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kurogane2512 · 2 months ago

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Chameleon Birthday 2025

yes it's finally here!!

18+ CONTENT

Game: Path to Nowhere

Characters: Chameleon x fem!reader (Chief)

Type: Fluff and smut

Although it's Chameleon focused, I have depicted Chief having an open relationship with other Sinners so there are some touchy scenes with them since this is also Valentine's Day. But belated happy birthday mommy Chameleon you will always have a special place in my heart 🥹❤️

Heels tapped on the marbled floor of the bureau as Chameleon made her way to your office. Donning her ever-alluring smile, she greeted the Sinners who passed by her and wondered why everyone was coming from the same direction she was headed to. Her doubts were cleared as soon as she reached your office and peeked through the slightly ajar door- oh, so this was it, how could she not realize sooner?

Occupying her view was a familiar red-haired woman, Cabernet Franc, who appeared to be straddling you in your chair. Chameleon’s eyes moved to the side and she saw another familiar woman, the new blonde Outland Sinner you had recently detained, Vautour Bleu, standing to your side quite closely as if waiting her turn. The view wasn’t very clear to Chameleon and she didn’t want to make her presence known by attempting to see better, but she could make out enough.

“Chief, say ‘aah’~” Cabernet mused while leaning closer to you, holding a heart-shaped chocolate in her hand.

Your lips parted to bite the chocolate from one end and Cabernet came closer to bite the other, making your lips touch. The simple touch turned into a passionate kiss as you relished the sweet chocolate together. Chameleon’s eyes squinted at the scene, a strange emotion bubbling in her. Normally, she’d be amused of such things and not think much of them, but recently she found herself feeling differently. She also noticed how your desk was filled with various gifts, most of them being chocolates and letters.

She continued watching as Cabernet proceeded to move away and Vautour Bleu sat on your lap sideways, holding a chocolate in her mouth and gesturing you to bite from the other end. It was like a Pocky game, both of you biting from your ends until it was finished and your lips met in a sensual kiss. Once again, the same unusual feeling arose in Chameleon. She couldn’t name the feeling despite being a master of emotions, but deep down she knew what it was.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, dear Chief~” Cabernet and Vautour Bleu spoke together, kissing each of your cheeks one by one before beginning to exit your office.

Chameleon walked away before they could reach the door and acted as if she saw nothing, making her way back to her cell. With her brows furrowed, she laid down on her bed with a sigh, the scenes repeating in her mind continuously and making her further annoyed. She wasn’t sure why she felt this way, or perhaps she didn’t want to face the reality of her own emotions. Just like all these years how she kept her real emotions suppressed and showed herself as a ruthless psychopath who seemingly enjoyed toying with others.

Why did she want to meet you today in the first place? To toy with you and satisfy her desires? Or was she expecting something deeper and more affectionate? Her thoughts started overwhelming her and she decided to put an end to them, closing her eyes to fall into slumber. She hated how she felt this way about you; after all, your relationship was anything but romantic. A simple arrangement for convenience, and a treatment method for her. That’s how it was with others too, yet she seemingly had more trouble staying in her lane today.

Trying to sleep in the middle of the day proved fruitless so she sat on her desk to complete some patient files, hoping to get her mind off things. It was approximately 2 hours later when her focus was broken as her cell door opened and she turned to greet the unexpected visitor- and finding herself surprised yet again at who it was.

“Oh, what brings you here, Chi—” her eyes wandered to the object in your hands and her words were held in her throat, “....Ah, how unexpected.”

You walked in further carrying a small cake and a packed gift, “Why unexpected? You thought I’d forget your birthday?”

Chameleon remained silent for a moment then smirked, “Well, I assumed you’d be quite occupied given the other occasion today~”

You shrugged then placed the cake on her desk, “Even so, I wouldn’t forget to wish you.”

You fetched a lighter from your pocket and lit the candle on top of the cake then looked at her with a smile, “Happy Birthday, Chameleon. I wish you health and happiness, and I hope you enjoy your day.”

Chameleon looked at the cake then back at you, feeling unsure of how to respond for a moment. Her smirk turned into a gentle smile and she picked up the knife to cut the cake.

“Thank you, Chief.”

She blew the candle and cut a slice of the cake.

“And here, happy Valentine’s Day as well.” You extended the packet towards her and she cordially accepted.

Chameleon stared at the cutely wrapped gift then stepped closer to you to say something but held back when she noticed a faint red mark on your neck, partially hidden by your shirt’s collar. Her brows furrowed slightly at the sight, the same unusual feelings rising in her again.

“Who may it be? The Countess? Or the Head of Quinn? Perhaps one of those Garden members.... or anyone at all.” She pondered.

“Well, if there’s any wish you have then feel free to say it. I will try my best to fulfil it, you already know the limitations we have. I’ll be in my office now, if there’s anything you need then you know what to do.”

You were about to turn around and walk out of her cell when she held you back by grabbing your wrist, followed by leaning in to embrace you. Her face was buried in the crook of your neck, near the place where the mark was engraved. You flinched for a second feeling her embrace then became relaxed and put your arms around her.

“I have already decided my wish, Chief. Would you be kind enough to fulfil it?~”

“W-What is it?”

Chameleon smirked and drew herself back to look at your face, “Every once in a while, let’s be honest with each other, let down our guards, and spend the day together~”

You processed her words in your mind, “....You are asking me to take you on a date, is that it?”

She chuckled, “If you wish to put it that way, Chief. Your words, not mine~”

You let out a sigh and pondered for a while. Chameleon looked at your serious expression and wondered if she asked for something too much, perhaps you were too busy to abide by her wish.

“....Alright, it can be arranged. Where would you like to go? And anything particular you want to do?”

Her eyes almost widened at your acceptance but she held back her expression and simply smirked, “Oh, how kind of you, dear Chief. Well....” she trailed off and sensually traced her palm down your arm, leaning in to breathe against your neck, “Why don’t you decide on the place and activities? You are taking me on a date, right? Then, I expect to be impressed~”

You blushed and averted your gaze, “Fine, I’ll make up a date plan. Be ready by 5 pm.”

She smiled and kissed your cheek, “I look forward to it, Chief~”

Just like that, Chameleon seemingly had her way as she wanted. Looking back, time had passed in the blink of an eye and it was already 2 years since her detainment. Who would have guessed she’d become so attached to her own captor?

It was 5 pm soon after and you and Chameleon were in Eastside, wandering down a street after being dropped off by an agent from 9th Agency. Since it was supposed to be a normal date between two perfectly normal people, you decided to dress appropriately and so did Chameleon. You were caught off guard at first when you saw her wearing a simple yet elegant dress, light makeup and hair draped over one shoulder. You were used to seeing her in her usual attire which always gave her an air of professionalism combined with seductiveness, somehow perfect for a psychologist like her.

“Where are we headed first, Chief?~” Chameleon asked while grasping your hand, walking quite close to you. You noticed how she seemed to be in a good mood, perhaps she was really being honest and wanted to enjoy the day.

“Ah, how about a movie? I checked that there’s one you may like.”

“Oh? How amusing. Lead the way then, Chief. I’m leaving everything to you today~”

You nodded with a smile and led her to the nearby cinema. The movie that you selected was a thriller mystery, a bit serious for an occasion like today’s but you knew Chameleon liked such genres. To your relief, she seemed genuinely invested in the movie throughout and watched with excitement. It was rare of you to see her in such a state, being so focused on something as simple as this, but the sight was adorable.

During the movie, you once reached into the popcorn bucket and brushed your hand with hers, causing you to retract it with a blush and looked to see Chameleon eyeing you with a smirk. You were about to apologize but she took your breath away when she leaned in to sneakily peck your lips. It was a simple touch yet felt electrifying, perhaps due to the location you were in. Yet she was back to watching the movie as if nothing happened.

The movie was finished after 2 hours and you were on your way to a restaurant now. You discussed about the movie as you walked, sharing your thoughts and opinions on the plot, criticising some aspects of the cinematography, and praising the performance of the actors. You weren’t surprised when Chameleon revealed she had figured out the mystery around halfway into it, still she found the revelation quite satisfying and worth the wait.

“I had actually been wanting to watch this movie for some time, Chief. Thank you for bringing me here~” her words were sincere and spoken with a smile, almost making you wonder if you were talking to the real Chameleon or not.

“That’s good then, I’m glad you liked it.” You replied with a smile as well.

She once again laced her hand with yours and walked together. You’d truly appear like an ordinary couple to outsiders at this point. Alas, the reality was from it.

You reached a fairly luxurious restaurant, neither too fancy for your wallet nor shabby for a date with a woman like Chameleon. You both opted to try their signature parfaits and crepes since you weren’t hungry for anything else. Looking around the restaurant, you found a bunch of young couples huddled together and chattering away in their own little worlds. Of course, today was the day of love, no wonder the restaurant had such cheesy decorations and a special menu catering towards couples.

As you waited for your food to arrive, Chameleon shifted closer to you and kept her palm atop yours, her signature smirk lacing her face and you wondered what was going on in her mind. Well, you had the means to read it, but you weren’t going to. She remained silent and simply played with your fingers, intertwining hers with them and sensually tracing patterns on the skin. Such demeanour was a little unusual for her, but quite cute at the same time.

“Chameleon, what are you doing....?”

She smirked more at your question and rested her face on her other palm, leaning closer to you.

“I’m feeling your touch, dear Chief. Your skin has turned rougher, are you not even applying some basic skincare?~”

“I do.... I just don’t get much time and recent missions have been field operations to the Outlands, you know how the conditions are there.”

“Outlands, of course.... that desolate place. You detained quite a few Sinners from there in the past weeks~”

“Mhm, it was really hectic. Thankfully, this week was rather relaxing.”

She smiled at your statement and stopped moving her fingers but kept your palms connected, simply holding it in her hand. It seemed she wanted to say something more but held back and your order arrived soon after, both of you shifting your focus to the lavish preparation in front of you. They were simply a parfait and some crepes, yet they were decorated with all sorts of toppings befitting Valentine’s Day that made them appear like a sumptuous feast.

“Oh my, they seem to have put in a lot of effort into these~” Chameleon mused while dragging the parfait towards herself, eyeing it with amusement.

“It’s a little too much I feel....” you whispered, making her chuckle.

“Indulge yourself for today, Chief. You don’t get chances like this every day~”

You nodded with a sigh and pulled the crepes towards yourself then took a bite from it, immediately tasting the sickly-sweet taste that overwhelmed your senses. Yet, you found yourself relishing the dish since it mellowed out as you ate more and were able to appreciate it’s deeper flavouring.

“Here, Chief. Say ‘aah’~” Chameleon teased while holding a spoonful of her parfait in front of you. You blushed for a second then accepted the bite, earning a victorious smile from her.

You then returned the gesture by offering a bite from your crepes, but she seemed to have something else in mind. Chameleon smirked and suddenly leaned near you and licked the corner of your lips, a startled shiver going down your body. You stared at her in disbelief with a reddened face, making her smile deviously.

“Hmm, how sweet. They specialize in these desserts it seems~”

She commented while being completely unfazed of her own action, resuming to eat her dish as usual. Your face turned bright red and you struggled to react for a while then went back to eating your dish too.

“So unfair doing that this way..... I need to get back at her.” Just as you thought that, a perfect opportunity presented itself.

A drop of the ice cream dripped on Chameleon’s exposed chest, near her beauty mark. She was about to reach out to grab a tissue and wipe it, but you acted faster and leaned in to lick away the drop.

“Indeed, these are quite good~” you commented with a smirk while eyeing her then resumed eating your fill.

You were silently celebrating your victory in your mind, completely oblivious to the fact that Chameleon was genuinely surprised by your action. You didn’t notice how she remained still, nor the light blush occupying her face. But she was truly caught off-guard as she didn’t expect you to do something like that. Although, you had now lit a fire in her and she was already thinking of ways to make you regret your action- in a good way.

After finishing your meals, you were once again strolling out in the city hand-in-hand. Night had begun to fall on the eternally awakened Eastside illuminated by artificial lights all around. There seemed to even more crowd on the streets now, especially hordes of couples going here and there. You couldn’t help but ponder the uniqueness of your situation; at this moment, nobody knew you were the Chief of MBCC, the agency that detains Sinners- people who are widely hated and feared in DisCity- and the woman beside you was one of those very Sinners you had detained.

You wondered if Chameleon ever dated this way before, perhaps she hypnotized someone to act as her lover for a while to satisfy herself but you were inclined to believe she wouldn’t do that. She claimed to enjoy toying with others, but you had known her long enough to know the fears and insecurities rooted deep inside her due to the traumatic event she faced as a child. In the same chain of thoughts, you became curious as to why she wanted you to take her on a date like this; was there another reason aside from her birthday celebration?

“Ah, I just remembered there’s some things I wanted to buy. Care to accompany me, Chief?~” her voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you quickly nodded, following her to a nearby store.

You thought she wanted to buy some clothes- and they were indeed clothes, but not the kind you expected. It was a lingerie shop.

You stared at the outlet and contemplated going in but didn’t have much choice as Chameleon was practically ready to drag you inside.

“I hope to get some good recommendations from you, Chief....” she whispered near your ear, “....Pick something that suits me, and that you’d like to see on me~”

You pursed your lips and nodded. Chameleon internally chuckled seeing your reaction, finding your flustered state adorable.

“We both are women, so you can provide first-hand opinions as I try out different sets~” she continued, her silvery voice coming as a hush and making you shiver in place.

“C-Chameleon, we shouldn’t....” you muttered, averting your gaze.

“Hm? I merely want you to help me choose lingerie, Chief. You have solved much tougher Mania cases than this, have you not?~” she whispered more and lightly bit your earlobe, earning a muffled moan from you.

Indeed, you had solved much tougher Mania cases. For God’s sake, you had defeated Black Rings. This was just choosing some lingerie for your Sinner, surely a piece of cake?

“Alright....” you cleared your throat, “But be quick....”

She nodded and pulled you inside the shop. Scent of fresh fabric filled your nose and sight of feminine lingerie pieces occupied your gaze. To some extent, this was a foreign world to you since all your clothes were always delivered by the Supply Office, including undergarments. You hardly had time to go shopping for yourself, much less choose fancy undergarments which would only get ruined.

Chameleon was quick to walk to an aisle on the right and start looking at sets as if she came here all the time- which she might as well have before being detained. You followed her closely and glanced around, feeling slightly awed at the choices presented. As you walked further, you started noticing the cup sizes becoming bigger and quickly realized why; of course, Chameleon would require such sizes....

You waited as she examined a few pieces, often turning to you to ask your opinion on them and all you had to say was they were good because truly— everything would suit her. However, she seemed displeased by your indecisiveness and poor opinions. Hence, she had no choice but to resort to another option.

That’s how you found yourself being dragged towards the changing rooms by her. She expected you to resist but you simply let it happen since you knew resistance would be futile; not to mention, you were secretly looking forward to what would happen. You waited right outside her stall as she changed into the selected pieces, nervousness rising in you as you envisioned how she’d look and couldn’t help but feel flustered. Though, nothing could prepare you for the real sight.

Her stall door swung open and you felt frozen in time when you laid your eyes on her, gazing at her intently. The first piece she tried was a black floral bra with a white and black panty, her ample breasts were perfectly framed in the cups and her hips accentuated in all the right ways with the panty. The color was rather similar to her usual undergarment she wore with her work uniform, yet you wouldn’t mind seeing more of it.

“Hehe, seems I don’t even need to read your mind to know your thoughts, Chief~” Chameleon chuckled with a smirk, snapping you out of your trance.

“S-Sorry! It looks great on you....”

She smiled and suddenly pulled you closer by grabbing your chest harness, “Have a closer look, Chief. Tell me, what exactly do you like?~”

You blushed more and trailed your eyes down to her body, feeling the way her breasts pressed against you.

“T-The shape is good.... it looks c-comfortable to wear....”

Chameleon smiled again and released you, “Not bad, Chief. Your observational skills are noteworthy~”

You dryly chuckled, “Just part of the job, you know....”

She then went back inside the stall to try out another piece. You breathed a sigh of relief when you were finally given some space, but you couldn’t control your mind that was still envisioning Chameleon’s body, the scenery now enhanced by your recent experience. You took a deep breath to calm yourself, knowing it was inappropriate to have such thoughts about her. Not to mention, she could read your mind at anytime and discover your debauchery....

The stall opened again after some time and this time she stepped out wearing a crimson lace set, looking absolutely ravishing. Your face flushed at the exquisite sight in front of you, finding yourself speechless once again. Chameleon could tell your thoughts by a simple glance just like before, she adored how you’d react this way. She stepped out and walked up to you then pinned you to the wall behind, caging you with her body. Her knee dug between your legs, breasts pressing against yours and her lips lingering over your ear.

“Oh, Chief.... I hope you know how hard it is to hold back when you look at me this way~”

Her warm breath brushed past your lobe, a shiver going down your spine.

“....Can you blame me?”

She softly chuckled, “Why don’t you do something about it then, hm?~”

You swallowed in your throat then looped one arm around her waist, “Sure, why don’t I start here then?~” You sneakily traced your hand down her hips and grabbed her butt, earning a muffled moan from her due to not expecting such an action from you.

“How needy, Chief. I didn’t know you were into such things~”

You smirked then retracted your hand, “This one looks good too. Which one do you prefer?”

She sensed the way you changed the topic and stepped back as well, deciding to not continue further.

“Well, perhaps I’ll keep it a surprise for later~”

She winked then walked back inside the stall to change. You slumped against the wall once she was out of sight, taking another deep breath to remain composed. You were used to her teasing nature, yet every time it became harder to retaliate. She came out in her normal clothes after a while and carried both sets in their respective boxes while going to the cashier. You were curious to see which one she finalized but she didn’t give you a chance to see as she hid the choice while the billing was processed.

You were back on the road now, strolling along the street hand in hand. You were wondering what else to do now since the only thing left in your plan was a night stay at a hotel, but you weren’t sure if Chameleon wanted that. You glanced at her beside you and pondered over certain things, trying to figure out what else she may like. That’s when she stopped in her tracks all of a sudden and made you stop as well. You noticed her looking at a signboard on her right side and moved forward to see it as well.

“A photoshoot offer, huh? Speaking of this, we didn’t get any photos today....” you mumbled and looked at her, trying to read her expressions. She then turned to look at you as well and grasped your hand tighter with a smirk on her face.

“Well, seems like the perfect opportunity, doesn’t it, Chief?~”

“Are they even open right now? It’s rather late....”

“Let’s check it out, Chief.”

You nodded and followed her into the shop to ask about the offer. You found out it was an offer for a trial wedding styled photoshoot at a limited timed low price for couples. You thought about denying hearing it was wedding themed but noticed how Chameleon seemed to be interested, listening intently to the details.

“Uh, do you want to, Chameleon?”

She glanced at you with a sly smile, “Wouldn’t it be good practice for the future, darling?~” she wrapped her arms around your neck, pressing her body to yours. You knew she was teasing, but something about doing such a thing with her enticed you, and you were also keen to give her whatever she wished for today hence ended up agreeing.

You were escorted to the studio at the back of the shop where you were first shown the backdrop for the pictures- it was a nature scenery with a wedding arch prop and some frills and flowers, looking quite beautiful and pleasant. You were then taken to the dressing room and told to select costumes for yourself. There weren’t elaborate options but the ones available were quite well-made for a trial photoshoot.

“Say, Chief, how about we surprise each other with our looks?~” Chameleon suggested and you nodded, feeling quite excited at the idea.

She let you pick your selection first by turning her back to you and waiting for you to walk into the changing room, followed by herself choosing an outfit. Being too used to wearing your uniform, you picked a similar kind of white suit complete with a tie and brooch. The brooch was special to you since its colour resembled Chameleon’s eyes, you hoped she’d notice and feel special. You were first to step out and got seated in the makeup area where a stylist was already waiting. Looking at your face and attire, she applied some subtle makeup to make you look radiant and fresh rather than a drained workaholic.

You were just finished with your makeup when Chameleon finally stepped out, and your breath was taken away. Looking at her wearing exotic lingerie was tempting, but seeing her in an elegant wedding-like dress was a completely different feeling. Your heart pounded in your chest as she walked closer, your gaze trailing from her head to toe and you stared in awe, having absolutely no words to speak. She was a beautiful woman, no doubt, despite being a Sinner you could never deny it. Her beauty never failed to captivate you no matter the attire.

“Hehe, it’s always so amusing to see you in this state, darling~” Chameleon chuckled, and just like at the lingerie shop it was her voice that snapped you out of your thoughts. She wasn’t wearing a proper wedding dress since it wasn’t available in the options, but the dress had the same kind of style and flair to appear like a wedding dress as much as possible. Additionally, she also carried a white folding fan and you noticed her dress had a similar looking brooch as well, resembling her eye colour.

“You look dashing, Chief. And we match as well.... hehe, I wonder if we’d appear like a real couple about to get married~” her voice resounded in your mind, and you realized she was speaking through her powers.

You cleared your throat and approached her before extending your hand, “You look ethereal, dear.” You spoke sincerely while gazing into her eyes, and you noticed a light blush form on her face for a very short moment as she was quick to compose herself and smile in response.

“Thank you, this dress is quite to my liking~”

You smiled back then had her seated on the makeup chair and waited for her. Although, she didn’t require much makeup either as her natural appearance was beautiful enough hence the artist simply enhanced her features with light touches and gave some loose curls in her hair. Her look was completed with a hat which had a purple pansy attached to the band, balancing the combinations well. It was soon time for the photoshoot. You were taken back to the studio and the photographer was astonished by your looks and felt quite excited to take your pictures.

The first backdrop was a waterfall and you were made to stand side by side with Chameleon’s body angled towards the side to show some of her curves. You kept one arm around her waist and joined the other with hers then looked at each other with smiles as the photos were clicked. The next scene was slightly unconventional for a wedding photoshoot, but this wasn’t a real wedding photoshoot so perhaps the photographer wanted to be unique. Chameleon sat upon a dressing table, the mirror reflecting some of her exposed back and silky hair, holding up the folding fan near her shoulder. On the other hand, you were asked to get down on one knee in front of her and have her rest one foot on your thigh while you appear to put on an anklet on it, your eyes locked on each other.

She softly chuckled behind the folding fan once the photos were clicked, clearly enjoying making you do such things. You wondered if she had a hand in making the photographer click a photo like this....

The next scene was a simple one, and possibly the most obvious you’d expect in a photoshoot. You were standing under the arch while facing each other, her arms wrapped around your neck while yours around her waist and eyes locked together. It was intimate and romantic; you could see and feel every bit of her being and couldn’t help but feel lost in her eyes. You were then asked to change poses and quickly obliged, now facing the camera while holding a bouquet together.

The photoshoot was then completed and you changed into your own clothes then thanked the owner for the opportunity and were told the completed photos will be sent to you digitally and also delivered in an album through a package. You were reluctant to write the MBCC’s address as the delivery location so Chameleon recommended writing her office address instead and to have it picked up from there separately.

You were finally outside now and aimlessly wandering on the street. You noticed how strangely quiet Chameleon was ever since the photoshoot ended, she didn’t even hold your hand now unlike before. You wondered if she was upset or found something unpleasant, but weren’t sure how to bring it up. Not wanting to see her in a gloomy mood, you decided to go along with your final arrangement for the date.

“Are you tired, Chameleon?”

“Hm?” her head snapped towards you with a puzzled expression before she composed herself, “Ah, it is rather late. I suppose we should go back now.”

“Well....” you went ahead and grasped her hand, “There is one last thing I prepared. Let’s go.”

You smiled and pulled her along, turning a few corners until being stopped in front of a building. She looked up to see a fancy building with the sign of a hotel; of course, it wasn’t a five-star hotel but it was certainly over your budget.

“Oh my, how thoughtful of you, Chief. Seems you pulled all stops for today~”

You sneered, “I promised to impress you, after all~”

Chameleon shrugged with a chuckle and walked inside the hotel with you. You checked into the suite you had booked then were escorted by an attendant to the top floor. The suite was magnificent as one would expect from a high-end hotel, offering a gorgeous view of DisCity through the glass window and enough facilities in the room itself. You sat upon the bed with a sigh as you were tired from walking around all day and kept an eye on Chameleon, wondering what she was up to.

She then headed into the restroom to freshen up and you laid back on the bed to rest for a while, pondering over everything you did today. In hindsight, it was quite a normal date and nothing extravagant. You tried to arrange for the best things available in your budget and time, but you knew it could be improved. In the end, if Chameleon was satisfied then your motive was achieved.

The door of the restroom opened after a while and she walked out then strolled towards the window, her eyes fixated on the view. You stood up and walked to stand beside her and looked at the view as well, truly feeling quite stunned at how beautiful DisCity could be despite having such harsh conditions inside. You glanced at Chameleon beside you, noting how fixated her gaze was and were almost tempted to read her mind to know her thoughts.

“It’s certainly impressive, Chief. You actually managed to surprise me well~” she spoke in a soft tone and glanced at you with a smile.

You blushed a little and nodded, “I’m just glad you like it. So, what shall we do now?”

She turned her gaze back to the window then spoke, “Tell me, Chief. Who helped you book this? The Countess? Or Quinn? Perhaps the Francs or.... even the 9th Agency, I suppose? I know the MBCC doesn’t have budget for this~”

You were caught off guard by her question, “How does that matter?”

“Well, I assume you’d have to pay back that person for such a favor, right? I can imagine what kind of compensation they’d ask for~”

“....And? I still don’t understand how it matters. What are you trying to say, Chameleon?”

She pursed her lips with her brows furrowed, a surprisingly irritated expression formed on her face. Her silence along with such an expression was daunting and made you quite worried. You then moved to stand behind her and swiftly wrapped your arms around her waist, embracing her from the back. She was slightly surprised when she felt you lean in and place your head on her shoulder, burying your face in the space. You breathed against her skin, taking a whiff of her fragrance before placing small kisses along her shoulder.

Chameleon shuddered at the sudden action, her body instinctively melting into you. You parted her silky hair to the side to expose more of her skin, your lips traveling to every inch you could find and mark as your own. She sighed and placed one hand on the window in front to stabilize herself, while the other looped over to press the back of your head and push you closer, deeper. You stepped forward and tightened your hold, her body folding as you pulled her closer.

“Hmm.... C-Chief....~”

“There’s something you are not telling me since morning. What happened, Chameleon? I thought we were supposed to be honest with each other.”

She moaned when you whispered against her skin, dragging your lips across. A low chuckle came from her mouth, her eyes looking at the reflection of you in the glass in front.

“You can’t be so oblivious, Chief. Why don’t you read my mind to know? You have my permission for it~”

“No, I won’t. You know that’s not right and I want to hear you say it. Tell me what I did wrong. You know very well how important it is to communicate, don’t you?”

Your hand slid down to move under her dress, caressing along her inner thighs. She breathily chuckled, “T-There’s nothing to say, Chief.... mhm....~”

“Do you want me to make you say it?”

She bit her lower lip and slowly turned her head to the side, eyeing you with a smirk.

“Do your worst, Chief~”

You smirked in return then pinned her against the window and pressed your lips to hers, engaging in a rough and passionate kiss. She moaned as you pulled her closer by the waist, bending her against the window and pressing her hips to yours while your hand slipped deeper. She subconsciously started grinding her hips against you, feeling your hand caress her clothed core as you continued kissing. Your tongues rolled messily, exchanging moans and breaths. You attempted to come even closer, almost squeezing her against the glass.

She released the kiss with a sigh, tilting her head back to rest it on your shoulder as your hands groped her body. You went back to kissing her neck and shoulders, your other hand that was wrapped around her waist also slid up to grasp her breast and knead it. Chameleon pleasantly moaned at the sensations, gazing at the reflection of you both in the glass and the view of the gorgeous DisCity. Then her sight was overtaken by your face as you suddenly turned her over, wasting no time to kiss down her chest.

“Mmm.... t-that’s not going to make me reveal my thoughts, Chief.... You’ll have to do b-better than this~”

“So you admit you are hiding something, that’s a start~”

She chuckled to herself at your conclusion, wrapping her arms around your neck and looping one leg over your waist. She grasped the back of your head with her fingers and pulled your face up to dive in for a kiss, passionately making out with you. Your hands gradually slid down the straps of her dress, exposing more of her soft skin but you suddenly noticed something different- her bra.

Oh, this sly woman.

Chameleon smirked at your motionless state upon discovering her bra then wasted no time and effort to turn the tables. She tugged your hair strands and pulled your head back then pushed you backwards by your shoulders, walking forward with you. You hit the bedside and she pushed you to sit down then quickly moved to straddle your lap. The sudden change in positions wasn’t unexpected with a woman like her, but she knew how to exploit your weakness.

“You want me to be honest, Chief?~”

She moved her spectacles down, biting one of the temple edges with her lips and seductively gazing at you while brushing her hair behind her ear.

“Do you know how difficult it is to get your exclusive attention on a day like today?~”

Her words confused you for a moment and you pondered what she seemed to be referring to.

“But I did give you all my attention today, did I not?”

She smiled briefly then took off her dress, letting your eyes feast on her exquisite body. You finally saw the bra she had picked earlier- the crimson lace set. You had a strong feeling she’d choose this given your reaction to it, but seeing her wear it in this position was a completely different feeling.

“So, you chose this one, after all.... Looks great on you.” You complimented with hooded eyes, your fingers itching to touch her.

“I imagine you have seen plenty of beautiful women this way, and in better lingerie than this. No need to flatter me anymore, Chief~”

You squinted your eyes at her comment, slowing sitting up to get close to her face.

“Why do you keep saying things like this? Did some- mmph!~”

Your words were blocked as she suddenly kissed you roughly, not giving you a chance to speak.

“Hah.... Wait, Chameleon-!”

You panted and tried to speak but were in vain as she pressed her lips to yours deeply, occupying all your senses. You were then roughly pushed down as well, your body laying flat upon the bed with Chameleon keeping you down with her weight, effortlessly ceasing all your movements. She cupped your face and tilted it as she moved her lips, kissing you passionately. Your hands slowly caressed her body this way, feeling up her soft skin and curves. Her tongue was soon to enter your mouth, rolling along with yours in a heated manner. You could feel her ample breasts squeezing yours, the urge to free them becoming more apparent in you.

However, you couldn’t forget the way she had been acting just now. It wasn’t unusual for her to tease you by bringing up your affairs with other Sinners, but it was unusual for her to mention it so much on the same day and in such strange ways. You couldn’t help but wonder if she was jealous, but you didn’t understand why she’d be jealous because you tried your best to make her feel special on her birthday. Perhaps there was something else entirely that you didn’t grasp yet. Reading her mind would indeed make it easier, but doing that was simply out of the question.

She finally released the kiss, pulling back with a soft moan and heavily panting while gazing at you. Her red lipstick was smudged and her silky hair splayed over your face, giving you a marvellous sight to look at. She smirked as she slowly sat up and you expected her to say something but she instead crawled forward until her body was atop your face, legs resting on either of your head and her core placed right above your mouth.

“Chameleon, wait, we shou— mmh~”

Once again, your attempt to make conversation was blocked as she dropped her hips down and pressed her clothed core to your lips. Truthfully, it was becoming slightly annoying now, but you had learned to be patient enough with her and there was no way you were going to lose so easily. You decided the best course of action was to go along with her desires for now, to eventually make her give in.

You grasped her thighs and pulled her closer, earning a startled moan from her when she felt your nose hit her clit. You wasted no time to pull apart her panties and drag your tongue across her folds, immediately making her arch up with a sigh. You couldn’t deny you craved to see her in this state, her pleasured form and melodic voice was addicting. Your tongue lapped up her outer folds first, using your fingers to pull them apart until you were ready to prod inside. Her body fell forward from your ministrations, thighs enclosing around your head as soon as you pushed your tongue inside her. She was relatively quieter than usual, only letting out low sighs at your actions, but you were determined to make her lose her mind.

A breathy chuckle left her lips when you suddenly jolted up your head, making your tongue enter her and be enclosed by her warm and mushy walls. Her hands went to grasp your hair, fingers tightly interlacing in the strands as you made your way to eat her out. Your thumb caressed her clit simultaneously, your tongue scissoring inside her and prodding all her sensitive spots as best as you could. Her hips soon started rutting on your tongue, trying to make you touch where she wanted.

“O-Oh, Chief.... you are always so good at this.... mmh.... you must get lot of p-practice, don’t you- hehe~!”

Again, she brought up the same point. You couldn’t understand why she kept mentioning this today. Feeling more annoyed at her accusation, you forcefully raised her thighs slightly before plunging your tongue even deeper inside her and adding more stimulation to her clit. Chameleon arched with a surprised gasp, now sitting up to gaze down at you, her fingers tightening in your hair and a sultry smirk drawing upon her face.

“F-Feisty today, Chief? Oh, I won’t deny I love when you do this- aahn! M-More!~”

Her hips rutted faster to match your movements, your tongue moving in sync with her. Sweet juices flowed down her folds and drenched your lips, sounds of slurping resounding in your ear as you diligently lapped up every drop. She threw her head back when she grinded deeper and faster, pulling back her own hair and biting her lower lip as she gazed into your eyes, also playing with her own breasts now. The sight of you below her and doing what she wanted always enticed her, she wished she could have you this way forever.

“Mmmh.... I-I’m close, Chief.... come on.... yes.... just t-there- Oh, that feels wonderful!~”

With another arch of her body, she pushed herself on your tongue the deepest and made you prod her most sensitive spot. A loud moan echoed in the room as the knot in her stomach snapped, a gushing sweet release flowing upon your mouth. Chameleon heaved and rutted her hips one last time, slowly coming down from her release while you drank it all up. She smiled gazing at you, gently caressing your hair watching you clean her. However, what you did next is something she didn’t anticipate.

A surprised grunt left her mouth as you suddenly turned over while holding her thighs, making her lie on her back as you came on top of her. You held out her legs and crawled in between, pinning her down by keeping your hands on either side of her body. She looked at you with wide eyes for a moment, clearly very shocked by the change in position. But the shock was short-lived as she donned her signature smirk once again, her eyes glinting with mischief and she opened her arms to embrace you.

“Oh, I quite like it when you become assertive, Chief. But do you really think you can outplay me, my toy?~”

She was still in a teasing mood, ignoring to bring up the topic that was bugging you all this time. You frowned at her then discarded your clothes, taking off your pullover first followed by undoing your pants. Chameleon licked her lips as she watched your body come in view, eyeing you seductively once you sat in front in just your undergarments. You then slipped off her drenched panties, gazing at her throbbing folds that were still inviting you in.

“Can we talk first?” you stated while rubbing your palm across her core.

She shivered for a moment then wrapped her arms around your neck to pull you down into a passionate kiss. But you knew what she planned to do, she was going to avoid it again. You were prepared to not fall for her schemes again. Yet, Chameleon had new tricks up her sleeve every time. If she knew you were not going to fall for the same trick again, she would use another- and that’s exactly what she did now. Knowing she was trying to shut you up with the kiss, you began pushing a finger inside her; but just at that moment, she wrapped her legs around your waist and arms around your body then swiftly flipped over, pinning you down once again.

“Mmph— what the?!” you groaned feeling your body turn and her weight upon you.

She chuckled at your startled state, now sitting up on your lap and gazing down at you with the same mischievous look.

“Hmm, what do you want to talk about, Chief?~”

She feigned innocence, fluttering her lashes. Tossing and turning in bed like this was pointless and you couldn’t help but feel the spark die, not feeling aroused if she was going to keep deceiving you.

“....What’s the point of this, Chameleon?” you said with a sigh, “What do you truly want? You were quiet the whole time after the photoshoot and now keep mentioning my relations and experiences with other women.... I just want to know what is bothering you. You said you wanted to be honest and let down our guard, here I am completely bare for you yet you aren’t doing the same.”

Her smirk quickly faded into a frown, her gaze falling down and staring into nothingness. She remained silent once again, unsure of what to say. You sat up in your place and slowly cupped her face, gently brushing her hair behind her ear and trying to look into her eyes.

“It’s late at night, treat this as our usual night talk. You tell me everything truthfully in those, can you do the same right now?”

She remained motionless then simply gave a nod in agreement, a smile drawing upon your lips seeing you were getting somewhere now.

“Was there something lacking in the date plan?”

“....No.”

“Then, did you not like something? Or were you expecting something different?”

“No....”

“Then.... was I not a good company? I know I’m plain and boring bu-“

“No, it’s nothing like that. None of that, Chief....”

You were drawing to a blank wall once again, feeling just as confused as before.

“It’s just.... I felt envious at first.”

“Envious? Of what? Or whom?”

She pursed her lips in annoyance, trying her best to suppress the deep emotions surging in her.

“Everyone.... everything....” she mumbled, drawing out her hands to seize your collar, “....I saw you with Ms Franc and Ms Bleu in the morning, exchanging chocolates and affection. A familiar feeling rose in me, some kind of wrath.... but I suppressed it as I have been taught and returned to my room plagued with those emotions until you came to wish me.”

Your eyes widened at her words, having no idea something like this happened.

“I.... I’m sorry, I didn’t....” you weren’t sure how to respond.

Chameleon loosened the grip in your collar with a chuckle, “You don’t have to be sorry about anything, Chief. I’m well aware of your relations with everyone. I didn’t plan to ask for this date from the start, and I was rather surprised that you agreed. But today was nothing short of perfect, I felt fulfilled till the last moment.”

“Then, what happened after the photoshoot? You have been acting strange since then.”

She contemplated her words for a moment, looking away into empty space.

“Tell me, Chief, I have been changing, haven’t I? You have noticed, right? The treatment you prescribed, I have been so obedient with it- I’m learning to control my manic behaviours, am I not? I have even stopped toying with you like before, have I not, Chief?!” she suddenly rambled on, her fingers gripping your collar tightly once again.

“Yes, you have! You have made remarkable recovery, Chameleon! You—“

“Then why....! Why am I now plagued with these new thoughts and emotions?! Like about marriage, which is something I never thought about since that day!? Even when I received proposals from clients, I declined without a second thought by stating professional reasons. I.... I have never given it any thought despite being aware I’m of the perfect age....! I know I cannot have it! I’m a criminal, I have done terrible things! But I’m picturing these things I didn’t even know I could.... and you are the one beside me in all of them! Yet, I know I cannot have it, I know it’s impossible with you....”

You were speechless now, truly having no words to say. You knew why she thought it was impossible with you, even if you didn’t agree with her other reasoning. It wasn’t just with her; it was impossible for you with every Sinner you had such relations with. In the back of your mind, you have hoped that once they get released, they’ll forget about you and live their lives freely. Though, you could understand why that’d be difficult for some.

“I....” you trailed off and became silent again, it was difficult to offer any comfort here when the harsh truth was undeniable.

Utter silence engulfed you both, you could feel Chameleon’s hands trembling as she continued gripping your collar and looked up to see a troubled expression on her face. Not only that, her shackles felt unstable at this moment, indicating her chaotic state of mind. At that moment, you decided to firm yourself and help your Sinner. Not only was it your job and duty, you simply couldn’t bare to see her this way. You slowly extended your hand towards her face and cupped it, making her look you in the eyes.

“I’m sorry for making you feel this way, Chameleon. What you have said is true but I want you to know there is nothing wrong with you. You have made great improvement in these 2 years, you really have. Have you noticed you haven’t called yourself a psychopath who thrives on schadenfreude in a while? I can’t even remember the last time you said that, in fact. And feeling this way and having those thoughts isn’t wrong either, you are a human being in the end who suffered a lot and lost her innocence early on.... I’m glad to hear you can have such imagination now, because it tells me you truly have gotten better and I’m proud of you for that.”

A smile slowly drew on her lips hearing you, her fingers releasing your collar and instead wrapping around your neck to lean in and place your foreheads together.

“What I’m going to say will sound harsh but I don’t want to deceive you. You already know the truth about us, about me.... When the day comes that you are fully recovered and can be released, I hope you can live your life normally and find your soulmate. I will always be here to support you, even if just as a friend. I know you will do well and be happy, you are an amazing woman and whoever you choose will be very lucky to have you. Until that day comes, I— mph?!~”

Your words were blocked as she suddenly pressed her lips to yours, essentially shutting you up with a quick kiss.

“Don’t say anything more, Chief.... I know what you mean, but I don’t want to hear it right now. I don’t want to think about that right now; because at this moment, I want you, Chief. Only you. I don’t care what the future holds, but I know what I want right now.”

She applied some force on your shoulders and wasted no time to pin you down once again, immediately placing her lips on yours in a passionate kiss. She then moved to kiss all over your face then down to plant kisses on your jaw and neck, biting down on some spots and leaving marks. Her hands looped around her body to unhook her bra and throw it away, pressing her ample breasts on your body while being busy marking your skin. You slowly wrapped your arms to embrace her then swiftly turned over to place her on the bed, coming on top like before.

She giggled at your action, pulling your head down to kiss you deeply. There were more things you wanted to say, but you figured it was best to drop the conversation. After all, it was still her birthday and you had to give her her final gift. You could tell she was feeling better now, her shackles had calmed down and her demeanour had changed. Chameleon wrapped her legs around your waist and you could feel her grind against you, rubbing her folds against your abdomen. It was rare of her to become desperate this way, and she’d often be the one to make you desperate instead.

“Haah... Chief.... give me more, would you? You have yet to impress me in one last thing~”

You smiled in response and moved your hand down to caress her folds, rubbing your fingers up and down and in circular motions to arouse her. She shivered with a pleasant sigh, her hips rutting up to seek more friction.

“Do it with me, Chief.... I want us to do it together.”

Her request caught you off-guard since you were planning to pleasure her only. You nodded with a blush and took off your underwear then crossed your legs with hers, assuming a scissor formation having her right leg under your left and left on top by holding it close to your chest. She patiently waited as you prepared yourself, though she was growing impatient and ready to flip you over to do it herself. You licked your fingers and rubbed them across your own folds to lubricate them then steadily came forward to press your cores together.

“Aaahn.... C-Chief~” she moaned at the contact, your folds gliding over each other’s delightfully.

Your clit slowly bumped with hers as you moved, starting to gain friction and set a rhythmic pace. Squelching sounds soon echoed in the room, your juices mixing together as you grinded faster. Chameleon’s body rocked beneath you, her ample breasts jiggling with your rutting, silky hair splayed out and her face slowly drowning in pleasure- the sight was simply magnificent, arousing you more and making you move harder.

“Aah... aah.... Yes, Chief... more.... you know where I like it most.... haah.... j-just there~”

Her body arched as she attempted to move her hips with yours, looping her left leg around to steady herself and grind together. Delicate moans and sighs exchanged between you both, your eyes fixated on each other, sweat dripping down your bodies and slick coating your folds. She then extended her arms and pulled you down to hold you, making you push deeper onto her as you moaned together at the delicious friction. She tightly clenched your back as you kept rubbing, nails clawing down your skin, angelic moans resounding in your ear.

“Oh, Chief.... j-just like that.... oh yes.... aaah....!~”

You buried your face in her neck and rubbed as fast and hard as you could, pumping your hips back n forth at a set pace. Just when you felt you had it under control, she once again surprised you by turning and flipping your positions. A devious smirk crawled up her face once she was on top and had the reins, you knew what this meant and tried to prepare yourself. Skin rubbed on skin, your clits rubbing and putting pressure on the bundle of nerves while you gasped from her fast pace. You knew Chameleon was craving for this, yet her way of doing it was wildly different and always got you breathless.

However, you didn’t want to make her do all the work when it was supposed to be her birthday gift. You sat up with a grunt and pushed from your side, grinding over her and making her smirk as she took it as a challenge. She gestured you to come closer and you did by sitting up more. Her next action surprised you— in a pleasant way— as she twisted her body to turn over and be on her hands and knees. Her front leaned down to rest on the bed with her hips connected to yours and she continued rubbing the same way, somehow still controlling the pace and pressure perfectly.

You bit your lip gazing at her body- the way her back arched and hips rippled every time she thrusted into you. Your hands soon grabbed the mounds of flesh, squeezing her plentiful butt and pulling her into you. She gasped in surprise feeling you take control of her body with the way you moved her in accordance to your own motions. Both of you soon approached your release, mindlessly grinding each other to chase the sweet relief.

“I-I’m close, Chief.... yes.... just a little more.... right there.... aaah.... will you do it with me....?~”

“Mmh... y-yeah... I’m close too.... fuck...!~”

She chuckled at your foul language, finding it adorable whenever you’d break your composure. She then turned over once again to face you and sat up to come closer, completely pressing her body to yours with her arms and legs wrapping around you. You couldn’t comprehend anything now, just focusing on grinding into her as you held her close and soon connected your lips too. You moaned into the kiss together, finally approaching your release as she fastened her rubbing then ceased altogether.

An explosive release overtook you, her head falling on your shoulder and hands clenching you tightly while you embraced her and thrusted your hips up to feel the last bit of friction. Your essence mixed together, drenching your folds and even dripping down on the mattress. You fell back on the bed while holding her, panting together as you came down from your high. She held you tight and lightly kissed your chest then laid her head on your shoulder, simply holding you peacefully. Of course, this wasn’t enough for Chameleon, and you were soon back into it to satisfy her until she wanted.

It was later at night when you were lying side by side under the blanket, your naked bodies pressed closely as she rested her head on your arm and snuggled into your shoulder with one arm draped over your torso. She smiled recalling all the memories you shared today, an overwhelming amount of happiness bubbling inside her. Yet, her recollection was spoiled when she recalled the words you spoke about letting her ago once she’d be cured.

Did you really want that? She knew she didn’t want it, but she couldn’t figure out your true thoughts.

It was rare for her to not know the true feelings of someone, but she had promised to not use her abilities this way and she wasn’t going to break her streak now. In some ways, the mystery was exciting and also gave her a sense of relief, but in other ways it also tormented her and made her uncertain. However, she decided to discard all these thoughts and focus on the happy moments of today. She sat up slightly and cupped your face, gazing into your eyes with a smile.

“....Thank you for today, Chief. I will always remember this perfect birthday~”

She pecked your lips then laid back down and snuggled into you, holding you close to herself and drifting to sleep. You were surprised hearing her gratitude, but you were glad she enjoyed and you could give her a memorable birthday.

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sinful-lanterns · 10 months ago

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GOING LIVE!

synopsis: (camgirl AU) collaborating with various ptn women for your streams.

featuring: eleven, deren, bianca, shawn, angell

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader, dom characters, adult se.x work, camming, fing.ering, strap ons, exhibition, voyeur.ism, deren grows a di.ck, oral, toys, mast.urbation, doggy style, riding, lap se.x, pet names, praise, masked se.x, belly bulge, may be ooc.

art credits: my drunken boss

ELEVEN

With your back pressed against Eleven and her fingers working like magic on your clit, your breathless whimpers were picked up by the microphone in front of you and left hundreds of viewers waiting on bated breath. The audio quality was astounding thanks to the help of Eleven’s professional equipment, but you couldn’t really fawn over it yet because of how good Eleven’s fingers felt plunging into your hot, slimy folds…

“Welcome back to our Saturday Night special on Call at 3 AM…” Eleven didn’t even seem fazed by the speechless silence coming from you as she was too busy making sure the stream was perfect, “Joining me today is a woman that many of you…heh…are familiar with…” She gave you a soft smile before grabbing onto the camera and making it zoom closer on your face, the viewers instantly spamming the chat with heart emojis and bounties of cash, already kicking your night off with a plethora of fans.

“…Oh my, it seems that my viewers recognize you already.” Eleven cooed, using her free hand to tilt your head back to her before kissing the shell of your ear. As you were distracted, she grabbed the head of the camera and tilted it downwards to focus more on your cunt, the audience getting a high quality view of Eleven’s fingers sinking into your wet, velvety walls.

The squelching noises picked up from the mic were so lewd. So intimate. For a woman as innocent as Eleven seemed, she definitely knew what she was doing. “Let me hear those moans, pretty girl. I know you can be as loud as the lips down here.” She giggled and teased your entrance with another finger, the tip swirling little circles around your folds before slowly inching in. Right away your leg flinched at the third intrusion, walls spreading to accommodate all three of Eleven’s fingers while she wormed her way inside of you. Even if she couldn’t feel any pleasure herself, you could hear Eleven’s breaths falter as she felt you tighten so sweetly around her fingers.

“Oh…baby…” Eleven nearly whimpered, her voice making you quiver as she began thrusting her hand up and smacked her palm against your clit, “Enjoying yourself on my fingers? Our fans certainly are…”

She smiled and adjusted her hold on you so that your back was pushing harder against her breasts. Though currently overwhelmed with the sensation of Eleven’s lithe fingers curling up against that tiny spot you adore, you could feel just how turned on she was by how stiff her nipples were against your back. If you could turn around and suck them in your mouth you would, but she kept a firm grip on your hips and made you face the camera for all to see. Your craving for her breasts will have to wait…

“Uh uh…eyes on the camera, my good girl…” Eleven purred, eyes going half lidded at your adorable expressions, “Everyone wants to see you…give them a show why don’t you…? She laughed and pushed her fingers even deeper than they’ve ever been before, ripping a moan right out of your throat like a primal growl deep within. “Mmpf…right there, baby? Yeah? You like that…?”

She giggled and continued thrusting her digits faster, finger fucking you until all the chat could hear were your desperate little whines and Eleven’s slaps against your ass. “You’re such a natural at this…look at how many patrons are paying for our show, sweetie…”

Eleven groaned huskily before licking the side of your cheek, suddenly pushing you down on the bed with your ass up and stomach pressed against the sheets. “Don’t worry, chat…for tonight’s 3 AM special, we’ll be going all the way until dawn…. So hang tight, grab some lube, and just enjoy the show…” She winked playfully at the camera before hovering above you and caging you beneath her. “Stay like this for a little while longer, okay baby? We’re gonna be here for quite a while…”

She kissed your cheek before you felt the thick, stiff prodding of her strap push against your already sopping entrance, the rest of the night a dizzy blur, as all you could see were Eleven’s hair curtaining your head, and the spam of donations coming from the chat…

DEREN

“Ah, well would you look at that. Our first donation of the night and I haven’t even done anything…” Deren smiled lazily as she was currently laying against the bed with you on top of her, completely naked while Deren only wore her jacket and her boxers. Though she was just a director, she was also excellent at filming too, her hands steady on the camera while she gave all your viewers a mouthwatering shot of you about to ride Deren like no tomorrow.

“No strap. Boring?” Deren chuckled as she read one particular comment from the stream. “Oh, I’ve got something way cooler than a strap.”

Using her special sinner abilities, Deren was able to conjure up a growing cock from underneath her boxers, stretching the muscle against the cloth of her underwear, until you inevitably freed it by yanking the elastic down. Like a spring, it bounced up due to how hard it was, the blood immediately rushing to the tip and making Deren groan with pleasure. “Fuck…” she licked her lips as she made eye contact with you from behind the camera, the live chat going crazy as no one has ever seen anything like this before. “I shouldn’t have envisioned it so hard already…”

Yet although Deren was groaning to herself, you on the other hand were smirking and staring smugly at the camera. You were excited to collaborate with Deren for this exact reason; her S-Class sinner abilities that allowed her to make anything she fantasized into a reality.

“Are you just gonna sit there and drool at it, babe?” Deren rested her hands behind her head and looked up at you, chuckling, “Or are you gonna ride me like you promised to…?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at Deren’s smug attitude but decided to play along. As you angled your body to face the camera more clearly, you grabbed onto the base of her shaft and gave it a few, steady pumps, feeling along the girth and length of it. “Like it? I tried thinking of a size that best fit you,” Deren hummed, finding pleasure in the way your fingers wrapped around her stubby base. You nodded, clearly excited to get to the main course of your stream and show everyone just how good you could please another woman. Hovering just above her cockhead, you playfully ran your thumb over the tip before nestling it between your entrance, breath hitching as you slowly sank down on her length.

“Shit…” Deren suddenly cursed under her breath and weld her eyes shut, the feeling of your warm, hot pussy enveloping her making her head go dizzy with ecstasy. “Haven’t even started and you feel like heaven…”

She tried to play off the amount of pleasure she was feeling but couldn’t resist releasing a small moan when you sank all the way to the base. With just a bit of spit, lube and foreplay, you were already opening up so wonderfully for her, tight walls gripping at Deren like your life depended on it, all the while the director kept a firm hold on the camera. Despite her professionalism in this line of work, her hands were trembling from how good you made her feel, causing the livestream footage to be a little shaky…

“Heh…the watchers love you,” Deren comments, trying to avert your attention away from how pathetic she was being. “Why don’t you start riding me now? The audience is getting antsy for some action.”

She attempted to relax back against the pillows, before you suddenly bounced on her hips and made her choke on her spit. Instantly, it felt like she was going to pass out from how good she felt, your pussy swallowing her in and out every time you bounced on top of her. “Oh…b-babe…” her face went red with pleasure as the comments immediately flooded in, cooing over how cute you looked riding your director’s dick.

‘Not so smug now, are you?’ You couldn’t help but think, smiling before letting out the moans you held in while Deren’s fat cock plugged you whole. Sure, Deren was a professional when it came to shooting films and movies, but she sure as hell was inexperienced when in the place of the actor. As more donations and comments flooded in your comment section, you could only smile and listen to every suggestion Deren had to read; cockrings, sucking her off, fleshlights…? Oh, you were certainly going to have a fun time with your dearest director….

The poor woman was going to be an amateur at something after all…

BIANCA

With a shaky camera lens and Bianca’s eyes attentively focused on you, you sat sprawled out in front of her with a dildo in your hands currently thrusting into your cunt. When Bianca said she was an expert in filming things thanks to her job as a reporter, you believed her and let her collaborate with you on set. However, now that you actually had her helping you film one of your livestreams up close, you could see that Bianca’s “professionalism” was starting to slip through the cracks the more she watched you.

“A-Ah…you’re doing great!” Bianca’s voice cracked, sweat starting to drip down her face as she tried to keep herself from blushing. To be honest, just the sight of you naked in front of her was enough to make her nervous, legs clamping together to hide the wetness forming in her pants, all the while she tried to distract herself by reading some of the livestream comments.

“So many donations already! W-Wow…your fans really love you!” Bianca giggled, though there was an obvious lump in her throat from how much saliva was gathering in her mouth. Poor girl was drooling so much, her blue eyes trained on that ribbed dildo and silently wishing she was the one pushing it inside of you. “Hnn…many are suggesting for you to try the other toys next…”

Bianca couldn’t help but gulp as her eyes trailed over to the selection of toys you had prepared for yourself. Dildos of different colors, vibrators, nipple clamps, plugs, the broad selection made Bianca tremble as she imagined you in various positions with different things to make you scream. The urge to touch herself was strong, yet no matter how much she wanted to stuff her fingers down her pants and masturbate to the sight of you fucking yourself live on silicone, she was determined to keep filming.

You, of course, noticed just how riled up Bianca was getting judging by how much she was biting her lip. If you kept up like this for an hour or two, Bianca’s lips would be all bloody and blue. “You can touch yourself, my sweet camerawoman,” you assured softly, teasingly spreading your legs wider to give both your audience and Bianca a better view. “I’m sure my fans wouldn’t mind a little bit of shaky footage.”

A small gasp left Bianca’s lips as her knees practically buckled in excitement. Resisting the urge to just toss the camera away and tackle you to the bed to have her way, she eagerly pushed her pants down, fingers quickly finding her entrance and swirling them around while she kept watching you. “Oh…damn.” Bianca squeaked, smiling ear to ear while a blissful expression overtook her face. “I could get used to this. No wonder— mmpf, so many people pay to watch you. You’re like a movie star!”

Despite her excited tone, you could see just how much you were affecting her, her eyes half lidded in pleasure while the shuffling in her pants indicated how fast she was fingering herself. Her lips were slightly parted as if frozen between a moan and a whimper, her cute face going all pink with how hot her body was getting. “Nnnn feels so good…but…I wanna know if you feel good too…”

Despite not being supposed to talk much during the livestream, Bianca couldn’t keep her babbling mouth shut. She couldn’t help but whine about her needs to finger you and make you hers, to kiss those pretty lips and distract you while she grabs that dildo and shows you how much harder she could fuck you. “Wanna touch you so bad…ah…please…” chatty that she was, silently pleading for you to let her do something. “Please…please, I wanna touch you too…you look so good like this…”

Unable to resist her pretty begs any longer, you groaned and slid the ribbed toy out of you, using a finger to beckon her closer. “Alright…” you whispered breathlessly, pussy clamping over nothing now as it now craved to have something inside it once more. “Go ahead Bianca, I’m all yours…”

Your poor viewers could only watch as the camera shook and was scuffled away to prop itself on your desk. The angle was messy and the quality decreased a little, but no one really cared as they all watched in amusement when Bianca lunged herself at you. Ready to give the audience a show that she’d been wanting to do with you all night…

SHAWN

“Keep the camera on my good side. You’ll get more followers that way.”

Cocky that she was, yet Shawn was an interesting collaborator to work with, as her good looks and charisma instantly had your viewers swooning and spamming various donations in your comments for her to demolish you. She was definitely riding a high horse when you asked her to collaborate with you for your “special streams” but Shawn was quick to say yes. How could she ever turn down the opportunity to fuck a pretty girl like you? Especially in front of a live audience on the internet where she could display her talents in pleasing a woman.

“Ah, many of them seem to like me…” Shawn grinned as she watched all the oncoming messages spew out like flies. She was nonchalant, relaxed almost, if not for the fact that she had you gagging on her strap and drooling so prettily for the camera. “Make her choke some more?” Shawn tsked as she read another slew of comments, a bit impressed by how dirty your fans could be, “My, your viewers are quite the sadistic bunch, aren’t they?”

Shawn gently patted your cheek and gazed down at you rather condescendingly, her hand moving up to rest on the top of your head and nudge you down. “Ease down a little lower, pretty girl. You’re lucky I’m only nice to you.” She couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of ever being rough with you. While she knew you were able to take a bit of rough manhandling from her, she didn’t want to make her pretty girl cry (even though she knew you loved it when she made you cry during sex).

“Deeper…deeper…” Shawn exhaled shakily as she eased you down on her fake cock, eyes trained on the way you greedily slurped on her shaft like it was your last meal. The clear strings of drool that clung to the sides of your lips made Shawn shiver with rogue imagination. “Fuuuck, you’re good at this…” Shawn grumbled, grinning at the way you took it down like a champ, “Your cheeks look so cute when they’re full. We should have you suck me off more often…”

She laughed at the thought, accidentally pushing your head down further and causing you to choke on her strap. “Shit. Sorry, sorry…” she immediately softened and pulled you back so you could slide off, your drool clinging onto the warm silicone and attaching you to the tip by your tongue. Despite Shawn’s rare show of concern however, you brushed off her worries and gave her a look that indicated you wanted to do more. You weren’t here to be babied and coddled, you were here to get fucked and fucked good.

“Oh…oh…” Shawn’s face relaxed back into its nonchalant state, and she immediately smiled at your show of enthusiasm. “You’re tougher than I thought, kitten.”

She eased your mouth back down on her strap, grabbing onto the camera to make sure the audience got a full view of your lips wrapping around her head, the girth of it all was making your cheeks puff up as you continued to bob your head down on Shawn. The sight of you on your knees for her, gazing up at her with innocent, doe-like eyes was sending Shawn on a little power trip that made her eyes darken with lust.

“You know…as hot as you are throating my strap, I can’t help but think it’s lubed enough already.” She snickered a little before tilting your chin up to gaze at her, mouth still occupied with her dick, “On your knees once more, but this time…ass up.”

A flurry of comments quickly overwhelmed the live chat, reactions and donations alike clearly excited for what Shawn was about to do to you as she pushed you down into doggy position. “Make sure to get on this side. Yeah, this side is where the camera gets my best side.” She chuckled at her words before swirling the tip of her strap against your already soaked folds, her cockiness canceled out by the amount of cock she was going to put in you…

ANGELL

Dressed in an all dark mask that obscured Angell’s identity on stream, the only thing that your viewers could see through the camera lens; were the long dark locs of Angell’s hair, and the lewd facial expressions you made as your “mysterious guest” fucked you silly on her strap. Right away, your viewer count had exploded when your special guest revealed herself for your livestream of the night, leaving many of your viewers spamming heart emojis and comments all complimenting on how hot your guest looked while fucking you.

Despite wearing a mask, everyone could tell Angell was quite the looker. Strong, chiseled abs pulsing and flexing with each thrust of her hips, her defined jawline showing off how beautiful she was underneath the mask… Not to mention how hot her voice was whenever she grunted everytime you squeezed around her. Everything about your mysterious guest was alluring, and thanks to Angell, everyone was completely mesmerized (including you).

“S-Slower…Slower…” you whimpered, gripping onto her shoulders as she bulldozed into you at a pace only she could achieve. Her breathing was ragged and hot, her lust for you evident in the way she excitedly nipped at your neck. “Sorry… she grumbled softly, yet her pace barely slowed down, her body struggling to keep itself from thrusting even faster. “I’m…excited.”

Judging from the tips of her ears, Angell was blushing. For a woman as stoic as she was, you hadn’t expected her to be so soft and vulnerable around you, even when you couldn’t even see her face that well. It was clear that having you beneath her, legs pathetically wrapped around her waist and clinging to her like your life depended on it, really shook up Angell’s nerves as she wanted to be as close to you as possible.

Her abs met with the bare skin of your tummy, breath faltering as she pushed her faux cock even further. She was being so intimate, grumbling to herself as her calloused hands moved down to rest upon your soft belly, feeling the smallest of bulges appear whenever she thrusted in and out. “So deep…” she murmured to herself, mesmerized by the sight of her strap going so far, palm gently applying a bit of pressure on the bulge. You whimpered at the extra pressure, your walls clinging onto Angell’s shaft and keeping her locked in place. As she tried to slip out to thrust into you again, she found herself unable to, groaning at the feeling and holding onto your hips. “T-Tight…” she mumbled quietly, gently prying your legs off of her so she could move. “Relax…easy…”

Her words made your viewers gush about how soft she was being towards you. While Angell looked very intimidating and they expected a whole dominatrix session between you and her, Angell surprised everyone with how gentle she was, her fingers massaging your thighs so that your cunt could ease up a little, and allowing her to slide out once your walls finally relaxed.

Finally finding a rhythm she could work with, Angell continued her movements, using her arm strength to lift up off the bed and fuck you at an angle where her tip could brush against your sweet spot. When you immediately whined from how far Angell was spearing you, she took notice and hungrily continued to pound against that spot, making your body bounce pathetically from how hard she was ravaging you.

Various comments and donations poured in, all eager to see Angell destroy you even when she tried her best to be gentle.

“Make her cum!”

“Fuck her like you’re breeding her!”

“Make her clean you off later when she cums.”

As all the suggestions piled up, Angell snuck a glance at the chat and smiled a bit under her mask. Though it was hard to see, it was like a switch had gone off in her head as she began pistoning her hips even faster, her hands gentle but her pace outright brutal. It felt like you were about to cum soon given by how fast she was screwing you, your fingers grasping onto Angell’s back and clawing at it until you felt the band snap within your core.

Angell growled when she felt your release coat all over her strap and bed, the comments all excited when you finally came thanks to Angell’s efforts. While you took a breather and laid back on the bed to smile blissfully at the chat, it seemed that Angell had other plans, as she let you take a break for a few seconds before hovering her cum-stained strap over your lips. Shocked by how bold she was, you gazed up at Angell with curious eyes.

“One of them suggested you clean me off…” Angell murmured, a little shy but clearly willing as she pushed the tip to your lips. “And…I would like that.”

You only chuckled at her statement before leaning in and grabbing her soaked strap, wrapping your lips around the head and beginning to bob your head up and down.

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bloom-into-blue · 10 months ago

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ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕃𝕒𝕫𝕪 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣

summary: you're a single mother who verymuch wants a partner once more, and by a stroke of luck, your daughter leads you to a very special someone...

contents: fem!reader x angell, no mania au, reader had a husband before meeting angell, age gap (reader is in her early thirties, angell in her early twenties), reader is very obviously thirsty, some fluff, finge.ring, cunn.ilingus, transfem!angell

word count: 4.1k

author's note: this got so out of hand. i wanted just 1k, maybe 2k. this is my first fic in this blog and it's just showing how whipped i am for angell. good god. i am currently in my era where i wanna be a milf, so you get that this time, but maybe one day, the reader will fuck milf!garofano. maybe. also this is my first smut ever ever sooo feedback? feedback tonite queen?

things hadn't been going so well after your divorce, to say the least.

you have full custody of your daughter, yes, something you're eternally grateful for. a steady job, a nice place to call home, your beloved daughter, for all intents and purposes your life is as perfect as it gets!

but after 5 long years of marriage with an uncaring husband, one who you weren't sure you were attracted to to begin with, you find yourself feeling remarkably lonely. the touch of another, something that's been so scarce for so long, and simply knowing someone treasures you… your heart desperately longs for that. specifically, you find yourself craving a woman before a man, but as no one comes along, it's a somewhat fruitless thought.

alas, while you're a single mother, you enjoy the parenting side quite dearly.

after an uneventful shift at work and a stop by your daughter's school, you're heading back home with her holding your hand, the usual commute for the two of you for the past year or so once the divorce was finalized, though today you've taken a bit of a detour due to some construction work in your usual route. from the corner of your eye, you spot an ice cream vendor and smile to yourself; your daughter's been behaving rather well, it'd be nice to give her a treat today as a reward. “wait for me right here, alright?” you tell the little girl with a smile, then walk over to buy a popsicle for her.

barely a minute passes between leaving and coming back to your daughter, yet when you turn to face her, she's already walked away from where you left her. alarms blare in your head in less than a second, though as quickly as terror arrives, it leaves the second you spot her a few ways away, from where she calls out for you.

“mama, look! the nice lady has a kitty!”

still on edge, you approach your daughter and the woman who's crouching beside her while holding a cat. “hon, i’ve told you to not approach strangers-” you begin with a frown, though your eyes focus properly on the woman besides your daughter. her black hair with its white highlights, the leather jacket and her tank top, though it's not long enough to cover just a bit of navel that peeks out above her jeans, you can see her toned abs even as she crouches… quickly, you force your eyes to meet her golden ones, lest this stranger realize you're absolutely ogling her in broad daylight.

thankfully she doesn't notice, and if she does, she doesn't say it. instead, this stranger stands up to face you properly, making you realize just how much taller she is than you…

your daughter calling out to you curiously is what truly snaps you out of your stupor, and you nervously chuckle to yourself while handing her the popsicle you bought for her.

“s-sorry, i hope my daughter didn't inconvenience you,” you say to the unnaturally handsome woman.

she shakes her head lightly, then glances down at the cat by her feet. “don't worry, it's no trouble.”

while your daughter is delighted to be eating her ice cream, she still looks at the taller woman with a glint in her eye. “mama, can i keep playing with the lady and her kitty? pretty please?” your child begs between licks of her ice cream, and it's hard to say no to that sweet face and those puppy dog eyes. (part of you is glad she took after your side of the family entirely in the looks department)

“you can play with the kitty hon, but make sure to not bother the lady,” you warn with just a hint of firmness in your voice. with a happy cheer, your daughter goes on to pet the black cat, who doesn't seem to mind if his loud purring is any indication. the stranger before you smiles at the sight, a tiny grin at best, and you feel something in your heart throb at the sight.

…you realize you're acting like a lovesick schoolgirl as a grown woman, but you push the thought as far away as possible.

“seems he likes your kid. he's not this nice to most people,” you hear her say, which brings your attention back to the situation at hand. your gaze follows hers and you see your daughter, her popsicle partially melting in one hand while the other continues to pet the cat like he's the world's greatest treasure, and your quickly-developing crush is pushed briefly to the side, instead letting your heart focus on the adorable sight.

smiling, you nod your head. “she likes cats, though we don't have one right now.”

“hm. this one's clingy when he wants to be. usually he waits around this spot for me to come home from work.”

“oh, is that so?” mentally, you think it might be nice to take this route more often.

and that's how you first meet angell.

the more you get to know her, the more of a mess you realize she is.

the two of you chat for a few minutes at the end of each work day while your daughter plays with angell’s cat, a new addition to your peaceful routine. while you talk about your hobbies and your work sometimes, angell tells you she's a delivery worker for a well known restaurant here… but when you learn about her dietary habits, you don't know whether to pity her or be flabbergasted. it's a wonder she's a healthy and fit woman if she's always eating foods that may very well be expired by at least a month. it's quite the juxtaposition between her workplace and her actual food, which baffles you even more when you realize she's paid really well for a delivery worker.

it gets to the point where you start making lunches for all three of you, though you give angell hers at the end of each day. the first time you gave her that container with something as simple as pasta with some fried chicken on the side, yet the way she looks at you when she sees it… “for me?” she whispers with wide eyes, and you forever commit to memory the way her expression turns tender and fond and her cheeks flush. it's a herculean effort to not kiss her.

something else that's made you weak in the knees for this woman is that, much to your surprise, she starts playing with your daughter by letting her hang from her biceps and even spinning around with the child holding onto her, to your daughter's delight. it's become something that your daughter adores, and when she's laughing brightly and angell thinks you're not looking, you see the way the taller woman smiles softly at your child, only to become pink at the cheeks when she realizes you're watching her. angell is usually a rather stoic woman, so the rare sight of her being so bashful is one you realize you want to see more often.

at one point, you decide to invite her for dinner, something your daughter instantly cheers for. angell looks shocked at first, but she smiles and agrees with ease.

the three of you then walk back to your home, all while your daughter chants happily. “miss angell’s stayin’ with us! miss angell's stayin' with us!”

it's… nice. you didn't expect angell to be good with children when you first met, but this almost feels perfect.

when you arrive to your home, your daughter is quick to head back to her room to change from her school uniform, so with a fond sigh, you set your coat in the nearby rack and turn to angell with a little smile. “would you like to help me cook dinner?”

“i… i would like that,” angell replies in a low voice. this is the first time the two of you are alone together. hearing her voice like this, so smooth and deep… part of you wonders if you'll live past tonight.

angell takes off her leather jacket and puts it beside your coat, which prompts you to stare at the ground intensely in order to avoid gluing your eyes to the newly uncovered skin of her arms and shoulders, and the way her muscles move… focus, focus!

the two of you settle on making red bean soup at your suggestion, and it's a relatively easy affair with two pairs of hands working, even if angell's movements are clumsy and you gently have to guide her.

your daughter comes out of her room a few minutes later, and she's all smiles as she watches you and angell cook, though she quickly distracts herself by watching cartoons in the living room.

once more, you focus on the meal you're trying to prepare and the quiet woman you're trying not to kiss silly.

when you two are done preparing the soup, you move to grab three bowls so you all can eat while angell stirs it a bit to check its consistency. “it smells nice,” she murmurs.

“that's good to know,” you reply with a little smile, so focused on the bowls you're holding that, when you turn around, your front accidentally bumps into angell’s, and you remain close to her due to the kitchen's somewhat reduced space.

from this distance, you can see angell's golden eyes widen a fraction and her cheeks flush slightly, though your focus is more on the way her toned abs and her chest are flush against your own body, which makes your own cheeks redder than a tomato. your noses are almost brushing, and your eyes wander down to her soft lips.

“you're warm,” you hear angell muse quietly, and with a little squeak, you step back and turn away before even allowing yourself to imagine what it would be like to kiss her. faintly, you can almost hear her chuckling.

dinner is served a moment later, and soon, angell, your daughter and you sit together for a nice dinner, though the little glances you and angell exchange feel too charged to focus on anything but the taller woman.

midway through your dinner though, the sound of rumbling thunder crashes above your house, prompting your daughter to shriek fearfully and you to jump as well, while angell simply frowns. the sky had been clear during the trek to your home, but to think a storm was coming? just a few seconds later there's the sound of rain as well, slowly growing from a light drizzle into a heavy downpour. it's some hell of a background noise, something that puts your daughter on edge and makes you frown at her reaction.

angell, as always, surprises you though. “hey, it's okay. your mom and i will keep you safe from thunder,” she says with a totally straight face.

“r-really?” your daughter asks, clearly doubtful.

“yeah, really.” angell smiles at the girl and adds, “i'm strong enough to keep the two of you safe. that thunder won't come close to you, ever.”

your daughter's eyes widen at angell's confidence, and with that reassurance, she resumes eating her dinner happily. the sight, coupled with the gentle way angell reassured her, makes your heart feel light; you love seeing the two of them bond like this.

dinner happens uneventfully after that, though the rain remains as heavy as before, even when it's your daughter's bedtime. you reluctantly tell angell to wait for you in the living room while you tuck the little girl in for the night, worried about what the two of you should do now.

you refuse to let angell walk back home under the rain though.

“the storm doesn't seem to be letting up,” angell comments when you come back, her expression annoyed at the sight of the rain hitting the windows of your home.

it's then that an idea pops up in your mind, and before you can stop yourself, you open your mouth and say, “you could sleep here for the night.” hastily, you add, “i-if that's fine with you, of course.”

angells seems caught off guard at first, though her expression shifts into the smallest smile as if she were… shy? “i’d like that. better than walking under the rain.”

smiling to yourself in both relief and delight, you take angell's hand and guide her to your bedroom, realizing that her cheeks turn a slight pink when she notices where you're headed. the sight is beyond adorable and makes your smile wider.

in the bedroom, you rummage through your clothes trying to find something that angell can use as sleep wear, eventually finding an oversized sweater and a pair of loose shorts, though the sweater seems to fit angell's form just fine once she comes out of the bathroom wearing your clothes. she smiles when she notices you staring, though you quickly tear your gaze away from her form.

you take your own combination of a long-sleeved shirt and shorts before heading to the bathroom to change as well, then come back out to find angell sitting on your bed, as if waiting for you like an obedient pup.

“should i sleep in the living room sofa?” she asks before standing up to face you.

“oh, no no, we can just share my bed!” you say cheerfully without thinking. a mere millisecond later you realize what you just said, and your cheeks go red at your own suggestion.

angell, bless her, simply smiles. “alright. it is kinda cold tonight,” she remarks.

while you still feel bashful about your faux pas, this response is one that makes your heart skip a beat.

when the two of you get under the covers together, there's a bit of a distance that separates you from angell, though she sighs softly before inching closer and wrapping her arms around you like it's nothing, somehow. your eyes go wide and you feel your cheeks grow warm, and from this distance her golden eyes draw you in, just as they did when you first met.

“is this alright?” she asks almost nonchalantly, but you've grown used to her, you think. the underlying nervousness and shyness in her tone are not some product of misplaced illusion.

“it’s… more than alright.”

“…good.”

she holds you close, the rain still falling as little more than background noise, and the two of you simply… lay together. you allow your eyes to scan her face, even though you're both supposedly going to sleep now, and manage to catch her eyes traveling down to your lips, then flickering back up as if she didn't want to get caught.

so it's mutual, you think as a little smile rises to your face. “how about we stop this little game, why don't we.”

it's adorable how her lips form a little pout, clearly showing her puzzlement at those words, though all confusion flees when she feels your lips against hers, and instead you're rewarded with a quiet, soft grunt before her lips move in tandem with yours. your hands go down to hold her waist as she kisses you, and in return angell's hands rise to tangle her fingers through your hair.

she's inexperienced, you can tell by the way her teeth clash against yours sometimes, but that doesn't change how heavenly angell feels, how gentle she is despite clearly wanting to do even more.

at this point though? you're both equally desperate.

you pull away, just a few inches, and she's already whispering against your lips, “can we do more?”

you want to feel scandalized, almost. she's barely started kissing you and she already wants to do more, and yet… “i… so long as we're quiet,” you reply in a hushed whisper, but that's all it takes for angell to kiss you once more, though there's a hunger to her motions that goes entirely unrestrained now.

“you make my heart all… crazy,” angell murmurs against your lips, then pulls away to start leaving open mouthed kisses across your jaw, then neck, and soon she's silently asking for permission to lift your shirt by playing with the hem of it. you nod almost too eagerly.

angell takes in the sight of your bare front as she lifts your shirt up, and while you feel self-conscious for a second as you think of your stretch marks and extra weight, she's quick to reassure your insecurities in the way her lips continue their sloppy journey down the expanse of your skin, stopping at the valley of your breasts to nip and kiss at each tit.

“you're beautiful.”

“so… stunning.”

“you taste so good.”

if her mouth weren't working wonders across your body, you'd pull angell up to kiss her silly once more.

your hand tangles itself in her hair as she keeps going, and you bite your lip to avoid gasping loudly, for her mouth has wrapped itself around your nipple and god, she's driving you crazy.

the very tip of her tongue circles your areola, the sensation too much and yet not enough at the same time, before your grip on her hair tightens the second angell starts flicking the bud of your nipple properly, then she presses her tongue flat against the sensitive skin. she's not inexperienced, you realize, simply needy, hungry, eager.

angell lets go of your nipple with a quiet pop, and it's then that you realize she's pulled your shorts and underwear down while you weren't paying attention. “a-angell?” you call, though you want this as much as she does.

she hums curiously in response, and her lips kiss down your navel, until she's right next to the place where you need her most, where she plants a soft kiss to your inner thigh and makes direct eye contact.

“n-nevermind. carry on.”

she chuckles, the little devil. “thanks, babe.”

oh, you're going to lose your mind.

angell then dives right in, delivering almost teasing licks to your lower lips like she suddenly wants to take her time with you, uncomfortably akin to a cat playing with its prey. while she teases you with barely any pressure, you throw your head back, because this is still the first time someone has touched you like this in a long time.

and yet, it's everything you need. she's everything you need.

it takes her a few minutes, but suddenly, angell's already pushing two fingers inside your aching cunt, and this time you actually have to cover your mouth to avoid letting out a loud cry. angell takes it as a sign to be even more bold, and soon she's wrapping her lips around your clit and sucking while her fingers move in and out, then press down and curl right up against that gummy spot that has your toes curling in an instant. you realize she's started to grind her hips against the bed, but by god, you cannot focus on anything that isn't her mouth and fingers.

“god, angell, please-” you whimper quietly, only to muffle another moan when she increases the pace of her fingers, pumping in and out with a squelching noise. you can feel angell smiling as she lets go of your clit, as if she were savoring each reaction she gets out of you.

“don't worry, babe. i’ve got you,” she rasps against your drenched folds, the vibrations absolutely adding to the stimulation that's already making you bite your hand just so you can remain quiet. between that and the way her fingers fill your pussy, she's making you see stars.

your back arches while angell eats you out, but the second you let out another quiet gasp, she pulls away her mouth and fingers as if she could feel you were close to cumming.

angell chuckles at the way you whine, feeling empty now that her fingers don't fill you up anymore. “sorry, i just can't hold back anymore. really feels like i’m going crazy,” she whispers as she rises up from between your thighs.

you curiously raise an eyebrow, but before you can ask about what she means, angell pulls the shorts you lent her down. her dick is hard, tip red and coated in precum, clearly showing just how riled up eating you out has left her.

your eyes widen at her size, though you quickly realize angell almost looks nervous now, and that's enough for your expression to soften instantly.

“c'mere, honey,” you prompt gently, and the second angell leans down with her torso hovering over yours, you pull the sweater she's wearing off of her, leaving her bare for you to see in all her glory.

while she seems genuinely embarrassed at first, all it takes for her to relax is you gently cupping her cheek. just like that, those golden eyes you love so much gaze at you with lust and affection once more.

her chest, soft and pliant, presses against yours while the tip of her cock brushes against your cunt in a way that leaves you both eager for more.

“i'm going in now. last chance to back out,” she whispers against your ear.

“sweetheart, please just hurry,” you beg a moment later. angell holds back a soft laugh at just how eager you sound, and she decides she's done teasing you for tonight, just because she finds you cute.

you let out a soft sigh before gasping against her neck. angell grunts at the same time, slowly and gently pushing her cock inside you and filling you up in a way that feels wonderful. she shivers above you, breathing ragged and warm against your skin, and you wrap your arms around her back.

she lets you adjust, because this woman is as sweet as she's quiet, whispering about how good it feels, how you take her so well, how warm and tight you are around her cock.

soon the feeling isn't enough, and you whisper with utter need, “please… take me, angell.”

“i'd love nothing m-more,” she replies in a breathless murmur.

she pulls her hips away until the tip of her weeping length is the only thing that remains inside, then slams herself right in like it's natural for her, dragging a startled gasp from you due to how intense it is, how intense the pleasure is. you're quick to bury your face into your pillow, biting it to avoid letting out too loud a noise while angell does her best to keep her groans and whimpers quiet.

“god, you feel s-so tight,” she says while thrusting her hips into yours again, her pace slow yet hard. it's like she wants to focus on your pleasure, yet her own hunger drives her into increasing the pace of her hips.

soon she's relentless and almost growling against the skin of your neck, her hands gripping your hips almost possessively while she thrusts her cock in and out of you. all you can think about is her, her hands on your body, her lips on your neck, angell, angell, angell.

at one point, angell grips the back of your knees and pushes them back against your chest, all while thrusting relentlessly against your body, and the pleasure is already coiling in ways you hadn't even felt before in your life.

“i'm close, ‘m close,” you gasp while trying to stay silent, yet angell makes it so damn hard as she grunts against you.

“go ahead. let go, please, cum ‘round my, please,” she begs, and it's obvious that this song and dance of yours was going to end like this from the start.

with a strangled gasp, your mouth falls open and you cum around angell like she so eagerly pleaded for, leaving a white, frothy ring around the base of her length in just a few thrusts. the sight makes angell let out a sound between a grunt and a whine, and she bites down onto your shoulder before pulling out and stroking herself to completion, cumming all over your tummy while quietly gasping against your skin. the bite only adds to your pleasure, even with the slight pain that follows.

once she's done milking her own cock, angell flops down on top of you and lets go of your shoulder, her breath coming out in tired pants that match your own uneven breathing.

you let her lay there gladly, going as far as to stroke her hair before pressing a kiss to her forehead. angell hums at the sensation, then pays you right back with a kiss right on the center of her bite mark.

“be my girlfriend?” she asks, sounding satisfied yet drowsy.

with a tired little giggle, you continue to run your fingers against her scalp. nuzzled against you like this, she once again reminds you of a cat.

“you did it a bit out of order, love.”

#ptn women x reader #ptn x reader #path to nowhere smut #ptn smut #ptn angell x reader #ptn angell smut #path to nowhere x reader #path to nowhere angell x reader

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bunnivez · 10 months ago

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pookie... alpha zoya in rut for the event please 🙏 make it 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂

Comment: AAAAA ZOYA CAN RUIN ME ANYTIME ANYDAY… Some fluff at the end because it’s important :p

જ⁀➴ … Event .. This event is omegaverse themed

You didn’t even question the fact that she has been getting handsy these past few days. Getting awfully close to you, wrapping her arms around you, sometimes touching you like squeezing your thigh, the fat of your hip, trailing her fingers over your stomach, even knead your breast. However you would always just brush it off as her being affectionate or playful.

Until there was a day where it finally hit you. Suddenly you were pinned against the wall by Zoya, your knees weak as you inhaled her scent. She was in heat. Why didn’t she tell you sooner?

The thing is, Zoya thinks she can control her urges on her own— and she can, during her ruts she is more calm, more controlled, but this time it was different. It was stronger than usual, and just seeing you clean a bit around the room unaware made her so much more needy for you. The need to rip off your clothes, mark your skin, leave her mark inside you; it was overwhelming.

Right now she has you on all fours, face buried on the soft pillow as your moans and cries were muffled. Her cock was so deep inside you, it made it extra hard for you to breathe with how full you felt.

You don’t even remember how many times you have reached your peak, just that this has been going on for what feels like hours. She would make you bounce on her cock, missionary, mating press, to the side, everything.

All you can think about is how good she feels inside you, stretching your pussy so good, occasionally rubbing on your swollen, throbbing clit with her thumb. The way Zoya’s hips smack against yours as she keeps hitting that sweet spot deep inside you.

Your thighs were wet, covered with a mixture of yours and Zoya’s cum. You don’t even know many times you have orgasmed, or how many loads Zoya thrusted inside your abused cunt— just that this has been going on for some good hours.

You could hear Zoya’s heavy panting, her groans, her growls, the feeling of her hand on your lower tummy— feeling the bulge disappearing and appearing with every thrust she makes, knowing full well that’s where she will fill you to the brim, as if she hasn’t already filled you to your limits.

“Fuck! You’re so fucking tight, so fucking tight…” Another low groan left her lips “I am going to fill this pretty cunt with my cum, shit! Mhhhn….” You felt her lean down to bite your shoulder making you whine weakily. She licks the bite before making her way to your neck, sucking on the soft skin as her free hand grabs on your soft breast.

“Zoya~! T-too much~!!” You moaned, there was no denying how fucked out you are. A babbling mess, crying and moaning desperately.

“You look so pretty, stuffed full of me, a moaning fucking mess.” She growls as her thrust become more slower but deeper, her knot was forming on the base of her cock, but that didn’t stop her from moving.

“You gonna be a good omega and let me cum inside this pretty cunt? Yeah? Yeah?” She asked breathlessly. Suddenly she pushed her knot inside you, making you cry and cum hard around her once again.

She growled at the feeling of you clenching around her cock tighter as you cum, until she couldn’t hold it back anymore and filled you once again in your overfilled cunt. She has filled you so much to the point where you felt it leak out of you, dirtying the sheets underneath you even more.

It felt like hours passed by, locked by the knot until Zoya finally calmed down. Slowly, she pulled out, gently turning you around so your back is pressed against the mattress, and with so much love and adoration— she pressed her lips against yours.

One of the many things you loved about Zoya was how gentle and affectionate she was after your long sessions. She knows how rough she can be, especially during her ruts. She is aware she can lose her control sometimes, but at the end it’s all worth it, and she takes care of you.

Your body aches, you feel sore; but you can’t complain. Not when you are being held by your alpha as she smothers you in kisses and praises. Not when she cleaning you and asking if you need anything.

“You did so good baby.” She says and lays down beside you, pulling you closer to her as she tugs a strand of hair behind your ear, “You looked gorgeous.” She whispered before placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Although, you should get rest. I may be calm now but tomorrow I might get the urge to fuck you all over again.” She chuckled as you rested your head on her chest, closing your eyes as you hear her heartbeat.

It is true, tomorrow will also be exhausting, and it will be like that for probably even the whole week. However you don’t mind, not one bit, especially if it means you get to help your alpha and experience the pleasure she gives you over and over again.

𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐳 — Do not copy, plagiarize, or repost any of my work without permission, and most of all— don’t claim my work as yours!

#path to nowhere #ptn #ptn x reader #path to nowhere x reader #ptn zoya #zoya ptn #path to nowhere zoya #zoya path to nowhere #zoya x reader #zoya smut #ptn zoya x reader #zoya x reader smut #ptn smut #path to nowhere smut #smut zoya

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mubabee · 1 year ago

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Genderbent!Chelsea! She’s one of my favs in PTN.

I said it before. Chelsea would still call herself baby mama even when genderbent.

#x reader #ptn #path to nowhere chelsea #path to nowhere x reader #path to nowhere #y/n #y/n x character #x y/n #ptn x reader #ptn chelsea #chelsea #chelsea x reader #art #digital art #genderbent path to nowhere

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blueberryfenecfox · 5 months ago

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characters that I personally think would love a chubby reader (coming from someone who’s chubby)

Genshin impact

FURINA, ARLECCHINO ,navia,mulani,Eula, JEAN,SHENHE ,BEIDOU, LAYLA,DEHYA

Honkai starail

STELLE, FEIXIAO, sparkle, silver wolf, Acheron, YUKONG, Robin, FUGUE, KAFKA

Reverse 1999

Tennant, ARGUS, Medicine pocket, Centurion

Path to nowhere

CINNABAR, RAHU, Cabernet, iron, KYORRYN, ANGELL,Shawn, Zoya, Langley

Special mention

VENTI

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amphibiahawks321 · 4 months ago

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[Bai Yi and Zoya walk side by side while as usual Bai Yi keeps talking about a certain topic to Zoya...]

Bai Yi : You can keep denying it, Zoya, but we All know you and Y/N has something going on, it's not usual for someone such as yourself to hold onto her subordinate's cheek all lovey dovey like

Zoya : Sighs... And I keep telling you, you're wrong yet you're still so persistent about this, there's nothing between us–

Bai Yi : Hmm? Chuckles... Oh, really? Then you won't mind if I test something out

[Before Zoya can react, Bai Yi suddenly speeds up, walking ahead toward Y/N, who is standing nearby, unaware of their conversation]

Zoya : What... Are you doing...

Bai Yi : Oh nothing, just trying to prove a point

[Bai Yi smirks and suddenly sneaks up behind Y/N, gripping a bit tightly on the back of his neck immediately making him yelp and completely blushing]

M!Reader blushing : Zoya, A-Are you crazy... N-now?—.....

[Y/N quickly turns around, was very much expecting to see Zoya—but immediately freezes when he saw Bai Yi]

M!Reader blushing : ......

Bai Yi : Chuckles... Judging by his reaction–Told ya so!

[Bai Yi starts walking away with her arms wrapped above her head with a smirk, Zoya groans, walks up and stands beside Y/N]

Zoya : Tch.. Sighs... She's lucky I have more important things to do than argue with her....

M!Reader : I am so sorry...

[Zoya bends down a little, places her head onto his shoulder and puts a hand onto his hair and starts petting his hair]

Zoya : Not your fault, pup, Chuckles... is that really your response if I were the one doing that?~—

Bai Yi : Oooooo~ isn't that just such an adorable nickname—

Zoya : GET OUT!

#male reader #path to nowhere #path to nowhere x reader #reader x path to nowhere #ptn x reader #reader x ptn #ptn #zoya x reader #reader x zoya

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beiibeiii · 10 months ago

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Imagine the girlies who has a coat who makes us wear her coat during sex 👀

Like imagine shalom, rahu, kafka ,yelan and others omg

OMG THATS IS REALLY HOT.. 👀 I ADDED CHAMELEON CAUSE I THOUGHT SHE FIT THIS! (AND MY BBY @aixeko WANTED HER) SORRY THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN THE INBOX FOR MONTHS NOW.. WHOOPS..

smut under cut

shalom has your wrists tied tightly with her leather belt. your sat in her lap with your arms are around her neck. her leather jacket draped on your shoulders, covering your back. you can feel the leather rub against you every time you bounced up and down on her fat dick. your tits bounce up and down with each movement as her cock reaches the deepest parts of you. constantly hitting against that sweet spot.

her hands are gently placed on your hips, helping you ride your nth orgasm out. your eyes squeeze shut, giving her a pornographic moan as your bury your head in her shoulder. the soft praises of her voice makes your spine shiver. your moans are heavenly, in contrast with her rough jacket.

"there we go, thats a good girl."

rahu who pounds right into your tight little cunt at a unforgiving pace. her cock slams into you, hammering her way through your tight walls. shes got your plush thighs pushed up against your stomach, in a mating position. her fac jacket doing nothing to cover your cleavage. she groans and grunts loud into your ears. you dont know whether that turns you on more than getting fucked with her coat.

she tells you how good shes going to fuck you, how bad she wants to cum inside. eliciting loud moans from your throat, mixing with the loud squelching noises of her massive cock ramming into you with no remorse. your face contours into pure pleasure. your head thrown back as your walls spasm around her as she hits your cervix effortlessly. rahu can see that bulge in your stomach every time she fucks her fat cock inside. her pupils dilate. her grip on your thighs tighten, fucking with more fervour.

"so pretty for me.. so good.."

kafka who has you on your hands and knees, fucking you from behind. seeing your pretty back covered with her most prized coat. fuck it turns her on so much. her cock goes nice and slow, taking her sweet time. its absolutely agonising. shes goes slow and deep. you whine and whine, begging her to go faster. she rubs you ass telling you to be patient. you let out small shaky mewls. your eyes flutter shut in desperation.

she loves the way you clamp around her so fucking desperately. you swallow her cock in so perfectly. your knees and arms tremble, you feel spineless. you can feel her lazy smirk gazing down at you. she loves seeing you break under her. oh my god.. shes such a tease. shes just so.. so painfully slow. her cock forms a creamy ring around the base. you were so wet and you hadn't even cum once. you beg and beg for kafka to go faster. she chuckles lightly. her hand gives your ass a small pat. her hands sliding on your back under her coat to grab your hips. her pace finally starts to pick up. the filthy sound of skin slapping together starts to pick up.

"such a desperate girl aren't you? hold on tight now."

yelan who ties you arms behind you back with her hydro strings. her fluffy coat tickles your back with every movement. your back arches at each small feathery touch. yelan has her cock in your mouth. you suck her off lazily and desperately. her massive cock makes you gag, but you take it just for her. she lets out groans as her hands find their way in your hair. her velvety voice telling you how good your doing for her. you bob your head up and down, sucking her more. your mouth was so sore. your eyes look up at her tearily from pleasure. her cock sliding in and out your warm mouth.

she was so heavy against your tongue. you can feel your throat spasms at her shear size. she tasted so fucking good. her hips would occasionally roll forwards, helping you take her cock. you felt your heat arise from your cunt. strings of your wetness coating the wooden floor, forming a small puddle in between your thighs. you finally get her off. she shoves your head to her hips with a moan. you whimper around her cock, taking her whole as her warm, salty cum floods your throat. you pull away, trying to keep all her her cum in your mouth. dripping from the corner of your lips and down your chin.

"so obedient. swallow, its my turn now"

chameleon who has her coat draped onto your shoulders. your hands in her hair as she eats you out. her tongue pumping in and out of your wet cunt. the slurping noises she makes are loud. her nose would nudge your clit, making your back arch. her pace was fast, sucking and licking at your pussy. smushing her spit and your wetness together. you tasted so fucking good to her. her hands were holding your thighs wide open for her to ravish. greedily lapping you up for herself. her eyes would look up at you seductively as she eats you out. you start hearing her teasing voice in your head. asking you if you liked this . how good you tasted. you moan out at her words.

your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your grind your hips into her face, more needy now. she knew what she was doing to you. she hums into your pussy, the vibrations making your hips spasm, whimpers eliciting from your throat. god she was so good. her wet muscles explores your insides, rubbing against your warm walls. your thighs close up against her head, that turned her on so much. she continues lapping up your folds, mumbling into your pussy.

"tastes..so good."

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strwbmei · 1 year ago

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summary: what could've happened if angell chose to be selfish for once

contains: desperate/emotional sex, transfem!angell, fem!reader, angell tops, marking, creampie, cunnilingus, fingering, angst no comfort, whatever the opposite of reunion sex is, parting sex???, mentions of crying but not in a sexy way, mentions of blood (also not in a sexy way), tw kidnapping, but you kind of learn to live with it, whatever the hell is going on in angell's event, everything is consensual and soft despite the alarming tags, mentions of drugs but it's unrelated to the smut, unresolved feelings on both sides, tw murder unrelated to smut, devirginifying sex i forgot what it was called, set in between Ditty Nightsong and Angell's interrogation

pairing(s): angell x chief!reader

a/n: I HAD to write this after finishing her event. Seeing Angell and the chief slowly get along despite their circumstances was such a treat. Also, first PTN fic!

You're tidying Angell's room up, careful to not make any noise since you don't want to wake her. Seeing the piles of pillows and clothes on the floor, you can't help but sigh. How has she lived like this for so long?

A faint song plays in the background. It's obvious the record player has seen better days—it's one of the more used appliances in this house. The song playing is the one Angell listens to while on the job. Huh.

Days are passing by, living this lie,

Not knowing what we're looking for,

As you dust off the furniture, you can't help but smile faintly. A change of pace like this is nice once in a while. Your only worries are preparing meals and doing maintenance around the house, which Angell doesn't even require you to do. Just something to keep you busy, you suppose.

It helps that she isn't a picky eater. Despite your lackluster culinary skills, Angell finishes each meal without complaint. She's even made a few positive comments lately. Maybe you should try making a meal for the sinners once you return to the MBCC.

Oh. Right. You're returning to the MBCC.

Gray, these walls are gray and there's no sky.

There is no hope, there is no soar.

I know somewhere there must be more.

It feels... weird to admit, but you've grown fond of this lifestyle. A domestic life with Angell like this is comforting, as long as you don't consider the fact that she'll definitely hand you over to her client as soon as she gets in contact with them.

Maybe you're just like the goldfish in her apartment, swimming blissfully in their tank as they stay oblivious to the outside world. You doubt Angell would be able to take care of them if she moves houses again.

You gather the clothes from the floor, catching a whiff of dried blood and sweat. Yikes. You wouldn't be surprised if the tank top you were holding had a whole ecosystem inside of it. It wouldn't hurt to wash these later, you think to yourself.

Just as you're about to finish putting the clothes away, you feel someone suddenly pull you into a tight hug, as if you'd escape from their grasp otherwise. It's Angell. You can hear how shaky her breathing is. It seems she had a bad dream.

"Don't go,"

The words Angell had been holding herself back so desperately not to say inevitably leave her, like a clock knowingly marching towards the hour of its death. She's glad that you can't see her right now with how her lips are quivering. You can still feel her hands trembling around you, though.

It's all so stupid. Angell is so stupid. She let herself get used to you, your warmth, and your kindness akin to sunlight so bright it hurt her eyes. And where has that gotten her? Naive; borderline delusional. Possibly dead, too. What have you done to this assassin, Chief of the MBCC?

"Please."

You feel as if you're meeting Angell for the first time when she says this. She has never acted like a dangerous hitman at home, but she has never acted so... desperate, either. You don't mind seeing another side of her, but the sudden change in demeanor is perplexing.

"Angell?" You call out. The woman's grip on you gets ever so slightly tighter in response. "Everything's okay. I'm here." You're not going anywhere—or so you'd like to say. Your relationship with her, if you could even call it that, is already far too filled with lies for you to add one more.

You can feel Angell's muscles tense around you. She holds her strength back, protecting you as if you were but a candle flickering in the wind. You feel safe. "Sorry. Did I wake you up?" Although most of Angell's actions are obscured from your vision, you can feel her shake her head.

"Don't leave me."

The two of you are captive and captor. Not roommates, and most certainly not lovers for Angell to say such things. She could end your life at this very moment if she so wished. So why is it that Angell is the one who finds herself powerless in your grasp?

You stay silent. If you were being honest, you don't want to leave her either. But the world doesn't work that way. You have responsibilities; the both of you. There are more pressing matters for you to handle than adjusting the hands of a clock and feeding goldfish.

Angell knows this. She values professionalism and credibility far more than her personal preferences. That's the only reason why she kept you here in the first place. Which is why you don't understand what exactly has gotten into Angell; what has pushed her to give up her creed like this.

Sensing the mutual hesitation in the air, Angell pushes you down onto the bed. Her eyes are slightly swollen and red, as if she had just been crying. You wonder what she had been dreaming about. You want to comfort her.

In this state, she'll listen to whatever you say, whatever falsehoods you feed her. Tell Angell everything will be alright and that your time together won't end. She'll believe you this once, even if it leads to her death.

You're pinned under Angell's weight, but you aren't afraid. There's something about her that ironically makes you feel safe, despite how aloof she can be. Angell doesn't shy away from your touch, either, even if she knows that you could use your shackles on her. "Angell..." Your hand reaches up to cup her cheek. She instinctively leans into it. "You're not alone anymore."

Angell's eyes widen uncharacteristically from your words. She tries to act unaffected, but you feel her breath hitch. Is it true? The walls she had built around herself to shield herself from others had eventually turned into a prison isolating her from the rest of the world. Could Angell... really break them down?

She does what feels most natural and leans in to seal your lips in a passionate kiss. It's desperate like a symphony of sorrow, yet as gentle as if she were handling a delicate flower. Angell's inexperience is clear.

How unfair. A kiss is something that you should only share with someone that you love.

And still, you return it just the same. You mirror her fervor as you chase after her lips, your elbows propped on the mattress to hold you up. Its softness and warmth is a pleasant surprise. Most likely because Angell only used to sleep on the couch before you came into her life.

She detaches herself from your lips after what felt like forever and a day. Angell's brows are furrowed, and her eyes are hesitant. She gazes at you as if to ask, is this really okay?

Whether she's asking if this is okay with you or if it's okay for her to indulge in her desires for once, you have no idea. It doesn't matter. The answer to both questions remains the same.

This time, you're the one to pull her into a passionate make-out. Angell groans, eagerly savoring each kiss as if it'll be her last. You brush her hair away from her face.

"Everything will be alright." You promise, both to yourself and the to woman in front of you. But you're wrong. How could Angell ever be fine without you?

She can abandon this house, her pride, or even her life if need be. But you? Oh, god, not you. How could you get Angell used to your warmth and kindness, just to rip it all away from her?

It'd be less cruel to treat her with mockery and disdain. It's what Angell is used to and it's what she believes she deserves.

"No," she says firmly. She buries her face into your chest, her arms wrapped around your waist. "Don't go." For some unknown reason, Angell is convinced that you're going to leave.

There are still a few days until the "gig" she took expires, and even then, she can choose what she wants to do with you afterward. Angell could keep you locked up here for as long as she wants, and you wouldn't be able to do a thing.

But she isn't that kind of person.

Angell doesn't belong with those scum on the dark web. Her heart is unadulterated by the filth surrounding her, and despite how she acts, you know Angell loves helping people deep down.

"I'm here." You comfort her. Once again, you have to stop yourself from telling her that you'll stay. It seems you accidentally said that out loud, though. "...Liar." Angell mumbles, lips now trailing along your jaw and neck.

Sighing in bliss, you remove your coat to give her more space to work with. You toss it to a corner of the room. You'll clean it up again later. Her hands roam around your torso, exploring to find the buttons of your shirt.

Frantically, Angell works to remove them. She rushes as if she's going to lose you any moment now, not even bothering to remove her own clothes yet. "Don't go..." Angell pleads again before her mouth bites softly from your collarbone to your breasts. She unclasps and removes your bra as she goes.

"Angell..." You sigh her name as she fondles one of your breasts. She touches you with a gentleness she's never shown anyone else. When Angell looks up at you, her eyes reflect an emotion that you can't identify.

Longing? Regret? Lust? You can't tell. Honestly, you don't know how you feel about her either. You thought that Angell was weird at first, but you always believed that she had a good heart. You've grown fond of her as time passed—too fond. Angell isn't the only one wearing her heart on her sleeve, apparently.

For the first time, she calls your name. Not "Chief," but your name. God, it's stupid how such a simple thing has your heart racing when you're literally about to fuck. Since when has your kidnapper gotten you so smitten?

Angell's hands, strong albeit a bit slim, map out every plane on your body. She savors the feeling of each curve and dip and takes her time etching it into her memory. Lips work to kiss every inch of your now exposed skin, occasionally leaving small bite marks.

Not once has Angell treated you like the Chief of the MBCC. She knows of your identity and the good deeds you've done, yet she treats you like any other person. It's one of the many qualities you've grown to love about Angell.

The atmosphere in the room gets warmer, and you use it as an excuse to take off her leather jacket. The other woman is left in her tank top and pants. The prominence of her collarbones sadden you, although it's gotten better since the first day you were brought to this safehouse. You wish she'd take care of herself more.

Angell's hands stop at your belt. You enjoy the few seconds of her struggling with herself before she speaks up. "Can I...?" You smile at her consideration for you, making sure that you're fine with what she's doing. "Yeah. Go ahead."

Office wear is such a hassle to take off, you think to yourself as you help Angell take off your pants. Are all those layers really necessary? Again, the piece of clothing is tossed away to god-knows-where.

Immediately, the woman pounces back on you, now leaving kisses along your stomach as she holds onto your hips. You trace her scars softly with your fingers. You can't imagine the hardships that Angell has been through. You're happy to provide any sort of respite to her.

In the moment Angell stops to look up at you, there is an undeniable air of sadness and guilt. In an attempt to cheer the woman up, you tuck her hair behind her ears and attempt to tease her. "Don't miss me too much."

As you expected, Angell stays silent. You can feel her relax a bit, though—that's a win in your book. She finds comfort in how you never change. Angell slowly dips the pad of one of her fingers into your folds, careful not to hurt you. "Mm... Angell..." You bite back a moan.

"You can go faster. I can take it." You reassure the woman through heavy breaths. It's honestly embarrassing how wet you are, but Angell takes it as a sign that she's doing good. She's become more confident; now thrusting her finger inside of you all the way, albeit still at a gentle pace.

Angell is observant. She looks for what motions earn the most positive reaction from you with an almost deadpan look on her face as if she's not literally fingerfucking you into the mattress. It shows how focused she is on making you feel good.

"Is this your first time?" Angell asks suddenly. She doesn't look at you. "Yeah... Why?" You respond. Angell stays quiet, continuing the movement of her fingers. The question caught you a bit off guard. She didn't seem like the type to refuse to mess with virgins or care about the status of anyone's virginity in general.

Just when you let out a moan from her grazing your g-spot, a realization hits you. This is Angell's first time, too. You doubt she's ever had any real romantic experience before, much less sexual. It's no wonder she seems so nervous. You make a mental note to reassure and praise her.

Angell takes notice of how you let out a sound whenever she grinds against a specific place and abuses the same location with each thrust of her fingers. When she sees you trying to grind against her hand, (because of how good it feels, but she doesn't know that) she takes it as a sign that you need more.

"I'm going to add another finger," Angell says more like a statement than a question, but she waits for your approval before doing so anyway. You've never felt so full. Her years of experience using a sword have calloused her hands ever so slightly, and although you feel bad for what led her to a life of crime, damn did it feel good rubbing against your walls.

Angell loves the way you moan her name. She can't get enough of it; she wants to hear it roll off your tongue like a starving wolf longing for prey in the dead of winter. She listens to the sound of each letter eagerly, as if engraving it into the very essence of her soul. She wants you to say her name over and over again, and only hers. As is in the present and as will be in the future.

Angell's own selfishness surprises her. Maybe she's just like the greedy criminals she has both killed and worked for. Angell has never denied the possibility—she's not the saint that you think she is. There is blood on her hands, and not even the purest of oceans can wash it away. She has long since come to terms with her fate of isolation.

You arch your back into her touch, your arms wrapped around her back. If not for the tank top she was wearing, you're sure you would've left some claw marks along it's broadness already. You have to stop your legs from closing on their own, the overwhelming pleasure proving to be too much. Soft moans and the scent of sex fill the room. "Feels so good, Angell..."

She takes a deep breath, the only things filling her senses being your sweet voice and the feeling of your warm pussy stretching to accommodate her fingers. You have no idea how long Angell has wanted to touch you like this. You do things to her that she can't explain.

Your moans increase in frequency, getting higher pitched as you feel yourself nearing release. It seems Angell is a natural at using her fingers, seeing how she's about to make you cum quicker than you could ever get yourself to. "Angell... I'm-"

Before you can warn her, your legs tremble and you cream all over her hand. After continuing her movements to help you come down from your high, Angell pulls her digits out, fascinated by the string of cum connecting them. Much to your surprise, she puts both fingers into her mouth.

"...I've never tasted anything like this before." Angell remarks. Her sense of taste is dull—she isn't exaggerating when she says she can't tell apart food that's edible from food that's spoiled, or raw from burnt. But you? Your taste is as distinct as it can be to her tongue. You've ignited a dangerous fire in the woman.

"More." Angell demands, positioning her head between your legs. Just as you're about to protest that you're still sensitive, she speaks up again. "Can I?" Angell tilts her head as she asks for permission. Fuck it. You know you wouldn't be able to refuse her and her annoyingly adorable personality anyway.

You sigh at your lack of self discipline when it comes to Angell. "Yes, you can." Those words are all it takes for her to dive headfirst into your dripping sex. Angell's tongue explores your warmth with a newfound confidence, using what she's learned from fingering you to eat you out as skillfully as possible.

God, she's absolutely addicted to your taste—to you. Angell can't get enough of how you squirm under her touch; how you moan her name so wantonly. She'd stay in between your legs for forever if she could, but forever is not a luxury that the two of you have.

Angell wishes that life would be as easy as adjusting the hands of the clock. She wishes she could turn everything back to how it used to be. Angell would hold on to every passing moment with you like a painter desperately trying to capture the perfect sunset before it fades.

Each wet lick up your slit is greedier and hungrier than the last. She's gentle with you, yes, but you can feel the weight of the underlying desire that's been building up in the pit of her stomach for god knows how long. What Angell feels for you is akin to a devouring darkness: once you get entwined, there's no going back. Whether that applies to you, her, or both of you remains unknown. Maybe you know the answer but choose to ignore it.

Body still awash in the aftermath of your previous orgasm, it doesn't take long for you to feel that familiar coil in your belly building up once again. It takes all of your strength to resist pushing Angell's head down between your legs. Well, not that she could go any further. Too busy moaning Angell's name to warn her with words, you hope that she'll get the message with how your legs are trembling.

Sure enough, you cum with a breathless gasp soon after. She eats you out through your high, careful to lap up all of your fluids without overstimulating you. Angell is a quick learner, after all. You're left panting for breath after two consecutive earth-shattering orgasms, yet Angell hasn't even gotten undressed. That won't do. Aside from the damage your pride would take, you want to return the favor.

"Angell, lay down for me, will you?" You ask of her through your heavy breathing. Although Angell has her doubts, she immediately follows your command. "I'm not tired yet." You chuckle at her words but shudder to think about its implications. The stability of your legs would not survive after getting eaten out by Angell again. Though, the same might be said for what you're going to do next. "I want to make you feel good too."

You sit with your thighs on either side of Angell's legs, already working on removing her clothes. Once they're off, you're quick to capture her lips in a chain of soft, yet lustful kisses. She gives in to you more easily than you expected. You had the impression that Angell would be the type to want to be in control of everything at any time, but she lets you lead this dance.

Although the woman is probably unaware, the size of her boner is huge. Seven inches at the very least. You bite your lip at its sheer girth. You'd be lying if you said that you never had any doubts about it fitting inside of you, but it's nothing you can't handle... probably. As if reading your thoughts, Angell speaks. "...I don't have any lube."

Your eyes wander to the bottle of lotion you put on her bedside table, (which was the only surface available for it at the time,) but you eventually decide against using it since it's most likely expired. "It's fine. We'll start out slow."

Angell likes the insinuation that you'll go faster once you're more comfortable. She helps you align yourself with her cock, gently holding you by your hips. Although Angell has her hands on you, she lets you control the pace and only tries to assist when necessary.

With bated breath, you sink onto the tip. Her length feels endless, filling you up completely inch after inch. Angell relishes in how your eyes almost roll into the back of your head and the moan you let out when you finally take her inside entirely. Still, she places your comfort and pleasure above everything else. "Are you sure about this?"

Your chest heaves as you get used to the sensation of feeling so... full. It takes you a few seconds to reply. "This is nothing that the Chief of the MBCC can't handle," Angell smiles at your reply. Your act of false bravado isn't fooling anyone. It gives the woman a sense of pride to have such an important figure of society in her hands like this.

Just being inside of you has Angell biting her lip. She'd never imagine in her life that she'd be able to sleep with anyone, much less someone as kind and beautiful as you are. The intimacy of it all makes everything that much more pleasurable, and Angell hopes you feel the same way.

The two of you stay like this. Both of you are aware that you don't have much time left, but you're not in a rush. Rather, you take the opportunity to enjoy this moment thoroughly. It takes a while for you to get used to Angell's sheer size, and it also takes her a while to get used to these unfamiliar sensations.

Angell is barely able to conceal the pure ecstasy she feels when you start moving. Your pussy is just so tight. She's not one to masturbate often, but she can say with confidence that being inside of you feels miles better and much more personal than rutting into her hand just to get rid of her morning wood.

You take Angell down to the base, albeit with much difficulty at first, and start off by grinding. You roll your hips back and forth, the tip of her cock almost kissing the entrance of your cervix. Angell grips your waist harder, but still lets you control the pace of your lovemaking. Her trust in you makes your heart flutter.

With Angell's hair splayed like flowing rivers on the sheets, her eyes fluttered shut, and soft moans escaping her mouth now and then, you aren't able to resist the desire to kiss her. It starts with a small smooch on her neck, then two. And then these kisses turn into hickeys one after another.

The feeling is weird and alien to Angell, but she surrenders herself to you all the same, even tilting her head to make it easier for you. You feel bad about leaving them in such obvious places, but knowing her, she wouldn't bother to hide them. And you'd be right, because if anything, Angell would wear them as a badge of honor. Who cares what other people think of her sex life?

Up, and down. Up, and down. You move your hips at a steady pace once you get the hang of it. You relish in the way the sides of her cockhead rub against your walls so deliciously. As you're straddling Angell and leaving more hickeys wherever you can access, she gets an idea to play with your clit while you ride her. You seemed to like having it stimulated earlier.

Soon after, the both of you are a moaning mess. This small gesture makes everything feel a hundred times better for you, and in turn, you move faster. You lift yourself enough so her tip is barely inside of you, and immediately bring yourself down again.

Angell curses under her breath. She holds onto you as if you'll disappear otherwise, chanting your name like a mantra; like a sinner begging for forgiveness. The sight of you bouncing up and down on her cock while looking down at her so lovingly is enough to make the inexperienced woman swoon.

"I'm close..." Angell warns. You don't care. In fact, you seem to be riding her harder; trying to milk her for all she's worth. "Want you inside." You lean forward to kiss her. Angell chases after your lips fervently, her hands holding you close as you continue to move your hips while her thumb presses down on your clitoris.

You swallow each other's muffled moans. The only thing that matters to the both of you in this moment is one another. You'd freeze time and stay like this with Angell for eternity if you could. She cums with a strained groan, and you feel her seed filling you up. It's oddly comforting to know that Angell has left a mark inside of you.

You continue your ministrations slowly, and yoi have an orgasm of your own soon after. The mixture of you and Angell's fluids form a white ring on the base of her cock. It doesn't take long until the two of you collapse next to each other, breathing heavily as sweat runs down both of your bodies.

Although you feel refreshed, you have no idea how to handle this. Your relationship with Angell, your return to the MBCC, everything. The confusion is understandable considering you literally just slept with your kidnapper who's been holding you captive. You'll cross that bridge when you get there, you suppose.

Seeing Angell stare at you, most likely with no idea how to proceed either, you feel like you should say something. "That was great, Angell. Thank you." She smiles at your words before pulling you into a cuddle. Angell really is just like a cat, you think to yourself.

With these thoughts in mind, your impulse to scratch her behind the ears just like you would to a stray cat on the side of the road win. Before you can retract your hand to apologize, Angell leans into your touch, sighing contently. You swear you hear her purr, even.

"You really... don't want to stay at the Bureau?" You ask. You regret letting those words leave your mouth, but you can't bring yourself to care now that you're running out of time. You're more than willing to fight for her. "You'll be safe. You can have my red bean soup any time you want."

Angell knows that you mean each word that you say. You won't let anyone from the dark web bother her, and even though you have responsibilities, she knows that you'll fulfill your promise. That's why it hurts.

"Tomorrow. I'll give you my answer tomorrow." Angell speaks up, just as you start to fear that you might've ruined this intimate moment. Her words give you hope. It's faint, but it's there. You'd like to say that you wouldn't, but you'd cling to any chance to spend more time with Angell; have her by your side even if only for a second more.

However, the woman has already made an irreversible decision: one that she fears has consequences that she'll be carrying for the rest of her life. For now, both of you are content with your current state.

"Stay with me," Angell mumbles, trying to enjoy your scent and affection the best her tired body can manage. A thought passes both of your minds as you're entangled in each other's embrace: it'd be nice if we could stay like this forever. It saddens Angell to know that that thought would only be left as an 'if.' "Just for a bit longer."

"Tomorrow" never comes. Tomorrow will never come without you by her side.

Angell wakes up. The bag containing her trusted blade is held near her body. She finds that she hasn't been able to let go of it ever since you've left her—or rather, ever since she left you. It's the only thing left of the time you spent together. It's the only thing that assures Angell that you were real, not just an illusion.

A lot of things have changed. She finds herself sleeping more. Angell clings to her memories with you through dreams, even trying to "make" new ones whenever the chance presents itself. She's also taken less assassination jobs lately, instead picking odd jobs that you'd be likely to choose for her.

Angell remembers the last one she took. The man was a leader of a drug cartel, infamous for getting young sinners addicted and using them to transport goods. The world would be better off without him, and Angell was no different. He had a wife and a toddler son. He called for his wife's name before he drew his final breath. Perhaps he too was but another victim of the cruelty of this side of the world—perhaps he too wanted to escape the void of the dark oceans and live under the sun's warmth.

Angell is too far gone. A shark cannot start living on land, no matter how much it wishes. She belongs in a bottomless abyss where the sun must not pierce through, while you belong on the other side of this fucked up world, risking your life to save everyone that can be saved. Angell is not a part of that group. She feels your sunlight faintly, but as much as she wants to bask in it, it cannot pierce through the deep waters of her heart. It must not.

Maybe things could've turned out differently if she met you earlier.

Angell stands up from the dusty couch. She is the only one in this desolate home. You're not there to scold her for sleeping on the sofa when she has a clean bed. Not even her goldfish keeps her company on these cold nights—but she trusts that you've taken good care of them. You've always taken care of everyone around you, but who's going to do the same for you?

Particles of dust float in her apartment. She finds that there's no reason to clean it up. Once again, her fridge is full of nearly expired, barely edible "food." As Angell gets ready to head out, she sees her reflection in the shards of broken glass on the floor. It was from a vase that came with the safehouse that she knocked over and forgot to clean. Huh. It looks like she's been crying.

You wake up in a cold sweat. The coolness of your desk against your cheek is unpleasant. The arm you've been using as a pillow is numb. You scramble to sit up straight and look at the time: 2:48AM. Most of the Bureau is asleep. A blanket that you didn't even realize was resting on your shoulders falls off of you, most likely Adjutant Nightingale trying to make sure you don't catch a cold.

On a tray set apart from the paperwork you had been working on, there is a note, a sandwich, and a cup of iced coffee. You assume the perpetrator is the same as the person who wrapped a blanket around you, and as it seems from reading the note, you were right. The contents are a mix of Nightingale's concern for you and scolding you for not taking care of your well-being.

You feel bad for worrying her all the time. Honestly, you're surprised she hasn't resigned yet with how often you get kidnapped. It's not just Nightingale either, even some sinners have noticed the bags under your eyes and how distant you've been acting ever since you came back. You should really pull yourself together. If not for yourself, then for the sinners who rely on you, the Chief of the MBCC.

Why do you keep dreaming about Angell? You've been betrayed many times before, and although you'll never get used to it, you've always gotten back up each time quicker than the last. What is it about her that's so different? Why does she affect you so much?

You open your laptop with a newfound sense of determination, but this time, it's not for work. If you want to stop a problem, you should tackle the source of it, right? Or maybe that's just an excuse. You're going to find her, and along with her, answers. After you press the 'enter' key, the simple yet eerie screen you've grown familiar with welcomes you back:

"Welcome to DisMyth"

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kurogane2512 · 5 months ago

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Cabernet Birthday 2025

18+ CONTENT

Game: Path to Nowhere

Characters: Cabernet x fem!reader (Chief)

Type: Fluff and smut (Cabernet being thirsty for you, some food play, little bit of soul sucking)

A/n: Cabernet is wearing the outfit from the Lawson collab (see pic below)

You walked through the lobby of the lavish Franc mansion, feeling amazed by its decorations and splendour. Your destination was none other than the room of the esteemed princess of the Francs, who also happened to be your Sinner. However, today you weren't here to arrest her.

"You look good, Chief~" Cabernet's voice beamed in your ears the moment she stepped out of her room.

"A-Ah, thank you. You look very beautiful too...." you said with a small blush.

Cabernet smiled then walked closer to wrap her arms around your neck, "You look even more delicious than usual.... I wonder if you would let me have a taste today on the occasion of my birthday?~"

She teased while licking her lips, the blush on your face growing darker.

"A-Ahem, we can talk about that later. We should get going for the banquet, everyone must be waiting for you...."

She chuckled then released you and held out something in her hand.

"Here, wear this brooch." she came forward to pin it on your pocket, her warm breath brushing past your cheek and her intoxicating perfume filling your nose.

"Now you look even more suitable for tonight's banquet and..." she came closer to your ear and whispered, "....to be my partner~"

"I-It looks expensive...." you averted your gaze from her out of embarrassment, feeling shy at her remark.

"Hehe~ It is made of the purest jade one can find in DisCity."

She dragged her hand across the lapel of your coat and along your shoulder before standing beside you and hooking her arm with yours.

"Well, shall we go now, my partner?~"

You hesitated to immediately reply then spoke, "Are you sure about this? Having me as your partner....? I think it'll be better if I act as your bodyguard or something...."

Cabernet was slightly surprised by your doubt and let out an amused hum.

"Why do you doubt yourself, Chief? I picked you personally, nobody can dare to doubt my choice~"

"It's not that.... Uh, I'm not really used to being in the limelight...."

Cabernet chuckled and suddenly drew close to you, bending down near your neck.

"Wouldn't it be a good practice then? You are steadily gaining more fame in Eastside, having the favour of the Francs will do you wonders~"

"....Wouldn't people find it strange that you are with the Chief of MBCC? You have no reason to ally with me."

"I don't need superficial reasons to justify my partner. As I said, they won't dare to question my choice. Not to mention, I couldn't care less about the opinions of mere passersby~"

Cabernet seemed set on having you as her partner for tonight, and all your reasons to protest were promptly countered by her. You had no choice but to agree and decided to do your best to not disappoint her. You walked to the banquet hall with your arm locked with hers and were instantly greeted with a flood of camera flashes along with cheers. Cabernet posed naturally; of course, she was used to this, while you appeared stiff and out of place but did your best to compliment her.

You walked down the stairs with her and glanced around at the onlookers. To no surprise, all eyes were on Cabernet. She drew a crowd unlike any other, instantly mesmerizing everyone with just her presence. You still remembered the very first time you met her and the way she was swarmed by her 'fans' all around.

"Welcome, Ms Cabernet! A very happy birthday to you!"

"You look dazzling, Ms Cabernet!"

"This party is amazing, Ms Cabernet!"

Just like that time, a crowd was immediately gathered around her, chanting her praises. You maintained a simple smile throughout and were rather glad nobody paid attention to you. Cabernet calmly replied to everyone's greetings and engaged in formal conversation, it still amazed how naturally she could do such things. You tried to release your arm from her grip in order to give her privacy but she didn't seem keen on letting you go.

"Oh, this bracelet? It's a gift from my partner here tonight~" Cabernet suddenly leaned near your shoulder, and all eyes were on you but you sensed a rather sinister vibe in their gazes.

"And who might your partner be? I don't think I have seen her around before." a man with a judgemental stare spoke while looking at you from head to toe.

"She looks familiar.... where have I seen her before?" another man spoke while pondering, but couldn't remember your identity.

"I'm Y/n, Chief of the Minos Bureau of Crisis Control. A pleasure to meet everyone."

"Minos Bureau.... Ah! That agency that handles Sinners?" the man who was pondering finally pieced it together. Though, saying that you only handled Sinners was quite disrespectful to all the other work you had put in to solve Mania cases.

You nodded at his question and everyone became silent for a while. You could tell what they were thinking. Why was Cabernet with someone like you? How did you get to know the Francs so well? Why would Cabernet choose you as her partner? But none of them spoke anything and went back to conversing with Cabernet, practically ignoring your existence.

As time passed, you had eventually been released from Cabernet's grip and simply followed her closely behind. The crowd around her never reduced, everyone was eager to have a moment with her. You couldn't imagine how exhausting it was, you had become tired enough of the minimal fame you got some time ago and Cabernet was on another level.

Some moments later, you saw her clear her throat and realized she was possibly thirsty from talking so much. You looked around and spotted a waiter carrying drinks then went up to him and grabbed a glass for Cabernet. You tried to make your way through the endless crowd but it was proving difficult.

"Cabern—" you tried to call out to her.

"Oh, are you thirsty, Ms Cabernet? Waiter! Get some drinks here!" a man who was close to Cabernet shouted and everyone made way for a waiter to come up to her and she politely picked up a drink then thanked the man. You slowly retracted yourself from the crowd watching the scene unfold, unknown feelings surging through you. It wasn't really a big deal, you couldn't understand why you had this strange feeling bubbling inside.

Soon after, dinner was announced. Cabernet was obviously the first to be seated, an entire table reserved for her. She sat alone on the edge as dishes were served in front of her and everyone gathered around to watch her display her speciality. The crowd waited in anticipation for her to take the first bite but she suddenly stood up and walked towards them. A way was automatically parted for her until she stopped at what— or who— she was looking for.

"There you are. Come, eat with me~"

Cabernet grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards the table, snatching you from the dense crowd. Everyone stared in shock and whispered envy amongst themselves while Cabernet was unfazed. You took a seat beside her and felt a little awkward feeling the uneasy gazes on you. She placed her hand atop yours as if to reassure you, and it indeed worked as you relaxed a little.

The first dish was served on your plates and you waited for her to take a bite out of courtesy. Cabernet elegantly cut the meat with a fork and knife then picked up a small piece. Anticipation grew as the piece drew closer to her lips and was then swallowed, followed by a pleasant smile from her.

"Delicious, the meat is tender and perfectly seasoned."

Her praise assured everyone, especially the chefs who had sweat dripping down their foreheads. You also started eating after her and enjoyed the meal, it was far more exquisite than anything you'd ever had at the MBCC. While eating, Cabernet suddenly brought her fork near your mouth and offered you a bite. You blushed at her but accepted the gesture, then offered her a bite from your own as well.

"My, I feel it's more delicious when you feed it to me~" she teased.

You smiled back at her and continued eating, relishing the feast. All of a sudden, she placed her hand on your thigh and slowly dragged it up and down before drawing circles with her finger. You tensed up from her action, aware of what this gesture meant. She then leaned near your ear to whisper something, her breath immediately sending shivers down your body.

"Mmm, I wonder when I can have the real treat I have been waiting for~"

She sneakily licked your lobe then pulled away, acting as if nothing happened while you were feeling flustered. You barely ate anything for the rest of the time, still feeling shy of Cabernet's previous action. Once the feast ended, everyone was back to standing around her to converse. You couldn't believe they still had more things to talk about with her, and even the energy to continue such pleasantries. Despite standing beside her, you were slowly pushed out of the way and were once again back to just observing her from afar. Your suggestion to act as her bodyguard would have been fruitful, you thought.

Slow and pleasant opera music played through the hall and you noticed some people started dancing casually, simply holding onto their partners and swaying to the rhythm. You concluded most were drunk by now and indulging themselves, it was quite a good day to hold a banquet as the next day was a weekend and everyone could enjoy to the fullest. More people eventually joined in the dancing, even those who came alone found partners and filled the hall.

You naturally looked at Cabernet and thought to ask her as well, but you knew plenty of people must have already offered her. Still, you decided to try your luck and walked up to her. Just when you could invite her, another man blocked your path and asked her instead. You recognized it was the same man who brought her the drink, you realized he had been glued to her the whole time and kept flattering her. His intentions weren't hard to guess, Cabernet had dealt with enough people like him.

He placed his hand in front of her, thinking she would easily accept. But to his dismay, she didn't even bother saying her refusal and stepped out of his way to hold you instead. You were surprised she saw you standing behind him, perhaps she had seen you come close long ago and was in fact waiting for this. You escorted her to the centre of the hall and took a dancing position, casually draping one hand around her waist while she wrapped around your neck.

"Uh, just to inform you, I don't know how to dance so forgive me if I mess up...." you whispered, earning a chuckle from her.

"Just follow my lead, Chief~"

You started slow and steady, following Cabernet's rhythm and getting used to the movements. As expected, everyone was focused on you both. You could again sense some envious gazes, but you didn't want to be sidetracked anymore. She was in your arms and she chose you herself, you wanted to show you were worthy of her. You were thankful you learned some basic steps from Hamel, and Cabernet was making it easy enough for you to follow along.

"Finally, we are up close.... Ah, how I missed your touch, Chief~" Cabernet sighed and leaned closer to you, her breasts pressing against yours and her silky voice flowing past your ear.

"C-Cabernet, we shouldn't...."

You felt her lean even closer as she almost embraced you, breathing in your scent.

"You followed me step by step like a puppy.... it was adorable but I wished to have you beside me~"

"I-It couldn't be helped.... everyone was eager to talk to you...."

"Always so humble.... Oh, how are you going to survive in the world of the rich and powerful, my sweet Chief?~"

"I'll figure it out as n-needed.... You tell me, did you enjoy?"

"Mmm, this is the best part so far— aside from the food~"

She leaned even closer, "But, I wish to have my sweetest delicacy now~"

Her voice came in a hum, her body pressed closely to you. You didn't dare look around, lest be caught up in wolf-like gazes of envy. As the dance floor filled up, Cabernet found a chance to slip away with you and dragged you to a secluded corner away from the hall. You barely had time to process her actions when she pinned you to a wall and hungrily pressed her lips to yours, instantly devouring you. Her lips moved with fervour, not giving you a chance to breathe.

"Ah... C-Cabernet— Mhm.... we shouldn't....mm.... shouldn't leave the party u-unannounced....mhm~"

You tried to speak between her kisses, but every time she would press harder than before. Her tongue soon found its way past your lips and slipped in to roll with yours, dancing sensually and tasting every part of you. It was hard to breathe now. She had a tight grip around you and pressed you into the wall further, even holding out your arms to the sides. Her fingers traced up your skin and joined with yours, clenching tightly.

"Mmm.... Chief.... more..... give me more....!~"

She moaned into the kiss and pressed herself closer, as close as possible and giving you no space to escape. You were breathless from the passionate kiss by now, unsure of how much longer you could hold on.

"Aaahn~ Chief.... my sweet Chief~" Cabernet finally released the kiss with a moan, gazing at you with hooded eyes as you both breathed in and out. Her hand cupped your face as her thumb traced your lower lip, her tongue swiping past her own lips at the taste of you. You knew she was insatiable now, desperately holding back from taking you right then and there.

"T-The party.... everyone must be looking for you...."

"I don't care about them. I only want you, my Chief~"

She then grabbed your wrist and started dragging you somewhere. You were too aroused to refuse her now, the guests be damned. She brought you to her room; of course, there was no better place than this right now. What you didn't expect were the preparations inside the room. A trolley stood beside the bed, filled with a strange assortment of foods. There were no full dishes and only toppings— mostly sweet ones at that— and some exotic fruits. Cabernet was quick to pull you in and remove your coat before shoving you on the bed and climbing up to straddle you.

"Finally.... I can have you, my Chief~"

She leaned down, her luscious hair cascading over your face. Her lips were on yours before you knew it, once again devouring you. She was even needier now, biting your lip and kissing deeply as she put all of her weight on you. You slowly dragged your hands over her body, caressing and feeling up her curves over her dress. She swiftly unbuttoned your shirt as her lips travelled down to kiss your jaw and neck. She lapped up your neck like a kitten, tasting every bit she could find.

"Say, Chief.... You always try to satisfy me with other delicacies, but you know well what I truly want. Since it's a special occasion today, how about.... letting me have a little taste? Just enough to satiate this fussy tongue of mine~"

Your eyes widened in shock. You knew what she meant. She didn't mean to simply touch you this way, she was talking about having a part of your soul— her deepest desire in the world. She had promised to wait until your soul had cultivated to the best taste, but you knew she was always desperate for it. The rationale part of you would swiftly deny her, but currently you were being controlled by another part of you.

"....Fine, only a little bit."

Cabernet's eyes sparkled, not expecting you to agree but she was absolutely pleased.

"I promise, I just want a tiny part...." she whispered as she leaned down.

"Since you are being so kind, I'll let you choose from where I should take it. Your lips.... your pulse point.... or perhaps the place closest to your heart? I'll be satisfied with any~"

You didn't know what to say. The only difference for you was the sensation of being touched and drained of life.

"I.... Whichever is the most effective for you?"

"Hmm...." she hummed and traced her finger down your lips, "Your lips are a good direct source, and tasty..." Her other hand traced up your wrist, "I took a bite from here when we met.... Mm, the taste still lingers on my tongue~" Her finger now traced down to your chest, "The closest to your heart.... life is most potent around here and easy to suck~"

"....T-Then, take it from my chest...."

Cabernet smirked and made no arguments. She unbuttoned your shirt more and exposed your chest completely, awaiting to mark it. She leaned down and felt your heart beating through then licked up a spot before biting down. You gasped softly from the feeling of her teeth, followed by her sucking on your skin by wrapping her lips around the spot. You suddenly felt drained of energy, of life, even when she only took a small amount as promised.

She pulled away before you knew it, holding a crystal-clear grape in her mouth. The sight was familiar, but the feeling strangely different from last time. She bit the grape gently and rich juice flowed down the corner of her mouth, trickling past her beauty mark and falling upon your lower lip. Normally, you'd have the urge to lick it, but you were currently feeling dizzy due to having your life sucked even if just a little.

You knew this was a dangerous thing, yet the tantalizing sight of Cabernet above you couldn't make you deny it. Cabernet swallowed the grape in her mouth, sighing at the delicious sweet taste. You gazed at her motionless, watching her throat bob as it went down followed by noticing the way her tongue licked up the juice from her mouth. She smirked before bending down near you again, and you simply laid motionless.

You felt her tongue lick up the drop of juice on your lower lip, savouring the sweet taste of you even more. Your delicious taste aroused her, filling her with more lust and hunger for you. She looked down at you with a flushed face, her tongue lolling out and you knew what was in store for you. Thankfully, you had gotten stronger since your previous encounter and were able to recover quickly from her soul sucking.

"Aaah, Chief.... haah.... You are so cruel for making me wait, you are even more delicious than before. Oh, how I wish to devour you right away.... but I want to savour you as long as possible. I know your soul can become more delicious.... I will wait.... till then, please satisfy me in other ways as you always have~"

The night continued. You both were completely naked now and Cabernet still straddled you. You soon found out the use of the sweets tray beside her.... how could you not understand it sooner. Cabernet held up a full bunch of big and juicy grapes over your lips, she pushed them down and you bit off one grape then held it in your mouth halfway. She smirked and leaned down to bite the other half, her lips merely brushing yours as she took the piece. The lingering taste of her lips was somehow evident as you ate your end of the grape.

She then picked up the bottle of honey. You subconsciously licked your lips in anticipation at the sight. Cabernet only smirked more and started pouring the honey over your body, oozing some on your lips then down your neck. You licked some of the honey on your lips and saved the rest for her, but she started licking from your neck first. Her tongue hungrily dragged up and down, not wasting a single drop of the honey with your taste. It was addicting to her; she could feel herself getting more intoxicated by you.

She licked clean all the honey from your neck and was impatiently licking up your lips now before parting them to kiss you, your honeyed tongue rolled with hers and exchanged moans, hot breaths, and each other's tastes. Cabernet loved savouring you this way, just the feeling of your sweet taste through your lips could satisfy her. But tonight, she wanted to be greedy, for she knew you wouldn't let her go this far otherwise. It was the best birthday gift for her.

She pulled away to gaze at your messy state, a trail of your saliva sticking to her lips before she licked it away. You laid absolutely bare for her, giving yourself to her to do anything. She planted kisses all over your face, giggling to herself watching you be smothered by her lipstick. She continued by picking up the chocolate spread next and dipped in her finger to dollop a mouthful.

She extended her finger near your lips and you tried to lick it, but she playfully kept pulling away just as you'd get up. She loved watching you struggle so adorably, but she was kind enough to relieve you. She leaned down as she finally let you lick the spread, and at the same time licked it herself. Your tongues touched each other's as you fought to lick up most of the spread before sloppily kissing.

"Hehe.... Oh, Chief.... you are always so fun to play with. But, I can see you are getting impatient for the main course~"

She didn't even have to look to tell you were practically dripping from your core.

"Aren't you the same?~" you quipped with a smirk, making her chuckle in return.

"How could I not be when you are in such a state? You have given me the best birthday gift I could ask for~"

She shifted back on your body while kissing down, dragging her tongue and lips from your chest to your abdomen and was now between your legs, gazing at your throbbing core. The sight was insatiable, how badly she wanted to just eat you out right away. She picked up the whipped cream this time and sprayed some over your clit, the cold sensation made you gasp and buck your hips and she chuckled at your amusing reaction.

"Time to feast~" she moaned and immediately placed her mouth on your clit, licking it with the whipped cream. You thought she'd be fast but she was licking you unbearably slow, so much so that you could barely even feel her touch your skin and only lick up the cream. Of course, she was doing this intentionally. You felt her tongue drag up from your vulva, licking up the cream along the way then sucking your clit. Your body arched up as she finally touched you more, intensely sucking on your bundle of nerves.

"Aaah.... C-Cabernet...."

She lapped up your folds faster now, dragging the remaining cream with your essence and inserting her tongue inside you. Your head shot back from the surprising sensation, eyes dropping down to watch her diligently eat you out as if you were her last meal.

"Mmm.... so delicious, Chief.... Oh, I'll never get tired of your taste~"

Cabernet moaned, her hot breath making you shiver. She raised up your thighs and dove deeper, probing her tongue at your most sensitive spots.

"C-Cabernet.... I'm close.... ngh— f-fuck!~"

She attached her mouth to you completely, thumbing at your clit one last time to make you release. The orgasm was electrifying, she drank up every single drop of you, licking it from everywhere and relishing the taste. Drool dripped down her chin as she kept lapping you up, the cream messily spreading over her lips but she was focused on having everything you had to offer. Once finished, she sat up to gaze at your panting state and licked her own lips clean, eating any residual she could find. The feeling was outright euphoric to her, she felt up her neck as it went down her throat and moaned in ecstasy.

“Aaah.... this is it. My favourite..... my favourite dish from Chief~”

You breathed in and out as you came down from your orgasm then sat up to hold her, straddled your lap by wrapping her arms around your neck and coming forward to embrace you. Her fingers gently laced through your hair in soothing motions as you buried your face in the crook of her neck, just breathing in her scent and feeling her up close. Cabernet giggled when she suddenly felt you lick her neck, the tickling sensation making her chuckle.

“Thirsty, aren’t you, Chief?~”

“So much.... thirsty for you....” you whispered against her skin.

Cabernet bit her lower lip then extended her hand towards the trolley to grab a glass filled with wine.

“Let’s quench your thirst then~”

You watched as she tilted the glass above her chest, letting the wine slowly trickle down her body. You impatiently licked up as it dripped, dragging your tongue across the valley of her breasts down to her abs and naval. You didn’t let a single trickle go to waste and intently licked up as it kept pouring, eventually finishing the entire glass this way. Cabernet gazed at you with lust, staring at your wine-stained lips and couldn’t help diving forward to kiss you passionately. Messily rolling her tongue with yours, she exchanged the wine from you and moaned into your mouth. You suddenly pushed her back to lay her on the bed, her legs still locked around your waist. She arched her body with a smirk as you kissed down her belly then were right in front of her clit.

“You are wetter than me, Cabernet. Shouldn’t you care for your own relief first?~”

“Hehe.... I know you won’t leave me unsatisfied, I can wait as long as it takes~”

You smiled to yourself then pulled her legs up to rest them on your shoulders before leaning in to attach your mouth to her folds. She gasped when she felt your tongue slide up and down her vulva, subconsciously biting her lip to conceal her voice. But you were intent on making her scream, you wanted to see her come undone too. You parted her folds and dived your tongue inside to probe at her warm, spongy walls while thumbing her clit. A startled moan came from her, and her body arched up further. She was merely hanging from your grip as you raised her lower body completely, pushing your tongue even deeper inside her.

“Aaah.... Chief.... yes... r-right there- ngh! Aaahn.... more.... give me more....!~”

She clenched the bed sheets when you sucked on her walls, her body turning to the side as pleasure increased. You watched as she writhed, moving around uncontrollably. As if to satisfy her wishes, you turned her from your side as well and completely flipped her over. Her stomach arched off the bed, face flushed in the sheets and her teeth biting down on the fabric as you ate her out deeper and faster.

“Nghhh.... C-Chief.... yes.... aaaah..... oh dear! I’m cumming.... yes Chief.... more!~”

Bringing the princess of the Francs to this state was no less than an accomplishment, but for you it was simply a way to satisfy her and make her happy. You loved the way her voice cried out moans of pleasure, the way she writhed in your hold and rutted against your mouth seeking more friction. The final straw for her was when you touched her clit again, rubbing it in circular motions while pressing your tongue at her most sensitive spots. Her eyes rolled to the back as an intense orgasm hit her, releasing as if a dam was broken. She cried out the loudest ever tonight, essentially squealing as you sucked out her delicious essence.

You lapped up all of her release diligently, cleaning up from every spot. You finally dropped her legs down, gently turning her over again and placing them on your thighs while she panted and took deep breaths. Her hair was scattered in a mess with drool dripping down her lips, yet she still looked as beautiful as always, akin to a Goddess. She soon raised up and gazed at you with the same lust filled eyes, still not having had enough. If anything, she seemed even more drunk in lust now. She practically pounced on you and pushed you down again while hungrily claiming your lips, her hips rutting across your abs.

“I haven’t had enough yet, Chief. Aaaah.... you drive me crazy.... I need you more. You’ll stay with me tonight, won’t you? I have yet to devour you whole~”

#path to nowhere #path to nowhere x reader #path to nowhere smut #ptn #ptn x reader #ptn smut #cabernet #cabernet x reader #ptn cabernet #cabernet franc #happy birthday cabernet

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crguang · 5 months ago

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corps à corps

when your older french girlfriend is sooo sexy you can’t be away from her for more than 2 hours

smutshot so absolutely no plot, fem!reader, service top!reader (albeit kinda pathetic), fingering (bleu receiving), grinding, lots of french kisses, 3.2k words

A/N: i wrote this quickly when i was so horny for that french woman my hands were shaking. and it was 4am. but i cant be sorry.

“Don’t pout, mon coeur. You’re too young to have wrinkles.”

Vautour Bleu leisurely traces the curve of your bottom lip with a painted fingernail, her touch light and soft. Her amused gaze drops to your deepening frown. Your arms tighten around her frame, and somewhere deep within her navy blue eyes, a pleased glint betrays her otherwise mellow expression. Her bedroom is the only lit room in all of Désir, late as it is now, and within it, you hold on to her like it’ll delay her imminent departure. Your chin on her chest, your weight on her body, you’re looking up at her with the most adorable petulant face and she can’t resist teasing your impatience some more. She lies against clean linen and plush pillows with one finger absentmindedly drawing imaginary shapes on your lower back, just below where your shirt has lazily ridden up your torso. The open patio door across her bed carries over the fresh fragrance of newly planted datura flowers from the balcony, mingling with the sweet scent of the shampoo you applied a few hours earlier. Under clear yellow lights, she can read every unuttered thought on your features with a lingering touch. Your lips pull downward and the faint crease between your brows speaks of your displeasure before you do. So expressive, you are. So easy to learn. With you there are no games, no double meanings or concealed knives; your openness is as refreshing as it is naive.

“You could have warned me you were to leave in the morning,” you reproach her, a fierceness in your eyes born out of clinginess. She can’t take you seriously with that pout still on your lips, though.

“It was a last minute decision,” she replies easily. Her finger pulls at your bottom lip and lets it resume its original position with a muted sound.

“You don’t make last minute decisions.”

She smiles at that. For all your naivety, you counter it with impressive perceptiveness. You are an open person, and under your knowing gaze, so is everything else. Vautour Bleu lightly taps your cheek.

“Ah, you got me,” she feigns remorse at being caught, sighing quietly. “I didn’t want to ruin the mood. You shine so brightly around me. Besides, it’s only for a couple of days.” Her thumb slowly strokes your skin in a gesture she means soothing. “You can wait a few days for me to be back, can’t you, mon ange?”

“Don’t you try to placate me with your Frenchwoman charms.” Even so, your head tilts sideways to lean into her touch.

“Why not? They seem to work very well.”

You lift your eyes to the ceiling. “You’ll have to make it up to me.”

“Oh, really? And what do you want?”

Your pout is gone in an instant and a playful smile takes its place. She raises a questioning eyebrow, though she already recognizes the darkness in your gaze as you press a lingering kiss between her breasts. Your arms loosen around her body and your hands trail up her thighs, raking up her thin nightgown in the process. Vautour Bleu watches you adjust your position on top of her, straddling her waist for easier access to her body, mirth dancing in her eyes. She rests her palms on your thighs and idly drums the fingers of one hand. Yours gently brushes her abdomen before ending its destination in the valley of her breasts, where capricious fabric meets smooth skin.

“I have a few ideas…” you trail off for a couple of seconds. You cup her to feel the weight of one breast in your palm. She simply observes you with the same amused smile fixed on her lips. “I could send you off on a good note.”

“Oh? Didn’t get your fill earlier?” Her voice is low and teasing, causing a familiar tingling sensation in your belly. You shake your head. “Non? Hmm, I could have sworn you were the one begging for reprieve.”

“I’ll say anything with your fingers inside me, I don’t think it would be fair to use those words against me.”

“I see. Come closer, then.”

You don’t wait to be ordered twice. You lean forward, your chest flushed to hers, and don’t shy away from her intense stare even from this close. Her long lashes flutter with every relaxed blink, her skin is entirely bare of any makeup from the bath she took with you not long ago, and you get the sudden urge to kiss the beauty mark on the corner of her mouth, so you do. With the voluminous golden hair framing her cheeks she seems more painting than human, as if this sort of beauty could only be made through the burning passion and meticulous care of an artist. She’s gorgeous, undeniably so, and looks even more enticing with blown pupils and parted lips.

You press kisses down her jaw and back up her chin, making sure not a single inch of skin is neglected under your attention. You feel Vautour Bleu’s hand sneak under your shirt to caress the length of your spine. Her body is lax and open beneath you, and she never looks anything but completely at ease, but you find that her affection lies through her usual nonchalance. Even if it’s with the same easy smile she wears every day, she is letting you smother her face with adoration and can’t help touching you in return. You are the first to know the minute she steps foot back into Désir and the last one to see her off once her caravan departs. She lets you cling to her as much as you like provided it doesn’t get in the way of her work and you’ve abused that privilege every day you have spent with her. She doesn’t mind. It's rare that she demonstrates anything but a peaceful attitude, and some days you have the fleeting thought that it belies something melancholic in nature.

“Mmh,” you kiss the corner of her lips after a thorough exploration and slightly pull away to look at her, “if it were up to me, i’d incapacitate you until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest.”

She takes hold of your chin between two fingers. “You and your fondness for making me lose my ability to walk…”

“I can’t help it.” You lean further into her, lips brushing hers. “You look so gorgeous when you come. I just want to do it over and over again.”

“And how will you achieve that tonight?”

“Mmm… I want to kiss you silly. So I’ll use my fingers.”

Her chuckle is deep and warm, it sends an excited shudder through your limbs. Vautour Bleu guides your hand to her inner thigh, unable to go further due to you lying directly on top of her, and keeps it there.

“Better hurry up,” she murmurs against your mouth, “I need my beauty sleep, you know. Want me to help you?”

“I’ll never say no to that.”

You shift so you’re only halfway against her with a leg tangled up around one of hers, giving your joined hands access to the heat between her thighs. Vautour Bleu’s eyelids droop an inch as you both make your way to her thin underwear. You capture her lips in a longing kiss before you reach your end goal and feel her exhale softly into your mouth. She tastes like strawberry filling and meringue, no doubt from the pastry she indulged in earlier this evening. So sweet, you think furtively, always so sweet. Though her mouth is busy returning your insistent kisses, she doesn’t halt the movements of her hand for a second. She expertly leads you to where she wishes to feel you the most and guides you to rub her clothed cunt with two fingers. She knows how to take her time, prefers it even, but there are moments like this one where she just can’t be bothered. You feel good against her, your lips melding with her own and your digits running over the front of her panties. Each of your breaths are shared and the warmth of your skin lights up every nerve ending in her body. She welcomes your tongue when it swipes across the seam of her lips, parting her mouth wider to gracefully meet the wet muscle with hers. Though you initiated the first kiss, she effortlessly takes control of the rest of them and explores the interior of your mouth like she’s done over a hundred times since you’ve met, languidly and methodically. She kisses you how she wants while she helps you get her ready to take your fingers, and you follow her desired pace without a fuss, almost melting into her. The breathless moans you release into her mouth are intoxicating— like you’re the one being pleasured despite sneaking a digit past the waistband of her underwear. It trails down her wet slit and comes back up to feel her slick curls.

Vautour Bleu lets out another sigh of pleasure. Her free hand snakes to the back of your neck. The other one loosely holds on to yours between her thighs as you rub her cunt, occasionally brushing the tip of her sensitive clit, until she’s wet enough to take at least two fingers up to the knuckles.

“Ah, that’s good— mmh…” Her words are swallowed by your kiss. She’s panting once you withdraw from her lips to lick the chain of saliva that broke out on her chin.

Her nipples are stiff and visible through the flimsy fabric of her nightgown. You look at one, yearning to touch but unable to in your position, and make a sound that is half groan and half whine. You’ll get to them later, Bleu will indulge you as she so often does. For now, you direct your attention to her pink, kiss-swollen lips and her erect clit just begging to be toyed with. She leads you there before you can do it yourself, seemingly reading your mind. You circle the aching nub with the pad of a finger and her following moan is at once breathy and deliciously dragged out. Your own pussy throbs at the lustful sound, you squirm a little against her, and Bleu bends the leg closest to your center, pressing her knee into your needy cunt. A broken gasp of surprise escapes you. Your hips move on their own accord, seeking the sweet relief she generously offers you.

The tip of your nose nuzzles into hers as you masturbate her together, slipping your fingers back and forth through her warm dripping folds. Your skin is sticky with her arousal, you can never wait to taste her as if it’s the first time each night she guides your head between her thighs. Her underwear isn’t that stretchy, so it’s a snug fit for your hands. You lick the corner of her mouth when she audibly moans a second time. Your breathing picks up another pace and you’re left almost panting while you rub your covered cunt over her bare knee.

“Regarde toi,” she breathes out, “tellement avide de moi. You can’t even help yourself, greedy girl.”

You don’t dare contest her truthful statement, opting for a sloppy kiss instead. Your tongues meet wetly and you feel saliva on your bottom lip that she swipes over a second later before she slips her tongue back inside your mouth. The hand on your nape tightens its grip and her hips jerk towards your joined hands, a sign of her growing need. She doesn’t outwardly ask for more, but she doesn’t have to. She leads your hand over her aching pussy and presses it against her entrance. You make a pitiful noise against her lips; she’s so wet that the first finger slips inside without resistance and her warmth greedily clamps around your digit, begging for further stimulation. Vautour Bleu’s eyes are dark and half lidded as you pump your finger inside her cunt, their blue alike lobelia flowers blooming solely for you. Her mouth is open and the prettiest moans tumble from it in the quiet of the bedroom. You selfishly hope the soft breeze carries her breathy sounds to her innocent neighbours, that each of them gets to hear how good she sounds for you when you fuck her nice. You add a second finger past her entrance and delight in the clench of her cunt when you do. She squeezes you tight, sucking you in with each deep thrust, and you grind against the smooth skin of her knee in time with your digits plunging into her.

“If you’re any louder there’ll be no doubt as to what we’re doing,” you plant an open-mouthed kiss on her cheek, breath hot on her skin.

Bleu chuckles through a moan and pushes her knee into your soaked underwear, prompting a weak response from you. Something close to a whimper leaves you and you get a glimpse of her satisfied smile through heavy eyelids.

“Let all of Désir know, for all I care. Let them know how well you take care of me.”

She tilts her chin and steals the little air in your lungs with a firm kiss. Her kisses are dizzying, your head pounds after a couple of them and you readily surrender to her affection. Her tongue swirls around yours and passes over your upper teeth, and her demanding grip around your neck keeps you from straying too far. Your fingers curl inside her, knuckles briefly brushing the spot that makes her lashes flutter like butterfly wings. Her chest stutters, her lips part wider, and you take the opportunity to sink your teeth into her lower lip. You teasingly pull it between your teeth before letting go. You’re more panting in each other’s mouth than anything else, sharing sharp inhales and long exhales. You’re no longer sure if it’s her saliva smeared on the corner of her mouth or yours— likely a mix of both. Pleasure coils tight around your guts the longer you mindlessly chase the delicious friction of your pussy against her knee.The material of your drenched panties adds a layer of stimulation that makes you shut your eyes with a high moan. The squelching sounds of your digits thrusting into her clenching cunt and her heavy breathing create a rhythmic melody that you deeply revel in.

Vautour Bleu’s hand moves from yours to swipe needily at her neglected clit. “Putain– tes doigts,” she sighs absentmindedly, mind hazy with pleasure; whether she’s asking for more or praising you, you’re not sure. The sensitive nub aches for more attention and she smothers it with hers. She rubs her clit from base to tip with a slender finger, then lightly flicks the tip just the way she likes. “Oh…”

“Hah, Bleu,” her name is a soft exhale past your lips. She hums lazily in response. “M’close…”

“And here I thought— Ah!— I was the one getting fucked,” she teases breathlessly.

She doesn’t say it explicitly, but you can tell she’s teetering on the edge as well. Her cunt clamps around your fingers and her hips follow your pace dutifully. You’re too far into the pleasant sensations of your body to be bothered by her condescending words. You rut into her, desperate to reach your peak, and scissor your fingers inside her sopping wet pussy, which earns you a beautifully raspy moan directly into your mouth in return. You can feel your imminent orgasm deep in your belly but you try to hold it back long enough for her to come first. It’s an inhuman effort that you just barely manage. Vautour Bleu’s breath hitches before her cunt squeezes you tight and she comes around your fingers with a long drawl that vibrates along her throat. Her body tenses against you, forcing you to slow your pace somewhat, and she clings to you with the hand on your nape as she rides out her high. You rub her inner walls in a slow massage, and a few seconds later, you follow right behind her. Your brows furrow with the onslaught of pleasure that crashes over you at once. Your hips falter though don’t stop grinding into her until you’re too sensitive for the stimulation. For a considerable moment, you both lie there as you regain your bearings, breathing heavily into each other’s mouth.

Vautour Bleu’s hand leaves her ruined panties and you follow suit not long after, easily slipping out of her well-fucked pussy. Your eyes drowsily blink open just as you feel her slick digit against your lips. Instinctively, you take her finger into your mouth and clean the tangy cum from it with a few quick swirls of your tongue. You lift your own cum-covered fingers to the light, and her gaze drifts to the way they glisten enticingly for a second. She meets your eyes, then wordlessly parts her lips and extends her tongue. She sucks on two of your fingers without breaking eye contact, tasting herself, her stare ablaze with lust. Then, she takes her digit out of your mouth and silences the rest of your whiny protest by gently swatting your hand away and pressing her lips to yours. You both taste the same, her heady essence on your tongues. You melt into her almost immediately and let her lazily kiss you to her heart’s content. You’ve long forgotten about your previous desire to take control and kiss her silly; with your hand now free, you don’t bother pulling down her nightgown before sneaking into it to tweak her hardened nipple. She hums as she withdraws from your lips and regards you darkly.

“Behave, mon coeur,” is all she utters, but she doesn’t stop you from rolling her nipple between your thumb and forefinger. You don’t have the time to pout before she adds, “No pouting. I have to be up early.”

“Of course…”

You stare at each other for some time, you with the most innocent look you can muster and her with narrowed eyes, while you unhurriedly circle the rosebud. The room is silent, tense with anticipation, and the breeze slightly cools your heated bodies. You send her a lopsided smile.

“Absolutely insatiable.”

You know you’ve won when she suppresses a smile after saying those words. You pepper the underside of her jaw with triumphant, giggly kisses then shift on the bed to straddle her thighs. You waste no time in pulling the thin straps of her nightgown down her shoulders, baring her torso to your devoted gaze. The hand on her chest cups her fully and you bend down to kiss the supple flesh in your palm. Vautour Bleu sighs in pleasure. She rests a hand on your cheek to guide your mouth towards her stiff nipple and revels in the muted sound you make once the bud is suckled on. Your eyes grow hazy with each quick suck, eyelids heavy like you could fall asleep with her tit in your mouth. She gazes down at your dazed expression and feels her pussy pulse with growing need once more. She’ll reprimand your clinginess plenty— after you’ve made her come down your throat at least a couple of times.

#ptn x reader #vautour bleu #vautour bleu x reader #path to nowhere #ptn x you #ptn smut #vautour bleu smut

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sinful-lanterns · 1 year ago

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GRIND ON ME

synopsis: riding the abs of the ptn women

featuring: zoya, rahu, cinnabar, deren

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader (zoya and deren), dom! afab fem reader (rahu and cinnabar), reader on top, ab riding, grinding, mentions of a strap (cinnabar), sleepy se.x (deren), pet names, reader being whiny, short fic, not proofread, may be ooc.

art credits: ruthless

ZOYA

“Oh, you can do better than that, babe…”

Zoya chuckled and leaned back against the headboard as she watched you ride her abs on top of her. She had this cocky, yet lustful expression in her eyes when you emitted breathless whimpers and gripped onto her shoulders to stabilize yourself. Oh come on, can’t your girlfriend give you a break? It’s not your fault her muscles were so large and…defined.

“Zoya— hnn” You groaned and moved your hips more feverishly, coating her chiseled abs in the clear, webby slick that you produced and making them practically shine the bedroom light. “Quit teasing. Help me please…”

“Tch. You seem like you’ve got it under control, though,” Zoya smirked, gently patting your butt and placing her hands over your hips. Though she wasn’t helping you move in the slightest, her large hands were more than enough to send you over the edge, gripping your waist and making you feel as if you were in the hold of a giant predator.

“Zoya…” your legs were getting tired from the riding, each bump of her abs rubbing up against your folds so wonderfully and grinding against your clit. “Ah, fuck…”

Like the wolf that she is, Zoya had to wipe away some drool that escaped her mouth. Goddamn. Even if she wasn’t receiving any physical pleasure from you, just the sight of your wet pussy tensing up and sliding down her abs alone was enough to get Zoya turned on.

“Shit, babe…” she growled and cupped your ass with one hand, “Did you cum already? My stomach is practically dripping wet from you…”

“No…” you whined, slightly embarrassed that the amount of slickness you produced made Zoya think you had already come. “Hah, fine,” Zoya grinned wolfishly and grabbed onto your waist, using her arm strength to forcibly make you ride her as you didn’t even need to move a muscle. “Let’s see how wet you really get when I help you.”

RAHU

“Hey…wait…”

Rahu’s face was so pink, blushing from ear to ear as she watched you get on top of her and plant your bare pussy down on her abs. When you asked to ride her tonight, she didn’t expect you to choose her abs out of all things. She was flustered (and a bit curious) to see how this would work for the both of you, as she had never thought her girlfriend would be so bold as to try this.

“What? Don’t like the sight of me on your abs, Rahu?” You teased, gently moving your cunt against her muscles and watching as they tensed up from the feeling.

“Ah— th-that’s…” Rahu’s breath hitched as her eyes turned wide at the sight, watching as your pretty lips dragged across her stomach and coated them in your slick. “Oh…”

She didn’t know what else to do but to sit there and take it, eyes zeroed in on the sight of your dripping pussy like a dog trained on the sight of a treat. “Can I…eat you out later…?” She asked rather ravenously, the slightest glisten of drool leaking past her lips. “I want to show my devotion to you too…”

“Maybe later, baby.” You chuckled, wrapping your arms around her neck and grinding your hips a bit slower, really accentuating the drag of your folds against her muscles. “I want to see you squirm for a bit.”

Rahu whimpered and couldn’t help but get extremely turned on at the sight of your precum dripping down her stomach. It was a very…exciting sight for the woman to witness, her breaths coming out in labored pants like a dog who was about to enter a severe rut.

“Okay…”

You smiled and kissed her cheek, gently grinding your hips a bit further and making poor Rahu groan in desperation, clawing at the sheets.

“That’s my good Rahu.”

CINNABAR

“A-Are you sure this is safe?”

Cinnabar’s breath hitches when you settle down on top of her abdomen instead of her strap, your glistening folds hovering over her sculpted abs and

making poor Cinnabar gulp with anticipation. “I can definitely take you, but please don’t accidentally fall off. If you land on your side the wrong way, it could—”

You cut her off by plopping your pussy down on her stomach and smirking at the way her face turned bright pink. “O-Oh…” was all that came out of her mouth as she stared at the way your legs spread over her sides, giving her the perfect view of your cunt spreading over her tense muscles. “That…wow…”

It was always endearing to see this cute bodyguard grow flustered over your actions, your hands settling over her breasts and using them as a way to stabilize yourself. “Pfft, your face is so cute…” you chuckle softly, gently grinding your hips against her stomach.

Cinnabar was left lying there, eyes trained on the way you rode her abs as she felt a pang of wetness dampen at the harness of her strap. “I…well,” she smiled shyly and rubbed the back of her head, “As long as you are happy, I don’t mind you taking me like this.”

“Ohhh Cinnababy…” you chuckled, tracing your fingers down her chiseled stomach and licking your lips at the sight. “You’re always so sweet, trying to please me all the time…” Cinnabar let out a small groan when you began riding her and coating her abs in your slick. You watched in satisfaction when her beautiful abs tensed together and caused them to hit your clit at the perfect time. “Ah…”

Cinnabar tried to hide her face from all the erotic noises you were making, as well as keep herself still so you don’t accidentally fall. “Darling, does it really feel that good?”

“Tch, of course it does! Everything about you sends me over the edge…” you smiled and pulled one of her hands to rest against your hip, the other hand cupping Cinnabar’s face and making you face her. “Now, help me ride you even faster. I promise to take your strap later if you do.”

“Heh, yes ma’am…”

DEREN

“Hnnnn…you’re doing so much work for me, baby…”

Deren groaned sleepily as she looked up at you with tired eyes under the wide brim of her hat. You had woken Deren up from a nap with the need to ride her and satisfy your pent up desires, but poor Deren was too sleepy to go all the way with you this time. It was until you pulled up her shirt and planted your dripping wet pussy on her stomach, that she finally started to wake up a little.

“Oh…” was all Deren said as she looked up at you with surprised eyes and watched as you desperately started to grind on her abs. Though she was initially shocked, her expression quickly morphed into one of smugness as she laid back on the couch and gazed up at you. “That’ll work.”

So now you were just lazily grinding on Deren and trying to satiate your needs, all the while your girlfriend smirked lovingly at you and watched as sweat dripped off your face. “Enjoying yourself babe?”

“Oh shut it.” You grumbled, squeezing your eyes shut as you ground your pussy further into Deren’s stomach. She raised a brow at your sass, yet figured it was because she wasn’t giving you the attention you wanted.

“Sorry, let me help you there…” Deren purred, suddenly flexing one of her abs and causing you to buck your hips a little at the sudden pulse. “Better?”

“Deren…” you whined, looking down at her desperately.

“Pfft, what?” She smiled sleazily and grabbed onto your waist, running her fingers across your stomach and gently kneading your ass. “Do you not want me to help you?” Deren then moved her hands around your hips, encircling you completely as she helped you move against her tense muscles. “Fine…let me satisfy my whiny girl.”

She chuckled and moved her thumbs to your puffy clit, rubbing against it as you groaned and buried your face in her neck.

“I’ll have you ride something else later.”

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bunnivez · 4 months ago

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Hello! I was wondering if the omegaverse event was still happening? And if so, might I possibly request Garofano?

Comment: ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა good gracious I need to finish these requests NOW….

જ⁀➴ … Event .. This event is omegaverse themed

“Lovely? Is everything alright? Oh…” You could feel Garofano’s presence behind the door. You hadn’t told her anything; it hit you so unexpectedly. Your heat arrived earlier than expected and you were not prepared for it.

It was too late though, your pheromones were everywhere, she probably already noticed with the way she has remained silent; you whimpered and heard the door creak open. She gazed at your sweaty, pathetic form, panting and whimpering. You looked up at her, everything was so hot. She looked at you with sympathy and slowly made her way to you, sitting on the edge of the bed and noticing the pile of her clothes.

“Oh, poor girl. Why didn’t you tell me, lovely? I detest seeing my baby suffer.” Your eyes slightly glistened with tears at her words, “I didn’t want to bother you.” You weakly replied.

Garofano frowned, “Bother me? Never my love, you are so precious and I want you to feel comfortable; not suffer,” She said and caressed your cheek which made you whimper and lean closer to her. Her touch is all you needed at the moment, you needed her closer, her hands roaming across your hot body, her scent, her kisses…

“Good girl, very good girl. So precious, sooo good ” She moaned as she thrusted deep inside you. She was so sweet with you, so caring, always satisfying your needs. Garofano leaned down to kiss your moaning face, a kiss on your cheek, nose, forehead, and a small one on your lips.

It felt so good you wanted to cry; beg even. Your foggy mind couldn’t process her words well, or her actions, only that it felt good the way her cock slid in and out of you.

“Oh my sweet baby, ah, it feel’s good doesn’t it? You like it when mommy fills your tight little hole hm? Haaa mmm, o-oh honey you feel so good.” Beautiful: her moans were so beautiful it could make you cum just like that. How pathetic you are for her, how needy you are for your alpha you truly have no shame.

You wrapped your legs around her waist, urging her to go deeper inside you, dump another load and claim you as hers over and over again. Your moans muffled against her soft breasts as hers grew slightly louder.

One more deep thrust is all it took for you to reach your peak for heaven knows what time. You felt so sore and sensitive like a raw nerve. Your climax triggered Garofano’s own, she pushed as deep as she could making you let out a strangled cry.

She didn’t even pull out once she was done, after all you need to be filled up properly. While you recovered from the countless orgasms, Garofano sweetly kissed the top of your head.

“You did good my sweet girl, very good. Tomorrow we can continue until your heat is all gone. For now we should rest. I love you, darling.”

⟢ 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐳 ᵎᵎ — do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt any of my works without my permission and or confirmation.

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inou-ie · 2 years ago

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Pairing(s): Rahu and Shalom x female reader

Warnings: NSFW, transfem Rahu, transfem Shalom, double penetration, overstimulation, breeding, threesome, polyamory.

MDNI

Waking up with two women on either side of you, holding you tightly as if they're afraid to lose you, made you feel protected and loved. However, you couldn't deny the soreness in your body from being held tightly in that position throughout the night.

You groaned, attempting to sit up and free yourself from their grip, but it was to no avail. Rahu and Shalom held you tightly, and from the way they were embracing you, you could already discern which one aimed to protect you and which one desired to dominate you.

"Where are you going...?" Rahu opened her eyes, gently touching your cheek to turn your head and make you look at her. "Bathroom? I could come with you." she suggested before sitting up. She released her hold on you to stretch her limbs.

However, the moment Rahu let go of you, a pair of arms tightly wrapped around your waist. "What's this? Are you paying more attention to her?" you heard Shalom whisper near your ear, pulling you closer towards her body.

You couldn't help but chuckle when Rahu tried to snatch you away, only for Shalom to steal a kiss from your cheek, looking at Rahu with a teasing grin.

"You..." Rahu growled lowly, quickly kissing your cheek as well before glaring at Shalom.

"What? It's not like you couldn't do the things I did." Shalom said, her gentle smile never leaving her face.

It was an everyday occurrence. They were like a loyal and protective dog, one who wanted to keep you all to herself, and a mischievous and graceful cat, one who sought to claim you as her own.

They both knew there was nothing to fight about because you loved them both equally. Still, they couldn't help but vie for your love and affection.

The only thing they could agree on was their desire to make you feel good and happy. Even though they argue while they pleasure you, they share the same goal: to make you feel like you're on cloud nine.

One of the things you find amusing is when Rahu and Shalom make you toss a coin. If it lands on tails, then it'll be Shalom who gets to fill you up first; if it's heads, it'll be Rahu.

Their faces while they wait for you are truly adorable, filled with anticipation and excitement... completely different when they have you writhing and whimpering while they're deep inside you.

You watched them closely, their gazes following the movement of your hands as you tossed the coin in the air. The moment it landed in your hand, they moved closer to get a better look.

"It's… tails." you said, showing the coin to them. If Rahu had a tail, it would be drooping to the ground now, making her look like a puppy who had been accidentally kicked.

Shalom chuckled, wrapping her arms around your neck from behind as she looked at Rahu. "Too bad, huh?" Shalom said in a teasing tone, sticking her tongue out, which made Rahu frown. "Don't tease her too much…" you told Shalom, but she just shrugged.

"Alright, let's get you ready." Shalom is quick to remove your clothes, her hands were gentle but you could feel the desperation in her touches. While Rahu moved behind you, making you rest your back against her body while she embraces you.

Shalom started to remove her clothing, one by one, slowly... making sure to maintain eye contact with you. Your gaze quickly shifted towards her erection, and oh how big she is... makes you wonder how can such thing even fit inside of you.

"You ready?" Shalom asked, her hands gently caressing the soft flesh of your thighs before spreading them slowly to reveal your already wet cunt.

As you mumble a barely audible "...ready." she lifts your chin with her finger and commands, "Eyes on me first." Your gaze remains locked onto hers as she moves even closer, bringing her length right up against your soaking wet heat.

"Open your mouth." she whispered softly, her gentle smile guiding you into submission. Without hesitation, you obey and open your mouth wide for her as she leans closer. Her tongue swiftly darts into your mouth, causing a soft moan to escape your lips.

As Shalom's tongue slowly explores your mouth, she teases your clit with the tip of her cock. The gentle pressure against it causes your toes to curl and hips to buck in search of more contact.

The tip of her cock gently crushing your clit, Shalom's hold on you tightens. Rahu's hands find their way to your breasts, fondling them gently as she begins to bite and lick your earlobe before pushing her tongue in. The combination of sensations is almost too much for you to handle, causing your eyes to roll back in pleasure.

Shalom and Rahu's teasing leaves you trembling with anticipation. When Shalom finally pulls away, a string of saliva connects the two of you as your breathing becomes ragged. Tears form in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure they have given you.

Shalom purred, "So adorable... we haven't even started yet." She gave you one last kiss on the lips before holding your thighs apart and keeping you still with Rahu's help. "You're already dripping wet." she said as her cockhead ran along your wet folds, causing your body to shudder in anticipation.

"Please, hurry..." you mumble, offering yourself to her completely. Shalom aligned her cock in front of your entrance and slowly began to penetrate you. The feeling of her thick length pressing against your tight pussy is almost too much for you to handle as she finally pushed all the way inside.

As you felt yourself being stretched by Shalom's cock, your back arched slightly. Rahu held onto you tighter and leaned in to place soft kisses on your neck before nibbling gently at your flesh. The pressure of Rahu's cock bulging through her pants against your back adds another layer of excitement for you.

"You're so cute..." Rahu whispered in your ear, her voice filled with anticipation. She carefully undid her pants to free her throbbing cock, which was already leaking precum. Shifting positions, she positioned herself near your face as she pleaded silently for you to take her cock deep into your mouth.

As Shalom begins to thrust inside of you in a steady rhythm, your hand reaches out and grasps Rahu's cock. The moment your skin makes contact, Rahu groans loudly and her hips buck forward. Her eyes plead with you for more as she begs for you to take her entire length into your throat.

As you open your mouth wide enough to take Rahu's cock inside, she lets out a soft groan. You begin by swirling your tongue around the head before slowly taking her entire length into your mouth before starting to suck on it eagerly.

Shalom watches intently as she speeds up her thrusts, hitting deeper and deeper inside of you with each stroke. "Pay attention to me too..." Shalom's hand squeezes your breast roughly, causing you to moan muffled sounds around Rahu's cock.

"She's taking us so well," Shalom says, looking at Rahu. "I bet she can take more." Rahu nods in agreement as her eyes never leave yours. "You know how to stop us when it gets too much for you, right?" She asks softly, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Feeling reassured by your nod, Rahu begins thrusting her hips harder into your mouth while still maintaining care not to hurt or overwhelm you. Her hand fixes your hair gently before moving down to caress the side of your face lovingly.

Meanwhile, Shalom continues to drive deep inside of you with steady rhythm, the sensation of being taken so carefully and intimately by both women is exhilarating beyond words.

The room is filled with the lewd, wet sounds of your mouth sucking on Rahu's cock and the squelching sounds of Shalom's entire length sliding in and out of your pussy. The slapping of flesh against flesh echoes through the air.

You start to tear up from the overwhelming pleasure as Rahu's cock throbs against the back of your throat, causing you to gulp down all the precum that leaks out. Shalom grabs both your arms and pulls you closer to her as she starts pounding into you.

As Shalom takes control, her hips buck wildly against yours, accelerating her thrusts deep inside of you. You can't help but let go of Rahu's cock momentarily as Shalom's cockhead presses against your cervix in every powerful stroke. Rahu notices this immediately and holds onto your head firmly while shoving her entire length back into your mouth.

Rahu's voice is full of desire and desperation as she mumbles, "Just a little more..." Her hand tightens on the back of your head to keep you in place while Shalom's cock bulges out in your stomach with every powerful thrust.

Your cries of pleasure are muffled by Rahu's cock as both women reach their climaxes at the same time, filling you with their essence. Thick ropes of cum flow down your throat from Rahu while Shalom buries her entire length deep inside of you, pressing against your cervix and filling every inch of your womb with her seed.

"You're so good..." Rahu praises as she holds onto your head tightly for a moment before releasing it slowly, allowing some air to enter your lungs after she's filled you so fully. She watches as Shalom continues thrusting her hips hard against yours, pressing her cock deeper and harder against your cervix, pushing all of her cum into every corner of your womb.

Your eyes lock onto Rahu's throbbing cock, wet with a mixture of her cum and your saliva. The urge to clean it off overtakes you as you lean forward instinctively, taking her cock back into your mouth once more. You suck on it hard enough for Rahu to let out a deep groan of pleasure.

Shalom pants heavily, her thrusts slowing down and eventually stopping completely. She remains buried deep inside of you for just a few more moments longer – savoring the feeling of being so deeply connected with you in every possible way.

Shalom smirks down at you with satisfaction, her chest still heaving from the exertion. "Good girl," she praises softly as she carefully pulls out of your pussy. "Did it feel good?"

Your pussy grips around Shalom's cock deliciously as it finally releases its hold on you, leaving behind a trail of her cum. You let go of Rahu's cock with a satisfied pop before speaking up, "It was amazing." As Rahu's cum trickles down your chin, Shalom leans in close to wipe it away softly for you.

"We're not done yet... I still have my turn to fill you up." Rahu quickly helps you sit up and then easily lifts your entire body weight onto her lap so that you're sitting down on top of her.

Your pussy rubs against Rahu's cock teasingly as it continues to throb and leak pre-cum beneath you. You lean forward slightly, offering yourself more fully to her.

Rahu's arms wrap around you tightly as she lays back slowly, holding onto your body close to her chest. "Ride me?" she asks in a pleading tone, causing you to laugh softly at her eagerness.

"Please..." Rahu adds with an endearing blush on her cheeks, her hips bucking upwards to rub her cock against your folds teasingly.

"Of course, how can I refuse you?" You lean against Rahu's shoulder for support as she holds her cock still, allowing you to sink down onto it slowly. Her low growl of pleasure fills the room when your wet pussy easily surrounds and engulfs her thick length.

Rahu's hands reach up towards yours, interlocking your fingers tightly together. Her hips buck upwards slightly in response to the sensation, urging you deeper onto her cock with each thrust. You feel yourself opening up more fully around her girth, welcoming every inch of her into your core as if it were made specifically for her.

As you lose yourself in the pleasure of riding Rahu's cock, a pair of hands snake around your waist from behind. Shalom whispers into your ear, "Aren't you forgetting about me?" She gently pushes on you, making you bend down slightly so that your breasts are pressing against Rahu's chest and your ass is now presented to her temptingly.

"Can you take us both?" Shalom asks with a teasing grin as she begins caressing your ass gently, sending shivers of anticipation through your body. Her fingers trail up and down your crack, spreading your cheeks open wider for her inspection. You feel her hot breath against your sensitive skin before you suddenly feel something blunt and hard pressing against your entrance from behind.

"Shalom, wai– ah..nggh!" Your eyes go wide with surprise at the sudden intrusion as Shalom slowly starts pushing her own cock inside of you from behind – stretching you out further than ever before.

You can't see Shalom's face, but you just know she must be grinning widely down at the sight of both her and Rahu taking turns filling your body completely.

Rahu holds onto you tightly against her chest, not letting go even as she thrusts powerfully inside of you in perfect sync with Shalom behind you. Her cock hits all the right spots inside of you, sending waves upon waves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in your body. As for Shalom, each thick inch that disappears into your ass is met with a moan from deep within her throat.

Your pussy grips around Rahu's cock tightly while your ass clenches greedily onto Shalom's invading length. It feels like being filled up by two impossibly large and hard members at once.

As Rahu continues to thrust into your pussy, her breathing becomes more labored and she lets out a deep moan of pleasure. "So good," she mutters between ragged gasps for air. "So tight..."

Meanwhile, Shalom's cock inside you feels like it's hitting every single one of your sensitive nerves as she takes advantage of the position to grind against your ass cheeks with each powerful thrust. Her free hand finds its way down to play with your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight from your core to every inch of your body.

As Rahu continues to thrust into your pussy with all her might, her tongue circles around your nipple before she finally takes it into her mouth, sucking on it with such intensity that you feel like you might float away from the sensation. Your entire body feels like it's melting under their combined assault.

You don't know how much longer you can hold out as Rahu continues to thrust powerfully inside of you while Shalom pistons in and out of your ass, claiming every last bit of your attention for themselves.

Your voice is barely a whisper as you find yourself on the brink of orgasm. "Too much..." you murmur hoarsely, your soft whimpers filling the room now that your loud moans have subsided.

Rahu's tongue flicks against one of your nipples while Shalom pinches and rolls your clit between her fingers – each touch sending shivers down your spine. Their pace doesn't slow even for a moment.

Shalom's voice is hushed, almost a murmur against your skin. "Shh... you can take it." Her thrusts grow deeper and harder as she matches Rahu's pace, pushing both of you closer to the edge.

And then finally – with one last powerful push from behind – Shalom finds her own release inside of you while Rahu follows suit moments later. Their combined moans fill the room as their hot seed spills into and around your body in a thick, sticky mess.

Your body feels completely filled to the brim with their combined weight and presence as Shalom pins you between her own body and Rahu's. You can feel every inch of them against your skin, from their chests pressed against yours all the way down to where they're still buried deep inside of you.

Just as you thought they were done, Rahu held your head still with one hand, burying it in the crook of her neck while the other kept you pressed against her body. Shalom, on the other hand, kept her hands around your hips. It felt overwhelmingly good when they resumed their pounding into your holes.

This time, their movements became more intense. Losing themselves as they started slamming their hips in ecstasy as they enjoy the sounds of your moans and cries. It's as if they were racing towards their climax using your holes, yet you still found yourself enjoying every moment of it.

Your body unconsciously tries to get away from the overwhelming pleasure, but Rahu and Shalom hold onto you tightly. They continue pounding into you like two animals in heat as their loud groans and your moans fill the room.

You grit your teeth, trying your best to keep up with them both. Every inch of you is stretched taut around their cocks; it feels like being taken by a pair of wild beasts whose only goal is to claim you completely for themselves.

"Fuck..." your voice trembles along with your body as you let out a hoarse cry, overwhelmed by the intense sensations coursing through every inch of you. You can barely form the word as Rahu's cock pulverizes your womb again and again – filling it up to bursting point with her thick seed while Shalom's invading length continues to stretch and fill your ass greedily from behind.

Shalom leans back slightly to get a better view of your body trembling and shaking as you lie flatly on Rahu's chest, unable to move an inch anymore. Rahu stares down at your fucked out face with an expression that mixes tenderness with pride.

"How cute..." Rahu murmurs softly before adding with a laugh, "If you keep being this adorable, we'll just keep going for the whole day and night if that's what it takes."

At the mention of more pleasure, Shalom quickly interjects, "That's exactly what she wants. Let's give it to her." She grabs a handful of your hair, pulling your head back so that both women can see clearly into your eyes – searching for any sign of discomfort or pain. But there is none; instead all they find reflected back at them is your satisfied expression, eyes asking for more.

As Shalom lets go of your hair, you collapse back onto Rahu's chest with a contented sigh. Rahu quickly pat your head lovingly before leaning down to place a soft kiss against it – as if she hadn't just filled every inch of your womb with her cum.

"There, there..." Rahu murmurs soothingly. "We'll give you more... much more." She promises, her voice full of unwavering commitment towards satisfying all of your desires.

While Shalom planted soft kisses against your back, you could still feel their cocks throbbing inside of you – a reminder that neither woman intends to stop anytime soon but you could tell they're holding back to give you comfort from how roughly they treated you earlier.

"How about I join Rahu inside this tight little hole of yours?" Shalom's sudden suggestion echoes in the room as she slowly pulls out of your ass, leaving it gaping and leaking her cum steadily. Her eyes then drift down to observe how tightly your pussy grips onto Rahu's throbbing cock.

Rahu's voice holds a note of concern as she shakes her head slightly, replying to Shalom's suggestion. "I don't think she can handle that..." Despite her words, you felt Rahu's cock twitch inside you. You knew how much she wants to try it as well.

Shalom grabbed your hair once again. As she pulls back your head, her other hand rubbing soothingly against the side of your face. "I'm not asking you, Rahu..." She starts off teasingly before adding with a sultry chuckle, "I'm asking our beautiful girl right here... So, want to try? Don't you want to feel us both inside your tight little pussy?" Her words send shivers down your spine and between your legs.

Shalom's eyes light up with anticipation at your nod of consent, her own smile widening into something predatory yet somehow endearing all at once. "Good girl..." She coos softly against your ear.

With that, they both promised to be gentle with you... but the moment they felt how tight you were around them, they immediately went wild. Slamming their cocks into you alternately, making you scream and cry out in pleasure as they took turns hitting your cervix. You were so stuffed full of them that all you could do was pant for air while drooling from the sheer ecstasy of it all.

"...more... so good..." you whispered, your voice carrying the passion and desire in it. They fucked you for hours on end, only changing positions when Rahu picked you up in her strong arms while they continued thrusting into you deeply. All thoughts were driven from your mind as you sobbed in pleasure, your head resting on Rahu's shoulder, biting her hard when it gets too overwhelming. Despite their ferocity, they made sure to comfort you with praises and soft kisses throughout, making you feel exhausted yet satisfied.

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