Tohma called you to discuss a personal matter, and you secretly met in the vault
Contents: afab fem reader, fingering, piv, wall sex, cream pie, tiny fluff at the end
Smut blow the cut, Minors shoo!
You were just leaving dinner when your phone went off. It's always unsettling to get a message when you aren't expecting one, mostly because it's some level of someone needing something. You sigh and check who it's from. Huh. That's strange. Tohma almost never contacts you, especially when you aren't actively working on a case with Frostheim.
"Y/n, I have a matter of a sensitive nature to discuss with you."
"Is everything ok? What's the matter?"
"As I have said, it is sensitive. I would appreciate your discretion."
"Oh, okay. When do you want me to come over?"
"Immediately, if possible. Otherwise, as soon as you have time."
"I just need to go to my dorm for a few minutes, but I can head straight over after. Is that okay?"
"Yes. Meet me in the vault. Again, I would appreciate it if you were discreet."
"I'll be there soon."
You headed straight to the vault, and thankfully didn't see a single person along the way. The vault always makes your stomach flutter, no matter how many times you go down there. It's so far removed from everything else, and you have yet to shake how unnerved you were on your first visit.
You push the heavy door open and call a timid "hello" into the echoing space.
"Ah, Y/n, perfect timing. The tea has just finished. Please lock the door." You gave him a questioning look, and he told you it was to ensure that no one walked in on your conversation. You nodded and warily locked the door, though you couldn't deny that being locked in with him, alone, gave you a thrill and made your heat jolt ever so slightly.
Tohma invited you to sit at the chess table while he finished adding honey and milk, just the way you like it, and settled in the seat across from you. "Please, take the first move," he said with an odd smile before taking a sip of his tea. He's being kinda.... weird. You moved your pawn two spaces forward, just the way he had taught you, and looked up to see him watching you with a soft look. You smiled awkwardly and took a sip of your tea. Your face was prickling with heat under the weight of his gaze.
"So... what did you want to talk to me about?"
"In due time. It's your move." Another odd smile.
You hummed and looked over the board, trying to choose your next move while he continued watching you. In an effort to diffuse the tension, you tried to strike up a conversation. Nothing special, just small talk. Several minutes of taking turns of small talk passed, and you were starting to feel calmer. You looked down, trying to decide your next move when he spoke softly.
"I can see why the king likes you." His eyes were soft when you looked up at him. You were stunned by his words, but you couldn't stop the heat from creeping up your face. "I don't understand," you mumbled, "But I think I should probably g-go." Your lips trembled and your core clenched and grew wet, but you knew that you shouldn't do what your impulses were screaming for you to do.
He stood when you did, and started walking towards you. You were trying to back away, but his strides were far longer and he kept closing the distance. You shivered when your back bumped into the wall and he stood just inches from you. In a single fluid movement he grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them above your head with one of his large hands. With his other, he cupped your cheek and turned your face upward. He held your eyes, the light blue sparkling and gentle, and pressed his lips to yours with a soft sigh.
Your resolve to control your impulses vanished in that second. You stood up on your toes and leaned into his lips, a soft moan escaping you. He gasped and pressed his body tight against yours, revealing that he was already completely hard. He opened his mouth slightly in another gasp, and you took advantage of the opportunity to slip your tongue past his lips, gliding it over the tip of his. He made the softest groaning sound and ground himself on your stomach. He ran his shaking fingertips down your body and slipped them up under your skirt.
"This stays between us," he panted against your neck, fingers slipping under the thin cotton of your panties. "Yes," you murmured as his fingers immediately found your soft spot and began rubbing nearly frantic, but still light, circles on it. "F-fuck," you whispered on his lips. Your heart felt like it was going to explode from your chest with each circle, and every time he ground against you, making you keenly aware that, not only is he rock hard, he's big. Apparently frustrated with your panties impeding his movement, he hooked a finger in the waistband and pulled them down. You kicked them to the side and re-positioned your leg so he could get better access.
Without skipping a beat, he sunk two fingers into you and used the heel of his hand to keep rubbing your clit as he fucked you on them. You were already seeing stars, and the heat that he was building in your pussy was threatening to explode at any time. "Tohma- so good- fuck" you panted between moans and frenzied kisses. He smiled on your lips and curled his fingers forward more. The increased pressure was all it took the burst the dam.
If it hadn't been for the wall behind you, you would have thrown your head back as the explosions rocked from clenching pussy. Every time he rocked his hand, another explosion bloomed and spread through your entire body. Every muscle in your being clenched and shook as each wave passed through you. Despite the room being chilly, a light sweat had dampened your skin, making it prickle all over. The lights and flashes were starting to slow, and you were returning to earth.
"I have to have you," he whispered thickly, pressing himself against you again and grinding his cock on your stomach. "God, yes," you whined. He released your wrists and grabbed you under your hips, sliding you up the wall. You reflexively wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He continued holding you under one hip, but pushed the leg the he had let go of up to your chest. Now unobstructed, he used his free hand to line himself up with your entrance.
He was fully bottomed out in just a few strokes. It hurt as he stretched you, but it felt so good to finally have him inside that you didn't care. He pressed his forehead to yours and pushed deep, grinding thrusts. "I have wanted you for so long," he panted, "Everything about you stirs something deep in me." You cried out loudly, confessing that you have felt the same way since shortly after you met. He moaned from deep in his throat, and started fucking you harder and faster. He was hitting your soft spots with every move, and your cries were getting louder.
"Into my shoulder. Sounds into my shoulder," he groaned, "Just between us." You buried your face in his neck, peppering it with kisses and light bites. "No marks." You moaned sharply into his shoulder when the sound of skin slapping started reporting each thrust. You pulled him tight in your arms, cradling the back of his head as you crashed your lips into his. Your moans were starting to resemble screams, controlled only by his kiss. The fuse on the dynamite had been lit. You buried your face in the crook of his neck after the screams that were tearing their way out couldn't be held back by his lips.
The explosion wiped the world away, and the only things that existed were the two of you and the electric pulses crackling over every inch of your body. Your ears were ringing slightly, and your nails dug into the back of his head and uniform. You had tunnel vision, and Tohma was all you could see. His eyes were rolled slightly back, when he suddenly buried his face into the crook of your neck and stifled a throaty yell of his own. His hips shuddered and his fingers sunk into the soft flesh of your own.
As the your orgasms had run their course, with you still pinned to the wall and him still inside, you kissed tenderly and you ran your fingers gently through his hair. He sighed deeply and pressed his forehead to yours.
"We will have to be discreet, but I want to see you again. Preferably somewhere more comfortable," he said with a huffed laugh at the end.
"I'd like that, too. My room, if you can get away?"
"To be with you, and have you to myself? I'll find a way."
@treesaap I feel like u deserve a million and THREE thank youâs this time because a nice lil chat abt MC and Jo turned into a furiously sketched idea and now? Ehehehh
I said I would post today, and I managed to finish it in time! Yippee!
Hope yâall like :3 I for one am so pleasantly surprised with how the male side came out frfrâ
a/n: hi hi, sweets! đŤśđť this was actually one of the very first smut fics I wrote for this blog, lmao. my ovulation brain decided it was a good idea, so I just went with it đ also, I can't help but picture Leo barging in ... â¨ď¸ or maybe hearing everything and secretly filming it? đ oh, the possibilities, the possibilities đ¤ | reblogs & comments are always appreciated! xx
â.đ Ě content note: fem!reader, friends with mutual attraction, p in v, praise, backshots lmao, semi-public setting (food truck)
A thin line of drool drips from the edge of your mouth onto the counter of Shoâs food truck. But it isnât because of his delicious chicken over rice or some other tasty meal the white-haired man regularly prepares âŚ
âSh-sho! Hnngh âŚ!â
He has you bent over the counter, skirt pooling obscenely at your waist. Your leg hooked meanly over the marbled surface, he pounds into you so deeply the air gets knocked out of your chest. Lewd noises echo through the room. If you werenât so wrecked already, you would be concerned anyone could hear.
Guttural moans escape Shoâs throat. âShit, if Iâd known youâd let me do this, Iâd have fucked you earlier. Dreamt of this pussy from the first moment I saw you, pretty girl.â
You whine, face burning, clinging desperately onto the counter like a lifeline. If Sho werenât holding you, you would slip to the ground completely boneless.
You never thought he could be like this. Yes, he was in Vagastrom, but from the first day you visited Highway To Home, he was always polite. Friendly even. Offered you free meals, smiles and winks. So you didnât think any of it and started frequenting his food truck more often until it became a daily routine. You thought you two were friends. Nothing more, nothing less. Until the day he promised to show you how to cook Massaman curry after classes. While stirring the sauce, clumsy as you were, you got your skirt dirty, which led to Sho helping you clean it with a cloth. A little accident. A few seconds until the problem would have been solved, and you would continue cooking like nothing happened. Exceptâsomething did happen.
Practically kneeling before you and wiping the cloth over your skirt, Sho suddenly paused. Mid-motion, he became aware of your long legs, the way the hem of your skirt highlighted your thighs. The faint, sweet scent of your perfume enveloped him, his pulse quickening. An all-too-familiar warmth spread through his groin, the bulge straining against his pants. Shit.
He looked up at you, a glint in those deep blue eyes that made you gulp and let heat pool between your legs. âHuh? Whatâs up?â Your voice trembled as the shift of mood in the cramped space sank in. He was so close.
Sho straightened up, clearing his throat. A faint blush crept on his cheeks, his gaze darting away. âI know I sound fucking stupid right now, but âŚâ He hesitated and scratched the back of his head, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. You couldnât remember seeing the usual teasing man so insecure before.
The second he looked at you again, your breath hitched. A sliver of desire lingered in his eyes, causing them to darken. Another beat. âI need to ⌠I need you.â
âWhat?â Before your brain had been able to catch up, he already pressed his lips on yours, hurried and demanding. His hands flew to your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your heart skipped a beat, mind spinning at his obvious need, your senses dulled by his scentâan alluring mix of fresh soap and tangy spices.
When he parted your lips with his tongue, a small sigh escaped you. You cradled his face and opened your mouth for him, hot tongues dancing with each other.
ââm sorry âŚâ He panted between kisses, chest heaving. âI should have ⌠asked you beforehand.â
âN-no, itâs alright ⌠I want it.â With a racing heart and flushed cheeks, your hands raked over his chest and pulled off his apron.
It wasnât like you hadnât thought about him like thatâin secret, fleeting half-asleep thoughts at night. Of course you had. Sho was handsome, probably even more than he realized.
âYeah?â He pulled back slightly, studying your face like even in this heated moment, he wanted to make sure he didnât misunderstand you. When you nodded, his beautiful face split into a cocky grin. âFuck. Must be my lucky day, huh?â In one swift move, he brushed the kitchen utensils to the side and flipped you around, his hard length pressing into your ass.
And thatâs how you got here now, eyes watering, shameful moans escaping you, while the oh-so-friendly cook stuffs you like heâs afraid he wonât get a second chance.
âShiiit ⌠âm not gonna last long, babe.â He spreads your ass cheeks embarrassingly wide, watching his fat cock plunge effortlessly into your tight hole. âDidnât expect you to be soâhaaahâfucking wet. Feels even better than I imagined.â
You can only whimper in response, the knot in your stomach tightening. He grips your waist harder now, pistoning into you, drawing out whine after whine. You rock your hips back against him, eyelids fluttering every time his heavy balls slap against your clit.
âWant me toâmhmmmâfill you up, pretty girl?â Shoâs broken grunts sound like sandpaper over wood, setting your body alight.
âYes, please!â
He chuckles and groans at the same time. âGod ⌠gonna fill you up so good, babe.â
And then, with one last deliberate thrust, his cock twitches inside you, coating your needy cunt in hot stripes.
Your eyes roll back in your head when you finally clench around him, gripping him like a vice. âHnngh ⌠ah âŚ! Sho âŚâ You cum so hard your vision blurs, tongue lolling out without thinking.
Sho hisses, overstimulated by you squeezing him after heâd already found release. But he doesnât pull out, determined to feel you, to prolong the blissful satisfaction. Youâre both panting and sweating, hearts racing in unison.
After you calm down, he kisses your neck and slips out, dragging along your sensitive walls and eliciting a small cry from you. With a heavy gulp, you try to steady yourself on your feet. While you straighten your crumpled skirt, Sho pulls up his pants and adjusts his headband.
Red-faced, you both take in the mess you left behind: your drool and slick on the counter, kitchen utensils littered across the floor, the burnt sauce in the pot. Looks like you have more than just your skirt to clean now ...
going back and forth about this.....but I gotta ask....cause i love to share....anybody want a list or playlist of all the smutty otome audio tracks that Subaru's VA has done? Especially some yandere ones? Because if so, I've got chu. đââď¸
I'll try to get as many of the VAs as I can, though, I doubt a majority of them have a track record as smutty as Suba's VA (if at all!). So yeah, let me know (in whichever you'd like). I'll get some links together that go to the Telegram app. đ
I need to kiss Jo and/or Jiro. Please. On my hands and knees. (Jo and/or Jiro x non binary reader flufff :3)
OR
Alternatively, silly little snapshot moments of the Kongoza siblings AU bonding and just being family(sibling chaos >:3c)
(I cannot choose one, so I am leaving that choice to youu)
Starry you went straight for the throat huh? While I could write Jiro or Jo x gn reader... You gave me the choice to write some kongoza sibs and you know I said I'd cry if you included my OCs in the requests. So enjoy your happy tear soaked post of the goofy blondes.
This au is with my OCs Prof Koyuu and Miharu as siblings to Jo
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"Mio, be honest, do you have a crush on my little sister?"
The clockwork artisan nearly spat his lunch out. "Jo- what... Why would you think that?! We're friends!" His shocked face was turning red.
"...You know that's not a very convincing answer." His captain stared him down across the kitchen counter.
A voice smooth as butter cut in, "Now Jo, is it really fair to spring that kinda question on the poor boy? You know he's sensitive."
Blue green eyes set on the man, "Elias. You have no room to talk. I'm pretty sure you've already tried your luck with both of my sisters."
"I would never." He crooned and gave a pitiful stare.
Mio cleared his throat, "Is that right? Cause Miha mentioned you calling her a little badger recently. And you usually only give nicknames to people you're interested in..."
The blond took in a sharp breath, "Elias I swear I will end you if I find out you've been trying to get with my baby sister!"
"Come on Mommy, you know you're the only woman for me~" His voice lowered and he grinned as both men blushed.
"Elias... This is not the time to be using that..."
Mio stood up, "I have jobs to get to."
"Aw, our sweet boy can't handle it when I start flirting with his Mommy in front of him."
Jo groaned, "You're impossible. Just don't go after them do you hear me?!"
"Would you feel better if you knew the professor already turned me down, again?" He added the final word as a last minute thought. "Can't blame me for prior attempts since I didn't know you were related."
"We look nearly identical... You know what, I don't have time to play your games today. Just do as I say and don't make any stupid comments." Pointing at Elias he left after Mio.
It was a short walk until he heard two familiar voices in an unused hall. His interest was piqued, a quick check confirmed he was right. There in the hall was Miharu, his precious baby sister who acted like she was the ghoul sibling here. And standing incredibly close to her was his vice captain, leaning in and laughing quietly.
He couldn't catch the conversation but the light touches on each other's arms and the warm giggles made him want to erupt in brotherly fury. Yes Mio is good. Too good sometimes. The ghouls of this house have all had experience with each other. If Mio wanted to leave that agreement that was fine but he would have to if he wanted to pursue her. The two parted ways and Miharu continued down the hall holding a small box.
Jo decided it would be better to pretend he didn't see this.
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If he had 100 yen for every time he said he wanted to kill Elias he would be funding his car repairs solo. The slimeball didn't listen very well. Tailing after the older sister like a lovesick highschool boy.
Koyuu would usually ignore him or verbally smack him down and leave. Instead she seemed to be allowing him her company. That didn't sit well with him. Jo knew it was wrong to spy on his sisters. But with what he's seeing he feels validated in his fear.
Is that... The building they're going into is a far shot from the main campus, a distance from nearly everything else. It's small and looks like a personal residence. Was this where Koyuu lived? And she was letting Elias of all people in?! When she hadn't even told her little siblings where it was yet?! Jo's brain felt like it was boiling. What were they doing? How long would they be in there?
Longer than what felt appropriate judging by how much time had passed by the clock on his phone. Elias finally exited the abode, wiping his face... And throwing a flirty look over his shoulder. Koyuu laughed? She fucking laughed?! And then she didn't leave the house herself. Jo wanted to scream. What the hell was going on around here?
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This tears it. Shion? Shion too? The man standing between the two blondes has his arms folded and seems to be engaging in a non destructive manner. It's starting to eat him up inside.
This is insane. Are his boys really this shallow? Would they actually leave him for a real woman that looks like him? He was torn, on one hand it had all been strictly physical. But on the other they had all grown so attached to the intimacy between them that it was hard to imagine their relationship without it. It was casual dammit! How did it end up like this?!
As his mind was spinning in circles he watched Miharu lay a heavy slap to Shion's ass causing him to freeze up. Koyuu's hand is on his shoulder instantly and the wrinkles of his vest and shirt show just how firmly she's holding him.
The younger blond waves and rushes away, leaving the eldest to deal with the issue she's caused. And by some miracle Shion stays calm, whatever Koyuu said did that. And when she too leaves the ghoul is left standing there for far longer than necessary. Once he heads towards his favorite place in the circus Jo slinks back to his office to try and make this make sense.
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It had been a week of this awkward stalking of his family and close friends, lovers, whatever you might call them. Maybe not anymore. He finished his paperwork and sat it in a bin to take to their advisor later. It was late enough that he needed to get started on dinner or Shion might cause a scene.
His walk to the kitchen was miserable, stuck in his own thoughts for too long with no distractions. It was quiet tonight... Too quiet actually. It raised alarm bells in his head and he sped up, hoping that maybe Shion wasn't on the loose already.
As he pushed the door open he was frozen in place. Streamers and confetti pelted him and rained down as he gaped at the display. Elias and Koyuu stood to the sides of the door holding the now empty confetti cannons, Mio and Miharu were sitting at the table with several delicious looking dishes laid out, and Shion was standing to the side with a long match lighting something on the counter behind them.
Jo blinked slowly, "...What's going on?"
"Are you serious?!" Miharu sighed, "You're telling me you forgot?"
Koyuu shook her head, "You owe me 500 yen Pratt."
He clicked his tongue, "I was so sure he would remember."
Mio shrugged, "It happens. We all forget sometimes."
Turning around Shion held a small platter with a cake on it, all the candles lit and a few sparking as he sat it on the tall tray in the center of the table. "Who forgets their own birthday?"
Jo's brain restarted, "Have... Have you all been planning this?"
"Uh yeah? You think we just telepathically sent each other the plan or something?" The smaller blonde frowned, "Hey... Are you okay?"
He laughed softly, the sound a bit wet as he let his head drop.
Koyuu dropped the tube and stepped closer, lifting his head to see his face. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"He's crying?!" Miharu launched herself up and over to his side, "Did someone upset you?! Where are they?!"
He choked out a little sob and hugged them both, "I'm fine. Just... really happy. I forgot it was today."
Mio glanced at Elias who had given both of the other boys a knowing look.
Koyuu wiped his eyes with her sleeve, "Clean yourself up. If you don't hurry Pratt and Genkai will eat all the cake. And this one too." She looked back at their younger sister.
"Hey! I would have saved him some!"
"Says the one who couldn't wait to lick the icing bowl clean."
Elias sighed, "The little badger wouldn't even share a spoon from it..."
"Hey, come on and blow out the candles. You don't want wax on your cake."
Jo relaxed and let himself be free of the concerns he'd been holding onto. This had to be the best birthday he'd ever had.
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"So Mommy, now that your sisters are gone, think you have time for one more gift?" Elias eyed the blond longingly.
Jo pouted, "You've got to stop using that. Seriously, it's getting to the point that I'm worried you're actually thinking about me as a mother figure."
Mio slid his chair closer and leaned against his side, cheeks flushed as he glanced away. "You're sweet and pretty and caring like one. You like it when I call you Mama don't you?"
Shion huffed and loomed over the back of Jo's chair, "And someone told us that our Mam has been feeling neglected."
The blond felt his face heat up. "Enough you three... You're making this weird..."
"Not even curious about your last gift darlin?" Elias stood now, taking Jo's hand. "Come on, follow us. We've got a whole night planned for you. Just you and us. One happy little family."
Shion's eyes lit up at the statement, "And we have no intention of letting you refuse this gift. We are your responsibility after all."
Mio clung to his side, "We've been trying to make you take a break for a while. It just took a lot of work to get me freed up too. But I promise that I'm all yours tonight. No work, no last minute jobs, phone off."
Jo swallowed, "You three are the neediest men I've ever met." With a sigh he let Elias lead him to his own room, but the smile never left his face.
He could rest easy, no thoughts for the rest of the night, just three eager men he loves dearly pressed tight against his body. Yeah, he was definitely overthinking things.
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Uh so this got the fuck away from me and became its own thing... I was planning for funny haha but... Well that didn't happen. Also I don't know when Jo's birthday is but fuck it surprise birthday party and Jo spiraling because he thinks he's gonna lose his partners. OTL
I feel like I didn't fulfill your request properly!! If you want to send another I'll do another one I just got so invested in this plot that it wouldn't let me stop
PS thank you for the reassurance lmao I'm paranoid after all those untagged fics triggering people.
Elias and corruption link please please please please please please
Didnât mean for this to take so long! I havenât forgotten you, just really wanted to do Elias justice >.< Heâs a sussy boi and this fits him perfectly. I didnât mean to make him borderline yandere (it isnât, heâs just a bit creepy and possessive, bcuz Elias o.o ) but its not too much. Hope it was worth the wait <3Â
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From the moment Elias first saw you, he could hardly take his eyes off you. Rumors circulated about the Honor Student, so he was able to recognize you even at first sight. You were cuter than they gave you credit for. Diligent, despite having to wrangle all of the ghouls at any given time. He soon wondered what you were like in your down time. The kinds of friends you made, what kind of life you had outside of Darkwick.Â
If a man like him could run through your mind like you ran through his. What made you tick. What it would take for him to coax different reactions from you. Would you be willing to let him taste your sweetness, once he allowed you to see a glimpse of his desires? Would his many talents thrill you, or would they scare you away since his hands were so practiced? Had you faced the hunger of a man like him before, a creeping vine that started at your feet and worked its way up past your thighs.Â
Elias rolled a wet lollipop stick on his tongue. All of the sugar had dissolved and the paper was unravelling. The motion helped him focus on you being walked home by Jiro, presumably after a checkup. He envied your physicians. How lucky they were to study your body, to tell you what you needed in order to stay healthy. If only he had been assigned to Darkwick General under Professor Nicholas. Heâd find a way to have you as his patient. Those Mortkranken ghouls wasted the opportunity. Too focused on the horizon to see the pretty flower right in front of them.Â
But he was no med student. He was barely a janitor at first, using the position to snoop around. He only got good at cleaning because he needed to be convincing on his stakeouts and eavesdrops. Only later did he come to find the repetitive motions relaxing, reminding him of being at home, taking care of his mother and cleaning up after her.Â
Perhaps that was the root of his problem. Where it all began. He missed having someone to cherish, to care for. Having a non-familial dependent, reliant on his talents, addicted to his touch, was a fantasy he didnât really question until now. Even still, knowing its origin made little difference.Â
He wanted to pin you against his wall like a little butterfly and watch those pretty wings flutter.Â
You might be maimed after, part of your wings clipped after he was done with you. But all that meant was you would return to him to make you whole again. To cover that patch of broken wing while his fingers were laced with yours and he fucked you against the looking glass so you knew exactly why he put you on display.Â
You were lovely. Delicate. It made him possessive, he couldnât help it. Nor did he want to. There was a dark part of every man that wanted to pin down anyone worth keeping. He found that in you.Â
He didnât get to go on missions with you, since he was on probation. That thrilling life-or-death bond created in the field eluded him. But he found that he did want to frighten you, just a little. Long enough to be both the source of your apprehension and your relief once you saw it was only him, with his sickly sweet smiles and sweetly sick thoughts.Â
He needed Jiro out of the way, first. He waited, watching from afar as Jiro went as far as your doorstep, waiting for you to unlock the door. Then he followed you inside.Â
The lollipop stick fell into the grass. Now this, he wasnât expecting. Perhaps the Mortkranken ghouls werenât letting all opportunities slip through their fingers.Â
And perhaps you werenât as innocent as you seemed.Â
Heat flooded his body, surging in his cheeks, his chest, his groin. Even his back began to sweat. The fierce jealousy and jilted lust at the idea of looking into your window to find you in bed with that massive ghoul. One of the few who was taller than Elias, could stretch you out in ways he wished only he could, with strength that likely surpassed his.Â
Elias took a deep breath and crossed the street to approach the chapel. He gingerly stepped around its perimeter, listening for voices, be they speaking or moaning. He found you near the back of the chapel and strained to listen in.Â
Your words were hard to make out and there were long periods of silence.Â
âDid you get it?â You asked.Â
âNot yet.â Jiro said.Â
âDo you need help?â You asked after a long pause.Â
âNo. This is why you asked me here, isnât it? Relax and let me take care of it.âÂ
Elias found a window to the room you were in and peeked inside from the shadows. Jiro was standing on a chair, aiming a bug spray at a wasp nest that was built inside a hole in the wall. You shrieked when the wasps were disturbed and swarmed Jiro. He slapped a few out of the air, and winced and slapped his neck.Â
Elias shook his head at his own worrying thoughts. The relief was momentary, since there were many ways you could thank Jiro for his help so late in the evening. Elias pressed himself against the wall and listened in for any changes that might pique his interest and rouse his jealousy again.Â
Once the nest and wasps were cleared out, you headed back to the front door with Jiro.Â
âAre you okay? Iâm really sorry you got stung.âÂ
âItâs superficial. The wasp got killed from his own sting thanks to my stigma. Iâll go get it treated immediately.â There was a welt on his neck where he was stung, but he adjusted his collar to get you to stop staring at it.Â
âShould I walk you back? If you had a health attack on the way backâŚâÂ
âIâll be fine. My treatment was administered earlier today and the waspâs sting wonât affect it. Good night.âÂ
You bade Jiro goodnight and shut the door. Â
Elias waited, listening in as you went through your nightly routine. When you were in the restroom for a bath, he decided to text you.Â
âEvening. Sorry to text you so late. I just passed Jiro on his way back to Mortkranken. He mentioned something about an infestation in your dorm? Are you okay?âÂ
You must have had your phone in the bath, judging by the quick reply.Â
âIt should be okay now! There was a wasp nest inside. He took care of it from what I can tell.âÂ
âWould you mind if I swung by to inspect the perimeter? Iâd just be outside, no need for you to come out.âÂ
You started and stopped messaging several times, probably wavering between turning him down and having peace of mind that there were no more bugs around you.Â
âSure. How long until youâre here?âÂ
âAbout 10 minutes,â he texted from under your bathroom window. He moved to a better vantage point, where he could once more watch you from the shadows. You stepped out of the bath to dry and dress. All he could see was your wet hair and shoulders.Â
Such a tease.Â
Elias waited until after you disappeared and made his rounds to search for more pests. After finding nothing else on the first floor, he knocked on your door. You answered in comfortable clothes. He was disappointed you werenât in your sleepwear. Heâd have loved to see what cute pajamas you slept in at night.Â
âSorry to have you out so late. Did you find anything?â A water droplet fell from your hair to your shirt when you cocked your head at him. The smell of your soaps were strong and alluring. He fought the urge to bundle you up in his arms and bury his face against your skin, still overly warm from the steaming bath you took.Â
âNot on the first floor. Thereâs a chance thereâs something along the roof. They tend to last longer on higher places. If thereâs a window upstairs I can take a look.âÂ
âI donât want to keep you, but I keep getting stung, so if you donât mindâŚâ You glanced behind him, still unsure about bothering him at that time of night.
âYouâve gotten stung? You poor thing. Was it treated?âÂ
âIts not a big deal. I had Jiro see to the most recent one.â You idly rubbed a spot on the back of your arm.Â
âBut there are others? Can I see?â Elias stepped inside without the invitation, holding your arm so he could angle it to the tender spot you worried over. âMy, that still looks painful. Why didnât you tell them?âÂ
âDidnât think it was pressing,â you shrugged. âItâll heal on its own.âÂ
Elias clicked his tongue.Â
âDo you always see your needs as a burden?â He asked softly. He rubbed the spot near it with his thumb, stroking your skin as a distraction from your discomfort. While you were taken off guard by his question, he took more of you in and noticed you hadnât put on a bra. The dampness of your skin made your nipples hard and your shirt darken.Â
Gods help him. He swallowed and felt himself getting hard. You would surely notice soon since his boxers and jumpsuit tented as much as the circus. He kept your attention from drifting lower by placing a kiss over the small bump where you were stung.Â
Your eyes were glued to him while the situation dawned on you.Â
âBetter?â He suspected you were sufficiently distracted when your cheeks flushed.Â
âWhat was that? Iâm not a child.â You laughed.Â
âNo, you arenât.âÂ
The mood shifted with his poignant words. He seemed to look through you, reaching something deeper that made you feel exposed, but not in a way you disliked. It was as thrilling as it was frightening. Your mouth dried and you stirred yourself from the spell he cast over you.Â
You backed away as he reached for your hip. He was about to pull you close.Â
âUm, did you want to check upstairs?âÂ
Your retreat had worried him, but the invitation was reassuring. Your nervousness hadnât reached the point of fear or anger that would send him away. He released your arm, sliding his hand down to hold yours for a split second. When your fingers slid apart, he had to put his hand in his pocket to keep from reaching out again.Â
âWould that be alright? Show me the way.âÂ
You led him upstairs, worrying how appropriate it was to lead him to your room. This wasnât even part of his job, as far as you knew. He was there to help, but you felt the charge in the air. He wanted more than that.
You werenât naive. You knew how men looked at you, how consuming their desired could get. You looked back when you were halfway up the stairs and Eliasâ eyes snapped to yours. He was looking lower.Â
And you realized you didnât mind.Â
You led him to your room and opened the window, praying more bugs wouldnât fly in while he was checking the roof. Elias sat on the windowsill and braced himself on the frame as he leaned out.Â
The attic was high above the ground and the height was enough to make you nervous for him.Â
âCareful! Itâs really not important if you donât see anything immediate.â You crossed back to the window, having backed away to give him space. He jolted when you grasped the collar of his jumpsuit. Steely blue eyes darkened to the color of midnight, blackness spreading to swallow you whole.Â
That was when you realized you braced your other hand on his thigh, so high the lump near his pocket wasnât a tool.Â
Eliasâ grip on the window frame tightened until his knuckles were white. His breathing deepened and he called your name in a hoarse whisper.Â
You couldnât move your hand. The panic made you freeze. Elias was in your room, his hard length in your palm. You hadnât asked, hadnât meant to touch him. But your instincts told you to squeeze, to stroke him. It was so inappropriate, you were biting your lip to the point your teeth might break skin, but his hard member sent electric pleasure through your arm.Â
Your damn arm. How much better would he feel inside you, if a simple touch made your core clench and drip.Â
Elias throbbed, twitching into your hand like a cat bumping you for affection.Â
That snapped you out of your paralysis. You released his jumpsuit and him, and jumped back. He nearly lost his balance when you let go of his collar, just managing to shift his weight to pull himself inside.Â
âOh my god, Iâm so so sorry. I didnât mean to- if you want to go thatâs fine. I swear itâll never happen.â Your hands were on your flaming cheeks. You couldnât look at him, but you couldnât look away from his bulge. There wasnât a good place to turn or flee and you felt him watching you. What was he like when he was angry? Was he angry? He should be. You would be, probably. You imagined if he had accidentally touched you between your legs and they betrayed you by wobbling on the spot.Â
Elias grasped your arms to get you to stop babbling. You peeked at his face and saw he wore the same smile as the one after he kissed your sting at the front door.Â
âHey, itâs okay. Iâm not angry.â Elias laughed.Â
He laughed. At the most mortifying thing that had ever happened to you. He might not have been angry but you were getting there.Â
Why was he even there? With his suave body language, his wandering hands and his obvious desires?Â
Your hands slid down to reveal a pout that made his eyes widen. Â
âYou didnât come here for pest control, did you?â It was still hard to meet his gaze, but you held it as well as you could. Â
âOf course, I did.â His protest was weak. Almost patronizing. You wanted to push him for it. Show him he bit off more than he could chew, but with his charms you were sure he could easily reverse it. You were clearly flustered, but as soon as he realized you were as aroused as he was, if not more, he would turn the tables and thrill you in ways you couldnât even predict with your inexperience.Â
You werenât a virgin, but your boyfriends were so inexperienced, quick and fumbling you might as well not have had sex at all. At least the pain was out of the way, but you wondered how a man like Elias would handle that. Would he be gentle or selfish? He felt bigger than the men you had been with. Would it hurt like the first time?Â
Could he be the do-over that you deserved? Â
âI donât believe you.â You fought not to pointedly glance at his erection. You didnât need to. His words may have been dishonest, but his eyes and body werenât.Â
âWhat can I do to convince you?âÂ
You almost laughed. His ability to stick to a lie when contradicting evidence was as painfully obvious was impressive. Giving in meant condoning it, however, and you condoned his ulterior motives more than his lies. You mustered all your courage and touched his chest,Â
âWhat could I do to convince you to tell the truth?âÂ
Elias eyes widened. His heartbeat quickened under your touch. If you still had your hand on his pants, you were sure other parts of him would have reacted too.Â
âIâll tell you anything you want to hear, dear heart,â Elias whispered.Â
âThe truth,â you repeated.Â
He considered his words a moment, carefully choosing them as his eyes roamed down your body, openly, honestly.Â
âI came to help you, in whatever way you need me.âÂ
âYou came to help yourself to me.â You unbuttoned the bottom of his jumpsuit and slipped your fingers inside, along his stomach and hinting at reaching lower. He had an undershirt beneath it that you wanted gone.Â
âYes,â he rasped.Â
You bit your lip, letting your hand roam over his body. From his chest to his shoulder, jaw, soft wavy hair. The hand on his stomach stayed still and he leaned into every touch you gave.Â
âWhatâs stopping you, then?â You popped open a few more buttons, but before his jumpsuit was open, he pulled you against his body. Your breaths mingled when his lips hovered near yours. His hardness prodded your hip while his thigh slid between yours to graze your core. Your breath came out in a sob and you pressed against his leg harder.Â
âSeems Iâm not the only one wanting more.â Elias kissed you, slow and sensual, mesmerizing enough for your body to go slack and lean on him entirely. He lifted you to have your legs wrapped around his waist and pressed you against the wall. His hips rolled, grinding his cock into your core through your clothes. You were so aroused it sent while hot lightning up your spine and you pressed into him harder.Â
He kissed everywhere he could reach while you clung to his shoulders. Hands kneaded your ass until he decided he needed to see more of you. He walked you to the bed and sat you down carefully. He knelt beside your bed, as if it were an altar, and slid your shorts down your legs. He trailed kisses up your shins, to your inner thigh. Whatever was revealed to him, he claimed with his lips.Â
You tugged at whatever clothing of his you could reach, stripping him slower since he was determined to reveal your body first. By the time you were only in your panties, his undershirt was on the floor and jumpsuit pushed down to his hips.Â
He stroked your cheek as he took in the sight of you. Flushed and wet, shyly covering one breast until he moved your hand to kiss your knuckles. His mouth descended on your nipple, and your hands twisted his hair, keeping him in place while he rocked his hips against you more and worshipped your breasts.Â
He trailed down, greedy to taste more of you. He paused over your soaked panties, mouthing your folds through the fabric that he sucked. Before he finished pushing your panties down your thighs, his tongue was in your folds, stroking and circling and suckling until you bucked into his face. Your panties pinned your thighs together, but you fought to spread them for him.Â
His chuckle floated over your whines and moans, but he took mercy on you and slid your panties off the rest of the way. Your thighs wrapped around his head, locking him in place. He made no protest, holding onto your hips to angle you so he could tongue fuck you.Â
A finger entered you when his mouth returned to your clit. He worked you to the brink, slowing down when you called his name and arched off the mattress. It was frustrating, how well he could read you, how much he controlled your pleasure and then let it subside just enough to work you to the edge once more.Â
âElias, please!â You tugged his hair hard enough for him to grunt. He released your clit with a slurp that made your whole body jerk, and stripped the rest of his clothing off quickly. He settled between your legs and guided his cock inside you, sinking in slowly.Â
Elias laced your fingers together and pinned your hands above your head when he was seated fully inside you. While your clenching walls adjusted to the size of him, he lovingly memorized the view of you below him.Â
âHow are you so calm? I-â You felt like you were going crazy, but you stopped yourself from saying it, worried you looked foolish.Â
âIs that how I seem? Iâm anything but calm on the inside.â He kissed you deeply and gave a shallow thrust when you were distracted by your flavor on his lips. When you didnât seem pained, even raising your hips to meet his thrust, he started moving earnestly. He hooked an arm under your knee to angle you just right and you sang for him. Your pleas were peppered with curses that he drank in.
âWho knew you were such a naughty girl,â Elias cooed, thrusting until all you could feel was him and all you could see was the constellations dancing in the back of your head.Â
Maybe you should have had more mercy on your exes, you thought as you came around his length, hard and far too quickly. Elias groaned and praised you through your orgasm.Â
âThatâs it, dear heart. Youâre taking me so well. Give me more of those beautiful moans.â When your walls were done gripping him so tight he could barely move for fear of spilling inside you too soon, he redoubled his efforts to coax more orgasms from you.Â
He leaned back enough to touch your clit, pressing his talented fingers to rub small circles around your bud. Your back arched off the bed the way it did when you came, and the pleasure was so intense you tried to squirm off of his dick entirely. The hand he used to brace himself on the bed moved to rest on your shoulder, anchoring you in place so he could keep pounding into you relentlessly, without you escaping.Â
âAh ah ah, youâre not getting away from me yet, sweet thing. Iâm not done with you, not even close.âÂ
And he made good on his promise, edging both you and himself until you lost your patience. You pushed him off of you, ignoring his surprise as you had him roll on his back to mount him again, control now in your hands.Â
You braced yourself on his shoulders as he braced your hips and lowered you back on his length. Wildness took over you when you rode him to completion. He tried one of his tricks again, slipping out of you to earn another frustrated growl, but he had nowhere to back away, and he was so close he gave in when you slid him back into you.Â
Your legs slipped under his to keep your leverage around him. Your control excited him. He watched you with vibrant eyes and sweat beading on his brow as you took your pleasure. Your orgasm milked his from him and his quiet groan was nearly drowned out by your howl.Â
You bonelessly fell on top of him. When you tried to roll off of him, he tightened his embrace to keep you in place. You stayed laying on his chest with him softening inside you until you fell asleep.Â
You searched for him when you were around campus. It took weeks to make educated guesses about where he might be, but you got better at it. Every time you found him and had the time to spare, he took you to another of his many hiding spots to tease and thrill you. Night visits were just as frequent and more consistent. He still delighted in resorting to a silly ruse when he was feeling needy.Â
Lopsided walls, lurking harmless anomalies, lost shoes near your chapel. He always had something new to say when he was caught watching you and wanting attention.Â
âWhen will you just admit you want to fuck me?â You texted after weeks of your trysts.Â
âSuch language! Do I need to come and clean that dirty mouth?âÂ
You responded with a picture of your legs spread and your panties pressed into your folds to show every trace of you.Â
âIâve got even better things for you to clean, Mr. Janitor.âÂ
Idk if Iâm allowed to ask everyone, but could you? If you canât just write about whoever you want!!!!
Mc, when on the edge of bliss, screams â I love you â every time. Like, Itâs practically impossible for them not to say it for some reason. They say it over and over and over again until they finally hit bliss, what do you think?
I'm fairly sure they'd all be happy that you're that vocal with them. A man needs his ego appeased when he's doing the deed, and if you're combining moaning his name with shouting the big three words? They're yours.
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Jin, Taiga, Romeo, Shion
"Tch, you better. You belong to me now, servant/kitty-cat/bella/wife." And he'll reward you by giving you exactly what you need to get off. You were practically there to begin with.
They won't say it back, but their devotion to you speaks volumes so you don't need to hear it to know how much they need it and that they feel it too.
Luca, Alan, Ritsu, Jiro
They know it's the chemicals and pleasure talking, but it's still such a wonderful thing to hear they smile and watch you get driven over the edge.
They hold you close during and after, giving you soft kisses and cherishing the moment.
Tohma, Ed, Leo, Ren, Elias
Degrade you for it, turn it filthy even though they're so happy to hear it they're grinning ear to ear. They want to prolong this moment and know exactly how. By the end of it the entire hall and floors above and below you heard you wantonly profess your love, and they know exactly who you were talking to.
Haru, Towa, Haku, Jo, Mio
They quietly chuckle, their love professed in a whisper when you're taking a breath.
"Love you too, bunny/dandelion/princess/cutie." They hold you close through it, clinging to your body and sweet words as they chase the pleasure and the warm feeling of beliving just for a moment that this could last forever.
Kaito, Subaru, Zenji, Rui, Lyca, Yuri
Stunned, their hips falter a bit, losing their rhythm to snap their attention to your face if it wasn't there before. People say a lot of things in bed, but do you mean it? It hits them that they want you to. They really really want you to mean it, so their pace quickens and the reassurance releases something in them.
"I- I love you too!" And your release sends them over the edge at the same time
Haku leaned on Ruiâs shoulder, head buzzing from a night out drinking. He wasnât that drunk, but he relished the excuse to hang on Rui, to have Ruiâs arm around his waist.
âCâmon Hakucchi, almost there.â Rui chuckled as they approached the Cathedral that was the Clementia dormitory. âWe need to work on you, youâre such a lightweight.â Rui teased.
âIâll go out with you again anytime you want.â Haku slurred.
âAnd let you attract all the girls?â Rui shook his head, âWith you there I have to work twice as hard to get them to see me, you really are an enemy of men ya know?â
âNot like you can take them back to Darkwick anyway.â Haku muttered. He had intentionally been pulling girls away from Rui all night. He hated seeing Rui flirt with others, that dark jealous feeling tightened in his chest.
âDoesnât mean itâs not fun to flirt.â Rui pointed out as they staggered up the steps. âThat one dark haired beauty seemed real disappointed to see me take you outta there. You definitely had a shot with her.â
âI prefer blondes.â Haku glanced at Rui from the corner of his eye, but his friend didnât react to the comment.
They stumbled into the chapel, it was eerily silent this late. Letting go of Rui, Haku stumbled down the aisle towards the altar.
âOi, Hakucchi, get back here, we gotta get you to bed!â Rui whisper hissed.
Haku just shot him a smile and disappeared behind the altar, plopping down, lying spread eagle on the floor.
âWhat are you doing?â Rui scolded, following after him. He stood over Haku, nudging him with his foot. âHey, câmon, get up.â
âYou come down here.â Haku pouted.
âIâm not getting on the floor, come on, letâs get you to bed.â Rui glanced around the empty chapel nervously.
Haku tugged on Ruiâs pant leg. âCome down here Iâve got something to tell you.â
Rui gave a long suffering sigh as he crouched down. âWhat?â
âCloser.â Haku coaxed. Rui had to lean over Haku in the tight space between the altar and the wall. Hovering over Hakuâs body, caging him against the floor.
Haku reached up, tangling his fingers in Ruiâs hair he pulled his head down to whisper in his ear. âYouâre hotter than all the girls we met tonight combined.â
Hakuâs heart was pounding, he felt like his stomach had dropped out. He was taking a big swing here, one that could ruin everything.
He pressed his lips to Ruiâs in a simple kiss. A simple kiss that could blow up his friendship.
Rui sat back on his heals, a myriad of emotions flickering across his face. Fear, confusion, arousal.
âI must be drunker than I thought, did you just⌠it sounded like you saidâŚthought we justâŚ.youâŚâ
Haku pulled Rui down on top of him, kissing him hard this time. It was all or nothing. He ground his hips against Rui, letting him feel how hard Ruiâs proximity made him.
âHakuâŚâ Rui gasped as their lips broke apart. âIâve neverâŚwith a guy?â His voice squeaked almost as though he were asking a question.
âThe mechanics arenât so different.â Haku purred. âYou have a raging hard cock.â He gave Ruiâs bulge a squeeze. âI have a hole for you to fill.â
âIâŚI like girlsâŚâ Rui stuttered, but he didnât pull away as Haku ground against him.
âI do too, doesnât mean I donât want you to rail me.â Haku smirked.
Haku intertwined their legs, he locked his fingers in Ruiâs hair and began kissing down his neck.
âRui.â He ran his tongue up Ruiâs neck. âRui.â He nipped his earlobe. âRui, please.â He whispered in his ear. Haku rolled them over in the tight space so Rui was on his back looking up at him.
Haku pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the side. Rui gulped audibly as he looked Haku up and down. Haku grabbed the hem of Ruiâs shirt, looking down at his friend questioningly.
âMay I?â He trailed his fingers over Ruiâs stomach.
Biting his lip hesitantly, Rui nodded. He squirmed and shimmied helping Haku pull his shirt off over his head. In an awkward tangle of shifting limbs they helped each other out of their pants next.
âAre you really drunk Hakucchi?â Rui whispered worriedly.
Haku leaned forward and kissed Rui, this time letting his tongue invade the other manâs mouth. âJust a buzz.â Haku whispered against Ruiâs lips before kissing him again.
Rui hesitantly brought his arms up, wrapping them around Hakuâs neck as the kiss deepened, grew more rough and desperate. Haku moaned into Ruiâs mouth as he rubbed against him, pressing his cock against Ruiâs thigh.
Breaking their embrace, Haku shifted backward, sliding down Ruiâs body until his face was level with his cock.
Ruiâs eyes widened as Haku kissed up his thighs, then finally took him into his mouth. He arched his back and moaned, thrusting against Hakuâs face. Haku reached around and started fingering his hole as he sucked Rui off.
âTurn around.â Rui gasped, âlet me help.â
Haku straddled Ruiâs chest, bending over, presenting his ass before swallowing Ruiâs cock again.
Rui sucked on his finger then cautiously pressed it against Hakuâs pucker. Haku moaned at the pressure, encouraging more.
Rui pressed his finger in further. Rui was fingering his asshole. He was sucking Ruiâs cock. He was finally, finally going to fuck Rui.
Haku bobbed his head running his tongue along Ruiâs shaft, savoring the taste of him.
Ruiâs fingers delved inside him, stretching and pumping, exploring his insides.
Haku drooled down Ruiâs cock, making sure it was nice and soaked before pulling off.
âCanât wait anymore.â He grabbed Ruiâs wrist, withdrawing his hand.
âYouâre sure youâre ready?â Rui said nervously.
âAre you ready?â Haku got himself turned around to face Rui, raising a questioning eyebrow as he stroked Ruiâs cheek.
âReady for anything!â Rui gave an unsteady laugh.
âYouâre sure?â
Rui pulled Hakuâs hand from his cheek and kissed his palm. âReady and willing.â Rui chirped.
Taking a deep breath, Haku lowered himself down onto Ruiâs spit slick cock.
Ruiâs lips parted, eyes going wide. âShit.â He gasped as Haku enveloped him.
Haku clasped Ruiâs hands in his as he started working up and down Ruiâs cock. He kissed along Ruiâs knuckles on each hand as he rocked back and forth with Rui inside him.
The door to the chapel slammed open. Haku ducked crouching down over Rui. Rui slapped a hand over his mouth eyes wide.
âI swear I heard something.â
âYouâre imagining things.â
âNo, I swear this place is haunted!â
Haku squeezed down on Ruiâs cock. Wide eyed Rui frantically shook his head, with a teasing smile Haku kept squeezing and milking Rui.
Ruiâs eyes rolled back as he kept his mouth covered, desperate to stay quiet.
âThereâs no ghost in here, câmon letâs go to bed.â
âI swear I heard moaningâŚâ
The door closed and they were alone in the chapel once more.
âYou bastard.â Rui groaned, removing his hand.
âAww but you did so well, such a good boy.â Haku teased.
âIâll show you whoâs a good boy.â Rui grumbled, sitting up and pushing Haku off of him. He flipped Haku over onto all fours, mounting him from behind.
Fuck it was good. So good. Rui hit so deep.
âYou wanna play the quiet game huh? Letâs see how quiet you can be now.â Rui growled thrusting into Haku from behind.
Haku panted desperately, wanting to moan, wanting to scream. He wanted Rui to fuck him harder but knew Rui was trying to minimize the sound of his hips slamming into Hakuâs ass.
âBetter come soon before someone else gets curious.â Rui reached around, grabbing hold of Hakuâs cock, making him whimper as he started to squeeze and massage it.
Rui leaned forward, kissing down Hakuâs spine as he kept thrusting. Each kiss seemed to make Hakuâs skin burn with desire.
âHakucchi.â Rui moaned, his pace faltered, his grip on Hakuâs cock tightened, he groaned and Haku felt the warmth of his cum filling him.
With a yelp Haku came in Ruiâs hand, the feel of Ruiâs orgasm enough to push him over the edge. Haku collapsed, Rui tumbling after him. They lay together a panting tangle of sweaty limbs.
Rui kissed the top of Hakuâs head before pulling out and climbing off of him.
They both crawled out from behind the altar and quietly dressed. Slipping out of the chapel they headed to the dorm side of the building.
Standing outside Hakuâs door, Rui shrugged sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. âGuess this is goodnight then.â
Haku pushed his door open, taking Ruiâs hand. âWe donât have to go to bed quite yet.â He smiled mischievously, drawing Rui inside with him.
I am not trans myself and have never experienced dysphoria, if I have misportrayed anything, I am open to correction!
Youâre filled with a feeling of wrongness, is your body wrong? Your mind? Your soul? You hate it, hate this mismatched feeling as you look at yourself in the mirror.
Romeo looks smugly satisfied with your appearance but you just feel horror. The make up and the dress are perfect, perfect for a woman, but not for you. You want to cry. Want to scream. Want to crawl out of your skin.
The door slams open and Taiga saunters in.
âBTH! How many times do I have to tell you to knock!â Romeo shrilly reprimands his captain.
Taigaâs eyes shrewdly focus on you, looking you up and down with a frown. âYou just gonna let him do that to ya?â
You bite your lip and look at the ground. Taiga is one of the few people on campus who have figured out that youâre trans.
âWTH are you on about?â Romeo scowls.
âHe doesnât like it.â Taiga drawls.
âShe is perfectlyâŚâ Romeo cuts himself off and narrows his eyes. âHe?â
Taiga just grins, Romeo looks to you for an explanation.
âIâm a guy.â You say hesitantly biting your lip.
âWTF didnât you say something BB?â Romeo fumes. âIâll need entirely different makeup for male presenting⌠what are you doing???â
Taiga spits in his hand and starts to wipe makeup off of your face.
âUse a cleansing wipe BTH!!â Romeo looks absolutely horrified.
âYou let just anyone do anything they want to ya huh?â Taiga growls, running a thumb over your lips smearing Romeoâs lipstick.
âI donât!â You start to protest and Taiga shoves his thumb between your lips pressing down on your tongue.
âNot in my room.â Romeo snaps, slapping Taigaâs hand and beginning to wipe your face with a cleansing wipe.
âCome on Lulu, you made him feel uncomfortable, shouldnât we help him feel good?â Taiga smiles slyly, he easily snaps the straps of your dress sending it pooling around your feet.
Before you can protest Taiga has you thrown over his shoulder, carrying you across the room and tossing you down on Romeoâs bed.
âBTH!â Romeo shouts after him.
âYou can help or you can watch.â Taiga grins back at him.
Sitting on the bed you hastily cover your chest, hating the sight of it.
Taiga hooks his fingers into the band around your waist, stripping off your underwear. âLetâs get a look at that little cock of yours.â He purrs, parting your legs he starts to stroke your T dick. âSince youâre letting people do whatever they want to you, Iâm gonna suck your cock and then fuck your ass.â
âFuck.â You gasp, heat pooling between your legs watching Taiga lick his lips as he continues to stroke.
Romeo sighs, going to the nightstand he takes out lube and condoms.
Taiga lays back on the bed, pulling you up to straddle his face. You cry out, grasping the head board for stability as Taigaâs tongue starts to rub against your T dick. You keep one hand grasping the headboard and quickly use the other to cover your chest again.
Romeo slides a condom over his finger and coats it with lube. His finger begins to prod at your asshole, pressing, massaging, stimulating.
Taigaâs tongue and Romeoâs finger seem to move in sync with each other as you start to pant and moan.
âBe a good boy and relax.â Romeo says soothingly. You gasp as the digit starts to penetrate you, pressing past your tight ring.
Taigaâs lips wrap around your T dick and he starts to suck, the pleasant pressure makes your eyes roll back, his fingers dig into your hips as he keeps them pulled flush against his face.
Romeo is steadily pumping his finger into your ass now, carefully adding a second, he starts to scissor your hole.
âMmm.â Taiga hums against you as if youâre the most delicious thing heâs ever tasted. You give a keening wail of pleasure as he adds more pressure to your T dick, sucking harder as Romeoâs fingers pump into you, now three fingers knuckle deep in your ass.
Taiga taps Romeoâs arm and he pulls his fingers out, moving aside. You donât even have time to whine at the loss of pressure inside you before Taiga has you flipped over face down ass up on the bed.
You prop yourself up on all fours as you hear the sound of Taiga unzipping his pants, looking back over your shoulder he grins down at you tapping his cock against your ass cheeks.
Romeo slides a condom over Taigaâs cock and starts to lather him in lube.
Taiga isnât gentle, pressing the head of his cock against your hole, stretching you open, pushing his way in.
âThereâs a good boy.â He pants as you suck him in, letting him fill you, feeling the stretch. You cry out as Taiga slams into you, pulls out and slams in again. No amount of fingers would have prepared you for the immense pressure that is Taigaâs cock buried deep in your ass.
Romeo sits beside you, reaching underneath you he starts to jerk off your T dick while Taiga fucks into you, hard, fast, passionate. He leans over you, chest pressing against your back, and you scream as he bites down on your shoulder.
Youâre crying out for them, fingers digging into the sheets, body rocking back and forth with Taigaâs thrusts. Every time he pulls back the stimulation on your rim is exquisite, coupled with Romeoâs rubbing fingers.
Orgasm crashes into you making your arms and legs quiver, as you scream âTaiga! Romi!â Your vision is white, your body shaking.
Taiga pulls out, rips the condom off, throws you down on your back and sheaths himself in your front hole.
âTaiga!â You shriek his name, clenching down hard on his cock.
âGonna make you come again. Again and again.â Taiga growls against your neck.
You can hear Romeo next to you, rubbing himself, watching Taiga fuck you.
You wrap your legs around Taigaâs waist, pulling him deeper as he ruts into you hard and deep. All thoughts and worries about your body have fled your mind as Taiga rails you, making you wail on his cock.
Your arms wrap around his neck as he bites into your shoulders and chest again and again, leaving red welts and trails of blood across your skin.
âBe a good boy kitty cat, come on my cock, come on my cock again.â
âTaiga, Taiga, Taiga.â You chant his name over and over, punctuated with screams of pleasure.
You hear a soft groan as Romeo comes beside you, you made him come, the sight of you getting fucked, that made someone come.
You throw your head back and scream âYes! Yes! Yes!â As your body shakes and trembles, squeezing down hard on Taigaâs cock.
Taiga gasps and shudders, and you feel him fill you as he comes. He collapses on top of you, wrapping his arms around you, panting against your skin.
His hair is half-mussed, lips kiss-bruised, name as incandescent on your tongue as his eyes are on you. Your myth and hero, human as the rest of you. It is not lost on you the irony of Haku calling himself a devout worshipper when you are the one turned towards him in supplication.Â
or: you slip into haku's room the first night of the trials. ao3 here / masterlist.
The wood is solid against your back, grain rough under your fingertips. When you look up, there he is, sitting on the edge of his bed and haloed in white, moonlight tracing the ache of his shoulders.Â
Hakuâs smile is soft. The leather of his boots sigh from his fingers, sink to the floor. âI was just about to go look for you. Isnât it customary for the devotee to visit his goddess and not the other way around?âÂ
You toe off your boots. âShut up and kiss me.âÂ
It startles a laugh out of Haku. When you approach the bed his hands come up to wrap around your hips. âAs you wish, my goddessââÂ
Goddess.Â
âHakuââ your voice catches. You tear your gaze away from where he is already leaning into your palm, all fond and gold, a terrifying tender. âWhat kind of devotee actively stands in the path of a death ray?âÂ
Hakuâs hands still on the back of your thighs. He lets out a laugh, earthquake-steady. âOne that canât bear to lose you?âÂ
You stare out the window at the inky blue. If you stare hard enough you can stop the tremble in your voice. âWhat if her gaze burnt through the shield? What ifâ what if you were knocked off the feather or something? We could have waited and took turns with Elias or Sho or someone to reach the end, you didnât need to take the riskââÂ
The panic swells behind your lungs, strains itself into your voice. Your hand stutters on the smooth of his cheek. Youâve been bottling up these questions the whole night, and Haku knows it.Â
âPrincess,â he says, quietly. He tilts his head, presses a kiss into your palm. His hands come up to cup yours, shift them so he can kiss at the phantom red on your wrists. When you look back down at him all the sound in the room has condensed itself into the gravity of his eyes. âSeeing you with your hands bound? All that way across the chasm? What else could I do?âÂ
Haku smooths his thumb across the orison of your palms. âHow else could I guarantee youâd be safe?âÂ
His words glow in the dry of your mouth, the memory of them vending-machine bright, and just like that you are dissolving like sugar into the water of his hands. You sink into his lap. Haku catches you, like always, steady, sure.Â
His hands slip under your shirt, rest against the small of your back. When you tip your forehead into the curve of his neck, inhale the incense of him, his words ghost your temple, a quiet prayer.Â
âSubaru was telling me about this other myth, too.â His thumb traces the shape of your spine. His voice rumbles where your chests meet. If you close your eyes it feels almost like the floor of a train running under your feet, hurtling you into a future where the only thing you know how to cling onto is the solid of Haku underneath your fingertips. âThe one about Orpheus and Eurydice. His wife dies, and he goes all the way into the underworld to bring her back. The god of the underworld agrees, but on the condition that Orpheus has to walk ahead of her when they leave. He canât look back at her. Not once.âÂ
Haku lets out a quiet laugh, though there is nothing amused in it. âImagine that. In order for his wife to live, the husband had to put so much faith in the fact that the gods would uphold their end of the deal. He had to believe that the footsteps behind him were real, that she was still there. But he couldnât.â He pauses, briefly, presses his lips to your hairline before pulling back. âWhen you love someone that much⌠who would?âÂ
He looks at you, then, his eyes almost glowing, tenderness a small, impossible star that lodges itself somewhere between your ribs. You read in his wry, helpless smile what he does not say aloud â he is too afraid to lose you to put your fate in anotherâs hands. That he cannot, will not trust anyone but himself to save you.Â
(And isnât that Haku, really? Always taking things into his own outstretched hands? Always offering, always bearing the weight and the risk and everything that comes after?)Â
Perhaps it is the destiny of stars to collapse, to flatten in on themselves in the name of fate and the way of the universe. But, oh, there is something about the gold he has painted in the wreath of your ribs, in the breath you share as he kisses into you, that makes you think that maybe this timeâ maybe in this life heâll be correct, and youâd love each other enough for the universe toâÂ
And then you are not thinking at all, with Hakuâs lips sighing on your neck and his hands tugging everything off of you. With the days and nights you have spent melting into the altar of him it does not take long to turn gasping under his wandering tongue.Â
Haku hums as he slips fabric off your ankles, lets you settle your knees on either side of his lap. âHow cruel this castle is. Giving me the image of coming home to you,â he murmurs against your collarbone, âone regular office worker to another, just to take it away.âÂ
It almost makes you laugh, if his fingers werenât already slipping between your legs. âHakuââ
His mouth trails down your chest. âClocking out of the office just to meet you at the train station. Holding your hand and boarding the train together. Iâd hold your waist in case you fall.âÂ
Your fingernails dig into his shoulder when he finds the right place between your folds effortlessly, makes you gasp into the cold air of the room. âHakuâ ahââÂ
âOr maybe Iâd let you fall, just so I can make a joke about my princess finally falling for meââÂ
It sends some sort of wild joy careening up your spine, this image that Haku paints for you. The two of you, pressed against each other under the fluorescence of the subway lights, smiles no-one elseâs but your own. Haku in a crooked tie and crooked glasses, painted in the dying wash of a work day, one hand on a grab handle and the other arm around your waist. Both swaying to the rhythm of a train that, for once, brings you home.Â
âMaybe youâll fall for me, instead,â you manage, breathless, and Haku grins, wicked and gleaming in the moonlight of the room.Â
A fingertip finds your entrance, a slow, teasing intrusion that leaves you whimpering against his lips. Haku steals a small kiss. âI already have.âÂ
You want to swat him, but he is already dipping into you, thumb circling your clit as he licks up your moan. âSo perfect,â he breathes. âFeel so good around me already, princess. My goddess.âÂ
You huff at the title, and the corners of Hakuâs eyes crinkle in response. âShould I be saying it louder? So everyone knows who Iâm worshipping?âÂ
âStop,â you threaten lightly, âIf Elias hears us weâll never hear the end of it.âÂ
(Assuming the end of it doesnât happen, somehow, at the end of two days. Neither of you mention it.)Â
âWeâd meet because we work in the same building,â Haku says, instead. His thumb stills when you lean back, cup his face in your hands.Â
You melt into the wet heat of his mouth, sinking the length of his finger further into you. âHakuââÂ
How beautiful he is, moon-kissed and glowing. His hair is half-mussed, lips kiss-bruised, name as incandescent on your tongue as his eyes are on you. Your myth and hero, human as the rest of you. It is not lost on you the irony of Haku calling himself a devout worshipper when you are the one turned towards him in supplication.Â
âIâd work on the 27th floor,â Haku murmurs. He lets you grind helplessly onto the pad of his thumb.Â
âWhichâ ahâ Haku, ahâ which floor would I be on?âÂ
Haku pauses where he is sucking something sweet into the corner of your jaw. âThe 26th. Iâd take the stairs down one floor every day in hopes that Iâll catch you waiting.âÂ
Your laugh turns into a gasp when a second finger prods at you, slips into you with ease. âHakuââÂ
âIâd see you for the first time in the lobby, harried and late for a meeting. Youâd be the most beautiful person Iâd ever seen in my life.âÂ
He crooks his fingers just right as you pant out a, âAhâ Iâm not always lateââÂ
Haku laughs. It rings gentle, delighted in the shell of your ear, leaves you flushed and blushing. âYouâd be late just that day, then, just so I can wait for the lift with you and start falling in love.âÂ
Youâre insufferable, you want to say, but Haku is parting his fingers inside of you and the stretch steals the words off your tongue, leaves sparkles of his name where they once were.Â
âWeâd get in the same lift,â he murmurs. His fingers donât stop moving, donât stop winding the coil at the core of you ever-tighter. âIâd turn to ask you what floor you were on, but youâll hit the button faster than I can find the words.âÂ
You choke out a laugh, before a bend of his fingers send sparks of white across your vision. âHakuâ ahââ
Haku smooths a kiss against your flushed cheek. You watch the moonlight in his hair glow, eyes half-lidded and blurred in your want. âI wouldnât say anything, of course, but the next time Iâd run into you in the lift lobby or the staff cafeteria Iâd bump into you, just to say hi.âÂ
You blindly reach downwards for where his bulge is already weeping against his pants (how is it that he always remains fully clothed long after youâve been laid bare before him, breaths shallow and burning in your need?), and Haku curses. His fingers stutter when you stroke over him, mumble against the sear of his lips, âHaku, needââÂ
And he reads you, like he always does, like he always has, and just like that he is flipping you over, looking down at where youâve been sprawled under him.Â
âSo beautiful,â Haku breathes. His hands skate up your sides. âMy goddess. Made straight from the heavens for me.âÂ
You bite your lip and turn away, flushing â no matter how many times youâve found yourself under Hakuâs adoring gaze it has always contained a devotion that paints your insides a hungry silver.Â
âHey,â Haku murmurs. The moonlight turns the gold of his eyes a sun; when his fingers brush your hair behind your ear they are smoke-soft in their reverence. âNot everyday I get to worship you like this. Let me have it, hmm?âÂ
You shift underneath him, hand catching on his forearm when you nod. Youâll let him have anything he wants. Haku can breathe all the prayers he wants into the kindling of your skin, but all you want to be is laid out for him, a sacrifice for his taking.Â
Haku dips his head down, leaves a light kiss right above your heart. Your world narrows, then, in the silent half-moment, shrinks to where the heat of flute-calloused hands meet your waist, where the soft of his lips meet your chestâÂ
And then he is leaning back with a rustle, and ahâ an electric jolt, and the weight of him, slow and heavy through your wetness, pressing against your clit and ahâÂ
Haku groaningâ a dull stretch around the head of him, delicious and familiar and achingâÂ
And suddenly in the pause between your heartbeats you are living the world Haku has described, bones weary not from fighting for your lives but from office air, city lights blinking in through your open bedroom window, matching toothbrushes behind the bathroom mirror and Haku, your Haku, your Haku with his sharp eyes and kind hands and kinder words, sinking into you, sinking home.Â
You whimper his name, back arching, trembling, molding yourself around the slick of him; he kisses it from your lips, breath folding into breath until it feels like you are both made of the same fragile air.Â
âSo good.â It comes out as a sigh. His fingers smooth into the fat of your hips. âAlways feel so perfect around me.âÂ
Your breath stutters in your throat. He holds you, steady, until you stop clenching around him, burn melting into heat.Â
âCould watch you like this forever,â Haku murmurs. His eyes are dark, half-lidded, skating down your figure to land where you are connected; his thumb catches on your hipbone, rubs soothing circles in as you get used to feeling impossibly full. âSo warmâ so pretty, fuck, princessââÂ
âHaku.â His name comes out in a half-whine, tinted honey with want. âM- move, pleaseâ need youââÂ
Your hips cant upwards. It buries the rest of him in you, draws a choked groan from the back of Hakuâs throat. âFuck, okayââÂ
When he moves, slow, tenderâ ohâÂ
You visited a huge shrine, once, when you were younger. You stood before the vast, red-tinted honden, watched the angles of afternoon sun melt into every corner of the hall. It washed each wooden pillar bright, flushed every nook and cranny a warm gold that even now in your memory made it look like the shrine itself was breathing, luminous and alive and radiant.Â
You wondered how theyâd made it glow like that, then. But the vowels of Hakuâ name are spilling off your tongue, incandescent in their keen, and ahâ the calligraphy of his movements draws gasps from the hollow of your chest, fills your mouth with bright and flushes your veins gold, and ahâ Hakuâ you think you know, nowâÂ
How lucky you are to be loved, like this. How lucky you are to be loved across lifetimes and lifelines that are not yet yours to have. How lucky you are to love him, with his diligence and dedication and green-gold laugh and the way every movement of him expands to fill the spaces between you, slow and desperate and groaning, like heâd claw you back inch by inch from the hands of the gods themselves.Â
Haku buries his nose in your shoulder. âSo perfect,â he rasps. His teeth scrape your shoulder with each slap of skin, bruise devotion into your chest with each bounce. âMâ goddess. âd do anything for you. Wouldâ would do anything to bring you homeââÂ
He sounds almost as wrecked as you feel. The heat of his voice has you arching into his touch, heels digging into the small of his back; each thrust pools something hot in the base of your spine, hits something in you that leaves tears brimming on the edge of your lashes. When he speeds up the slap of his skin on yours has you clenching around his cock like you never want to let him go.Â
You think you understand Orpheus, now. The sky may be deaf and blind and indifferent to two dust motes in the fabric of time, but by god, if you wonât try to keep himâÂ
Hakuâs hands slide up your sides, shift your palms from where theyâve been clutching onto his forearms. He interlaces your fingers. When he leans back up, bringing your hand up to his lips and hips snapping shallow against yours, you do not miss the flash behind his eyes.Â
âIâll bring you home,â he says, low. The words brush by your ring finger, settle burning behind your nose. âIâll bring you home, and weâll start a restaurant together, in some seaside town in Shizuoka. Weâll forget the office and the school and theâ the curseââÂ
Moonlight slips, dizzying, from the halo of him. It sinks into the weight of his words, mixes into the whiskey of his eyes, dissolves like salve into the ache of you.Â
âWeâll get an apartment by the train station,â Haku half-groans. He shifts your hips up, towards him with his free hand, and oh, with this change in angleâ ahâ
His thumb finds its way back down between your legs. It slips between your folds, sparking, circling, rubbing, and all at once the pressure of his thumb on your clit and the way his cockhead is bullying the softest part of you is all too much, all too goodâÂ
Your head falls back, mouth falling open; you cannot help the moans that tip themselves off the altar of your tongue with each thrust of his cock, float themselves breathy and begging from the fire Haku has lit in your lungsâÂ
You can barely hear Hakuâs voice, barely make out the words from where your vision is swimming. âLove the sounds you make for me, god, fuckâ weâllâ fuck, weâll move so far away from hereâ weâll learn how to make noodles from an old man down the road, and weâll get to close up shop every night and go home to this, I promiseââÂ
A moan tears itself from your throat, curls like a ribbon around where Hakuâs lips are still pressed to your ring finger, winds itself deeper into the searing coil between your legs. You cannot help the litany of words that spills between you as you throb around him, climbing higher, higher, âHaku, please, IââÂ
Hakuâs hips falter, for just a second, before he is bending down, faster, forehead tipping against yours, âLet go for me, princess, Iâll catch you, I promiseââÂ
His lips crash against yours, desperate, messy. His hand slips down to your waist, squeezes you, and just like that the heat between your bodies explodes, sends your vision white.
His name sparks off the kindling of you, burns its way into the room as your back arches off the bed. The pleasure tears its way through your nerves, shatters the consonants of his name across your tongue as all coherent thought dissipates, free-fall, into the moonlight, âHaâ HakuââÂ
And catch you he does, arms slipping under you and pulling you close as his tongue tangles into yours. He presses helpless groans into the fever of your mouth, the glow of your jaw, hips stuttering against yours once, twice, before he, too, comes undone, throbbing cock spilling into your warmthâ Â
To be full of Haku, like this, always. To feel every inch of him in you, sweet, aching. To have the heat of his skin on yours, eyes heavy and glazed over, chests straining in shared breath. To hold his heart in the crown of your throat, to have him hold your heart in his.Â
Your thumb brushes his cheekbone, languid from your high. âHaku.âÂ
âMm,â he says. His head tips against your shoulder, lips finding the sweet spot on your neck. Heâd stay like this forever, you know, buried deep in you. You know because you would, too.Â
But time stretches and shifts, and the bones of the castle sigh around you, heavy and weary and all too real. There are tests awaiting you tomorrow. There are dangers you will have no choice but to survive.Â
Outside the window the moon drapes itself across the night. The gods, if they are listening, offer no assurances. But oh, here with Hakuâ is it all that difficult to believe that you can overturn their rules? That you can and will survive, that you will walk right out of this underworld, in spite of their fates and their curses and their trials?Â
You run a hand through his hair. âLetâs learn to make udon.âÂ
Haku shifts, just enough to look at you. He grins, boneless and sweet, Hotarubi-rain steady. âRest, princess. We have to survive tomorrow first, hmm?âÂ
He kisses you, then, fills your lungs with the green of an aching what-could-have-been, the gold of a sweet what-could-be. It makes you smile.Â
Hear me out: Mc and Alan making out in the car (the one where Alan and tohma meet up in) and they hear the car door opening and closed only to find tohma.
They both separate and Mc apologize and tries to leave but tohma wants in on it too because manâs wants the best of both worlds
*runs away cutely* thank you for coming to my ted talk
Eeeeeee this was too hot (â¸â¸â¸>ďš<â¸â¸â¸)
I am an Alan x Tohma shipper myself but getting caught between the two? ( Â´Í ŮŁ `Í)
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Your lips were on each other the moment the doors shut. Alanâs broad hands on your back, holding you to him with urgency and tenderness. He never forgot that his strength could hurt you with a single inattentive or overzealous squeeze, but in times of need it was pushed to the back of his mind.Â
But you didnât mind that your ribs were pressed between his hands and his hard chest, that you couldnât escape his iron embrace if you tried. Why would you try? It was safe. It was home.Â
Alan trailed his hand along your jaw to angle you better, to nip at your bottom lip. You mirrored the action, tracing the sharp edge of his jawline and up to his cheek, where only you knew there was a dimple. When the desperation of being alone passed, finally, after weeks of being busy with barely time for yourselves, you relaxed into each other. Melting like chocolate, smooth and sweet and somehow richer with the two of you entwined. He tucked his hand under your knees and swept your legs across his, never breaking contact with your lips and tongue. Â
Everyone knew you were together, but Alan didnât make a show of it. A hand on the top of your head or your shoulder when he was possessive. Heâd lift you on one arm if you needed to reach something. But kissing wasnât for them to see, his sweet but fumbling words not for their ears. So he reserved time in the secret place for you.Â
It may have been the worst kept secret, but others knew to avoid it. Most others, that is.Â
The car door opened. You felt a weight settle on the back seat, right beside you but opposite of Alan. The door shut.Â
Both of you snapped your heads his direction. Tohma sat against the door with his arms folded, utterly at ease and wearing a hungry smile.Â
âDonât stop on my account.âÂ
âNot now, Tohma,â Alan growled. He shifted you on his lap until your back was against the door across from Tohma. The space between you and him crackled with tension.Â
âPossessive, arenât we? I can see why.â Tohmaâs gaze trailed down to your legs, then slowly raked back up again. Alan made another low rumble deep in his chest. âI suppose that means you wouldnât indulge my offer?âÂ
âWhat offer?â You asked, making no effort to sound too open to whatever his proposal was. His attention turned to Alan.Â
âYou and I were interrupted in here before. Remember?âÂ
âThat was different.âÂ
âThey walked away with rights to attend our meetings,â Tohma continued coolly. You narrowed your eyes. You knew he was talking about Leo. Did he know you knew about those meetings, too?Â
âNo,â you both said in unison. Alanâs sternness covered your less certain answer. It didnât hide the way you looked at Tohmaâs lips, then locked eyes with him. Heat crept into your cheeks and quickly grew to a roaring flame that muffled Alanâs voice.Â
That moment where you were between them, Alanâs arms around you and Tohmaâs leg against yours, their heat surrounding you.Â
You were needy, riled up from a lack of attention from Alan. You needed his hands on your body, but what if there were more?Â
âIf you think this is about being replaced, I bear no resentment for it.â Tohma spoke with emphatic slowness, still directed at Alan.Â
âReplaced?â You asked. It was obvious your meetings with Alan were nothing like the way he and Tohma met. That was what you thought, until you noticed Alanâs silent warning, and the color draining from his face.Â
You looked from Alan to Tohma.Â
âDid you guys⌠meet like this too?âÂ
Alan bowed his head rationally, confirming it. As did Tohmaâs foxlike smile.Â
âBefore you,â Alan muttered.
Your eyes widened as you pictured the two of them, hot and heavy in the backseat. Were secret conversations the real reason the car was soundproofed, or to mask other sounds?Â
âI had no idea,â you said, breathless from the new fantasies swirling in your mind. At Alanâs fearful look, searching for anger or disgust from you, you smoothed his hair and added, âIâm not judging or anything. Thatâs justâŚâÂ
Really, really hot.Â
âDo you still like each other?âÂ
âIt was never about liking each other,â Tohma said. That did reassure you. Alanâs feelings for you were real and deep, as yours were for him. As long as you had that, you didnât mind if Tohma was around to watch⌠or join.Â
âCan I see?â Your question was timid. It would have been carried away in the faintest breeze, but the acoustics in the car didnât allow for that.Â
Alan gave you a surprised look, then considered. Tohma slid closer, knowing what Alanâs decision would be before he made it. When they faced each other, you leaning back to give them room and have the best view, Tohma wrapped his hand around Alanâs neck and pulled him into a heated kiss. All tongue and power as they battled for dominance and sought each otherâs submission. Neither relented, and soon you were squeezing your thighs together, wanting to shift enough to grind against Alanâs hips.Â
What sound would he make into Tohmaâs eager mouth?Â
You debated too long and they parted for air, their eyes locked on each other like they still sized each other up in threat.Â
âAnd you, my dear?â Tohma asked, looking your way with wet lips. Both of you looked to Alan, who was flushed a deep shade of pink. He gave a curt nod for permission.Â
You shifted onto Alanâs hips like you considered before and heard a quiet but sharp intake of breath from him. Tohma grasped your chin, approaching you slower than he had Alan, to give both of you time to change your minds.Â
Tohma kissed you deep, curiously exploring while doing his best to make you swoon. He didnât try to vest power from you, he was competing with the last impression of lips on yours.Â
You fought not to moan into his kiss. He wasnât better or worse, but your man was under you while you kissed his rival, someone who had caught your eye since you met him. You shifted your hips, unwilling to hide how much this turned you on. You wanted Alan to be part of it too.Â
You pulled away from Tohma, lingering in his swimming eyes for a beat before turning back to Alan.Â
âAre you okay?â You asked. His expression was intense, but not unreadable. It helped that you felt his approval pressing into your backside.Â
âYeah.â Alan claimed your mouth again, passionate in a way no one else could be for you. One of your hands trailed up Tohmaâs thigh as he watched.Â
âWell, if we are all in agreement,â Tohma chimed in. âShall we make a group chat? We have a lot of catching up to do.âÂ
18+ Mdni - there's a lot of sex objects and kinks discussed. So maybe don't if you're itty bitty in the age committee
AN: This came up in a silly conversation with @liyasxaurora who had this brilliant idea of seeing how the ghouls would behave if they accompanied MC to an adult store. I am nearly in tears writing some of these XD Gonna release them 2 houses at a time <3
Frostheim and Vagastrom
Frostheim
Jin is in there in what he considers an incognito look (Sunglasses. Heâs wearing sunglasses indoors). He glues himself to the least offensive corner, which happens to be by a mannequin in a fuchsia fishnet body suit and purple strap on.Â
He deliberately avoids looking at the big purple floppy close to his face
Instead he people watches, making sure none of his house members or any other shoppers get weird around you
He distrusts Tohma the least so he tells Tohma to keep an eye on you when you go out of sight, behind aisles he doesnât want to go nearÂ
Is Jin actually interested in anything there? Not really. Heâs a hands and body kinda guy, willing to make restraints out of the clothes you were wearing before he got his hands on you
The one exception is the lingerie and costumes, but he considers whatâs in a common sex store beneath him. He wants custom, tailored, high quality. Even if it is going to end up on the floor in shreds after the first few minutes of foreplayÂ
Tohma stays a respectable distance away from you, but heâs far more invested in what catches your eye. Heâs taking mental notes, you can almost hear him scribbling away in his brain.Â
If heâs feeling bold enough, he might even hold what you pick up for you and ask questions about why that particular item appeals to you
If you want to try on some truly slutty heels, he will be at your service. All you have to do is sit, let him put it on, and do a test walk. Heâll take care of the rest.Â
In a way, dominant acts of service really appeals to him when it comes to you, and he canât resist that opportunity to kneel in front of you while still having you rely on him.Â
Heâs sure to face Jin and give a sickeningly smug smirk when he sees Jin scowling by the strap on mannequinÂ
He is personally interested in moderate bdsm gear. Silk ribbons and blindfolds, a riding crop and gloves. He likes to fuck in finer clothes than they offer, not sex suits per se, but he will take a second glance at a sleek black bodycon dress and some elegant heelsÂ
And Kaito, ohhh Kaito. Was dragged to the store kicking and screaming about how inappropriate it was for those Frostheim vultures (he thought it was Tohma or Jinâs idea) to take you to a place like thisÂ
When he heard it was your idea, repayment for a favor with Jin footing everyoneâs bill, he completely changed his tuneÂ
âWhoa, what a great idea! Umm, what are you going there for again?âÂ
âI need a new vibrator, some lingerie, shoes, a-â your list is lengthy and every item brings him one step closer to collapsingÂ
Heâs trying so hard not to picture you wearing and using all of those items right then and there, but he will definitely imagine it later, maybe when he has a new cheap masturbator if he can manage getting one discreetly, because he would die if you found out he masturbated (oh no, the horror)
When heâs actually in there, heâs like a kid in a candy store. A very nervous, sweaty kid who has never had sugar in his life but craves it like itâs his lifeline
He ends up darting off to the first thing that catches his eye and bounces around like a pinballÂ
Itâs probably up to you to explain the more advanced stuffÂ
âWhy are they selling chopsticks?âÂ
âThose are sounding rods,â you told him. When he cocked his head, you added âthey go up your urethra.âÂ
The horror - and a bit of curiosity - slowly dawns on him and he backs away from the âchopsticksâ to stumble toward something that doesnât give him phantom goosebumps and an existential crisisÂ
He also keeps looking Jinâs direction, but heâs not looking at Jin. Tohma eventually takes pity when Jin gets mad about being gawked at, and leads Kaito to the other strap ons
âNah man, Iâm good! Iâm cool! I donât even like that stuffâ Kaito glances at a picture of a model in a corset, the strap on and some cbt worthy heels and gulps. He immediately realizes heâs overwhelmed, sweaty, throbbing, and moseys much more timidly around the room, settling in the porn sectionÂ
Luca is mainly focused on keeping Kaito in check so he doesnât do anything too disruptive or inappropriate. He keeps his eyes to the ground as much as he can, his hands clasped in front of him (to hide his interest) but his attention does wander toward the costumes
His cheeks are hot the entire time, he cant believe youâre perusing all of these lewd items like it was a regular grocery storeÂ
That is not to say heâs judging you at all! Luca is far too much of a gentleman for that, he merely watches your confidence and interest with his own fascination, but at the same time he doesnât want to seem like heâs leering at youÂ
Also taking mental notes when you pick up an item to hand to Tohma (heâs a little jealous he didnât think of attending you first, despite not having faith in himself heâd be as composed as Tohma about it)
He does show outward interest when he finds the massage oils and flavored lubes, deeming those innocent enough
He thinks sweets and desserts are tied to romance, so he will pick up a sample pack to try, and some flavored condomsÂ
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Alan is stiffer than usual, in the uncomfortable sense. He doesnât know where to look, he doesnât know what to do with his hands, he doesnât know if he should stay close to you to protect you from anyone else who sees a cutie like you and makes an inappropriate offer, but he doesnât want to be too close and make you uncomfortable or like heâs snooping >,<Â
He just settles for this very awkward middle ground, fidgeting, being in the way and trailing far behind youÂ
He agreed to go with you into town, but this was an impromptu stop that you suggested and his silent vote of âare you serious why would we go there togetherâ was drowned out because, you know, he didnât voice it or show any emotion except a single hard blink to express his mild panicÂ
Heâs not a prude by any means, he sees sexuality as a part of health and self care for those who partake, but his sexuality hasnât been shared with anyone and he only hears locker room talk from the boys
He certainly hasnât been to a place like this, much less with a lady that he fancies
Once he remembers how to behave like a normal functioning human, he takes a look around. The lingerie and costumes are cute but donât hold his attention
He does suddenly stop in front of the dildos
And he just stares. Contemplates. Muses, if you will. Heâs looking at a massive, girthy dildo thats as big as his forearm AND fist. AND IT LITERALLY HAS A FIST ON THE END OF IT. Heâs a mixture of alarmed and⌠relievedÂ
That can actually fit in people? He was worried about his size and girth, but if that is possible (the damn thing was the size of a baby) then he really worried too much over nothing
âSee something you like?â Alan nearly jumped out of his skin when you sidled up behind him without him noticing and caught him staring at Mister Fister 9000.Â
âUm. Is this really⌠used by anyone?âÂ
âItâs pretty hardcore, but itâs possible. Never underestimate the bodyâs resilience and elasticity,â you nodded sagely.Â
âOh. Whatâs an ovipositor?â Why did he ask that? He didnât mean to ask that. He just blurted out the thing he saw that he didnât know what it was but in hindsight that was a terrible idea considering it was not only phallic but tentacle shaped as well
âYou know how you cum?â you asked too innocently
The longest silence stretched between you. You didnât amend the question either, or follow up until he responded. Alan clearly needed time to wrap his head around the idea.Â
âyeahâ
âIt does that, but instead of goo it cums eggs.â You made a circle with your thumb and forefinger, the size of a gumball.Â
ââŚâŚâŚâŚ. why?âÂ
âBecause itâs more filling. And you get to squeeze them out, which is fun and messy.â You shrugged. âI havenât tried one yet.âÂ
YET? O.O
You took the ovipositor off the shelf and checked the price. A little disappointed at how much of your budget it would eat up, you put it down.Â
Alan is currently disassociating, youâre free to leave him. Heâs not going anywhereÂ
Until his eyes catch a leather doggy pet play mask
His eyes light up a little and his blush gets a little darker. Breathing a little deeper. Thereâs also a leash and chest harness underneath it being worn by a muscled model and it just dawns on him. That could happen to me. I could wear that.Â
Heâs officially hit his horny brain capacity after that. He goes and sits down where you can try on shoes and waits for you to finish
He wants to check his wallet and bank account, and the price of that doggy mask and harness, but heâs too embarrassed to do it in front of you. Heâll come back. If he musters the courage.Â
Leo jumped at the idea when you suggested it. It was thanks to his insistence that you were even there, because you showed interest when you passed the shop by and made an offhand comment. As soon as he was inside, he was looking for people to judgeÂ
âWow, this place is for pervsâ he says while scooping up a collar that said âpuppyâ on it, a doggy tail plug and leash, a vibrating cock ring and telling the cashier to hold onto them for him
He knows what he likes. He likes switching, degrading, being degraded, bratting and puppy play and he keeps an eye out for anything that would help him with thatÂ
But he wonât give you the upper hand so he grabs all the things heâs interested in while youâre not looking, then quickly rejoins you to question and tease you about every selectionÂ
âWhatâre you gonna do with that, hm?â âIts a dildo, Leo. Iâm going to fuck it.â âWow, youâre literally a pervert.â âGrow the fuck up and get yourself something thatâll make you behave.âÂ
Leo perks up big time at the opportunity.Â
âWhatâs that, Honor Roll? Wanna make me behave? I donât think you have it in you.âÂ
âIf it was in me, I probably wouldnât feel it,â you shot back. Leo bites his lip, loving the degradation.Â
âYeah, well I would, so thatâs all that matters. Get some extra batteries or whatever.âÂ
âAre you admitting youâre shit in the sack?âÂ
âNo,â he answered too quick. How the hell did you get him on the defensive? Why were you, a normie, showing such a fun side and making him so hard?Â
He definitely saw you in a new light now, even if youâd always been mouthy and able to stand up to his manipulation
He imagined all kinds of kinky possibilities between the two of you now
Sho was the one who protested at the idea, but not too vehemently. He just scratched his head when you and Leo eagerly headed inside, and exchanged an uncertain look with Alan
Like Jin, he stayed in a corner he deemed safe. Heâs not into all those extra frills and toys
Just give him someone cute that he cares about and is as raring to go as he is and he has everything he needs.Â
He will peruse just to kill time, lingering a little longer on anything with studded leather, while being within earshot to make sure Leo isnât too hard on you
Sho feels like he should pretend he doesnât see what you pick up, but heâs mildly curious, and you were comfortable enough around him to do this openlyÂ
He ends up on the seats near Alan, like two bored and flustered boyfriends in the fitting room while their girls tried stuff on
âSoâŚâ he said.Â
âSoâŚâ Alan answered, glancing again at the colorful array of massive dildos. âBuncha stuff,â he said, gesturing vaguely to the merchandise.Â
âYup.â Sho added a little extra emphasis to make that p really pop.
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