Vince

they/it — nsfw + sfw

[taking-a-cupcake]

small introduction

helloo!!

my name is vin, i go by they/it pronouns but i really dont mind she/him

medias i post about:

enstars, okegom, danganronpa, genshin, and bsd

+ more, but i write more about the listed medias, its also because they are my top fixations

i write for both SFW and NSFW

masterlist

[taking-a-cupcake]

— Up down !!!

— pairing : Keeho [P1H], Jiho [Ampies], fem!reader

— details : nsfw, hair pulling, protection [wrap it before you tap it], threesome, dom!keeho, dom!jiho, size kink, degration, praising, spanking, orgasm denial, idk just some freaky shit [lmk if im missing anything], without a plot

“Put your mouth on him. Show me how good you suck that fucking cock.”

Keeho’s voice is a low, demanding growl in your ear, his fingers tight in your hair. You don’t need to be told twice. Not with Jiho’s thick, flushed dick bobbing right in front of your face, the head leaking precum onto the hotel bedspread.

You lean forward, your own arousal a slick, aching throb between your legs, and wrap your lips around him.

Fuck. He’s so big. The taste of salt and clean skin floods your mouth as you take him deeper, your tongue working along the sensitive vein on the underside. Jiho lets out a choked groan, his own hand coming up to fist in your hair alongside Keeho’s.

“That’s it. Just like that. Your mouth is so fucking perfect,” Jiho grits out, his hips giving a tiny, involuntary thrust.

You moan around him, the vibration making him curse. Behind you, Keeho’s hands are everywhere. One slides down your back, over the curve of your ass, giving it a sharp, stinging slap that makes you jerk forward, taking Jiho even deeper into your throat. The other hand pushes your shirt up, his thumb finding your nipple through the lace of your bra and pinching, rolling it until it’s a hard, painful peak.

“You love this, don’t you?” Keeho murmurs, his lips against your shoulder. “Our good little slut. Can’t wait to get us alone after the show. Wanted this all fucking day.” His words are pure filth, and they send a fresh rush of wetness soaking through your panties. You nod desperately, your movements on Jiho’s cock becoming sloppier, hungrier.

You pull off with a wet pop, gasping for air. “I wanted… I wanted both of you. The second the encore ended.” Your voice is ragged.

Jiho’s eyes are dark with lust. He uses his grip on your hair to guide you back to his cock, tapping it against your lips. “Then stop talking and get back to work. I wanna feel that throat fucking milk me.”

You obey, swallowing him down again. This time, Keeho’s hands go to the waistband of your leggings, yanking them and your soaked panties down to your thighs in one rough motion. The cool air of the hotel room hits your exposed skin, followed immediately by the searing heat of his palm cupping your cunt. “Jesus, you’re dripping,” he says, voice thick with awe. He drags two fingers through your folds, collecting your wetness, before bringing them to your mouth. “Taste how fucking desperate you are for us.”

You suck his fingers clean, your eyes locked on Jiho’s as you do it. Keeho chuckles, a dark, satisfied sound, and pushes you forward until you’re braced over Jiho’s lap, your ass in the air.

“Look at that pretty cunt,” Jiho says, his cock now nudging against your lips again. “All pink and open for us. Keeho, you gonna fuck her, or just stare?”

Keeho doesn’t answer with words. You hear the rustle of his pants, the tear of a condom wrapper, a quick, practiced sound. Then the broad, blunt head of his cock is pressing against your entrance, and you hold your breath.

He sinks into you in one long, slow, unbearable thrust. He’s so big, stretching you so perfectly full, you see stars. A broken scream tears from your throat, muffled by Jiho’s dick.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Keeho grunts, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. He pulls back and slams home again, setting a punishing rhythm right from the start. Each drive of his hips pushes you forward onto Jiho’s cock, forcing you to take him deeper into your throat. You’re being used, filled at both ends, and the overwhelming sensation is fucking euphoric.

Keeho leans over you, his chest pressed to your back. His hand slides around your throat, not squeezing, just holding, a dominant claim. “You take my dick so good, baby. You’re such a good fucking hole for me.” His other hand snakes between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight, frantic circles.

The dual stimulation is too much, too fast. Your orgasm starts to coil, a tight, urgent spring low in your belly. You whimper around Jiho, your body trembling.

“Uh-uh,” Jiho says, sensing it. He pulls his hips back, dragging his cock almost all the way out of your mouth. “You don’t get to come yet. Not until we say you can.” His denial is a hot shock, and the budding climax recedes, leaving you aching and desperate.

Keeho’s thrusts become sharper, more erratic. “Switch,” he pants.

In a fluid, coordinated move, they maneuver you. Keeho pulls out, leaving you empty and gasping. Jiho lays back, and Keeho lifts you, guiding you to straddle Jiho’s hips. You sink down onto Jiho’s thick cock with a sobbing moan, the stretch different, just as intense. God, he’s so deep.

Keeho stands at the edge of the bed, his own dick glistening. He grips your chin. “Open.” You do, and he feeds his cock into your mouth, fucking your face with shallow, steady thrusts.

You’re a blissful, overstimulated mess, bouncing on Jiho, sucking Keeho, completely at their mercy.

Jiho’s hands spank your ass, the sharp slaps mixing with the filthy, wet sounds of sex. “Fuck, you ride me so good. Your pussy’s gripping me like a fucking vise.”

Keeho pulls out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting his tip to your lips. “You want more, baby? You want us both?”

You can only nod, your vision blurry with pleasure. “Please… please, I need it.”

They move again. Jiho stays on his back. Keeho lies beside him, and they guide you to kneel over Keeho, lowering yourself onto his waiting cock.

You feel the slick head of his dick, still wet from your pussy, pressing insistently against your other, tighter hole.

“Breathe out, pretty girl,” Jiho whispers, his voice gentle despite the filthy intent. You exhale shakily, and he pushes.

The stretch is immense, burning, overwhelming. You’re so full you can’t think, can’t speak. Keeho’s cock in your pussy, Jiho’s slowly fucking into your ass. It’s a deep, consuming fullness that borders on pain and tips right into mind-numbing pleasure.

“Holy shit,” Keeho breathes beneath you, watching your face. “Look at you. Taking both of us. Our perfect, filthy girl.”

They find a rhythm, a slow, rocking counterpoint that makes you feel every inch of them. Jiho’s hand wraps in your hair, pulling your head back. Keeho’s thumbs rub your clit in time with their thrusts. The pleasure builds again, higher and more terrifying than before, almost like a tsunami threatening to break.

“Can I… please, can I come?” you beg, your voice a ragged thread.

“Not yet,” Keeho says, his own control fraying. “Just a little more. Take it.”

They fuck you harder, deeper. The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping, their guttural groans, your choked sobs of pleasure.

You’re right on the edge, hovering, begging with every ragged breath as Jiho’s pace stutters. “Fuck, I’m close..” He says

“Do it,” Keeho commands, his hips pistoning up into you.

With a ragged shout, Jiho buries himself to the hilt, his body going rigid against your back. You feel the hot, rhythmic pulses of his orgasm deep inside you, and it’s the final trigger.

Your own climax detonates, a hot explosion that tears through every nerve. You scream, your pussy clamping down wildly on Keeho’s cock as you convulse around him.

The intense, rippling contractions are too much for Keeho. With a final, brutal thrust, he shouts your name and comes, his release flooding the condom inside you.

For a long moment, there is only the sound of heavy breathing and the sticky, humid heat of three bodies intertwined. Jiho carefully pulls out of you, and you collapse forward onto Keeho’s chest, utterly spent.

Keeho’s hand strokes your sweat-damp hair. “Fuck,” he says, his voice hoarse. “You were incredible.”

Jiho collapses beside you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “The best.”

You’re floating, boneless, completely ruined. But as your heartbeat begins to slow, you feel Keeho’s semi-hard cock twitch beneath you. Jiho’s hand slides down your spine, over the curve of your ass.

Keeho’s lips curve into a wicked smile against your forehead. “You think we’re done with you?”

[taking-a-cupcake]

please bring back the enstars smaus….

[taking-a-cupcake]

Hai hai can u req Met (okegom ^_^) x fem(obvi) reader going on a cute date! Hope this is good enough cuz I don’t have any ideas rn ヽ(；▽；)ノ

met x fem!reader fluff ^_^

you’re both on a date

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You arrive at a garden, your heart fluttering with excitement. You spot Met sitting on a bench waiting for you, looking absolutely radiant in the afternoon sun. She sees you and waves, a smile lighting up her face.

'Hey!' she calls out, standing up — or floating to greet you. You walk over, taking in her floral print dress-shirt and jean shorts; and the way her hair catches the light.

'Hi,' you say, your voice barely above a whisper. You're suddenly nervous, but in the best way possible.

Met takes your hand and leads you deeper into the garden. 'I thought we could pick some flowers and make flower crowns,' she says, gesturing to the rows of blooms surrounding you.

Together, you wander through the garden, selecting the perfect flowers for your crowns. Met chats animatedly about the different varieties and how they each have their own unique meanings. You listen, enraptured, as she tells you about her love for nature and the peace it brings her.

As you gather flowers, Met reaches out and tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. 'You're so beautiful,' she says, her voice soft and sincere. You blush, feeling your cheeks heat up.

With your arms full of flowers, you head back to the bench and begin to weave them into crowns. Met shows you how to twist the stems together and add in smaller flowers for added detail. The process is meditative, and you find yourself lost in the moment, completely at ease with Met by your side.

Once your crowns are complete, you both place them on your heads and admire each other. 'You look like a fairy queen,' Met says, giggling, her eyes shining with admiration. You can't help but agree – she looks absolutely magical.

You decide to take a break and have a picnic. Met has packed a spread of delicious snacks – cheese and crackers, grapes, and a bottle of sparkling water. You sit on a blanket under a tree and enjoy the food, chatting and laughing as you eat.

At one point, Met reaches over and takes your hand, entwining her fingers with yours. You look at her, surprised but delighted. She smiles at you, her eyes full of warmth.

'I'm so glad we did this,' she says, squeezing your hand.

'Me too,' you reply, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you.

As the afternoon wears on, you and Met continue to relax and enjoy each other's company. You talk about everything – your hopes and dreams, your fears and insecurities. It feels like you've known each other forever, and you're grateful for the connection you share.

Eventually, Met leans in and kisses you. It's a soft, gentle kiss – the kind that makes your heart flutter and your toes curl. You kiss her back, feeling a sense of warmth and ease.

[taking-a-cupcake]

i hope fyodor explodes

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would it be weird if i wrote about indigo park

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i got arlecchino

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hi.. can you write fingering please, i don't care who or what media anymore i just need fingering and i'm too lazy to write myself help... i'm thirsty for fingering please.. ALSO CAN U TAG ME IN IT ? @kikosamus ! (in case you write for a media i don't check the tag for i only check for bsd and sometimes enstars and genshin, idk anything about okegom and danganronpa though!)

… todays actually ur lucky day, i have a dazai one in my drafts already…. IM SO SORRY IF ITS BAD

@kikosamus

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dazai and fem!reader

content warnings: fingering, overstimulation, fwb kinda or you can imagine it as an established relationship

Dazai pushes you gently onto his desk, his hands quickly finding their way beneath your pants. You gasp as his fingers brush against your inner thighs, sending shivers throughout your body.

'Wait- Someone might walk in,' you manage to say, as Dazai's fingers move closer to your core.

'Don't worry about that, dear, everyone’s out besides us,' he replies, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You let out a moan as his fingers rub against your folds.

Dazai continues to tease you, making you squirm and moan. 'Do you like that?' he asks, a very obvious smirk on his lips.

You can only nod, unable to form words as he begins to rub your clit. The pleasure is almost unbearable, and you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge with each touch.

Dazai pulls his fingers away. He smirks at the sight before him and without warning, his fingers plunge into you.

'Fuck,' you cry out, arching your back as he begins to pump his fingers in and out of you. The feeling is indescribable, and you can feel the rush of pleasure coursing through your entire body.

Dazai's fingers move expertly, hitting just the right spot each time and pushing you closer to the brink. 'You're so wet for me,' he whispers, his hot breath on your ear.

'Please, don't stop,' you beg, your mind consumed with the overwhelming pleasure.

Dazai's fingers quicken their pace, and you can feel your muscles tightening in anticipation of your release. With one final thrust of his fingers, you explode, your body convulsing with your orgasm.

But Dazai doesn't stop there, his fingers continuing to move within you and prolonging your orgasm. 'I'm not done with you yet,' he murmurs, a devilish grin on his face.

You can't even process his words as another wave of pleasure washes over you. Your body is hypersensitive, and every touch from Dazai's fingers sends you spiraling into ecstasy.

'Please, I can't take anymore,' you pant, your body shaking with overstimulation.

But Dazai doesn't listen, his fingers still working magic on your sensitive clit. He knows exactly how to push you to the edge and beyond, and you can feel yourself building towards yet another orgasm.

As you reach your peak once again, Dazai leans down and captures your lips in a searing kiss. The fusion of pleasure and his lips on yours is enough to send you over the edge for the third time, and you collapse onto the desk, completely spent.

Dazai's fingers slowly withdraw from your quivering core, and he pulls you into his arms, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

It was odd to do that in a public area but oh well.

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ivan (alien stage) x fem!reader smut

he eats u out ig

As Ivan lays you down on the soft sheets of the bed, his warm breath tickles your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You can feel the anticipation building up inside of you as he holds your legs apart and kisses his way up your inner thighs. You can already feel the heat between your legs as he slowly trails his tongue up your folds, making you moan in pleasure.

'You taste so sweet,' he whispers against your skin, sending more tingles through your body. He uses his fingers to spread your folds apart, revealing your throbbing clit. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he flicks his tongue against it, making you arch your back and let out a loud moan.

His tongue works wonders, tracing circles around your clit before dipping down to your entrance, teasingly tapping against it. You grip the sheets tightly as he continues to tease you, making your body ache with need. Finally, he gives in and plunges his tongue deep inside of you, causing your entire body to tremble with pleasure.

'Fuck, Ivan,' you cry out, your fingers tangling in his hair as he continues to devour you. His skilled tongue knows exactly how to touch you, sending waves of pleasure through your body. He licks and sucks at your wetness, driving you wild with desire.

'Moan my name, baby,' he demands, sending vibrations through your core as he picks up his pace. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, unable to hold back any longer.

'Ivan, oh god,' you moan, your hips bucking against his face as you finally reach your climax. He continues to lick and suck, prolonging your orgasm and making you feel like you're on cloud nine.

As you lay there, panting and recovering from your mind-blowing orgasm, Ivan looks up at you with a proud smirk on his face.

'You taste even better than I imagined,' he praises, crawling up to kiss you passionately. You can taste yourself on his lips, making the moment even more intimate and satisfying.

'I could eat you out all day,' he whispers, his hand reaching down to stroke your thigh. You can't help but let out a giggle, feeling completely satisfied and loved in that moment.

Ivan once again proves to be the master of pleasure, leaving you a quivering mess and craving more of his touch. And with a knowing smile, he promises to give you just that.

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i need… more… fem dazai or fyodor content…..😭😭

[remlionheart]

Sex, Money, Feelings, Die (part two)

* ˚ ✦ MDNI ✦˚ *

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ask and you shall receive ~ you guys wanted more, so here it is! 𓆩♡𓆪 thank u so much for all the love on this ♡ i didn't expect my first shot at Chuuya to gain so much traction but i'm really glad it did (he's just soooo ♡‿♡ u know?) hope you like a good slowburn bc buckle up, heavy "we shouldn't be doing this" vibes, Chuuya would honestly be the most arrogant yet easy to break dom because of how badly he wants to please you and you can't convince me otherwise, porn with a plot, 5.6k words. this fic once again had me swooning and gnawing at the bars of my enclosure writing it so pls lemme know whatcha think, also big shoutout to @bratbby333 for helping me edit this ღ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ♡ here's part one if you're new here ♡

You stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror with a sigh, tugging at the neck of your shirt. It was late August, 90 degrees outside, and you were on day three of wearing a turtleneck.

You felt like you were attending a funeral in your black top, black heels, and black tennis skirt - but it was all you had left. You'd already worn your other patterned and pleated options earlier in the week. Already paired each stifling hot sweater with the nicest necklaces you had to make them look more business casual than walk-of-shame.

But no matter how nonchalant you'd tried to seem about your sudden change in wardrobe, it was impossible to ignore the curious stares you'd been getting. The suspicious glances from Akutagawa who just a few days ago could barely even look in your direction without tripping over his own feet. There was a palpable sense of skepticism that followed you and it only seemed to get worse with each high-collared shirt you wore.

You let out another sharp exhale, surveying yourself one last time before heading back to your office. You were busy trying to decide on which expletive you were going to spend the next 7 hours cross-stitching when you rounded the corner, a sudden rush of warmth spreading across your face as a pair of cerulean eyes locked with yours.

Out of all the looks you'd gotten recently, his were by far the hardest to avoid.

Time seemed to slow as you passed him. A subtle but taunting smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth while he continued his conversation with Mori. Something about his upcoming assignment in Osaka and how it'd require him to be gone for at least two weeks.

You disappeared into your office, closing the door behind you as you took a seat and diligently began working on a new project.

Your thread kit had become invaluable over the last few days. It wasn't just a way to pass time anymore - it was an escape. A tool you used to steer your thoughts away from the one place that they kept relentlessly trying to wander back to.

Since the announcement of his solo mission, there'd hardly been a chance for you to see Chuuya outside of the lingering glances you'd exchange in passing. Mori had been keeping close tabs on him, constantly barging in and out of his office to go over the details of his assignment. You tried to remind yourself that it was probably for the best. That the safest thing you could do was keep what had happened between the two of you a onetime fling and nothing more.

It hadn't mattered in the moment how careless you'd both been when you assumed that you'd never see him again, but now that your time here had been extended, you were quickly realizing how critical it was to keep your wits about you. Up until arriving at Port Mafia, you'd barely been skating by. Living off of a dwindling savings account and more often than not having to choose between dinner or rent.

The first check you received from Mori alone was more than you made all of last year working as a barista. You knew that this sort of opportunity would never come again. That it was absolutely fleeting and subject to change at any given moment, but that's what made keeping it for as long as you could so important. The money you were making now would put you through college. It would grant you a future that didn't involve debt. A sense of stability that you never would've had otherwise.

You had no choice but to lay low, for real this time.

You moved your tapestry needle with ease, adding small, strategically placed hearts around the words, "choke me" as you stretched out your legs with a yawn.

The coffee they had here wasn't nearly as good as the coffee you'd usually get from the cafe down the street, but you decided it was better than nothing as you set your cross-stitch pad on your desk and ventured down the hallway.

For as dangerous as this place was, there was still an odd allure of normalcy about it. There were mundane things like work meetings and fax machines and a breakroom that stayed stocked with beverages and snacks. If it weren't for the people that worked here, this truly would be just another business building in downtown Yokohama.

Your suede pumps tapped against the tile as you entered the breakroom, grabbing a k-cup out of the drawer and popping it into the machine before walking over to the cabinet. Despite the three-inch heels you were wearing, you still had to resort to using your tiptoes to reach the mug you wanted.

Your waist leaned into the counter, your arm reaching as high as it could go when your entire body suddenly froze.

You felt him before you heard him, a pair of gloved hands stealthily gripping around your hips. He rested his head on your shoulder, his breath sending chills along your skin as it broke through the barrier of your shirt and danced across the nape of your neck. He pulled you in closer, your ass meeting the firmness of his growing bulge while his palm slowly drifted up past your skirt and brushed against your inner thigh.

"You know you can't ignore me forever, right?" It was posed as a question but held the weight of a threat with the tantalizing way he touched you.

Your pulse raced, heat gathering at your center as he began to toy with the lacy outline of your underwear. His fingers were dangerously close to where you wanted them and where you knew they shouldn't be. Where they couldn't be if you wanted to stay here.

It was cruel irony that just last week it had been him who was trying so hard to keep himself together and now you were somehow the one struggling to maintain your composure. Failing to stop yourself from arching your back against him. Nearly whining when he abruptly pulled away from you and disappeared without another word.

You swallowed hard, looking down at yourself while you straightened out the hem of your skirt, your body still aching from the disappearance of his touch. It was only then that you realized just how fitting your outfit for today actually was.

You were attending a funeral, mourning the loss of your dignity that had died so easily at the hands of Chuuya Nakahara.

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Two days had passed since your run-in with the redhead and you'd barely seen him since. You knew he was set to leave for Osaka tomorrow morning from the conversations you'd overheard while wandering the hall and you knew he wasn’t looking forward to it.

Maybe it would've been easier to not care about what he was doing if you weren't forced to be here every day, but there was no such thing as a break when working for Port Mafia. No weekends. No time off. Even as arguably their most useless member, you were still expected to show up day in and day out without complaint.

You didn't like to admit it, but his assignment had been weighing on you since you'd first found out about it. You didn't understand why he was being asked to go alone. Why he'd have to be there for two weeks. Why you even cared to begin with.

It'd been bleeding into everything you touched, your embroidery going from mindless patterns to things you couldn't possibly bring yourself to say out loud.

Your fingers moved with precision, adding dainty purple flowers around the words "please be safe" when the landline on your desk let out a shrill, unexpected ring.

You paused, staring at the phone with hesitant curiosity. You'd assumed up until now that it was a decorative prop. A piece of outdated technology to help add to the illusion that you had a real office rather than just an empty room to keep hidden away in for 9 hours. You were floored that it actually worked.

On the fourth ring, you finally caved, answering it with a reluctant, "Hello...?"

"You'd make a terrible receptionist, y'know that?"

You hated the smile that crept across your face as you twirled the phone cord around your index finger. "Don't you have anything better to do besides bother the help?"

"Nah, not really." You could hear the smirk in his voice. "Mori's finally out of my hair for a bit. Somethin' about needing to go check the status of one of our bases out in Tokyo so he should be gone the rest of the day."

"Hmm," You hummed, still fidgeting with the tangled wire. "Guess you'll have plenty of time to clean your office before you leave then."

He let out a semblance of a laugh, his tone still riddled with salacious arrogance as he said, "Get your ass in here." and hung up.

You drew in a shallow breath, mentally kicking yourself yet again for how little self-control you had as you stood up and made your way down the hall. Your skin had just healed from the marks he'd left on you and here you were, flirting with the possibility of getting more.

The door opened seconds after you'd knocked, a set of narrowed blue eyes and tousled red hair greeting you as you stepped into his dimly lit workplace.

You took a seat on the leather couch he had in the corner of the room, pretending not to notice as he locked the door behind you.

"Does Mori not pay you enough to have more than one lamp in here?"

He stood in front of you with his arms folded over his chest, a cocky grin breaking through his nonchalant demeanor. “Sorry, where does he have you working again? That tiny ass room that used to be the broom closet? Yeah, I bet the fluorescent lighting is way better in there.”

You bit back your own dumb smile, rolling your eyes as you crossed one leg over the other. "Did you drag me in here to just insult me or do you actually need something?"

"Depends, do you like being insulted?"

You could feel your body betray you, a telling shade of pink decorating your cheeks as you averted your gaze from his.

"Really?"

You didn't have to look at him to know how much it’d piqued his interest.

"Why are you going to Osaka?" You asked, eager to change the subject.

There was a subtle wave of seriousness that washed over him. His voice losing its playful edge as he rolled his shoulders with a sigh. "I can't really go into too much detail without making you a liability. The less you know about the shit that goes on around here, the better."

Your mouth open and then closed, the objection you had lined up dying on the tip of your tongue as you quietly nodded back at him. Even if you didn't want to accept his answer, you knew he was right.

"Aw, don't tell me you're actually worried about me?" He tilted his head at you, his stare softening when he caught the sincerity in your eyes as you looked back at him. "I'll be fine. Trust me, compared to the other missions I've had to go on, this is nothin'."

You had no choice but to trust him, you knew he was blunt enough to tell you the truth and if he wasn't stressed about leaving, then you couldn't be either. As easy as it was to forget, he wasn't just another member of Port Mafia, he was an executive. There was no way Mori would send him alone if he didn't think it was something he could handle.

"Honestly, I'm more worried about you." He said, breaking your train of thought by nudging your leg with his foot. "What're you gonna do for two whole weeks while I'm gone?"

You buried the rest of your concern with a shrug, uncrossing your legs as you shot him a small smile. "I don't know. Guess I'll have to start fooling around with Akutagawa to pass the time."

He nearly snorted he laughed so hard.

"What? You don't think I could have him if I wanted to?” It was infuriating how easy it was to banter back and forth with him like this. How effortless it was for you to both volley off one another without missing a beat.

He shook his head, trying not to burst into laughter again from the thought of you and his perpetually flustered coworker. "Nah, you could. Just think you'd be disappointed is all. Akutagawa wouldn't know what the fuck to do with a girl like you."

There was something about the way he said it that made the blood dance in your veins.

"Fine." You pressed, still wearing the same slight smile. "Tachihara then."

It was becoming a real problem, the way you loved toying with him as much as he loved toying with you.

"He wouldn't."

"I bet he would."

He bent down to become eye-level with you, butterflies flooding your stomach as he reached out to rest his hand under your chin, a gentle but firm grasp holding you in place. "You can try," he said, his thumb lightly dragging across your bottom lip. "But I don't think you'll have much luck."

"Why?" It was barely a whisper let alone an actual question.

You knew him well enough to know where this was more than likely going, but there was a depraved part of you that wanted to hear him say it. Needed to hear him say it.

"'Cause," His eyes glazed over as he leaned in, closing the already small gap between you so that you were forced to share the same breath. "Tachihara isn't dumb enough to touch things that belong to me."

Your heart was threatening to beat straight out of your chest. A week's worth of pent-up arousal nearly dripping onto his couch as you looked back at him without the faintest bit of restraint left in you.

All of the reasons why you'd been trying so hard to stay away from him suddenly held no real merit. They were lost to his touch. Completely eviscerated the moment his lips finally caught yours and his tongue swirled against you with the same tender urgency you'd been daydreaming about for the last five days. The future didn’t seem so pressing when the present was this heavenly.

Your legs parted without him having to ask, inviting his body to come between them while your hands travelled to the back of his neck. Desperate fingertips sinking into his skin in a feverish attempt to somehow pull him even closer.

"'Take it you're finally done ignorin' me?"

You nodded as you watched him push your skirt up, briefly pausing to take his gloves off with the same toothy method he’d used the last time you were in his office. You could tell it was a seldom act for him. Something he had to consciously remind himself to do, but only when he was with you.

"Good."

His mouth attentively returned back to yours, calloused but gentle fingers digging into the softness of your thigh while his thumb swiped your underwear to the side, granting him access to your weakest point.

"Fuck," he groaned, drawing light circles against you, reveling in the way your hips thrusted up for more.

As eager for a challenge as he was, he secretly loved how easy you were to please. How little it took to rob you of your composure and have your legs shaking around him. How pitiful you looked from only two of his digits slipping in and out of you. How your pupils would dilate in this delirious way each time he went deeper, but how you were still submissive enough to never break eye contact no matter how much you writhed and squirmed beneath him.

"Chuuya -"

"What is it baby?"

He could feel how close you were. Knew it wouldn't take much more to have you soaking him, but he couldn't leave for two weeks without making you cum on more than just his fingers. He needed to know what your walls felt like wrapped around him. What absolutely fucking dazed out noises you would make once he was inside of you.

He undid his belt with his freehand, not letting up on you as you grabbed onto the collar of his shirt.

"Fuck, yes. P - please." You whimpered, watching him stroke himself as he carefully lined up with your center. "Please, Chuuya, ohmygod, please."

"Jesus Christ." He choked out, reeling in how pretty you sounded begging for him. Almost not being able to stop himself as he watched you come completely undone, still pleading for his dick.

He moaned against you, forehead pressed to yours as he finally found the willpower to pull his fingers out of you. His tip had just barely made it past your entrance when a loud knock brought both of you to an insanely cruel and abrupt pause.

His hand flew over your mouth, fire flickering across his blue eyes as he drew in a sharp breath.

"What?" he called out through gritted teeth.

"Plan's changed." It was Tachihara. "Mori's back. He wants you to leave now instead of tomorrow."

"Now?" The anger in his voice was palpable. "Like, right now?"

"Yeah, he's waiting in the jet."

"You can't be fuckin' serious." He grumbled, a pained expression taking hold of him as he looked back down at you, removing his hand from your mouth.

"Gimme a minute." He yelled, silently trying to ration what he was supposed to do with your body still splayed so beautifully under his.

He wanted to fuck you. God damn, he wanted to ignore everything else in the entire world and fuck you into oblivion at this point, but he knew it wouldn't be fair to either of you to have to rush through it or be stressed about the fact that someone might barge in at any second.

It needed to be the right time because you both deserved it. Especially with how many mutual pent-up emotions there now were between you.

Pulling out of you was torture, but he didn't have a choice.

You could've cried, your heart and pussy both grieving the loss of something they'd never even had.

"I swear," He said, forehead back against yours, "As soon as I get back, it's me and you, okay?"

You nodded, doing your best to swallow down your emotions.

"Okay." You finally agreed, eyes still locked with his, a faint smile poking through your frustration. "But if you're not back in two weeks, don't be surprised when you see me and Akutagawa holding hands in the hallway."

He let out a half-hearted laugh as his lips met yours, kissing you in a way that he hadn't before. Soft, lingering... affectionate.

"Hey," you whispered seriously this time, "Please be safe."

"Promise."

And with that, you began redoing the buttons on your blouse and smoothing down your skirt while you watched him grab a jacket out of his armoire, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket.

"You smoke?"

"Only when I really need one."

He shot you a wink, wrapping his arm around your waist as he walked you out of his office, not caring at all who saw.

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You knew it would be awkward without him around, but you hadn't anticipated just how slow the next week would go by. You were tired. Out of ideas for cross-stitch patterns and nearly positive that your curled fingers weren't capable of creating anything else even if you wanted to.

You read manga to keep yourself busy. Looked up recipes on your phone. Took naps at your desk that left kinks in your neck. Called your friends from back home, trying to keep the conversation going long after there was nothing left to say. You were bored. Grateful to still be here, but ready for a day off that you knew wouldn't come.

The check you received on Friday was enough of a reason to stay though. It made the long days of staring at a wall worth it. You reminded yourself again and again that there would never be another job like this. That you might actually miss it one day.

You had no idea, however, just how quickly that day would actually come until you were rounding the corner back to your office and ran into Kyoto. She was the same peach-haired woman who had recruited you from the bar, only she was standing with a fresh face. A girl who looked to be about your age with big brown eyes, flowy blonde hair, and a skirt that was somehow even shorter than yours.

When you had first started, they'd told you that there would be other 'administrative assistants' coming eventually, but you'd almost forgotten about it until now.

Your eyes drifted from her to Kyoto, thinking there was surely no way you'd both be expected to share the same office with how small it was.

You started to extend a hand out to the blonde, ready to introduce yourself when you were promptly cut off by Kyoto.

"Your time here is up." She said curtly. "If there's anything you need to get out of your workstation, I suggest you do it now."

A vicious mix of anger and embarrassment churned in your stomach. "My time here is up?" You repeated blankly. "Why?"

"Mori's decided you're a distraction." She shot you a pointed look. "Especially to that of Nakahara. Now, get your things before I have you escorted out."

Your ears were ringing, your vision blurred by tears at how cold and sterile this all felt.

You went into your office for the last time, grabbing the thread kit and books out of your drawer as you made your way down the hall, looking back to see your replacement excitedly taking over the spot that was once yours.

Goodbye college, goodbye easy money, goodbye Chuuya.

You were able to hold yourself together on the train ride home and on the walk back, but the minute you made it into your apartment and closed the door behind you, everything all spilled out at once. Your crafts and manga falling from your hands as you sank down to the floor and sobbed.

You thought nothing could've been as mortifying as your first day with Port Mafia, but your last day had proved to be far worse. You were right back at square one and it felt terrible.

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The next few days were a blur of filling out online job applications and revamping your resume. You'd hardly eaten. Hardly showered. Hardly done anything that involved getting out of bed.

It was Sunday and rent was due tomorrow. You'd done the math in your head - you had enough money in your savings account to live here comfortably for the next three months without any additional income. If you really pushed yourself and lived uncomfortably, you could probably even skate by for four.

But no matter how much you tried to remind yourself that there was time, you still couldn't shake the feeling of failure that you'd been left with. If you'd been fired for other reasons, it might not have hurt as bad, but the fact that it really was your fault haunted you.

You took a breath, looking over yourself in the bathroom mirror. A combination of three-day old clothes and a knotted side-bun staring back at you. You decided if you were going to continue to sulk, you could at least do it in some fresh pajamas and washed hair.

The hot water felt good beading across your skin as you scrubbed off the grime and regret that had been stuck on you since the day you’d been let go. The air filling with the smell of vanilla as you exfoliated your legs and ran a conditioning treatment through your tangled locks.

You still didn't feel great, but you felt better and that was a start.

You threw on a white tank-top with a pair of oversized grey sweatpants, running a brush through your hair when you heard the buzz of your doorbell. You froze, looking down at your phone to see the time 11:11 flash across your screen.

You hadn't had a visitor since you'd moved here, let alone had someone stop by at almost midnight.

Your footsteps were light as you crept down your hallway, cautiously peeking through the slit in your door watching him impatiently ring the buzzer again, running a hand along the back of his neck while he waited.

"Chuuya?"

"You'd make a terrible doorman, y'know that?"

It was the first time you'd laughed in the last six days, your arms wrapping around him before you even had the chance to think about what you were doing.

He didn't seem to mind though, his hands locking around your waist as you both pulled each other closer. "How did you -" Your thoughts were everywhere. "How did you find my address?"

He let out a slight laugh, his breath fanning across your neck. “I told you it'd be me and you when I got back.”

There was something so sincere about the way he said it. Something so overwhelming about the way he was looking at you. Out of all the things you'd lost recently, you were incredibly thankful he wasn't one of them.

You let him in, locking the door as he followed you down the hall.

“Sorry," you said sheepishly, realizing that you were about to bring him into the messiest part of your apartment. "It's not always like this."

He took a moment to look over your bedroom. The thumb-tacked pictures of you and your friends that decorated the space above your bed. The string lights and cloud-patterned tapestry adorning the walls. The matching baby-pink sheets and comforter set.

It looked like you. It smelled like you. And no matter how many clothes there might've been scattered across the floor or mugs piled up on your nightstand, it was still way cozier than the hotels he'd been staying at over the last two weeks.

"Looks fine to me." He shrugged, taking off his jacket and tossing it onto a velvet chair next to your dresser. "How've things been since I've been gone?" he asked, taking a seat next to you on the bed with a small smirk. "You and Akutagawa official yet?"

Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared back at him, "Mori didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"I, um..." Your gaze was suddenly on the hem of your shirt as you began to fidget with it instead of looking at him. "I got fired."

"Mori fired you?" There was a sobering sharpness to his voice as he repeated it. "For what?"

You knew he'd find out one way or another, but it was still embarrassing having to relive your conversation with Kyoto. "For 'being a distraction.'" you sighed, your eyes hesitantly dragging up to his. "To you."

There was a brief moment of silence and then, a laugh.

“Huh,” he mused. “Well they're gonna be in for a real fuckin' surprise when you come in tomorrow then.”

You shook your head at him in quiet confusion. "Chuuya, I can't just show back up. Kyoto threatened to have me escorted out when I took more than five minutes to get my stuff out of my office."

His brow arched in a way that made your heart skip a beat.

"Did she?" The question was somehow calm despite the scornful undertone it carried. "Well," he breathed, gently tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "She's gonna really hate it when the entire building has to hear me fucking you. Every. Single. Day."

A sudden warmth washed over you, beginning at your cheeks and ending at your core as you blinked back at him cluelessly. "What are you talking about?"

"You're gonna be my personal assistant." The smirk he was wearing was lethal. "And I'll pay you more than that asshole ever did. Weekends off. Full benefits. Alla that."

"Are you -" He'd never lied to you before and you weren't sure why he'd start now, but you were struggling to wrap your mind around the fact that you'd just gone from being unemployed to promoted in a matter of minutes. "Are you serious?"

"Well yeah," He said simply, his grin softening a bit. "I mean, who else is gonna clean my office before I go on trips?"

You both smiled this time before your lips were immediately back on his. Eager, unreserved, bliss.

He fell back into the bed with you on top of him, his hands gliding along your curves while you straddled him. The flimsy straps of your tank-top slipping down your arms as you hovered over him, kissing and nipping at his neck.

He didn't care if you left marks on him. Didn't care if he showed up tomorrow smelling like your perfume with blatantly obvious bites covering his collarbone. He wanted everyone to know if they didn't already. Wanted them to stare and whisper and drop fucking dead at the sight of the two of you walking in together. It made him feral just thinking about it.

Your hips were rocking against him, your center aligned perfectly with his as you moaned at the friction your movements were creating. You could feel him growing hard beneath you, his fingers tugging at the waistband of your sweats.

"Here." he said in-between breaths, helping you out of them and tossing them onto the floor.

You started to pick up where you left off, but he stopped you, swiftly undoing his belt and adding his pants and boxers into the sea of discarded clothing too. You hadn't even been able to see it until now. Hadn't been able to fully appreciate the length and fucking girth of his cock up until this very moment.

You left another kiss on his neck and then on his chest and then on his torso, meticulously leaving them all over while making your descent down to the one place you so desperately wanted to be.

He watched you with wide eyes, your hand wrapping perfectly around him as you looked up and slowly ran your tongue along the side of his base.

"Fuuuck." His voice was heady, his hands tangling into your hair as you made your way up to his tip.

You opened your mouth wider, almost wondering how it was going to fit, but you managed. Taking him inch by inch, going down further each time until you developed a steady rhythm.

You understood why he liked going down on you so much. The noises he was making were gorgeous. Groaning out sweet little nothings the faster you went. "Doin' so fucking good for me, baby." "God, you're so pretty, y'know that?"

You kept one hand on him, gliding him in out of your mouth as the other trailed down to your clit. Feeling your own slick between your fingers only made you all the more blitzed out. You were sucking and moaning and watching him stare down at you like you had put the stars in the sky as you fingered yourself while somehow still staying focused on him.

"C'mere." It was the first coherent thing he'd said since your tongue had so lavishly graced him.

He gave your hair a gentle tug, pulling you back up so that you were almost sitting on top of him.

"I need to feel you so fuckin' bad, you have no idea." he breathed, lining himself up with you, feeling how wet you were before you'd even lowered yourself onto him.

His hands rested on your hips, your grip back around his base as you centered yourself over him.

It’d been so much just to take in your mouth, you were almost afraid of how bad this would hurt, but he was aware of his size. Letting you go at your own pace as he helped keep you steady.

The stretch he provided you with from the first couple of inches alone was noticeable, but heavenly. Your eyebrows knitting together as you looked back at him. A dazed, poutiness taking over you the further down you went.

You took him in deeper and deeper until finally, you were fully riding him.

"There you go, fuck - just like that."

He watched your head lull back, your hand reaching for his as you continued to grind against him. Both of you losing control as he began to thrust into you.

Your eyes went wide, his name echoing across the room while your walls spasmed around him.

"Sucha good girl."

His praises only made you go faster, one of your hands still locked around his and the other now palming at your chest. Squeezing your nipple between your index and ring finger as you looked back down at him. "Chuuya - 'm -"

It was hard to tell where his moans stopped and yours began, the carnal sounds synchronizing the deeper he plunged into you.

He felt another clench, and then, he was suddenly drowning in you. Completely unable to hold himself together anymore as you soaked him.

"Cum inside me." you whimpered, "Please, Chuuya. I wanna feel it. Please, please - fuck, baby, please.”

It didn't take you begging to convince him, but it certainly made it happen faster.

His ocean eyes rolled back as he thrusted into you, absolutely enamored by the sounds you were making. The way you were pleading and pouting as he filled you.

It somehow made every daydream he’d had about you seem lackluster in comparison. You were beautiful you were his.

You both stilled for a moment, trying to catch your breath before looking back at each other with the same exhausted smile.

He pulled out of you slowly, letting you collapse onto his chest as he ran light fingers through your hair. "You should probably set an alarm for tomorrow." He exhaled. "I heard your new boss is a real asshole."

"Oh yeah," You mused, leaning up so that your lips were ghosting his. "He's the worst."

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i love albedo

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my first ever post 😭😭

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thoughts on dottore

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idk abt u guys but i love insane women

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fem!fyodor x fem!reader x fem!dazai

content warnings: smut/nsfw, wlw, sex toys, fingering, degradation, praising, they put makeup on you only for it to get ruined idk, tit play, i think thats all

You lay on the bed, your body trembling as Dazai and Fyodor crawled up next to you. They were both stunningly beautiful indeed.

Dazai leaned down and kissed your lips softly, her hands gently caressing your body as she whispered in your ear, 'We're going to make you feel so good, my dear. Just let go and enjoy it.' Fyodor's fingers trailed down your stomach, teasingly brushing against your inner thighs before plunging into your dripping wet core. Your back arched as she started to move her fingers inside you, hitting all the right spots.

As Fyodor continued to pleasure you with her fingers, Dazai reached over and grabbed a silicone toy from the nightstand. She showed it to you with a wicked smile before slowly pushing it inside you. The sensation was overwhelming, and you couldn't help but moan loudly. But Dazai wasn't satisfied with just one toy, she grabbed another and started to use it on you as well, controlling both of them to bring you to the edge of pleasure.

'You're doing so well, dear,' Fyodor whispered as she continued to work her magic on you with her fingers. 'But you know what would make it even better? If we denied you the pleasure you so desperately crave.' She removed her fingers suddenly, leaving you aching and frustrated. You whimpered, but Dazai had her own plans in mind.

She positioned herself between your legs and started to overstimulate you with the toys, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your entire body. You writhed and moaned, unable to take any more, but they were relentless. Just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, they stopped and Dazai climbed back up to your face, her lips brushing against yours.

'Look at you, all wet and desperate,' Dazai whispered, her voice dripping with arousal. 'You're such a good little slut, aren't you?' You nodded, your body still trembling from the intense pleasure. Fyodor cupped your breasts, teasing your nipples with her fingers as Dazai continued to praise you.

But they weren't done yet. Dazai reached over and picked up a makeup bag, pulling out a tube of bright red lipstick and a tube of black mascara. 'You know what would make you look even prettier?' she asked with a mischievous glint in her eye. 'Some makeup.' She applied the lipstick on your lips, smearing it messily around your mouth before doing the same with the mascara, leaving you with raccoon eyes.

Fyodor couldn't resist a laugh at the sight, but Dazai silenced her with a kiss before picking up a strap-on. She slipped it on and positioned herself between your legs, her eyes locked on yours. 'Do you want me to fuck you?' she asked, her voice low and husky. You nodded eagerly and she thrust into you, setting a quick pace.

As Dazai fucked you with the strap-on, Fyodor continued to tease and play with your breasts, occasionally leaning in to lick and bite at your nipples. The combination drove you wild with pleasure, and you couldn't hold back any longer. You begged for release, but they kept pushing it, denying you until finally,

you reached your climax, your body shook with the intensity of it

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im in writers block so i’m posting 3 things after not writing☹️

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fem!beast dazai x fem!reader idk

content warnings: overstim, orgasm denial, fingering idk, kissing, wlw ;-;

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Your breath comes out in shaky gasps. Her long, messy dark brown hair falls in waves around her face, she was literally so so fine (guys im drooling)

You knew she was the port mafia boss—

Without a word, Dazai takes your hand and leads you into her bed. She pushes you down onto the soft sheets and pins your wrists above your head

With that, she begins to kiss and nibble down your neck, her fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin. You let out a moan as she sucks on a particularly sensitive spot, and she smirks against your skin. 'So responsive, aren't you?' she teases.

Dazai continues her exploration, leaving marks on your thighs and a few bite marks between your legs. Your body is already aching for release, but Dazai has other plans. She leans back and looks at you with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Dazai just leans in and captures your lips in a passionate kiss. Her hand slowly trails down your body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. She reaches between your legs and starts to lightly stroke your clit, making you gasp and arch your back.

Just when you think you can't take it anymore, Dazai stops and pulls away, leaving you aching and desperate for more. “Please.” You beg, trying to buck your hips against her hand.

She just laughs and shakes her head. 'Not yet,' she says, her voice husky with desire. 'I want to hear you beg for it.'

And beg you do, as Dazai continues to tease and torment you with her hands and lips. She brings you to the brink of ecstasy and then stops, denying you release once again. But just when you think you can't take it anymore, she changes her tactics and starts to overstimulate you, her fingers moving faster and harder against your slick walls.

The pleasure is almost unbearable, and you can feel yourself on the edge of climax. 'Dazai,' you moan, your voice pleading for mercy.

But she only speeds up her movements, sending you over the edge into an orgasm. You cry out her name as waves of pleasure wash over you, your body trembling and shaking beneath her.

Dazai finally stops and looks at you with a satisfied smirk. 'You're so beautiful,' she says, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. 'I could watch you all day.'

You're too weak and sated to reply, but you can't help but smile at her words. Dazai leans in and kisses you softly, her touch now gentle and loving. 'I hope you're ready for more, because I'm not done with you yet,' she whispers, a glint of mischief still in her eye.

And with that promise, Dazai continues to show you the true meaning of pleasure, leaving you gasping and moaning under her skilled touch. And though she may deny your orgasms, the end result is always worth it.

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ermm…..

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Albedo x gn!reader smut

warnings: enemies or rivals, hate sex, unrequited feelings??? mb, rough & soft sex, degrading yet praise idk, lmk if i misses anything

You hated Albedo, you really did. The cheeky smile of his. His smirk. The art he creates. The alchemy he’s skilled in. Every encounter between the two of you always ended with hostility or annoyance. Your dislike for each other was evident to everyone around you.

Although, you couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards him. Your mind would often wander to thoughts of him, imagining what it would be like to have his hands all over your body, to feel his lips on your skin. But you knew it could never happen, not with the way he treated you.

Albedo, on the other hand, seemed to have no interest in you. He saw you as nothing more than a nuisance. Your existence seemed to infuriate him, and though he seemed like a kind person, he took every opportunity to degrade and humiliate you. And yet, there was a small part of you that couldn't help but crave his attention, even if it came in the form of insults and condescending remarks.

It was during one of your heated arguments that things finally escalated. The tension between the two of you was thick in the air as Albedo grabbed you roughly by the arms, pinning you against the wall.

'You're nothing but a pathetic excuse for an artist,' he sneered, his words dripping with venom. (LMAOO)

But instead of feeling intimidated, you couldn't help but feel a thread of slick run down your thigh. You looked up at him with a mix of defiance and desire, and in that moment, he seemed to sense your true intentions.

A wicked grin spread across his face as he leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to yours. 'Oh, would you look at that’

Before you could even respond, his lips crashed down on yours in a fierce kiss, filled with all the pent-up frustration and longing. Albedo soon pulled away with a smirk.

'Be careful what you wish for,' he warned, his hands roaming over your body, his fingers tracing over your curves.

You moaned as his touch sent shivers down your spine, your hands gripping onto his shoulders for support. He continued to kiss and nip at your neck, leaving a trail of marks that would surely last for days.

'Look at you, so desperate for my touch,' he taunted, his voice filled with amusement. 'And all this time, you've been pretending to hate me.'

You could only whimper and roll your eyes (in annoyance) in response as he pushed you down onto a nearby desk, his lips moving lower and lower. He tore off your clothes, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to his hungry gaze.

He took his time exploring every inch of your body, leaving no spot untouched. And just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, he reached between your legs, his fingers teasing you.

You couldn't hold back your moans as he brought you to the brink of pleasure, only to stop just before you could reach your release. This continued for what felt like hours, his touch driving you to the brink of insanity.

But just as you were about to beg for him to give you what you so desperately craved, he abruptly pulled away. You whimpered in protest, but before you could even say anything, he pushed himself inside you in one swift motion.

You cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he moved inside you, the rough and aggressive thrusts only intensifying your pleasure.


As his pace quickens, your nails dig into his back, he continues to thrust into you, his movements becoming more urgent and desperate. Tears start to stream down your face as you cry out, overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure and the intensity of your emotions.

Albedo's lips find yours, his tongue dancing with yours as he devours your mouth. And just when you think you can't take it anymore, he pulls away, denying you your release. Your body writhes beneath him, begging for release, but he denies you once again.

But then, he starts to move again. This time, faster and harder. Your pleasure builds, but you know that he won't allow you to reach your peak just yet. You try to hold back your cries of frustration, but they still escape your lips, only fueling Albedo's desire.

He begins to play with you, teasing and edging you closer to the brink before pulling back once again. The pleasure and frustration become almost unbearable. Finally, after denying you twice, Albedo gives you what you've been waiting for – your release. The waves of pleasure crash over you, and you cry out his name as your body convulses beneath him.

But just when you think it's over, Albedo's hands are back on your body, touching and teasing you in all the right places. Your body is hypersensitive from the denial, making every touch and sensation feel even more intense. And before you know it, you're once again on the edge of orgasm.

Albedo's thrusts become erratic, and you can tell he's close to his own release. With one final thrust, he lets out a loud groan, his body shuddering and trembling with pleasure. And as you both ride out your orgasms together, you can't help but feel grateful for this.

As you both lay there, sweaty and spent, Albedo pulls you close to him, cuddling you.

But it was short-lived as Albedo pulled out and left the room without a single word, leaving you feeling useless. You wanted to hate him for how he treated you, but the truth was, deep down, you knew you would always crave more of him.

As you lay there, basking in the afterglow and the slight throbbing sensation between your legs, you couldn't help but admit the truth to yourself. You were hopelessly in love with someone you ‘hated, and he would never return your feelings.

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(guys he actually came back after and did a full treatment and made a bath, trust😅😅)