fem reader x aventurine, sunday, jing yuan, blade + boothill ( seperate ) ; dry humping - grinding - thigh riding. teasing. aventurine cums in his pants at a little tenderness. petnames; my dear, sweetheart, darlin. exhibitonism - private casino booth. happy update. ₊ 𓂃 masterlist.
⭒ AVENTURINE
it was always so like aventurine to get himself a private booth in the casino - which left you both there alone once the table had cleared and he’d claimed the stakes. but you couldn’t help but love it, watching him bet and play, the adrenaline only serving to wind you up more and push you even closer to your lover with every win and every chip.
it was almost like a routine to celebrate his wins at this point, to end up with you in his lap when you’re finally both left with a little time to yourselves, when he’d drained his opponents pockets dry. it had started as something teasing, a little bet of your own to see who could hold out longer, but now it’s become seamless and both of you can’t bring yourselves to pull away as your bodies seem to roll into eachother in sync.
“am i making you anxious?” aventurine drawls as he places a kiss against the corner of your lips, following the sweet gesture by a particularly stuttered roll of his hips up into you as you straddle his lap.
“what gives you that idea?” your eyes flutter and you smile into the next kiss, one that you place so dearly against his lips as his ringed hands squeeze into your sides. anxious wasn’t exactly the word you’d use for the feeling he gave you, maybe more too hot, flustered, needy - when you feel the shaft of his cock graze sinfully against your clothed folds, he always had a talent for finding the sweet spots with little effort.. and a high payout.
“oh, nothing in particular. but let’s just say i’m more well acquainted with your reactions than most might suspect.” aventurine’s teasing you, you can tell by the way his pretty eyes narrow up at you as his lips twitch into a smirk. but still, you don’t want to break from him too soon - you’re quite comfortable where you are, bodies moving together as you rut and grind into eachothers embrace. you know you’re not alone in your lust, the room feels hot around you both and you can feel the effect the exchange has on the gambler beneath you with every connection of your hips.
you raise a brow, twisting your hips seductively as your thighs twitch around his and his touch is almost eager as he drags you back towards him, meeting your movements with a languid thrust of his own. “i could say the same thing about you.” you retort and he hums as he blinks up at you, holding you tight.
“and what gives you that confidence?” there’s a low timber to aventurine’s voice, like it’s a whisper shared between you both as the bulge of his slacks rolls through your clothed folds once more. it makes you gasp when the head grazes along the sensitive press of your clit.
but you know better than to try to explain to him with your words, so instead - you opt to play to your own strengths, following up the pleasurable press with an eager hump of your own as you gaze down at the gambler beneath you. you basically see the way his smirk seems to tremble and you can almost feel the way the warmth of having your cunt so close, and you, so needy, makes him throb through the fabric.
aventurine takes that as your answer when you make his hips stutter ever so slightly with the next sweet press of your hips flush against his. “h-hah, is that so, then what’s next? i have a few ideas in mind and i have plenty of means.” you know what hes getting at, you can feel it in the way his fingertips are almost leaving marks in your skin with how tight he’s holding you. he needs you, why else do you think he splurged on such a huge private booth? the table is particularly big in the one he choose afterall.
he looks particularly handsome when he leans in a little closer, lips ghosting yours like he’s going to close the distance for a kiss but you know better than to take that gamble. he’s testing your need for him, wondering if you’ll close the distance first or if you’ll opt to tease him a little longer. you can imagine his surprise when you choose to instead trace your fingers up the dip of his shoulders before you’re cupping his cheeks gently, then giving him another languid grind of your hips against his cock.
“maybe i wanna stay like this, just a little longer if you can handle it?” you pout cutely and aventurine huffs before he rests back in his seat again, unknowingly leaning into the soft press of your palms against his cheeks as he smiles up at you.
“hm, please- you drive a hard bargain, but i’m always willing to take a gamble. it’ll be a piece of cake.” the gambler smirks as he rolls up into you, like he’s playing you at your own game - so determined to make you feel so good you’ll be begging for him to go further and you feed into it, rocking your body with his. “afterall, wheres the fun without a little risk?”
although, there’s something different about your movements suddenly. aventurine can almost feel how wet you are even between the thin fabric separating you both - but he can only focus on the way your thumbs are brushing gently along his cheekbones from where you’re still cupping his face. your thrusts have turned to a more intimate, slower pace in his lap and he feels himself almost melt when you blink down at him to coo.
“plus.. you’re kind of cute like this.” you smile sweetly and the blonde beneath you feels something sensitive twitch in his cock when it’s followed by a genuine look. he almost feels himself flush, gazing up at you adoringly before he’s trying to play it off with a chuckle and a playful pinch at your hips.
“you think i’m that weak to flattery?” he retorts, goads as his expression changes to something unreadable like a pokerface almost, his chances of losing were greater than he once thought. but they seem to melt away all at once when with your next languid, slow grind of your pussy along his clothed cock - you kiss him softly, tenderly along his cheeks as you press gently at his face between your palms.
“no, i just think you deserve it sometimes.”
it’s sudden, the rush of tender bliss that seems to race through aventurine as he curls up from beneath you and he cums with a surprised grunt. his sudden orgasm catches you both off guard as his hips jerk and twitch below you in the booth, urging him forward to bury himself into the crook of your neck as he rides out his high with a low, dreamy moan of your name. you hold him, until he’s hissing and holding you still above him and you decide to let the silence linger between you both for a few moments until he’s caught his breath.
you opt to brush your fingers through his hair until you hear him chuckle and he’s finally pulling back to give you another pretty, dazed look - hissing at the sudden realisation of the mess he’s left in his expensive outfit. but still, he smiles.
“hah, it seems i’ve ended up indebted to you, hm? how about we settle the score.”
⭒ SUNDAY
opportunities like this were presented to you more times than not, and part of you almost considered that maybe it was deliberate on sunday’s part. that maybe he would deliberately welcome you to curl up on his lap or on his thigh while he sat and busied himself with paperwork or other responsibilities. it’s like he was testing the sort of person you were, the sort of self control that you held or maybe he just opted to do it so he could cover up his own insatiable need for you.
but you often found yourself meeting his gaze despite the way his eyes should really be on his desk, on his notes and his attention alone was always enough to make you feel suddenly warm beneath your skin. especially when it is accompanied by the gentle touch of his fingers along the length of your spine, tracing down to your thigh before he’s squeezing and you don’t notice the way his lips tilt only slightly into a subtle smile when he watches your lips part. you were so easy to tease that he found it quite magnificent.
“you seem to be enjoying yourself.” sunday hums as he gives you a lidded, drowsy sort of look, his tone is almost mocking - a chuckle that carries not an ounce of humour but still, you feel it drip through your spine to aid your next mindless grind against his thigh. thankfully, your lover had finished his responsibilities for the day so there was no need for him to keep up appearances given how immaculate he would normally present. but that only gives you free reign to soak the expensive fabric of his slacks as you bump and grind your pussy along his thigh. “then again, i could say the same for myself.. watching you is quite mesmerising indeed.”
but still, the croon of his voice makes you anxiously needy as you continue your ministrations so shamelessly, soaking the fabric as you try to hide your face in the crook of your lovers neck - feeling the trace of his wings tickle your cheeks as you do. “can you help me already?” your lips tremble against his skin and you feel the way it makes the feathers against you shiver pleasurably as his fingers squeeze at your hips.
“ah, forgive my negligence. but you seem to be doing quite impressively on your own, wouldn’t you agree, sweetheart?” the petname seems to drip from between sunday’s lips, a certain hunger present that trembles beneath the usual soft tone of his voice as his amber gaze watches the way your hips work. “i think you’re worthy offer such praise..” the intoxicating grind against his clothed skin and the way your thighs squeeze and twitch around his thigh everytime you so much as graze your clit is truly a sight. he chuckles as your hips shake with your next particularly harsh grind.
“i mean.. look at the mess you’ve made. are you going to tell me that i’m wrong?” you feel yourself burn hot at his words as a sweet mewl of his name falls from your lips. you can barely form sentences with the way he’s deliberately tensing the muscles in his thigh, each ministration in time with every needy twitch of your hips like it’s a means to emphasise his point.
sunday’s trying to push you to the edge as he fills you with nothing but dizzying thoughts of himself and the pleasure that only he can provide for you. “it’s not very polite to act so spoiled, but you would never act as such, would you?” he twists his head towards you gently with his next statement, deliberately letting his lips trail along your cheek despite the accusation and he feels the way it makes you tense - it makes him throb at the same time.
“n..no, but it’s just, i need more— please!” but still, you’re desperate as you pull back to look at him - the mere sight of you like this almost has his facade crumbling, but he can’t help but admire you when you look so fucked out and starry eyed. your lips are pouty from being bitten between your teeth and despite how much he likes to front that he’s in complete control - something tells you that he’s having a harder time holding back than he’ll ever admit. you think maybe the bulge in his slacks is proof enough of that.
“is that so?” sunday’s fingers squeeze almost too tight in your skin as he tries to keep a hold on himself but he’s far too entranced by you now. he’s trying to take back control, dragging you along his slacks with messy, eager movements but you’re writhing above him with every saccharine hump of your hips. until the next grind of your pussy grazes your thigh along the shaft of his clothed cock and it’s almost instinct the way he pulls you closer, carnal need twisting in his stomach as he leans into press searing kisses along your jawline.
his voice is wound up tight as he hisses through his teeth, burying his words into your skin but his movements are almost too fast as he begins to pull eagerly at the waistband of his slacks.
“w-well, i guess i’ll have to agree, it seems i’ve tormented you long enough.. so allow me to offer you proper compensation, my dear.”
⭒ JING YUAN
it was hard to resist the warmth of jing yuan’s lap whenever it was offered to you, finding yourself crawling into it whenever the opportunity would arise considering how huge and comfy the general was. sometimes he even much preferred to have you wrapped up there after a long day, although he did find it terribly hard to deny you when you were already so close.
“what’s the rush, my dear?” he chuckles from his place beneath you, fingers squeezing at the skin of your hips as your own hands try to needily grab at the intricate buckle of his pants. he was simply just enjoying having you like this for now, little effort but always just as beautiful as he easily drags and grinds your needy, clothed pussy against his own clothed cock. you can feel the heavy weight of him straining against the fabric and it only seems to make you want him even more.
“i can’t wait any longer.” you pout and jing yuan finds it to be quite intoxicating as he watches the way your damp panties seem to be soaking the fabric of his uniform slacks, a mixture of your slick only proving how eager you are to have all of him with every needy swirl of your hips. “it feels so good.”
“mm, that it is. but the only way to build momentum is to work slowly, i think that same principle applies here. wouldn’t you agree?” another lazy drawl and you reply with another pout.
you could never decide whether the general was deliberately teasing you or if it was just part of his personality - but one thing is for certain and that was that he enjoys working you up before he finally takes you. his eyes glint up at you as his huge hands on your hips squeeze and his chest bounces as he huffs. “hah, and have i ever left you to be unsatisfied?” the question is easily answered but he really does like you like this - needy and breathless while you grab and cling to his broad shoulders, babbling out mantras of his name as your hips try to take a pace that’s a little faster than the lazier one he’s set.
“no but.. i need more, you’ve been working so much. if you’re gonna tease me, just quit moving completely.” you breathe as you roll your hips languidly in jing yuan’s lap and it makes his own thighs twitch as you grind your body almost convincingly. the intoxicating movement makes him groan, ragged and low before it’s cut off by another breathless croon of a laugh as he exhales his next breath along the jawline.
his lips press against your skin, followed softly by his teeth. “i suppose it is my fault, i didn’t realise i was leaving you in such a dire situation, my dear.” his fingers only seem to grab your tighter now, taking completely control as he drags you along the intricate ridges and ribs of his uniform. his movements are messy and eager, taking a pace thats a little faster compared to his otherwise lazy, slow one a moment ago.
the new one has you crumbling with every eager swipe of your sensitive clothed clit along the outline of jing yuan’s thick cock, you’re so sensitive you can almost feel every ridge - feeling it through every nerve in your body as you try hard to meet the pace hes set. it almost feels like he’s deliberately making it impossible for you to keep up but still, your movements feel so in-sync with his - like your body was truly made to be wrapped up in him.
“p-please, more.” the blissful feeling of the close proximity makes you feel lightheaded as your chest squeeze tight against the generals, you feel his next breathe against the heightened nerves in your neck when he smears you in kisses. his muscled arms are tight when they opt to wrap completely around your waist to pull you flush against him, pinning you to him as his hips rut into yours with rough, long thrusts.
“why, ofcourse. but didn’t you want me to stop just a mere moment ago? it seems your opinion has changed now that you’re suddenly s-so close.” jing yuan’s words albeit teasing earn him another sinful swirl of your hips as your thighs almost shake at either end of him. he’s finding it hard to keep composure himself when he groans into his next kiss against your throat, you can basically feel the way he’s dangerously close to making a mess of his uniform and he has no plan to stop until you’re doing the same.
“hmph- allow me to apologise to you for my absence, and i can guarantee you will be quite pleased with the offering, my dear.”
⭒ BLADE
it wasn’t often that you and blade got this needy and normally it wouldn’t take long for the stellaron hunter to have ripped his way beneath your clothes as soon as he was hit with a craving for you. but you can’t help but find yourself a little curious to see how long he would actually be able to hold out if you decided to keep your body from him a little longer. although you’re well aware of his impatience.
his hands are rough as he squeezes tightly at the skin of your waist, keeping your hips pinned against his own as he fucks his hips up into you, grinding his clothed cock along the soft warmth of your folds - like a warning of what’s to come. you would say the encounter started innocently, but you know that as soon as you make your way into your lovers lap as he sits on the edge of his mattress - it’s about to be anything but as soon as his hands make their way to your body.
but on that same note, blade always had a good tell of knowing exactly what you want given how many times you’ve ended up in this same scenario, and you can tell it’s getting to him as he licks into your mouth with a hunger that’s evident in the way he’s pushing groans between your lips. he was someone who never liked to waste time, especially when he can feel how warm you are - humping and grinding yourself against the bulge in his slacks but still, when he pulls away to almost too eagerly rip you from your clothes, you still manage to stop him quickly before he can.
“wait, can we do this a little longer?” you gasp as you disconnect and you hear the way your request makes your lover groan almost grumpily - but still, he opts to not go any further as his hands return to their place on your hips and his lips to your own.
but blade’s touch is different now, it’s fuelled with impatience and lust that your denial has left him with, you can almost feel every throb of his cock as it thickens beneath you despite the layers of fabric separating you both. the ease that he controls you with is almost second nature and you find it easy to relinquish control over to him when he’s suddenly switching your positions to press you into the mattress beneath you both, huge body pushing between your thighs as his kisses turn to something rough and full of teeth.
his impatience is obvious in the way he’s rutting down into you, teeth nipping eagerly at your lower lip as his clothed cock grinds greedily against the doughy space between your thighs. even when you’re both clothed, he’s beginning a pace that has your body jolting - leaving you to gasp and shake beneath him despite the way you’re the one denying yourself. you almost feel like you’ve made a mistake, that maybe you should’ve just let him fuck you because now you crave it, but the pleasure that quickly consumes your mind is hard to resist anyway as your eyes threaten to roll back with every blink. “f-fuck—“ you gasp, punched out as his hips clap into yours and you hear him grunt at the sweet sound your voice makes.
“tsk. are you satisfied now?” blade murmurs against the wet press of your lips and you opt to open your eyes to give him a lidded look before he pulls away to groan lowly. there’s a sort of glow to your gaze that gives away your plan especially when you’re giggling as he gives you a second to breathe.
“maybe-“ you drawl, deliberately sweet and airy and your grumpy lovers reaction to it is almost animalistic when his large hands on your hips only seem to squeeze even tighter, convincing you he’s trying to leave a mark as his hips rut you into the mattress. every grind feels like it knocks the air out of you, the stimulation on your clothed clit is suddenly making your toes curl and despite the way this was your idea - you can’t stop the way your hands are suddenly pulling at the intricacies of his clothes as you rush to strip him of the fabric.
blade picks up on that, on your need before his hands are quickly rushing to tear at the layers separating him from your pussy.
“as i thought. let me take you now.”
⭒ BOOTHILL
“you’re a natural, huh, darlin’?” boothill grins at you from where he’s got you trapped straddling his lap, tipping up his hat so he can truly admire you in this needy, breathless state as you grind yourself against the cool metal of his thigh. “bet you’ve never had a man like this before, right?” it wasn’t fair, you just wanted him to fuck you but instead you’re left doing this - eagerly humping yourself against the ribs and bolts of the steel beneath you. but somehow, you can’t find it in yourself to stop when he praises you.
“i mean.. look at ya.” the cyborg beneath you chuckles before his words are followed by a playful smack at your ass, easing your movements and making you whine when it only serves to ignite the pleasure that’s making your nerves already scream. part of you wants to be embarrassed, but given your lovers special sort of anatomy - you can’t deny that the pleasure you’re able to get from simply just this is unmatched as you grind yourself into him.
you feel the cold press of boothill’s palm squeeze roughly at your ass as he offers you a little help; dragging you lightly along the metal of his thigh as he deliberately urges your clit against the ribbed parts of the steel. your thighs tremble, burning slightly between the friction and your efforts but his eyes only seem to glow when he takes you in - this was amusing for him, he wishes he could feel the way you’d be soaking against real skin.
“you gettin’ tired? i could help you out if ya wanna ask real nicely.” another smirk and you can feel the way he’s teasing you as he bounces his leg - like he’s urging you to beg for his assistance as you feel the flames of your orgasm creep and warm along your limbs. you’re so close, but you’re tired and you’re not sure how much longer you can keep up these movements - unlike your lover who’s stamina was endless, he knows this is a deal that you could never deny.
but you’re past trying to retain your dignity as your hands reach up to wrap around boothill’s shoulders, pushing yourself closer until your tits are pressed against his chest, convincingly so you can begin your sweet little plea. “please, help me.. i wanna cum.” you tremble as you exhale against the rangers ear and you hear him whistle before he’s giving you another pat on the ass. he shifts slightly and the albeit small movements makes sure to trace sinfully between the clothed folds of your cunt before both of his hands are grabbing at your ass to squeeze.
the sudden pace he sets is hard for you to upkeep as he spreads his thighs a little wider, offering you more space before he’s quickly beginning an almost inhumane pace as he drags your pussy along the ribs and bolts of the metal you’re straddling. your lips part and you mewl, like music to his ears despite the way you’re only a few swipes in and you always found it to be incredible the way he was able to expertly work his way around a human body despite the lack of his own. “hm, there we go. such a sweet lil thing, aint cha?”
boothill purrs as he gives you a wink, feeling the way your hips are tensing and rutting beneath the press of his palms - it’s like you’re trying to run from the pleasure while welcoming it all the same and he loves it. he can hear the way you’re whining in time with every movement, every press against the sensitive bud of your clit and as much as he wishes to see you spread out around the ribs of his metal cock - he thinks seeing the way you soak through your own panties when you cum on his thigh will be even more rewarding.
so for a reward like that - he takes a pace that’s a little faster, rougher as he bounces his thigh up into your hips, admiring the way you ride him so expertly as he keeps you in place above him. although every grind only seems to push you closer to your orgasm and threatens to have you collapsing against him as he eagerly drinks you up.
“you better hold on tight, darlin’ - i ain’t nowhere near done.”
