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ℛiri ♱ blade 's sweetheart since 2023 !! seasian id/eng

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001 : 𝓑ring me there!

cw profanity, death jokes. WHITE text theme is readers pov, DARK text theme is blades!

a/n: bye this is prolly so ooc for blade but wtvs

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[SDV] Bachelors x Reader Not Wanting Them To Pull Out

Summary: Anon does a good job explaining what's going on here!

Warning(s): Pure smut, Shane and Alex are a bit mean, but nothing too dramatic, Whiny Sebastian, Needy Sam, Nothing much to note here! These headcanons/drabbles are just sex 😩

Side Note(s): Admittedly, I made Shane's short because I worried this fic was already gettin' a bit long. 😔

Elliott

Freezes immediately.

He could've sworn that his brain conjured up a lewd mimic of your voice to trick him.

But, when he turned his head down to look at your panting form, your eyes glazed over with lust and pure need. Your legs around him tightened, bringing him in closer as your lips formed into a pout.

"D-Don't pull out..." You murmured, embarrassed at your own words, before a soft moan escaped your lips when you felt Elliot's cock twitch inside of you at what you had just said.

Slowly, he began to move again, his once wide-open eyes beginning to slowly flutter as if they were on the verge of shutting. "A-Are you sure, my love? I don't want to—fuck...make you uncomfortable, do something against—"

Your legs tightened once more.

"...I'm sure."

That's all the confirmation he needed.

♡ - "You're so cruel, my love..." Elliott whispered to you as he planted kisses all over your face, not a single area left untouched by his affection, as the stark contrast of Elliot's soft kisses compared to his borderline feral thrusts threw your already spinning mind even more for a loop. "Asking me to cum inside you so sweetly..."

Each word that was spoken to you went in one ear and out the other as you held onto Elliott for dear life, your already present knot in the pit of your gut getting tighter and tighter the more that Elliott's cocktip continued to punch into your g-spot. The idea of having to be careful not to accidentally cum inside of you...to not fill you up with everything that he had to offer...it became foggier and foggier in the writer's mind as he hugged you tighter to his body.

His cock twitched inside of your clenching walls, a combination of your oozing slick and his pre-cum dribbling out from your used hole and onto the bed sheets below as breathless pants and grunts fell from Elliott's lips more and more.

He couldn't believe you'd allow him to do such a thing.

To cum inside you, his heart could've burst. His body growing hotter and hotter as his balls drew up closer to his body, while desperate whines and moans of your name poured from his mouth before he suddenly stilled against your twitching cunt. You let out a soft whine of his name as your thighs began to twitch with your orgasm that followed soon after Elliott's, the feeling of his warm cum flooding your insides...not leaving a single place inside of you unpainted—you were beginning to regret not letting him cum inside of you sooner.

But, as you began to climb down from your high and relax against the sheets with a satisfied hum, you gasped at the feeling of Elliott's cock twitching inside of you. "E-Elliott?" You gulped.

"Certainly you didn't think we were done after one round, especially when you asked me to cum inside you?" The writer had a wicked glint in his green eyes, eager for more of you. "We have, at least, a couple more rounds to go, my dear."

Sebastian

The rhythm of his thrusts stutters at your words.

"Are...are you sure?" Sebastian asks you, his thrusts not actually stopping but more so beginning to speed up. His heart hammered inside his chest even harder as your words, "Don't pull out," echoed inside his mind.

When you stated that you were sure, Sebastian wasted no time in placing his weight onto your form, his arms snaking around your torso as he buried his face into the side of your neck while your legs locked around his waist to keep him close.

To say that his cock twitched would be a gross understatement.

"S-Say it again." He mumbled to you. "Don't pull out..." He nearly begged you to say it, a constant reminder that what you had said hadn't been a mere possible lapse in his sanity.

♡ - "Don't pull out..." You panted, your mouth forming into a lewd 'O' shape as your eyes fluttered with the urge to close. "Don't pull out...don'tdon'tdon't—" Your begging pleas became needier and needier until they were suddenly stopped by a choked-up moan. And yet, as the headboard of your bed began to fiercely hit the poor wall behind it...your moans began to border on a scream from Sebastian's suddenly invigorated thrusts.

"Don't pull out..."

Your words repeatedly played in his mind like a broken record as Sebastian dragged his throbbing cock, eager with the urge to cum, in and out of your tightly clenching insides as his hands traveled from lightly holding your hips, to aid in each of his thrusts, accurately hitting your deepest pleasure spot, to his arms wrapping themselves around you. All to ensure that you couldn't run.

You had begged him to cutely for him to cum inside of you...to paint your insides white—although Sebastian respected your wishes to not cum inside of you, he would be a liar if he were to say that he hadn't jerked off to the thought of being able to cum inside of your tight cunt.

And the day had finally arrived.

"S-Sebs—fuuuuccckkk!" Your moans practically echoed throughout the room as you hugged Sebastian's body, his moans getting louder and louder in pitch against your ear as he felt his orgasm begin to creep up on him. "S-So hard—Oh!"

"S-Sorryyy..." A drawled out apology babled from his lips. "J-Just—h-happy...oh fuck—!"

More, more, more.

Alongside your plea, the words bounced around inside his head, spurring the recluse to fuck you harder and deeper. He hadn't even noticed you were close to cumming until your walls had suddenly clenched around him, almost impossibly tight, as a shrill wail tore from your throat alongside the distinct sound of something squirting. "S-Sebastian...!" You gasped. "S-Sensitiveee—"

"Just a little more..." He groaned to you, lewd squelching noises began to erupt from where your joined sexes met one another as Sebastian's cock throbbed inside of you, more of his pre-cum dribbling out from his tip before Sebastian stilled against your pussy—but only for a second. He wanted to cum inside of you...over and over and over again until he was shooting nothing but blanks. "Sebby..."

"Sorry," He apologized again. "I...I have to cum inside of you again...j-just a few more times." He murmured, his slow, deep thrusts both fucking his fresh cum deeper into your pussy as well as making some escape through your twitching hole before he slowly started to pick up the pace once more to his original speed.

Just a few more times...he wanted to see you absolutely dripping with his cum.

Sam

Immediately begins to pick up his pace at your desperate plea.

The feeling of your limbs hugging his body tighter to your own, silently pleading for him to not slip his cock out of your desperate cunt as he usually did—it made Sam nearly cum on the spot right then and there.

"Yeah?" He moaned, almost as if he were teasing you that he was going to pull out anyway. "You're so desperate for my cum all of a sudden? What changed, huh, babe?" His cock twitched with the urge to cum at your moans, increasing in pitch and volume.

His tongue slyly slipped from his mouth to lick his lips at the delicious sight of your eyes, silently pleading for him to not pull out.

He had been wanting to cum inside of your tight cunt since the day that you two had actually started having sex, but he respected your wishes of not wanting to risk any...accidents. Had you changed your mind all of a sudden? Oh, he didn't think he could handle it if you said to him that you wanted to give him a kid or two!

He'd want to fuck you all night!

He'd leave that question for another time, but for now? Sam placed a hand over your lips, the feeling of your moans reverberating against his hand, making him chuckle as he placed a kiss against your forehead.

♡ - "You don't want me to pull out, huh?" He goaded you as his free hand pressed against the back of your thigh, allowing him to shove his cock even deeper into your sweet pussy as you nearly screamed into his hand at the feeling of his cocktip starting to bully against your poor cervix.

"Tell me to keep going, show it by trying to fuck your slutty pussy back onto my dick." Sam filthily encouraged you, a hiss escaping through his teeth at the feeling of your nails dragging up his back as you attempted to move your hips to meet each of his thrusts. Each drag of your nails served as a deliciously painful sign that you wanted all of his cum...and the blonde was more than happy to give it to you as a drawled out moan fell from his kiss swollen lips.

"S-Saaammmm..." The sound of a muffled moan of his name made his cock throb inside of you, encouraging Sam to move even faster as his balls began to slap against your soaking sex while his thrusts began to become even sloppier, sweat rolling down his forehead as he chased after you and his impending orgasms. In his mind, he couldn't believe his luck. Your pussy clenching and twitching at the sound of soft yet desperate 'Thank you's' leaving his lips as his baby blue eyes started to flutter closed as he felt his climax creep closer and closer.

"Y/N..." He whined to you as his hand shakily left your mouth to let your moans come out freely. "Y-You're double sure, right?" He made sure to ask. "Y-You're not messing with me, right—" You interrupted his doubting words by dragging his head down to kiss him, stealing away every moan, every gasp, and every moan of your name that Sam had to offer as you drowned in the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of your insides.

The knot in your stomach got tighter, more of your slick oozing out from your pussy before you suddenly came with a sharp cry against Sam's lips. The feeling of your tightness pushed him to his own orgasm, the impossible tightness along with the sound of your moans—the memory of how you begged him to not pull out...Sam couldn't hold himself back from cumming inside of you with a choked-up groan as his cum flooded your insides, dribbles of his spend even escaping from out of your cunt before Sam finally pulled himself from your lips to gulp down precious air.

And yet...the still present lust in his eyes, it told you clearly that he wanted another round...or two or three, maybe even four.

"L-Let's do that again," He whispered, confirming your thoughts. "Please."

Alex

When you finally uttered your shyly spoken plea, Alex became a bit more...cruel, oddly enough. In the way that he wants to hear you beg even more.

"Oh yeah?" Alex panted, his eyes becoming even more heavily lidded as he felt your pussy clench even tighter around his cock at the sound of his low voice, raspy with lust as he lowered himself closer to your face. It was rare that you begged him for something; could you blame him for wanting to milk the occasion a little?

Especially when it came to him not pulling out, he had been dreaming of this moment since the day you two started fucking!

"How much are you willing to beg for it?" His steadily growing smirk became even more apparent on his face as he picked up his pace, lewd plap plap plaps echoing from where your sexes met as each thrust punched out another desperate 'Please' from your lips.

"Let me hear every single plea, baby." He panted.

"After all...you don't want me to pull out, right?"

♡ - Right.

"Please—!" The word tore out from your lungs repeatedly as you gripped the sheets underneath you, Alex having flipped you onto your hands and knees while he fucked you from behind, his hands dragging your hips to meet each and every single one of his thrusts as lewd squelches and tiny spurts of your slick erupted from your pussy. You didn't know what exactly came over you, but you wanted more of Alex, soooooo much more to the point where the risk of pregnancy via him cumming inside of you...filling you up—

It didn't matter.

"P-Please...!" You loudly cried out as you looked behindn you to look Alex in the eye. "Cum inside me...N-Need it so bad—! Oooh...!" A wicked smirk crept onto Alex's lips at your needy begging, each one spurring him closer and closer to his already fast-approaching orgasm. He wished that you would've let out your cute pleas earlier...he would've held himself back, made you really work for his cum.

But, he supposed, after this round...it wasn't like the two of you were stopping anytime soon.

He'd have plenty of opportunities to make you beg for him to cum inside of you, again and again and again.

"Yeeahhh..." Alex let out a drawn-out moan at the sight of you fucking yourself back onto him. "Keep begging for my cum...let's see how much you'll work for it." You swore to yourself that you were willing to do anything at this point, your cunt clenhcing around Alex's repeatedly as you slowly built yourself as well as Alex up to your respective orgasms, your thrusts back onto his throbbing cock gorwing sloppier and sloppier as tiny whines of his name began to leave your lips, now begging for him to fuck you faster and harder. "P-Please...Oh!" The force of Alex's thrusts threatened to punch all the air you had left in your lungs straight out.

Your hands gripped and threatened to tear up the sheets beneath you, cries and babbles of Alex's name repeatedly falling from your lips as if you were a broken record, until you suddenly came. The force of your sudden climax hit you like a freight train, a scream tearing from your throat as you could hardly hear the sound of Alex's groan of praise as well as admiration at the mess you were making around him. The sight of your dripping cunt, squirting out your juices...the brunette only managed a few more thrusts before he stilled against your ass, giving you exactly what you had been begging for as rope after rope of his cum flooded your insides, painting your walls white, and while some of his cum even dripped out from your hole.

And as Alex began to slowly climb down from his high—his cock twitched with renewed vigor, causing a confused whine to slip from your lips that was followed up with gasping moans when you felt Alex begin to move once more. He wasn't through with you, not even by a longshot.

Harvey

When a stuttered "Don't pull out...please" left your lips, it caused Harvey to nearly cum on the spot once the words had fully registered in his head.

For a split second, he was going to recommend against cumming inside of you. The two of you had stated multiple times that you both wanted to enjoy your relationship for a few years, to not have to worry about any accidents and the likes!

Yet, as if you had sensed his thoughts, a moan hissed through his teeth when you began to move your hips, tugging his face closer to your own as you had that look in your eye that Harvey could never bring himself to resist.

"C'mon~" You purred. "Don't you wanna cum inside me? I know you wanna..." As if on command, Harvey began to move his hips, his already lust-filled gaze becoming more and more unfocused as he drowned in the sound of your moans, your voice, and the way you looked at him.

"I thought—I thought you wanted to be careful...I-I thought—Oh Yoba—that you didn't want children yet..."

You clicked your tongue with a playful roll of your eyes. "I can always get a pill. You sell them, right~?"

He did.

♡ - And he was embarrassed that he had completely forgotten about that fact; he quietly blamed your pliant little pussy for that. After all, his head was absolutely dizzy with lust when you had uttered the words. As if his mind was on a spinning wheel that only spun faster and faster the more that he fucked you, each thrust harder than the last as Harvey nearly folded you into a mating press just to reach you and his individual highs even faster.

He swore to himself that he wanted to act like a gentleman, to focus on your orgasm first, but...what you had asked him— it was nearly too much for his lust-addled brain to handle in that moment! "Fuck..." Harvey panted out, his forehead practically glued to your own as his eyes were firmly shut, each tense breath of his escaping through his clenched teeth as the lewd squelching noises between the two of you grew louder and louder.

Each thrust was fervent, full of want and pure need as Harvey chased after his orgasm inside the warmth of your pliant cunt.

The second that you reminded him that you could always get a pill from his pharmacy—he just couldn't stop himself.

He was embarrassed to admit to himself that he had been wanting to cum inside of you for a while, not as a kink but purely because leaving your cunt...just as he was on the verge of orgasm...it threatened to nearly pain him. And now that you've given him permission? He was addicted, the tightness of your cunt, the sound of your moans, and how you cried out his name, encouraging him to lose himself inside your cunt, to fill you up with his cum— "O-Oh Yoba..." He shakily whimpered out, his forehead slowly lifting off of yours before his face tucked itself into the side of your neck.

"So good...sososososo good—!"

"Cum inside me, Harvey~" You managed to purr out despite your words being broken up between moans and gasps. "M-Make me—oh fuck—make me feel sooooo good...! Please...!"

He would, he couldn't think of a reason—not that he wanted to—as to why he should do otherwise.

Quiet, almost reverent yesyesyes's left Harvey's lips repeatedly, his cock throbbing inside of you and oozing out even more of his pre-cum as he neared the verge of his orgasm. The feeling of his dick twitching inside of you so much, it made your clit ache even more with each thrust he delivered inside of you, tears of pleasure building up inside of your eyes until you felt it.

That pouring warmth that you had begged for as Harvey released a deep-bellied groan of your name into your neck, his hands gripping your sides even tighter as he stilled against your pussy, his cock twitching with every release he let out inside of you until he ultimately stilled with a heavy yet satisfied sigh. Until...his body twitched with realization. "You...you didn't cum—"

You answered his words immediately with a smirk. "I know," You giggled. "I'll have plenty of time to cum though! When I milk you dry~" Harvey's eyes widened as his face flushed even harder. Now that he had given you what you had wanted...you were feeling greedy, and Harvey didn't mind it in the slightest.

Shane

Like Alex, he becomes meaner (then what he's already displaying during sex, that is) and wants you to continue begging him not to pull out, and even goes so far as to ask you to do some of the work to prove to him that you reallyyyyy wanted it.

He's been wanting to shoot his load inside you for the longest now, but he respected your wishes, and plus, he didn't feel as if the two of you were ready to have kids yet.

But that single plea of yours made him change his mind completely within that short timeframe of you tearfully begging him.

"D-Don't pull out, you say..." Shane mocked you as his thrusts suddenly became slower but harder, each drag of his cock threatening to make him slip out of your oozing sex.

And every single time—you let out the most neediest sound.

"S-Shane...don't—"

"Don't rush me, I'm still thinking about whether or not I should listen to you," He tsked.

♡ - "Maybe I should just ignore you, huh? I've been wanting to cum inside this greedy hole of yours for months, and now you want to beg for me to fill you up?" Shane's tone almost sounded as if he were genuinely angry, yet despite your blurry vision on account of your unshed tears—you were able to see the mirth in his eyes.

He found this entire situation absolutely hilarious.

His cock twitched with the urge to cum inside of you, to fill and plug you up to make sure that not even a single drop of his cum was wasted by pooling out of your aching cunt and onto the ruined bedsheets. But, you sounded so cute when you begged that he just had to be a little greedy and ask you to beg him some more!

"D-Didn't mean to make you wait—d-didn't want—Oh fuck...!"

"Didn't want what?" Shane asked mockingly as you watched over your shoulder, the way he cocked his head to the side as his already present smirk grew on his lips. "Didn't want to risk me knockin' you up?" He couldn't deny the way his cock twitched inside of you at such a thought...he wasn't eager for kids by any means, but the idea of watching his cum drip from your clenching hole...it made Shane's grip on your hips tighten as he fucked you with even more vigor as he started to chase after this image in his head as well as you and his respective orgasms.

Each thrust he delivered into your greedy hole, dripping with your slick, threatened to take the very air out of your lungs as you gripped the sheets underneath you with all the strength you could muster up in the moment, anything to keep you from slipping into pleasurable insanity born from Shane's cock as he whispered lustful nothings.

"Sooooo good, y'know that?" Shane murmured to you as he began to bow over you, his mouth hanging open to gulp down every little bit of air he could as his balls drew up closer to him, in anticipation of his orgasm. "After I fill you up—Fuuuuckkk...hope you ain't too tired...gonna fill you till you're shaking."

And you, you couldn't wait for that to happen.

[dollsykes]

000 : 𝓜ystery man ?? (prologue)

cw: profanity, brief mentions of leon kennedy, kys jokes. "unknown" contact is blade :)

taglist: opened! @zhongchithoughts

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similar to stelle, blade doesnt study a lot but is widely recognized for his intelligence. he majors in computer science and breezes through exams with ease, leaving him with all the time in the world to play games.

silverwolf, a streamer, shares the same classes as blade. shes a huge roblox tryhard and makes content of her 1v1 matches on arsenal, rivals, overwatch and general fortnite content.

sparxie majors in graphic design and often spends time with silver wolf. she also likes to play overwatch but frequently rage quits.. for her own good, she takes breaks from playing.

ashveil chose a major that drew him in the most, egyptology. he does everything to stay entertained through the rest of his life and studies from time to time.

nihilux loves comic arts, and she cant seem to catch a break. she possesses a small interest in you because she claims that "your face is angelic." you are mutuals with her on social media, but you haven't really interacted with her yet.

yao guang is widely known for her intelligence and being radical. she majors in cryptology and tutors people occasionally. most teachers love her, but she tends to get distracted from her studies when shes with evanescia.

evanescia loves pop culture so she decided to major in entertainment studies. she is absolutely inseparable from yao guang and also loves fps games like silver wolf!

hopefully this isnt too ooc lmfao i actually havent played until planarcadia😭😭. dnidnidnix is blades priv

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𝓕inancially struggling bums

[name] majors in fashion design, often procrastinating and breaking down over her assignments, but somehow still passing. she spends her leisure time playing games on her ps5. being a shopaholic was like a second nature to her, so naturally she has a job (at a gaming cafe).

sunday, being highly influential, has a good source of income. hes currently unemployed and is a workaholic.. he likes to throw himself in studies since he majors in cannabis biology and chemistry. he often spends time with dan heng to study.

dan heng is similar to Sunday in a way. he shows no mercy to himself and wouldnt even take days off from his job and university if it werent for you and your friends encouraging him to. majors in astrobiology and has a gpa of 5.0

march 7th, who majors in something similar as you – fashion marketing! teamwork makes the dreamwork as they say.. she and stelle are very close and they crash in your dorm often. clever, but not exactly smart.

stelle, who barely studies but somehow is on top of all her classes. she majors in bioinformatics, but took a second major (sociology) at the same time because she got bored of it. shes a huge game nerd like [name] and forces march to watch her play games or play with her.

caelus, who majors in human development, cant seem to develop his iq any further.. he slacks off in all his classes and has a gpa of 1.0. notorious for being stupid. however, if he actually tried he wouldve actually been brilliant at his major. since he grew up with stelle, he also loves games

dan heng works at a cat cafe & march is a professional party hoster. shedtwthater is ur priv acc!

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[dollsykes]

𝓨eah boy and doll face⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ blade x fem!reader smau

for your friend's birthday, you'd bought him the game you'd always talked about to him through aliexpress. you thought you'd entered the right address, until your friend told you he had never received the package ?!

cw: some kms/kys jokes, mostly crack, lowk unserious. reader & her whole fg are game nerds. ooc. dan heng never met blade before in this au. lots of swearing and college au. multiple games are mentioned (primarily final fantasy 7) but there are no spoilers. time stamps do not matter !!

ˋ°•*⁀➷ mutual pining & blade is a fake nonchalanter

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000 mystery man ?? (prologue)

001 bring me there!

002 tba

tag lists are always opened !! divider cred: suupersonic

[ceaseless-edge]

Thinking about Blade’s proclivity for alcohol & happy ramblings so…

Imagine Blade getting drunk one evening and taking your hands and saying, “I love you so much. I am going to bake you a three-tier cake.”

You laugh as he kisses your knuckles fervently, brushing it off as his standard drunken ramblings.

Except. In the morning you awaken to the smell of something warm, buttery and delicious being prepared, wayward cinnamon notes making your stomach growl.

You slink over to the kitchen and find Blade, wearing the ‘World’s Pookiest Chef’ apron you bought him, carefully stacking perfect layers of cake on top of each other with generous dollops of cream in between. Three tiers, as promised.

He’s lost the pep that had come with his tipsy state, his usual reserved aura having returned, but that doesn’t diminish the pompous glow about him.

“I’m almost done making your cake,” he states evenly (Shuhu makes him immune to hangovers). “I would normally oppose eating cake for breakfast, but we can make an exception just this once.”

He’s calmly icing some beautiful flowers on top, and you’re still dumbstruck.

So now whenever he gets drunk and starts to harp on about what grandiose endeavours he’ll embark on, you’re unsure if he really means it or not (you really hope his declaration that he’ll build a monument in your honour is just a figure of speech)…

[pwinkdelicacyy]

PARASOCIAL

a/n .ᐟ tw mentions of doxxing & parasocial behavior!!

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BYE I NEED AN UPDATE ASAP IM GONNA CRY STOPPP AHHH

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SMILE FOR THE CAMERA, BABY! ─ 707

mdni 18+ SUMMARY: you clean your apartment after a long day of whatever the fuck, when you decide to unwind in the shower. your mind trails off to 707, or Saeyoung as you prefer to call him. however your mind isn't the only one wondering places as you decide to have a little fun in your shower by yourself. unbeknownst to you, the is a small red dot flashing in the corner of your bathroom, suddenly your not so alone anymore. cw: MDI !! fluff, straight-up stalking, yearning seven, omg he wants that cookie baddd, obsessive, breaking n entering lol, voyeurism, porn with very little plot, dom seven, body worshipping, eating tf out, masturbation, overstim, coming untouched, pic after sex? idk what to call that erm.

word count: 6.6k REQUESTED!! by: AmonsRightEye on AO3

You wiped the sweat from your forehead, feeling the warmth from the setting sun on your skin. You place your hands proudly on your hips. Your lips curled with a triumphant grin. You had just finished cleaning Rika's apartment, or should you start calling it yours since you're being forced to live there..?

Who cares, free rent.

As you take a deep breath, the soft and comforting scent of Cashmere Cedar fills the air, wafting around the entire apartment. The main lights were off, allowing the soft glow of the mood lighting to create a peaceful atmosphere. Your bed sheets, freshly washed and still warm from the dryer. You also, against all odds, managed not only to do your laundry but also neatly fold and put it all away in your dresser.

Sighing happily, you took another last deep breath. This time, a slight pungent odor reached your nose.

Holy shit, what the fuck died in your vicinity.

Oh.

It's you.

You grimaced at the funk emanating from you, reminding you of your labors. Desperately, you walked to your room and opened the bottom drawer of the dresser. You rummaged around until you found some mismatched pajamas and a cute pair of lace-trimmed panties.

Leaving the drawer open, you headed to the bathroom and placed your clothes on the sink. You moved to the shower, turning the faucet. You adjusted the temperature, feeling the steam slowly build in the shower.

One by one, you undress, throwing your clothes into your hamper by the wall of your bathroom. You step into the shower slowly, sighing happily as the hot water relaxes your muscles. Taking a moment to unwind in the water. You begin to think about your day and gather your thoughts.

The day was mostly fine; you didn't hear much from the guys and Jaehee. Although Seven, or Luciel as he had demanded to be called, had been bugging you all day. Random pictures of yourself were sent to your phone via him, followed by some teasing text. Did it piss you off that he was watching you constantly? Yes.

But.. did the thought of him watching you constantly also turn you on?..

Yea.

But how could it not? The charming, quirky redhead was so... alluring. He always talked like he was an open book, constantly joking and flirting around with you. But when you looked deeper into his words and conversations, he never said anything about himself.

That mystery was so alluring that whenever you thought of the man, you couldn't help but get a little... hot. Even now, while you were showering.

You bit your lip softly, as your hand softly trailed down to your heat. Surely, you would have privacy in your bathroom.

Right?

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A smile slowly spread across Luciel's lips as he watched you proudly stand and admire your work. He giggled to himself from his desk, watching from his monitor as you sniffed your armpit and gagged exaggeratedly.

Sigh, what a woman, am I right?

Just as he was going to text you a picture of you gagging, his 'work' phone buzzed from across the room. He groaned, clearly annoyed by the disturbance, and decided to ignore it.

..Until he got a call.

He threw a tiny tantrum and wheeled his chair to a smaller desk that was surrounded by important papers. Buzzing in the middle of the mess was his phone displaying the name 'Zen'.

He grumbled to himself as he reached for the phone, making stank ass faces before picking up.

"Hello?" He batted his eyelashes and kicked his feet, even though it wasn't a video call.

"Heyy, Sevennn.. listen, I need a small tiney bitsy little favor.." The voice from the other line sounds like his normal charming self, but with undertones of nervousness.

"Oohh? Someone needs a favor? From THE 707? Why, me oh my! I never thought I would-"

"Yeah, yeah, just listen."

Luciel pouted from being cut off, but allowed it as Zen continued. The redhead turned his chair around once more, facing his monitors. When he noticed you had moved to a new location, his eyebrow arched as he moved towards his keyboard and began to search for you.

"And they won't stop bugging me! Like I'm sorry that I'm so sexy and gorgeous and-"

Zen's voice seemed to tune out as Luciel stared, wide-eyed, at this new view.

There you were, leaning against the cold shower wall, lips parted and cheeks flushed. Your hand, softly playing with your clit, occasionally dipping down into your soft, warm heat, causes a faint moan to escape your bitten lips.

Luciel felt his heart race as he stared at the unexpected sight on his monitor, his eyes widening in disbelief. He had been in the middle of a weird-ass conversation with Zen, but all thoughts of their conversation evaporated from his mind the moment he laid eyes on the gorgeous view in front of him.

There you were, completely naked and lost in your own world of pleasure, blissfully unaware that you were being watched.

Luciel couldn't tear his gaze away from the scene unfolding on his screen. He watched as your soft fingers danced over your most intimate area, your soft moans and gasps echoing through the speakers standing tall by his setup.

The way your plush body trembled with each touch, your chest heaving with every ragged breath, sent a ripple of desire through his body.

Oh god.

Luciel's pants grew tighter as he stared at the erotic display. His breath hitched, while his hardening cock began swelling and straining against the confines of his clothing.

He had always known that you were breathtakingly beautiful, but seeing you like this? Completely unguarded and consumed by your own lust, it took his breath away. The way your skin glistened with moisture, the water cascading down the gentle curves of your body.

God, what he would do just to lick up those droplets.

Unable to resist the urge to touch himself as he watched you, Luciel reached down and palmed his rock-hard cock through his pants, a low whine escaping his lips.

He couldn't believe this was happening, that he had stumbled upon such a private moment, something that you meant to keep to yourself. Something that if you knew he was watching, who knew what you would say.

...

But he couldn't look away...

Fuck. He just couldn't.

He couldn't stop himself from palming his thick shaft through his garments as you played with your dripping pussy on the screen of his monitor.

Luciel's mind raced with the possibilities, with the filthy things he wanted to do to your body.

His palming sped up as he thought of pinning you against that shower wall, spreading your thighs wide, and burying his face between your soft legs as he happily lapped up your natural slick.

Luciel couldn't help but yearn to worship every inch of your soft skin with his mouth and hands, to make you scream his name as he fucked you hard and deep and without mercy.

But for now, he was content to watch, to fondle himself as you brought yourself closer and closer to climax.

Your whimpers and moans growing louder and more desperate with each quick thrust of your fingers into your soft pussy. Luciel's hand palmed faster over his aching cock, his thighs struggling to stay apart as he watched you teeter on the brink of ecstasy, his own release fast approaching as he lost himself in the erotic spectacle before him.

"O-oh, shit.."

He knew you would probably never forgive him, had you found out about his little secret camera, but in that moment, none of it mattered.

All that mattered was the mindboggling pleasure of humping up into his hand to the most enchanting woman he had ever seen, utterly lost in your own world of bliss on his monitor.

He bit his lip as his groans leaked out.

He wants more. No, he needed more.

Palming couldn't tame his desire and want anymore. Quickly, one of his hands reached down to the sides of his pants and undergarments, swiftly pulling them down to reveal his hard, aching cock.

Luciel's fingers gripped his shaft with bruising force, his knuckles white as the pressure built to an unbearable peak. His breath came in shallow, ragged hitches, his eyes locked on the screen where you were arching your back in pleasure, your head lolling back against the tiling.

You looked utterly lost to the sensation, your eyes fluttering shut as your fingers worked in a blur of desperate motions. He was moments away from the edge, his whole body vibrating with the effort not to shout out loud while on the phone with Zen. Who was still talking his fucking ear off. What a turn off.

Just as Luciel was teetering near his orgasm, your soft lips parted; a soft moan tore from your throat, echoing through your bathroom and the speakers beside his monitors.

"Luciel..."

You whimpered, your voice thick with a mixture of yearning and sheer ecstasy. The sound of his own name, spoken with such raw, unbridled need, snapped the last of his control.

"O-oh, fuck- fuck..!"

He trembled violently, his body jerking as he spilled his hot cum all over his hand and onto his desk, a quiet, quivering groan escaping his lips. The sheer intensity of your voice, coupled with the sight of your glistening, shivering body, had pushed him over the brink in an instant.

The redhead slumped back in his chair, chest heaving, his vision swimming as the aftershocks of the orgasm rippled through him.

’She... she said my name,' he thought, his mind reeling. ’Holy shit, she wants me, bro.'

On the other end of the line, Zen’s voice cut through the haze, laced with bewilderment and a touch of annoyance.

"Um, dude? You still there? Seriously, wtf was that noise? Did you just-"

Luciel didn't answer right away, his fingers still twitching against his thighs as he stared at the image of you, who was now sliding down the wall of the shower, your legs weak, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

He couldn't help but grin at the sight of you; he could feel his love intensify for you. He didn't care about the phone call anymore; he didn't care about Zen or their conversation about whatever the fuck. All he could think about was getting his hands on you.

"I'll call you back," Luciel managed to grate out, his voice sounding foreign to his own ears, strained and husky.

"What? Dudeee, I said I need help now!-"

Without another word, Luciel slammed the end-call button, tossing the phone haphazardly onto his desk. The redheaded man scrambled to his feet, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. His mind was a chaotic storm of lust and urgency.

He needed to get to your apartment; he needed to feel you under him, to hear you moan his name against his skin instead of through a speake-..

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You stepped out of your shower, the steam rising around your naked, glistening body. Your thighs had a soft tremble to them, due to your previous activities in a hot ass shower. You grabbed a warm, fluffy towel and wrapped it loosely around your body, the damp strands of your hair clinging to your reddened cheeks.

Lost in thought, you began to wander towards the kitchen, ready to satisfy your post-orgasm craving for a late-night snack, when suddenly a loud bang sounded through the apartment.

Jumping at the unexpected noise, you froze for a moment debating whether or not to risk your life at the chance of an intruder, you decide 'fuck it' before rushing towards the sound, your heart pounding in your ears. As you slowly approached the location of the loud noise, you noticed that your window was open, and you discovered the unmistakable figure of Luciel, his tall frame squeezing through the opening.

"S- Luciel? What the ever-loving fuck are you doing?" you stared bewildered at the scene before you. But you couldn't help but notice the very soft pulse coming from your private area.

I guess seeing the man you were masturbating to all disarranged and sneaking into your apartment would do that to a lady.

Luciel emerged from the window, his hair slightly disheveled, but his eyes burning with an intensity you had never seen before as he turned to face you.

"Gorgeous," he breathed, his voice heavy with a mixture of longing and possession that sent a shiver down your spine.

"I... I didn't mean to scare you, honest! But when I heard you... heard you say my name..." He paused, his gaze raking over your towel-clad form, a hunger evident in his expression.

What the fuck? How the fuck does he know about..

Oh my fucking god, there's a camera in that fucking bathroom.

The realization sent a rush of embarrassment and something else through you. It was wrong. Completely inappropriate and just so wrong! But.. the thought that he had been watching.. you.

That he had seen you lost in such a moment and broke INTO your place, just because you said his name? Oh, that was fucking hot.

Unable to resist, Luciel crossed the distance between you in a few quick strides, his hands coming up to cup your face tenderly as he leaned in close.

"Baby.." he murmured, his breath hot against your soft lips.

"I want you. Fuck, I need you soo badly." And with that declaration, his lips were on yours. Hungry and so fucking desperate, hand moving down from your face and onto your hip.

You found yourself melting into the kiss with a hum, your towel slipping down to pool around your feet as you pressed yourself closer against him. You could feel the hard, hot length of him through his clothes, his lust evident as he pinned your back hard against the wall.

His hands slid down to grip your ass, his fingers sinking into the supple flesh of your ass as he grinded himself against you. Groaning into your mouth from the motion.

Lost in the heat of the moment, you tangled your fingers in his red hair, tugging lightly as you arched into him, a needy whimper escaping your throat. Luciel responded to the sound, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every inch of your sweet mouth as he drank in the taste of you happily. You kissed for what felt like forever; you could feel the temperature rising from your bodies.

God, you need more right fucking now or-

While lost in your mind, Luciel reached down and scooped you up by the backs of your plush thighs, tapping your ass to encourage you to wrap your legs around his waist to carry you towards the couch.

You bit back a whine at the sudden movement, instinctively locking your ankles together behind his back, your towel falling away completely to leave you bare. You could feel the hard, thick ridge of his cock pressing insistently against your naked pussy through the fabric of his pants, and fuck, you had to bite your lip to keep from crying out.

Luciel laid you down gently on the couch, his eyes roving over your naked form with undisguised lust.

"Fuck, pretty.." he groaned,

"You're so fucking beautiful.. I want to taste every inch of you." Slowly, he settled himself between your thighs, forcing them apart until he had a clear view of your glistening pink folds, groaning at the sight.

You squirmed beneath him, a deep blush staining your cheeks as you felt Luciel's intense gaze upon your pussy. You were still sensitive from your earlier fun, and the knowledge that he had seen you in such a private moment only intensified that feeling.

When Luciel finally leaned in and dragged his tongue sloowly up your slit, you nearly screamed. Your back arching off the couch as pleasure jolted through you.

"Oh..!- Ooh, fuck..!"

Luciel moaned at the taste of you, his eyes fluttering shut as he savored the sweet slick of your arousal.

He delved deeper, his tongue parting your lower lips as he sought out the hard, throbbing bud of your clit. You trembled beneath him, your hands shooting down to his head, fingers tangling in his hair, tugging urgently as he lapped and suckled at the sensitive bundle of nerves. He could feel himself slobbering on you, his saliva dripping down your pussy.

He took his time, worshipping your pretty pussy with his lips and tongue, determined to make you cum from his mouth alone. He could feel your thighs quivering around his head, hear your broken cries and gasps as he ate you out. Your scent, the feel of your warmed skin, the taste of your pussy. Fuck, it was all intoxicating, all-consuming.

"Lu..! I'm soo fucking- so fucking close..!" Your fingers tightened the grip you had on his hair.

As he felt you clench around his tongue, your folds growing slicker and your breathing more ragged, Luciel focused his efforts on your swelling clit.

Flicking and circling the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue before sucking hard. At the same time, he slid two fingers inside your tight, hot pussy, pumping them in a steady rhythm as he licked and sucked your throbbing clit.

It didn't take long before you were teetering on the very brink of your orgasm, your whole body drawn taut as a bowstring. With a light, keening cry of Luciel's name, your back arched violently off the couch cushion, your spine curving as the pleasure washed through you in devastating waves.

"Lu-ciel.! O-ooh.. fuuck..!"

Your orgasm tore through you with brutal intensity, your inner walls clamping down on Saeyoung's pumping fingers as you cried out his name in a voice raw and broken with ecstasy.

The sight of you unraveling so completely, your soft skin flushed a deep rose from your heaving breasts to your shaking thighs, your hair splayed in wild disarray against the cushions, your face contorted in absolute bliss..

Holy shit, it was too much for Luciel to withstand.

He whined against your spasming pussy, the vibrations of his voice sending aftershocks ricocheting through your sensitive core. But even as he felt you shuddering beneath him, even as he tasted the fresh flood of your sweet cum coating his tongue and chin, he couldn't tear his gaze away from the erotic spectacle above him.

Your eyes had rolled back slightly, your tongue peeking between her parted, panting lips, your cheeks flushed with the aftermath of your climax. You looked utterly intoxicating, completely his, and the possessive thrill of that knowledge slammed into him with physical force.

Luciel's hips jerked forward involuntarily, grinding his throbbing erection against the edge of the couch as he continued to lap at your quivering folds. The friction was maddening, insufficient, yet combined with the visual feast before him, it pushed him dangerously close to the edge. He originally intended to make you cum again, to bury himself inside you and find his own release within your pretty pussy..

However, his body had other plans..

You finally managed to lift your heavy-lidded eyes, your dark gaze hazy with pleasure as it connected with his. You saw the strain in his face, the desperation in his flushed cheeks and parted lips, the way his hips continued to seek friction even as he tried to maintain control.

A slow, knowing smile curved your mouth, mischievous and devastatingly gorgeous.

"Luciel..?" you breathed, your voice a sultry purr that scraped against his frayed nerves.

"Are you going to...?" she chuckled at the thought, gazing down at him, "cum? From just watching me?"

Your words, spoken in that teasing manner, shattered the last of his restraint. The image of you, sated and glowing, your body still trembling from his hard work, that expression daring him to lose control, burned itself into his mind.

He felt the pressure build at the base of his spine, hot and urgent and utterly unstoppable. A strangled groan ripped from his throat as he buried his face against your inner thigh, his hips snapping forward once, twice, as his cock pulsed and throbbed against the couch's edge.

"F-fuck! O-oh, ooh, fuck pretty..!"

He choked out, his whole body trembling as he spent himself in his pants like an overwhelmed teenager, the humiliation of it forgotten in the blinding intensity of his release.

He shuddered against you, his fingers still buried inside your clenching pussy, his mouth open and panting against your warm thigh as his body shuddered and trembled from the strength of his orgasm.

It was the most intense orgasm he had experienced in recent memory, and he hadn't even been inside you.. hadn't even had direct stimulation! Just the mere sight of you lost in ecstasy, the taste of your slick.

You watched him with widened eyes, your own aftershocks forgotten in your fascination with his orgasm. You felt the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers curled desperately against your hip, the hot gusts of his breath against your oversensitive pussy.

When he finally stilled, slumping forward with his forehead resting against your lower abdomen, you found yourself grinning despite your sluggish state.

"Well," you murmured, running your fingers through his disheveled red hair with surprising tenderness, "that was... flattering."

Luciel laughed, the sound muffled and slightly hysterical against your skin. He pressed a shaky kiss to your hipbone, then your navel, lingering at the stretch marks there before lifting his head to meet your gaze. His eyes were blown wide, his usual mischievous energy replaced by something softer, more vulnerable.

"Fuck, I-I didn't wanna cum so soon..!" he admitted, his voice rough.

"I was going to make sure you came until you couldn't walk. Then fuck you on every damn surface of this apartment." He glanced down at the darkening stain on his pants with a shy smile.

"Clearly, my self-control needs work.."

You tugged at his hair, guiding him up your body until they were face to face. You leaned in, sealing him in a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips, slow and deep and devastatingly intimate.

"Hmm, I don't know.." you whispered against his mouth, feeling him stir already, against your thigh.

"I think your eagerness is.. kind of cute? In a terrifying, broke-into-my-apartment kind of way, of course."

You felt his laughter vibrate through him, felt the way his hands settled possessively at your waist.

"Shit, I'm going to need to make that up to you.." he murmured against your lips, his expression shifting to something more intent, more hungry.

"Multiple times. Starting now."

Luciel scooped you up into his arms once more, his hands gripping your plush ass as he stood, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He carried you towards the wall, his intent clear in the heated look he smirked at you.

"Luci, what the fuck are you-" you started to protest, but the words quickly died in your throat as he bumped your back against the wall, his lips claiming yours in a brutal, demanding kiss.

He nipped at your bottom lip, easing the sting with his tongue before diving onto your lips, his tongue tangling with your own. You still could taste yourself on him, the musky essence of your cum mingling with the weird, yummy taste of his favorite chips. You hooked your ankles closer together at the small of his back, urging him closer, needing to feel every hard, not-so-muscular inch of him pressed against your body.

Luciel groaned into the kiss when he felt your fingers sink into his hair by the nape of his neck, tugging urgently as you arched into him. He could feel your nipples, hard and straining, poking into his chest through the thin fabric of his shirt. God, did he ache to taste them, to suckle the sensitive peaks until you were writhing against him.

But he had other plans first.

You gasped as Luciel's lips tore from yours, his mouth blazing a searing trail down the column of your throat. He nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin, his teeth grazing over your neck before he soothed the reddening mark with his tongue.

You shuddered in his arms, your head falling back against the wall to give him better access to your neck and collarbone. You could feel the thick ridge of his cock pressing insistently against your slick, dripping folds, and you jolted your hips forward to grind yourself against him, desperate for more friction.

Luciel growled lowly in his throat, his hands tightening their bruising grip on your ass as he rocked against you.

"You drive me fucking crazy," he grunted out, his voice rougher than you'd ever heard it before.

"I can't stop thinking about you, even when I'm not supposed to be. I want to fuck you until you forget your own name, until all you can think about is the feeling of my hard, throbbing cock inside you." He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust of his hips, the broad head of his erection nudging against your pussy.

You whimpered softly, your nails raking down his back as you clung to him. You could feel the others drifting through your thoughts—the way Jumin had held you as they danced, his strong arms encircling you, his lips brushing your ear as he sang to you softly.

The way Jaehee had looked at you from across the dinner table, her amber eyes intense even from a distance; the way she had blushed and stammered and shot her shy glances when she thought you weren't looking.

But as Luciel's hands slid higher, cupping the soft swells of your breasts, kneading the soft flesh until your nipples strained against his palms.

You couldn't think of anyone but Luciel in that moment, couldn't focus on anything but the feeling of his lean body pressed so close to yours, the heat of his breath on your neck, the pursuit of his hands on your most sensitive, intimate places. You gasped, arching into his touch as he rolled and plucked at the stiff tips of your nipples, sparks of pleasure shooting straight to your pussy.

"Luci.. fuck, please.." you whimpered, feeling herself growing wetter, needier by the second.

"Pleease fuck me.. please fill me..! Please.. m-make me cum.."

Luciel grunted, his eyes darkening with lust and satisfaction at your desperate pleas. He couldn't deny you, not when you were begging so prettily, your voice rough with need and desire.

With one swift motion, he released his thick, throbbing erection from the confines of his pants, the heavy shaft slapping against your slick, heated folds. You whimpered, your body clenching around nothing, aching to be filled, to be taken and claimed and ruined for anyone else.

The lean man was pushing forward, his cockhead slowly stretchingg your entrance, and you couldn't help but cry out against him, your voice echoing off the walls of your apartment as he stretched and filled you in one loong, relentless thrust.

"Fuuck, baby.. look at you so fucking prettyy.. and tight for me.." Luciel groaned, his voice strained with pleasure as he hilted himself inside your warm, tight pussy.

He could feel you fluttering around him, your inner walls gripping his cock, and fuck, he doesn't think he can last long, not with the way you were squeezing his cock so perfectly. Not with the way you were panting and whimpering and begging soo sweetly for him.

He started to move, his hips rocking against yours in a steady, driving rhythm that had him pulling out slowly before slamming back in, over and over and over again.

Each thrust punched the air from your lungs, each pull made you gasp and reach for him, your nails sinking into his biceps, his shoulders, anywhere you could grasp to anchor yourself against the overwhelming sensations.

"O-ooh fuck, fuck..!"

He fucked you harder and deeper, just as he'd promised, his cock driving into your pussy again and again until you were sobbing, trembling with pleasure.

"That's it, pretty, f-fucking take it.." he whined, his voice rough and low in his chest.

"T-take my fucking cock.. let me feel that sweet cunt squeezing me while I ruin you. Ooh, fuck, I'm going to make you cum so hard, baby.. so fucking hard. U-until you can't walk.. oh godd, until all you can do is fucking lie there and remember the feeling of my hard cock splitting you open again and again and again..."

He punctuated each word of his ramble with a sharp, precise thrust, and you wailed, your voice breaking on a scream as your 3rd orgasm crashed through you.

"Ff-fuuck..! I-I'm gonna, o-oh fuck..!"

You convulsed around him, your soft pussy clamping down as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through you. Luciel moaned as he felt you cum, your velvety walls massaging his cock, pushing him closer to the edge. He fucked you through it, his hips never stopping their relentless pace, until you collapsed against his chest, boneless and panting and utterly spent.

But even as he felt you beginning to relax, Luciel knew he wasn't done with you yet. He had promised you multiple orgasms, and he intended to keep that vow.

Pulling out of you with a slick, wet sound, he carried your limp body towards the window, the shades still up from when he had first broken in.. oops.

He could see the surprise and a flicker of nervousness in your eyes as he settled you down onto the carpeted floor, your legs still trembling from the force of your climax.

"Luci..! W-wait!" you panted, your voice rough and scratchy from screaming. "Not out here, someone might see..."

But Luciel just smiled, a wicked, devilish grin that sent a thrill of both fear and exhilaration down your spine.

"I want them to see,"

He said, his voice a low purr as he settled between your spread thighs.

"Let them see what a sexy, gorgeous fucking woman you are, spread out for me like a feast. I want them.. no, I need them to know that this pretty little cunt belongs to me. That I'm the only one who can make you scream and beg like this..."

He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, his breath hot and teasing against your slick, swollen folds. You shuddered, a gasp escaping your bruised lips as you reached down to tangle your fingers in his hair.

"N-no, Luciel.." you whimpered, "please, I can't- there's no way.. I'm too sensitive..!"

But Luciel just chuckled, the vibrations sending sparks of sensation rushing through you.

"Ah ah, I know, pretty.." he murmured, his voice soothing even as his tongue flicked out to trace the contours of your slit, teasing you with the lightest touch possible. "I'll make you feel soo good, baby. I promise, I can do it! Just relax and let me take care of you..."

Then his mouth was on you, his tongue delving deep to lap at your pretty pussy. You were arching off the floor, your fingers twisting in his hair as you cried out with pleasure.

"Ssh-shit..!"

Luciel groaned in satisfaction as he ate you out, his tongue swirling around your clit, flicking and suckling at the sensitive, swollen bud until you were writhing beneath him, your thighs clamping around his head tightly, holding him in place as he pleasured you.

He could feel you beginning to tighten around his tongue, your body tensing as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten, and he doubled his efforts desperately, fucking his tongue into your pusyy hard and fast, curling it to hit that special spot deep inside that made you see stars.

"L-luciel..!" You practically screamed, your voice echoing across the room as your second orgasm crashed through you, the force of it making you convulse almost violently, your back bowing off the carpet.

Your hands were scrambling at his hair, tugging desperately as the pleasure became too much, the sensation overwhelming. But still Luciel didn't stop, his lips and tongue and chin glistening with the evidence of your slick as he lapped at your pussy, pushing you ruthlessly towards a fifth orgasm.

It was too much, too intense, but you couldn't make yourself push him away, couldn't bring yourself to deny the ecstasy he was giving you, the bliss that radiated through every cell in your body.

The slick, obscene sound of Luciel's sucking and slurping filled the room, mixing with your high, breathy cries, gasps, and pleas.

Anyone walking by could have seen the lewd display, you splayed out on the floor, your thighs spread wide, the man's head buried between your legs as he ate you out with single-minded intensity.

But you could no more stop the moans and mewls and screams that spilled from your throat than you could stop the tremors that shook your body, the orgasms that wracked through you again. You were helpless to do anything but feel, to surrender yourself completely to the overwhelming sensations Luciel was giving you, to the way he made your body sing and scream and beg for more.

As the final aftershocks of your fifth fucking orgasm shook through you, Luciel finally pulled back, his chin and mouth and even his neck glistening with your juices, his eyes dark and hungry as he crawled up your body, his hips settling between your quivering thighs.

You could feel the thick, heavy length of his cock pressing insistently against your belly, feeling the way it throbbed and pulsed as Luciel leaned down to capture your lips in a deep, filthy kiss.

"You taste soo fucking sweet, baby.." Luciel murmured against your plump lips, his voice rough and low and laced with lust.

"God, I could eat this pretty little pussy for hours and never get enough." He rolled his hips against yours, his cock sliding against your slick, puffy pussy, your head falling back against the carpet as pleasure sparked through you once more.

"F-feel soo good, Luciel.." you managed to mutter out in your hazed state.

Luciel groaned, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he fought for control, fought the urge to slam forward and bury himself in your pretty cunt.

But he wanted to make this last, wanted to savor every inch of you, to wring out every last drop of pleasure from your quivering body. He wanted you to be ruined, to be addicted to the feeling of his cock inside your pussy.

He wanted to fuck you so hard that you forgot your own fucking name, forgot everything but the feeling of his heavy cock splitting you open.

Luciel leaned down to capture one of your nipples between his teeth, rolling the stiff tip gently before suckling hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh until you cried out. He spoiled them with kisses and nips and licks, his stubble rasping against the tender skin until you were panting and writhing beneath him, your voice breaking on a scream as the pleasure became too much, too intense.

The redhead could feel the need building in you. The addicting energy in the air as he rolled his hips against you, his cock sliding between your slick folds, nudging against your clit with every thrust.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging urgently as the coil of tension in your belly wound tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment.

"Lucciell..!" you whimpered, choking back a cry. "Please.. please fuck me, fill me, please, please, god..! Please, make me yours, all yours...!"

With a low, guttural groan, Luciel surged forward, the red head of his cock pushing past your tight entrance as he buried himself fully inside you in one quick thrust.

You cried out as Luciel's cock stretched and filled your pussy, the thick, heavy cock pulsing and throbbing within the tight grip of your walls. Your hands scrambled for his shoulder, your nails raking down the skin there as you tried to pull him even closer.

Luciel's hips rolled and rocked against yours in relentless thrust. He fucked you hard and deep, his cock driving deeper into you until you were sobbing, your body shaking and trembling from the force of his thrusts. The wet, obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by your broken cries and Luciel's low, rough grunts of pleasure as he lost himself in the tight, wet heat of your pussy.

"Fuuck.. pretty girl, so good for me.. soo fucking good," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back, to draw out the unreasonable pleasure of being buried inside you.

He could feel your slick walls fluttering around him, could feel the way your body clenched and tightened, pushing him closer to the edge with every thrust. But still he kept fucking deep into you, kept driving you into the carpet with a single-minded intensity, determined to make you cum until you were boneless and spent in the pleasure he gave you.

"Luciel.. fuck..! Please, I-I’m soo close, don't- don’t fucking stop...!" you whimpered, your hips rolling instinctively to meet his, to take him deeper.

Your voice broke on a whine as another orgasm crashed through you, your body trembling beneath him, the soft walls of your pussy clamping down around him for the fucking millionth time, god, you’re probably gonna die.

Luciel whined against your neck, his eyes squeezing shut as he felt you quiver around him, your orgasm triggering his own, the pressure that had been building deep in his belly exploding outward in a rush of heat and pleasure that had him seeing stars behind his eyelids.

He slammed into you one last time, burying himself deep inside your pussy as spurts of his hot cum filled you, his cock pulsing and jerking as he pumped you full.

"Shit.." he murmured, his voice raw and broken as he came harder than he ever had in his damn life.

He could feel your pussy still clenching around his cock, your greedy walls working to suck out every last drop, as it only intensified the pleasure.

As he finally came to his senses, Luciel collapsed onto you, his full weight pressing down on you as he struggled to catch his breath, his heart pounding wildly against his ribs.

He could feel you shaking beneath him, could hear the soft, broken sounds of your pleasure-slurred voice as you clung to him gently. He pressed a tender kiss to your temple, his lips brushing against the warm skin there before he rolled his hips gently, feeling his softening cock slipping free of your pussy with a wet, obscene sound.

He watched in satisfaction as his cum trickled out of you, painting your thighs in a sheer, glistening white. He felt a dark sense of pride, of possession, at the thought that he had marked you, claimed you, in the most primal way possible.

Luciel stayed over you, lost in thoughts of how to remember this wonderful day. He tilted his head back, staring up at the ceiling as if the answer was waiting for him up there. A beat passed before he turned his head to the side, his eyes zoning in beside the window.

There, lying by the window, that he broke, oops. It was his bag, holding all of his shit.

He stared at it for a moment before a mischievous ass grin spread on his lips. He leaned to the side and grabbed the bag, reaching in to search for his phone. Pulling it out, he threw the bag randomly behind him and smiled down at you.

You were still reeling from the overwhelming pleasure of your intense orgasms when you finally registered the redheaded bitch hovering above you. His face was partially obscured by his phone, the glow of the camera's flash casting a bright light that shielded his dumbass grin.

"Smile for the camera, baby!"

NOTE: YALL IM SRRY IT'S NOT THE TSUKKI/REDAER/KAGE ITS IN THE WORKS DONT FUCKING SHOOT ME. on another note PLS give me more request i live, love, and die when you guys comment on my stuff pls keep it comingggg, also if u see any errors no u did not TITLE CREDS: around of applause for the smut prompt list by: @planet-dusk! yummy yummy

[bebegi]

𝐣𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐛𝐟!𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬

genre: fluff, crack - gn!reader

warnings: swearing, a lil suggestive.

requested: hi could i get a bruno and jotaro bf! texts? if you can only do one, you can choose whichever one you want to do. please and thank you so much!!

requests here ˃ᴗ˂

a/n: this looks crappy i am SO sorry, i had to make a collage bc t^mblr sucks ass and won’t let me post more that 10 images - anyways as always ignore the timestamps adiós ily -3-

OMG RIP THE QUALITY OF THE FIRST SET i am sORRY

[sodxdrugz]

꒰ྀི১ ໒꒱ིྀ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝑒𝑥 𝑗𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑜 . . . ⋆˚࿔

ex ! jotaro x reader | angst w happy ending , second chances , fluff , yearner jotaro.

masterlist Jjba req rules

Ex Jotaro who swore he would never see your face again because the ache of you never seemed to pass.

Ex Jotaro who saw you at the cafe you had your first date at and couldn’t help but stare at you, hopelessly, feeling too much for someone who was meant to move on.

Ex Jotaro who would stare at the old messages you sent him when you were still dating, at the contact name he couldn’t stomach changing, at the way love flowed seamlessly between hearted messages and little ‘I love you’s.

Ex Jotaro who was haunted by dreams of you dancing near the Oceanside, in a wedding gown you never got to wear with your hands up in the air and a soft breeze rolling through your hair.

Ex Jotaro who couldn’t look at another woman even if he wanted to.

Ex Jotaro who fights with himself daily to not enter your life again, knowing that you were slowly healing from the break up.

Ex Jotaro who said he would be respectful of the distance.

Ex Jotaro who still adores you. Who carries a photo of you grinning in his wallet, who looks at it every time the sun starts to set and wishes for you to be there in the morning with him.

Ex Jotaro who saw you on the shore, feet in the sand, wind in your hair, and couldn’t help the breathless way he said your name.

Ex Jotaro who watched, transfixed as you turned around, beautiful eyes wide with surprise. As if this wasn’t the very place Jotaro felt like he could breathe properly.

Ex Jotaro who cursed himself with every step he took towards you because he knew that he should have left, he should have slipped away when your attention was on the horizon.

Ex Jotaro who felt time stop when you let him be so close, who drank you in and craved more. The dress you wore brushed against your ankles. It billowed in the wind. You were glowing.

Ex Jotaro who felt his eyes sting seeing you so close.

Ex Jotaro who caved into you the moment your hand rested on his cheek like you were testing if he was real or something your mind had made up. Because oh, he didn’t know how much your hands meant to him. How much the simple act of touching him could make him cower before you.

“Jojo?” You whispered, dragging your fingertips along his cheekbones. Awe gleamed across your eyes, speechless. His face crumpled, ache bleeding through the cracks of his composure. “Oh Jotaro.”

He missed that. The way your voice soothed every rough edge in his body, slipped between the sturdy guard of his ribs and straight through his heart.

He missed when you would call his name in the early morning when he slept through his alarms, groggy, endearing even when you’re the one who got woken up.

Your arms enveloped him in a hug and before he could register just how much he needed the warmth, his arms had already solidified around your waist and pulled you closer.

Warm, just as he remembered. Just like he dreamed about.

A wave rolled up against the shore, kissing your ankles before retreating back.

His face buried itself into the mass of your hair, breathing in the familiar scent he used to love waking up to.

The position stayed like that for a moment. A golden glow cracked across the ocean surface, sprinkling across the beach and casting it across the side of your face.

He pulled away, just enough to look at you.

“Still looking as handsome as ever.” You teased lightly, earnestly.

He scoffed under his breath. “You can’t say that.”

“Why not?”

“You chose this.”

Your hands slowly drop down to your sides.

Another wave rolled in.

something splintered in your chest.

“I did.” You say.

You wanted to say more, so did he.

His eyes stung. He blamed it on the salty wind and looked away.

“But what if I wanted to give us another go?”

Jotaro stared at your side profile like he was deciphering between reality and his own imagination. Because as much as he should have said no, to not tangle with the past, the past has been all that he’s known. Loving you was all he’s ever known.

His silence spurred you on. “You don’t have to say yes. I know it’s selfish of me to want you back after I broke things off, but,” he cupped your face. “I still miss you. I wake up—“

and he kisses you like he’s been waiting on you for years. A gasp is swallowed by his mouth, pressing closer like he could absorb you into his skin and it still not be enough.

Even after he breaks away, he’s looking at your lips like he wants more.

“I have dreamed of you so much that your face haunts me.” His hands settle on your waist, light, like he doesn’t know where exactly he stands. “I can’t look at another woman without seeing your face.”

His silence stretches, you smile.

“Just say yes Jotaro.”

“Yes.” He breathes.

As you lean in for another kiss, his hand rests on the nape of your neck. His head tilts, chest rising and falling with each stuttered breath. For the first time in months his heart steadies into a slow, firm beat, his shoulders loose. Your body against his.

How could he let this go?

A/n :: I love yearner jotaro so much

[hungrystripes]

They make me SICKKK

[laceatelier]

blade x reader — smut

blade/reader ; plot what plot ; smut ; p in v ; head lock ; implied mating press ; afab reader ; fem reader ; not proofread

“You think you can entertain other men like a slut? Hah?” Blade grunted. The merciless pace of his hips quickened, as if he were trying to mould your walls to the size of his raging cock.

You don’t know how long you two have been going, only that you’ve ultimately given up on fighting back. He has you pinned flat on the bed. Your head’s locked between his muscular bicep with just enough pressure to not hurt but to remind you you’re his. Each drag of his cock is dizzying, only tightening the coil in your lower stomach. Blade immediately clocks the sudden fluttering of your walls, his usually blank face curling into a predatory grin.

“All that just to get fucked properly?” he mused, his free hand slithering down to circle your clit. “Could’ve just asked.”

“I wasn’t trying to—”

“Oh, really?”

“Really!”

Blade suddenly stops. Your body quickly betrays you with how your walls instantly pulse around him, trying to coax any movement from him, earning you an amused chuckle.

“See?” He thrusts upwards.

“Your cunt doesn't lie as much as your mouth does,” Blade teased. The torturous circles of his calloused fingers paired with his accelerating thrusts made your body tremble. Your eyes rolled in ecstasy. Any retort you had left dissolved into whines and whimpers as his fingers sped up just right. Your walls clamp onto him in response. Blade scoffed a quiet tsk as he lifted his fingers off your clit, depriving you of what you needed most—excluding the literal dick buried inside of you, how needy.

He grabbed your face to kiss your lips before you could answer properly, like he wanted you unable to rebuke him so that he had a reason to fuck you harder. Tears prickled at the edges of your eyes at that—cruel man. Blade growled against your slack mouth.

The kiss was nothing but teeth and saliva, with how Blade’s teeth clashed against yours. An unkempt fight of need. He bites your lower lip, hard, before seizing your mouth with his tongue. Blade kisses like a dehydrated man with water, drinking in your moans.

Even when you try to pull away, before you have the slightest second to recalibrate, he tightens the bicep around your neck to kiss you harder. From under your eyelashes, you see how the edges of Blade’s figure blur with the lack of air you're getting. All sense of feeling in your limbs slowly dissolves when you attempt to keep up with his rapid thrusts, along with his kisses. While you felt like you might pass out, there's no other place you’d rather be right now.

“Well? Answer me, little lady,” Blade chided, emphasising his point with a cruel drive of his hips towards your pelvis. Your body jerks at the sensation.

“Me and, ah, him, were just having a conversation. Ye—ah, conversation!“ you babble, choking on your own words when Blade pulls out till just his tip remained snuggled between your folds, before proceeding to slam his whole length to the hilt. His erratic pace quickened to frenzied ruts of his hips against yours.

“ ‘m gonna cum so deep inside you.” Blade’s words barely register with your fucked-out brain. All you can think about is the lewd sound of skin against skin and his plunging thrusts. His tip swipes over your G-spot, and immediately your body crumpled, inviting him to fuck you with even more vigour.

“Blade! I-I’m g’nna, ah, ah!”

“You’re what? Come on, use your words.”

An orgasm racks through your body before you can reply. You see white. He doesn't stop moving, though. Your nails claw at his forearm, the sheets, anything, just for the slightest bit of purchase. Your legs kick, your vision grows spotty with blossoming black dots as you fall into a dangerous balance between pleasure and overstimulation.

“I’m not done.” His large hands tightened around your waist, flipping you onto your back. Blade’s not one for patience. That’s obvious with how he’s already pounding into you like he’ll die if he goes one second without being inside of you; not even letting you take a breather!

“Wait! I’m still—” Blade kisses you silent, effectively shutting you up while simultaneously placing one leg onto his shoulder; finding a deeper angle to bully your G-spot more. Whines spill out of your mouth, hips involuntarily bucking against Blade—chasing his thrusts. You can feel Blade so deeply that you think every vein of his cock has left a permanent imprint on your walls.

“That guy,” Blade snarls, “I’ll rip his eyes out, I swear. You’re all mine.”

“You’re crazy.”

“I wouldn't need to be if I weren’t in love with such a promiscuous woman.” His hand traces down to the back of your thigh, firmly gripping it to fold both of your legs to your chest. The newfound position meant that his hips only pounded into you deeper—and you could feel his length impaling you. The sensation is dizzying. Your tongue lolls out. Blade wipes away the subtle drool from your jaw. Attempting to make yourself look presentable was one of your least important concerns when you were literally being dicked down by a man with an 8.13B bounty.

“I’m not promiscuous at all,” your voice wobbled, the pillow case beneath your head crumpling between your limp hands.

“Mm, is that so, doll?” He rasped against your ear, pecking your cheek before emptying himself inside you with one last thrust.

© YAENESCIA 2025 - 2026 do not repost, edit, or translate any of my work

moots if you’ve read this i’m so sorry i swear i’m not usually this horny

[jenzifics]

── ･ ｡ﾟ★: hsr men but this is how they fuck comfort their pretty insecure princess! :(

characters: mydeimos, blade, phainon, aventurine, anaxagoras (x fem!reader)

warnings: insecure reader (obviously), brief smut, dirty talk, fingering, pussy eater, overstimulate (kind of?), mirror fuck, idk anymore

MDNI!

꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚

✩.･*:｡ MYDEIMOS

Ever since you started dating Mydeimos and welcomed him into your life, the act of feeling beautiful in your own skin has quietly become a struggle. You were never the type to doubt yourself, always the hopeful one, someone who genuinely believed that everyone holds beauty in their own unique way.

It's not that you blame Mydei. How could you? He’s everything anyone could ask for: handsome, gentle, great with children, and he cooks like it’s a second nature of his. He’s husband material through and through. It’s easy to see why so many girls are drawn to him. And while you trust him—he’s never entertained their advances, always choosing you, always reminding you that his heart is already taken—it doesn’t stop the creeping thoughts. The silent fear that maybe someone out there, someone prettier, more confident, might be more deserving of him.

And you? You’ve never been the type to bottle things up. So you told him, told him everything. About how small you feel sometimes. About the way your insecurities crawl in whenever he’s surrounded by girls who don’t hesitate to shoot their shot.

That conversation led to a moment. He sat on the couch, eyes only for you, you naked on his lap, your wrists bound behind your back. Just the two of you, alone in the stillness of his room. Nothing between you except raw honesty, and his gaze—one that saw everything and never looked away.

Your legs were spread across his lap, trembling, vulnerable, completely at his mercy. His fingers moved with slow, deliberate precision, playing with your soaked folds, making you whimper with each motion. You shivered under his touch, your body betraying every ounce of insecurity you’d once carried.

How could you not see what he saw? The way you broke for him, breath hitching and eyes glazed, like you were made to be worshipped this way. To Mydei, your self-doubt was absurd, almost insulting. Clearly, in his eyes, you were blind to your own beauty.

“Now,” he murmured, voice low and steady, his gaze locked on your face as his fingers sank deeper into your warmth, “tell me again, what makes you think you’re not more beautiful than any of them?”

His question landed heavy, but all you could manage in return was a broken, breathless moan. The words never came, caught somewhere between your throat and the pleasure he was dragging out of you with every stroke.

“I’m waiting, my love,” he whispered, his tone almost gentle, even as his fingers curled to press into that perfect spot inside you. Your back arched on instinct, a quiet cry spilling from your lips.

Then came the warning you never wanted to hear. “Or should I stop... and leave you like this, undone and aching, hm?”

✩.･*:｡ BLADE

Blade, for all the blood on his hands and sins in his past, has never once been uncertain about the kind of person he wants and that person is you. He chose you deliberately, not out of convenience or impulse, but because he saw something in you that you’ve never been able to see in yourself.

And that? That frustrates him more than he'd ever admit.

How many times has he told you that he doesn’t want anyone else? That no amount of pretty faces or flirty glances could ever tempt him? What do you take him for, some shallow bastard chasing after the next easy lay? Please. As far as he’s concerned, he already has the only one worth wanting. He loves your body, your mind, the way you melt for him and especially the way you make even sin feel sacred.

Still, despite his words, you can’t help but feel like you need to earn him. Like you have to be prettier, better, perfect. You explain your long skincare routines, the hours you spend fussing over yourself in the mirror. “To be prettier,” you told him once.

But to Blade, you already are.

So when your stubbornness crosses a line, when he realizes words will never be enough to convince you, he shows you the truth—his way.

You find yourself on his bed, shirt still on, but pants pulled down to your thighs. His body pressed behind yours, his hand gripping your jaw, forcing your gaze to meet your reflection in the mirror across the room.

“Look,” he grunt into your ear, voice low and dangerous, “Look at yourself.”

And you do.

You see the way your own pretty lips part with every breathless moan, the way your eyes roll back whenever he thrusts deep and hits the spot. You see yourself the way he does—completely undone, stunning in your pleasure, too beautiful to belong to anyone else but him only.

And Blade? He fucks you like he’s trying to erase every doubt you’ve ever had.

He was ruthless, relentless. Not once did he slow down, not even when your legs trembled or your whimpers broke into moans. He'd made a promise, after all: you were going to milk him dry, and Blade never went back on his word.

“Open your eyes,” he growled, voice edged with grit and fire, his breath hot against your ear. “Watch yourself getting fucked. I’m done with sweet talk and soft reassurances.”

Each thrust punctuated his words, brutal and deep. You could feel the way his cock vanished inside you only to return with force, again and again, stealing your breath and shaking your thoughts loose. Your cries filled the room, not from pain, but from the overwhelming pleasure that only Blade could give you.

He tilted his head, eyes catching yours in the mirror’s reflection. You looked wrecked—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, tears hanging on your lashes, eyes glassy and half-lidded in that pretty little haze that made his cock throb even harder inside you.

“Ohh... look at you, baby,” he murmured with a dark smirk, hips snapping forward to make you jolt. “All fucked up already. Aren’t you just the prettiest like this?”

✩.･*:｡ PHAINON

Dating someone as sweet and unguarded as Phainon might just be the best thing that’s ever happened to you. Looking back, you’re almost shocked you gave him a chance because damn, he’s adorable. And if you’re being honest? You often feel like you’re the lucky one in this relationship, not the other way around.

Why? Because you're dating a man with ocean-blue eyes who looks at you like you're his entire world. A man who constantly craves your attention, clings to you like you're his safe space, and softens completely in your presence despite the fact that he’s built like a gym ad and could probably crush someone with a flex.

If he were born a hybrid with a wagging tail and floppy ears, he'd be the type to tackle you in the middle of a crowded street without shame—arms wide, eyes lit up, just to give you the warmest, tightest hug you’ve ever felt in your life.

But of course, nothing perfect ever comes without its shadows. And in your relationship, that shadow has always been your own insecurities.

You’ve torn yourself down, both mentally and physically, picking apart your appearance like a bad habit you couldn’t shake. It never mattered how many times Phainon told you that you were beautiful. Or even when strangers on the street echoed the same sentiment. Deep down, you just didn’t believe it.

There was always a quiet voice in the back of your mind, whispering that you weren’t enough for him. That maybe you were too toxic. Too broken. You carried those insecurities with you and, worse, brought them into the relationship until one day, it almost cost you everything.

You almost broke up with him. The words had left your mouth, shaky but firm, “I think we should break up.” You thought that would be it.

Instead, Phainon barely gave you a moment to turn away before he had you swept off your feet, literally. He carried you straight to the bedroom, strong arms unrelenting as if he refused to let you slip through his fingers. The next thing you knew, your back was pressed against his mattress, skin bare, naked, heart pounding, and yet—he still had all his clothes on.

Unfair? Absolutely. But when he dropped between your legs like it was second nature, you weren’t exactly complaining.

He spread you open, gently but with purpose, and wasted no time diving in. The first touch of his tongue against your soaked folds made your breath catch; the way he circled around your clit, slow and teasing, had your back arching off the bed. Moans spilled from your lips, loud and shameless, as your fingers tangled in his hair.

And Phainon? He didn’t resist. He devoured you like he couldn’t get enough, like he was proving a point with every lick of his tongue.

Those mesmerizing blue eyes flicked up to meet yours, and the look on your face made his cock throb painfully against the confines of his pants.

With one last suck to your swollen clit, he finally pulled away, lips slick with you. His voice was low, tender, and completely maddening.

“Don’t you think it’s a little unfair,” he murmured, “to say you’re not beautiful… when you taste this fucking good?”

And then came the promise, whispered like a prayer, “I might just savor this pretty cunt all night.”

✩.･*:｡ AVENTURINE

Aventurine knows you far too well—well enough to recognize your insecurities long before you ever speak them aloud. He reads you effortlessly, like the cards in his hand during a high-stakes gamble. Your posture, your silence, the way your eyes drift when you think he's not looking... all of it tells him exactly what’s running through your mind.

He knows you think he could be with someone else. Someone prettier, someone polished and wealthy like himself. And worse, he knows you’ve heard the whispers. That cruel rumor some people throw around: you’re only with him for the money.

But Aventurine? He’s never paid attention to noise. It’s his life, his rules, and he made his choice—you. It’s always been you.

The tragedy is that YOU are the one who started believing them. Not him. You stopped listening to the man who chose you and started listening to people who never mattered in the first place. You began turning down his gifts, his affection. Refusing to let him spoil you because you wanted to prove you weren’t here for the wealth. You began altering yourself, chasing impossible beauty standards just to convince others you were worth standing beside him.

And that? That’s what pushed Aventurine over the edge.

If you were so determined to prove something, he was going to give you a reminder.

That’s how you ended up on his lap, completely bare, your arms looped around his neck while you moved your hips with a desperate rhythm. His thick cock stretched you open, deep and hot inside, as you rode him with every ounce of need you’d tried so hard to bury.

He didn’t move, just sat there and watched. Hands resting against your thighs, eyes fixed on every flicker of pleasure crossing your face as your body worked for him. The room filled with the wet sound of skin meeting skin, sloppy and lewd, your moans layered over it like a song just for him.

Aventurine licked his lips, fingers gliding possessively over your hips as he watched you ride him, each bounce of your body drawing a low groan from his throat. He chuckled when your soft whimpers turned into breathless, messy moans, every self-driven thrust pushing you further into that haze he loved watching you drown in.

“Mmm… how does it feel, pretty?” he murmured, voice thick with desire, the corner of his mouth curling into a smirk. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

His head rolled back as he cursed under his breath, overwhelmed by the way your warm, slick walls clenched around him. Every time you sank down, his control slipped a little more.

“Oh, fuck yes... just like that,” he moaned, his voice rasping at the edges. “Keep riding me, baby. Let them all see how good you are for me. My pretty little slut—stuffed full of cock and still begging for more.”

And oh, they would see.

Because while you were too far gone to notice, lost in the heat and the sound of your own moans, Aventurine had his phone angled just right, recording every second of it. The way your body trembled. The way your cunt greedily swallowed him up again and again. The way your voice broke when you moaned his name like it was the only one you knew.

You wanted to prove you weren’t with him for the money?

Fine.

He’d make sure everyone knew the truth: you were his, for the pleasure, the ruin, and the way his cock made you fall apart like no one else ever could.

✩.･*:｡ ANAXAGORAS

It’s bold of anyone to assume Anaxa doesn’t have a girlfriend especially someone like you. The only reason people think he’s single is because he doesn’t go around flaunting it. He keeps a neutral, almost cold demeanor every time your name comes up. He doesn’t smile, doesn’t brag, doesn’t even hint at how deeply he's entangled with you.

Not because he’s ashamed. No, because he’s possessive.

He doesn’t show you off because he doesn’t want to share you, not even in conversation. You’re his, and the less people know about that, the better. But you misread that silence. You thought the lack of affection in public meant you weren’t enough. That maybe, just maybe, you weren’t pretty enough to be shown off.

You brought it up once, tried to talk to him about it and he made it crystal clear. He doesn’t hide you. He protects you. He keeps things quiet because he wants you all to himself.

Why is that so hard for you to believe?

Do you really think he’d waste his time entering a relationship just to throw it away the next day? Anaxa isn’t some fool chasing thrills. He’s calculated, intentional. And every time you talk down on yourself, calling yourself ugly or not good enough, you’re not just insulting yourself.

You’re insulting his taste.

What are you calling him blind? Is that it? Because one eye’s hidden under an eyepatch, you think he can’t see clearly? That the one eye he uses to look at you with such quiet devotion is somehow deceived?

Anaxa had heard enough. So, he decided to teach you a lesson—his way.

“What was that?” Anaxa asked, leaning back slightly, gaze fixed on the beautiful mess you’d become beneath him.

Your lips were parted, trembling with broken gasps. Your cheeks were slick with tears. Tears not of pain, but from the overwhelming pleasure that had completely unraveled you. Eyes glassy, you looked up at him like you didn’t even recognize yourself anymore.

“Too much, you said?” he repeated, voice low and amused, almost cruel in how calm he sounded. “Didn’t you used to ride my cock without complaining? And now, now, you’re saying it’s too much?”

He didn’t wait for your answer.

One hand slid down, gripping your thigh and forcing your legs open wider. A sob slipped from your throat the moment he slammed his cock back into your soaked, overstimulated cunt—burying himself to the hilt in one hard, unforgiving thrust.

You clenched around him, maybe involuntarily, maybe not. It didn’t matter to him. Either way, he groaned. You're all tight and ruined. Just the way he wanted you.

Anaxa’s eye narrowed slightly, that signature, unreadable stare pinning you down like a blade to the throat.

“Dare I say,” he murmured, “you’re a little too pathetic for someone who spends so much time insulting herself.”

He leaned in closer. “But then again… you’re already pathetic enough and pathetic girls like you should get what they deserve."

First time writing smut, pls be gentle with me :( /hj NO FR THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING THAT'S WHY IT AINT COMPLETE☹️

[dollsykes]

blade i need u so bad like seeiously

[miyaz6ki]

Can you do hsr (jing yuan, blade, luocha) + genshin (kaveh, ayato) caught reader masturbate while moaning their name?

" tears run down my thighs! " w/ hsr men . . . 𝝑𝝔 catching you moaning his name... what will he say? || jing yuan, blade, luocha x gn! reader (separately) ~ hi! i will not do 2 fandoms in 1 singular post, my apologies!!</33 i will do a separate post instead!

cw: nsfw & 18+; proceed w/ caution!, somewhat angst at first in blade&luocha's, no specified anatomy for reader; i just describe the sounds sooo, of course masterbation, pillow humping-ish, dacryphilia, lowkey toy usage, dry humping ish, somewhat established relationship (character is reader's husband), 'entrance' could be seen as taking it anal ^_^

synopsis. tears truly run down your thighs when his name spills from your mouth... what happens when he hears you?

wc: 2.5k ; not proofread, might be ooc!

jing yuan was at the very least surprised, but would it make sense if he also expected it a little? probably felt more surprised by how loud you were being as your inhaled the scent of his pillow while rubbing yourself against it, how cute he thought.

"nnh... ahn— j-j—iing.. mmfph-" you moaned out under a hushed breath, your eyes were shut close; small sniffles that sounded like mewls left your throat like the melody to a song, fuck how could you get any hotter?

he felt his own boner growing quickly, chest starting to breathe a little heavier the closer he has his ear to the door. it was hard to hold back his own moans, a hand needing to cover his own mouth from letting out any obscure, or specifically.. any groans that might've ticked you off. he wanted to hear how badly you needed him before fucking your ass senseless.

you didn't need to know that now though, he just wanted to hear you get even louder than before. he knows how truly long you wait when his job takes up almost like what... twenty hours out of his day? those other four usually spent sleeping in your arms, but come on, he couldn't help but let you have this moment.

his own rough palm couldn't hold back anymore though... rubbing his own erection in unison with your cute cries of pleasure. he could imagine the adorable little tears that well up in your eyes.

"wahh- fuucckkk, 'y-yuyu—" you felt yourself arch onto the toy, all the ridges that your hole instinctively urged itself around; you couldn't help but bite on your finger in a poor attempt to try covering up the pathetic whimpers that left your mouth.

you couldn't help it, fuck not at all. you missed your husband so fuckin' badly it hurt. and it had been so long since he got to fuck you into the bedsheets like a slut—

yet here he was, back against the gold and marble adorned door he managed to afford with the job he had, but at what cost?

oh well, this could be a sign to settle down, right?

his cock ached as he pulled it out into his hands, it was hard not to let anything out, holding his breath even as he slowly stroked himself. god it felt so good—you felt so good.

he could just imagine your entrance slowly sliding down onto him like a bitchy little whore who just wanted to be dicked down by their hard-working husband who never has time for home.

it was by the time you finished against his scent did he walk into the room to give you the night you deserve.

blade only ever got the time to fuck you in bathroom stalls where he could still keep an eye on your kid (silver wolf) from a distance. you've both grown accustomed to the fact that you two couldn't have that much alone time together, and it was fine.... for a while.

it started to get you when it started to feel repetitive, and love making was just... well fucking. and it made you miss everything about him, you could barely get him alone just to tell him he's doing great, or that you miss him every moment he was gone, even the small kisses you could pepper all over his face were gone.

that's when a certain... dream kept you up at night many, many times.

one where he'd appreciate you, your body, and the very being you were... was it so hard to just get a night alone where you two aren't tired as hell? why couldn't the other hunters do your job for once...

you just wanted your husband back.

that's what had you moaning like a slut while holding his coat near. you couldn't help but feel the friction against yourself and his clothing so fucking hot—nothing better than to grind against his scent, thinking it was him.

"h-haah, b-blade—mmfph..." you whispered, like a prayer to worship a god, yet you kept your hands to your chest, arms around the piece of clothing as you rubbed against the cold temperature of the jacket you held so near.

you could get much 'work' done when he showered, he always took long in the bathroom anyway. it was apart of the rush too; imagine him finding his adorable partner just humping his smell like a wolf in heat.

you close your eyes continue to let out small whimpers, trying to keep it down not only because blade was right in the bathroom, but also because silver wolf stayed in the next room over—these walls are pretty thin.

"whhn—! ahhn... b-blade—" you let out one more quiet whine before realizing your husband was right behind you, reigning over you like a statue, covered in beads of water dripping down him, only with a towel to cover his waist. you screamed out in shock, only for his mouth to connect to yours;

his hands immediately pin your hands behind your head, placing them in one of his hands whilst digging them into the pillow, the piece of cloth around his waist loosened while he threw his coat to the side.

"'m sorry, beautiful, hadn't seen how much i've mmn been mmf ignoring you mwah" landing kisses into your skin between every word like a man hungry for home (in which he was).

"let me make it up to you."

luocha had his priorities, but had a very hard time trying to balance time with you and work. his eyes wished to be with you, but his hands were tied with the burden of making sure everyone else was alright—fuck.

he missed getting to kiss down your back, or holding your thighs to spread them wide for him to start working on your core; but he couldn't. eyebags burdened his face, and his limbs felt almost too exhausted to move.

you? you could only move a bowl of soup near him, and feeding him with patience, even if it ate you from the inside.

tonight? it was... it just... it ended up getting to you once more, you couldn't help but let out small parted cries whilst shoving a toy into yourself, wishing it was him instead.

"l—luoo... luo—c-cha... nnh-" you whined out, struggling to even just try to mumble it out, you couldn't hold back from moaning out the name that you had cherished so closely-

you had your head on his pillow, and the flowers he always used for his scent right next to your place in bed, making you arch your back into the bed below... you loved the scent you've grown so close to whilst waking up.

"ahnn- fuck! i n—need you, so bad... need you..." you mutter as your thrust it deeper inside you, a hand bringing the small scent bottle closer, taking a deep breath before letting your eyes roll back; heavy breaths exiting your throat.

you didn't realize how your favorite blonde was already taking his place behind you, feeling your body up and down, hands roaming your waist.

"sorry for ignoring you... for ignoring this... your wants- your needs—fuck." he uttered, warm breaths touching your collarbone like a dream reincarnate. you just moaned underneath him, squirming, pressing your thighs together with your cheeks darkening further.

"don't be embarrassed—please... let me please you, i won't ever leave you like this. not again."

[dollsykes]

oh my hod BLADE🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

[meebochii]

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