#him further...and draws him in closer to the fold

[bloodfin]

and hunger becomes holy

baby's body shot part 2: electric boogaloo; 12.484k of nothing but buggy getting absolutely rocked by rain and dew. tumblr is so lagged rn as i type this i am genuinely afraid to hit post, but here we are

tags/warnings: power exchange, heavy on the praise kink, sensory overload, threesome, vaginal and anal fingering, double penetration (two holes); vaginal and anal sex; oral sex, fingers in mouth; edging; dew and rain are both menaces in their own way; author needs a cigarette and an ice cold bath; they/them phantom with cunt/clit/folds, rain and dew have dicks because i physically couldn't handle a tentacle

part one: where want becomes wordless ; AO3

a/n: i have absolutely nothing to say for myself. indulgent and excessive, as it should be. if i missed a tag please let me know. OH, and if you can, listen to my body is a cage by arcade fire; very much sets the tone

@cheerycherrycandy-resurrected i am remembering to tag you, pretty sure you'll see this first thing in the morning and for that i am sorry <3

“Our nest has plenty of space.”

Phantom doesn’t answer - at least not with words.

They can’t. Not with Rain’s breath still cool and curling behind their ear. Not with Dew’s fingers drawing idle, possessive circles along their thighs. Not with the ache between their legs pulsing where bodies meet but never quite press deep enough.

Rain watches their silence with a knowing smile.

The den glows in amber and violet, lights strobing slow across flushed skin. Laughter flickers somewhere distant, a drink shatters against a toast, bass beats thrum steady - but it all feels muffled, submerged beneath the heat pooling in their tangle of limbs and breath.

Here, in the center of it all, Phantom rocks faintly in Dew’s lap, still caught in the rhythm of earlier want. Limbs heavy. Lips parted. Every inch of them humming with unmet promise.

Rain traces a fingertip down the line of their throat.

“You’re gorgeous like this,” he says, reverent. “Too much, and still begging for more.”

Phantom moans softly.

Dew kisses their shoulder, voice low. “Think our pretty little thing’s ready to be taken apart?”

Rain grins, and just for a second, something feral flashes behind his gentle face. “Not yet.”

He slides his hand into Phantom’s hair, tips their chin up. The kiss is deep, slow, and entirely unbearable. Phantom melts into it with a soft sound, but just as they lean closer, craving more -

Rain pulls back.

“Now,” he murmurs, eyes gleaming. “Now they’re ready.”

Phantom doesn’t move right away. They’re panting, thighs trembling where they straddle Dew. Their hands fist in Rain’s shirt like they’re afraid he’ll vanish, caught in the echo of that kiss; its weight, its absence.

Rain brushes a thumb across their cheek, gentle now. “Still with me?”

They nod, but the motion’s sluggish, like their limbs haven’t caught up. Dew huffs a low laugh against their shoulder, hand tightening at their waist until they gasp, breath hitching like a thread pulled taut.

“All wrung out from just a kiss?” Dew murmurs, lips at Phantom’s ear. “Your mouth should come with a warning label, Rainy.”

Rain smirks, unbothered. “You’re one to talk. I'm just collecting what's mine.”

Phantom makes a tiny, overwhelmed sound at that, and Rain leans in to kiss the corner of their mouth again; light this time, coaxing.

“Let’s get you up, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “You’ll walk, or should I carry you?”

They don’t answer. Just sag a little further into Rain’s chest, face tucked against his neck, breath soft and uneven.

Dew grins, voice thick and fond. “That’s a carry, then.”

Rain chuckles low in his throat, hand already sliding down to hook beneath Phantom’s thighs. “Of course it is.”

But when he tries to lift, Dew doesn’t let go.

Rain raises his brow.

Dew just looks up at him, smug. “Mine too, remember?”

For a beat, it’s a standoff - playful, possessive, their sweet little bug limp between them, dazed and adored.

Then Rain leans down, curls brushing Phantom’s face. “Let them up, Dew.”

Dew sighs like he's suffering. “You always take the good ones.”

But he shifts his grip, helping instead of hoarding. His hands slide low, palms warm against Phantom’s thighs, lifting with care as Rain slips his arms into place - one beneath their knees, the other across their back.

And when they rise together, Phantom curls into Rain like they already belong to both of them. Dew walks beside them, fingers trailing down the outside of Phantom’s thigh.

“Still trembling,” Dew murmurs, brushing his hand lower. “You’re gonna let us ruin you so well, aren’t you?”

Rain presses a kiss into their hair. “We’ll be gentle.”

A beat.

Dew grins. “Mostly.”

-

The hallway is dim and quiet, a hush compared to the pulse and chaos of the den. The heavy beat of music fades behind them, replaced by the soft shuffle of Rain’s footsteps, the quiet creak of the floor beneath his weight.

Phantom is cradled in his arms, tucked close to his chest, their breath brushing soft against his collarbone. Their body is pliant, limp with desire and warmth, but their fingers still clutch at the edge of Rain’s shoulder like they can’t bear to let go.

Dew trails behind, hands in his pockets like he’s not burning from the inside out. His steps are light, eyes fixed on the way Rain carries them, on the bare skin peeking from beneath Phantom’s shirt. He’s quiet, for once, but it’s the kind of quiet that simmers with intent.

Rain slows as they reach the midpoint of the hall, pausing beneath the low amber glow of a lantern. Light spills soft across Phantom’s skin, catching on their lashes, the curve of their cheek, the dazed gleam in their eyes when they blink up at him.

“You alright?” Rain asks, voice low, gentle. He shifts his grip just slightly, adjusting them against his chest. “Need a second?”

Phantom nods faintly, pressing their forehead to his neck. “Just... warm,” they whisper. “Everything’s warm.”

Rain smiles, tilting his head to nuzzle their temple. “Good. Do you like it?”

A soft hum, barely a breath - yes.

Dew steps up beside them, crowding in close. One hand reaches to brush Phantom’s knee, slow and soothing. “Want you to feel like honey left out in the sun,” he murmurs. “Melting. Messy. Made to be licked clean.”

Phantom shudders at his touch. Dew’s fingers linger just a moment longer.

Rain watches them both, something fierce and quiet in his gaze.

“You know what we’re about to do,” he says, soft but firm. “You can still say no. You can still ask for something else.”

Phantom lifts their head, eyes flicking from one to the other - Rain, then Dew

“I want it,” they whisper. “I want you. Both of you.”

Dew’s hand slides higher on their thigh. “You’re gonna get us,” he says. “Just say the word.”

Rain nods, satisfied, and begins walking again, confident and unhurried.

Behind them, Dew follows, heat rolling off him in waves. Rain shoots him a lazy grin over his shoulder, and Dew answers with a smirk that promises everything still to come.

The door to Rain and Dew’s room creaks open on a hush of warm air and dim light.

Lanterns glow low, catching on rich fabrics layered like sediment - thick blankets, plush throws, sheets in deep jewel tones, rumpled from earlier use and never quite smoothed again. The air is full of warmth, with the faint scent of rain-damp linen, smoke, and something more intimate…skin and salt and the slow, sweet rot of delayed satisfaction.

There are petals scattered from an indulgent evening not fully cleaned. A silver tray with half-melted candles rests on the bedside table, wax pooled like lazy moonlight. A small pile of books leans beside it, spines softened and thumb-worn, like even the room knows how to wait.

The space feels lived in - loved in. Phantom feels it the moment Rain steps inside. The weight of the room. The heat of it. Every surface seems to hum with memory.

Dew closes the door behind them with a soft click, sealing them in a quiet temple made of touch.

Rain lowers them carefully to the ground, letting Phantom adjust to the feeling of the space. It’s quieter here. Not silent - the music of the den is still a faint throb in the floorboards - but everything feels softer.

He then climbs into the nest, arranging pillows and blankets into some arbitrary pattern that he can't seem to settle on.

“You gonna start scenting, too?” Dew chuffs, amused, as he crosses the room to wrap his arms around Phantom’s waist, chin hooked over their shoulder.

Rain flips him off with one hand, already stretching out across the bed. “Only if they’re lucky.”

Phantom laughs, breathless and frayed. Rain’s gaze softens as he pats the blankets in front of him, coaxing.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he says. “Let me show you how much I missed you.”

Phantom obeys without thinking, drawn in like it’s home. Like gravity itself has shifted. Rain pulls them down with greedy hands, wrapping arms and legs around them the moment they touch the bed, pressing every inch of himself close.

“You smell like Dew,” Rain whispers against Phantom’s throat. “It’s been driving me fucking crazy.”

From behind, Dew climbs in next - all golden limbs and lazy menace. He nestles in at Phantom’s back, one hand stroking slowly across their stomach, steady and sure.

“Oh, I know,” he says, smug as sin, kissing the nape of Phantom’s neck but staring straight at Rain. “You couldn’t stop staring.”

His fingers dip lower, taunting. “The way you looked at them? Like you’d combust if you didn’t get a taste.”

Rain huffs a laugh, sharp with need.

“Jealous?” he rumbles, lifting his chin. “You got the first taste. Let me have a little fun before you go all greedy again.”

Dew grins, delighted. “Greedy? You’re the one drooling.”

Rain shifts, pressing closer to Phantom.

“You gonna let me have a taste, sweetheart?” he murmurs, brushing his lips along their jaw. “Let me show you what you do to me?”

Phantom nods and Rain doesn’t waste a moment. He leans in and kisses them - slow at first, just the brush of lips, but it builds. Quickly. Hungrily.

He opens his mouth against theirs, licks in with practiced ease, a moan curling low in his throat as Phantom gasps and melts. Dew’s hands slide over their sides, grounding, stroking over every inch of exposed skin like he’s marking it with reverence.

Rain kisses like he’s trying to breathe them in, and when he finally pulls back, his breath is ragged, eyes searching.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” he murmurs. “Tell me.”

Phantom shudders beneath him, lips still parted, eyes wide and glassy. That earlier boldness - the way they asked to draw liquor off his skin, the way they rode Dew’s lap - is softened now, fogged by overwhelming affection, by Rain’s calm and Dew’s constant, steady pressure at their back.

They try to speak.

But nothing comes out.

Rain tilts his head, concern flickering gently. “Hey,” he whispers, brushing his knuckles down their cheek. “You okay?”

Phantom nods quickly. Too quickly. And then - they shift.

Their hips roll upward, slow and desperate, trying to wedge one of Rain’s thighs between their legs.

Rain gasps, surprised - and then grins, wicked and sweet all at once.

“Oh,” he breathes. “That’s what you want. Finish what Dew started, yeah?”

Phantom nods again, cheeks flushed, thighs quaking.

Rain moves easily, slipping one leg between theirs, giving them the pressure they crave - solid muscle against soft, aching heat. Phantom groans and presses down hard, hips grinding in tiny, desperate circles.

Rain watches, utterly entranced.

Dew shifts closer behind them, voice low against their neck. “Look at you,” he murmurs, half to Rain, half to Phantom. He presses a kiss behind Phantom’s ear before looking down at Rain.

“They did the same thing to me, sweet little grind, all helpless and messy. Drove me fuckin’ wild.”

Rain snorts, not looking up. “Like you didn’t start it.” He drags his tongue slowly over Phantom’s wrist, savoring the way they shiver. “But I’m gonna finish it.”

Dew huffs a laugh. “Not if they finish you first.”

Phantom grinds down with desperate little motions, riding the muscle of Rain’s thigh like it’s the only thing tethering them to the earth. Every shift draws a shiver through them, heat blooming under their skin, low and tight and nearly unbearable.

Rain’s hands hold their hips, steady and sure, guiding their rhythm with quiet adoration.

“Just like that,” he murmurs. “Take what you need.”

Behind them Dew chuckles warm, and begins to peel Phantom’s shirt the rest of the way off. He takes his time, lifting the fabric slowly, letting his fingers brush every inch of skin he reveals.

“Thought about this earlier,” he says against their shoulder, his voice a purr. “Right there on that couch, your shirt all clinging and damp while you ground in my lap. Told you I’d lay you out like something sacred, didn’t I?”

Phantom whimpers, eyes fluttering shut.

“He got you all worked up, didn’t he?” Rain murmurs, dragging his teeth gently along their fingers. “He’s good at that. Makes you ache without even trying.”

“I -” Phantom gasps, their hips jerking. “I - please - I need -”

Dew hums, dragging the shirt over their head and tossing it aside. “Told you we’d keep you warm,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss between their shoulder blades. “Told you we’d stuff you full til you forgot your own name.”

Rain grinds his thigh up just slightly, and Phantom cries out, high and breathless, forehead falling to Rain’s shoulder.

“I c-can’t,” they stammer. “Please, let me - I need to -”

“Oh, poor buggy,” Dew coos. “You’re begging already?”

Rain kisses their temple, voice soft but urgent. “You can come like this. Go on. You’ve earned it.”

Phantom’s whole body tightens, hips grinding harder now, deeper, like friction is the only thing that matters. Dew's hand strokes their stomach in slow, possessive circles.

Phantom whines, head tipping back as their hips stutter, rolling in desperate little jerks.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Just like that.”

Rain’s lips catch theirs again, soft and certain, swallowing the moan that breaks free as Phantom shatters between them.

Their body goes taut, legs trembling as they cry out - clutching at Rain’s shoulders, pressed against his thigh, caught in Dew’s arms from behind as everything comes undone.

And then they’re falling, boneless, panting, limp in the space between heat and veneration, wrapped up in murmurs and praise.

Phantom collapses into the nest, their breath still ragged, body humming with aftershocks. Their fingers twitch like they’re still reaching for more, even as their mind blanks out with pleasure.

Rain cradles their face, brushing sweaty strands of hair from their forehead, while Dew presses slow, grounding kisses along their spine.

The room hums with warmth.

Phantom lies between them, breath still uneven, skin damp where kisses landed and hands roamed. Every inch of them pulses; slow, sweet echoes of release still rippling under the surface.

Rain’s palm smooths down the side of their face, thumb tracing beneath one eye. His expression is soft now, no less intense, but gentled by awe.

“Hey,” he whispers, “you good?”

Phantom blinks slowly. Their body feels far away. Like they’ve been poured out and not yet gathered back together.

They don’t answer. Just shift slightly, curling toward Rain’s chest, fingers brushing the line of his ribs. He welcomes the touch with a soft hum, pressing a kiss to their brow.

Behind them, Dew murmurs something low and wordless, the shape of his mouth too lazy to form syllables. His hand rests heavy and sure on their hip, anchoring.

For a long moment, no one moves.

Rain’s breath comes deep and even, chest rising against Phantom’s cheek. Dew’s thumb circles idly along their skin. The heat of the room feels heavy with salt and satisfied want.

Phantom floats in it; limp, warm, and adored.

Eventually, Rain shifts. Just enough to nudge Phantom’s nose with his own.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he murmurs again, gentler this time, like he already knows the answer.

Phantom lets out a soft, helpless noise. One of their hands curls in the blanket beneath them. The other stays curled against Rain’s chest, fingers twitching once.

“Yeah,” they manage. “Just... feel full.”

Dew laughs quietly. Not mocking, but fond. “Not yet.”

Phantom whimpers, half a protest, half a plea.

Rain grins. “Not even close.”

Then he leans back, just slightly, and looks over Phantom’s flushed body to catch Dew’s eye. Something passes between them, sharp and hungry.

The mood shifts. The heat doesn’t fade, just changes shape.

Dew’s hand lifts from Phantom’s hip. Rain straightens slowly, propped on one elbow now, looking down at him with a kind of carnal reverence.

And that’s when Phantom sees it: they’re about to be the one watching.

Rain moves first. He leans back with a sigh, dragging a hand through his curls, then down his chest, like even he needs a second to gather himself.

“Stay right there, bug,” he murmurs, glancing down. “Don’t move.”

Phantom wouldn’t dream of it. Their limbs are still limp, fingers curled in the blankets, cheek pressed to the heat Rain left behind. They watch through half-lidded eyes, already hungry again.

Rain turns away, rummaging briefly near the edge of the bed. Then -

“Catch.”

Something arcs through the air - a water bottle, half full and blessedly cold. Dew snatches it with one hand as he’s stretching, then crouches beside Phantom and unscrews the cap.

“Drink,” he says, voice softer now. Still wicked, but gentled with care.

He holds it to their lips until they’ve had a few sips, watching with pleased approval as they swallow, throat bobbing.

“There you go,” Rain murmurs, smiling as he watches. “Rest a minute. You’ll want the energy.”

Phantom exhales shakily and sinks back into the nest. The water cools them just enough to keep from slipping under completely; just enough to sharpen the edges of their pleasure-fogged focus.

Dew rises fully, stretching his arms overhead with a low groan, like a lion waking. The muscles of his stomach ripple as he moves. He catches Rain’s eye.

“You gonna give them a show?” he asks, voice low and amused.

Rain hums. “Thought I’d let you start.” He crawls off the bed and stands, eyes raking over Dew with heat so sharp it’s almost a command.

Dew grins, and obeys.

He peels his shirt off slowly, dramatic and deliberate - he knows they’re both watching. His eyes flick to Phantom, then to Rain, then back again. The fabric slides from his shoulders with lazy grace before he tosses it aside, careless. Unrushed.

He pops the button of his pants and drags the zipper down -

One.

Tooth.

At.

A.

Time.

Rain watches him like he’s starving. Phantom does, too - breath catching at the sharp edge of showmanship, at the way Dew commands a room with nothing but a grin and the slow reveal of skin.

When Dew steps out of them, hips cocked, chest bare, Rain’s stills, mouth parting in something close to awe.

“You always this fucking pretty?” he asks, stepping forward.

“Only when I know what’s coming,” Dew murmurs, tilting his chin.

“Careful,” Rain says, mouth curving. “Keep talking like that and you'll be the one on your back.”

Phantom blinks up at both of them - still flushed, still breathless, but grinning now. Sharp and syrup-sweet.

“Is that a promise?” they ask. “Because I’d really like to watch.”

Rain snorts and reaches out, grabbing Dew by the hip and pulling him in.

The kiss starts slow, but it doesn’t stay that way.

Rain groans, low and desperate, and presses in, licking into Dew’s mouth like he’s parched and found the only source of water. Dew grabs his waist, dragging him flush, bare skin against black denim, mouths crushed together as if they’re trying to devour the want between them.

He thumbs open the button, lowers the zipper, and shucks Rain’s pants past his hips, never breaking the kiss.

Their bodies move in perfect rhythm - familiar, hungry, like they’ve done this a hundred times and still can’t get enough.

Phantom watches, stunned.

One hand drags across their own belly, down to where they’re still pulsing. Where it’s not enough.

Not anymore.

They whimper - soft, needy, aching with want.

Rain hears it, the want-drunk need. Pulls back from Dew just enough to look over, curls wild, lips kiss-bitten and eyes gleaming.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he drawls, voice smooth and tempting. “You want more already?”

Phantom nods, helpless.

Rain grins and steps toward the bed, chest still heaving. “Don’t worry. We’ll fix that.”

Dew follows with the same slow, rolling desire, heat radiating off him like warning.

Phantom’s pulse pounds louder than the music still echoing in the floorboards. Rain stops at the edge of the bed - close enough to feel but not touch. He leans in, lips hovering just above Phantom’s skin.

Phantom whines, breath hitching, hips canting up to try and meet him. “Please, can’t help it. Still want - still need -”

“Oh, we know,” Dew says, reaching out as Rain pulls away, fingers skimming just under the waistband of their pants. “We’re just deciding how we want to give it to you.”

Rain lets his fingers trace down Phantom’s sternum. “You’re still hot here,” he whispers. “You feel it?”

They nod, squirming under the weight of attention.

Dew climbs in beside them, stretching out like a golden flame. One hand props up his head, the other slides down Phantom’s thigh.

“We could make you wait,” he muses, teasing all sugar-sweet. “Let you watch Rain take me apart with that mouth of his. Let you bask in every noise, every moan.”

Rain hums, tongue dragging slow along Phantom’s collarbone. “Or maybe I’ll sit behind you,” he whispers. “Hold you still. Make you watch him slide in - slow.”

Phantom’s hips twitch at the image, breath gone ragged again.

“But not yet,” Rain murmurs, brushing a kiss to the corner of their mouth. “Not until you’re ready.”

“Just lie still, bug,” Dew purrs.

Rain presses his forehead to theirs. “Gonna touch you now, okay? You’ll tell us if you need to stop?”

“Promise,” Phantom sighs.

Dew smiles and nips at their jaw. “You’re gonna melt for us, bug. Gonna make a mess of this nest.”

Phantom arches into their hands - body humming, heart laid bare.

Rain starts slow, achingly slow, kissing down Phantom’s body, mapping the places that make them gasp. He pauses at their waistband, dips his fingers beneath the band, and lifts a brow in silent question.

“Please,” Phantom breathes, reaching blindly - one hand scrabbling for Dew’s fingers, the other touching their chest.

Rain hums and obliges, peeling their pants down with torturous care. He groans when he sees the wet patch darkening their boxers, his fingers trailing down to press against it.

“You’re so soft here,” he whispers. “Warm and wet... can feel you pulsing already.”

Phantom whines, legs twitching as they try to spread, but Dew is still beside them, kneeling with steady hands bracketing their hips.

“Easy, bug,” he murmurs, thumb stroking just below their navel. “We’re not going anywhere.”

Rain slides their boxers off and tosses them aside. When he leans in and licks it's a slow, deliberate drag of tongue along the crease of their hip, maddening in its restraint.

Phantom gasps, hand flying to the sheets, but Rain catches their wrist, gently guiding it up.

“Touch us,” he says, placing their palm at the base of his horn. “Let us know what you like.”

Phantom’s fingers wrap around him; tentative at first, feather-light.

The reaction is instant.

Rain shudders, breath catching, lashes fluttering like he’s windstruck. “That’s it,” he murmurs, voice gone velvet. “Right there, sweetheart.”

Dew hums. “Sensitive, isn’t he?” His tone is low, teasing, but full of fondness. One hand strokes along Phantom’s inner thigh, fingertips dancing just shy of the slick heat between their legs.

“Keep hold of him,” Dew says, brushing his thumb where Rain’s mouth had just been. “He loves being touched there. Gets him all soft in the chest.”

Rain glares at him - no venom, only heat. “Shut up.”

Dew grins. “Make me.”

But neither moves. They’re caught in it now, between tension and tenderness, between breath and promise.

Phantom tightens their grip just slightly.

Rain moans. The sound curls down Phantom’s spine like hot sugar.

“That’s good,” he whispers, dragging his tongue lower, just above their mound. “So good for us. Let us take care of you.”

He exhales, breath ghosting over their cunt without touching, nothing but anticipation.

Phantom whimpers, hips lifting on instinct.

“Easy,” Dew murmurs again. He leans in, kissing their cheek, then their jaw, then lower, sucking slow and sure just beneath their ear. “We’ve got you.”

Rain kisses the crease of their thigh. Once. Again. Then beside the aching slick between their legs.

He lifts one of their thighs to rest on his shoulder, hands bracing them steady.

Then finally - finally - he parts his lips and licks a slow, deliberate stripe through their folds.

Phantom cries out, head thrown back, gripping Rain’s horn like it’s the only thing keeping them tethered to earth. Rain groans in response, sinking deeper, licking again - slower this time, more deliberate.

“Fuck, Rain,” Dew mutters, voice gone rough. “You’re gonna break them.”

Rain glances up, mouth wet, eyes gleaming. “That’s the point.”

Phantom’s thighs tremble.

Dew catches their chin, tilting their face toward his. “Still good, bug?”

They nod, barely. Eyes wide, pupils blown.

“Good.” Dew kisses them hard. “You tell us if it’s too much. Or if you want more.”

Rain hums low and seals his mouth over their clit - slow, savoring, sucking just enough to make Phantom sob into Dew’s mouth.

And still, they haven’t even really begun.

Rain works with aching patience. Every stroke of his tongue pulls another gasp from Phantom, every tender suck making their hips twitch, thighs clenching like they don’t know whether to flee or give in.

Dew shuffles to kneel beside them, one hand spread flat against their chest, just feeling their heart race beneath his palm.

He doesn’t speak at first. Just listens. Watches.

Rain groans, quiet and wrecked, like he’s drunk on the taste.

Dew leans closer, brushing his lips to Phantom’s temple. “You hear that? How he’s moaning for you?”

Phantom nods, dazed.

“Good.” Dew kisses their cheek. “Let him stay buried in that sweet cunt ‘til he sees stars.”

Rain licks again, deeper, and Phantom whines - sharper now, every nerve raw and ready.

Dew trails his hand lower but not to touch where Rain is, not yet. Just cupping their side, stroking lazy circles into sweat-damp skin.

Then Rain groans again, mouth glistening, and pulls back just long enough to breathe. His eyes flutter closed, lashes brushing his flushed cheeks, and Dew can’t help himself.

“I want a taste,” he says softly.

Rain blinks up at him, slow and ruined. He slides his hands beneath Phantom’s thighs, lifting them with a tenderness that belies the heat in his touch.

Dew leans down and kisses Rain over Phantom - tongues brushing, lips meeting at their center like a shared offering. It’s messy and sweet and devastating.

Phantom chokes on a sound, half moan, half prayer, as their back arches, hips caught in the heat between them.

Dew groans into the kiss, one hand moving to part Phantom wider so Rain can lick deeper, slower. When they break apart, Dew drifts to their clit while Rain hums low and circles his tongue in slow spirals, mapping them like holy ground.

It’s too much. Too good. Not enough.

Phantom writhes, mouth parted in a silent cry, hands clutching the sheets like they might be pulled under.

Every time Dew licks across their clit, Rain follows with a gentler pass just below; and then they meet again, mouths brushing through slick heat like they’re sharing communion.

“Please,” Phantom gasps. “Please, I need -”

Rain lifts his head, voice rough. “Need what, sweetheart?”

Dew licks his lips, grinning against their thigh. “You gotta say it.”

“Let me,” Phantom pleads. “Let me suck your cock, Dew. Please, I need it, I want it so bad -”

It’s not just the words. It’s the way they say it. Like prayer. Like truth.

Dew groans like he’s been struck. “Fuck. Rain, did you hear that?”

“Oh, I felt it.” Rain kisses just above their clit, smiling. “You want a turn, buggy? Go ahead. Take it.”

But Phantom doesn’t move yet.

Their chest rises in ragged pulls. Skin gleaming. Eyes wide. Lips parted around a breathless, stunned laugh.

“You... kissed over me.”

Dew grins. “Mmhm. Got a little greedy.”

Rain hums, brushing their hip. “We do that. Especially with things we really want.”

“That’s just the beginning, bug,” Dew adds, voice gone warm and reverent again.

They lie still for a moment, wrapped in breath and body and the scent of arousal, as the haze begins to lift. Fingers unclench. Legs soften.

And that hunger - the one that lives just beneath the overwhelm - flares again.

Rain sees it first, that spark behind Phantom's lashes. He leans in, brushing his nose against their cheek. “You said you wanted to touch us, to taste Dew.”

Phantom nods, steadier now.

Dew props himself up on one elbow, looking thoroughly pleased. “You still want that taste, buggy?”

Phantom turns toward him, determined. “Yes.”

Dew hums, shifting onto his back, arms stretched lazily behind his head. “Then come take it.”

Rain kisses Phantom softly. “We’re all yours.”

Rain shifts behind Phantom, hands gentle but sure as he urges them upright. “Go on, sweetheart,” he murmurs at their ear. “Take him.”

Phantom nods, dizzy with want, but moves with growing confidence. They crawl on all fours across the soft sprawl of blankets until they’re settled between Dew’s spread thighs.

Dew watches them with hooded eyes, arms tucked behind his head like he’s lounging in a sunbeam - but there’s tension in his shoulders, in the sharp breath he draws when Phantom settles in close.

Rain kneels behind them, one hand tracing soothing circles into their lower back.

“He’s sensitive,” Rain whispers. “Start slow. Lick up his shaft - just the tip of your tongue.”

Phantom obeys, tongue darting out for the smallest taste. Dew hisses through his teeth, breath catching sharp and fast.

Rain hums with satisfaction. “That’s it. Good. Just like that.”

His hand slides down, grounding Phantom’s hips as they bend lower, mouth wrapping around Dew with aching care. They’re tentative, still learning, but Rain’s voice is a steady, sinful rhythm in their ear.

“Little more pressure now,” he says, lips brushing their nape. “He likes it right under the head - yeah, there. You’re making him blush.”

Dew groans, hand twitching in the sheets. “You’re such a fuckin’ menace,” he mutters at Rain.

Rain grins, kissing Phantom’s shoulder. “Learned from the best.”

Phantom moans softly around Dew, spurred on by the taste and the helpless sounds unraveling from him. Rain doesn’t stop praising them, his voice curling sweet around every breath.

“That’s our pretty little mess,” he whispers, fingers sweeping over Phantom’s hip as they take Dew deeper. “Look at you, doing so good. Bet he’s gonna shake for you.”

And Dew does; a tremble starting in his thighs, breath catching in his throat.

“Rain - fuck,” he gasps, one hand finding Phantom’s hair. “They’re really - shit, they’re good.”

Rain presses a kiss to the back of Phantom’s neck. “They're also learning from the best.”

Phantom bobs slowly, savoring the way Dew reacts beneath them - the way color blooms across his chest, the tension building in his core.

Rain’s voice curls low again. “You gonna let him come, sweetheart? Or keep him right there, like he did with you?”

Phantom whimpers, cheeks hollowing as they suck harder.

Dew jerks beneath them. “Rain - if they keep -”

Rain laughs softly. “Then let go. Let them take you apart.”

Phantom pulls off just in time.

Dew’s hips buck helplessly, a groan tearing from his throat. “Fuck, bug -”

But Phantom only giggles, licking their lips, eyes bright with mischief. “You taste really good,” they murmur sweetly. “But I want to know how Rain likes it, too.”

They glance over their shoulder, lashes fluttering. Picture-perfect innocent sin. “Will you show me?” they ask Rain, breathless. “Please?”

Rain is already laughing, low and delighted.

Dew flops back into the pillows with a groan. “You’re both lucky you’re cute.”

Rain moves in closer, one hand on Phantom’s hip, the other sliding up Dew’s thigh before he leans down to kiss him.

“You started it,” he murmurs against Dew’s mouth. “Teasing them on the couch like that.”

He pulls back with a smile, smug. “Now you get to watch.”

Dew tips his head back, groaning. “Evil.”

“You love it,” Rain shrugs as he settles into the nest, propped against pillows still warm from Dew’s body. He spreads his legs with easy confidence, watching Phantom approach on their knees, want gleaming behind their eyes.

“You really want to know how I like it?” he asks, voice low, one hand curling under their chin.

Phantom nods, lips parted, eyes wide with a glint of mischief beneath their bashfulness.

Rain brushes a thumb over their bottom lip. “Open, then. Let me show you.”

Phantom obeys. Rain slides two fingers into their mouth, not deep, just enough to feel the slip of their tongue. He groans, hips twitching.

“Good,” he murmurs. “You listen so well.”

Dew shifts beside them, one arm flung over his stomach, watching with hooded eyes and a slow-building flush. “Absolutely evil,” he mutters, voice now tinged with fondness.

Rain grins. “Tell me you wouldn’t trade places.”

Dew mutters something that sounds like fuck off.

Rain chuckles, then guides Phantom down with a steady hand in their hair. “Start slow,” he breathes. “I like the drag of your tongue. A little pressure. Right there - fuck, yes.”

Phantom moans around him, cheeks hollowing on instinct, letting Rain control the pace - his hips rolling gently, fingers tightening in their hair.

“That’s it,” Rain groans. “You look so pretty like this, wrapped around me.”

Dew makes a low, wrecked sound from the side. Phantom shifts, glancing toward him just enough for Rain to notice.

“Don’t worry about him,” Rain murmurs. “He’ll get his turn again. This one’s mine.”

He pushes a little deeper, breath hitching. “Doing so good for me, bug. Wanna see how much you can take.”

Phantom hums around him - already floating, already dripping.

Rain lets them set the rhythm next, guiding with hips and voice. Dew, still flushed and hard, can’t look away.

Phantom is all focus.

Rain’s cock on their tongue, his voice fraying with praise, his hand steady in their hair - nothing else exists. They’re working him deeper now, lashes fluttering. Rain twitches, groaning something low that might be their name.

Phantom moans, emboldened by his unraveling. One hand stretches toward Dew and he catches it immediately, fingers lacing tight.

“You wanna keep me worked up while you suck him off?” Dew grins, letting Phantom tug him closer. “Starving for it, yeah? Got Rain in your throat after having me on your tongue - fuck, you were made to be worshipped like this, weren’t you.”

He kneels beside them again, hand warm on their back. “Use your hand,” he rumbles, guiding it to his cock. “Keep me warm while you make him lose it.”

Phantom obeys - stroking Dew in rhythm with Rain, mouth and hand moving in tandem, surrounded by praise and heat.

Rain trembles, one hand flung back, the other holding Phantom close. “You feel so good,” he breathes.

Dew groans. “Should I let them finish you? Or make you wait like you did to me?”

Rain laughs, breathless, eyes never leaving Phantom’s mouth. “Whatever they want, they get.“

Phantom pulls back, lips glistening, eyes burning. “Please,” they whisper. “I want to make you come.”

Rain’s breath catches. He touches their jaw, thumb brushing their mouth.

“Then take it, sweetheart. It’s yours.”

Phantom takes Rain deeper, strokes Dew with more confidence, fingers slick and sure. Dew groans behind them, forehead pressed to their shoulder, restraint taut.

“Don’t let him come yet,” Dew whispers. “Not until I say.”

Rain moans, spine arching. “Now who’s evil.”

“You also love it,” Dew growls. “And they’re learning. Look at them.”

Phantom sucks harder, mouth working with slow, luxurious devotion, until Rain is gasping, body shaking beneath them.

Dew kisses Phantom’s shoulder. “One more minute, bug. Then I’ll let you take him over the edge.”

Phantom hums and Rain shatters.

He trembles beneath Phantom’s mouth, muscles in his stomach fluttering every time they swallow him a little deeper. Dew watches his water ghoul unravel with a grin that’s all sharp teeth and wicked delight.

“Lucifer, Rain,” he drawls, thumb brushing his own slick tip. “You drop your composure faster than a novitiate. Thought you had oceans of control.”

Rain tries to glare, but it falters into a gasp when Phantom’s tongue flutters beneath his head. “Shut up,” he pants.

Phantom moans around him, sending a shock of sensation through Rain’s core. Dew’s laughter curls hot at Phantom’s ear.

“See?” he purrs, guiding their hand a little tighter around him. “He preaches patience, but put a sweet mouth on him and he melts in thirty seconds. Pitiful, really.”

Rain growls, but it breaks into a whine when they suck harder. Dew’s eyes glitter.

“Easy, tide-pool,” he teases. “Don’t embarrass yourself too soon. Bug still hasn't earned it.”

Phantom flushes, half arousal, half challenge, and pulls back until only the tip rests on their tongue. Rain’s hips chase, a strangled plea slipping free.

“Oh, did you hear that?” Dew coos. “Little plea from the deep. Shameful. You wanna come already, Rainy?”

Rain’s answer is a broken exhale. Phantom glances up through their lashes, a silent question shimmering in their gaze.

“Not yet,” Dew says, stroking their hair back. “Let him stew. Hollow your cheeks - nice and slow. Make him beg properly.”

Phantom obeys, sucking with languid precision, tongue circling the crown. Rain’s hips stutter, composure fraying inch by inch.

“D-Dew -” Rain gasps.

“I said beg,” Dew whispers, lips brushing Phantom’s ear as he leans in. One hand slips under Rain’s jaw, tilting his chin up. “Tell sweet Phantom how badly you want to spill down their throat.”

Rain’s cheeks flush a deep navy. His voice is wrecked.

“Please,” he rasps. “Please - need to come in your mouth. Need to feel you swallow.”

Phantom whimpers around him. Dew hums, sliding two fingers between their thighs and pressing firm circles where they ache most.

“That’s it, bug. He’s earned it - and so have you.”

Phantom sucks deep, hand twisting at the base. Dew’s fingers move in matching rhythm as Rain cries out, hips arching high. He trembles - spine taut, lips parted, breath stuttering like a wave crashing too fast. The wet heat of Phantom’s mouth milks him through every pulse, every flicker of pleasure as it shudders through him, bright and blinding.

Phantom swallows him down until the tremors fade, until Rain collapses back in a haze of afterglow, entirely undone, chest heaving, eyes blown. Dew withdraws his fingers, licking them clean with smug delight.

“Such a pretty blush,” he murmurs.

Rain laughs. He cups Phantom’s flushed cheeks, brushing a pearl of release from their lip.

“Perfect,” he murmurs. “You're fucking perfect.”

Phantom shivers and mewls - part triumph, part longing as Dew’s teasing strokes between their thighs resume, slow and determined.

Rain sprawls in the nest, looking every inch a spoiled prince: hair tousled, lips swollen, chest still rising with the aftershocks of release. He watches as Dew stretches out beside him, one brow raised, amused and unbothered.

“Give me ten minutes,” Rain murmurs, voice honey-sweet and breathless. “I’ll be good to go again. Maybe five, if Phantom keeps making those sounds. Fifteen if you keep running your mouth.”

He tips his head lazily toward Phantom, who’s still kneeling between them, flushed and glistening, rocking against Dew’s lithe fingers.

Rain’s hand slides over Dew’s stomach, resting just above the trail of hair that leads down. “In the meantime…” he hums, propping himself up to brush Phantom’s damp hair from their face, “why don’t we make him beg a little, sweetheart?”

Phantom whimpers, half-dazed, and Rain’s smile softens into something indulgent.

“Go on,” he says gently, guiding their hand back to Dew’s cock. “Stroke him slow. Just like he's giving to you. You’ve already made me fall apart - let’s see if you can make him sweat.”

Dew groans, head tipping back into the pillows with a low exhale. “You're both impossible.”

Rain hums quietly, curling up against Dew’s side like a satisfied cat.

He kisses Dew’s jaw, then Phantom’s shoulder, trailing lazy praise between them while Phantom resumes their touch, slow, devout, guided by Rain’s languid, murmurs.

“Not too fast,” Rain whispers, fingers brushing Phantom’s wrist. “Make him ache for it.”

And oh, Dew does - his muscles go tense, hips lifting into Phantom’s palm, voice breaking on a breathy curse.

Rain smiles, lips brushing Dew’s ear. “Let them take care of you,” he purrs. “We’re only just getting started.”

He kisses the curve of Dew’s jaw, then lower, just beneath his ear. “Still so tense,” he murmurs, teeth grazing skin before he soothes it with his tongue. “Poor thing.”

Dew huffs, breath caught somewhere between a moan and a laugh. “You’re the one who just got wrecked.”

“Mmn,” Rain hums, unbothered. “And yet, I'm still multitasking.”

His fingers drift down Phantom’s arm, cool and guiding, until they find their wrist again, giving them just enough pressure to keep the rhythm steady.

“Don’t speed up,” he says softly. “Drag your palm up his shaft, then twist, just a little, at the top.”

Phantom does, their breath hitching at the way Dew shudders beneath them.

Rain watches, predatory and pleased, then kisses down Dew’s chest, slow, open-mouthed, worshipful.

Dew groans, one arm over his eyes, the other fisting the blankets. “You’re both fuckin’ devils.”

“Maybe,” Rain says, nipping at the hollow just beneath his ribs, “but we’re yours.”

He dips lower, cheek resting on Dew’s hip, lips brushing warm skin.

“Maybe we’ll keep him like this,” he murmurs to Phantom, tucking their hair behind one ear. “All aching and desperate. Let you decide when he gets to come.”

Dew groans again, hips twitching. “You’re the worst.”

Rain grins. “Ten minutes, I said. I never said I’d stay out of the way.”

His tongue flicks just beside where Phantom’s hand strokes, breath cool on flushed skin. Dew growls low.

“Sweetheart,” Rain murmurs, velvet and vice, “tell me - do you want him to finish here?”

Phantom's rhythm falters as they blink up at Rain.

His eyes gleam. “Or would you rather feel him spill inside?”

Dew jerks like a string’s been pulled, a raw sound escaping him.

Rain kisses the salt-soaked skin at Dew’s hip. “You get to choose,” he murmurs. “He’s yours now, too.”

Phantom’s hand stills completely. Their breath catches as Rain’s words coil around something low and deep at the base of their spine.

They look up - flushed, wide-eyed, lips parted like the words might fall out on instinct alone.

Rain stills beside Dew, reaching to touch Phantom’s chin with his thumb. “What do you want, sweetheart?”

Phantom shakes.

“Want both of you,” they whisper

Rain’s brows twitch. “You already have both of us.”

Phantom leans in, palms splayed against Dew’s thighs, pupils blown wide - pleading.

“No,” they say softly. “Inside. Please. I want you both…at the same time.”

Their words hang in the air like a spell, soft and shivering.

Rain doesn’t speak at first. Just watches them, eyes stunned open with something tender and wild. His thumb stays pressed to their chin, holding, like if he lets go the moment might vanish.

Dew shifts below them, breath catching. His eyes are blown-black, skin flushed deep. He doesn’t speak either, just breathes, slow and shallow, like he’s learning how for the first time.

For a heartbeat - two - no one moves.

Rain exhales, like he’s steadying something inside himself. He leans forward, resting his forehead gently against Phantom’s. “Both,” he repeats. “You want everything, all at once.”

Phantom nods, throat clicking as they swallow.

Rain’s lips brush their cheek. “Then we’ll give it to you,” he says. “Every fucking drop.”

Dew makes a quiet sound, part groan, part need, part something softer he’s in no position to name right now.

Rain turns toward him. “You ready?”

Dew nods once, sharp. “Been ready.”

Phantom trembles, reaching for them both. “Need to feel you. All of you. Please. I can take it.”

Rain sits back on his heels slowly, eyes never leaving theirs. “You’ll tell us if you need to stop?”

“I promise.”

Dew’s already moving, his touch firm, trailing down the line of their spine to the slick heat between their thighs. He groans softly, thumb brushing their hip.

“We’ll make sure you feel every second of it.”

Rain cups Phantom’s jaw, tilts their face up, and kisses them - slow and deep - as Dew spreads them open from behind, one slick finger returning to the heat he just left. Phantom moans into Rain’s mouth, breath hitching.

Rain breaks the kiss to breathe, licking his lips, then reaches between Phantom’s thighs. His fingers gather what spills from their body, and he brings it to Dew’s mouth like a sacred offering.

Dew meets his gaze, dark and starving, and opens without hesitation. Rain presses two fingers past his lips, slow. Dew sucks them clean.

The kiss that follows is filthy - wet and open-mouthed, full of Phantom’s taste, tongues sliding together as Dew fists his cock and trails his other hand along Phantom’s spine. Phantom watches, half-delirious, chest rising fast.

Rain shuffles even closer, his cool thumb brushing the side of Phantom’s throat. “You’re sure?” he whispers, softer than anything has a right to be at a time like this.

Phantom nods, never more sure of anything. “Please. I want to be yours - I want to be Dew’s.”

That’s all it takes.

Rain kisses them again, warm and endless. The kind of kiss that says thank you. That says we heard you. That says we’ll take everything you offer and never once treat it like anything less than sacred.

Dew moves in behind them, wrapping around the two of them like heat made flesh. His mouth presses to the curve of Phantom’s shoulder, then to Rain’s temple. “Gonna take our time with you,” he murmurs.

Phantom’s chest shudders between both of them - between breath and pulse and the drag of lips against skin.

Rain leans back just enough to trace their jaw, their neck, their throat with kisses - each one slow and deliberate. “We’ll open you up nice and slow,” he says. “Stretch you sweet. So full of us you won’t know where to put all the want.”

Dew’s hand drops lower, coaxing Phantom’s thighs apart. “Let us in, bug,” he says, voice curling like smoke beneath their skin. “Let us show you what it really means to be worshiped.”

Phantom gasps as his fingers brush their slick heat and travel further back before being pulled away, teasing.

Rain watches their face, drinking in every shift of breath, every ripple of tension and trust.

Phantom moans, one hand clutching Rain’s shoulder, the other reaching back for Dew’s arm like a lifeline.

“Please.”

Dew chuckles softly, pressing another kiss to their nape. “Look at you, already shaking.”

Rain hums. “We’ll start with our fingers, yeah?”

Phantom nods, wordless with need.

Rain kisses the corner of their mouth. “Just breathe for us.”

Rain settles between Phantom’s legs as Dew cradles their back, helping them recline. Their bodies move in tandem - practiced, patient. His fingers are first. Two pressed together, slick and slow, circling where Phantom still flutters with want. He watches their face as he slides one inside, testing, curling just slightly.

“So soft,” he murmurs. “So warm. You’re perfect.”

Phantom moans, hips twitching - just as Dew’s hand joins his. He sinks a warm finger next to Rain's before dragging it back between their cheeks, circling their rim intently.

Phantom gasps. “Oh - fuck -”

“We’ve got you,” Dew growls, lips brushing their shoulder. “You can have both.”

Rain strokes slow circles on Phantom’s inner thigh, gaze lifting with gentle command. “You’re opening up so well for us. Look how good you take us.”

Rain pauses to let Dew work himself in, thin finger gently breaching the tight ring of muscle. Phantom sighs with it, relaxing, and lets themself be filled.

Their fingers work in a rhythm - one pressing deeper while the other pulls back, a slow stretch and curl that leaves Phantom panting. Rain curls his fingers just right, and Dew follows with a firm press, stroking higher.

“Right there,” Rain says softly. “That feel good, sweetheart?”

Phantom moans, wordless, back arching.

Dew kisses their neck. “So good for us. Bet you’ll be dripping by the time we’re done.”

Rain grins against their thigh. “They already are.”

Phantom whimpers, caught between soft and sharp, each stroke sending sparks up their spine.

“You want us to keep going?” Rain asks.

“Please,” they whisper. “Don’t stop.”

Rain slips in a second finger, slow and deliberate, letting the stretch bloom. Dew’s hand never leaves their side, rubbing steady circles into their hip, anchoring. But his voice? Still all menace wrapped in sugar.

“You feel that?” Dew whispers, pressing his mouth against Phantom’s temple. “Just a few fingers and you’re already clenching like you’ll never let go.”

Rain groans low, pressing kisses to Phantom’s thigh between every movement. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Squeezing so tight. Like you’re trying to keep us in.”

Their fingers begin to move in sync - scissoring slightly with every pass. The pressure builds slow, unbearable.

Drag. Curl. Stretch.

Rain finds the spot that makes Phantom jolt, and Dew grins as they gasp.

“Fuck,” Dew says. “We touch that little spot and you clench around us like you’re scared we’ll stop.”

“We won’t,” Rain adds, his voice soft as sin. “Not until you’re begging. Not until you’re crying for it.”

Phantom moans and their legs fall open wider.

Rain groans. “Look at you. Taking us so well. You want a third, bug?”

They nod frantically, fists twisting in the sheets.

Dew chuckles, low and dangerous. “Say it.”

“P-please,” Phantom stammers, barely able to form the word. “Need it - need you - both of you - inside -”

Rain hums, licking a slow stripe up their thigh. “Good boy.”

Together, they each slide in a third finger - carefully, gradually. Phantom cries out, body arching, caught in the stretch and the praise and the steady burn of being so beautifully full.

Rain presses his forehead to Phantom’s hip, his breath shaky. “Almost there, sweetheart. Almost ready.”

Dew licks the corner of their jaw, soft and starving. “You want it now, don’t you? Want to be filled, split open, fucked so slow you forget where you end and we begin?”

Phantom whimpers, nodding, eyes squeezed shut.

Rain’s voice is barely more than a whisper. “Say the word.”

Phantom’s breath catches, their voice a rasp. “Don’t - don’t make me beg -”

But they’re already breaking on the edges of it, fingers trembling where they clutch at Rain’s arms, eyes flicking back toward Dew like they can’t bear the weight of choosing.

“I want both of you,” they whisper, wrecked and sweet. “Please - Dew, Rain - please, I need you. I need both.”

Their hips roll helplessly. “I can’t - can’t wait anymore -”

Rain withdraws with aching slowness, fingers sliding free, glistening. Phantom shudders, a broken sound falling from their lips as they collapse gently back into Dew’s chest.

Rain lies back into the nest, arms open in welcome, curls fanning the pillow like a halo. He’s flushed and gorgeous, chest rising slowly as he watches Phantom shift in Dew’s lap with shaking limbs and wide, hungry eyes.

“Come here,” he breathes. “Sit on me, sweetheart. Come take what you need.”

Phantom lets out a sound - half disbelief, half need - as Dew lifts them carefully, guiding their body to straddle Rain. Their knees sink into the nest of blankets, trembling with anticipation. For a moment they hover, breath shallow, cradled by the heat and weight of two steady pairs of hands.

Rain is already waiting, flushed and aching. He looks up at them with gentle, devastating hunger. “I want you like this,” he rumbles. “Want to see your face when you take both of us.”

Dew grins against the back of their neck. “Sure you can take it, little bug?”

Phantom nods, reaching instinctively. “I need to.”

Rain groans at the sound of it - wrecked and soft, and wanting. He steadies himself beneath them, the tip of his cock slick and ready as Dew keeps them parted, keeps them upright.

“Go slow,” Rain says, voice low and reverent. “Use me. I’m yours.”

Phantom lowers themselves - inch by inch - the slide agonizing.

Rain’s head tips back, breath catching. “Oh, fuck.”

Phantom cries out, caught in the stretch - and they’re only halfway down.

“F-fuck,” they gasp. “You’re... big -”

“You’re taking me so well,” Rain says, eyes locked on the place their bodies meet. “So fucking perfect, bug.”

They sink the rest of the way with a warbling moan, hips flush, muscles quivering from the fullness. Rain’s hands grip their waist, steadying.

Behind them, Dew watches like a man starved.

“Look at you,” he growls, stroking a hand down his own chest. “Straddling him like you were made for it.”

Phantom shudders, bracing their hands on Rain’s ribs.

Rain looks up at them, awe wide in his eyes. “Take your time,” he murmurs. “Move when you’re ready.”

And Phantom does - slow at first, hips rolling to find the rhythm, the drag, the give. Their breath stutters, voice catching in the back of their throat with every slide.

Rain groans beneath them, hands still steady on their hips. “Just like that,” he murmurs. “Just like that.”

Dew leans in behind them, one hand trailing up their spine, fingers brushing sweat-damp skin.

“Ready for more?” he purrs.

Phantom moans, already nodding. “So ready.”

Dew shifts behind Phantom, slow and deliberate. He doesn’t reach for them right away - just lets his hands coast along their hips, their waist, their thighs, like he’s memorizing them by touch alone.

“Fuck, look at you,” he murmurs, voice rough as his palms smooth over the backs of their thighs. “Opened up so pretty for me.”

Phantom whines, hips searching.

But Dew takes his time. He wraps a hand around himself, stroking slow as he watches them squirm. “Feel that, bug?” he says, pressing the weight of his cock lightly against them. “That’s for you. All of it.”

Phantom gasps, rolling back again, hungry for more.

Rain chuckles beneath them, lips brushing the edge of Phantom’s ear. “Needy.” His hands cradle their waist, keeping them steady while Dew reaches between their cheeks - slick fingers returning to the stretch he’s been building.

“Gonna open you just a little more,” Dew murmurs. “Then I’m going to fill you so good.”

Rain lifts his head, mouth finding Phantom’s chest in a trail of kisses, cool and tender. Phantom moans - trapped between fire and ice, between fullness and the ache for more.

They rock in Rain’s lap, moans breaking with every breath, hips stuttering as sensation builds. Rain holds them close, his hands steady, voice soft with praise. Their mouths find each other - wet and eager, lips parted, Phantom’s whimpers swallowed into Rain’s breathless rhythm.

“You’re doing so good,” he murmurs against their mouth.

Phantom whines, body bowing - Rain pressing into places that make their toes curl, their spine arch, their voice catch in their throat.

And then -

Dew lowers himself behind them, spreading them wider, his breath ghosting over the place where Phantom wraps around Rain.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Just look at you.”

His tongue flicks out, lapping at the slick where Rain and Phantom are joined. Phantom shudders, muscles going tight.

Rain groans into their mouth, hips jolting. “Dew -”

“Let me taste,” Dew growls. “Let me worship you both.”

He licks a long, slow line up the crease of Phantom’s entrance, collecting the wetness already spilling around Rain’s cock. His tongue travels, soft, sure pressure against their rim, and Phantom’s breath catches - head tipping back, mouth open in a silent gasp.

Rain kisses their neck, whispering through gritted teeth, “You’re shaking for us. You feel everything, don’t you?”

Phantom nods, wordless.

Dew eases two fingers back in, slick and practiced, pressing against the muscle he’s been coaxing open all night. Phantom clenches around Rain with a strangled moan, and Rain groans low in response.

“So tight,” Dew murmurs. “So sweet.”

“I’ve been patient,” Phantom whispers, voice shaking. “Want you. Please.”

Dew groans, the sound of it raw. “You hear that, Rain? Begging for it.”

Rain hums, fingers brushing down Phantom’s spine. “Then give them what they want.”

“Just a little more,” Dew rumbles, and Phantom sobs out a moan.

Rain holds them through it, arms wrapped around their waist, anchoring them while Dew works slowly, lovingly behind them. He adds a third finger now, gently, stretching them further, then licks again, right where Rain disappears inside them, mouth hot and endless.

Phantom sobs into Rain’s shoulder when Dew finally withdraws, trembling around the absence, muscles fluttering.

Rain’s hands stroke down their sides, grounding. “You’re almost there,” he whispers. “Just a little longer, sweetheart.”

“Wanna feel every inch,” Dew murmurs, voice rough with restraint. “Let me take my time.”

Phantom whimpers, fingers curling tight against Rain’s chest.

Dew lines himself up, finally - his tip brushing against their rim, just barely catching. He exhales hard through his nose, one hand braced on their hip, the other steadying at the small of their back.

“Tell me no,” he says, quiet as prayer.

Phantom doesn’t hesitate. “Please.”

Dew presses forward - not enough to breach, just enough to tease, to let them feel the heat and weight of him.

Rain cups Phantom’s face in both hands, tilting their gaze toward him. “We’ve got you.”

He shifts beneath them, guiding their hips just slightly upward. Phantom whines at the loss of depth, but Rain’s kiss to their temple is grounding. “Just a moment,” he soothes. “Just long enough to let him in.”

Phantom nods, biting their lip.

Slowly, steadily, Dew begins to push.

Phantom exhales with a long whine as he enters, inch by careful inch. Rain watches every flicker of emotion across their face, brushing his thumbs over their cheekbones to anchor them.

“That’s it,” Dew groans, deep and low. “So good for me.”

Phantom’s mouth falls open around a breathless sound - too full for words, the stretch threading through them like fire. It’s slow and searing, a blooming ache edged in pleasure.

“Just breathe through it,” Rain says gently. “You’re okay.”

Phantom nods, eyes fluttering closed. Dew keeps going, patient and deliberate, his hand never leaving their back, tracing slow circles as he sinks deeper.

“Feel that?” Dew’s voice cracks slightly. “That’s how much I want you.”

They do feel it. Every inch. Every slow, deliberate push that opens them further, takes them deeper.

Rain leans in, whispering against their lips. “So full already. And he’s not even all the way in.”

Phantom sobs, caught in the storm of their voices, their hands, the unbearable, exquisite fullness stretching them to the edge.

Dew groans when he bottoms out - hips flush to the backs of Phantom’s thighs, his grip bruising on their hips for a moment before he eases up, smoothing over their skin like worship.

“Fucking hell,” he breathes. “You did it.”

Rain kisses Phantom’s temple, then their mouth, slow and sure. “You’re perfect. You’re ours.”

Phantom gasps into the kiss, trembling, overwhelmed by fullness and touch and the endless coil of voices wrapping around them like heat.

“I can’t - I -”

“You can,” Rain whispers, lips brushing their cheek. “You’re already doing it.”

Dew leans forward, chest flush to their back, voice rough and reverent at their ear. “You feel like sin made flesh,” he growls. “Like you were made just for this.”

Phantom whines, thighs quaking where they straddle Rain’s hips, one hand scrambling for something to hold. Rain catches it, fingers lacing tight.

Together.

Rain inside, deep and cool, grounding.

Dew behind, hot and insistent, throbbing where he fills the rest of them.

Phantom breathes once - twice -

And begins to move.

The shift is small, tentative. It drags Rain deeper, makes Dew roll tighter behind them, and Phantom’s whole body pulses with it. Every motion presses them full, leaves them quaking, carved open and made holy.

Rain groans beneath them, his grip steady on their hips. “Good boy. Just like that. You’re doing so well.”

Dew mirrors the motion, drawing back only slightly before sliding home again - slow, controlled, every inch deliberate.

Phantom gasps, vision swimming. They’re stretched to the limit, every nerve lit with sensation, body taut and yet still wanting more.

“That’s it, bug,” Dew rasps, thrusting deeper. “Let us hollow you out and fill you with everything Hell ever promised.”

Rain’s fingers spread wider, holding Phantom steady as they start to move in earnest. Their hips rock forward onto him, then back against Dew - caught in the steady, devastating give-and-take of their bodies, of their devotion.

The rhythm builds - slow and sinuous. Phantom whimpers with every thrust, each pass of pressure and friction threading deeper and together they create a kind of madness that feels like prayer.

Dew leans forward, teeth catching Phantom’s earlobe. “You’re so fucking tight,” he growls. “Clenching around both of us like you need it.”

Phantom sobs, their whole body shaking.

“I do,” they gasp. “I do - please, don’t stop - please -”

Rain lifts his head and kisses them hard, swallowing every cry.

They fall into it then - the rhythm, the weight, the heat. Rain and Dew move in tandem, bodies perfectly aligned, fucking Phantom slow and deep, chasing every sound they make, every tremble they draw.

Phantom’s mind begins to fray at the edges. Each thrust is a wave crashing against fragile shorelines, each drag of Rain’s cock inside them grounding and cool, while Dew behind is heat and flame and pressure that won’t relent. Their body is overstretched, overstimulated, slick and shaking, flushed from neck to thighs.

They can feel everything. The pulse of Rain’s heartbeat against their chest. Dew’s low growl, vibrating straight down their spine. The tight, shivery clutch of their own muscles around two cocks that split them open and keep them full.

Their breath hiccups.

Their thighs quake.

“Let go, Phantom,” Dew growls, his voice rough at the edges. “Come for us.”

“Show us how good it feels,” Rain whispers, fingers gentle as they stroke along their ribs. “Let us see the mess we’ve made of you.”

Phantom breaks.

With a choked cry and a full-body shiver, they fall apart - vision whiting out, mouth open in a soundless moan. Their body clenches tight, fluttering around both of them as they come hard, slick pouring, hips stuttering, heat flooding their belly. They feel like they’re glowing from the inside out - torn open, made holy.

Rain follows with a shudder, his breath breaking against Phantom’s skin, groaning as he spills into them. Dew isn’t far behind, clutching Phantom’s hips in a bruising grip as he thrusts one last time and comes with a guttural curse, hips jerking, cock pulsing deep inside.

For a long moment, there’s nothing but the sound of three uneven breaths.

Sweat-damp skin.

Tangled limbs.

The soft aftershock of something sacred.

Phantom sags against Rain’s chest, boneless, held in place by the strength of Rain’s arms and the weight of Dew’s body at their back. Every inch of them aches in the sweetest way - stretched and claimed, kissed open and filled completely. And still, neither of them lets go.

Rain’s fingers trace slow, cooling lines down their sides, following the path of sweat and soft magic. His lips ghost across their temple, barely a whisper of contact.

“You did so well,” he murmurs.

Behind them, Dew huffs a slow breath against their neck. He hasn’t moved. Still buried deep. “We might’ve overdone it,” he mutters, but his voice is low, warm - his hand still soothing where it strokes their hip.

Phantom hums, a wrecked, dreamy little sound. “Don’t move. Please.”

Rain tightens his hold. “We’re not going anywhere.”

Phantom can feel everything. Rain’s softening length still sheathed inside. Dew, molten and solid behind them, their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. Phantom’s own legs shake faintly, the aftermath settling in, but they don’t want to move. Not when Rain’s breath cools the sweat at their collarbone. Not when Dew’s arms are still braced around their waist like the world might shatter if he lets go.

“Stay,” they breathe, barely audible. “Just for a little longer.”

So they stay.

The world can wait, just a while longer.

It could be minutes or hours for all they know, but Rain presses a final kiss to Phantom’s forehead, then shifts beneath them, murmuring: “Stay with Dew. I’ll go run a bath.”

Phantom makes a soft, protesting sound, but Rain hushes them gently. “Just a few minutes. I promise.”

Then he’s gone - padding into the bathroom, the cool air slipping in where his body had been. A soft hum trails behind him, drifting back like a lullaby.

Which leaves Dew.

Still inside. Hardening again.

Phantom stirs, but Dew’s arm wraps around their waist, pulling them back tight to his chest. “Don’t even think about moving, buggy.”

Phantom shivers. “You said you’d let me rest.”

“I said nothing of the sort,” Dew murmurs, his voice all smoke and smile. “Rain did. I haven’t had my fill.”

He shifts them gently, guiding them down onto the nest. His cock slips free, followed by a warm, slow spill of Rain’s release.

It begins to drip down their thigh.

Dew grins.

“Well,” he purrs, licking his lips, “can’t waste anything Rainy gives us, now can we?”

Phantom whimpers, weak and trembling, but their body is already arching for more.

Dew kneels between their legs, spreading them wide. And then -

His tongue is on them.

Hot. Greedy. Worshipful.

He licks slowly at the mess between their thighs, chasing every drop with a reverence that borders on possessive. His hands are firm on their hips, keeping them open, keeping them his. He doesn’t tease. Doesn’t press. Just drinks from them like Rain’s taste is sacrament.

Phantom sobs a breath - already overstimulated, their nerves frayed and glowing. The contrast makes their head spin. Rain’s gentleness is still ghosting their skin, but Dew’s mouth? Pure fire.

“Dew, please -”

“Mmm,” he hums into them, unhurried. “I’ll be quick. Want him to see what we made together - your cunt slick with him, blessed by my tongue.”

His tongue flicks along their folds, lapping up the spend that still clings there. Phantom shudders, thighs twitching. There’s no pressure this time. No push. Just heat, and care, and the slow claiming of someone who won’t be rushed.

Dew licks deeper - slow and pious, chasing Rain’s taste with single-minded devotion. His tongue traces tender, molten lines between their folds, over their entrance, and Phantom sobs, their body still trembling from the aftermath.

It’s still too much. It’s still not enough.

Their thighs twitch, hips lifting without thought, and Dew hums low in response. He flattens his tongue and drags upward in one slow, claiming stroke.

Phantom shudders. Their moan is soft this time, more ache than cry, as the pleasure starts to bloom again, slow and unstoppable. It crests not like a wave, but like a tide: gentle, inevitable, everywhere.

They climax with a gasp, small and shivering, body pulsing around nothing, heat and touch still lingering in every nerve.

Dew doesn’t stop - he licks them through it, soft and careful, guiding them down from that final high with the same patience he showed while filling them.

Only when their legs twitch, when they tug on his horn with a groan, does he finally pull back. His lips are glistening, his smile slow and full of awe.

“There,” he whispers, stretching up to press a kiss to their cheek. “Now you’re ready for your bath.”

Rain returns not long after, pausing in the doorway at the sight of Phantom sprawled out, flushed and gasping, with Dew nuzzled smugly into their neck.

He raises a brow. “I was gone for five minutes.”

Dew licks the corner of his mouth. “Your fault. You made them taste too good.”

Rain sighs, fond and long-suffering.

He crosses the room with that slow, grounded grace, damp curls clinging to his temples from the steam rising off the bath. He takes in the scene without speaking - Phantom, glowing and boneless, glistening with sweat and affection; Dew, still half-hard and entirely too pleased with himself.

“You just couldn’t wait, could you?” Rain murmurs as he crouches beside them. One hand strokes Phantom’s hair back from their face, and then he tilts his chin gently toward Dew. “Took it upon yourself to get one last taste.”

Dew doesn’t even bother pretending to be sorry. He licks his teeth, eyes glittering as he shifts just enough for Rain to notice the problem he’s left himself with.

“You were gone,” Dew says, all fake innocence. “They were leaking. I was helping.”

Rain snorts, but the flush that creeps up his throat betrays him. His gaze flicks to Dew’s cock, still twitching faintly, and back up to his face. “Mhm. I see.”

He leans in close and presses a kiss to Phantom’s forehead, slow and steady. Then, lips brushing their ear, he murmurs gently:

“You rest now, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”

And then, with that same quiet control, Rain turns to Dew.

“And you,” he says, brushing a single finger along the curve of Dew’s cock - just once, just enough to make him twitch - “are going to behave while I bathe them.”

Dew sucks in a sharp breath, body tight with restraint.

Rain’s smile is infuriatingly soft. “And when our sweet bug is clean and asleep - then, my little firestarter, I’ll take care of you.”

Dew lets out a laugh, cock straining against the threat of patience. “That a promise?”

Rain leans in, pressing a kiss just above his collarbone, teeth dragging the faintest bit.

“No,” he whispers. “That’s a threat.”

Phantom giggles against Rain’s chest as he gathers them in strong arms, wrapping them close. They melt into his hold, limp with exhaustion, still glowing from the aftershocks.

Dew collapses back onto the nest, one arm thrown dramatically over his eyes. “Fuck, I love you both.”

Rain pauses at the doorway, Phantom tucked warm and safe against him. His eyes glint with mischief and devotion in equal measure.

“We know,” he says, all smug affection. “Now behave.”

-

The bathroom is filled with steam and soft golden light, the wide tub nearly overflowing with warm water and the scent of lavender and bergamot. Rain lowers Phantom into it carefully, cradling them close until they’re half-submerged, limbs loose and pliant in the heat.

Phantom sighs, a long, broken exhale that melts into the water like a blessing. Their head lolls back against Rain’s chest as he slips in behind them, gathering their body close, their thighs draped over his.

“Better?” Rain whispers, cupping warm water over their chest and watching it bead and roll down the flushed lines of their skin.

“Mmm,” Phantom hums, sinking further.

Rain kisses their shoulder, one hand gently running a cloth along their stomach, wiping away the last remnants of sweat and slick with the same care he might use for a priceless glass artifact.

“You did so well tonight,” he murmurs. “So brave. So good.”

Phantom doesn’t answer - but their smile, sleepy and soft, is enough.

A moment of stillness settles. Rain shifts, adjusting Phantom in his arms. Then he closes his eyes - and sends.

The bond pulses like a ripple in still water: an invitation, warm and wordless, brushing the edge of Dew’s mind.

If you’d like to join us…

The door creaks open a breath later.

“Miss me already?” Dew asks, voice cocky but low. There’s no bite to it - just fondness wrapped in swagger.

Rain doesn’t look up. “Of course not. I’m just keeping an eye on the wild creature who can’t be left alone for five minutes without licking something he shouldn’t.”

Phantom laughs, still tucked against his chest.

Dew snorts, hips swaying slightly as he slides into the tub with the lazy grace of someone who delights in being watched.

The water shifts with his weight, heat curling around all three of them. He settles across from them, knees brushing Rain’s under the surface, then reaches for Phantom’s foot, drawing it gently into his lap to rub slow circles along their arch.

“You missed me,” Dew says, gaze soft now, completely ruined by the sight of the two of them together. “Just admit it.”

Rain raises a brow. “We were apart for three minutes.”

“Three long minutes.”

Rain smirks. “Mm. Better this way anyway. Now I can keep an eye on you.”

Dew grins, sharp and full of mischief. “Only one? You’ll need both. I’m slippery when wet.”

Phantom huffs and presses their foot more firmly into Dew’s palm.

Rain kisses behind their ear and murmurs, “Lucky for me, I’ve got very good hands.”

And there, in the warmth of the water, the scent of their skin, and the gentle hush of shared laughter, they settle. All three of them. Tired. Loved. Together.

Eventually, however, the water begins to cool.

Rain hums low and Phantom stirs sleepily in his arms. Dew’s fingers slow their massage of Phantom’s calf, his other hand drawing lazy circles through the bathwater.

“We should get them dry,” Rain says softly, brushing his lips against Phantom’s temple. “Then to bed.”

Dew groans. “Can’t we just stay here forever?”

Rain tilts his head, kisses Phantom again, then glances at Dew over their shoulder. “I thought you wanted something.”

Dew perks up immediately. “Right. Yes. Carry on.”

Rain stands first, lifting Phantom with care as water sheets down their bodies in soft ribbons. Dew follows, grabbing towels with far more enthusiasm than necessary, helping Rain wrap Phantom in soft cotton before toweling his own hair with a huff.

By the time they reach the bed, Phantom is already half-asleep, nestled between the two of them like a fallen star.

Rain settles on one side, fingers combing gently through Phantom’s damp hair. Dew curls in behind them, nuzzling into the crook of Rain’s neck, one arm slung over both of them like a shield.

The silence stretches - heavy with comfort. The room glows dimly with the flicker of a distant candle.

“So,” Dew whispers, voice low and playful against Rain’s skin, “were you serious about that promise?”

Rain smiles without opening his eyes. “Which one?”

“The one about taking care of me.”

Phantom shifts faintly, a sleepy sound caught in their throat.

Rain’s hand stills in their hair. His voice dips, dangerous.

“Oh, I always keep my promises.”

Rain’s breath stirs the hair at Dew’s nape as he turns and leans in - cool and close. “You really want me to start something now?” he whispers.

Dew shivers. “You wouldn’t dare.”

A pause.

A slow exhale.

Then Rain’s lips ghost over that sensitive spot just behind Dew’s ear, and Dew yelps - a strangled little noise that’s instantly muffled by Rain’s hand clapping over his mouth.

Across the bed, Phantom shifts faintly, their voice barely more than breath, slurred with sleep and full of affection:

“…If you’re gonna start something, at least wait ‘til I’m unconscious.”

Rain chuckles against Dew’s shoulder.

Dew huffs beneath his palm, flustered and glowing.

The candle flickers once.

And the room fades into breath and shadows and the soft, sacred hush of bodies held in devotion.

[basilibino]

Season 8 was like 6 years ago(I feel old) and I know ppl have differing opinions on the Mr Echo thing (but it was intended, made it to storyboard and blocked animation and then dropped, soooo) but. I can see his recruitment p easily tbh. Bc the whole reason Dr J was in that lighthouse was because he was resurrected, forced there, and ordered to build Skulkin vehicles by Samukai. But Samukai in the flashback we see has already been deposed as leader of the Skulkin/Underworld. Which means the orders to do so most likely came from Garmadon.

And since Mr. E is one of the head honchos, he's likely an early arrival to the team, so I don't think Harumi has a whole lot figured out at this point, she's just got her Trauma and some Bad Influence Friends and an obsession with Lord Garmadon. So. Like. Plausible deniability road trip that she's just visiting important markers of Ninjago's recent past, all of which involve Lord Garmadon in some meaningful way; its sightseeing, its cathartic, and it gives her time to develop her dream Motorcycle Gang/Resurrection Cult. She's not looking for anyone at the Lighthouse, but she is looking for vehicle blueprints so she can be the Koolest leader on the block. But oops she looks in the basement and there's an Echo.

And she's flipping out bc??? A Ninja???? In the Lighthouse basement??? I mean it makes sense that it would be this one but???

Except this rusty old robot has no idea what she's talking about with this Ninja stuff, he's just waiting for his dad to come back.

And Harumi pauses.

Because how long has he been waiting? He's not sure, he had no proper way to measure time in the basement, and he doesn't have the best view of his clockwork heartpiece. But it was after his father saw a strange ship docking; Echo was worried it was the People who had locked up his father in the first place, but instead his dad sounded happy when he saw whoever was out there. It could have been a front, though, as clearly it was never safe to let Echo back out. Then Dr J popped down briefly, while everyone above was resting, to tell Echo he was desperately needed elsewhere, that it wasn't safe to bring Echo, but that he'd be back in no time.

And the pieces are fitting together for Harumi. And she's like. Your dad's dead, bro.

And he's like. What? Did he die doing what was needed of him?

And she's like. Oh, no. He died a few years later.

And he's like. Why didn't he come back for me????

And she's like. Probably because they kept him away.

And he's like. Who's they?

And she's like. The Ninja I was talking about earlier.

And it surely can't be hard in universe to find pictures of Zane and Dr J post s2-pre s3, so she pulls one up and shows Echo who is freaking out bc why is that one kind of like him and Harumi explains that that was the droid his father created first, that he became a Ninja, and that hes probably the one who took their father away and kept echo waiting for years.

But Echo has doubts, shocked as he is abt a new older brother, he wants to believe the good in the situation so he's unsure. But Harumi mentions that the Ninja's failures to uphold more than their self preservation/interests has led to uncountable losses and devastation in Ninjago time and time again, before delving into her own story. And she seems so kind, and so hurt, and I do think there's a genuine connection btwn these two that forms from this shared emotional torment that they decide came from the Ninja, and now Echo is more receptive.

And then Harumi gets to start her Garmadon pitch because wait! If Echo was made here, then that could only have happened because of Lord Garmadon. And she reiterates that he's the reason she and her city could have even survived The Great Devourer. And maybe Echo's family-by-creation left, maybe they were untrustworthy and lacking, but that's OK bc if you look at it all a certain way, Garmadon is more of a father to Echo than Dr J was. And Echo is a vulnerable, overwhelmed mess who just found out his dad fucked off for years without him and also died, and also he has a brother??? Who their dad clearly seems to have favored??? Did they even know about Echo??? Did they delight in their life free of him???

Basically. Kinda Spinel-core but getting abandoned and left completely alone does that to you. Especially when the first person to find you after being abandoned is a deeply hurt and misguided teen who is probably kinda desperate for someone, anyone else to see the Ninja the way she sees them.

[dannyriccsystem]

i swear im in love w your posts and your account 😭 the way you write the drivers feels rly accurate, i had an idea for an au after i saw that video w the papaya boys looking down at the camera w their helmets on so maybe something about reader telling the drivers to 'sleep' w them only wearing their helmets 🙂‍↕️hehe no pressure 🧡

THE HELMET STAYS ON.

FORMULA ONE DRIVERS X READER

Summary: Begging the drivers to nail you with their helmet on. And they do.

Warnings: Pure smut, Y/N usage, P in V, foreplay, reader has a tongue piercing in one of them, hair pulling, blowjob, the whole nine yards. Basically really filthy. Also not proofread because it was embarrassing enough just writing this.

Featuring: MV1, DR3, LN4, CL16, CS55, OP81

This video. Oh my days. I have nothing appropriate to say.

One more before I sleep. I’m kind of scared to post this, this is my first super out there post.

(Do feel free to request risqué stuff idm!)

MAX VERSTAPPEN - MV1

“Let me get this straight,” Your boyfriend stood in front of you as you sat, prettily perched on the edge of the bed with an innocent smile, despite what you just asked. “You,” He pointed to you. “Want me,” and then to himself. “To fuck you. With the helmet on.” He raised both of his brows.

You looked off to the side, and then back at him, nodding. “Sounds about right, yeah.” You confirmed. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but with a sigh… He reluctantly gave in. Anything for his beloved girlfriend, I guess.

“M-ahhh-x,” You groaned out his name, nails desperately clawing at his bare back for some sort of leverage. Your legs were quivering as he slowly thrusted into you, his hips moving in such a hypnotic way. Even off the track, his pace was consistent, apparently.

All of his skin was exposed, every last inch, except for his face. It was covered by his iconic helmet design, the visor pulled down to conceal the expression in his eyes. You were certain they were darkened with lust, but had no proof of it.

His hands gripped your waist, hoisting you up to get an even deeper angle. Your legs wrapped around him weakly, trying to pull him in closer. At this point, you could barely move them.

He brought his helmeted face down closer to your ear, the sound of his voice deliciously muffled by the soft casing surrounding his head, “You asked for this, lieverd.” You whined out at his typical pet name, which sounded so dirty now. You were unsure if you’d ever be able to see your boyfriend in an innocent light ever again.

Your hands grabbed both sides of his helmet, mouth drawn open in an ‘O’ as you weakly moaned for him. The sweet sounds motivated him further, allowing him to draw out his final thrusts. He pulled out, hands stroking his length as you pressed soft kisses to the surface of his helmet.

He came on your stomach. With one hand, Max lifted the visor while the other gentle traced a heart onto your cum-coated belly.

—

DANIEL RICCIARDO - DR3

“Danny?” You came out of his bedroom one day, finding him relaxed on the couch. He leaned his head over to look at you, motioning for you to continue. In your hands was the cause of confusion— His old racing helmet. The last one he ever wore, to be exact.

It was a black helmet with a sparkly flame that shined different colors depending on the lighting. You remembered him wearing it in Singapore, the last race he ever competed in. It probably held a lot of special memories. “Do you use your old helmets for anything? I see you have a few in our room.”

“Hmm, nah. Mostly just decoration.” He shrugs and turns to sit with one leg folded underneath him, the other hanging over the edge of the couch. His elbows were propped on the back as he stared at you. “Why?” He smirked almost like he could see the gears turning.

“Wanna have sex with one on?” The answer was always yes.

It wasn’t quite what you were expecting, in the best way possible. Nothing could have prepared you for the animal that your boyfriend would become upon exploding this new area of your sex lives.

He had one of your legs pushed in the air, resting over his shoulder, which allowed him more space to thrust experimentally. The other laid on the side of his thigh, your hips held up by his free hand to get a better angle. You propped yourself up on your elbows, head slightly angled down while you stared through damp lashes.

“Fuck, Danny…” You whined, your hips twitching with a little gasp. He groaned, his head falling forward until the helmet was carefully pressed against your forehead. His grip on your raised thigh was tight, practically digging into your skin to keep himself from going feral.

“Feel that?” He muttered, his voice enveloped in the cushy walls of his helmet. The hand that held you up at the waist circled around, palm pressing down on your stomach to emphasize the slight bulge. He cursed under his breath, his hips stuttering and his dick twitching. “Shit.”

He leg your leg fall against the mattress as he carefully slipped out. One hand massaged your sore folds, bringing you to your peak just as he reached his. You both climaxed together, your thighs painted with his arousal.

He carefully lifted the helmet, still panting as he looked down at the mess he made. “Satisfied?” He asked, voice hoarse. You grinned, eyes droopy.

“Very.”

—

LANDO NORRIS - LN4

There was something special about Lando in his signature green helmet. The helmet itself was bland, but it was his staple. When he wore it, it was unimaginably attractive to you.

You tried to ignore it, but during one of his week long breaks, you decided to address the issue upfront. It was a hard topic to approach, so you figured now was a good time to be as blunt as possible.

“I want to fuck you while you wear your helmet.” Literally. As blunt as possible.

He looked taken aback, and rightfully so. His eyes widened, and his mouth fell open. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Why…” He asked next. It was hard to discern what sort of face that was supposed to be. Confusion? Disgust? Arousal? All three at once?

“Because it’s hot.”

He fell silent, and then pulled you into his room where the helmet in question sat, like it was ready for this moment.

“Not so confident now, are you?” His husky voice murmured in your ear. You were currently bent over with your hands against his bedroom door to support yourself, your ass stuck out against him. All while your legs trembled. If one of his hands wasn’t supporting you under your stomach, you’d have collapsed by now.

Strong hands gripped your hair, tugging your head backwards to get a good look at your fucked out expression, and your stretched neck that was littered with deep purple marks. All you could do was softly cry out in pleasure as a reply to his question, which earned a dark chuckle from your boyfriend.

“Regretting your choice yet?” You shook your head with teary eyes. You couldn’t see his face, cloaked beneath the secrecy of a bright green racing helmet, but you knew for a fact he was smirking. Every thrust was carried out confidently, sending a resounding smack through the room. The sounds were sticky from the buildup of arousal.

“Laan,” You drawled out his name, eyes twitching as you struggled to keep them open. You could feel another orgasm approaching— Just one of many for the night. “P-Please—”

“Please what?” Another tug of the hair, making you whimper. “Use your words, pretty.”

“Let me cum,” You whined, your voice trembling. He continued silently for another thrust or two before the hand on your stomach traveled down to massage your clit, sending you over the edge. You squealed out, lurching forward to rest against the door.

He pulled his throbbing length out, releasing onto your back. With a heavy, satisfied sigh, Lando scooped you up and gently laid you on his mattress, littering your aching body with kisses upon the removal of his helmet.

“You did so good for me.”

—

CHARLES LECLERC - CL16

Charles and you had been together for a while, and it was safe to say you knew your way around each other’s bodies. However, neither of you quite knew the other’s mind.

It was hard to pinpoint the specific kinks and such. If you were both paying attention you could figure out the little things you liked— For example, Charles liked kitten licks on the tip, and he loved you in red lingerie. And you liked sensual sex with romance and eye contact.

However, there was something you had never been able to admit until now. “Can you keep the helmet on for tonight?” He blinked at your question, already half naked and hovering over you, who was… Entirely naked.

“Keep the helmet on?”

“Yeah. Just to try it out.”

It didn’t take much convincing.

The entire experience changed when the helmet came on. Maybe you were expecting him to take a dominant stance, but it seemed as soon as the mask came on he was a whining and stuttering mess.

Charles was propped up on his elbows as you straddled his hips, grinding yourself further onto his impaled cock. He couldn’t even form a sentence, just desperately grip your hips and occasionally involuntarily thrust up into your tight heat. He was thankful for the helmet, actually. That way you couldn’t see his pathetic expression.

“Feels good,” You praised, your voice like honey. He squeezed the fat of your hips tighter, both of his index fingers anxiously tapping against your skin. He wasn’t normally so… Submissive like this.

You reached out, lifting the visor of his helmet to unveil his eyes. Just his eyes, that’s all you could see, but they told you exactly what you needed to know. With furrowed brows and a watery gaze, he made direct eye contact with you.

His hands traveled to find yours, squeezing them tight while you rode him. He could barely ground himself, but your steady presence certainly helped. “Y/N-” He finally managed to splutter out, his legs twitching and his hips jerking.

“Shh, you’re okay,” You whispered, moving your hips faster. “You got it, you’re doing great.” At your praise, he seemed to lose it, spilling deep inside you.

His body collapsed against the mattress, leaving you to carefully lift his helmet and brush his damp hair away from his eyes.

—

CARLOS SAINZ - CS55

You came home from a stressful day to your boyfriend standing in the dining room, examining his racing helmet under the light. “What are you doing?” You questioned softly as you set your things down on the table.

Her flinched, but relaxed as soon as he realized it was just you, and there was no need to be worried. “Just thinking.” You raised your brow as if asking ‘about?’ He showed you the helmet, and you just shrugged with a lack of understanding. “I want to fuck you with it on.”

You blinked at his forwardness, your gaze shifting from the helmet, and then to him. “If you’re comfortable with it, I don’t mind.”

Sex with Carlos was typically slow and sensual, just what you needed after a long day.

Not this time.

He had you folded in ways you didn’t even know were possible. Your knees were pressed to your chest, hands gripping the sheets as he fucked into you in your folded position. He hovered over you, one hand on the headboard and the other on the curve of your ass.

He grunted, but most of the noise was coming from you. “C-… Carlos!” You yelped, surprised by the change in tone. Your eyes twitched, threatening to roll back into your skull. You tried to swallow your moans, but it was impossible to keep silent.

He suddenly grabbed both of your hands, bringing them up to hold your own legs back. He busied his digits with your hole. Two fingers circled your needy clit, making your legs ache and shake. The other two slid right in with his cock, plunging in and out in a rhythmic manner.

“Feel good?” He questioned in that thick accent, ensuring your comfort over all. You couldn’t form a coherent response, leaving you to just nod a silent yes.

It seemed like ages he toyed with your poor hole, but finally he pulled free and let himself release onto your stomach. You let your legs fall to the mattress, twitching occasionally. Both of you panted as he removed the helmet, sweat dripping from his forehead. His hair was beautifully messy.

“That was…” He trailed off.

“Hot,” You finished for him.

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OSCAR PIASTRI - OP81

You had been giggling to yourself all day as you stared at your phone. It was beginning to make Oscar anxious as he automatically assumed the worst. With sudden steeled courage, he decided to confront you.

“What have you been looking at? You haven’t stopped laughing at your phone.” His tone was calm, but inside he was slightly panicked. That is, until you turned the phone around to show him an edit. Of himself.

He had seen a few of them. Ever since him and Lando filmed that video showing off their helmets, the fans had been going crazy. “What about it?” He tilted his head, not unlike the way he did in said video. Your ovaries basically exploded.

“Do you have your helmet?” He nodded. “Put it on.”

Well, you didn’t have to tell him twice.

This… Wasn’t exactly what Oscar had been expecting. He knew you had something filthy in mind, but to suck him off while he was wearing nothing but his helmet was a little absurd, even for you.

Thankfully, he accepted the freak in you.

Your tongue darted out to give his tip a little lick, the cold metal of your tongue piercing making him twitch. He shuddered, a deep groan leaving his lips. Without even thinking, his hands grabbed the back of your head. However, he relaxed before making any sharp movements, and let it rest there for now.

You experimented further, plump lips encasing his whole tip, cheeks hollowing experimentally. He groaned, head tilted back momentarily. You looked at him through your lashes, giggling around his length when he peered back down, the movement unbearably attractive in your eyes.

You placed your hands on his thighs to balance yourself, and slowly took more of him in. He tried to keep quiet, but he could only bite back so many groans before they started to flood out. As your pace increased, his grip on the back of your head did, too.

Eventually, you weren’t even moving anymore. He was just full on face fucking you to get himself off, and you didn’t care. You let your mouth be used by your boyfriend, whose hips were jerking in and out in a spontaneous rhythm.

He finally came to a stop, his length twitching as he pulled it out. Half of his seed was shot onto your face, while the rest was expertly aimed for your mouth.

He was breathing heavily as he lifted the helmet, peering down at you with a heaving chest. “Holy shit.”

That was by far the most emotion anyone had ever gotten out of him.

[ultravioletrayz]

KINKTOBER

╰┈➤ DAY EIGHT: GLOSSAPHILIA w/ VENOM

You had always been mesmerised by Venom's tongue. The way drool glistened along the thick muscle, the way it stretched and tangled, the sheer size and length of it. You had confessed these thoughts to Eddie one night, the two of you a bit tipsy and in between heated, sloppy kisses when you pulled away with a giggle to discuss all of your filthy fantasies about being speared open by Venom's tongue.

"I was looking forward to getting my turn tonight, but it can be arranged, babe." Eddie had said, effectively shutting you up with his wandering hands finding the crotch of your damp panties, the two of you fucking messily on the couch.

Fast forward a couple weeks later, Eddie's lapping at your clit once you've come home from work, two fingers shoved deep into your cunt and massaging your velvety insides. You're mewling and twitching against him, hips jolting in a plea for more. He gets the message, or rather, Venom gets the message.

Pulling away from your sopping folds, black tendrils and ooze engulf Eddie, Venom's hulking figure overtaking your boyfriends as you pant and watch with lust-blown eyes. He's so fucking big, that huge tongue of his especially, making you salivate and reach out to him. Venom growls darkly in return, the sound vibrating against your inner walls as he positions himself between your legs.

His tongue flicks out, tracing along your slit before finally pressing against your entrance. You gasp at the sensation of his hot, wet muscle against your tight flesh, feeling him tease and stretch you open.

"MUST TASTE YOU." Venom declares, before plunging his tongue deep into you, burying it to the hilt. You cry out in pleasure as he begins to move, his thick length sliding in and out of your cunt, his saliva lubricating your walls and mixing with the pool of arousal seeping onto the sheets. The feeling of being filled up by him is unlike anything you've ever experienced before.

As he continues to piston his tongue in and out of you, you can feel every ridge and undulation of that massive tongue as it claims your body for itself, making your thighs shake and burn with how fucking hard he's thrusting into you. Large hands, big enough to crush your head with ease, hold onto your waist, forcing you further into the mattress so that the tip of his tongue can glide against your cervix, while the rest of the fat muscle writhes and drives within you.

You moan loudly, unable to withhold the sound as Venom's spit and slime rolls over your skin, making you shiver with anticipation for what comes next. You can feel his sharp teeth pulsing against your inner thighs, but before you can warn him, he sinks them into your flesh, drawing blood that mixes with his saliva. The sensation is electrifying, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body as he quickly pulls out to lap up the filthy mixture, before his tongue continues its relentless motions in your cunt, hitting all the right spots and driving you wild with lust. As he picks up the pace, you can feel the muscles in your pelvis tighten, milking his tongue for every last drop of pleasure it can give you.

You throw your head back in ecstasy, arching your back off the mattress as Venom's tongue crashes against that sweet spot inside you, sending waves of white-hot pleasure through your entire being. Your nails scrape against the sheets, desperately clawing for purchase as Venom's powerful thrusts push you ever closer to the brink. With a throaty groan, you come undone, your orgasm shaking your entire body as Venom's tongue curls around and massages your inner walls, milking every last drop of your arousal. He continues to lap at you long after you've climaxed, savouring every drop of your essence as it mixes with his spit.

As he finally pulls away, leaving a slick trail of saliva between your legs, you unravel against the mattress, panting heavily as your brain goes to mush.

"Fuck," you gasp out between breaths, "So good- Too good. Better than my imagination. So- so much better."

Venom chuckles darkly at your words before retracting back into Eddie who collapses onto the bed beside you, grinning widely, "Well, now you know."

[monstersholygrail]

oh to be a mouse hybrid toyed with by a cat hybrid who just wants to see you squirm in every way

Ooh when the Cat Hybrid’s owners told him they were getting him a new little friend, you, a Mouse Hybrid were by far the last thing he was expecting.

He wanted another cat to mess with, to play with… to mate with. But he couldn’t stop himself from noticing your plump round form scurrying about the house or the constant skittish look in your eye as you surveyed your new home. Perhaps you would do.

From that day on he would terrorize you mercilessly. Chasing you around the around the house when your owners were gone, saying he was gonna devour you when he finally got his claws into you. Backing you into corners just to see the delicious terror in your eyes. Plopping his large form right on top of you so that you couldn’t escape him even as you scrambled desperately to get away.

It was never ending and as much as you wanted to say you hated it, it felt far too good. The Cat hybrid severely underestimated you, forgetting you too were a hybrid with all the same perks. You could smell his desire in the air every time he chased you. And you had grown addicted to the scent. To feel so wanted and yearned for, especially during the chase, nothing else could compare.

He would only ever mess with you when he felt like it so you figured you might need to give him a little push. Using yourself as bait you use your owners creaky stairs to your advantage. As soon as the first step creaks, the Cat hybrid’s head snaps up from where he’s perched. His eyes meet your wide ones for only a moment before you’re bolting down the stairs.

As soon as you hear the pounding of paws behind you, you smirk wickedly knowing your plan had worked. Cute little squeaks leave your mouth as you run throughout the house, narrowly trying to avoid being caught. He should’ve realized how much you like this. You’re much faster than him after all.

After rounding the next corner you wait a moment for him to catch up. Seeing a flash of fur and then you’re off. The Cat Hybrid pauses for a moment as he realizes what you had just done. What you’ve actually been doing this entire time.

Adrenaline pumps through his veins as he chases you at lightning speed. He’s catching up to you in no time and by the look of genuine alarm in your eye he knows this wasn’t a trick. Instead of his usual antics he pounces on you, sending you both tumbling to the floor.

“You messin’ with me, little mouse?” He growls in your ear, his body pinning you to the hard wood floor. You don’t even bother to squirm, your heart beating out of your chest as you stare up at him.

Before you can even blink he’s shoving his hand down your pants and swiping his fingers through your folds, your slick drenching them with how aroused you are. He chuckles lowly, rumbling purrs vibrating into your chest and straight to your core.

“So this has been a game to you, huh? A bit of foreplay before I inevitably snap and fuck you dumb.”

You find you can’t even answer, panting breaths escaping you as you rock with his hand that’s slowly rubbing against all the right places. He devilishly smiles and pushes two fingers deep inside you, causing your hips to jolt as you cry out.

“Well, sweetheart, you’ve done it. I’ve snapped,” he says with a menacing snarl as he pumps his fingers roughly against your walls, his claws just barely scraping them and setting your nerves on fire.

You try and be as good as you can, staying perfectly still for him as he fucks you with his fingers, but your small reaction only seems to infuriate him further. He picks up pace, licking and nipping at your throat until you too break and your moans echo throughout the empty house. A secret smirk plays on lips.

That is until the Cat Hybrid plays a trick of his own. Pumping his fingers inside you, drawing you closer and closer till you’re just about to fall off that edge when he suddenly stops and withdraws. You whine, squirming now as you begin to beg for more.

“I see through you now, sweet prey. You won’t be winning this one.”

You only start to realize your mistake as he starts fucking you with his cock, the large length stretching you so good. The natural curve hitting the soft spot inside you perfectly. Then he starts doing to you exactly what he did with his fingers. Bringing you up to the edge and then pulling you right back.

He’s as merciless as he is when terrorizing you and in a way he’s doing just that but in a whole new way that drives you more insane than the chasing ever did. Eventually you’re a sobbing mess, your tears and your arousal forming two separate puddles on the floor with how in need you are right now as he starts up again.

You jump as the sudden sensation of his wet nose nuzzling into your neck, his purrs even louder now. You immediately cling to him, meeting his thrusts and trying to chase your growing orgasm before it’s taken away again.

“Do you think you’ve earned the right to cum for me now?” The Cat Hybrid asks and you whine, nodding rapidly.

You feel his grin against your skin before he pulls out and starts slamming his cock deep inside your cunt. His intent clear before he even says a word. But when he does it’s like music to your ears.

“I agree. Cum for me, mate.”

This time as you get closer and closer to the finish, he doesn’t stop. Instead, his hands slips down and rubs tight circles into your clit. Your orgasm breaks through almost instantly and you scream as you milk his cock for all it’s worth, sending him right into ecstasy with you.

But the sound of the car door doesn’t leave either of you much time to bask in pleasure coursing through you. Luckily the Cat hybrid takes the lead, maneuvering you both as he curls around you, keeping you stuffed full of his cock but hiding any of the evidence. You’re too weak to do anything but shift into how he molds you. Making it appear as if you two are asleep and cuddling in the hall.

“Aw, look at them. Finally getting along,” you hear your owners say who are none the wiser to what’s really going on.

Cat Hybrid bf rocks his hips, snapping them back inside you quietly and forcing a squeak from your throat. He chuckles under his breath and nuzzles into you, not planning on moving away from you for hours. Wondering how many more orgasms he can rip from your tight pussy.

[urmum-lovesme]

The Globe

pairing: Biker!Rafe Cameron x Stripper!Reader

summary: Rafe and Y/n both work at ‘The Globe’, the best strip club on the island, known for their famous ‘globe of death’ performances. Although their relationship is meant to be strictly professional, they can’t seem to deny the tension that lingers between them one night after they perform…

a/n: So I saw these two videos on TikTok of these girls in the globe of death, and It had me thinking, that's so Rafe x Reader get out. Especially with all the screen time he gets in season 4 with his bike 😫. This is my first smut tho so please don't murder me.

Here's the Link to the Inspo! => 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

warnings: !SMUT! basically porn with a plot, reader is a stripper, reader is wearing barely any clothing, Strip club, dangerous motorcycle riding, the globe of death, pole dancing, aerial hoop dancing, reader is a tease, making out, nudity, oral sex (male receiving), spitting, hair pulling, handjob, fingering, dirty talk, begging, praise kink, dom!Rafe, p in v, choking, unprotected sex, rough sex, mentions of cum, degrading terms.

The hum of the club was already starting to build. Neon lights flickered along the walls, casting dim glows over the velvet-draped walls. In the dressing room, Yn sat at the mirror, applying the final touches of her makeup. She powdered her face carefully, making sure every detail was perfect. Her lips were a shade of pink, glossy and sparkling under the lights of her vanity, just the right amount of shine to catch attention. Her hot pink two piece clung to her skin, sure to attract eyes with the material clinging to her skin, pushing her tits up, which she brushed over with highlighter. 

‘The Globe’ was legendary, not just for the flashing neon lights that beckoned to the island’s nightlife but for its reputation as the best in town. It had earned its fame not through ordinary striptease acts, but through its center stage: the Globe of Death, an enormous metal sphere. Inside, motorcycles roared, their tires skimming the metal walls whilst in the center of it all stood the performers—suspended in the air, spinning in a dance. The act was dangerous, thrilling, and hypnotic, drawing crowds from all over the island. Tonight, the club was packed, as it always was on a weekend. The pulsating beats of the music filled the air, mingling with the scent of alcohol and sweat. 

A sharp knock at the door broke Y/n’s focus.

Her hand hesitated, lipgloss in mid-air, she didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. 

Rafe.

Her lips tightened into a thin line as she set the gloss applicator down against her lips carefully, her eyes still fixed on her reflection. She didn’t want him to know how much his presence affected her, even when she fought against it.

“Come in” 

She said, her voice soft but clipped, betraying nothing. The door creaked open, and Rafe stepped inside. His silhouette was framed by the hallway lights, tall and confident. The leather jacket and body armour strapped to his chest made him appear every bit the part of the club’s star rider. His gaze flicked over her, lingering a moment too long, before he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.

“Big night” 

He asked, eyes lingering on her body, Yn met his gaze through the mirror, her expression neutral. 

“As usual.”

But Rafe didn’t move. His eyes were intense, almost predatory, studying her in a way that made her pulse quicken. “You know,” he began, his voice dropping to a low, teasing tone,

“Been thinking, maybe tonight, we take it a little further…”

Yn’s fingers gripped the makeup brush now in her hand pulling it back from her cheek, her heartbeat echoing in her ears. She didn’t want to admit how much that suggestion stirred something deep inside her. 

“Beyond the usual routine?” 

She asked, her voice curious. Rafe appeared pleased at her interest, stepping closer, his arms folding. 

“What’s the point of doing things the same every night, Yn? We both know we could make it more… exciting.”

The words hung in the air, charged with unspoken meaning, and Yn’s breath caught in her throat. There it was again- the unrelenting tension between them. They both knew they wanted to push the boundaries, but neither one was ready to admit just how far they were willing to go. Yn arched her brow as she caught his reflection in the mirror, her lips pressing together as she placed the brush down onto the vanity. She expected him to talk, but the weight of his silence forced her to finally glance at him through the glass. Rafe’s arms were still crossed, his jacket straining over his biceps as he leaned casually against the doorframe. He let the moment stretch before finally speaking. 

“I want you to start on the floor tonight.”

She paused as she blinked at his reflection, they’d never started with her on the floor before, she was always hung up on her hoop, body curved in tune with the music. She raised her brow. 

“Start on the floor?”

His smirk grew as he took a step into the room, his voice calm but with an edge of challenge. 

“In the cage on the floor. Before I start riding.”

Yn stayed quiet for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly as she watched him through the mirror. He stayed rooted behind her now, his arms still crossed and his dark eyes locked on hers, unreadable and unrelenting. The tension in the small dressing room thickened, buzzing like static electricity.

Without a word, she turned in her seat, the plush hot pink fluff of the wide stool brushing against her thighs as she faced him fully. She had to look up at him, her fake lashes fluttering as her gaze traveled upward to meet his. Her head was level with his abs, and the faint scent of leather and motor oil clung to him, and she could smell his cologne mixing with the smell.

Her gaze dipped lower, catching the chunky, decorated belt buckle that drew her attention. Slowly, Yn raised her hand, her fingers brushing against the metal, tracing over the ‘R’ in its center before gliding her skin over the worn edges and grooves of the design. The act was deliberate, her touch light but intentional.

“And why do you think that’s a good idea?” 

She asked softly, her voice carrying a hint of challenge. Rafe didn’t move, his smirk unwavering, he knew exactly what game she was playing, she’d been doing it for months now.

“Large crowd tonight, you on the floor while I circle around you will bring more money,” a shadow of a grin on his face as he continued, “I know you’d do anything for money- Sugar.”

His eyes looked down at her as he spoke, the name resting around her neck on a sparkling silver chain slipping past his lips. She tilted her head, her fingers lingering on the buckle as her lips curved into a faint smirk of her own. 

“And what happens if your timing’s off?”

“My timing’s never off.” 

He said, his voice low, almost a growl as he took a step closer, leaning slightly so she was almost eye-to-eye with him. Yn’s lips twitched upwards as her fingers drifted from the buckle to the belt loop just beside it. With deliberate slowness, she hooked her finger into it and tugged him closer, her gaze never leaving his. The move caught him off guard for only a second, but it was enough for her to notice the way his jaw tensed. Rafe shifted his weight slightly, and for the first time, his composure wavered. He licked his lips, a quick flick of his tongue that gave away more than he probably intended. She tilted her head, her lashes fluttering as she blinked up at him, her finger still hooked in his belt loop. 

“What if I say no?” 

She asked, her voice was delicate, but Rafe’s eyes darkened, and for a moment he just stared at her, fighting against the urge to shove her back against the vanity. He ducked his head down slightly, closing the distance between them until their faces were mere inches apart as he shook his head at her and responded,

“You won’t” 

He murmured, his voice smooth and confident. Yn’s breath hitched, her hand tightening ever so slightly on his belt loop. She couldn’t look away from his eyes, the intensity in them pinning her in place. Rafe’s voice dropped even lower, almost a whisper now, as if the words were meant for her ears alone.

“You like the adrenaline.”

Her pulse quickened, and she hated that he could probably tell. Still, she didn’t let him see her falter. Instead, her lips curved into a small, defiant smile as she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Maybe I do” 

The tension between them crackled like a live wire, but the sound of the distant crowd and loud blaring music- snapped them both back to reality. Rafe straightened slowly, eyes fluttering down from her eyes to her tits, the supple curve of her skin looking back up at him. 

“They’re out there waiting. Don’t make me carry this show on my own.”

She let out a quiet breath as he made his way out of the dressing room. At the door frame, he paused, glancing back at her one last time, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze, before disappearing down the corridor; and although he was gone her heart was still racing.

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The club was alive, pulsing with energy that seemed to seep into every corner of the massive space. The ‘Globe of Death’ stood proudly in the center, illuminated by beams of crimson and hot pink lights that swept across its surface. Surrounding it were glittering poles and platforms, alluring dancers twirling and spinning with practiced ease, their skin catching the light, sequined panties and bras shimmering in the caught light as the bass-heavy music vibrated through the air. The smoky artificial haze, added to the dreamlike quality of the club. Voices rose and fell, mingling with the pounding beat that seemed to sync with the pulse of the crowd. The multi-level layout gave every guest a perfect view of their choice, each floor something else, but all eyes were beginning to drift toward the center of the club, where the main event was about to begin.

Rafe was already inside the metal walls, perched on his well recognised motorcycle. He revved the engine, the low growl slicing through the music and catching the attention of those closest. He shifted slightly, his gaze scanning the room, searching for one person in particular.

Yn moved effortlessly through the crowd, her presence magnetic as she worked her way closer to the sphere. She was in her element, the teasing smiles, coy touches, and soft laughter flowing from her as naturally as the smoky haze that filled the air. A hand brushed her bare arm, and she turned, letting out a low, playful giggle as a man slipped a fifty dollar bill into the waistband of her panties. Her fingers grazed his wrist, lingering just long enough to keep him hooked, before she moved on, her hips swaying to the rhythm of the music as she made her way toward the edge of the crowd. She caught sight of the managers clustered near the DJ booth, signaling that everything was almost ready.

From his perch inside the globe, Rafe watched her. His hands tightened on the handlebars as his gaze tracked her every move, the way she charmed the crowd, her easy confidence making her the undeniable center of attention- even outside the spotlight.

His jaw clenched slightly as another man leaned in close, his hand brushing Yn’s skin as he tucked a bill under the strap of her bra. Yn responded with a smile, whispering something to the man, tipping her head back just enough to show off the delicate curve of her throat, the perfect image of playful seduction.

Rafe’s engine roared louder, the sound cutting through the club like a warning shot. A few heads turned toward the globe, and even Yn’s smile faltered for half a second as her gaze flicked toward him. Their eyes locked from across the room, and she tilted her head slightly, a small, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. He was always prone to act out wherever she got too friendly with the customers.

The crowd was starting to gather closer, the lights above brightened, casting Rafe in sharp relief as he revved the bike once more, the sound vibrating through the floor beneath their feet. Yn moved closer, finally reaching the edge of the globe, her eyes still on him. She rested a hand on the steel cage, her lips parting slightly as she looked at Rafe. 

The lights shifted, the rhythm of the music dipped, creating a hush that spread through the room, and then the manager’s voice boomed through the speakers, smooth and commanding. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, drawing out the words as the anticipation grew thicker, 

“Tonight’s main event is one you don’t want to miss. So, put your hands together and make some noise for our best girl… our one and only- …Sugar!”

Rafe revved his engine, the growl of the bike perfectly timed to the announcement, and the room erupted into cheers and applause, whistles piercing the air as the bass dropped back into the music, pounding in time with the audience’s energy. Yn’s smile was dazzling, her confidence radiating as she stepped forward.

Rafe extended a hand toward her from inside the cage, his leather-clad arm steady as his dark eyes met hers. She placed her hand in his, her fingers delicate against his rough, calloused palm, and she climbed over the edge, stepping gracefully into the globe.

Inside the cage, the two of them stood just feet apart, the tension between them palpable, even with the steel separating them from the audience. Rafe’s hand lingered on hers for just a second longer than necessary before he let go, giving her a nod as if to say, you ready?

Yn returned the look with a sly smile, her lashes fluttering as she took her place in the center of the globe. The spotlight shifted again, casting her in a halo of light as the heavy doors of the cage clanged shut with a resounding finality, locking Yn and Rafe inside. Above them, the metal ceiling whirred, and a hot pink hoop began to descend slowly, its polished surface catching the light and glinting. It hovered just above Yn, swaying slightly as if beckoning her to take her place.

She glanced at Rafe, her heart pounding, though her expression remained unreadable. His helmet was on, the reflective visor obscuring his eyes. She couldn’t tell if he was watching her, but she felt his focus nonetheless, a magnetic pull that seemed to reach her even across the enclosed space. Yn hesitated, her gaze flickering between the hoop and the man across from her. Start on the floor, his earlier words echoed in her mind, daring her, taunting her.

Her lips twitched into a faint smile.

She turned her head toward the operator controlling the hoop, her movements smooth and confident. She raised her hand, giving a small, deliberate signal. The operator nodded, and the hoop rose just a bit higher, clearing the space around her but staying within reach. 

When she turned back, Rafes head was already faced in her direction, the bike idling beneath him as he leaned forward slightly, his gloved hands steady on the handlebars. Even with his helmet hiding his face, she could feel the unspoken approval vibrating in the air between them. Yn’s smile deepened as she stepped into the center of the globe, her head tilting ever so slightly in Rafe’s direction.

The first notes of the song blasted through the speakers, the heavy bassline reverberating in the air and signaling the start of their routine. Yn’s body reacted immediately, the familiar rush of adrenaline sparking to life and coursing through her veins. Her hips began to sway in perfect rhythm with the beat, each movement fluid and hypnotic. Her hands slid down her sides, over the curve of her hips, and back up to her waist, brushing up against her tits, pushing them up slightly; every motion deliberate. 

Behind her, Rafe’s bike roared to life, the sound cutting through the music like a blade. He shifted into gear, the bike lurching forward before gliding smoothly into motion. The crowd watched intently as he began circling her, the steel walls of the cage echoing with the sound of his tires and engine. Yn stayed in the center, unshaken by the vibration of the bike under her feet as Rafe rode closer, the rush of air brushing against her skin with each pass.

And then, without warning, she felt it.

A gloved hand slid against her waist, the touch firm yet fleeting as Rafe’s bike roared past her. Her breath hitched, and for a moment, her movements faltered- just for a heartbeat- before she caught herself and fell back into the rhythm of the music, hands raising above her head, giving him more access to her skin. He came around again, and this time his hand brushed against the curve of her stomach, it was subtle, yet it sent a shiver racing down her spine.

He’d never done this before, never reached out mid-performance. 

Yn felt it- felt the deliberate nature of it, the way it made the air between them crackle with a charge that wasn’t part of the show.

As Rafe continued his path, his hand skimmed her again and again, following the circular motion of his bike as if he were tracing invisible lines around her body. Yn didn’t dare look at him, but she could feel the weight of his focus, the intensity of his presence wrapping around her like the walls of the globe.

Yn extended her arms up, fingers brushing the polished surface before gripping it firmly. Her muscles tensed as she lifted herself, her body moving with practiced grace as she adjusted her position. The crowd cheered as the hoop began to rise, lifting her higher into the globe’s confines.

For a moment, she hung motionless, her body suspended, on display like a jewel in the center of the cage. One hand released the hoop, leaving her to dangle precariously as the audience gasped. Then, with fluid precision, she transitioned into a two-handed grip, her body curling and stretching as she performed a series of intricate, mesmerizing movements. The music pulsed, growing louder as the beat synced with the rhythm of the performance. As Yn spun herself around the hoop, her body arched in perfect symmetry, she felt the sudden, firm touch of Rafe’s hand on her calf. With his guidance, she spun in sync with his path, her body following the momentum he created. Her legs extended gracefully as he moved her, the interplay of the bike’s roar and her ethereal movements creating a performance that had the crowd watching at the edge of their seats.

The routine builds to its climax, Rafe’s bike roaring beneath him as he veers sharply, taking the cage’s vertical walls with an almost reckless abandon. The crowd holds their breath as he pushes his bike into a full arc, his wheels now nearly inverted. Yn, suspended in the air, watches as Rafe defies gravity. Her heart races, the adrenaline coursing through her, matching the beat of the music as she curves her body. The two of them are in perfect sync, finishing the routine with a breathtaking drop as Yn lands lightly on her feet, breathless but exhilarated.

The crowd explodes into applause, the cheers echoing as the music fades out. 

Rafe’s helmeted face glimmers in the light, and Yn’s chest rises and falls with the rush of the performance. The doors to the Globe of Death creaked open slowly, revealing the dim lights of the club beyond, their flickering glow casting long shadows on the floor. The roar of the bike’s engine faded, leaving only the sound of heavy breaths and the buzzing crowd.

Rafe, still behind Yn, moved with purpose as he pulled his helmet off, his hand brushing his buzzed hair. He watched as her chest rose and fell with each breath, her body decorated with a slight sheen of sweat from the performance, which made him want to lean forward and lick it off her skin. She was still catching her breath, her body pulsing with the aftermath of the rush.

Without warning, Rafe’s hand landed lightly on the back of her upper thigh, his fingers lingered for a moment, and though his voice was hushed, it carried a weight that only she could hear. 

“Atta girl” 

He murmured softly to her. Yn looked back at him, meeting his gaze. His eyes were locked onto hers with an intensity that was felt even beneath the helmet. The chemistry between them flared, the feeling of his hand against her skin, warm and steady, sent a thrill through her, deepening the connection they shared.

Rafe’s gaze flickered down to Yn’s lips for a brief moment, the suggestion behind the look undeniable. Yn felt the shift in the air, the unspoken desire hanging between them, and she couldn’t help but notice. But just as quickly as the thought entered her mind, she looked away, the reality of their setting grounding her back to the present. 

They were still at work, after all…

She made her way out of the cage, her heels clicking against the metal floor, her body still pulsing with the adrenaline of the performance. Rafe followed close behind, his steps steady but purposeful, his eyes drifting down to the way her ass looked in her pretty pink panties.

Yn didn’t walk through the crowd this time. Instead, she moved up onto the small dancing platform situated in front of the globe, a familiar spot for her after a performance. The stage was raised just enough to give the crowd a better view, and as she stepped up, the patrons eagerly threw bills at her, their hands reaching out to add to the chaos.

The money rained down, some landing on her body, others falling to the floor of the stage, but it didn’t matter. The customers loved it- their eagerness evident.

From by the cage, Rafe stood, watching as the money cascaded around her. His gaze didn’t leave her for a moment, the scene unfolding like a dance with Yn at the center. His eyes followed each piece of cash as it landed, but they always returned to her, lingering in a way that felt almost possessive.

Yn slowly circled around the pole, hips grinding against it as her fingers glided along the smooth cold metal, moving with practiced grace. Her eyes flickered to Rafe, and she glanced over her shoulder, the teasing glint in her gaze matching the sensuality of her movements. She gently bit her lower lip, a playful challenge in the way she held his gaze.

Rafe’s reaction was instant. His jaw clenched tightly, his eyes darkening as he followed her every move. His stare didn’t waver, but there was a moment of almost painful restraint in him as he watched her. The tension between them hung thick in the air, both of them aware of the silent exchange.

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After the performance, Yn made her way back to her dressing room. The sound of the music faded as she closed the door behind her, the silence settling slightly, her body still humming with adrenaline, the heat of the performance lingering on her skin. She quickly made her way to the vanity, taking in a deep breath as she sat down. The reflection in the mirror was a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction- her makeup slightly smudged from the sweat, but the glow in her eyes remained.

Before she did anything else, she reached down and pulled the money from the waistband of her panties and the straps of her bra, gathering the bills into the  small basket she kept for such moments. As she wiped the sweat off the back of her neck and touched up her makeup, her thoughts kept drifting back to Rafe- the way his eyes had followed her…

Yn was changing her heels, the soft rustle of fabric and the click of the shoes as she slipped them off and reached for another pair. Then the door opened, and she didn’t immediately look up, assuming it was one of the other dancers but when the door clicked shut softly, she turned her head, confused by the silence that followed. 

There, standing in the doorway, was Rafe. 

He’d closed the door behind him and was now leaning against the frame, his presence almost overwhelming. His eyes locked onto hers, dark and unreadable, as if he’d been waiting for her to notice him. Yn pressed her lips together, fighting the smile threatening to break through. There was something about the way Rafe stood there, calm and composed, that made her want to tease him. 

Barefoot, she held her shoes loosely in one hand, her perfectly manicured toes pressing against the cool cement floor. She slowly straightened up, her movements deliberate as she let her gaze move up to meet his. With a slight tilt of her head, she locked eyes with him, Yn couldn’t resist teasing him. With a small, knowing smile, she turned and gracefully made her way to her fluffy stool, sitting down slowly. Her eyes never left his as she leaned back slightly, resting her arms against the vanity behind her. The soft, cushiony fabric of the stool seemed to accentuate the way her posture shifted, back arching, pushing her chest forward- relaxed but with an undeniable air of confidence.

Rafe watched her every move, the space between them growing thicker with the weight of the tension. He took a few steps toward her, his gaze locked on hers, when he finally reached her, he looked down, his expression unreadable for a moment. Yn met his eyes, her sight flickering to his lips before returning to his eyes. She didn’t move, watching him closely as his hand reached out, coming to rest under her chin. He gently lifted her head, encouraging her to tilt her head upward just slightly. 

The touch of his hand was like a spark, making her pulse quicken.

His thumb brushed over her lower lip, slow and deliberate as he tugged it down slightly. Yn held her breath, her lips parting ever so slightly as his thumb traced the delicate curve. The tension now suffocating as Rafe licked his own lips, his eyes darkening just a fraction as he held her gaze, every movement charged with anticipation. Rafe’s thumb lingered on her lower lip, for a heartbeat, neither of them moved, both caught in the weight of the charged silence. Yn’s breath hitches slightly, as Rafe’s lips part, and his voice comes out low, like a challenge. 

“You know you want this” 

He murmured, just barely audible, his breath warm against her skin. He leaned in as if to say something more, but at the last second, he held back, his eyes waiting, letting her decide.

Yn’s pulse quickens, she could pull away, play coy, act like nothing’s going on. Or, she could lean into this- let the magnetic pull between them take over. She smirks slightly, a playful challenge in her eyes.

Slowly, she reaches up, her fingers brushing against his hand that’s still resting at her chin. She lets her fingers trace lightly over his knuckles, teasing, deliberately slow, savoring the moment. Then, as if unable to stop herself, she brushes her lips against his thumb again- just barely, enough to make him feel it.

He’s on the edge, and she knows it. 

Yet she doesn’t pull away; instead, she leans in just a little closer, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her lips. Without warning, she catches his thumb between her teeth, biting down gently, tongue flicking over the tip of his skin.

Rafe freezes for a moment, his entire body tense, the spark of frustration and desire mixing in his chest, the playful bite- the teasing gesture-  riles him up more than he cares to admit. His grip tightens on her chin, eyes darkening with a mixture of amusement and hunger.

Yn stays seated, inches away from him, and she can feel the heat radiating off Rafe as he hovers in front of her. Slowly, she runs her hand up from his abs, feeling the muscles tighten under her touch, before slipping her fingers under the collar of his black t-shirt. 

She hooks her finger into it and pulls him closer, her eyes never leaving his.

Rafe is practically leaning over her now, his other hand coming to rest on the vanity behind her, bracing himself as he leans down. The space between them is practically nonexistent- his face only inches from hers. She watches the way his pupils dilate, the tension in his jaw. Yn lets the silence hang in the air for a moment, the only sound between them their labored breathing. Then, in a voice that’s barely above a whisper but still charged with challenge, she speaks.

“It’s all yours if you want me… ”

The invitation hangs in the air and she watches him closely, her lips parted, waiting for him to make the move.

Rafe can’t take it anymore. His breath catches as he leans down, closing the space between them. His lips crash into hers, hungry and fierce, pulling her into a kiss that’s been building for far too long. She leans back against the table of the vanity, giving into the kiss, letting him take the lead, both of them finally surrendering to the moment they’ve both been fighting to resist.

As Rafe pulls her in, Yn’s hand slides up from his chest, her fingers trailing along the rough fabric of his t-shirt before curling around the back of his neck, feeling the heat of his skin beneath her touch. She pulls him closer, her fingers brushing over the back of his hair, her thumb gently grazing the side of his neck as their lips meet in a wet, desperate kiss.

Her other hand, now free, moves to his cheek, her fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw, feeling the tension there as he deepens the kiss. His breath mingles with hers, and she can taste the urgency in his movements, both of them finally giving in to the magnetic pull. 

Rafe’s hand moves from the vanity to her chin, his thumb brushing over her lower lip before sliding down her neck. He lets his fingers drift along the curve of her jaw, palm sliding over her collarbone, before finally resting at her waist. His grip tightens slightly, pulling her closer as he leans in, his body pressing against hers in a way that makes her heart race even faster.

The space between them shrinks with each passing second, and before long, she’s tilted her head back slightly, her body melting into the kiss. Her legs instinctively move, wrapping around his waist, drawing him in closer as their bodies press together with a newfound urgency. Her fingers still hold his neck, feeling the weight of him on top of her, his hands sliding to her hip now, slyly moving down to her ass as he grabs it roughly. His lips are everywhere, trailing down her neck, before coming back to her mouth, making her feel dizzy.

As the kiss breaks for just a moment, Yn’s hands move urgently to Rafe’s jacket, pushing it off his shoulders; she can feel the tension in his body, the tautness of his sleeves pulling against his defined arms as he shrugs it off. Her hands move instinctively, running over his arms, feeling the strength beneath her fingertips. Her grip tightens on his biceps, pulling him closer, she can feel his muscles flex under her touch, and it’s too much to resist. She shifts slightly, her legs still wrapped around him, as she breathes heavily, eye-lids heavy, her pupils blown wide with desire. 

She pulls back from his kiss, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and looks up at him through a haze of longing. Her fingers trail down his arms slowly, inching their way to the hem of his t-shirt. She hooks her fingers underneath it, running them along the ridges of his abs, her breath catching in her throat as she feels the heat of his body beneath her touch. She locks eyes with him, her voice a husky whisper as she says, 

“Take it off.” 

The words hang in the air, charged with anticipation, as she waits for him to respond. Rafe’s breath hitches at her words, and with a quiet, almost possessive growl, he pulls back from her slightly. The fabric clings briefly to his skin, and as he quickly pulls it over his head, his toned, muscular frame is revealed.

“This what you want Sugar?”

His chest is broad and defined, the muscles sculpted beneath smooth skin, with deep lines of tension running down to his abs. Every inch of him is hardened with muscle, from his solid biceps to the sculpted lines of his abdomen. The soft light from the vanity reflects off his skin, highlighting the curve of his shoulders and the strong, defined V of his waist. 

Before Y/n can stop herself, her fingers are reaching out, brushing against the hard planes of his chest. The touch is tentative at first, like a spark igniting, and her fingers trace the lines of muscle along his shoulder, moving down slowly, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. 

Rafe’s pulse quickens, and he watches her with hooded eyes, noticing the way her fingers linger on his skin, exploring. Yn shifts, sitting up slowly, her body moving with a deliberate grace. She positions herself closer to him, her eyes locked with his, dark with desire, and her breath hitches as she moves forward, now inches away from his bare torso.

With a teasing glint in her eyes, she leans in, her lips brushing lightly against his abs. The touch is slow and deliberate, a soft kiss against skin, sending a ripple of heat through both of them. Her lips linger just long enough for him to feel the warmth, before she pulls back, her gaze still fixed on him, waiting for his reaction.

The simple gesture sends a shockwave of desire through Rafe. He watched her, his breath shallow, heart racing, his jeans were so tight against his cock it was becoming painful. Yn shifts forward again, a bit closer this time, her lips curving into a teasing smile. She doesn’t rush, taking her time as her gaze flickers between his eyes and the hard planes of his torso. Her fingers graze over his skin, and without breaking their eye contact, she presses another kiss, this time a little lower, just below his navel.

She pulls back slightly, letting the tension build before she leans in again, planting a few soft, lingering kisses along his abs, her lips moving slowly, reverently. Each kiss is deliberate, as though she’s savoring the moment, every inch of his body. Her breath is warm against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. Her hands rest lightly on his sides, her fingers curling into his muscles as she continues, her lips brushing against his skin with a soft, teasing rhythm.

Rafe, unable to control himself any longer, reaches out his hand, threading through her hair and gently gripping the back of her head, pulling her closer to him. The sensation of her lips against his skin, is making him lose his mind. He groans softly as his fingers tighten in her hair, urging her to keep going, his body leaning in toward her with a need he can no longer ignore.

As Yn continues pressing soft kisses against Rafe’s abs, her hands move slowly, trailing from his sides to the front of his pants. Her fingers brush over the edges of his waistband before they find the chunky belt buckle, the metal cool under her fingertips. She runs her fingers along the indents and details of the design, feeling the strength and texture of it. She leans back slightly, her eyes now locked onto the buckle as her hands toy with it, slowly flicking it with a teasing, deliberate touch. The tension in the room thickens as Rafe watches her with a deep intensity, his hand still holding her head close, his grip tightening as she continues to play with him.

With a slow, steady movement, Yn pulls at the buckle, glancing up at him through her fluttering lashes, her gaze daring to push him over the edge. The heat between them simmers just beneath the surface, every touch, every movement. Yn’s fingers brush over the buckle again, this time more deliberately. She feels the cool metal beneath her touch as she works it loose, unfastening it with a slow, steady motion. 

The sound of the buckle clicking open echoes in the silence of the room, and for a brief moment, there’s a pause - the anticipation hangs heavy in the air.

Rafe’s body goes rigid for a split second as he watches her. His hand tightens in her hair, a silent warning, but the way his gaze darkens only heightens the heat between them. He leans in closer, but he doesn’t move, not yet. His eyes flicker between her hands and her face, his jaw tight with restraint.

Yn slowly slides her hand away from the belt, meeting his gaze with a challenge of her own. She smirks slightly, her lips brushing over the edge of the buckle as she pulls her hand back. The act of unbuckling it and then teasing him, is enough to make Rafe’s resolve crack, his hand moving from her head to cup her face, roughly pulling her chin up to look at him grunting out, 

“Get on your knees.”

As Rafe holds her face with his hand, Yn shifts slightly, siding off the stool and moving onto her knees, the cold floor cooling her burning skin. She’s eye-level with the bulge in his jeans, and the sight makes her squeeze her thighs together in an urge to relieve the ache between them. She looks up at him, her eyes half-lidded, watching the flicker of restraint in his expression faltering. Rafe’s hand stays on her face, his thumb brushing along her jawline as he continues,

“Take them off.” 

She reaches for his belt buckle again, teasing him with her fingertips, but this time, her motions are more deliberate as she moves further, unbuckling it fully. Her fingers pop open the button and draw down the zip, fingers curling into the waistband of his jeans and pulling them down, leaving him in his black brief, the material tight over the outline of his hard cock. Rafe’s breath hitches at the movement, but he doesn’t pull her closer. Instead, his hand tightens on her chin, lifting her gaze back up to him. The way she’s kneeling, her body drawn closer to his, causes his voice to drop lower, now edged with more command than it was before.

“You gonna behave for me Sugar?”

Y/n bit her lip as she tilted her head up to look up at him, hand coming up to press his hard on over the material of his briefs, Rafe let out a low moan at her movements, sucking in a breath through his teeth. Losing patience he roughly grabbed Y/n’s chin as he leaned down towards her,

“You want my cock baby?”

She hummed back in response nodding her head, bottom lip still caught between her teeth, he pulled her head up closer to him, tone harsher,

“Use your words”

“Yes”

“What?”

“Yes please”

Y/n could feel the arousal dampening the material of her panties. She was sure if he told her to take them off, he’d see the way the wetness made them stick to her pussy. Rafe let out a hum of satisfaction as he tugged down at her bottom lip again, thumb slipping between her teeth pressing her tongue down, prompting her to open her mouth. The girl complied, mouth slackening instinctively for him. He leaned down closer, eyes locked onto hers, as he spit into her mouth, the girl letting out a whimper as his spit hit her tongue. 

“Yes please what”

“Yes please Rafe” 

“Good girl” 

He grunted, standing straighter as his grip on her chin dropped, letting her move towards him. Her hands slid up from where they rested on his upper thighs, slipping between his skin and the elastic of his briefs, pulling the material down and letting his hard cock free against his lower stomach. She shuffled closer to him, knees sore from the hard floor, but she didn’t care, she was too turned on to pay attention to things that weren’t his cock in her mouth. 

His hand brushed some of her hair out of her face as her hand wrapped around his length, moving up and down slowly; causing Rafe to let out a breath. She leant forward, licking a stripe up from the base to the top of his cock, tongue swirling around his sensitive tip, evoking a low groan from him. She spat on his length, hand working the slick up and down, the wet sounds, along with their heavy breathing filled the room. She tapped the tip against her lips, Rafe’s hooded eyes watching her every move as she rested him against her tongue, lips wrapping around his cock, hollowing her cheeks as she moved down his length. He jerked his hips forward at the feeling moaning out huskily, 

“-Fuck” 

She hungrily worked at him, gags passing her lips as he rutted into her occasionally, struggling to hold back as he let out deep moans, her warm, wet mouth ever so inviting. Beads of precum leaked from his slit, and Y/n lapped them up eagerly, eyes fluttering shut as she savoured the warm, salty taste.

“Such a fucking slut… shit-”

He bit back a moan as he suddenly gripped her hair, pulling her back and muttered harshly, 

“Get up” 

She rose on shaky legs, standing in front of Rafe as his hands slid down to her thighs, unexpectedly lifting her up effortlessly, causing her to steady herself on his shoulders. He moved towards the leather sofa in the corner of the room, placing her down onto it, the material of the blanket below her soft on her skin. 

“Rafe-” 

She whimpered out her thighs squeezing together, she was so aroused now her panties were completely soaked, the material sticking to her needy pussy. His hands pressed against her skin, sliding up from her calves to her knees, where he spread her legs open for him, her back arching up slightly as the feeling of the cool air between her thighs. He tutted as he guided his hands further up her body, fingers snapping the waistband of her panties against her hip, causing her breath to hitch,

“Please” 

He slowly pulled them down her legs, a string of her slick connecting her pussy to the material, causing him to groan out, 

“Fuck- look at her baby, so needy for me hmm?”

Rafe bunched the panties in his hand, shoving them onto the couch as he leaned down to her, littering wet sloppy kisses over her neck, the girls hand coming out to grip at his bicep as she lifted her hips up to meet his, letting out a soft moan at the friction. He pulled back from her, immediately pushing her hips down, hand firmly over her stomach, 

“Good girls wait Y/n”

She shook her head as she whined out, hands grabbing at his shoulders trying to pull him closer, but his firm frame stayed motionless. 

“Don’t tease…”

He shook his head, a smirk slipping onto his face as he looked at the desperate girl, her usual confidence now gone. This time however, his hand fluttered over her inner thigh, causing her to bite harshly at her lower lip. 

“How bad do you want me?” 

He mocked as his hand slid up further, brushing faintly over her aroused pussy causing her to mewl out,

“So- so bad.”

“Yeah?” He asked, satisfied glint in his eye as he watched the girl trembling beneath him, “Beg me then.” 

Her eyes looked to him, staying silent  

“No?” 

He questioned, she could feel his body heat against hers and it was driving her insane. The hand which she rested against the couch, now clenched the blanket she layed on tightly in her grip. 

“So I guess I won’t touch your pussy then-”

He started pulling his hand away, sitting up slightly, causing her to snap,

“No!- no please… please touch me Rafe I’m so wet for you please… - need you so bad baby, need your cock so bad.”

At this point she didn’t care about the humiliation of the brainless rambles passing her lips, she was so horny that all she wanted was a release from the agonising ache between her thighs. He couldn’t stop the satisfied grin from creeping into his face as he pressed his mouth against hers and running his tongue over her bottom lip. Y/n’s breathing picked up at the action but hitched as she felt his thumb press steady circles against her clit, causing her to moan loudly into his mouth in relief, back arching at the newfound sense of pleasure. 

“So sensitive” 

He mumbled against her lips, the words barely audible, a low husky whisper that sent shivers down her spine. He pulled away, his breath mingling with hers, their closeness still electrifying, and Y/n panted heavily, struggling to keep her composure. With a high pitched moan, she felt her nails dig into his bicep instinctively,

“More”

“Ask nicely” 

“More please Rafe” 

“Whatever you want Sugar” 

Y/n’s mouth dropped open into a silent ‘o’ as Rafe teased her weeping hole, before slipping his finger in effortlessly due to the wetness now dripping into the blanket below her. 

“Fuckkkk- so ready for me hmm?” 

She threw her head back with a desperate gasp as he pumped two fingers into her, curling them slightly, the girl's hips rising to match Rafe’s movements. Her mind was becoming fuzzy and all she could focus on was the slowly building knot in her stomach. Rafe could feel her clenching around his fingers as he leant down, breath brushing against her ear,

“Feel good sugar? You like it when your coworker makes your pussy feel good in the back of the club”

Her loud moan cut him off,

“Fuck! Rafe please- I’m gonna cum”

He pulled back all together, causing her brows to furrow as her eyes flickered open from where they’d shut second ago. She was met with the image of Rafe with his fingers by his lips, tongue coming out to lick over the arousal covering his slender digits, causing her to swallow hard, she felt like she was going dumb from how badly she needed him. 

“Rafe”

“I know, I know, gonna make this pussy feel so good” 

He spoke out heatedly as he pushed himself forward between her thighs, lining his cock up with her hole. Rafe eyes flickered up to Y/n, from where they were gazing at his heavy dick resting against her throbbing pussy: and she was already looking directly at him, eyes glossy with desire. His hand rested on her thigh, thumb rubbing small circles against her skin as he pushed his tip into her, causing her to let out a breathless moan. He teased her pulling out slightly, causing her to babble out, 

“No please- I can’t-“

He shushed her as he languidly slid his hips forward, filling her up with his length. She moaned out, walls fluttering against him as her arms came up, wrapping around his shoulders, nails digging into his back, frantically pulling him closer to her, causing him to let out a grunt. 

“You like that?” 

He groaned out voice deep as he thrusted his hips against her at a fast pace, the sound of their skin slapping and Y/n’s high pitched wines and breathless moans echoing in the dressing room.

“Yes yes yes-” 

The words mindlessly passed her lips as she dragged her nails down his back, drowning in the hypnotising pleasure of him rutting against her. Rafe shifted slightly, hand pressed against the sofa supporting himself as the other moved down to the girl's collar bones, grazing over them before his fingers slipped around her neck, squeezing slightly. Y/n’s back arched up in response, eyes rolling to the back of her head. 

“Such a dirty fucking slut” 

He spat out at her as he relentlessly snapped his hips against her. Her hand shakily reached up, gripping into Rafes wrist, as she looked up to him, mouth falling open in pleasure again. 

“Fucking say it”

He grunted as his grip around her neck tightened slightly, causing her walls to tighten against his cock, she could feel her high building and she choked out to him, 

“I’m a fucking slut”

“Yeah you are” 

He groaned as his hips stuttered slightly, his jaw clenching. Rafe let go of Y/n’s throat, hand moving down between their hot and sweaty bodies to rub at her sensitive clit, the girl jolting at the feeling causing her walls to clamp around him again, she was moaning relentlessly now, loud gasps of his names passing her lips as she chanted them like a prayer. 

“Fuck” 

He let out a long low whine as he continued to rock his hips into her, his pace faltering as he felt the heat in his stomach rising. 

“Rafe- Rafe- I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum-” 

She cried out, hands clawing at his skin, digging into his bicep, sliding down his chest, dragging down his back. He knew he was going to have red angrily lines littered over his skin tomorrow but he didn’t seem to care, the knowledge that everyone would know it was her who had marked him up only aroused him more. 

“Give it to me Sugar, fucking soak my cock in your pretty juices”

His words caused her to topple over the edge, her body melting into Rafe’s as she threw her head back, mouth open in a silent moan as waves of pleasure caused her vision to blur slightly. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d been fucked so good, her limbs felt like jelly. Rafes grunts turned into pants as he moaned into the crook of her neck, 

“Fuck baby” 

His hips stilled, his cock pulsing inside Y/n’s pussy, hot seed leaking into her tight walls. She whined out at the feeling, legs still firmly wrapped around him, keeping him in place as they worked through their highs. 

The room was now filled with nothing but their heavy breaths, Rafe pulled back slightly, slipping his dick from her warm walls, his eyes flickering down to her pussy as he watched some of his cum dribble out of her hole onto the blanket below, causing him to let out a small hum. His hand reached up, resting on the girl's thigh as his thumb circled her skin again, however this time it was not teasing. 

“You okay?” 

She nodded her head to him as her hand came up, to run over his chest, fingers trailing down his skin to his bicep, where angry red lines had already started to appear. She couldn’t deny that the image of him marked up by her nails was bringing her a sense of satisfaction. However she brushed that aside as she spoke out,

“I hope nobody heard us” 

He looked down as her an amused smirk on his face as he responded, 

“I don’t know if they heard me… but they definitely heard you.”

[jinusajas]

06/26/25; 10:45am

jinu saja x fem.reader

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

{ baby, i’d give up anything to travel inside your mind | baby, i fall in love again come every summertime | my daddy taught me to choose 'em wisely, but you don't have to try | ‘cause, baby, i fall in love every summertime }

thinking about spending a hot summer morning lazing around in bed with jinu. the air conditioning would be on at full blast as your limbs remained tangled with jinu’s as evident from your escapades the night before.

his hands would gently trail down the length of your body, pressing your bare back closer to his naked chest while peppering butterfly kisses across your skin. you would lazily smile in your sleep, not quite waking up as you allowed your demon lover to explore the expanse of your body.

his touches start out innocent enough-

with him placing a lingering kiss at the back of your neck-

hands caressing at your skin, almost reverently, before moving to the front of your chest. goosebumps would erupt in the wake of his lingering touches, and your breathing would hitch when he manages to cup at your sensitive sex. the palm of his hand would explore the slight dampness of your heat before tracing at your outer lips.

upon feeling his fingertips entering your slick walls, your eyes flutter open, pressing yourself even further into his chest while allowing jinu to continue his ministrations on you. upon feeling your honeyed arousal staining at his fingertips, he would let out a pleased grunt of your name-

spreading your legs even further for him when he removes his digits from you before slotting his cock between the fat of your thighs. letting out a soft keen when he manages to stroke himself back to full hardness with the help of your center, you braced yourself against the pillows as he slowly sheathes himself within your walls.

he groaned, the sound low in his throat as your slick folds parted around the swollen head of his cock, drawing him in inch by torturous inch. your scorching heat engulfed him like a velvet vice, threatening to push him over the edge instantly. hiding his face within the back of your shoulder, he sets a brutal pace, driving into you over and over again-

using so much force that it makes the headboard of your bed bounce in tune to his movements.

the sensation of his cock constantly pushing into you, impaling you over and over again, was almost too much to bear as you cried out to him. your moans echo throughout the room as jinu lets out a low hiss in response, feeling his balls tighten with the need to shoot his seed within your depths.

with just a few more desperate thrusts, jinu pushes his cock deeper inside of you, feeling your walls fluttering around him as you milked his dick for all he was worth, spilling your juices all over his cock just as he fills you to the brim with his seed.

entirely spent by the end of it, jinu removes his softening cock out of your heat, pressing a lingering kiss against your temple before bringing your body closer to his chest. and when the pleasure still lingered even as your eyes became heavy with sleep-

you found yourself dreaming of children that had his eyes and shared your smile, giggling while running through a field of flowers.

end notes: it’s not funny how deeply in love i am with jinu

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i wrote this in 30 minutes, so it’s nothing too special, but still i wanted to thank you readers for helping me get to 3.5k+ followers 🥹 ♡ there will be more jinu (and saja boys!) stories to come !

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[st7rnioioss]

omg i'm so obsessed with your chris x inexperienced reader series 🙂‍↕️ hate to fill your askbox (i imagine you have lots to do !!) but could you please consider chris wanting inexperienced reader to sit on his face? even though she's shy and scared/embarrassed to do that, chris just wants to devour her

۶ৎ BSF!CHRIS x INEXPERIENCED!READER

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... smut, oral (f receiving), kissing

“no- no, i promise it won’t hurt me. you just gotta trust me, alright?” chris had a smirk on his lips, though his tone was somewhat soothing, along with his thumbs drawing mindless circles on your inner thighs, his larger palms running up and across the soft skin beneath his own.

you nervously stare at him, your mind running in all directions. chris had asked if you could sit on his face, and you were scared shitless he would suffocate or something along the lines of it.

chris offered you a tiny smile when you nodded and cleared your throat. “o-okay.. but seriously, if you can’t breathe or something, push me o-“

“sweetheart, relax. i won’t suffocate.. you worry too much about me,” he chuckled, reaching up to cradle your face in his hand, pulling you closer for a soft kiss.

he suddenly moves you off his lap, a soft yelp escaping his lips when doing so, before he settles to rest on his back. carefully, he wraps his hands around your thighs, lifting you closer and closer to his face.

slowly and deliberately, he places kisses up the inside of your thighs, leaving a glistening mark. his expression curls up into an almost smug smirk when he spots the wet patch on your panties, laughing to himself.

“oh, baby.. i think you like this, don’t you?” he murmurs, his voice dark and quiet when you settled close to his lips, his warm breath fanning across your inner thighs.

it was pathetic. maybe you did like this, more than you’d like to admit, hence the fact you were clenching around absolutely nothing.

“m-maybe.. a little,” your voice was slightly whiny, the words fading out at the end when chris’s hands guided you closer until your soaked core was hovering directly on top of him.

his fingers snook to your inner thighs, his digit hooked under the bridge of your already damp panties, almost admiring your glistening folds right above him.

“shit.. such a pretty pussy for such a pretty girl..” he husked, pushing the wet fabric to the side to allow the pad of his thumb to brush across your swollen clit, down your wet folds to spread apart.

“f-fuck, chris.. i don’t know- you don’t think i’m too heavy?” your skin was already buzzing, and he had hardly even started yet, one hand holding you up, while the other reached for his hair for some sort of stability.

he shook his head with a gentle smirk, looking up at you to catch your eyes. “you won’t, baby.. you worry too much,”

by now, he’d told you enough times throughout the whole day that it wouldn’t hurt either of you that you convinced yourself it wouldn’t be too bad. he had done this before, just not in this position. so why not give it a try?

with a hesitant nod, chris didn’t waste another second wrapping his arms around your thighs to actually reach your sensitive mess. suddenly, and with a yelp from your swollen lips, he thumps you down carefully, immediately attaching his lips to your bud.

your jaw goes slack, both of your hands instinctively going to entangle into his dark locks, an almost desperate moan falling from your parted lips, your cunt clenching around nothing.

“o-oh my god,” you knew that no matter what, chris could work absolutely wonders with his mouth on your body. but this? this was beyond anything he’d done, anything he’d suggested.

chris could feel you were still holding back, and he knew you were too shy to even let a fragment of your weight on top of him—but he didn’t mind.

with his tongue running over your clit, he pulled you closer to him, and you gradually allowed yourself to put some weight on him.

chris didn’t want to push you further just get, so he continued to let his muscle lap at your folds, occasionally skimming your sensitive pearl. his eyes were stuck shut for the most part, though he stole a couple of glances at your fucked out expression here and there, eliciting whimpers and groans from him that went straight through your core.

“fuck, chris- that’s.. k-keep going,” your words came out as a moan, allowing more weight to rest on top of him when tongue swirled around your nub.

he felt a sense of pride bottle up inside of him, wanting this to nothing less than make you feel like you were on cloud nine, to send you into absolute bliss—which it did.

slowly, he lowered you further down, and you were way too lost in the pleasure to even notice you were fully sitting there, besides the ache in your thighs.

chris’s own head was spinning, your taste on his tongue leading him down a path that he was sure he’d never turn around from, his fingertips digging into the plush skin of your thighs.

“mmpph- please don’t stop,” you squeaked, taking your bottom lip between your teeth to not let the pathetically loud moan that were threatening to slip, fall from your lips. your eyes batted shut, your eyelashes fluttering against your skin.

oh, he didn’t plan on stopping. chris was savoring every second of it, fucking you slowly with his tongue, testing the waters. a sheen of sweat was beaded across your lower back and forehead, a warm pool starting to spread in your lower stomach.

the new change allowed your swollen bud to brush against his nose, your legs attempting to close around his head and your lip slipping from your teeth, wailing on a moan. you could practically feel his saliva mix with your wet mess, coating his lips and chin when he traced and ghosted his tongue over your hole.

“f-fuck! chris, i’m close, please-“

your grip on his hair drove him wild, driving him to fuck you rapidly and lightly with his tongue. one of his larger hands ran up the inside of your thighs, until his thumb met your clit, flattening his tongue over your folds to taste your sweet mess.

“chris, i’m gonna cum-“ your voice was weak, only coming out as a quiet yelp, moans of his name continuing to fall freely from your parted lips.

your cunt was leaking, your hips jerking forward when the circles on your clit sped up. it felt like all your muscles were tightening, a fire running down your spine while the heat spread under your skin.

the tension snapped in your lower tummy when you were pushed over the edge, a strangled moan of his name flowing from your slacked jaw. he let out a weak groan when your release coated his tongue, his eyes pinched shut as if he never wanted to leave this position ever again.

“chris- holy fuck..” you were panting by now, your chest heaving when he continued to glide his muscle from your drooling hole, up to ghost over your bud. broken whimpers of his name fell from your mouth, trying to warn him.

"y'taste so good.. like a fuckin' drug.." chris managed to groan between your legs, his words sending vibrations up your core, his fingers leaving marks on your skin.

your thighs were close to trembling around his head, carefully tugging on his hair as a way of telling him you couldn't take anymore, which he thankfully caught onto.

with a final lap at your leaking folds and a soft kiss to your clit, he gently lifted you from his face, your body buzzing from head to toe when you settled on his hips like before, looking down at his flushed face and glistening lips.

wiping the mix of his own spit and your release off his chin, he smiled up at you, "you don't think you liked that? just a little bit?". his tone was teasing, the smile curling up into a smirk.

"stop, chris.." you shyly giggled, playfully dodging his hand away from your cheek when he reached to cradle your face, a soft, pink hue taking over the soft skin of your cheeks. to say you liked it was a complete understatement.

more bsf!chris x inexperienced!reader here!

𝜗𝜚˚࿔ notes: thank u so much anon!!:3 i hope i got her embarrassment across without making it the whole plot lol. and it's ok!! thank u all so much for the absolute love on this au, it makes me giggle so bad.

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[syluslnd]

Hi, I would like to read about how Sylus delivers oral pleasure to the reader. The reader is very shy, as it is the first time for the reader.🥀

Sylus eating out virgin reader

You found yourself sitting on the edge of the bed, nervously fidgeting with your fingers.

Sylus stood in front of you his arms folded casually, his intense gaze locked on your flustered expression. His lips curled into a small, knowing smirk, sensing your nerves.

"You're nervous, aren't you, sweetie?" he asked, his voice smooth but teasing. His eyes glimmered with amusement as he took a step closer, his presence both intimidating and comforting at once.

You nodded, your heart racing feeling a warmth spread across your cheeks. It was your first time and the thought of what was about to happen sent a jolt of anticipation through you.

Sylus knelt before you, his hands sliding gently over your thighs. His touch was firm but careful like he was in complete control of the situation, yet still very aware of your vulnerability. He tilted his head up, looking at you with a grin that made your stomach flip.

"Relax, kitten. I promise you're gonna love this."

Your breath hitched, eyes wide as you watched him lower his mouth to your skin leaving a trail of soft, deliberate kisses. Each one seemed to make your body shiver with sensitivity. "S-Sylus..." you murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

"Hm? What's that?" he teased, his lips hovering just above your inner thigh close enough to make you feel the heat of his breath. He looked up at you through hooded eyes, waiting, almost challenging you to speak. "Getting shy on me now?"

You whimpered softly, your head tilting back as the tension built in your body. He chuckled lowly at your reaction clearly enjoying how easy it was for him to turn you into a blushing mess.

"So cute when you're flustered" he murmured, placing another kiss, softer this time. "But you don't have to be embarrassed, sweetie. Just let me take care of you." His voice dropped husky and reassuring, making you tremble even more.

His teasing continued, slow and deliberate, drawing you closer to the edge of anticipation. His pet names mixed with gentle touches, pushing you to feel both exposed and completely safe in his hands.

You could barely think straight with the way his lips moved, how his tongue teased you so effortlessly.

"You trust me, don't you?" he asked, his tone softer now, though still edged with that playful charm. He glanced up again, his eyes locking with yours, waiting for your response.

You managed a shaky nod, your lips parting but no words coming out too overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your body. He smirked again, clearly satisfied by your reaction.

"Good girl" he murmured before lowering his head again, his focus now solely on you.

"Just relax and enjoy it, kitten."

And as he continued teasing you further the shyness and nervousness slowly melted away leaving you lost in the moment with him-safe in his teasing care.

Sylus kept his gaze on you as he slowly kissed up the inside of your thigh, teasing you with every deliberate touch of his lips.

His hands rested firmly on your hips, keeping you grounded while your body quivered under his soft, relentless affection.

He was in no rush. Each kiss felt like a promise a reminder that he was fully in control of the pace. His mouth lingered close to where you needed him most, but he pulled away just before you could feel his tongue, letting out a quiet hum of satisfaction at your frustrated whimper.

"Patience, kitten" he drawled, his voice a seductive rasp "I told you, I want you to feel everything. No rushing this."

Your breath hitched as his lips hovered over you again, the heat of his breath alone sending a wave of anticipation through your entire body.

Every nerve seemed alive, straining for the moment when he'd finally give you what you craved. His fingers traced lightly along your thighs, brushing the skin like a soft reminder of how sensitive you were.

He looked up at you his eyes dark and focused and he smirked at how tightly your fists had clenched the sheets. "You're so tense, sweetie" he murmured, voice teasing.

"You have to relax if you want to enjoy this."

You tried, you really did but the way his lips were brushing so close paired with the sound of his deep calm voice made your body tremble uncontrollably. The soft whimper that escaped you only made him chuckle.

"Cute” he said softly, his breath tickling against your skin. "You're adorable when you're this shy."

And then, just as you felt like you couldn't take the anticipation anymore, his lips finally pressed fully against your clit. His tongue slid out the first slow stroke sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine. You gasped sharply your hand instinctively flying to grip his hair, pulling at it lightly as you arched into his touch.

"Mmm, there it is” Sylus whispered his voice low and filled with satisfaction. He paused for a moment, letting you feel the heat of his mouth, then continued, dragging his tongue in long, sensual strokes that had you shaking beneath him.

Your breath was ragged coming out in uneven pants as you struggled to keep control. But the teasing rhythm of his tongue was making it impossible to stay composed.

Each slow, deliberate movement was meant to drive you closer to the edge but not quite tip you over.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" he murmured between strokes, his voice vibrating against you in a way that made your legs tremble. "I can tell. You're so sensitive, kitten. I love how easily I can make you fall apart."

You whimpered in response, too lost in the sensation to speak. He was methodical, skillfully working you up and he never missed a single reaction.

He could feel how your body responded to him the way your breathing hitched how you tugged at his hair when he hit the right spot and every time you made a sound, he'd glance up, his eyes locking with yours for just a moment, making you feel utterly exposed in the best way.

His fingers joined the mix, gently parting you as his tongue moved in deeper, flicking and circling in a way that had your hips bucking up against his mouth. The combination of his mouth and fingers was overwhelming, every movement of his tongue more intense than the last, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your most sensitive spot. "Getting close already, sweetie?" he teased, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I can feel it. You're so tight and trembling. Just let go for me."

You could barely form words at this point, your body completely lost in the sensations he was pulling out of you. Every stroke of his tongue, every teasing flick, sent you spiraling closer and closer to the edge. Your grip on his hair tightened, and you arched your back, desperate for more, for that final push over the edge.

Sylus, of course, noticed. He pulled back just enough to murmur, "Come on, kitten. I want to feel you fall apart for me. I want to hear those sweet little sounds you make when you can't take it anymore."

And then, without any further teasing he doubled down, his tongue moving faster, more focused, his fingers pressing in just the right way. It was like he knew exactly how to unravel you and all the teasing earlier had been leading to this exact moment.

Your body tensed, your breath catching in your throat as the tension that had been building up finally broke. A wave of pleasure crashed over you, your entire body shuddering violently as you climaxed. A soft, breathless cry escaped your lips and you gripped the sheets so tightly your knuckles turned white.

Sylus kept going, drawing out every last second of your release, his tongue moving slower now but still firm making sure you felt every wave of pleasure until you were completely spent, trembling beneath him.

Only when he felt your body begin to relax did he pull away, his mouth leaving you with one last, gentle kiss. He sat back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he looked up at you.

"See, kitten?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing as he climbed up beside you, leaning in close enough for you to feel his breath against your ear. "Told you l'd take care of you and you were such a good girl for me."

His words sent a final shiver through you and you found yourself smiling faintly still breathless and dazed as you leaned into him, feeling safe in his care, even as your body slowly came down from the overwhelming pleasure he'd just given you.

[hellmunsonfire]

The dimly lit room was filled with the sweet scent of sex and sweat. The air was thick with tension as Eddie's chest heaved against yours, his breathing ragged from exertion. You could feel his heart pounding against your skin like a drumbeat.

Eddie pulls out of you, his cock glistening with your combined juices.

He collapsed onto you, his weight crushing you into the mattress. You wrapped your legs around him, holding him close as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"Eddie," you whispered, your voice husky from passion.

"Mmm," he moaned, nuzzling deeper into the curve of your neck.

He slowly lifts himself off you and positions himself between your thighs.

Eddie's gaze locked onto yours as he leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste the tender flesh of your pussy. You felt a shiver run down your spine as he licked you hard, his tongue probing every nook and cranny.

Eddie's fingers spread your folds apart, exposing you further.

His eyes never left yours as he delved deeper, his tongue dancing across your clit with reckless abandon. You arched off the bed, moaning loudly as pleasure coursed through you like liquid fire.

The sensation was almost too much to bear. You felt yourself teetering on the edge of orgasm when Eddie pulled back, leaving you gasping for air.

"No," You protested weakly, trying to pull him back down.

Eddie just chuckled against you skin before resuming his assault on your pussy. This time, he added his fingers to the mix, pumping them in and out of you with a slow, deliberate rhythm.

You're writhing beneath him, your body trembling with pleasure.

You was lost in the sensation, unable to do anything but feel. Eddie's tongue and fingers worked together like a well-oiled machine, driving you closer and closer to the brink.

And then you were there – plummeting over the edge into an abyss of pure bliss. Your body convulsed around Eddie's fingers as he continued to lick you hard, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from you exhausted form.

Eddie slowly lifts his head off your pussy and looks up at you with a satisfied grin.

"Mine," he whispered against your skin before claiming another kiss.

[sturnsrecord]

. . . HAVING HIS HANDS ALL OVER YOU

chris always had to have his hands on you, or any part of him for that matter. you were like a magnet for his touch, drawing him in no matter where you were, or what you were doing.

it took nothing for you to get his attention, finding him stood behind you as you cooked — his hands running over your sides as his head tucked into your neck. 

“not right now chris.” you sigh, a small smile on your face as you found yourself leaning back into his touch. he groans a little, nustling his face further into your neck.

“not trying anythin’.” he defends, fingers digging into your sides to somehow pull you closer. “hmm?” you question, not believing that this was innocent. 

“just wanna… touch you.” he murmurs, hands travelling up to run over your ribcage. his breath is hot on your skin, and his hard dick pressed into your ass doesn't go unnoticed. you raise your eyebrows a little, turning your head to look back at him.

“your dick says otherwise.” you mumble, subtly shifting your hips back to bring attention to the stirring in his pants. 

he shakes his head ever so slightly, eyes shut as he relishes in the feeling. “ignore that.” he murmurs, shifting back so that it’s not pressed up against you.

he did this a lot, always clung onto you. you liked it though, finding comfort and warmth in his touch. it was endearing how desperate he was to always touch you, and he didn’t seem to care about how it made him look.

he found himself sitting beside you when you were with friends, even just to feel the heat of your body against his.

bit by bit he'd have his hands all over you again, lingering in your lap or playing with your hair. he didn’t seem to mind that you weren’t alone, allowing his head to rest on your shoulder casually.

even though they were mostly innocent, you always found yourself getting turned on — wanting more than just his sweet affection.

and he never obliged when you whispered in his ear, telling him what you wanted to do to him.

it only turned him on more, hardening his dick instantly at how eager you became from just his small touches — and he'd always end up in his bedroom with you all over him.

“d’you do it on purpose?” you whisper, kissing down his neck as his hands grip your ass — pulling you impossibly closer on his lap.

he frowns a little, hands sliding up your sides. “no…” he mumbles, looking over your body as you pull away. “just like… touching you.” he admits quietly.

your face heats up at the admission as you pull him into a deep kiss, his brows raising slightly before he reciprocates.

like always, he's all over you — flipping the both of you over so he could settle between your legs. his body melding into yours as he practically sinks you into the mattress below.

“like having you like this.” he murmurs between kisses, holding the back of your head as his other hand runs up and down your thigh.

“mmh.” you groan into the kiss, reaching down to undo your own trousers. he takes notice, letting out a shallow breath before undoing his own.

no words need to be exchanged, you both know what you want — and he's desperate for it. to have you underneath him for his hands to be all over your body, all whilst he’s buried inside you. 

you have one leg out of your underwear and trousers, exposed below him as he slowly pumps his dick — buttons undone, and boxers pushed down. 

“you’re so wet.” he murmurs, running his finger through your folds just to feel your slick. you don’t respond, simply pulling him closer with need.

he allows his body to hover over yours, his fist gripping the base to line himself up. he slips in gently, his cock filling you up with ease as your mouth hangs open.

“mghh- fuck.” he moans, closing his eyes as his body presses into you. as his hips slowly grind forwards, his hand comes to pull your top up — giving him access to your body.

he wastes no time touching you everywhere, unable to get enough of you as his lips find yours in a messy kiss. “feel so good.” he whines into your mouth, his dick hitting deep as he slowly grinds into you — allowing you to feel everything, the soft ridge as his tip slips out. and then back in.

“mhm.” you whimper, biting on your lower lip as he pulls away to bury his face in your neck — nipping at your skin as his hands roam all over your body. desperate to touch your everything, as his hands grope your tits before he runs his thumb over your hardened nipples.

“love touching you.” he murmurs, gently kissing below your ear as the words send shivers through your body. 

he watched as his dick slipped in and out of your perfect tightness, wanting nothing more than to stay like this forever. deep inside you with no limits to where he could caress your body.

always wanting to feel you in any way he could.

𐔌 ©.STURNSRECORD

requested. anon (kinda trailed off from the request, soz)

[pagesfromthevoid]

saw your bob post and decided to say my thoughts🙏

he’s definitely submissive (or at the very least, not dominant). i love the thought of him reaching out to hold readers hand when he’s getting overwhelmed, pretty whimpers leaving his mouth as they play w his dick🤤 also imagining him desperate to suck on ur tongue as he dry humps ur thigh—

okay i’ll chill out now but gahdayum he is FINE😛

These can combined I think 👀

But listen. I think for the first like, six months? Maybe the first year —he’s definitely not confident enough to be the one that makes any kind of move. I don’t want to give him a label as dominate or submissive because they just…don’t work for him. He’s a broken guy —he’s healing, he’s being helped —but it’s hard. Smut below the cut:

He would, however, crave physical touch. Especially because he’s so scared that if he touches anyone, they’ll be trapped a shame room and he doesn’t wish that on anyone.

He especially doesn’t want that to happen to you.

But you’re patient, and kind. And you don’t seem to mind that he’s always as close as he can be without actually touching you (he has no sense of personal space, which annoys everyone except you, Yelena and Alexei. The others will politely remind him to step away just a bit, and he’s totally okay with that).

Bob likes his little book nook, but he also likes your room. It’s warmly lit, and smells good, and it just feels like a welcoming place. So if he’s not in his corner, he’s usually sitting on the floor of your room, reading, while you lay in bed and scroll through your phone.

His back aches, but he doesn’t say anything. He’s fine where he’s at, and he doesn’t want to get up and leave. Or disrupt the serene quiet of your room. But he shifts, and his back cracks and he lets out a groan.

You roll over onto your stomach and look down at him, brow raised. “You good?”

He nods frantically, apologizing for being loud. But you wave it off. “You don’t have to sit on the floor, you know. You can come sit on the bed. I won’t bite unless you ask.”

He flushes at the comment, looking down for a moment. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t fantasized about you putting your lips on him —but he knew better than to act on anything. It just…it wasn’t safe.

You pat the bed, drawing his attention again, and he stands up with his book. You scoot over, closer to the wall, and smile up at him patiently. Bob swallows hard and slips into your bed, brushing against you just barely. Even that touch —barely there, barely anything —sends a shiver through him. It had been so long since he was close to someone.

Yeah, the team had hugged him when they stopped Void. But that was a safety kind of thing. And it was nice, but he was scared of dying at that point. There was a difference between safety touching and intimacy and he…he really wanted that. With you.

The comfortable silence takes over again, and after a while you both end up engrossed in your own activities. Bob is focused on his book —sort of. Every time you move or adjusted your position, you got slightly closer. Touched him a little more. And he was distracted by thoughts of how you would feel on top of him. Not even in a sexual way; just…your weight, pressed against him, safe and close.

He freezes when your head falls to his shoulder. Nothing bad happens —no shame spirals, no nightmares. But you’re asleep, phone loosely sitting in your hand, and he considers if he should wake you up. But the selfish part of him —the touch starved part —decides to let you lay against him.

Though you adjust again, and push yourself further down into your pillows. Bob doesn’t want you to move but lets you do whatever you want to be comfortable. Except your cheek presses against his thigh, your head finding itself in his lap.

He panics. You’re so close. So warm. And he doesn’t know what to do with his book because it was in his lap but now you are. So he sets it down, folding his hands over his chest because he doesn’t know what to do. You’re actually asleep —breathing soft and even —and he really doesn’t want to wake you up.

So cautiously, he rests a hand on your back. When you don’t stir, he draws circles into your T-shirt in a way he hopes is soothing. His other hand plays with a strand of your hair, trying to keep himself from panicking. He worries you can hear how hard his heart is beating, because he’s pretty sure it’s going to explode out of his chest at any moment. But you don’t wake, and you both lay there for a long time.

He loses track of time; enough so that he’s starting to doze off himself. But you adjust again, just barely, and your hand rests under your cheek on his thigh and he almost jolts up from the touch.

You’re asleep. You’re not…you’re not purposely trying to touch him like this, he knows that, but he can’t help it. You’re so close, and so warm, and nothing bad has happened since you fell asleep. His head falls back into your pillows, trying to think of anything besides how close your hand and mouth are to his cock, but even trying to think about other things leads back to that thought, and there’s nothing he can do but try to adjust away the hard on he’s sporting.

Maybe he can slip a pillow into his lap. Then you have something to lay on and something to hide in case you wake up. But when he moves to take a pillow from behind him, you stir snd yawn. And then he really panics because he knows you’re awake —hyperaware of your eyelashes brushing against his leg as you blink away sleep.

“Oh,” you yawn, though you don’t move away from him. Actually, he swears to god, you move your hand even closer. “I’m sorry —I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.”

“It’s uh, it’s totally fine,” he practically whimpers, swallowing hard. Shaking his head. “Not your fault.”

“I think this is though,” you murmur, brushing your hand just barely over the bulge in his sweats. Bob buckles, his fingers tangling into your shirt as you glance up at him. “Do you…can I help you out?”

“God, please,” he begs, nodding frantically as you slowly run your hand over his clothed cock. He’s breathing hard, and he probably sounds like an idiot. But he can’t help it. Even through his clothes, your touch is soft and enticing and he just. He wants more. But he can’t bring himself to ask. “Anything. Please, you can —anything.”

“Don’t say that,” you laugh softly, sitting up some to look up at him. Your hand dances along the edge of his waist band. “‘Anything’ is a lot of power.”

“Anything,” he insists, lower stomach contracting some as your fingers slip under and against his skin.

But your touch is gone too soon, and he whines as he opens his eyes. You haven’t gone far —actually, on the contrary. You’re sitting up on your knees and straddling his lap. Just like he’d imagined before —your weight pressed against his body was wonderful. He’s hesitant to touch you, afraid he’ll do something wrong, but you take hands and hold them against your hips.

“You’re allowed to touch me, Bob,” you promise, letting go of his hands. He cautiously squeezes your hips as you reach up to take his face in your hands. “Can I kiss you?”

“God, yes. Please,” he pleads, and without thinking about it, he’s pulling you in by your hips as you close the distance between you both.

He doesn’t care if he’s coming off as desperate or pathetic. Your mouth on his is even better than he could have imagined. Your hands in his hair could have been heaven. But when you press yourself down into his clothed cock, he whimpers. He feels your smile against his mouth, and you press down harder and grind yourself against him. He opens his mouth and pushes his hips up to meet yours, and you take full advantage of his open mouth to slide your tongue against his.

Bob wants to melt into your touch. Your hands tugging at his hair, your teeth nipping at his lips, and your body pressing against his —he’s not even sure when it happens, because he’s too focused on every little touch. But he groans, holding you tight by your hips against him as he cums in his pants.

“Oh god,” he sighs, pressing his forehead into your shoulder. He’s shaking and he doesn’t know if it’s from all of this or embarrassment. “I’m —shit, I’m sorry —I didn’t —,”

But you’re grinning at him, pressed against him still, but your hand is running through his hair. “It’s okay. That’s what I wanted.”

He pulls back, looking up at you and the teasing grin on your face.

Yeah. You could do whatever you wanted to him and he’d thank you for it, he decides in that moment.

[thewickedjazzy]

Bonus Level: “You Lookin’?” for Kinktober.

ᡣ𐭩beast! soukoku x afab! reader.

ᡣ𐭩Synopsis: as chuuya’s girlfriend, you never imagined that your boss would join you both—well, now he’s watching from a video call while chuuya proves he can please you best!

ᡣ𐭩Warnings: voyeurism, edging, orgasm control, video call sex, possessive beast! soukoku, jealous! chuuya, mention of cum, masturbation, exhibitionism..etc.

ᡣ𐭩Word count and a/n: 1.5k. this fic is for @thedamselzelda for being this week's top Kink Coin collector. <3

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your fingers tremble as you hold onto the fabric of his burgundy dress shirt for dear life. the slow drag of his cock buried deep inside you feels like a delicious torment. it’s been thirty long minutes, and each agonizing thrust pushes you closer to the edge of your release, yet he holds you firmly in place.

chuuya’s tongue circles your hard nipple, licking and sucking it as he rolls the other between his fingers. your nails dig in around his collarbone, leaving small crescent marks against his pale skin. he lifts his head, locking eyes with you, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“mghh..c’mon doll, you can handle this.”

every time you feel yourself getting close, he slows down, pulling back just enough to deny you the release you crave. “patience, baby,” he murmurs, “you know i like to take my time.”

your legs tremble beneath you, yearning to move, to ride him, but he keeps you pinned to the chair, your body forced to submit to his pace. “chuu...mmph t’much—haah..please” you beg, desperate for release, but he only smirks. and you can’t help but wonder where this side of him comes from? he’s always been so sweet, so attentive to your own orgasm.

“not yet,” he growls, slowing his pace even further, drawing it out until you’re dizzy with desire. “i want you to feel every inch of me.”

each bounce is torturous, his cock stretching you just right, feeling every throbbing vein with each agonizing thrust.

just as the moment swells, the phone's screen on his desk flickers, it's ringing pierces through the thick haze of lust. “nngh..perfect timing, boss,” he mutters, frustration flaring in his dilated azure eyes. but then a wicked smile curls on his lips as he leans closer, breath warm against your lips. “you know what? imma give him a little show. is that okay with you, doll?”

you nod eagerly. the thrill of being on display, especially with dazai watching, makes your skin tingle with anticipation. chuuya smirks, shifting your position to sprawl you over his desk, spreading your thighs wider from behind as he presses the button to start the video call with dazai.

“let’s show that bastard who you belong to, yeah?” he whispers before the call connects, and you can see dazai’s face flickering to life on the screen, a smug grin spreading across his lips as he takes in the scene before him.

“well, well, what do we have here?” he drawls as his eyes sweep over you, taking in every detail—the way your body trembles under chuuya’s hold, your legs spread wide, a blissed out expression settling on your face.

“just shut up and watch, will ya?”

chuuya’s grip tightens around you, pulling your back flush against his chest as he bounces harder into your slick folds, your body jerking upward with each thrust. his breath hitches against your neck, but all you can focus on is the way dazai’s hand moves to the zipper of his pants, sliding it down slowly. your eyes widen as he frees himself, his long, hard cock in hand, already stroking himself at a teasingly slow pace.

the sight of your boss pleasuring himself elicits a shocked gasp from you, your mind clouding with lust. you don’t even realise you’ve moaned his name until it’s too late, the sound escaping your lips in a breathless whimper. “mmngh... ‘samu.”

chuuya freezes for a second, jealousy flashing in his eyes, as he gently slaps your boobs making you hiss and tears pool in the corners of your eyes. his thrusts becoming rougher, more possessive as he growls in your ear, “don’t ya dare forget who’s fuckin’ ya right now.”

but dazai only smirks as he strokes himself faster, “looks like your girl is too distracted by my cock to scream my name forgetting who's really fucking her from behind, hmm?”

your body shudders with each powerful thrust from chuuya, but your gaze stays locked on the screen, mesmerized by the sight of dazai’s hand pumping his cock.

“mngh.. are you jealous, chuuya?” dazai’s grin widens as he watches your body arch under chuuya’s relentless pace. “or are you just mad she’s thinking of me while you’re the one fucking her?”

chuuya growls low in his throat, his thrusts becoming animalistic, hips snapping against you as he hisses, “she’ll only be screaming my name by the time i’m done with her.” his grip on you tightens, one hand moving to squeeze your breasts while the other holds you firmly in place, leaving you no room to escape.

“look at me, sweetheart.” dazai drawls, his hand moving leisurely up and down his cock, making sure you don’t miss a single detail. “imagine how good you’d feel if you were riding my cock instead,” he purrs, his eyes never leaving yours. “wouldn’t it feel so much better than being stuck on chuuya’s cock, hm?”

chuuya notices your wavering focus, his hand moves from your waist to your throat, gently pulling your head back until your lips are close to his ear. his voice drops to a raspy whisper, “hey, baby... stay with me,” he murmurs, pressing soft kisses to your neck between words. “focus on me, yeah? i’m the one inside you, making you feel this good ahh fu-hk—you love how I’m filling you up? no one else could make you feel like this.”

“yess...nghh yes chuu..please—ahh-” you gasp, breath catching as he pounds into you harder, pushing you closer to your sweet release.

“that's right...mngh fuckk!—keep moaning my name.” his muffled groans vibrate against your neck as he presses his face into the crook, each powerful thrust pulling gasps from your lips. you cling to him, wrapping your arm around his neck to draw him closer.

but as you're close to cum on chuuya’s cock too exhausted from all the edging, dazai’s voice cuts through the haze, “come on, sweetheart... look at me.” his tone is sultry, authoritative even, as if he knows just how much control he has over you in this moment. “yes just like that, good girl.. keep your eyes on me. let’s see whose name you’re gonna scream when you cum...”

the way dazai says good girl sends a shiver down to your core, making you whimper incoherent curses. his hand pumps his cock faster, teasing you, the sight, so delicious that your focus wavers again. you can feel chuuya’s frustration as his grip on you tightens, yet he keeps whispering sweet nothings into your ear, trying to pull your attention back to him.

“you belong to me, doll” chuuya drawls softly, his thrusts becoming even more intense, as if to drive dazai from your mind. “i’m the one making you feel this good—ungh... look at you clenching around me...ffuhm-k you love how i fuck you s’good, hmm?”

each agonizing thrust pushes you closer to the brink, body trembling as you fight the overwhelming pleasure building inside your belly. your mind is split between chuuya’s rough, punishing pace and the sight of dazai’s delicious cock coated with pre-cum on the screen, each stroke making your pulse race.

and just as you glance down, you catch the sight of chuuya’s cock plunging deep inside you, slick with your combined juices and his precum. the sight sends a fresh wave of pleasure that makes your pudendal nerve tingle, pushing you further toward your release. your breath hitches as you feel the tightening coil in your core finally reach its breaking point with how chuuya’s tip is knocking so perfectly against your g-spot.

“chuu... i’m—ahh!” the words escape your lips as the overwhelming sensation crashes over you, leaving you breathless. your body quakes with the intensity of your orgasm, waves of ecstasy radiating through every inch of you, the world around you fading into blissful oblivion.

chuuya completely loses it once he hears you crying out his name. he immediately follows suit, his thrusts becoming erratic as he finds his own high, filling you completely. the dual sensations of your highs intertwine, leaving you both gasping for air.

as for dazai, he watches intently through the lens, captivated by the bounce of your breasts with every thrust, your luscious pink lips parted, the intoxicating image of your pleasure, with chuuya’s cock vanishing deep into your swollen slick folds, drives him wild. even though you're screaming chuuya's name instead, dazai pays no mind, completely drunk on your blissed-out flushed form.

“fuckk so pretty ahh—look at you,” he breathes, quickening his strokes as he takes in the sight of your body trembling in bliss. the combination of you and chuuya reaching that sweet release together, along with your desperate moans, makes him erupt, hot jets of cum spilling all over his hand and abdomen as he rides the delicious wave of his orgasm witnessesing the exquisite sight of you.

chuuya pulls out from your now-ruined cunt still holding your trembling body close to his chest, his grip is more possessive, as if staking his claim, but also tender enough to make you feel safe in his embrace.

with one hand, he leans down and taps the screen, ready to end the video call. however, just before the screen goes black, chuuya shoots dazai a heated glance, lips curling into a smug smirk.

“i won this round, asshole” he mutters, “you'll have to try a lot harder next time. she's my doll.”

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[artdcnaldson]

pussydrunk 2006 art eating pussy for the first time and he can't stop moaning into your cunt and grinding against the bed. when he feels you cum on his mouth he drinks it up like he's dying of thirst and cums in his boxers.

Vintage ask that's been in my inbox since September 17th.... oops.......

but sigh.... sweet baby!Art needing to proove himself after he's lost the 2006 Junior US Open final </3 He goes back to your hotel room bc he can't stand the thought of looking at a very Smug Patrick Zweig right now, especially if somehow Tashi winds up in their hotel room, and Art has to suffer through a pathetic, soul crushing sexile.

And it's not like he's super experienced. He's fucked, but it was clumsy and rushed and awkward because he was always afraid that Patrick would ignore the sock on the door and burst in just to be a dickhead.

You're not sharing your room. You're wearing a halter top and low rise jeans and a sparkly scarf as a belt, and you smell like vanilla body spray and dove cucumber deodorant. When you kiss him, you taste like strawberries and cream, licking delicately into his mouth as you pin him beneath you on the bed.

He's never gone down on someone before, but he's watched videos. He's heard Patrick talk about it in any crude way he can. He described the smell, the taste, the way the girls' thighs would close around his ears and trap him there. He's blushing tomato red as he pulls back and looks at you. "Can I eat you out?"

He regrets it the second he asks, terrified that he'll be horrible and sloppy and awful at it, but you nod and he begins to strip you of your party clothes. He kisses the valley between your breasts, the spot below your belly button, a beauty mark near your hip.

He fits himself between your thighs, and leans forward to give a tentative lick. He sighs softly, nuzzling closer, letting his tongue explore the slick, hot flesh. You moan and he feels your thighs tense on either side of him as his tongue flicks over the bud of your clit.

You taste good. Locker room talk had convinced Art that it'd be kind of gross and dirty to eat pussy, but you were so soft and warm and wet beneath him, dripping your juices onto his eager tongue.

He knows he's hard in his jeans, and he's lucky he's on his stomach so you can't tell. He can't help but give in to the urge to rut down against the springy hotel bed, just a little... just to sooth that aching, hungry need.

Your fingers are in his hair, tangled, tugging. You moan louder, throwing your hair back. He wonders if you've ever been eaten out before. If he's doing alright. If he's better. He tries to scan his brain for anything Patrick might have said that wasn't totally disgusting, but he draws a blank. All he can focus on is the taste of you, the smell of you, the pretty sounds you're making.

It doesn't take much to get you there, which only seems to feed his ego. He's rutting against the bed like an animal in heat, moaning against your pussy, licking at you like a fucking meal. "Cumming— 'm cumming—" you gasp in a breathy tone, and he knows he's done for. He tastes your release on his tongue— the slick, heady flavor like heaven. He cums with a gasp, panting against the slick, swollen folds of your cunt as he spills his release into his boxers.

"You're really good at that," you tell him as he rolls over, the wet spot on his pants just as evident as the glistening release on his nose, mouth, and chin. He should be embarrassed, but you don't say anything, so he isn't. You don't comment about returning the favor (you think he's probably out of commission until further notice), so you ask him if he wants to just cuddle and sleep over. He can't think of anything better.

[girlkisser13]

size kink with jason todd

pairings: jason todd x fem!reader

warnings/tags: smut (18+), size kink, unprotected sex (practice safe sex guys), degradation/dumbification, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, creampie

divider by @plutism

he’d be lying if he said that his self control was still at it’s peak. jason had been teasing you for ages now, watching the way your pretty cunt clenched around nothing every time he drew his fingers away.

“jason,” you choked out another mewl, desperate fingers scrabbling for him. “please, please. i need you!”

a gentle hand brushes away the tears that had collected at the edge of your vision as jason’s beautiful eyes fill your gaze. a color so blue that it looked like someone had captured the brilliance of lightning flashing within his eyes.

“you look so pretty like this,” he hums, a smile gracing his lips when he sees your eyes roll back. “all desperate for my cock huh? what happened to the shy little maiden back then?”

she was gone, long corrupted by him. not that he was complaining.

he leans back between your spread legs, eyeing your exposed folds with a sort of hunger that had you trembling. “look at you,” he sighs, stroking his cock at the intoxicating sight before him. “all spread out for me to enjoy. it’d be a shame if i left you hanging like this wouldn’t it?”

“no!” your reaction was instant, a sharp pitiful noise of desperation at the thought of him leaving you hanging.

“just kidding.” he grabs your thighs to drag you closer to him. “since you asked so nicely hmm?”

there is an audible sound of pleasure torn from the both of you when he finally teases the head of his cock against your dripping slit.

yet, the thrumming anticipation is accompanied by the familiar sense of fear that flashes in you when you glimpse the sheer girth and length that has your eyes tensing shut.

no matter how many times jason had fucked you, his size still had your nerves jangling uncomfortably.

sensing your anxiety, his large hands shift from your cheek to cup your face as he leans down to plant a sweet kiss on your parted lips, briefly savouring the sugary sweetness that came with the kiss.

“relax baby,” he hushes, but there is a visible sight of feral excitement that lines his smile at the thought of sinking himself into your tight heat.

you can’t help but squeal when he buries himself into your spasming cunt, your sensitive walls fluttering over every ridge and vein of his cock that has him groaning.

“cumming already?” he asks, as if he couldn’t see your cute cunt creaming around his length. you can feel the laugh that rumbles through his broad chest.

too embarassed to reply, you nod, fingers finding their way to close around his wrists.

“you’re taking me so well” jason coos, one finger reaching to roll your puffy clit, earning him a shuddered jolt through your body.

he pins you down with ease, barely exerting any effort at all. “good girl, taking my cock so well, guess this pussy was really made for me right? maybe i don’t even have to play with your clit anymore, you’re going to squirt like a little whore for me anyway.”

grunting, jason buries himself deeper, thighs trembling at the feeling of your pussy tightening around him. you sniffle at the stretch but make no move to stop him from rocking further until his entire length is buried inside of your tight hole.

the feeling of being stuffed draws a sharp gasp out of you, your back arching, putting your tits on full display. when you catch sight of jason, his eyes are blown wide, pupils so blue that you could get lost in them.

you’re nearly half delirious at the feeling of his warmth sheathed inside of you, barely able to keep your eyes open when jason starts to move.

he weighs you down and humps your tender cunt, making sure to hit your sensitive clit every time his hips meet yours over the obscene sound of his balls slapping your ass.

you can feel your orgasm rising each time he pushes forward, the pain of his cock knocking against your cervix blends seamlessly with the pleasure when he rubs against your sweet spot.

“does it feel good baby?” he huffs in your ear.

“it feels so good, jay!” you nod, “please, give me more!”

he feels you getting wetter and wetter, knowing the way your tight little body trembles when you’re reaching your orgasm.

“jason,” you gasp, tears clinging to your lashes when you reach your climax. your fingernails dig crescent moons into his skin. he grins at your face, morphed into a completely lewd painting of euphoric pleasure.

“you came so fast,” he pants, quickening his pace. “what about me?”

“i’m sensitive,” you try to stop him with a pathetic whine, small hands pushing against his chiselled chest so weakly that he laughs at your efforts.

“stay still baby,” he groans when he feels your cunt clamp down around him again. you would be the death of him one day. “i’m going to ruin this pretty pussy of yours.”

who are you to deny him? you finally lay back against the pillows, letting him fuck you like he wants to as he presses your knees against your chest to assault your poor cunt as you gush everywhere, making a mess on the bed.

jason has a perfect view of your cunt, the sight of your small figure underneath him and the way your hole is stretched to accomodate around his cock only spurs him on.

you are so cute this way. letting him stretch you past your usual limit, your tits bounce with each thrust and jason can’t resist placing one of your tits in his palm, relishing the softness of them in his touch.

he can feel the plush resistance when he jackhammers into you, forcing another orgasm out of you until you’re reduced to a babbling mess with your tongue hanging out of your mouth and your eyes rolled back in that adorable expression he absolutely loves.

“f-fuck.” he feels his own coil of pleasure snapping in him as he succumbs to his own orgasm at the way your gummy walls clamp down around his throbbing cock. “you’re gonna take every drop of my cum in your pussy,” he growls, refusing to pull out until he sees you nod weakly.

“good girl.” he groans, finally satisfied of his own high before leaning down to occupy the space beside you.

[monstersholygrail]

Can we just take a minute to thirst over the idea of big beefy Wolf Hybrid bf wearing the sluttiest damn shorts you, a Puppy Hybrid, have ever seen.

And imagine when he sits down they ride up even further, revealing more of the thick muscle glistening from the sun’s heat. You just have to thank the weather for how unnaturally hot it’s been because you never wouldn’t been blessed with the sight otherwise.

It’s impossible not to stare as the fabric presses tight against his skin like he purposefully bought them a size too small. You watch transfixed as they bunch up by his hips, coming to hug his crotch perfectly, revealing the massive heat he’s packing. You almost can’t believe what you’re seeing as you wonder how all that can fit into such tiny shorts.

By this point you’re salivating and you don’t think he could possibly get even hotter when something peaks out from beneath the shorts. You realize after a moment they’re his briefs and you have to pick up your jaw before you start drooling.

His hand nearly covers the entire width of his thigh as he casually pulls at his briefs instead of the shorts and an involuntary shudder jerks through your body, your panties flooding with a gush of arousal.

Immediately your cheeks flush red and you quickly look away, not wanting to admit to yourself that something so small could turn you on so bad. But it did, it so did. Your wet panties sticking to your sopping folds was proof enough of that. Fuck, you are so wrecked for your sexy and insanely slutty Wolf Hybrid bf. And at a public event, no less. You’d jump his bones anywhere any time, you were just that shameless for him.

You needed to get away, cool yourself down. Pushing out of your seat you try and make your way inside. But you slip up and make one fatal mistake. Passing your bf on the way in.

His solid fingers curl around your wrist and it takes only a moment to realize who’s touching you as he pulls you down into his lap, facing toward him. The second your needy cunt makes contact with his muscular thigh you’re letting out a whiny howl that lets him know how bad you need him.

“Where you goin’ ma, don’t feel good?” He asks with a smirk, acting all coy.

An adorable pout makes its way on your lips that he doesn’t hesitate to kiss. Which of course makes you even more horny. You chuff loudly, shaking your head and showing your displeasure. But it only makes his smirk widen, arrogance coming off him in waves.

“Aw, really? That’s too bad, Princess,” he purrs, his claws falling to your waist.

With slow practiced movements he begins subtly rocking your wet core along the length of his thigh. Your head swims with pleasure, lashes fluttering at the relief. And when he flexes the muscle just as he drags your clit down on him you practically cum right there, jaw dropping.

He works you slowly and carefully on his thigh, managing not to draw any attention while moving just enough to make your pussy flutter as you grow closer and closer to your release. You hold onto him for dear life, sighing out quiet moans and watching every minute of his dumb, smug, gorgeous face.

You’re so close, each ripple of his thigh muscles sending you closer to your peak. His leg bounces every few rock of your hips and you have to bite your lip now to howl again.

“You’re really not looking good, baby. I think we should get you home,” he says a little louder this time, catching the attention of a few people around you. Knowing just how close you are he can’t resist teasing you.

But you’re too far gone to snap back, all you can do is whimper and shake your head. Falling forward you tuck your face into his neck, trying desperately to keep quiet.

“No, you wanna stay? Ok, then just relax and let go for me, babygirl,” he says more calmly.

And as he rolls your clit over his flexing thigh one more time your entire body tenses, orgasm pouring out of you in waves. Your bf is right there the entire time, rubbing your back and helping you work through it.

When you sag against him fully his deep chuckle echos in your ear. He pulls you a little closer to him now and you moan as his hard bulge presses against your ass.

“Maybe you wanna go home now?” He asks again.

This time you’re nodding eagerly, tail wagging with anticipation behind you. More than ready to rip those slutty shorts off of him and tear them to shreds to get to that dick.