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The princess in question clutched her penny novel to her chest with surprising ferocity. Her cheeks were quite pink, and she couldn’t meet his eyes, but there was a determined tilt in her chin he only saw when her life was being threatened.
˖˚˳⊹ it‘s your birthday and they pamper you feat. childe : ayato : diluc : tighnari : itto : zhongli x fem! reader
˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗘
childe kneeled in between your legs to be able to move closer to your stomach, pampering your precious skin with open mouthed kisses and ever so lightly squeezing the soft flesh of your body teasingly. "everything for my birthday baby." he's smiling now, gaze locking into yours as he licked a straight like from your lower stomach until it hit right above your throbbing heat.
"I'm going to make sure you remember this day forever." his chuckle was deep and almost menacing, you could hear how serious he was about that particular sentence, his eyes gleaming sinfully, slowly hooking his slender fingers into the elastic of your pants to completely pull them down before dipping his head into your welcoming cunt. He was spreading your folds open to flatten his tongue right on top of it, tasting your sweet and addictive juices for the first time that night and archons, ajax could've come undone just now, the slightest pressure around his member would be enough, your slick way too goey and tasty on his wet muscle, he truly couldn't help himself.
˖˚˳⊹𝗔𝗬𝗔𝗧𝗢
ayato was making sure that he was completely free of his duties during this special day, it's worth to mention that he was spoiling you quite hard with presents as well, didn't know if you'd like this over that, meaning he ended up buying everything he thought would look suitable and nice on you.
but when it was finally night, he was showing a completely different side. His fingers were intertwined with yours now as he was messily thrusting into your cunt, that was squeezing him in further the messier it got. Ayato's face hid in the crook of your neck, his eyes scrunched shut as he took a deep breath to concentrate on the pleasure you both inflicted on each other. "happy birthday." he's smirking against your skin, "happy birthday my precious darling." for a second he stilled his thrusts, remaining deep inside your cunt without actually moving, face retorting back to your gaze, cupping your cheeks to swipe his thumb over your puffy lips that were still swollen from the heated make out session prior, "I love you."
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗜𝗟𝗨𝗖
diluc planned ahead of your birthday, preparing a dinner for the both of you before he'd give you a present he thought you'd love. He was a great listener after all, he knew what kind of things you adored and what you seemingly disliked after frequently spending time with you. What diluc did not expect was for the both of you to be unable to keep your hands away from each other, barely being capable of getting to the bedroom before he lightly pushed you back, so you'd plop on the soft mattress engulfed in the freshly scented sheets.
he's quick to take off his jacket before crawling on top of you, peppering your shivering skin with soft and tender love bites. Looking into diluc's eyes you could see the adoration and love he held for you, his body now completely on top of you before he lowered his face to capture you in a passionate kiss. "I hope you enjoyed your birthday today." he's breaking off the kiss for a moment, nudging your nose with his, "I'm still not done with my presents." you weren't used to diluc actually being so confident in his words when it came to intimacy, yet once he closed the gap between the both of you again you could certainly feel his semi erect bulge against your throbbing clit waiting for entrance.
˖˚˳⊹𝗧𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗜
tighnari couldn't concentrate on anything else than grinding himself deeper into your hole that was oozing out with your slick, coating his girth thoroughly without a care in the world. It was difficult to tell what tighnari was thinking, he was incredibly close to you, meaning you were able to see every feature that decorated his already beautiful face.
whenever your lips would touch lightly in the heat of the moment, your whole body trembled, desire burning through your veins as you looped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer into your embrace. "it seems you enjoy your birthday quite a lot." tighnari broke the kiss off with a low moan, saying in between harsh breathing, lips inches away from one another as he remained like that for a moment, as if he was waiting for an answer from you. "very." you're smiling at him while never breaking your gazes, you could see how happy he was with your response. He pulled his cock out almost completely, still leaving the tip before snapping right back into you, hands hooking up on your knees to push your legs up lightly, pace increasing with every gasp coming from your precious throat.
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗢
it almost seemed as if itto was even more nervous than you, he wanted to make this already special day even better than your previous birthdays. Though most plans he prepared in advance went down south but of course you were still entirely grateful for itto even trying to pull something together. "today's so special." he was voicing calmly for once while brushing his thumb over your cheek, pulling you into a kiss and acting like his fuck ups prior didn't happen.
"i wanted to make it perfect." he wasn't quite sure what had gotten into him once his grip on your hips grew tighter, "let me show you." breaking off the kiss to look into your eyes, " just how special you are." The next scenes were almost like a hazy thought, clothes falling onto the floor with messy and lewd kisses accompanying them until you were spread out on the bed only for his eyes to witness. Itto was always careful with you at first, making sure you're properly wet so his fat cock could actually slip easier inside of you, but once he was eating you out for hours you just couldn't wait anymore. "itto, please." you're whining, twisting and turning around his hold as he looked up at you, "just one more, it's your birthday after all." grinning with that one infamous smile of his.
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜
"were you enjoying your birthday today, darling?" zhongli couldn't restrain himself and flashed you with a precious yet intriguing grin painted across the corners of his lips. He's got you spread out for him, your body bare and covered with goosebumps from his sensual touches around the soft flesh of your skin. "very much." you were trying your hardest to voice an answer and were relieved that you somehow managed to do exactly that.
"I'm glad." he's smiling, lightly biting down on his lower lip before his hands ran down your thighs, placing them on your knees and gently pushing them against your body. He's so close now, the tip of his cock brushing over your tight hole who just couldn't take all the teasing anymore. "please." you're gasping for air, spine arching upwards to welcome him further before he finally slid himself into you. He was slow and cautious, being aware of his length, the last thing zhongli wanted to do was hurt you or go too fast yet once you circled your arms around his neck to pull him closer, he couldn't help it but let out a beautiful low chuckle, very much adoring it when you were blunt about certain things. His throbbing cock was pulsating in your walls yet zhongli didn't move, it was perfect like that he figured, engulfed by your tight cunt while having you in his embrace. truly perfect in his eyes.
˖˚˳⊹ baby a threesome feat. gorou x fem! reader x tighnari
˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : threesome : spit roasting : they're needy : tighnari is a bit of a dom while gorou is a bit subby : gorou kisses you after tighnari cums in your mouth
you couldn't describe the feeling of their sensual touches on your needy skin that was already covered with a faint layer of sweat. Your body was on fire, truly, it was as if someone was heating up the blood in your veins, heart pumping hard against your chest. Gorou was stripping you off your clothes while tighnari sternly watched next to him, his gaze never leaving your body.
"hurry up." his voice commanding, almost with an annoying undertone as gorou ripped the last part of your clothing off your skin, lazily throwing it on the floor. You felt exposed, as you were put out on show yet only for them to relish in your sight. Tighnari gulped out harshly at the glimpse of your breasts, nipples pointing upwards and swollen, "we haven't even properly touched you yet." he's rolling his eyes back, moving closer to your body to take one of your tits in his hands, the warm flesh melting against his touches. His touch and squeezes were light, from a teasing nature to make you crave even more, hole fluttering around nothing at a mere hold from the man that was looking down at you.
gorou was impatient, yet being thankful that there was still space in between your legs to fittingly nestle in. He's quick with it, observing how tighnari was slowly unbuckling his belt while being in front of your lips— that you were nervously chewing on. Gorou didn't even bother discarding all his clothes, only pushing down his pants to expose his leaking cock to your eyes. It was hard and angry, tip decorated with pre-cum that he gradually spread around his shaft with each lazy stroke. "please." you're whining now, both of their gazes locking with your own, "no teasing."
tighnari was chuckling at your pathetic whimpers, cock hardening in his hand, "no teasing?" his tone was pseudo like, knowing very well he did not need an answer to his words, "if you open up your pretty mouth." he’s narrowing his brows at you, you're nodding your head frantically at his words, slowly opening your mouth and prying your tongue out before he laid his cock on top of your wet muscle, playfully tapping it— once twice trice —before looking at gorou again, "what are you waiting for? get to it."
gorou gulped out as he averted his gleaming eyes to your precious cunt, folds glistering with arousal before he playfully rubbed his tip in between them, collecting your juices as a natural lubricant to make sure he isn't hurting you. For a moment he was jerking himself off in front of your pussy before letting a big bulb of spit hit his tip, whincing once it made contact, "wrap your legs around me." he's smiling, one arm now crossed on your knee to help you out while the other one lined himself up with your hole before slowly pushing his hips forward.
in that same movement, tighnari buried himself into your warm mouth, catching you off guard. He's grinning at himself, but more at the way you were trying to hold him in. He's surprisingly bigger than you expected, tip prodding at your throat before he went with slow but deep thrusts, your tongue circling his girth so he'd be properly wet. Your spine was arching after every shallow snap forward of gorou's cock into your cunt, the veins around his shaft grazing through your delicate walls and feeling like nails, your sensitivity was going through the roof which you never felt before.
you're moaning around tighnari's cock, one of his hands sliding into your hair to help you up and down his length, his other hand ran down your chest to bring his slender digits to your nipple, rubbing it in between his thumb and pointer finger. "fuck." gorou was having a hard time to breathe, throwing his head back as you clenched around him particularly hard, "again." he's hiccuping, "do that again." in a way, this was what you always wanted from them, your thoughts were filled with plenty of sinful feelings you shared for the both of them, yet never voicing your desire. All the more you craved to pleasure them, doing your best to spread your legs and mouth further for the both to nestle in.
you bucked your hips forward into gorou's cock when he picked up on pace, whimpering slightly before hollowing your cheeks to gather the spit and cum in your mouth, harshly swallowing down before retorting back to bobbing your head up and down his shaft, one of your hands holding onto his balls to lightly massage them with your warmth. Tighnari let out a beautiful moan at your new movements, he felt so neglected down there and adored it whenever you took the initiative to give his balls as much as attention as his needy cock.
"fuck." he's hissing out, "I'm close." his eyes fly back to gorou who was now digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your hips, practically doing all the work himself while you tried your best to have your legs wrapped around him. You moaned at the change in pressure around your body, which elicited a breathy laugh from gorou, his ears twitching at every sinful sound that escaped your precious throat even though you were full of tighnari's cock to the brim, being unable to even voice something properly without it coming out in incoherent babbles.
gorou noticed how close you were— by the way your cunt was coating his shaft with mounds of your juices, a barely viewable faint ring of white decorating his cock utterly pornographically, he couldn't believe he was that lucky today, finally being able to fuck you silly just like he always dreamed to! "take it. fuck, take it." tighnari muttered to himself, fucking your mouth in quick short strokes now, keeping his cock buried deep in your throat before his orgasm finally crushed down on him, his spine arching as his grip around your hair tightened, completely pulling his cock into you until your nose hit his pelvis, hiccuping and gulping around him before he spilled his seed in thick white spurts of white ribbons, coating you with warmth. You could clearly taste him on you, salty with a normal amount of bitterness to it, the texture goey and heavy on your tongue.
the sight and feeling alone made it hard for gorou and you to keep yourself on edge any longer, his pace now fast and rough while you still were full of tighnari's cock— that was gradually softening up, yet he did not want to pull out yet, didn't deem it as necessary before you spasmed around gorou's length, moaning out screaming around his shaft had tighnari's mind grow hazy, as if he could come undone yet again. Your orgasm hit you harder than you expected, toes curling viciously as your hole fluttered around his shaft which had aftershocks not only on your but gorou's body. "fuck, fuck." a chorus of small chants leaving his lips, still holding you tight, a gesture of both safety and intimacy as he pulled out, the messy combination of both your juices and his cum melting together and running down the bedsheets which was a sight to behold, your buttcheeks thoroughly coated and stained with previous release was only the cherry on top.
tighnari pulled out of your mouth now, a string of saliva connecting you to his tip before he plopped down next to you tiredly, trying to catch his breath while you gleamed in your afterglow. Gorou was still trying to hold onto your legs that were already lazily laying next to him, strained and tired from keeping yourself as close to his body as possible. "don't you want to try it?" tighnari‘s question came sudden, voiced and pointed towards gorou directly, yet with a pseudo like grin accompanying his confident state. Instantly a pair of lips pressed against yours, the prickle of wetness from gorou's lips only elicited a whine from you before his tongue pushed past your lips roughly, circling around your wet muscle. He's groaning embarrassingly, still tasting the release of his friend all over you, not even daring to break off the kiss yet.
˖˚˳⊹ face sitting feat. kazuha : diluc : heizou : cyno : al haitham : tighnari x fem! reader
˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗞𝗔𝗭𝗨𝗛𝗔
a tickling caress crawls up your whole body as kazuha desperately tasted your juices on his needy tongue. You're so comfortable right now, sitting on his face so fucking nicely, his nose nudging ever so slightly against your puffy bundle of nerves before he's proceeding to prod the tip of his tongue against your hole now, knowing far too well on how to get you over the edge.
you're releasing a shuddered moan around him, hands flying towards kazuha's head to hide your fingers into his unruly hair, tugging on it whenever he'd pick up on pace so you'd hold your balance. Your legs were beginning to strain from all the moving around, stopping to ride his tongue was yet the very last thing you'd do, far to gone in the feeling of the wet squishy muscle that was licking up all your precious juices. Kazuha adored your taste, how it melted together with it spit and combined you both to one, it was so lewd yet passionate, by far the most intimate affection in his eyes.
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗜𝗟𝗨𝗖
twining your needy fingers into diluc's vibrant red hair was something you always did whenever he'd want you to face ride him. Your hips were rocking down to meet his swollen lips, developing an even further connection between the both of you as you felt yourself get wetter at both your juices pooling down your hole and diluc's saliva melting into it.
a warm huff of breath was crawling over your sensitive skin as you yanked into his mouth at the reaction, throwing your head back in ecstasy before voicing yet another strangled moan. Diluc's eyes were shining, gleaming towards you before scrunching them shut to relish in your delicate juices. "you're so good at this." the praise you were sending right to his ears was surely getting to his head, coaxing him on to flick his tongue faster into your heat while his digits pressed further into the soft of your skin. "your taste is addicting, darling." he's mumbling against your glistering folds, your eyes rolling back now and welcoming the orgasm that suddenly washed over you in shockwaves.
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗭𝗢𝗨
heizou felt himself melt into his role more with each flick of his tongue around your puffy folds, mumbling yet another lewd praise before prodding the tip on your hole, tasting the juices you gave him so generously. You feel his hands tighten on you as he squeezed at the softness of your ass, keeping you still so he could properly work.
you roll your eyes back when he circled his tongue around the gooey substance, a breathy moan leaving his lips had shockwaves rush over you in fast moves. He'd always experiment with new positions to slide his tongue around, yet always making sure to reach every single sweet spot he knew you adored. Heizou's memories never failed him, he was pretty confident in his abilities and was always aware on what to do to bring you towards the edge of releasing. And archons, did he love whenever you climaxed on his face, thighs shaking violently around his head and staining his cheeks and chin, even if he tried to swallow up everything you gave him he'd still be unable to do so, yet he didn't mind, actually preferred it messy if he was being honest.
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗬𝗡𝗢
cyno smiled at you as he leaned back on the soft pillows underneath his head, his hands holding your hips steadily over his face before lowering you on him. He's starting off slow, yet painful, thick circles around your clit had you arch your spine at him, moaning out screaming when cyno finally picked up on pace to increase your pleasure by a tenfold, tongue creeping down to your hole that was greatly releasing your juices to him.
it didn't take him long to bring one of his hands from your hips to your lower stomach, pressing his thumb on your clit before slipping it inside your throbbing hole. You‘re bucking your heat into the newfound harder pleasure on you. Cyno‘s tongue and thumb were now working simultaneously, rubbing your clit while his wet muscle tried to slip in as far as the position would allow it. The pressure deep inside your stomach changed with each stroke at cyno‘s skilled movements, gasping as his tongue pulled out of your hole, before delving into your core again as far as he could. He‘s so good at this, you figured, yet he wasn‘t even aware of that! not to mention that his eyes were scrunched shut the whole time, deepening the moment for himself before finally making you release around his face, trying your best not to strangle him with your shivering thighs.
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗔𝗟 𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗠
"i want you to cum for me." al haitham was saying that in between harsh breathing before lowering you back on his rough tongue. You moaned at the thought of releasing all over his face, the lewd sight of it would certainly make you cum again if you were being honest. You were sure he was more than aware of that too, he's so cunning and almost mysterious like, never voicing what he was thinking right now, keeping it to himself at all times.
al haitham was going faster again, flicking his tongue around your sensual folds before moving back to your sweet bundles, sucking lightly on it to coax out a reaction from you as he hollowed his cheeks. You're feeling a shiver run down your spine, the moves of his wet muscle was running goosebumps on your skin. You're breathing out harshly as you scrunched your eyes shut, bucking your hips forward into his mouth before beginning to face ride the man underneath you. His hands were loosening up on your hips, showing you encouragement to keep on going. He would lie if he'd say he doesn't like being in control, yet sometimes, even he adored being used by you in many ways. Just be aware that al haitham will come back to you for this. Yes, of course, he allowed it for now but later he's going to make sure to punish you thoroughly for thinking you're the one running things around your relationship.
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗧𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗜
tighnari would always start with rush kitty licks to explore your folds and figure out what you enjoyed the most. He was incredibly observing, you were aware of that very well as it didn't take him long to decipher that one weak spot of yours. You voiced tiny moans and harsh breathing as your heart pounded heavily against your chest, overwhelmed with stimulation caused by the man underneath you.
you squirmed when tighnari flattened his tongue in between your puffy folds before dragging and spreading your juices over your clit. His tongue yet again circled around in heavy strokes before rolling down to your tight hole, collecting more of your slick around his wet muscle and feeling how his spit connected perfectly with it. You buried your hands in his hair while tugging on his strands— his ears twitching in response after every tug, beginning to move your hips into his tongue and bucking forward. Looking down you saw his beautiful eyes scrunched shut in concentration, so eager to please you, it was quite funny almost. Tighnari's hands tightened around your hips to pull you down further into his warm mouth before practically moving you back and forward on his own— he really wanted to know it now. Your impatient moans and whines fell to deaf ears as you arched your spine into him, crying out screaming on how close you were and archons, how he enjoyed hearing you like that, he's going to make sure to let you unravel and cry out some more.
˖˚˳⊹ how they fuck feat. diluc : kazuha : cyno : childe : tighnari : ayato : zhongli : itto x fem! reader
˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗦𝗟𝗢𝗪 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗣
diluc's lips were brushing right under your ear, his breath tickling you once you felt him place tender open mouthed kisses on your shivering skin. The simple gesture inflicted yet so much reassurance on your body, heart pounding feverishly against your chest as you wrapped your loving arms around his neck to have his warmth closer on you. He's so big too as he leisurely grinded himself deeper into your sobbing cunt that couldn't bare the teasing nature of him anymore. Diluc wasn't even aware that he has been edging you on with his way of fucking into your needy core. Yet he's far from done with you, holding your legs to pull them against your chest, reaching new places you'd never thought he'd be able to reach as you were reduced to nothing more than moaning out his name in between harsh pants.
kazuha who's fumbling with your shirt in an almost clumsy and messy way, he'd always ball his fists together in your garments to pull you closer into his embrace, almost as if he was scared of losing you in any way. The admiration of every single natural curve of your body was turning you into a whining mess underneath his skilled touches. He's hooking his fingers into the elastic of your underwear now, pulling them down in one swift motion and lazily throwing them on the floor without much thought. A small gasp escaped your lips once kazuha was spreading your legs open to comfortably nestle himself in between them, cock head in between your glistering folds before he collected your slick as a natural lubricant to finally plunge deep into you, ensuring himself that he wasn't hurting you, continuing to slowly move his hips to grind himself lazily in your cunt, making sure to feel every single pulsating spot of yours.
cyno's thrusts into your warm cunt were light and tender, his slow movements were driving you to roll your eyes back, not to mention that he'd always make sure to circle his hips whenever he'd be fully sheathed in you. He knows what he's doing, his gentle nature will of course appear during the act of intimacy as well yet he was fully aware that he's in fact, ruining you with those movements. "kiss me." you're whining out, eyes scrunched shut as your spine arched lightly into him. Cyno groaned once hearing your shaking voice, it was downright adorable in his eyes as he dropped his weight on top of you, sweat connecting your bodies together while you folded your arms around his neck to feel his soft lips, both moaning into the kiss as he haltered his movements for a moment, cock buried deep in your cunt and pulsating violently yet cyno didn't dare to move anymore, this particular feeling might be his favorite after all.
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗙𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗬
childe couldn't wait to ruin your cunt with thick spurts of cum, simply the thought of filling you up was making him pulsate inside of you, the fat vein that enveloped his girth was grazing over your delicate walls with each fast snap forward of his hips. You couldn't remember the last time when he was that needy for you, speed generally increasing every time you moaned out his name. Fuck, how he loved whenever you'd call him ajax, it's so simple yet intimate, passion filled, not to mention the way your voice was overflowing with lewdness and whimpers of his hard cock buried in your cunt was making him almost lose his mind. Childe's body was covered in sweat and perspiration, gleaming and accentuating his aching muscles, he was so close and needed to show you. Taking your hands in his larger one to pin them over your head before kissing you feverishly, both moaning into the kiss as your climax approached you.
tighnari first, pushes his cock gently into your cunt to make you adjust to his size, the painful wave soon fading into utmost pleasure as he hid his face in the crook of your neck to take in your addicting scent. Tighnari's hands found the back of your ass to hold onto you for more support as he applied more pressure each time his hips drove into your sobbing cunt. He was so fast, you could barely keep up with his harsh way of fucking you before you whined his name out screaming only for him to hear. His ears would twitch whenever he'd hear you say it, something about you saying his name and rolling it off your tongue so fucking sinfully made him grab onto you harder, leaving you breathless underneath his figure. His cock was sliding in and out of your pussy so unbelievably fast you weren't able to say anything anymore, only moaning out incoherent babbles that left him no other choice than to fuck into you harder. He's so close now, so fucking eager to cum too, finishing off with the probably most beautiful moan he ever expressed towards you.
ayato can barely take some time off for himself, that's why it's seldom for him to properly take his time with you. Quickies are a daily thing for the both of you, mostly in between breaks of his duties as the yashiro commissioner. For ayato, it's the control that gets him off while fucking you, the obedience you portray when you're spread out for him on the soft bedsheets while your legs are lazily thrown over his shoulders, most of your clothes still loosely hanging over your body because he just couldn't wait any longer. His fast thrusts are strong and centered, the bed frame rocking against the wall as your body jolted forward each time you feel his heavy cock enter you. His head is always held high, immense confidence radiating through the room as he continues to fuck you fast through your orgasm, practically tasting his own on his tongue as you squeezed particularly hard around his shaft.
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗗
zhongli's favorite kind to fuck you is rough and deep, in his opinion it's exceedingly passionate to have you whine out his name in between harsh breathing while he's pining your arms on each side of your body so he's able to view you in all your fucked out bliss. Your lips were swollen and puffy, eyes scrunched shut as he grinded himself forward with concentrated rough snaps forward. Your warm cunt spasming around his girth as your juices were gushing out of your hole to leave a faint white ring that stained his cock in thick spurts. He's been fucking you for hours now without ever showing you any sort of tiredness, zhongli could feel the knot in his stomach tighten with each squeeze, the sound of the mattress squeaking only added to the immense amount of pleasure he has been feeling right now. You've been such a good baby for him all night, trying your best to spread your legs open further as he finally climaxed deep inside of you, his hands flying to your hips to pull you closer, soft visible crescent formed buds decorating your sweat covered skin in the process.
itto who's marking your body up with not only love bites, but spurts of thick cum that would messily stain your figure. He can't deny that he was very much in love with the way his cum would stick on your fucked out body, your tits naturally bouncing up and down with each strong thrust he'd grace you with. For him, it's hard to decide where to put his hands, most of the time he'll bring his thumb down on your sensitive clit to apply pressure while snapping forward into your tight hole like a mad man. Itto wouldn't be scared of becoming very vocal in bed either, he's tremendously sensitive and shivers every time your cunt would sloppily suck him in. He's towering over you now, examining your body and fuck, he wanted to see you cum so badly, wanted to lock gazes with your beauty and witness how you're unraveling in a raging mess of utter perfection, warm tears rolling down your cheeks as you whimpered his name in soft chants in midst your newish found orgasm.
˖˚˳⊹ giving him a bj feat. ayato : cyno : childe : zhongli : al-haitham : tighnari x fem! reader
˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : oral sex (male! receiving)
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗔𝗬𝗔𝗧𝗢
ayato brushes his hand through your hair to encourage you to take him down further. He's so happy right now, his precious baby was sucking him off so fucking nicely while being settled in between his shivering thighs. He adored the way you would always try to take him deeper, your warm hand reaching over to play with his balls which you knew he was going crazy for.
he felt his cheeks raise up with warmth once you looked up at him, with those beautiful eyes of yours, total adoration, love and passion was filled in them and yet he couldn't get enough of you, too lost in the feeling of the way you were pleasuring him in this very moment. You're circling your tongue around his shaft now, making sure to coat him thoroughly with your saliva before bobbing your head up, hollowing your cheeks and almost completely letting go of his leaking cock, the tip still remaining in your warm needy mouth was all it took for ayato to cum right about now, his seed filling you up and running all down past your throat. And you took it so well, you always did, he was very much aware of that.
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗬𝗡𝗢
"fuck, more." cyno is whining right now, biting back on his cheeks before letting out an attractive moan that only motivated you to go faster. He's rolling his eyes back at the movements on his cock, his toes curling once he's arching his spine up at you. Cyno was so lost in the feeling that he didn't even realize on how deep you already had him in your precious mouth.
you pulled him off you for a second to catch a breather, his eyes almost teary from the pleasure you were inflicted on the man once you took him back inside, your skilled fingertips brushing up and down his thighs to somehow calm cyno down yet his moans were simultaneously stirring you up with no intent of stopping. Him voicing his joy was one of your weak spots, you fucking worshipped it almost. Your hand was now traveling down to where you needed it the most, your shivering needy cunt that couldn't wait any longer to get pleasured by cyno later, you just had to do it yourself. Hiking your digits up your waistband to play with yourself was making him almost cry out, this sinful sight would almost throw him completely over the edge, grabbing onto the disheveled bedsheets next to him to welcome his orgasm.
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗘
you're looking up to your boyfriend while you're kitty licking his slit, batting with your eyelashes while childe was admiring the mess you made on not only yourself, but his pants as well. How was he supposed to continue to work afterwards? In all honesty he didn't care in the slightest, because this was very much worth it in his eyes.
because what's better than having his priceless little darling kneeling in front of him while he was all comfortably sitting on his leather chair, head lolling back every now and then when you sucked particularly hard on his cock, saliva pooling down the sides of your mouth and staining your chin before he's pulling out of you for a moment. Short confusion was turned into a breathy laughter once ajax swiped his thumb over the corners of your lips before pushing his cum back where he thought it belonged the most, in your mouth. He's grinning at you now, with that infamous grin of his, you're wrapping your hand around his shaft before speeding up your movements again, taking him by surprise. He's throwing his head back, multiple goosebumps running down his body as he could feel the deep knot in his stomach embrace into full pleasure.
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜
surprising zhongli with going down on him was always a challenge at first. Not only did he prefer to give pleasure to you, but he was just so big you were concerned if he even was able to fit in your mouth. But then you remember the tiny little words he'd always voice to you, once seeing your expression, 'you're made for me, of course it'll fit, darling', alone hearing said sentence yet again was making your thighs shiver and clench together to feel some pleasure yourself which he will always gracefully give to you.
he's closing his eyes shut, feeling his release crawl up his body when you're taking him deeper, your eyes teary from trying oh so hard to please him was always making zhongli bite back on his lower lip, it was so arousing in his eyes, he wasn't sure if he'd ever say it to you, not wanting to cause any discomfort. Yet once you let his leaking tip prod against your throat he wasn't able to contain himself anymore, hands finding refuge against your head to pull you down, bucking his hips forward in the process. You're gasping at the feeling, moaning and whining around his shaft sent shockwaves all through his veins. You relaxed your jaw and breathed through your nose as he began to move in a steady pace, soon after you could already feel the familiar liquid coat you with thick spurts of white, and archons, the way it warmed up your belly was making you crave him even more and zhongli knew, he always did after all.
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗔𝗟-𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗠
"go slow." al haitham's voice was like a fresh breath of air, almost a whisper if anything. Your stomach was filled with butterflies once hearing it ring through your ears. You're nodding in response, parting your mouth lightly before gently licking from his balls up to his tip, coating him with your saliva while your eyes never stopped gazing up to him.
the way he was almost instructing you to suck him off was making you go insane, you loved whenever he told you on how exactly to pleasure him. Your newfound confidence was running through your veins before you popped his tip in your mouth, circling your warm tongue around it before your spit melted together with his salty pre-cum.
his taste was accompanied by slight bitterness you didn't mind, continuing to take him deeper into your mouth until you reached your limits. "does it hurt?" he's asking out of concern, never wanting to inflict any discomfort on you. Al haitham is taking your cheek in his hand before locking gazes with you again, you're shaking your head to assure him you're fine before moving up and down, his hand guiding you as he moaned out sharply through gritted teeth, licking his lips at the wonderful sensation of pleasure he was experiencing right now, from the only person he so very much is going crazy over.
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗧𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗜
tighnari doesn't have much time, he's always busy and on the go, that's why he appreciates it even more when you're here whenever he's in dire need of some relaxation and release of his natural lust. He always watches you intently whenever you go down on him, starting to thrust his hips softly before you picked up on pace yourself, never forgetting to circle your tongue around his shaft whenever you'd have him in completely.
"touch yourself for me." he's demanding, in all honesty tighnari very much needed this right now, it's been far too long since the both of you did any sexual things together and you knew how much he adored seeing you pleasure yourself. You're quick to follow, guiding one of your hands down past your waistband while the other one was massaging his balls for additional support.
you went in slow strokes, gently rubbing circles around your bundle of nerves before reaching to your hole to collect some of its wetness. Now with the way you were sucking him off additionally with your tiny moans and whimpers around his girth, tighnari could feel himself come close to his release. The way his body would vibrate whenever you'd wince around his cock was almost unbearable. Finally feeling his orgasm wreck over him: he shivered violently around you, holding his hands against the chair he was sitting on before releasing his seed deep in your mouth, letting you taste him even more and yet you couldn't get enough still. Knowing that tighnari might take off from work today.
˖˚˳⊹ biting/marking feat. scaramouche : pantalone : childe : heizou : dottore : tighnari x fem! reader from the 5.5k event special
˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗘
the way his canine teeth are crazing over your pulse was to die for, —much to your surprise scaramouche was slow with his movements—, barely putting on any pressure, as if he wasn‘t even there. His hands roam over your body, grabbing onto your flesh in a rough tone and that particular combination of both his careful touches on your neck whereas the almost painful grabbing on your thighs made you squirm underneath his touch.
"You‘re so easy to get riled up." he‘s saying that with a sigh that came from deep inside his gut, putting on pressure on your neck, pulse throbbing against his sharp teeth as you gulped out harshly. Hands finding refuge on his arms for additional support. Scaramouche wouldn‘t stop, —never did—, once applying the amount of pressure he wanted, he‘ll never let you get off the hook. Not until you‘re moaning and squirming his name of course, —wouldn‘t want it any other way since he adores your tiny whimpers— because if you aren‘t a shivering whining mess because of him, he‘ll think you‘re being ungrateful towards his person.
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘
pantalone carefully touched the head of his dick, a bulb of spit leaving his mouth and dribbling down his shaft so he could spread it with his fingers. He’s advancing forward to your cunt, tracing the shape of your folds before slipping the tip between you into your throbbing slit. You arched your back at the feeling of being so full by him, he‘s lowering himself so he could feel your heart beat against his chest. His cock dragging over your folds so fucking sinfully and raw, bumping over every sweet-spot you had before he attacked your chest with soft n tender love bites.
The open mouthed kisses of his were only the beginning of the endless biting and pecking on your sweat covered flesh. You were breathing heavily through your nose, didn‘t matter how often you did it already, his cock will always stretch you to your limits. The combination of getting wrecked by him while also completely marked was turning your brain into complete haze, "you‘re so tight and warm." he‘s whispering over your lips, that one particular grin of his decorating the corners of his mouth beautifully. For a moment he retracted his hips to spread your puffy clit with his thumbs to reach deeper inside of you while also coaxing yet another whine from deep inside your throat. Pantalone just knows how to get you riled up for him. <3
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗘
in childe’s opinion, there isn‘t anything better than spreading you on his bed and pounding you silly after a long day of work. He‘s searching for a way to calm himself down as well, nuzzling his face into your breasts, —that were so comfy underneath him—, not to mention that taking in your warmth will make him completely unravel against your touch. Ajax can‘t get enough of the way your tits are bouncing off so naturally whenever he‘d snap his hips forward into your heat, he‘s got to mark them up somehow, they‘re his after all.
He‘s advancing forward slowly, —so so slowly—, needy lips placed on one of your nipples to close around it, sucking hard. Nothing seemed to come out of your mouth except convulsed words mixed with a cry, turning into a utterly writhing, twitching mess. He‘d do that over and over again, now moving to the soft flesh of your tits and hollowing his cheeks to suck hard again, decorating your body with tender love bites and staining you with his saliva that dribbled down the bedsheets so sinfully. The sight in front of him made him almost see white, downright pornographically just the way he liked it. <3
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗭𝗢𝗨
it‘s always the same with heizou, he‘s busy with work as usual, tinkering in schemes and intrigues with no one knowing what exactly he was planning in the first place. Meaning that while he was incredibly busy at all times, he‘d never leave his little baby hanging :( he‘d have you sit on his lap so fucking obediently while your arms were looping around his neck for additional support. His head would nuzzle deeply into the crook of your neck to take in that damned scent that made him so addicted to you in the first place.
While he would love to spread you on his desk and fuck your brains out, heizou has duties to fulfill, yet that doesn‘t mean he wouldn‘t tease you every now and then. Since his hands are busy, he was only able to use that mouth of his, licking a rough line with his tongue behind your ear, advancing down to your neck and hollowing his cheeks to suck a cute little mark on his little baby. He absolutely adores the way you‘re clenching your thighs together now, if you‘re being obedient he might go down on you later. But right now all you‘re getting is his mouth on your neck, teeth brushing over your vein to coax yet another moan out from you. Won‘t stop until you‘re completely covered in love bites by him, wouldn‘t want it any other way. <3
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗘
you‘re blinking tiredly at the man who was nestled comfortable in between your thighs, your blurry vision slowly returning to normal as you reached out for him. Dottore wasn‘t a big fan of loving touches or kissing in particular, so he swatted your hand away in a heart beat with that one emotionless expression of his, "you know i don‘t like this." he proclaimed, putting your legs over his shoulders so he‘d have a perfect view on your inner thighs, "i need you right now." he‘s quick with it, pulling his slick tongue over your thighs and making sure you‘re feeling his teeth graze heavily over your soft flesh. His muscular arms holding you up.
His love bites grew more frantic, the pleasure in your core that tightened into a deep knot already threatening to break even though he didn‘t touch you properly yet. His cock was twitching violently in his pants but dottore knew it wasn‘t his turn yet, wanted to properly mark you up before he‘d be able to pump his swollen cock inside of your cunt. At this point your words died in your throat, holding onto the bedsheets next to you while he marked you up with tender hickies and faint bite marks. The vibrations of his humming against your soft flesh made your lower body tickle with ecstasy. By the end of the night you‘re certain you‘re going to become addicted to the feeling of dottore‘s mouth ruining you.
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗧𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗜
smiling, tighnari instructed you to sit on his lap, reaching his arm over to your form to catch your hold in his and helping you sit comfortably. You did as you were told of course, being addicted to the feeling of his warmth against you was more than enough to make you shiver against his touches. He was unhurried with his movements, challenging you with a raised eyebrow as he spread your legs to expose your drenched panties. Wasn‘t able to compose yourself as he hooked his digits into the waistband of your underwear to feel your throbbing cunt against his fingertips.
He‘d search for a place to nuzzle himself into, always finding refuge into the crook of your neck while pumping his fingers in and out of you. Your knees buckled as you let out a surprised whine when you felt his warm teeth graze over your sensitive neck, playfully licking all the way to your collarbone and biting down rather harshly against your hold, never stopping his movements on your clit. You‘re a writhering mess by now, grabbing onto his arm for a way to support your body on his lap while tighnari continued to coax yet another moan out of you with his teeth. He‘s sinking down again, simultaneously bumping knuckles deep inside your warm cunt while also sucking hard on your neck which was already stained with a tiny layer of sweat. You couldn‘t control yourself anymore, it was way too much to bare for you as you threw your head back in ecstasy, tighnari maneuvering you back a bit so you‘d sit more comfortably against him, making sure you‘re sitting still until he‘s urging your climax with his fingers.
—short drabbles of their reactions to you clawing at their back during sex ^^
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glad to see the love my first post got, especially considering it was my first time writing and publishing something smuttish, so thank you! please lmk if any of these are ooc (its my genuine pet peeve)
—afab! reader, detailed back scratching (obvi), brief mention of bondage (w/ handcuffs), pet names (sweetheart, honey, etc.)
—characters: xiao, kinich, wriothesley
xiao ♡
he didn't know how to feel when you did it a couple times at first, your nails digging across his back tattoos. xiao was new to this whole sex-thing as a whole. he knew he could drive you up a wall sometimes, even with the most minor displays of worship, but this was another to add to his learning mind. it also allowed him to grasp how sensitive the human body can truly be if treated right.
he loved the way he could make you unravel like a bow on a gift with just the littlest displays of affection. perhaps it was your natural attraction towards him that made you cum so easily.
"okay—" he choked out, his eyes squeezed shut and his hair sticking to his forehead. his thrusts came to a pause, both of you panting in each others faces. his thick length was still, slightly throbbing against your narrow, wet walls. "tell me what this means."
you were a little hazy, coming to your senses. "wh-what?-"
"tell me what it means," he grunted out once more into your shoulder. he sounded determined to know, so much so he forced it out of you by biting your neck, leaving a deep mark, but cautious enough to not break skin. his hips even jerked a little to push you. you admitted it was a habit you had when you reached a certain point of pleasure.
"so... good?" he asked for confirmation in your ear, treading carefully. you nodded, your arms wrapped underneath his, holding to his shoulders.
"does it hurt?" you asked.
he scoffed, resuming chasing a high you both deserved.
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wriothesley ♡
"w-wrio-!" you cried. your nails dug into his back—your nails traveled over his sweaty skin, over the ridges of his shoulder blades and muscles. you both loved it like this.
"can't stay quiet, can you?" he loved the noises that escaped your pretty lips, almost as much as the noises made from going balls deep into your equally pretty pussy. how wet you were, it got him on a high every time. this whole back scratching thing you were doing—this was different, but he wasn't a complainer. no, no, he'd let you do as you please—let you have your fun.
"damn—" he choked out. this room was already hot enough. . . the scent of sex and your combined breaths contributed to that. droplets of sweat rolled down his body. every time he pulled away to thrust into you again. your skin would stick together and unstick, a pattern.
"you're starting to make me think i should've cuffed you, sweetheart," he growled in your ear. you let out a squeal in response. "but i like how you're responsive with your hands."
the marks weren't deep at all, you were mindful enough to not physically cause him pain, but a little discomfort seemed fine by him. he started to speed up, causing the mattress springs to creak and the headboard to thump more prominently against the wall. almost like he was pushing you towards something aside from your orgasm.
"you can go deeper," he encouraged, his hips snapping against yours. "scared of hurting me, honey?"
no matter how loud you were, you always were able to hear when he praised your efforts, or named something you did that he liked. you always obliged, of course.
he dug you out this good 24/7. this is the least you could do.
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kinich ♡
"uh-uh."
he gripped both your wrists, bringing them to the side and above your head, staring down at you with a glare. you were surprised, your body immediately tensing at the paused pleasure. his hips stopped moving, remaining in contact to your pelvis.
"so, i give you an inch and you take a mile?" he asked rhetorically. you sighed, rolling your eyes. kinich. oh, typical kinich. "are you forgetting why i'm here in the first place? i'm paying you back, that's all."
"kinich . . . !" you whined. actually, the way you whined his name like that made him subtly grind his hips again. "don't be so cruel to me! you already have all my mora . . ."
in truth, this was his way of paying the debt he owed you—getting ajaw off his hands for a few hours. the most peaceful his life's been in a while. he's only dreamed of scenarios like that. but he thought this was greedy of you, no? he's already been bottoming out for a while inside you, hitting that sweet spot just right that gave you orgasm after orgasm. but this? ruining his back with your nails? was it still not enough for you? greed icked him.
he hesitated on letting you continue, as he was met with a dilemma—would this be a debt you owed him or reverse? because damn, did it feel good. not too deep but not too light, they traveled over his muscles just right.
". . . nobody said anything about mora." he clarified, his face remaining blank. he suddenly got a grip on your hair, gently forcing your head back as he hovered closer to your face. "you did me a damn good favor, [name]. unrepayable, if you ask me."
his hips began to move more prominently, causing little moans to slip from your plush lips. "so i'll let it slide. just once."
he thought about it some more, looking into your eyes.
cw. brat taming, fingering, manhandling, cunnilingus, size kink, noble! reader
synopsis. in which dunk cannot stand his lady.
you've been getting on his last nerve lately. and that is something, for dunk is a very, very patient man. or so he's been told. praised for, even.
since finding work and looking for a strong lord or noble to tend to hadn't been going smoothly lately, he accepted one of his only offers; guarding a wealthy merchant and his household as they traveled between holds and trade routes. it would be easy enough, dunk had thought. all he had to do was stand tall, look fearsome, and keep blades away from the soft, perfumed throats of the family.
he had not accounted for you.
you, with your fine silks and sharp mouth. you, with your jeweled fingers and that chin always tilted up at him as though he is something you've scraped off the bottom of your slipper. your father warned him about you on his first day of hire. "my daughter is... spirited." he'd told dunk. you'd chased off all your last knights with your foul behavior. the money hadn't been worth it.
however, dunk had nodded earnest as ever, hands clasped behind his back, as he towered over the polished floors and high ceilings. spirited he could handle. he grew up in slums. he knows sharp tongues and hot tempers and wild children with no reins.
he's fearsome and domineering. servants scatter when he passes. guards keep respectful distance. stable boys stare at him as though he is some giant carved from oak and iron.
but upon his first interaction with you where he'd tried to introduce himself to you, you cut him off entirely as you stand dangerously close to him in the hall of your manor. "i do not care. you'll be just like all the rest. now move."
ah.
he moves.
at first, he thought your horrible attitude was just a part of being raised wealthy and as the only daughter of your household. of course you were used to getting your way and treating the people around you like trash. you are young, surely. it was nothing but a poor first interaction; he has no wish to bully a nobleman's daughter.
but you test him.
you slip away from the convoy just to see if he'll notice, wander toward dark tree lines where bandits could lurk. you lean over bridge rails too far, and you talk to strange men in markets just to get a reaction out of dunk. every time he steps in, large form looming behind you as he catches your wrist just as you're about to touch a stranger and tells you, "that is enough, my lady," you laugh in his face.
"you don't command me, hedge knight."
the first time you spit on him is when he pulls you away from a man who's mouthing at your neck roguishly during a ball while you're too drunk to function. it landed on his cheek, dripping down slowly. he did not wipe it away immediately. he just looked down at you in disbelief.
you held his gaze, daring him. you are smaller than him by half, but you dare to challenge him either way. he'd never received training for a matter like this. "i told you, you do not command me. if you put your hands on me again, i will tell father to have one of your meaty fingers cut off."
he let you go. that was weeks ago. but you've made a sport of it since then, calling him an oaf, dog, brute, low-born. you toss orders at him in front of others. you complain about how he walks too close, is too big and clumsy, breathes too loud. you tell your fellow ladies that he smells of the stables and sweat, though he washes twice as often as any man in your company.
he's come to wonder if you do it for the fun of it or if you are simply seeking a reaction from him. because he notices the way your gaze turns expectant after you humiliate him. you do watch him quite a lot. when he removes his armor back in your manor after a long day, how you like to frequent the servant's quarters after dark, using the excuse of wanting a night snack from the kitchens... it's so suspicious. sometimes he wonders if he should take his cock out of his breeches and fist it while calling your name to see if you come running. but he doesn't.
dunk is not a clever man, but he is not blind.
still, he says nothing, because he is paid to guard your family, and you. and he doesn't want to sacrifice the pretty penny your father pays him to keep you in order.
so he endures.
until today. today, you slip away again. the road cuts through sparse woods, the afternoon light thin and golden. the caravan slows to navigate a narrow pass, and in that moment of distraction, you are gone. he can tell before he knows for sure. it's been too quiet. he rushes to scan the wagons and seek your fluffy head of hair, but nothing. "fuck." he curses roughly under his breath, stopping everything to search the area for you.
he finds you a quarter mile back, skirts gathered in your fists as you climb a moss-slick rock that juts above a shallow ravine. "what are you doing?" his voice carries. "did you jump out of your seat for me to chase you?"
you don't even look at him. "i'm admiring the view, dunk. go away."
he grits his teeth and steps forward slowly, trying not to startle you or have you run away. "get down this instant. this isn't funny."
"no."
the rock shifts under your slipper, and dunk's heart lurches up into his throat. he reaches forward, hissing; "get. down."
you finally glance back at him, your lip curled in a sneer. "no. you are not my father. leave me be."
"no," he says tightly, "but i am the one who will have to tell him if you break your foolish neck."
you roll your eyes and turn away again, just as your foot skids on the slick rock and you slip forward, letting out a startled little yelp. dunk moves before your other foot even leaves the surface of the rock, massive hands clamping around your body as he drags you back against him forcefully, your soft body pressed up against his with his arm locked around your middle like a band of iron.
for a second, neither of you move. your heart is racing. he can feel it through the layers of silk and linen. "are you mad?" he growls directly in your ear.
once you gather your bearings, you start twisting around in his grip, being a little hellion once more as if he didn't just save your life. "unhand me!"
his patience, that endless, gentle well everyone praises, is dry. he is sick of you. "i do not trust you not to run off again! you could have fallen," he emphasizes.
"but i did not."
"because i caught you. i am paid to guard you," he says angrily, holding you firm against him. "not to chase you like a stray hound every time you decide to prove you have no sense."
"well, i didn't call you a dog for no reason-"
"enough."
you've never heard that tone from him. and for a heartbeat, you falter.
then your pride surges back, and you reach back and elbow at his chest. it's like pushing a wall. "do not speak to me so," you snap. "you are nothing but hired steel. you forget your place."
dunk clenches his jaw tightly and squeezes you a little tighter, trying to will you to shut your smart mouth. "and where's my place?" he demands.
"beneath me," you say sickeningly sweet, before aiming another rough blow to his chest, trying to get him to let you go. you wriggle around, trying again to throw him off you -
his arm bands around you tighter, and he lifts you clean off your feet as though you weigh nothing at all. "put me down!" you shriek, kicking uselessly. he ignores your babbling and in one smooth motion, tosses you over his shoulder. suddenly, you're staring at his broad back and the ground swinging beneath you, your hair falling down his spine, your quickly begin to pound your fists against his back.
"dunk!" you scream, scandalized. "how dare you! i will have you-"
"you will do nothing," he snaps, big hand clamping firmly against the back of your thighs to keep you steady as he strides toward the road, each step long and unyielding. "i am taking you back home. you do not deserve to be out galivanting today."
you twist, but he adjusts easily, unbothered by your struggle. "and then, you will apologize," he says, not looking back. "and you will stay exactly where i put you until you remember how to behave like a lady."
dunk's grip tightens just enough to remind you how completely at his mercy you are.and for the first time since he took this cursed job, he does not yield. you punch his back hard, wondering if you can sink your teeth into his back somehow, when his broad hand comes down hard against the curve of your backside. you jolt, a sharp, shocked squeal tearing from you as your whole body tenses and rocks forward.
dunk's heart beats a tad too fast. he did not plan to smack you, but it was instinct. a correction, like a farmer swatting a mule that won't stop kicking. but the way you reacted... indignation faltering into pure surprise, has heat spreading through his body. he centers his brain long enough to hear your shrill cries. "y-you brute!"
you start wriggling again even more frantically now, trying to twist around and hit him. so he does it again. another rough smack delivered to your ass. he watches the motion of your soft flesh rippling back into place after he spanks you, and that strange feeling of arousal fills him once more.
this time your hips jerk involuntarily, your hands clutching at his back for balance instead of striking him. he's quite satisfied by that. your arrogance has started cracking around the edges. as he walks, he spanks you periodically, each hit measured and deliberate, his large palm landing square and sure through layers of silk, the impact more than enough to sting. to humble.
your protests dissolve into breathless little mumbles of outrage, and your hands, which had been clawing and striking him, slide instead to grip the back of his tunic. your legs stop kicking. you are now limp over his shoulder as he returns you not by carriage, but on his steed with him to your manor.
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dunk does not waste any time in carrying you through the grand doors, up the staircase, down the long hall toward your chambers where he can make his corrections. lucky for him, your father is nowhere in sight to be questioning why his trusted knight is practically dragging his daughter you her room.
dunk stops outside your room and shifts you carefully before opening the door with one hand. he steps inside and shuts it behind him with his heel. then he walks swiftly to your bed, picks you up, and drops you onto it on your hands and knees, taking off your shoes and tossing them to the ground. "i do not need help to disrobe-!" you complain, trying to weave around and pushing his big hands away, but his temper spikes once more.
"you are the most unruly creature i have ever met." he hisses, pushing your face into the bed. "you run off into the woods," he continues, jaw tight. "you taunt strange men. you climb rocks over ravines just to see if i will come after you."
"do not call me that! i only wish to have some fun, but i cannot with you breathing down my-"
he cuts you off sternly. "and i am not sure if it is because you have been raised too spoiled and pampered to have any manners, or if you act out because you're frustrated that i haven't stuffed your little cunt."
you let out an undignified little sound as he calls out your poorly hidden desires so bluntly, your body shuddering under his. dunk’s huge hand starts to trail to the hem of your dress, and he begins to bunch it up at your hips.
“you’ve made a mess,” his voice comes out as a scoff, and he slowly traces a thick finger along the damp seam of your clothed cunt. “did my brutish behaviour excite you, my lady?”
hearing your own words, your past mockery of him repeated back to you so snidely somehow excites you further. you wonder why he’s taken so long to put you in your place, but the day has finally come for him to put an end to your behaviour and set you straight. breathy moans leave your lips as he rubs you through your drawers, the stickiness collected on the crotch part pushing against you and making a bigger mess. he grabs the back suddenly, tugging it up and pulling it between your ass cheeks so he can rub the fabric against your clit.
his other hand reaches up to fist in your soft hair, tugging and forcing your body to curve towards him with no means of escape. his grip inflicts the perfect amount of pleasure-pain. you feel hot and achy everywhere.
“ser duncan!”
"now you want to address me by my title?" he shakes his head, continuously rubbing your underwear against your sticky cunt, slick now drooling down your thighs. "tch. i can smell your mess. is all this for me?"
you cry out a pathetic "yes!" and push your hips back against his hand, seeking more friction. his face gives an involuntary twitch at your answer, his expression shifting into something you wouldn't be able to read if you were looking at him right now. his hand stills against you momentarily, and you grind your pussy against the heel of his hand with a whine, seeking more.
“seven hells,” he mutters under his breath. that was the last thing he expected from you. he was ready to get off you and pretend he hadn't touched you at all, but you wanted it. the proud little lady who's been tormenting him for weeks is suddenly pliant under his hands, warm and trembling.
dunk lets out a slow breath through his nose, and grabs a fistful of your drawers, tugging them down to your ankles. he watches the sticky strings web between the fabric and your cunt, and groans at how filthy you are for him
“so that’s it,” he says quietly, lowering his face to your cunt and pushing the tip of his finger into your puffy hole. “all this trouble… just because you wanted my attention.” he blows softly on your clit, and you whimper, trying to jut your hips back into his face. he pushes you down a little harder, sliding his finger inside you to the knuckle without warning.
a whimper escapes you at the sudden, unfamiliar intrusion, and as he begins to pump the invading digit slowly, your slick walls cling greedily to his finger as it sinks deep inside of you.
transfixed, he watches as your swollen lips part and cling to his finger with each thrust, a wet squelching sound filling the room. your arousal gushes out around his finger and coats it, making it easy to slip inside you, despite how tight your walls cling to him once he's inside.
with how close his face is to your cunt, he can't resist only looking anymore, and pushes his finger down inside you to make space for his mouth to cover your pussy. he lets out a highly pleased noise at the honeyed taste of you, and eagerly laps at your wetness while curling and twisting his finger inside of you.
he gets caught up in your taste, running his tongue through your falls and dragging upwards, flicking over the tight bud of your ass. you squeal and snap back to attention, having gotten dumb and drooly from when he'd been munching your cunt, but the new sensation has you on high alert once more. he spreads your cheeks with his free hand. "don't move."
you whimper at his tone and gasp as his tongue runs up and down, all the way from the base of your sloppy folds to your ass, all while easing a second finger inside of you.
"s-ser duncan, i-" your voice breaks off into a gasp when his tongue probes inside of you, his fingers spreading you open far enough for him to stuff his tongue in as well. he moans inside of you, sending vibrations through your hole and making your stomach tighten up. your lips part to form weak pants as you bury your face in the pillow.
dunk can see how much your body is responding to him as well. the way your cunt molds to fit his fingers and tongue, how your wetness flows freely to keep your hole lubricated and messy for him. and he could swear the longer he feasts upon you, the better you taste. he's never tasted a cunt as ripe as yours. but he won't tell you that.
his tongue working diligently to taste every drop of your essence. he loses himself in the act of pleasuring you, consumed by the desire to feel you come undone beneath him.
he keeps his fingers stuffed inside you but pulls back for a moment to watch how your cunt swallows them up, and he takes in the sight of your puffy, swollen lips, and the glistening, dusky flesh within. "of course you have the prettiest little pussy." he mumbles, tugging his fingers back and twisting them back in with a turn of his wrist.
before you can respond, he seals his mouth over your cunt once more his tongue delving deep to lap at your dripping slit. your body arches into the sheets. "i cannot take any more," you hiccup. " 'm about to... g-about to-"
dunk ignores your babbles and suckles on your swollen folds, his tongue trailing up to trace circles your clit, flicking over the sensitive bud teasingly before diving back down. his fingers pump faster, stroking your h-spot with each thrust, pushing you ruthlessly towards your impending orgasm. "beg for it," he growls against your sex, his fingers pausing their movement, leaving you teetering on the edge.
"please," you whimper, your voice high and breathy, desperate for release. you cry his name as your orgasm crashes through you, your pussy clamping down on his fingers, as your release gushes onto his hand, your body lifting off the bed. dunk groans, lapping up your essence as it pours out of you, swallowing every drop greedily. your pussy flutters around the invading digits and on his mouth, greedily seeking more. dunk devours every drop until you're licked clean, then runs his tongue over his lips with a satisfied hum.
men who after a long and exhausting day the only wish they have is being buried between your thighs.
footsteps heavy, almost crawling pathetically to the bed where you lay waiting, shoulders slowly loosing tension as he press the mattress beneath him, the soft laundry scent of the blankets mixed with your own blur his senses
men who eat you for their own pleasure, tongue deep in your core, moving relentlessly with excitement, with no intentions of slowing down or stopping, strong big hands keeping your legs spread for him. your moans and sighs combined with the slurping sounds made such a nasty and addictive melody, something he could never get tired of
it becomes inevitable at some point, his hips move back and forward against the bed at the same rhythm his mouth moves around your clit, eyebrows frown at the delicious but insufficient friction, you squirm and feel the orgasm approaching you like a warm and strong wave, the only thing you can do is grip his hair in your hands and arch your back
your breathless whispers of his name drives him to the edge, he receives your orgasm with a smirk that quickly fades as he unexpectedly reaches his own orgasm with a broken and loud moan, his underwear feels so sticky and wet, both of you out of breath and tired, but his hands never leave your thighs and his eyes slowly meet yours with a mischievous glow
“one more time, please?” it didn't actually sound like a question, but it wasn't either a warning, he placed a trail of kisses across your inner thigh, his shaky breath against your sensitive clit was making your heart race again, “my love?”
you nodded in response, and after that the night only got longer.
characters → nanami kento, ser duncan “the tall”, adrian chase, clark kent, simon “ghost” riley, erwin smith, james “bucky” barnes + your favs ! 𝅄 ׁ ˳
— mating press (briefly), overstimulation, dacryphilia, edging, dollification (if you squint), knotting, creampie, stone top Rina, service top Lycaon, fem!reader, reader is called 'mistress', pwp
ardently avoids eye contact. i was possessed idk. this started out as just porn and then i wrote plot but it got out of hand so i snipped most of the plot and this is what's left. i hope it's coherent idk. manifesting a lycaon pull by posting this tbh. dividers from @/adornedwithlight.
You knew you were fucked the moment you caught yourself typing ‘thiren dildo knot’ into your phone at four in the morning.
Your crime illuminates the dark of your room, search results reflected in your glassy eyes. The depravity is lost on you. You're so horny you can't sleep, much less feel guilty about drilling your (regular, average, lacking in girth and curve and length, not dripping for you the way he would) dildo into yourself, staring at sex toys and imagining him instead.
It only hits you after you cum. Right next to the usual disdain, the nagging realization that you have to clean yourself up, guilt nestles in. It does two neat little circles and sinks like a stone in your stomach. You find yourself with your phone in your hand, sketchy website leering at you. A countdown scrolling across the top advises you that your cart will be held for another four minutes and 12 seconds. Buy now, or your custom order (wolf thiren mold, large, medium firmness, cumtube included, custom colors) will be released for another horny idiot to pick up.
You delete the dildo from the cart, wonder briefly if you should ditch the email attached to the account, and pay for the eight pack of lube you'd added. Guilty, but not that guilty.
It's not supposed to be like this. You're not supposed to want his knot this badly. Lycaon had said so himself the first time you'd asked for it. It isn't a small thing – wipe that smirk off your face. It isn't something to be taken lightly, that's all he meant.
The entire situation had gotten out of hand; you'd hired Victoria Housekeeping a handful of times to assist with the clean up of your recently acquired property. It was a small place, and you had been in no rush to get the job done. They had divided the project over the span of a few weeks, assigning only Lycaon and Rina for the task.
Each visit had grown less and less professional. By the end of the project, you were scrambling to find something else for them to do, unwilling to let them walk out of your life just because the contract demanded so.
All three of you knew it wasn't professional to keep taking your calls. In fact, their conduct in your home violated several clauses within their contract – but by the time you had messaged Lycaon to ask if he could help you tote a new bed frame up the stairs, he had already stopped insisting on a contract. A friendship had grown, an ease that started between you and Rina and gradually thawed Lycaon's affections.
It wasn't uncommon to arrive at your home and find Rina already waiting. He'd been suspicious, had seen the starry look in your eyes, your swollen lips and the boneless, fumbling way you moved. He couldn't pinpoint when you and Rina had started becoming physical, but he could smell the stench of sex in the air the moment the door opened. He knew what he'd find if he let himself sink to his knees before you, sniffing and licking at your cunt like he wanted.
For months, though, he refused to act. He suppressed his baser urges, whittling them into compliments instead.
Your hair looks beautiful. Rina did it? Why isn't he surprised. And that dress? Yes, also Rina's choice. Of course.
It's not jealousy. It's something else that shares the same form, feels the same way. Lycaon agonizes over how to fit himself into your life, how to be needed, oblivious to the fact that you wanted him as things were.
Rina had been forced to meddle, casually stringing the both of you along until the conversation had occurred ‘naturally’. Even with your shared feelings out in the open, Lycaon remained restrained. His touches were subdued, moments together stolen and short.
The first time he’d fucked you had been a ‘matter of impropriety, ill-befitting an attendant’, as Lycaon had so stuffily put it.
In short, he’d gotten cold feet after he'd made you cum on his fingers, after Rina had gently nudged him aside to lap up the mess left on your thighs.
“We aren't here on business,” Rina reminded him, challenge in her tone all but calling him a pussy.
She twisted you up in her arms quickly, her hands pressed to the backs of your knees to spread you wide. You leaned back against her, almost entirely unaware of the moral crisis Lycaon put himself through. You're barely there after you cum, take time to get back into your own head - but the way you move so eagerly for Rina makes his cock jerk in his pants.
Rina’s hand had slid down the back of your thigh, her nipples hard for the way you tried to keep your leg where she had held you. Her fingers teased your dripping slit. She dragged them through your folds, prodding at your hole, showing Lycaon how eagerly you sucked them in. She made a show of spreading them, showing off the way you clung to her fingers, the way you dripped for them.
His resolve was iron-clad, but you'd melted through with your little whimpers, desperate voice whining "please, Lycaon.”
He was still a man, at the end of the day. You were bound up for him, snared like prey. He had wanted to treat you gently, to be slow and reverent - but he had pounded into your cunt instead, deep and slow. Any faster and he knows he would have popped his knot into you, had you locked together with your legs thrown over his shoulders, body bent nearly in half.
He'd pulled out, breathlessly asking where you wanted him to cum, stroking himself hard and fast, a hand wrapped tight around his knot. Rina had shuffled you up quickly, stretching your arms above your head, wrists gathered by one of her hands. She beckoned to your tits, the same wave he had seen her use countless times to invite clients to their tea.
Lycaon found the time to treat you gently later. He took his time, gentle and reverent as he wanted - still no knot.
You'd taken the rejection to heart, decided that if he said no once, then that was all there was to it. It was his dick and he could do what he wanted with it. You were too afraid of being pushy, or objectifying – or any number of things that might make him uncomfortable. Fantasies were fine.
Fantasies, and maybe a custom dildo. You were still thinking about it, the page still bookmarked on your phone. Next paycheck, you would tell yourself.
It came out the way all of your fantasies do – by Rina pulling it from you. Three fingers deep, pumping into you steadily, so torturously consistent, so committed to the slow build of your pleasure until the truth came gushing out.
She had this game she loved to play – making you narrate your fantasies. No detail spared or she'll stop stroking your needy little clit – and you would hate that, wouldn't you?
This time it had all come to light – how badly you wanted Lycaon's knot, how you were saving up just for a taste of a fake one.
Rina giggles in the aftermath. She dresses you quickly in your sleepwear, gesturing for you to raise your arms so she can roll your shirt down.
"Of course, you know that can be arranged,” Rina says, as casually as if you'd asked her for a cup of tea.
You feel like you've been shocked. Your arms are still sticking straight up in the air when you protest.
“No– it's just a stupid fantasy.”
Rina guides your arms back down, lets you rest and pose yourself without her guidance. She slips her hand into yours.
“I don't think it's stupid at all, Mistress.”
“Don't call me that,” you whine, swatting the air where she had been a moment ago. “It makes me feel gross.”
“Sir Lycaon likes it,” Rina teases.
Your face warms. You mumble a retort, lame and forgotten.
“I'll speak with him,” she assures you.
“No, don't. Don't tell him.”
“Leave everything to me.”
The subject of your objectification knocks on your door at 10 AM the next week. A standing appointment for coffee, Lycaon would call it – otherwise known as your weekly coffee date. Rina wiggles her fingers in greeting, drifting inside casually, the scent of vanilla trailing after her.
For a moment, you wonder if she had mentioned anything at all to Lycaon. He appears overwhelmingly normal about all of this. Clarity strikes you, lightning to your nerves when Rina doubles back to press her hand to the small of your back.
“You aren't just going to stand there, are you?” She asks.
Both of you jolt. You shuffle to the side, nearly tripping over your own feet to get out of the way. Lycaon shuts the door behind him. You speak over each other, both stammering apologies and excuses.
“Rina mentioned –”
“Was the trip here –”
You stall out, trying to give room for the other to speak.
“Sorry, I–”
“My apologies, I didn't mean to –”
Rina finally has mercy on the two of you, taking hold of the conversation before you can fizzle out a third time. She makes things clear upfront: your desire has been communicated to Lycaon. He has agreed. Don't look so serious, you two – this is a good thing.
The rest falls into place naturally. Or, as naturally as it can with Rina pulling the strings.
“We have the entire afternoon,” she informs you, turning to head to your bedroom. You're expected to follow, and you do - of course you do. Lycaon trails behind you, fingers ghosting against your wrist.
“You make it sound so formal,” you drone, plopping unceremoniously onto the edge of your bed.
“Oh, it's not formal,” Rina tuts. She drifts behind you, hands working at the tension in your shoulder. She leans forward, breasts pressing against your back, her cheek against yours, eyes locked on Lycaon. “It's just us.”
Time quickly became a suggestion. Minutes bled together, strung loosely between each touch, held secret in the clutch of Lycaon's pocket watch - the same watch that lays discarded in a heap with the rest of his clothes.
Your chest is pressed to the mattress, head cradled in Rina’s lap. Her hands rove across your hair, fixing it again and again as Lycaon drives into you. His arm is wrapped tightly around your waist, keeping your hips up and pinned flush wish his. His breath is hot at the back of your neck, teeth aching to nip at your nape, to mark your delicate skin. He drags his broad tongue across the places he wants to bite.
You've lost count of the ways they've bent you, the positions Rina had asked of you.
First, it was missionary, your own choice - but the angle had been all wrong, too difficult to squeeze his knot in that way. Rina had taken over from there, posing you as she thought best. By the time she had stopped mid-mating press, you realized this wasn't about trying to find the best position to take Lycaon’s knot. Rina had been playing her own game.
Rina's hand lights on Lycaon's shoulder, a barely-there brush of her fingers. He growls as if she's stuck her hand in his dinner bowl, the noise rumbling from his chest and through your back. He buries his cock in deeper, resisting the idea of stopping again, and his tapered tip wedges against a spot so deep inside you that you spasm in his arms. You cum so hard you swear you blackout for a few moments, your body a throb of pleasure, hips squirming, pussy trying to suck him in all the way.
You feel it - the first slip of his knot, the first stretch. The burn sears into pleasure. Your breath catches in your throat, a strangled moan escaping, pressed into Rina’s thigh.
“Please, please, please,” you sob.
Rina pushes harder against Lycaon’s shoulder. His lip curls, but he pulls back. His cock drags all the way out of you, leaves you empty, clenching around nothing. Your hands fist the fabric of Rina's skirt.
She doesn’t give you more than a moment to recover. Your pussy is still clenching when Rina's hands ghost across your ribcage. Sparks shower across your skin, nipples peaking painfully. She urges you with insistent, well-placed touches, tutting softly at the way you whimper. Her hands smooth sweat-slick hair from your face, fixing the strands reverently. She tucks two fingers under your chin and you raise your sight to her. It takes a moment for your hazy eyes to focus.
A touch on the side of your leg. You swing obediently into her lap. Rina's cold fingers pressing gently against the side of your neck, coaxing you against her chest. Your cheek cushions on her breast
Her fingers smooth sweat slick hair from your face, touch chilled and just on the side of clammy.
“Another, Mistress?” Rina asks sweetly, petting your hair. She pointedly ignores Lycaon's huff.
You peer up at her, tears brimming your eyes, catching the light and sparkling so prettily. You don't have the words. Could you even cum again? You want to plead, to whine – it had been right there. You had been so close to what you'd wanted.
“Oh, you poor thing,” she coos. The backs of her fingers press to your heated cheeks. “Cry if you must. It's all right.”
Rina's smile grows as your tears spill. She makes no move to wipe them from your cheeks. This is how she likes you, how she finds you most beautiful - worn down, fucked out, a mess in her arms for her to clean up and toy with.
Lycaon can't stand to see you cry, though. The bed creaks as he sits up, fishing a handkerchief from his discarded waistcoat. He dabs at your cheeks, tucking a knuckle under your chin to hold you in place.
"I'm sorry," he murmurs against your hair. "It was too much. I should never -”
"No." Your voice wobbles. "No, I just– I want your knot so bad.”
His cock jerks. Pre-cum dribbles from his tip, pools in his fur. Lycaon bites the rumble in his chest into a whine, locked tight behind sharp teeth.
“All right,” he breathes, heart hammering in his chest. “All right. Yes, of course. You'll have it. No more tears, please.”
Rina urges you from her chest. She knows where she's needed, knows not to linger. She presses her hand to Lycaon's shoulder, directing him to lay back against the bed. He's not quite as pliable as you are, never has been - especially not when he's wiping tears from your cheeks, kissing your forehead. His touch lingers when he follows her directive, hand stroking down the back of your arm, across your elbow, along your forearm.
She lets you toddle over to Lycaon on your knees, lets his be the hands that steady you when you swing your leg over him. You're still crying, sweet thing, tears wetting the fur of his stomach.
You wiggle into place awkwardly. His drippy tip glides through you pussy, nudging at your puffy, sensitive clit. You suck a breath through your teeth, lifting off him. The sensation is sharp, teetering on the edge of pain. Your knees pinch in and nudge Lycaon's sides, thighs jiggling. His eye tracks the movement immediately, hand stroking from your ass to your thigh, back and forth.
Rina slots in behind you. She keeps her touch on your hips light, urging you back down. Lycaon’s chest stills, his breath caught as she works you into a simple, back and forth path, dragging his cock along your slit. Once you settle into her rhythm, she reaches below you, gripping the base of Lycaon's cock, holding him steady.
He slides home easily, your pussy still molded to the shape of him. You keen, still sensitive. This new angle has him pressing against spots that dot your vision with stars. You sink deep, trembling and relieved all at once.
You get a few breaths together. Lycaon's head rests atop yours. He swallows audibly. His warm hands flex at your hips, restraint evident, strength held at bay by resolve alone. He's strong, so much stronger than you – he could press you down onto his cock easily, force you to take him to the hilt. The thought makes you clench around him, pussy fluttering.
Lycaon's teeth click next to your ear. His claws prick your skin for the fraction of a second, and then he's keeping his fingers off you, holding you by the palms. His cock throbs, twitches, aching to plug you with his knot.
Before you can grow too comfortable sitting on his cock, milking him dry with the squeeze of your pussy in response to every shallow thrust, every aching press of his knot to your hole, Rina begins her adjustments. At your hips first, the little suggestion of movement in her fingertips. You don't respond immediately, pussy so full you can't think straight. She pinches the fat of your hips, spurring your obedience.
She gets your hips rocking first, guiding you until you settle into the movement on your own. It's gentler than before, but each press of your hips sucks him deeper. This is the one - it has to be.
Rina doesn't let you stay hunched over. Her hands touch to your back, adjusting your posturing until your sitting so pretty on his cock. She adjusts your arms, lets you wind them around Lycaon’s neck instead of curling up behind him to claw at him shoulders.
You're almost there, can feel him slipping in, the stretch making your eyes roll back. Rina makes one final adjustment to your posture. She pries your face from the safety of Lycaon’s shoulders. All your pretty little sounds, your focused expressions, are clear for both of them to see.
“I'm– I'm close–” Lycaon huffs, keeping his face pressed to your shoulder. His body is coiled tight, nearly shaking with the restraint it takes not to thrust into you, to lock your bodies together and flood your pussy with his cum.
You whine, a hand fisting in his fur. Your stomach burns with the idea that after all of this, after being the perfect little toy, you might not get your prize – that he might slip out of you, cum spilling on your stomachs instead of where it belongs.
Lycaon thrusts into you hard just as your hips cycle down. His knot locks in. You gasp, the sensation foreign. You don't have time to savor it. He pounds into you, locked in place by his knot, your walls squeezing him as you cum again.
“Like you're made for me,” he babbles. Lycaon stops himself just before he bites onto your shoulder, his maw held open, sharp teeth threatening to puncture your skin. His moans are loud, pitching into a whine. His cock kicks inside of you, cum flooding your pussy, trapped in place by his knot.
You slump against him, the last few ropes of his cum spurting, his hips still shifting to drive it deeper. Your body is heavy, weighed down with the flood of pleasure still tinging your blood. Gradually, Lycaon's grip on you softens. His jaw closes, tongue flicking out to lap at your shoulder - short, slow strokes, almost apologetic.
Rina sits back and smooths the wrinkles from her dress. She admires the scene before her with a gentle smile, tilting her head to capture it from every angle. You're fully seated on his cock no matter which way she looks at it, escaped cum dribbling to the sheets in rivulets.
“Is it everything you dreamed?” Hands clasped, head tipped to the side - she looks at the pair of you adoringly, as if the sight of you breathless and locked together is the cutest thing she's ever seen.
“Rina,” Lycaon says, muzzle pressed into the crook of your neck. “Some water for our mistress, please.”
There's something hidden in his tone. You're too tired to piece it together, but Rina hones it on it immediately. She strokes along your spine as she stands, bending at the waist to kiss the crown of your head. She drifts out of the room without argument.
The door latches shut. You sag against Lycaon, his arms tightening around your middle. His tongue laps at your shoulder, collecting the salt taste of your sweat. He edges closer to your neck, lapping at it in broad strokes.
"Are you comfortable?" He murmurs against your skin.
"Mmhm," you hum, eyes shut, trusting your weight to his hold. “Feels good.”
Lycaon's tail dusts against the sheets. He presses his nose to the joint of your shoulder and neck, breathing your scent deep. For a moment, he thinks you might fall asleep, your cheek pressed against the soft fur of his chest.
“Let's order takeout,” you mumble.
Lycaon huffs. The closest thing he can muster to a laugh in his exhaustion. His arm tightens around your waist. He shifts you carefully so that you're both lying down, trying his best to ignore the way you squeeze around him, the way his cock gives a tired, painful jerk. He drags a blanket over your bodies.
“Worked up an appetite, did you?”
You nuzzle closer to his chest, letting out a satisfied sigh. “I just don't want Rina to cook for us.”
🍓Couldn’t get sending Harumasa nudes out of my head and then I saw @mini-ism post about Caesar going through Livhters phone and had Jimmy Neutron Brain blast. (My moots are so awesome and talented and everyone should give them love). Like... what DO they have on their phone, if anything? So that's what this is. Also took this as my chance to write for my favorite straight white cat boy Seth.
Tw: Nsfw; recording during sex; rough sex (all); somnophilia (Harumasa); breeding kink (Seth); bottom harumasa and seth; Mommy kink (seth); grammar errors (inevitable)
Info: Fem bodied reader (no pronouns i think? use of mommy though); Harumasa x Reader; Lighter x Reader; Seth x Reader; I tried to add plot but who am I kidding this is porn
Harumasa Asaba
The first time Asaba Harumasa asked to record you during sex, you declined. He'd wanted it so he could use it at work, during those days that he really needed you most. It's not like you were shy about your body, especially not with him. He'd seen you naked a million times and done more than just admire your body on numerous occasions. You just didn't want to do it, not with the risk of his very important friends possibly seeing them. The idea of sweet Sokaku sneaking on his phone and somehow finding the videos was mortifying, to say the least. The consequences afterward would probably be even worse, you'd never be able to look Yanagi in the eyes again.
So, you told him no, and who is Asaba to press you on something like that. Feminism was hot, or whatever. He just wanted to see what he could get away with. Little did he know he planted a seed in your brain that kept on growing and growing until, one night, you asked him if he was still into the whole recording you thing.
He wanted to say "No fucking duh." But instead, he smiled and nodded all cute-like, "Oh? I thought you didn't want to? Don't tell me you've been holding out on me now..." And thus began your unexpected obsession with making amateur porn.
Harumasa isn't an idiot, of course, he keeps everything in a hidden folder within a hidden folder, accessible via a password only he knows. (He would give up any chance at living a long life to keep Sokaku as far away from his porn stash as possible). It's surprisingly well organized, coming from him at least. Categorized by type (picture and videos), who was topping, and which kinks you indulged in.
His personal favorites, though, are saved in a separate folder within those already existing folders. They're his go-to when he's feeling so very pent up at work and needs release fast enough that Yanagi won't come looking for him. Like right now, the phone under the desk and the volume just loud enough that only he could make it out by straining his ears. A little treat for his hard work today.
The first one starts out with shaky camera work -- you'd grabbed and started recording in a hurry like you realized this one would make good content for him. (You were right, as usual). The sun is peaking through the curtains of his dark apartment, and with the light, he can just barely make out his sleeping face. You pan the camera down, and one of your hands is gently tracing along his slowly hardening cock, already free and begging for you to suck it. It jumps in your hand as you rub the tip, and then all of a sudden the camera flips and he gets to see your face. You have eyebags under your eyes and your hair is sticking out in several places with little bruises littering your collarbones. Just how he likes you. Shuffling follows and the camera jerks around awkwardly until it rests on his abdomen and refocuses on you, dick still in hand and eyes blinking innocently at the camera.
You tap the tip against your cheek a few times, Harumasa's hips pressing up into your hand as you do so. You smile a little at him offscreen, and it's almost affectionate until you swallow him down in one go. What you can't fit in your mouth you fist with your hand, bobbing in a perfectly trained rhythm that he knows would have him seeing stars. His hips awkwardly jerk, but you take him so well that it doesn't even bother you. The camera shifts again as Harumasa himself begins to wake up. A confused, "Oh fuck," is moaned out in the background, just barely audible over the heavenly sound of you sucking and swallowing him up. Then, your eyes flutter up, right as a hand fists its way into your hair. The video cuts shortly after that, leaving the rest of it up to his impeccable memory.
The next one is a bit longer, and honestly humiliating for him, but he can't get enough of it. Again you're holding the camera, but this time he is awake. It starts with your hand on his ass, marked with the harsh imprint of your strikes, bright and red and sure to bruise (it did). You make sure to get a good angle of yourself pounding him into the sheets, the sounds of squelching mixed with incoherent babbling from him something sinful. You glide your hand over his bare back, camera following along, then tug on his fluffy black hair. He lets out a pathetic whine as you push the camera into his fucked out face. Cheeks red, drool dripping down his chin, eyes watery and unfocused. It's all he can do to answer you when you finally ask, "You were a good boy today, weren't you Harumasa? Tell the camera how good you were today."
"Yessss, 'm a very good boy~" He hiccups out through your harsh thrusts.
You coo at him, pressing a little kiss to his cheek which gets him smiling like a moron in the video, "You know what good boys get to do, right?"
He visibly jolts in the frame, right as you wrap your pretty fingers around his swollen cock just out of frame. A whorish moan leaves his mouth as you pick up the pace, determined to make him cum. His whole face twists in pleasure as he cries out your name, releasing all over your fingers and the sheets. The camera flips, and you're giggling as you spread the covered hand playfully for the camera. "Such a good boy~" You hum, and the video cuts as you begin sucking each finger clean.
The last one he has, which is the only one where he's holding the camera, is his personal favorite. You're in the Section 6 office, legs spread out and perched wobbly on the arms of his desk chair. Miyabi, Yanagi, and Sokaku were all out for lunch and you'd been so sweet to bring him the one he'd 'accidentally' forgotten at home. His pace was fast and rough as he slammed into you. He preferred taking things slow, but even he had to admit he liked the thrill of a quicky in such an open area. One hand comes down to hold your thigh at a different angle, and you let out the squeakiest excuse for his name he'd ever heard. "I thought you didn't want them to see you like this... you're awfully contradictory~" He teases from behind the camera, not that you have it in you to do anything but whine at him. "What would Miyabi think of you..." He tuts, "and poor Tsukishiro might have a heart attack... how shameless can you be?"
He zooms in on your face, head thrown back and mouth stuck wide open with empty gasps just begging to become moans. Your body shakes as his thrusts become less fast and more rough, skin slapping against skin in the quiet office on the very desk he was scrolling through his phone. He can see his name form on your lips.
"Harumasa," Came Yanagi's voice instead, he jumps, quickly locking his phone and slipping it into his pocket, "I understand paperwork is boring, but scrolling on your phone is-"
"Unacceptable, I know," He sighs, "I'm getting to it I promise. Just... right after a quick bathroom break, okay?"
He's up and gone before she can respond, already deciding which video he should watch to fix his little issue. Oh! Or he could ask you for a new one right now, it'd been a minute since he'd gotten you masturbating.
Lighter Lorenz
Lighter didn't get the appeal of it at first. Why would he settle for videos and pictures when the real thing was so much better? Just didn't make sense to him, but sure, he'd let you do what you want. You were damn adorable with how excited you got when he said yes to another video or picture.
It wasn't until an extended period of time away from you that he realized how badly he was missing out. He was horny and you were too far away to do anything about it and no matter what he imagined he could not get off for the life of him. So, he caves and asks you to send one of those videos you'd made. It was probably the fastest he'd cum by himself since getting with you.
Lighter admits defeat, you were right, those videos are something else. Not nearly as good as the real thing, but close enough when he needed it. He's very selective about what does and does not get filmed though. There are some moments he wants to keep just between the two of you, no cameras or anything like that. However, once he gets into it he really gets into it, and those videos are cinema for amateur pornstars.
He keeps the videos and pictures in an unlabeled folder on his phone, not nearly as meticulous about hiding it as Harumasa or Seth might be. He didn't have the risk factor, the girls wouldn't go through his phone without asking first, and he wasn't careless enough to leave it out for others to dig through its contents. He also wasn't stupid enough to look through his little stash with others around, always waiting until he was completely isolated to look.
You were out for the night doing something or another for someone, too kind for your own good, leaving only Lighter and his hand to keep his dick company. He clicks open the folder, smiling to himself when he's met with pretty pictures of you.
He scrolls a bit, then clicks on a more recently recorded one. The camera is focused on your stomach, just low enough that he can see the flared red tip of his dick teasing your swollen clit. A deep chuckle sounds from behind the camera, followed by a grumpy little whine from you. He takes the hint, sliding his tip down and slowly dipping it into your drooling cunt. You let out the cutest squeal as he stretches you out, his hips angling up so his cock presses against your tummy.
The camera zooms in on the outline of his tip, pressing just below your navel. You babble something incoherent, and Lighter hums like it's the most interesting thing in the world. His calloused hand comes into view, tracing the outline with a low hiss. "Fuck, you feel me inside baby?" You mumble something out again, a much smaller hand sliding under his. He presses down as you trace a finger over him, and a whorish moan leaves your mouth. He ruts himself into you, hand pressing down so both of you could feel just how deep inside he was. Your body trembles with each hard thrust, and the camera work gets shakier and shakier the louder Lighter gets until it stops altogether after an annoyed groan — literally thrown across the room so he could focus more on you.
The next one he picks among a sea of delicacies is an older one, one of the first he'd agreed to make with you. The camera is set up on the nightstand, angled nicely so he could see your pretty tits bouncing with each thrust of his hips up into yours. You're wearing his scarf around your neck, and you look like sex incarnate hopping up and down on him.
His veiny hands grab at your hips, guiding each movement with careful precision. You're leaned back, head thrown to the sky as you call his name like a mantra. Each thrust makes your voice peak a little higher, the only thing louder being the slap of wet skin on skin. One particularly rough thrust has you keening, falling forward to press your sweaty face to his just out of frame. He can see your hips roll desperately into his own for all of a few seconds before his hands wrap around your thighs to hoist you up so he can bully his cock into your abused pussy. The whole bed shakes as the headboard slams into the wall, the camera tumbling to the ground forgotten as it records your brainless sobs over the sound of his brutal pace. A weird habit he’s noticed consistently in these videos.
He's close, he can feel it, as he strokes himself a little faster. Just needed the perfect thing to push him over the edge. He taps one of your personal favorites, citing it as 'the most fun' for you to film. In it, he is holding the camera down, you're kneeling between his legs, head resting on his thigh as your deft fingers play with his member. You smile up at him, sliding the bead of precum around the tip like a game.
He's huge in your hand, and it's a miracle you manage to fit your slim fingers around his fat cock. Slowly stroking down, then back up, your thumb sure to run over that vein that made his toes curl. You keep a steady pace, teasing him with the sweetest grin on your face.
"Feelin' good baby?" You purr up at him, amused at what is likely a very red faced Lighter.
There's an audible swallow, and the camera shakes as he answers, "Real good. Takin' good care 'f me."
You giggle, satisfied with the answer enough to lean down and start sucking on his balls. Your other hand scraped against his thigh, the muscles beneath tensing at the sensation. The sound of your sucking, mixed in with his little whimpers has him cumming prematurely, not that it stops him from fucking his hand through his orgasm. The video continues on like that, you teasing him to the edge and denying him his orgasm like a monster. Unlike then, he had quiet the mess to clean up now.
He thinks better of just cleaning it up, though. Instead snapping a quick picture and sending it to you with a little, 'Miss you.'
Seth Lowell
Seth is an incredibly polite, considerate, sweetheart who would never in a million years dream of asking to record you during sex. He might just be the most vanilla guy in all of New Eirdu, and recording seems... a little violating of your privacy. It's not something he considers an option.
Until one day, after a very long week where you and Seth hadn't seen each other for more than a few hours thanks to his work schedule. He's lying in the dorms, texting you about mundane tasks when you throw out how much you miss him. He obviously misses you too, and says so. You ask him if he would like to see how much you miss him, and the sweet thing he is the undertone goes right over his head. He expects a picture of you maybe pouting, doing something you would typically do together by yourself.
When he opens it he's greeted by you, two fingers deep in your own cunt, pretty juices glistening in the dim lighting of your bedroom -- oh god is that his shirt you're wearing? He short circuits, literally just staring slack-jawed at the phone for god knows how long until one of his buddies comes in and starts poking fun at him. He slams the phone down, and he makes it home in record time. That was all the convincing he needed from you to record your (rather basic) sexual escapades.
Seth does not save the videos, ever. They're all in your text chain, pinned there for easy access, but he refuses to keep them in his album. Way too risky for him with his family and his coworkers and... well... knowing himself. They're really only there for you, he doesn't have any free time to watch them and get off. He does, however like watching them when he's alone in the dorms for the night. Just a nice reminder of what he'll be doing next time he sees you.
Like this one, where the camera is pointed down on him, red-faced and teary-eyed as you ride him like no tomorrow. His chest is littered with little purple love bites, and your fingers splay out across them as you roll your hips deliciously against him. He whimpers in the video, shying away from the camera. The hand on his chest reaches over to flick his already too-hard nipple, twisting it a little. A giggle bubbles out of your chest when he keens.
"You like it when I ride you, don't you Seth...?" You coo, tracing your fingers over to the other nipple to give it attention. He nods with a whine, biting back his moans. You pinch him harshly as punishment, "Use your words."
He sighs, humiliated at the degradation, but swallows his pride and responds, "Yes Mommy."
He grimaces at his own voice, quickly closing out of the video to find something a little less... vocal. He settles on one where the camera is pointed down, you're wearing pretty blue lingerie. In this one, he's between your legs, ears flattened back as he gives you little kitten licks to your sensitive bud. The rough texture of his tongue makes your legs twitch, nearly closing on him, but fighting themselves back open.
He looks up to the camera, or more so past it, to look at you just begging for approval. Your hand comes into the frame, rubbing at one of his ears encouragingly. He lights up, taking the sign as his chance to swallow you down. He dives in like a kitten into milk, slurping and sucking with your hand guiding his movements. Your little sighs of approval get his tail curling up in the air behind him. Your little happy kitty, servicing you like the queen you are. “Good boy~” You coo so sweetly, and his tail twitches excitedly behind him.
He smiles fondly at the phone, was it weird to find it more cute than hot. Maybe he was too lovestruck. It didn't matter too much to him as he found one that you had favorited in the chat. He... didn't remember this one at all from the thumbnail, it got him curious.
The first thing he's greeted by is you face down in the sheets, his pale hand pushing your head into the pillows. Then he hears the wet slapping of skin, the camera following down to show where he was fucking you from behind. His entire abdomen is literally shimmering with a mix of your and his cum, the sticky white substance quite literally all over your back and his hands now that he was looking.
This was... he can't believe he had the mental capacity to think to record himself fucking you during his heat. His cock stirs in his pants, but he's too curious to stop watching before he screws himself over too much. The camera shifts as he leans over you, giving it a perfect view as he bites into the back of your neck. Your face is stained with tears, and your mouth is wide open with pleasure -- no sound escaped though, and Seth realizes that he'd fucked your throat raw in this video.
"Gonna fuck you full of my kits, wanna make you a real Mommy. That's okay, right? You wanna have my babies too don't you?" his rough voice mumbles into your skin, and you only nod in response, too fucked out to really do anything else.
He thinks the video will end there, but instead, the camera pulls up again as Seth pulls out. A broken, muted wail leaves you at the loss, but Seth ignores it in favor of recording your used pussy. Globs of cum leak out of it, down your thighs, and Seth's nimble fingers scoop it up and shove it back inside like in a trance. He clicks his phone off at that, way too flustered at the sight.
A frustrated sigh leaves his lips as he falls back into the uncomfortable bedding of the dorm. Great, now he was rock-hard and had no way of getting off. He had work in two hours, but there was no way he'd be getting any sleep like this. He frowns at his lock screen, a picture of the two of you together. You wouldn't mind if he came home and interrupted your rest that much, would you?
lighter lorenz x reader — 2.8k — mdni
summary: it’s reciprocal - lighter helps out with your car, you fuck him in the back seat. everybody wins.
content: unprotected sex, forgetting to pull out, creampie, titsucking, hair pulling, brief mention of fisting.
You're running out of excuses.
You had traded favors and supplies for car maintenance for months now. Strictly business, at first, but the aimless teasing had quickly evolved into flirting, and the flirting had rapidly shifted to something more physical. Soon, your car became plagued with all kinds of problems, both real and imagined. Lighter had even let you get away with asking him to change your tail light. He didn’t even seem to realize what you were up to - not at first, anyway.
In reality, Lighter's had you figured out ever since you called him to check your tire pressure. You don't really need his help for most of this stuff, but he puts on a good show when he spreads his tools out in your garage. Your eyes always drift to his biceps when he hefts up the hood of your car. He braces a hand against the side, leans his weight into it, and you're torn between gawking at the way he peers down at the guts of your car, appraising, or the way his ass is squeezed into those jeans, hips cocked, heavy boots tapping against the garage floor.
It usually ended up in the backseat of your car -- or on the hood, or pressed up against the side. You had started stashing condoms in the center console.
“Need me to change your oil?" He offers one day, cutting off the way you're grasping at straws, floundering to keep him on the line. "It's about time."
Was it? You didn't know. You assumed he didn't either, figured he'd show up, check the mileage, and shake his head. Not quite time yet - but that's all right. He already came over, so he can find something else to work on.
But when he rolls up to your place he's got oil and a catch pan in hand. His jacket is discarded on the back of his bike, leaving him squeezed into a white tank top. He pats your arm as he walks by, eyes gleaming behind his sunglasses. Your surprise clearly delights him.
You plop into the back seat while he works, peppering him with offers for his service. Faint guilt swirls in your gut. You hadn't expected him to actually work on your car today. You could pick up his groceries when you ran into town, or help the Sons out with planning for Settlement Days. Each offer was barely considered, dismissed by a muffled ‘nah’.
It turns out the benefits of hooking up with Lighter include free car maintenance.
“You're all set,” Lighter says, slapping his hands against his thighs as he stands. He rounds your car to tower over you where you sit. Your legs swing, hanging off the edge, scuffing against the floor.
You spread your legs for him to step between — force of habit. Can't help but spread ‘em when Lighter steps up like that, when his hands brace against the top of your car and he sways down. He steps between your legs, nudging your knees wider with a powerful thigh.
“How am I going to pay you back?” You sigh dramatically, stifling a giggle. Lighter pretends to think for all of three seconds.
“A kiss?”
“That's all?”
“You're right. Two kisses.”
You grin. You can do better than that. You grab the front of his shirt and tug him down. He ducks past the door, laying you back against the seat. His kiss is languid, smiling against your lips as you laugh. You pull back to take his sunglasses off, noses bumping. You fold them closed and set them in the front seat, half-sitting up to reach.
Lighter takes advantage of the way you stretch, the column of your throat bared to him, ripe for his kisses to darken you skin. He sucks a mark beneath your jaw as you lay back into the seat. His hand slip up your shirt, palms lighting a warm path against your skin.
You roll up off of the seat, tits pressing into his chest. Lighter rolls your shirt up, separating from your neck briefly to fling your shirt outside of the car. His body covers your again, pressing you back to the seat. His scent, earthy and mouthwatering, infused with a tinge of oil and sweat, blankets you as he noses against the hollow of your throat.
You flip open the center console, searching sightlessly for a condom. Lighter works your bra off to paw at your tits, taking a moment to appreciate the weight in his palm before he latches on and sucks. His teeth scrape against your hardened nipple and you keen, back arching, pressing his face deeper into your breasts.
"Fuck - relax. Milk's not gonna come out," you grumble, free hand fisting tightly in his hair.
Lighter moans. He pops off one tit, dropping a sloppy kiss to the valley between your breasts. His knee slides up firmly against your pussy, grinding against you until you catch onto his rhythm and do it yourself. He's got that smug look on his face when he licks up your other, neglected breast, tongue lapping at your skin but lips never sealing around you.
You tug at his hair. Another moan, louder, more whiny. Your clit pulses against the seam of your jeans, and he finally commits to sucking your tits again.
Christ, you've got to find that fucking condom.
You sift through old receipts and miscellaneous bits and bobs blindly, struggling to find that elusive, crinkly little square. Lighter's hands slide down your sides, squeezing the dough of your hips tightly. He flicks the button of your jeans open, drawing his leg back to wiggle your pants halfway down your thighs. He palms your cunt through your panties and whines again, tremulous and pitiful.
"I'm so damn hard," Lighter groans. He drops his forehead against your collar bone, warm breath puffing against your skin. A searing heat blooms in your belly.
“Do you have a condom?” You blurt out. You can’t keep fumbling around like this - you need him now.
Lighter’s hand squeezes you, middle finger trailing against your clothed slit. He keeps one hand stroking your pussy while the other reaches behind him, patting the pockets of his jeans. He swears under his breath. His finger taps just over your clit - using your pussy like a damn fidget.
“I’ll pull out.” That’s his genius solution.
You should say no. You should offer to blow him, or let him fuck your tits, or anything other than the tried and true pull out method, but Lighter dips his fingers beneath your panties, presses the pad of his thumb against your clit and rolls. Sparks ignite in your veins. His finger teases your entrance. He only has to press gently into your before your greedy cunt tries to pull him deeper.
You grit your teeth. The promise of more makes you whine. Fingers won’t be enough. He could take his time finger fucking you open until he could fist you and it still wouldn’t be enough. You need his cock and you need it now.
“Okay,” you breathe out, face warming. You shouldn’t be agreeing to this. Even Lighter seems surprised. He picks his head up from your chest to meet your eyes, brows arched. You melt under his watch, body puddling against the seat. You roll your hips. His thumb stays steady against your clit, lets you roll yourself against his hand.
If he wants to ask if you’re sure, he loses the will when you squeeze around his finger.
He’s got more patience than you. Lighter presses kisses along your jaw, murmuring “okay,” as he slips down your body. He nips at your neck while his finger strokes through your soaked cunt. You try to spread you legs wider, to accommodate the fit of his hips, but your knees are trapped by your jeans, still hanging on for dear life.
You kick your foot and whine, your pants flapping comically. Lighter laughs. He struggles to pull them down further with just one hand.
“Hold still,” he murmurs, shifting awkwardly in the cramped back seat. His chest presses against yours, pinning you down with his weight. In the tight space, it’s impossible to escape his scent, his warmth, the hand toying with your pussy instead of shucking your pants off, winding you up.
You squirm beneath him, barely able to move. His laugh pools from his chest and into your.
“So fun to play with.” His voice is a rumble next to your ear. Your body tenses, skin feeling tight, flushed, stretched thin in anticipation.
“Hurry up,” you whine, jolting your hips up against his. He sucks a breath through his teeth.
It’s a heated blur. His hand withdraws from your pussy. He struggles with his belt long enough for you to wedge a hand between your bodies and try to help. It's finally open, his zipper barely down before you're shoving your hand into his pants to palm him.
He pushes your wrist away gently to pull himself free. The thought of taking him into your mouth makes drool pool in your mouth. You swallows thickly, swollen lips pouting. Eyes on the prize.
“Whatcha want?” Lighter leans back, his back hunched awkwardly in the small space of the back seat. He strokes himself slowly, his eyes fixed on your cunt.
“I want you shut the fuck up and fuck me.”
He taps the head of his dick against your clit, eyes lingering on the way he bounces it off your body, the way your thighs tense. Your struggle to stay still is plain as day in close quarters. Lighter grips the base of his thick cock. He slides himself through your folds, glistening tip nudging against your clit, each pass making you clench around nothing.
“Please,” you whine, smacking your head back against the seat. Your hands grip his biceps, nails biting into his skin.
He doesn't give you a chance to beg again. The fat head of his cock glides snugly into your pussy, the first inch frictionless and squelching. His fat cock catches, the stretch enough to make your breath sutter. Lighter plants a hand by your head, fingers dimpling the cushion. He pulls out, fucking himself deeper.
His forehead drops against your breast, chest near heaving. Lighter's hips stutter - barely restraining the desire to pound you into the carseat.
“You feel so fucking good,” he moans. He grinds into you, thick cock dragging against your walls, each roll of his hips sucking him in deeper and deeper until you can feel him in your stomach.
Your voice is caught in your throat, toes curling, knees pressing in, pussy trying to lock him in. You squeeze around him again and again, pulsing. Lighter bottoms out with one last, powerful roll of his hips, his restraint slipping, shuffling you up against the seats. Your cry out, pushing him back only to tug him closer, his face suffocated in your tits.
His hand slips down your spine, finding the small of your back. He angles your hips up, cock battering perfectly against a spot that has you crying out at each thrust, nails streaking red line against his biceps.
"Shit— shit," he pants, face buried into the junction of your neck, hips pinning you to the seat.
Lighter’s hips rabbit into you, fucking you hard and quick, lost in the feel of your gummy walls.
“Never going back to fucking condoms,” Lighter puffs out. Every thrust presses him against your clit. Tears prick at your eyes. Your mind blanks. You babble something incoherent in response. Your hand wedges between your body, rubbing frantically against your clit. “Feels so good. Not gonna last– fuck!”
Your dripping pussy has him in a vice grip, spasming as his hips drive into you again, again, again. Stars explode behind your eyes, fingertips clenching, chest too tight. His hips pin your hand against your clit. He doesn't draw back fully again, drags his fat cock hard and languid against the same spot over and over until all that tension unspools and the warmth spills over into your veins, onto his cock, coating your seats.
Lighter fucks you through it, voice pitching higher as his thrusts get sloppier, more desperate. He grumbles promises into your skin – gonna buy your birth control, baby, don't make me squeeze into a condom again, you feel too fucking good, holy shit, fuck, cumming—
You're already half-way to bonelessness, riding out the current of pleasure churns in you, when he floods your pussy with his cum. Spurt after spurt of his thick seed splatters against your walls. Your stomach flutters, eyes glazed.
Lighter's hips pump and sputter, staggered and stuttering, fucking his cum deeper into you. He leans his weight against you fully, muscled body pressing the breath from you. You don't know how you could be closer than this but you crave it, crave him, need more, need this to be unending.
Gradually, his hips slow. He comes down from his high, the whine in his voice pitching back to gravel. His cheek rests against your shoulder, hands flexing against your skin. You pet his hair idly, eyes shut, soaking in the bliss and the closeness.
His cock softens in your puffy walls, but his muscles tense with a sudden realization.
“Shit– I'm sorry,” he says in a rush, picking his head up to look at you. You only hum, confused, barely cracking an eye open. “I– inside. I didn't mean to–”
Oh. Ohh, fuck.
You swear quietly beneath your breath. Your teeth catch your lip, worrying it for a moment – but as fucked out as you are, brain still melted, it's difficult to muster panic.
You stroke his hair firmer, trying to urge him to lay back against you. His strength is evident in that moment when he resists your pull. The restraint in his touch is clear - and the threat of his strength has your aching clit twinging painfully. You were going to have to unpack that later.
“Lighter - it's fine,” you say. “I'll go to town later.”
“I'll drive you.” His tone brooks no argument. He pulls himself away from you, and the cold prickles against your flushed skin. You can't help but feel lost when he pulls himself out of you, pussy throbbing for the stretch of his cock - missing him already.
He tucks himself into his pants again, not bothering to zip back up. He bends, the curve of his tight ass on display. You sigh dreamily - nearly forget to react when he tosses you your discarded shirt back.
Lighter holds up a finger, chest still heaving and flushed, fluffy hair matted to his forehead with swear. He disappears from view, rattling around in your garage out of sight, before he comes back with a rag in hand.
"We should do this in a bed," you say, accepting the rag Lighter passes you. You inspect it carefully. No oil, no dirt - good enough for you.
"I think I can get a truck for an evening."
"What? No," You laugh. "Like a bed bed. With pillows, and blankets."
Lighter keeps his back turned to you, arms pausing mid-stretch. He rolls his shoulder, fluffs his hair - takes his sweet time turning back to face you.
Your stomach churns. Fuck. That was too much too quick. Sure, he just came inside you, but you were going to scare him off like this. He wasn't going to help you air up your tires ever again, much less fuck you–
"I can put pillows and blankets in a truck bed," he points out.
You huff a laugh, shaking your head. “I guess that's better than nothing.”
Lighter's lips quirk into a smile. He ducks back into the car, tapping your hip. You scoot back to make room for him. He lifts his arm, expecting you to curl up against his side.
“I'll drive you out for the sunset.”
“The sunset?” You repeat skeptically. You hadn't expected something so… sweet.
Lighter shrugs you closer. He tugs at a lock of your hair, teasing.
“Or for stargazing,” he counters, a hint of desperation sneaking in, cracking past his suave performance. “Whichever.”
You study him for a moment. He feels so unguarded in this moment, without the vestiges of the champion. He's just Lighter in this moment - just the man who fucked your brains out in the back of your car, who was at your beck and call for every stupid excuse you could conjure up just to see him.
“Both,” you decide. You nestle your cheek against his shoulder, eyes slipping shut. “If we stay long enough, we can do both.”
A guaranteed, precious few hours with him all to yourself. Your stomach squirms. You blame it on the feeling of his cum slipping out of you, pretend that your affection isn't burning you up from the inside.
Lighter shifts to kiss he crown of your head. His hand trails a lazy path against your arm, fingers warm, comfortable against your skin, his touch so different from the way he had pressed against you moments before.
One of these days you were going to get this man into a proper goddamn bed, but you'd settle for malapropisms until the time came.
Having accessories on that jingle while you have sex with him makes him develop a pavlovian response, now every time your jewelry makes noise, he can't help how fast he pops a boner.
Manato's ears and tails stiffen in place as he feels his pants tighten, he can't meet your eyes, even that reminds him of how hot you looked while you were sucking him off, face beet red while you poke him for answers. Because of his ears, he picks up the jingling of your jewelry even more intensely, bouncing his leg up and down as you're telling Yuzuha some sort of story, he can't focus on anything but how good your lips look right now and how good they looked stretched around his dick. He does his best to not show it, fails, and hugs you from behind to make you feel how badly he wants you.
Lycaon coughs to clear up his mind and focus, you're telling him about a new café that opened up, has delicious menus and— god his ears can't stop twitching, his tail barely staying in place as you keep making excited movements with your body, the sound flashing a memory of you clinging to his neck desperately as he fucked your brains out on your bed, your clothes torn off and your body covered in claw marks, you looked so— he blinks himself out of the thought before it gets worse, but you do notice his tail wagging way too hard, and how tense he is the whole day.
Hugo's smile twitches as he's sitting with you on your bed, you're playing some sort of adventure game with your switch and those damn bracelets won't stop jingling. Just like how the sound made it even more erotic while you were stroking him off after you just gave him a blowjob, his moans had become so pathetic, he melted under your touch, let himself be vulnerable like he never dared to before as you kept stroking him with that punishing pace and— he's pulled out of his thoughts as you cheer for yourself, you finally beat that boss. His hands slowly circle your waist as he buries his head on the juncture of your neck, "Mmm, will you pay attention to me now?"
Lighter can't focus, you're showing him two different graphic t-shirts, you two had been out shopping when it just hit him. The way you're explaining how good both of the t-shirts look as you shove them into his face, the way your necklace keeps dangling— like how it was hovering over his face as you were riding him, your hands squeezing his pecs as you slammed your hips down on his thick cock, his head spinning as he grunts your name and digs his nails into your thigh to keep himself from losing himself in you— he coughs into the back of his hand, at your confused look he just shakes his head a little, "I'll get both of them for you."
Harumasa's hold on your hand tightens out of nowhere as you were running to the new ice cream store that just opened up, you turned to look at him— his face is beet red, refusing to make eye contact with you. The jingle of your bracelets as you were skipping around, holding his hand, is much too reminiscent of the sound the same bracelets made as he was fucking into you on his bed just yesterday. Your hands had circled around his neck, your nails, and bracelets digging into his skin as he watched you come undone just from his dick pounding into you, burying his cum deep inside as he finishes with your name spilling from his lips with a high-pitched whine, you looked so gorgeous then— "Harumasa! I'm asking you what you want to order!" you huffed, he blinked as your voice cut through the flash of memory, his other hand went to his throat out of nervous habit, his blush spreading to his ears and neck, "Yeah… yeah just order whatever you'd like for me, I don't mind."
in which you accidentally send your nudes to lighter, and he definitely feels completely normal about it
a/n: pls excuse the random letters that refuse to italicise, tumblr post editor hates me.
notes: lighter x fem!reader (reader wears lingerie + one mention of boobs, otherwise pretty gn), mature (MDNI!!!), nudes (duh), mentions of rough sex, mentions of light bondage, kinda accidental voyeurism ig?
wc: 1.1k
Y/N:
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what do you think?
A small smile makes its way onto Lighter's face when he saw your name pop up on his phone. Normally, he'd force it away - didn't exactly need people asking who had the Red Scarf grinning at his phone like that - but you'd caught him alone for once, resting on his bed after a long day. So he let himself smile, wondering what you'd sent him this time as he unlocked his phone - maybe pretty photos of the sky, or you were struggling to choose a drink at the convenience store, or you'd impulsively rearranged your room again. Corny as it was, it always made his heart skip a beat that it was him you thought of in those mundane little moments-
His heart skipped a different kind of beat when he opened your message.
Two mirror selfies, one facing forward, one in which you stretched to show your back. In both, you wore nothing but a gorgeous lingerie set, shocking red in lace and satin, a bra and panties and a sinful little garter belt...
In an instant, Lighter's thoughts were spiralling with questions and perverted fantasies. Why on earth were you sending him that? Not that he was complaining - he'd imagined you without your clothes more times than he cared to admit, and this was somehow better than any of his daydreams. Did Knock-Knock send screenshot notifications? Were these photos an invitation? A single word from you and he'd be there - he could fuck you right in front of that mirror, watch the bounce of your pretty ass and the way he'd make your eyes roll at the same time. A quick search told him that no, Knock-Knock didn't send screenshot notifications. Two clicks and the images were in his camera roll, quick future access to his personal slice of heaven. Shit, the red of that lingerie was basically the same shade as his scarf. Had you done that on purpose? You'd look so good in just that set and the scarf around your neck. Or he could tie it around your wrists, keep your hands attached to the bed as he pounded you into the mattress. Fuck, he should probably respond. What was he meant to say? Should he tell you what he was thinking about? That he was imagining taking you from behind, those crimson panties pulled to the side, no way he'd take them off when you'd dressed up so pretty for him-
Y/N:
HOLY SHIT
WRONG PERSON I'M SO SORRY
Okay. Maybe not for him.
For the second time in as many minutes, you sent Lighter's thoughts spiralling. Who did you intend to send those photos to if not him? Not that he expected you to send him raunchy photos, but he didn't think you were seeing anyone. He liked to think you'd have told him, even if it wasn't serious. Had he overestimated how close you were? Or was there some other reason - did you not think he'd approve? Well, not that Lighter would truly approve of any partner that wasn't himself, but you didn't know that. As long as they treated you well, he would be happy for you. Did they not treat you well? The mere thought had him clenching his fists with the sudden desire to throttle someone. And the tent in his pants wasn't exactly helping him clear his head, especially when the beautiful cause for it was still on his screen. And the intended recipient of those photos was the nameless, faceless mystery he was in the mood to throttle.
Crap. He still hadn't responded to you. You probably thought he'd left you on read.
Y/N:
i meant to ask lucy for advice on the set
ur names are next to each other
i'm so sorry again, u did not need to see that
Right. Lucy often gave you advice on clothes - on the times you joined him in the city, you were constantly texting her pictures of clothes you saw in shop windows, wondering if you should buy them. And it made sense - the fact he got a full view of your body between the two photos was just a heavenly side effect of you trying to show both sides of the set. This didn't mean there wasn't someone else in mind with the lingerie, but at least you hadn't meant to send those photos to some asshole who you couldn't even tell him about.
But, more pressingly, he still had to respond. You'd sent Lighter six messages now, and he'd opened them immediately and not said anything the whole time. Not even typing. Just staring at the photos of your boobs like the lovestruck, horny idiot he was. He told himself to get a grip.
He had to be chill about it. He could tell you were freaking out a little on the other end of the phone - he just had to let you know it was okay, that you hadn't made anything weird. Without any hints to the fact he was picturing every possible dirty scenario that involved you, him and that pretty lace.
you're all good, don't stress about it
Shit. That came out way too dismissive. He should have addressed the situation more. Or would that be weird? Lighter was struck by the realisation that, for maybe the first time ever, he had no idea what to say to you. Words always flowed with you, even when you had his heart thumping in his chest; conversation had always been as easy as breathing. Though, to be totally fair, this whole situation was making breathing a bit more difficult too.
Y/N:
thank u T^T this is so embarrassing fr
The message had served its purpose, at least. The two of you could move on with your lives. But there was still that itch he couldn't scratch; the guilt of enjoying the accident so much without you knowing, coupled with a desperate feeling that an opportunity was passing him by.
Lighter's fingers were flying across the keyboard in an instant, lurid compliments backspaced and overcorrected with praise that was far too chaste for the situation, then back in the other direction. He couldn't exactly tell you that he was thinking about fucking you so hard you'd leave scratches down his back the same beautiful scarlet as your bra, but calling pictures like that 'cute' would probably be insulting. The respectful balance he was looking for seemed just out of reach.
Eventually, he settled on something, finger hovering over the send button a little too long until he muttered a quick "fuck it", sending the message before the inevitable panic could set in.
if it's not weird to say, you look gorgeous in it
bonus!!
lighter's the kind of guy to send a risky text and immediately throw his phone into a river bc he got nervous abt how you'd respond
warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, slight yandere tendencies, marking
listen,,, listen i don’t play zzz but i cannot stop thinking about unreasonably jealous seth—who has never had anything of his own, just his, ever, until you; who won’t dare to let anyone or anything take you away from him—fucking you into his mattress ass up face down, his pillow smothering your pretty, pretty sounds, his fingers burying his name in blooming little splotches of blue as his fingers flex and dig further into the flesh of your hips, his teeth sinking into the nape of your neck as he cums, growling out ‘mine, mine, mine’ in hot, sticky breaths.
his tongue is laving over the wounds in slow, thick, hard strokes, sopping up the weeping blood and sealing the bites with his scent—so every thiren knows you’re taken, so every thiren knows you belong to him.
jealousy turns him into something possessive, something obsessive, something compulsive, has him instinctively leaving marks all over your fucking body as a warning to others, staining his claim across your flesh with his teeth and tongue.
he needs you doused in him at all times, drenched in his smell and his spit, tiny tufts of silver hair clinging to your tights as his drooled out saliva dries hard and dense over your skin, matting your cute downy human hair in a single neat direction. he wants you fucking reeking of him, wants to be a constant in the mind of anyone within your general vicinity, a caution to stay the heck away. he has to prove to anyone and everyone that you are, and will always be, his, forever.
