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warnings: MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI, afab!reader (reader has breasts & a vagina), they/them pronouns for reader, unlabelled poly relationship, threesome, exhibitionism, voyeurism, praise, handjobs, fingering, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, masturbation, reader on top & bottom, smoking, mentions of death
wc: 4.0k
summary: "It has never seemed right to exclude Angel from the sex that you have, but he always insists that it isn’t worth the risk of skin-to-skin contact. Always finds an excuse to leave before you can convince him to stay. And it makes sense, sure, but it doesn’t stop the fact that there is always a void missing from the carnal activities you partake in."
this is the first full smutfic i've posted so uhh i will apologise in advance if the smut itself is a little janky in places im still not entirely used to writing it lmfao. also i swear they are protected but it is 5am i have worked on this for 9hrs straight and i do not have the energy to edit a mention in pls forgive me ;-;
Smoke lingers in the air as Aki passes his cigarette across to you between two lithe fingers, stretched out languidly across his bed whilst you sit propped up with plump pillows against the headboard.
He has long since taken down his hair, allowing the shoulder-length black strands to fall loose across his shoulders and frame his face. You think he looks much prettier like this, more unwound and destressed, like the burden of existence has abandoned him for just a moment.
Seeing him so unashamedly himself in these late evening encounters ignites something within your soul, something tepid but sturdy, like the early flickering embers of a roaring fire. Like a hearth, nestled in the centre of a grand living room, its small yet radiant heat enough to warm the entire space. And when he leans his head back, smiles, and lets out an unbridled amused chuckle, you know you’re lucky enough to be seeing him at his most comfortable.
Though he is still in his work clothes, blazer left by the front door already, with his shirt untucked and the first few buttons popped open, it looks like he has found a new sense of freedom within the four walls of this room. With you, and with the man who sits comfortably in the armchair on the far side of the room, eyes on you as he waits for you to pass across the cigarette.
Angel Devil is something all of his own entirely. He is still fully dressed, not a single crease out of place in his attire, as he rests his head lazily atop his arms, long lashes batting at you in such an enticing way that it is a wonder you haven’t risen from your spot and plonked yourself in his lap already.
His wings are tucked up flat behind his back, angled just right with how he has bent forwards so that they aren’t being squished against the chair. They flex subconsciously with each rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, almost like they’ve a life of their own separately to him.
Angel is, you think, so very deserving of his namesake. Ethereal and otherworldly as he smiles fondly at you, the dim light of the bedside lamp reflecting off his halo and casting faint golden slivers across the bed and the walls. It is like he is trying to illuminate yours and Aki’s resting forms from where he sits, gentle kisses of light heavensent, his own personal rendition of an embrace.
There is no name given to the situation that the three of you have found yourselves in, though there certainly are plenty if you were to sit and think about it. It’s fairer that way, you decided early on, to each of you. After all, the Public Safety Division isn’t exactly the place one works when they want to maintain lasting relationships with other people.
And yet you always find yourselves in each others’ company of a night.
Sometimes it’s just two of you, if someone is unlucky enough to have to work late. But more often than not it is all three, sitting together like this in Aki’s bedroom, passing cigarettes between each other as if it were utter blasphemy to each nurse your own.
Perhaps it is something about the intimacy of the action, the indirect kiss (as childish as Aki might deign to tell you it is), and the bond of trust that comes with directly sharing the little nicotine sticks like this. Whatever it is, it is tinged with a fervent emotion, an unfathomable longing that brings you back to one another night after night. The desire to be whole, maybe, to fill the void that lingers within the shell of your heart.
And it is this same intangible desire that has Aki bringing a fallow hand to your cheek and pulling you to him when you return to the bed, pressing kisses to you with all the same admiration as a hoarder with their grandest treasure. His lips pass against you like static, a pleasant tingling sensation that blossoms out from the point of impact and ripples across your skin.
It is so very easy to fall into a rhythm when you kiss, senses heightened by sheer virtue of touching one another, the culmination of the past few weeks of teasing and flirting finally coming to fruition now that you have the chance to have one another like this.
Angel finishes the smoke you’ve just given him, stubs it out on the little ashtray he’s kept on one of the chair arms. “I can go,” he offers, causing you to lift your head and turn to him, “if you want to… carry this on?”
But you are reluctant as he says this, and a shared glance with Aki tells you that he is as well. It has never seemed right to exclude Angel from the sex that you have, but he always insists that it isn’t worth the risk of skin-to-skin contact. Always finds an excuse to leave before you can convince him to stay. And it makes sense, sure, but it doesn’t stop the fact that there is always a void missing from the carnal activities you partake in.
“You don’t have to leave,” Aki says. “We don’t have to do anything if it’s going to make you uncomfortable, or make you go home.”
“I know it helps you unwind,” Angel pouts, rising to his feet. Of course, thinking of your wellbeing no matter how much he’ll insist he doesn’t really care. “And I can’t get involved anyway, so why stay?”
“Angel, darling, why don’t you tell us how you want us?” you suggest, fidgeting against the plush sheets beneath you. “This way you can be a part of it too. It’s not fair to ask you to leave, after all.”
It takes a moment for Angel to respond, the wires in his brain short-circuiting at your proposal. He’s frozen in stasis at first between standing and sitting, hands still gripping the arms of the chair in mid-lift. His gaze flickers between you and Aki, both of whom look back expectantly as you await an answer. The reality of your proposition seems to be sinking in as his mouth opens and closes, words forming but not quite escaping.
And then he sits. And then he speaks.
“On top,” he says hesitantly. “I want you to be on top of him.”
Obediently, Aki moves to lay beside you, fingertips lingering against your waist to coax you into straddling him.
After a few airy laughs whilst you fumble and reposition yourself on his lap, you are at last sat the way that Angel has directed. Aki’s cock strains in his trousers and presses against your clothed pussy as he reaches up to claim your lips, rubbing in just the right way to catch your breath in your throat.
Aki steals the hitched air from you, swallowing it as he kisses you hard, hastily unbuttoning your shirt and pushing it off your shoulders. You shrug it off the rest of the way, tossing it to some imageless void on the far side of the room, reaching down to unzip Aki’s trousers as he grinds urgently against you.
“Is this… good for you?” you check with Angel, resting your head upon Aki’s shoulder as he works at unclasping your bra. He is watching with wide eyes, blown-out pupils, and a wavering breath. Giving you a furtive nod in response in lieu of verbal coherency, you take his actions as a sign to continue and lean back on Aki’s lap, tenderly pulling his cock free from his boxers. “Okay, let me know if you want us to stop. That goes to both of you, of course.”
Aki’s warm breath fans against your cheeks heavily in anticipation as his eyes close and his chest heaves. Your hand finds his dick readily and he rises to your touch as you grip him, a needy whine slipping from parted lips. He falls into a responsive acquiescence easily whilst in your hands, pliable like putty, and the quiet moans that spill from him sound so pretty as they roll down his chin.
“Tell me, Aki,” Angel hums, confidence finding him now as he folds one leg elegantly across the other, leaning back in the chair, “how does it feel with them touching you?”
“Good,” Aki pants, “feels so good.”
“You can give him more than that, my love,” you urge, kissing along the side of Aki’s neck. “What exactly feels good?”
Accented by a particularly loud gasp as you squeeze the base of Aki’s cock, he murmurs, “feels good when you do that, when you’re rough with me, please.”
“Good boy,” you say, pressing another kiss for praise. His nails dig into your shoulderblades as you stroke him, the slight biting pain keeping you grounded.
With your full attention on Aki now, him reverent and hot beneath your wandering hands, you can hear Angel shifting to your right. It must be just as torturous to him, watching his partners engaging with one another’s bodies and being unable to join in, as it is for the pair of you missing out on the chance to touch him in turn.
His direction is indulgent, selfish, urging you to shift whenever you get a little too into the moment, just so he can get the best view possible. But it is worth it, to feel him there with you in any regard. And Aki is even more responsive tonight than when you fuck alone, as though the sensation of being watched and commanded has heightened his senses and elevated him into a separate state of bliss.
There is something about the three of you occupying this space together, even if you weren’t currently hazed with carnal desire, that feels like you have sequestered yourselves away in a personal segment of paradise. Nobody can encroach on your privacy here, no public safety offices, no death, no destruction, no annoyingly endearing not-quite-explicitly adopted teenagers. The weight of reality has lifted from your shoulders as though it has evaporated into the air around you, still present, but now negligible here.
“Fuck,” Aki moans, dragging the tips of his fingers against your flesh as he reaches for your clit, desperate to hold as much of you as he can every step of the way. Your movements jolt as the sweet friction of his gently circling thumb wracks through your body, and you swear that the room starts to spin when you rock against him to encourage him to press in deeper.
As the first orgasm of the night hits you, it is steady, building up like a stream of bubbles and bursting in billowing swells. Aki’s cum spills out onto your stomach and you press your forehead to his as you both ride out the last few thrusts of your climax, peppering feathery kisses to the tip of his nose.
“Do you want us to do anything else?” Aki asks to Angel, absently running his hand across your shoulder as you come down from your high.
“Could you… eat them out?” Angel suggests. You can see how his wings twitch in anticipation, as does his cock, at the thought, and it brings the heat pooling back to your pelvis already.
Aki’s attention turns to you- “you okay with that?”- and when you nod eagerly, situating yourself on your back and spreading your thighs invitingly, he laughs at your enthusiasm. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
You’re already soaked from earlier, your sweet pussy glistening in the light as Aki grasps onto your hips and settles between your thighs. His tongue is so hot when it presses against you, runs through your folds and laps at your clit. Fingers threading through his hair, your head falls against the pillows, crying out when his tongue dips inside you.
Aki eats you out with practice, with fervour, taking breaks to nip across the expanse of your thighs until they are squeezing either side of his head and you are quietly urging him to continue, to stay right there and to keep doing that, just like that, good boy.
“Make a mess for us,” Angel commands, voice soft and light and so pretty as it breaks through the symphony of your moans and Aki’s gentle hums of affirmation echoing as praise against your dripping cunt.
It is all you need to spill over the edge for a second time, crying out incoherently as this orgasm hits you harder and with far much more sensitivity. Your clit aches through the aftershocks, cunt clenching at the sudden lack of friction.
“Fuck,” you say, tone imbued with a giggle as the last throbs of pleasure ebb and flow from your body. “I hope you guys don’t want to do anything else tonight, I don’t think I can take it.”
“Sure you can,” Aki taunts playfully, leaning in close to steal a kiss. “Just one more?”
“Hmm, I don’t think so,” you laugh harder, squealing as he continues to smother your face in kisses.
“What about if it’s for Angel?” Aki says, gently turning your head to face the devil in question. You exchange a glance with him, drinking in the blissed out but certainly not sated expression that glimmers in his eyes, as Aki whispers against your ear. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint our sweet boy when he’s been so patient with us, would you?”
“Okay,” you hum in agreement, “for Angel. That okay, baby?”
Angel perks up as you call across to him and voices his approval, readjusting his position on the armchair to get comfortable once more.
There is a quiet moment as Aki positions himself over you, one hand cradling your cheek and the other steady on your hip, where those gentle glimmering reflections from Angel’s halo paint the room once more. You are bathed in gold for several seconds, which stretch into endless hours as your breaths intermingle in the space between you, chests rising and falling in sync.
Angel may not be able to physically touch either of you right now but it is more obvious in these few seconds than it has been all evening that he is so intrinsically tangled into your lovemaking tonight. When Aki pushes into you, it is Angel’s name you gasp into his shoulder, and if you were not so drowned out in the pleasure of feeling full, you would have heard the same name tumble from Aki’s lips in turn.
You are so used to the sensation of Aki by now that you could map his body blind, but there is something new in the mix tonight and it leaves everything feeling so much fresher, as though you’ve been dropped back into unchartered territory and told to make your way out again. It is thrilling, addictive even, to feel Aki, to revel in the warmth of his body against yours and the familiar sound of his hips slapping against your own, whilst hearing another voice in the mix, another set of frantic breaths and another scent that mixes with the familiar smell of your usual sex and turns it into something so much more.
“Does that feel good?” Angel pipes up airily, earning muffled groans of satisfaction in response as you find a steady rhythm to match Aki’s thrusts and your cunt starts to clench around his cock. He beckons your attention with a lilting call of your name. “How does it feel to be so stuffed with Aki’s cock?”
“Angel,” you whine, fingers digging into the firm curve of Aki’s ass to draw him deeper within you, to feel every single inch of him as he fucks you, “stop teasing.”
“What do you think I could do if I were there too?” he continues, paying no mind to your half-hearted protests. “Maybe I’d take your ass whilst Aki fucks you… or you could have my dick in your mouth. Perhaps I’d fuck Aki whilst he fucks you- oh, you both seem to like that one.”
Despite his words, Angel is just as flushed and dishevelled as the pair of you, his own hand tightly fisting his dick and his hair a mess cascading across his shoulders as he slumps heavily into the armchair he occupies.
He garners more confidence in the heat of the moment, becoming more vocal, as though he has to babble out every thought in his mind whilst he unravels. And you certainly can’t say you mind it, as each word brings you closer to the edge, brings Aki closer, hot breaths mingling as you dip in to steal a kiss, and another, and a third whilst he fucks into you.
Aki’s cock pulses as his thrusts falter, as he kisses you with such unbridled vigour that the air is stolen entirely from your lungs for the second time tonight and you feel lightheaded when your third orgasm of the night finally comes crashing over you in waves. Your body feels electric, alive, like every single nerve is awake and feeling absolutely every single sensation coursing through you.
In your ears and the base of your neck, you feel your own heartbeat thudding.
Aki takes your face so tenderly in his large hands as you come down from your high, placing sloppy haphazard lips to your forehead and nose and chin.
As your head lulls to the side, you see Angel with parted lips and flushed cheeks, hand still resting atop his softening cock and cum painting his chest as he watches you fondly. You smile across at him and the little quirk of his lips in response is enough to sate you before Aki steals your attention once more.
“I’m gonna get some stuff to clean us up, okay?”
“Mmh,” you nod slowly, “okay.”
With the bed to yourself, you spread your arms out and stretch your muscles to realign yourself in the wake of your previous activity. Getting comfortable in the middle of the pillows, you turn to Angel again.
“Was this good for you?” you ask quietly. “I mean… I know it can’t be the same as the real thing, but did it help?”
“It did,” he says. “It was better than I thought it could be.”
“I’m glad,” you say. “We've wanted to find a way for you to join us in this for so long.”
“I’ve wanted that, too,” Angel agrees, stretching out his wings and groaning under the exertion. “You both look so pretty when you’re fucking like that, you know.”
Giggling, you toss one of the throw pillows across at him- “don’t say that! -” but he catches it easily and cradles it to his chest as he laughs back at you.
He looks adorable like this, cheeks and nose still pink, even his chest dusted lightly with red, and sweat making the shorter strands of hair on his forehead cling to the skin. Pillow clutched against him like a lifeline, tight in his grasp as though he's trying to substitute it for something else.
"I want to touch you so badly," he complains, sighing as he collapses back into the chair again. "You think Aki will be up for another round?"
"Not tonight," the man in question replies smoothly, tossing a spare towel across the room. Angel doesn't catch this one as easily, the fabric instead thwacking him square in the face and skewing over his head. "We've got work in the morning."
The pout Angel gives as an attempt to convince Aki otherwise fails to win out, whilst Aki attentively cleans you up. He runs a warm damp washcloth across you to wipe away the cum staining your cunt and stomach, patting your thighs to encourage you to spread open again for him. "C'mon, the quicker I do this the sooner we can all cuddle."
Which has Angel practically scrambling to clean himself up in turn, getting up and heading to the chest of drawers by the window to rummage through Aki's old shirts. A looser one procured for himself, one he slit holes for his wings in long ago, lays folded neatly on the top and he hangs it across his forearm as he digs around for another one for you.
"Ooh, that one!" you declare as you spot your favourite, a baggy old thing that was already several sizes too large for Aki when he first got it, and you catch it when Angel tosses it across to you. You lose yourself in the soft cotton fabric as you wrestle it over your head, but eventually it is on and you finish up your bedtime outfit with the bottoms you brought with you.
Aki has since settled into bed beside you, arms around your middle and drawing you close into him. It’s far easier to lay yourself wholly against Aki, with no worries about how you’re positioned. His chest is broad and comfortable, pectorals like pillows as you nestle against them, and his thick arms squeeze you gently whenever you shift, like he’s reassuring you that he’s still there.
And although it is a little more awkward to situate Angel, you choose to be the one closest to him when you lay like this in case of accidents. After an argument following the discovery of Aki’s remaining lifespan, you had decided that it was less risky to situate you in between the pair of them. You had the chance to have a much longer life ahead of you, more to get away with on the very unlikely chance that Angel would sap something from you as you all sleep.
Angel gets to bury his head into your chest this way, though, embracing you as fully as he can manage, with his mouth in the perfect vicinity to press grateful kisses against your clothed collarbone and along the slope of your breasts as you allow sleep to take hold of your weary forms. Loose strands of fine pink hair tickle your chin as you resist the urge to kiss atop it- just in case- and you lean your own head back into Aki’s chest as he runs his hand idly along Angel’s covered shoulder.
You’re sandwiched between the two of them, really. A physical buffer, a conduit of the tender affection that passes through the veins of all three bodies like a live electric current, like the three of you, when kept together, are a complete circuit pulsing with something far beyond any of your comprehension.
And yet none of you could ask for more as the early hours of the morning draw near and the city lights filter beneath the thick blackout curtains, a subtle reminder that the return of the life you’ve spent the evening avoiding approaches ever nearer with each passing second.
You’ll wake in the morning to Angel somewhere across the other side of the room, having shifted impossibly in the night and practically flung himself off the bed. Aki will have risen before you and left to make breakfast for the pair of you, and for the insatiable teens that will almost certainly be the cause of your awakening in the first place. The bed will be yours alone for those first few solitary minutes of the day, before you finally have to force yourself from your reverie and face the world.
As a wonderful consequence of a life amongst the corporate elite, Reo Mikage knows just how to savour every part of you that you have to offer.
Face buried deep between your thighs, every single pass and swipe of his tongue against your cunt feels like heaven. You are a delicacy, a luxury, a ripe summer fruit that drips so sweetly along his chin whilst he devours you.
His fingers press into the soft flesh near your ass, desperate to feel as much of you as he can, to covet and adore you with each and every ounce of his being. Your fingers are laced tight into his hair to guide him as you thrust against his hot mouth, eliciting devout moans that resonate against your clit and spark stars behind your eyes.
“Such a good boy,” you hum mindlessly, and he revels in your praise.
It is incentivising, enticing him to bury his tongue deeper, to press the full flat of the wet hot muscle across your pussy and eat you out with renewed vigour, to do his best to please you so that he may hear those sweet words of affirmation tumble from you once more.
“You’re so eager tonight, Mikage,” you taunt, entirely aware of how much he despises your use of his family name. “Was I not paying enough attention to you over dinner? You know I like to let you sort those negotiations out for yourself, they’re so boring to me.”
He nips at your thigh in defiance, a teasing bite, the skin stinging lightly as he presses an open-mouthed kiss against it after. “They’d be less boring if you spoke more, dear. You’d put those stuffy old men to shame.” Another kiss, closer to your cunt this time. You moan and he smiles, a final kiss to your clit while you writhe under him. “Besides, you have such a pretty voice.”
“I don’t think- “ you gasp reverently as his tongue slips between your folds one more, nose pressing into your clit- “that they’d appreciate these sorts of sounds.”
Reo does no more than hum in acknowledgement of your words as your fists curl against the sheets, bundling the fabric tight between your knuckles.
Your taste is enthralling, addictive- how could he not be eager to consume as much of you as he can? Especially when you are so responsive to his touch, alight below his fingertips.
Hands against his head once more, pulling gently at his hair, thrusting wantonly against his mouth as your orgasm approaches, you still twitch and keen everywhere his own hands roam. From your thighs, up your stomach, caressing along the curve of your chest and all the way back again, Reo simply has to feel you whilst you come undone for him.
He is desperate for your release, perhaps even moreso than you are yourself. One hand returns to your clit to stimulate it alongside his mouth and the salacious whine that slips from you has him close to cumming completely untouched.
Pressed into the bedsheets, his cock is hard and leaking, the friction from rubbing against the bed barely enough to stimulate him the way that he needs. But his own release isn’t important as your movements become deeper, frantic, quiet utterances of “fuck, Reo, I’m close,” falling past your lips and rolling in rivulets down to the dip of your collarbone.
You press up on your forearms to look at him and Reo can do no more than smile up at the blissed-out look in your eyes as your orgasm washes over you, lips parted and glossy in the gently twinkling ceiling lights. He always thinks you are at your prettiest in the hazy glow of your comedown, chest rising and falling with every soft pant, the overwhelming adoration in your eyes when you look at him.
But he's not done yet.
There is one thing that Reo knows above all else as a result of his upbringing, something as integral to the working heart of an entrepreneurial system as oxygen itself.
The importance of return investments.
ven. dear god finally i wrote smth it was abt time LMAO
content warnings. MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI, nsfw, exhibitionism, reader is fembodied, use of female pet names (good girl)
Artist Bachira who offers you money to nude model for his latest project. He approaches you out of the blue one day and catches you by surprise with how blunt he is about it, explaining how he has no idea who else to ask and not enough time to save up enough money to hire an actual model. You find yourself agreeing to his proposal without much thought, and it only hits you how embarrassing this is going to be when the day you agreed to meet is right around the corner.
When you show up to his place as planned, wearing comfortable clothing that will end up on the floor in only a matter of minutes, you have to keep internally reminding yourself that this is a professional setting and that there’s nothing strange about it. Bachira isn’t acting like this is anything out of the ordinary, so when he leaves the room after telling you to get undressed and gesturing to the loveseat draped in a silk sheet you remove everything before you can chicken out and tentatively take a seat on top of the smooth fabric.
On the other side of the room there’s an easel holding a canvas and a stool where he’ll be sitting while he draws you. Your body traitorously heats up at the thought of how closely he’ll be looking at each part of you and you have to press your thighs together shamefully to stop the dull throbbing from your core.
The sound of the door opening makes you jump slightly as Bachira shoulders his way inside and gives you a quick, respectful nod when he meets your eyes before pausing and doing a double take at the sight of you. His eyes widen a fraction and rake over your torso and legs, but he’s quick to shake himself out of his momentary stupor and lets an easygoing smile spread across his face.
“Alright then, let’s do this.” He says in a singsong voice while dropping himself down on the wooden stool and adjusting the canvas. “Sit in whatever position is most comfortable, but focus on appearing sensual at the same time.”
You nod at his words and start to rearrange yourself, leaning back slightly to rest against the arm of the loveseat in a lounging position that has your chest facing slightly forward while one of your legs crosses over the other and accentuates the jut of your hip. You can feel his eyes on you the entire time, and you have to fight the urge to cover your chest and curl your legs up so he can’t see anything.
When you find a comfortable way to lay, you look up and blink at him questioningly. “Does this work?”
Bachira’s eyes are dark and intense when they meet yours, his expression flat and unreadable, and you can see him visibly swallow before he answers.
“Perfect,” he confirms with a thumbs up. “I’ll try to make this as quick as possible, so just bear with me! And if you need a break let me know.”
With your hum of agreement, he lifts his pencil up to the canvas and gets to work. The following minutes are spent in silence with nothing but the sound of graphite scratching against paper to fill the air. He starts with long, drawn out shapes at first while he glances back and forth over your body like he’s mapping it out, but when his pencil eventually slows down so do his eyes. Starting at the tops of your shoulders, every time his eyes jump from the canvas back to you your skin prickles pleasantly.
Down the line of your collarbone, the slope of your neck, the length of your arm - everywhere his eyes focus makes your skin burn warm under the attention. When his gaze finds its way to the curve of your breasts your heart rate picks up instinctively, suddenly hyper aware of how exposed you are in this room alone with him. It’s all you can do not to shudder at the way he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth while his pencil works over the canvas, marking out the expanse of your chest.
Your nipples are hard from the cool air in the room and the way you’re slightly leaning to the side has your boobs pushing together in a way that is no doubt tantalizing if the way Bachira is chewing on his bottom lip is anything to go off of.
No matter how hard you try, it’s impossible to ignore the fire that starts burning in your lower body when his eyes move up to meet yours for a second, catching you staring right at him with a wanting look on your face. You quickly avert your eyes to the decor in the back of the room, but out of the corner of your eye you can see the flash of a smirk on his lips. You have no choice but to ignore the wetness that starts gathering between your legs while his gaze moves on to the dip of your waist, starting to feel mildly ashamed at how much this is turning you on.
Although the look on Bachira’s face is calm and focused, his right left bouncing up and down tells you that he must be feeling something too. You can only hope he’s not uncomfortable and try to busy yourself by counting the photos on the wall in your head. It works for a few minutes, but a quiet shuddering intake of breath brings your attention back to Bachira who seems to have moved on to your hips and legs.
Your heart jumps into your throat at the way he’s staring so intently at your thighs, and you wonder for a second if he can see the shining trail of slick between your legs when the bouncing of his foot stops and he blinks a few times like he’s trying to shake away a persistent thought. Even still, he continues scribbling away and dedicating himself to the task in front of him.
You distantly feel slightly annoyed at the fact that the easel is just hiding his lower half from your sight, because maybe, just maybe, he’s as affected by this as you are right now. He’s been abnormally silent since he started and keeps getting this distracted look on his face every few minutes, but all you can do is lay there and watch impatiently as his hand skillfully moves over the canvas.
When he finally moves on to your face, you avoid his eyes and stare somewhere off to the side, but his pencil stops moving so you slowly bring them back to meet his stare.
“What?” You ask cautiously, feeling yourself throb at the intense look he fixes you with.
“Keep your eyes on me.” Bachira says lowly.
You bite the inside of your cheek so hard it starts to sting and nod, suddenly feeling lightheaded and foggy under the hungry way he watches you. The corner of his lips upturn slightly at your compliance, and it makes you swallow thickly.
“Good girl.”
The white hot feeling of arousal that rushes through you from head to toe at these words sucks every single thought out of your head, only able to helplessly try to hold eye contact with him as he scribbles out the details of your face. His eyes flick between yours and the canvas intermittently, and every time it feels like he’s staring right through you and can see all of the dirty thoughts swimming around in your head.
The sticky mess between your legs becomes too much and you’re rubbing your thighs together before you can even process the decision to do so.
Bachira’s eyes follow the movement, and when he looks back to you the yellow of his irises is almost completely swallowed up by his pupils. He sets the pencil down with a loud clack and fixes you with a dangerous expression that you know you won’t be forgetting any time soon.
“Actually,” Bachira says while standing up and making his way towards you. “I need your help with something else today.”
aly. ty sunny for the artist bacteria bachira brain worms i am still Thinking.
content warnings. MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI, reader is female but no pronouns used, cockwarming, teasing, mean!dom ego, vaginal sex
Ego is mean. Truly egoistic, his last name oh so fitting of his character.
He’s mean because you’ve been sitting on his dick what feels for hours to you, trying to keep silent while you sit on his lap. Head hung low, your arms barely keeping you up and leaning dangerously forward, your naked chest almost pressed against the high technology table. Your legs are spread; the skirt you wore has long been discarded and his fingers ghost over your clit, brushing and pressing while humming over what he sees. He’s ignoring you, ignoring how you’re desperate, desperate to finally cum, to finally start moving but he keeps you in place while your pussy quivers around his cock. Everything feels so wet, so nasty to you, sweat running down your back, your thighs shaking, pussy dripping, thoughts spinning-
You throw your head back, a choked moan escaping your lips as he finally thrusts into you, only once but it lets you see stars.
“Jin- Jin, please, oh, please-” you start begging, babbling without even hearing what you’re saying, but he just hums, arm sneaking around your waist and keeping you in place. Tears fill your eyes as he denies you again, pleasure thrumming and pulsing beneath your skin, while his breath ghosts over your shoulder. A hand starts wandering and he starts to grope you, the one tit in his big hands feeling as if it’s on fire and you think you’re dying when he pinches your nipple.
You’ve been sitting on his lap, on his cock, for too long now; everything is too much and not enough. He’s punishing you, the sick pleasure of torturing you keeping him painfully hard in you and you just wish, you wish he finally-
He doesn’t. He continues to keep you on his lap, his long fingers playing your body like a fiddle and you can’t help but let him do it. You try to move away, but your body doesn’t listen to you, leaning closer towards him, closer to the pleasure, no matter how small it is. You lean your head on his shoulder, try to fixate your gaze on his face but tears blur your vision and another sob wracks through your body.
It only gets worse when he starts commenting about his unpolished gems, his diamonds in the rough and seemingly forgets about you. Forgets your dripping pussy, forgets how you clench around him, forgets the tears running down your face. It pains you, pains you when he ignores you, not only because you crave his attention but it has been so long already, so long you’ve been sitting here, so long you’ve been a good girl. Was it not enough? Were you not enough-
Before your thoughts could spiral, before your choked down whimpers transformed into sobs, he manhandles your body, pressing you on the table and finally moving.
“Now, now, no need to cry, my little treasure…”
He’s still not moving, but his hands are on your back, slowly pushing you, wandering across your feverish skin. You’re trying to hold something, trying to stand on your legs, but everything feels like jelly, your limbs limp and mind hazy. Tears are running down your cheeks, your mouth open, but you don’t even realize it because then- there- he finally-
Ego finally moves, a deep thrust, jolting your body forward and making your pussy gush.
“Oh, there- right there,” escapes your mouth, words nothing more but squeals, accompanied by high pitched moans and whines.
You continue to sob, to babble and take him, take his cock and his insults, those harsh whispered words and gripping hands. You’re close, oh so close and he knows it, fucking you only harder, faster, his hands bruising your waist. You chant his name, beg him for more, beg him to not stop and finally he listens to you, his hips not stopping, his cock in your pussy hitting all the right places and then-
With a scream you finally come, your whole body seizing and shuddering, cunt tightening and head dropping with a thud on the table. Harsh pants leave your mouth, all while you drool over Ego’s holy high-tech equipment, spread out with your tits pressed against the cool surface and the man who just ruined you standing behind you.
“There you are,” he chuckles, leaning back as if pulling out of your addicting warmth but then he thrusts back in, slowly picking the pace up again and you try to twist away.
You’re still too sensitive, the pleasure almost paining but he doesn’t care. He gave you what you wanted and now he will take what he wants.
And you can do nothing but lay there and take it.
anne. we will not talk about this. never. this was written out of pure spite and will forever be my sin. please don't ask me abt it, thank you.
content warnings. MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI, nsfw, threesome, reo teaches reader and nagi how to get each other off, soft!dom reo, switch!nagi, switch!reader, reader is fembodied and she/her pronouns are used, handjobs, fingering, cum eating, praise, cumming untouched
“Okay, so let me get this straight.” Reo says from where he sits across from you and Nagi on his floor.
“You guys want to take your relationship a step further, but neither of you know what you’re doing. So you want me to teach you?” He repeats what your boyfriend had bluntly told him only moments prior, looking between the both of you for confirmation.
Nagi hums his agreement and you shrug, fingers nervously twisting together in your lap. “Yeah pretty much.”
The silence that follows as Reo contemplates his answer drags on for seemingly forever, both you and Nagi sitting tense with anticipation at how his best friend will answer such a request.
After all it would normally seem kind of strange to ask this of him, but Nagi had offhandedly mentioned a few days ago how he and Reo used to get off together and always had this shared fantasy of having a threesome with somebody. This became relevant only hours later when you and Nagi had ended up having a heated makeout session and wanted to keep going, but failed miserably due to inexperience.
Neither of you knew what to do with your hands or whether or not you were supposed to be talking, and it killed the mood so fast that you agreed immediately when Nagi suggested this as a solution. Thinking back, maybe you should’ve been a bit more hesitant, but when it comes to Reo - Nagi’s best friend Reo that is unfairly attractive and endlessly charming no matter what he does, who in their right mind would say no?
So, here the two of you are now in front of him, waiting to see how he’ll react. Reo rests his hand on his chin and he glances around the room like he’s solving a difficult equation in his head before he nods stiffly and meets your eyes with his own piercing look.
“Sure, why not?” Reo agrees easily, pushing himself to his feet. “After you.”
Nagi shares a quick look of surprise with you before standing up and leading you down Reo’s long hallway and to his bedroom. The whole way there, you’re acutely aware of Reo’s purple eyes burning holes into the back of your neck and it sends an excited shiver down your spine, your underwear already beginning to feel damp against your skin at the thought of what you’re about to be doing.
When you finally reach and enter Reo’s bedroom, Nagi goes to stand by the edge of the bed while you hop up to sit on it. Reo eyes the two of you waiting for him before he shuts the door behind him and leans against it with his arms crossed.
“Ready?” He asks slowly. When you both nod in unison, a dark look passes over his eyes. “Then strip.”
Nagi starts with his sweatshirt while you go for your socks, then your sweater, and then your shirt. By the time you’re only left in your bra and pants, Nagi is down to his briefs, already hard and twitching underneath them, and Reo quickly calls for him to leave them on.
“Why?” Nagi asks impatiently.
Reo only shakes his head in response. “You’ll see. Just help her take everything off.”
Ever so compliant, Nagi takes a few steps forward and reaches behind you to unclasp your bra. He unsurprisingly gets it on the first try despite never having done it before, the annoying genius he is, and both he and Reo inhale audibly when it falls away from your chest.
Nagi pauses to stare for so long, sizing you up with his burning gaze, that Reo has to snap his fingers from across the room to bring him back to the present. “Do you want to touch her or something?” Reo huffs in amusement.
Nagi turns to face him and nods, eyes shining darkly under the bedroom light.
“Then touch her.”
Nagi certainly doesn’t need to be told twice, and after receiving a consenting nod from you he raises his hands and cups both of your breasts against his palms, squeezing them firmly. His skin is rough against your nipples and it makes you shudder, back arching slightly to press closer to the warm contact.
Nagi releases them slightly before spreading his hands and kneading into your flesh again, this time catching and squeezing your pebbled nipples in between his fingers until you’re rubbing your thighs together and sighing deeply.
“Good,” Reo praises, voice sounding closer than before. When you glance over, he’s no longer leaning against the door but waiting a few feet behind where Nagi is standing between your legs in front of the bed. “Get rid of her pants now.”
Biting his bottom lip between his teeth, Nagi releases your boobs from his clutch and slides his hands down your stomach to unhook the button on your jeans and help you shimmy them down your legs. As soon as they hit the floor, he’s making his way back between your thighs.
When he turns to see what Reo wants him to do next, his throat bobs with a gulp at the way his best friends’ pupils have almost completely swallowed the color of his eyes. He’s staring at the both of you hungrily, and your legs twitch helplessly at the fire that starts burning in your gut.
“Nagi, stand still.” Reo orders, moving forward to sit next to you on the bed. “And try to keep your hands to yourself.”
“What are we doing?” You can’t help but ask, trying to keep the excitement out of your voice. Reo sends you a smirk that has your eyes flashing in anticipation.
“I’m going to show you how to make Nagi fall apart.” He responds slyly. One of his hands slowly trails down to Nagi’s thigh, and then he’s brushing the back of his hand over Nagi’s cock through his briefs in a way that has your boyfriend swallowing thickly. “Watch carefully.”
He smoothly dips his hand into Nagi’s underwear and wraps a firm hand around his dick before sliding it out of its confines. Reo licks his lips at the way his fingers look wrapped around him, and Nagi inhales through his teeth sharply when he starts slowly pumping him. You watch with growing curiosity and arousal at the little beads of precum that are already forming at the top.
“One thing about Nagi,” Reo begins, rubbing the tip of his finger through the clear liquid. “Is that he likes it best when you squeeze tighter towards the top and looser towards the bottom. Like this.”
True to his word, Nagi’s breath speeds up and his eyes flutter shut from the way Reo is moving his hand over his cock. Quiet, stuttered groans are slipping out of his throat and Reo watches him carefully while his hand skillfully moves up and down.
Nagi’s hands are fisted in the sheets behind him as he tries to hold himself steady, hips twitching and chasing after the pleasure coming from Reo’s hand.
“Want to give it a try?” He finally asks after a few more moments of watching his best friend melt under his fist. You nod immediately at the question and reach forward to take Reo’s place as soon as he lets go.
Nagi whimpers helplessly when your hand wraps around his cock, your skin much softer and warmer than Reo’s in comparison. It’s heavy against your palm and much hotter than you expected, and the way you can feel him throbbing in your grip starts forming a hazy, lust filled cloud over your thoughts.
You start stroking him exactly as Reo had instructed, tightening your hand every time you tug upwards, and the delicious squeeze on his cock successfully drags more heated noises out of him.
“Feels good right?” Reo mutters lowly near Nagi’s exposed neck. Nagi can only nod in response, too focused on the attention you’re giving him elsewhere, and it has a thoughtful look breaking out over Reo’s face.
“Start massaging your fingers over the tip, yeah, just like that.” Reo instructs you expertly. “If i’m not mistaken, if you just-“
It seems, however, that you found what he was having you look for, because the second your middle finger slides between the grooves behind the head of his cock Nagi’s knees are nearly buckling and a guttural moan is forcing its way out of his throat.
Reo has to reach behind him to keep him from collapsing while you continue to abuse the spot and watch Nagi writhe and convulse in utter bliss at how good your hand feels around him. Having already been unbearably hard and twitching uncomfortably in his underwear watching a scene he thought would only ever be a fantasy play out in front of him, Reo finally snaps and hunches forward with a choked off groan as he spills into his pants untouched.
Nagi follows shortly after, white ropes of cum shooting out over your fingers and onto the floor while he gasps and tries to keep his legs from giving out at the way you’re milking him for all he’s worth.
When his dick stops twitching in your hand, you finally release him and let out a long, shuddering breath. Before you can even register the movement, Reo is grabbing for your cum covered hand and starts licking your skin clean without a second thought. The heat between your thighs has grown entirely unbearable, and Reo seems to be more than aware of this as he finishes cleaning you up and scoots over to make room for Nagi on the bed.
“Lay down on your back in the middle.” Reo tells you gently. After letting Nagi catch his breath for a bit longer, he punches his shoulder lightly and smirks.
“Ready to return the favor?”
Any post orgasm exhaustion that had started taking over quickly cleared from Nagi’s eyes at this. He nods curtly and is already crawling onto the sheets to kneel over you without Reo having to say anything.
“Excellent,” Reo mumbles. “Spread her legs.”
Complying easily, Nagi pushes your legs up and apart to reveal the absolutely soaked crotch of your panties. The fabric is nearly translucent at this point, and both males in front of you groan lowly at the sight.
“See all of that?” Reo hisses darkly, nudging Nagi with his shoulder. “That’s all because of you.”
Nagi’s eyelids grow heavy at the sight of you spread out beneath him, desperate and dripping just from jerking him off under his best friend's expert instruction and watchful eye.
“Fuck.” Nagi murmurs thickly.
Reo leans back and tilts his head with a knowing grin splitting his cheeks. “What are you gonna do about it?”
Nagi answers by reaching forward to tug the remaining article of clothing off of your body, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood at the string of slick that follows when he pulls it away from your skin. His cock is already twitching back to life as he hungrily takes in the sight between your legs.
“Watch, and take notes.” Reo instructs while he draws closer. Your hips jolt as soon as he dips his hand down and brushes his fingertips through the wetness of your folds, the roughness from the pads of his fingers catching on your clit perfectly.
Reo gnaws at his bottom lip impatiently as he starts rubbing small circles against the swollen nub, instantly pulling a cacophony of whimpers and gasps from your throat from finally being touched where you needed it most.
Nagi’s eyes zero in on the movement sharply as Reo slides his hand down and inserts his index and middle fingers into your twitching pussy. Your back arches slightly off of the bed at the intrusion, your legs twitching and kicking out gently as your body craves for more.
“You have to start off slowly, and then gradually pick up speed.” Nagi nods along as Reo informs him of the proper way to finger you open, eyeing the way his best friends’ hands have you twitching and gasping for more.
After watching his best friend work you up for another minute or so, Nagi finally becomes impatient and shifts restlessly. “Let me do it.”
Reo glances at him questioningly out of the corner of his eye. “Are you sure you got it?”
“Yes.” He says roughly.
That's all Reo needs to hear before he’s sliding his fingers out of you and moving away so that Nagi can take his place. You watch with bated breath as your boyfriend lowers his hand and experimentally prods and rubs circles against your clit, the same way Reo had shown him.
Your stomach twists and coils with pleasure. “Nagi,” you whine. “please.”
“Go on,” Reo encourages him breathlessly. “put your fingers in.”
As soon as two of his fingers are breaching your twitching walls, you’re grinding your hips against his hand desperately. He's starting slowly, just as Reo had done, but you need more than that and moan wantonly as need clouds your thoughts.
“Faster, please- ngh!”
Right as you start to say this, somehow with pinpoint accuracy, Nagi accidentally finds your g spot and digs the tips of his fingers into it just hard enough to have you throwing your head back and screaming.
“Right there.” Reo says hurriedly. “Keep pressing into that spot, don’t go any faster or slower, just pick a speed and stay consistent.”
Learning quickly, Nagi picks a speed just fast enough to have your thighs twitching helplessly and starts brushing his fingers over the rough spot inside of you with every pass.
After a few moments of this, Reo reaches around Nagi and starts playing with your clit again while he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you. The combination has your hands twisting into the sheets and tears threatening to spill from your eyes, the feeling way too much and still not enough at the same time.
His other, unoccupied hand grips Nagi’s throbbing cock and starts tugging it at the same pace as his fingers pistoning in and out of you. Nagi whines as his hips jerk into his best friends’ touch, already so close again from how unbelievably hot this entire thing is.
The coil in your stomach grows tighter and tighter with each passing second, licking at your nerves until you’re gasping for air and nearly choking on your moans as they force their way out of your mouth.
“Don't stop,” You plead shakily. “I’m gonna- fuck-“
Nagi and Reo hold their pace steady even as you convulse and gush around and against their fingers, squirming and trembling as your orgasm rips through you like a hurricane and fills your vision with white static.
Nagi cums a second time from watching you lose yourself beneath him while Reo pumps his dick fervently and releases a long, drawn out groan as ropes of his cum shoot out and land on your stomach.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Reo pants, eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head while he releases into his underwear again, hips stuttering against the part of Nagi’s back that he had been desperately grinding against the whole time.
As the three of you come down from your highs, the only sound that fills the room is multiple people's harsh breathing. Sweat clings to your body in a thin, sticky layer that helps cool down your overheating body as you catch your breath.
“That was-“ You start, too blissed out to finish your sentence.
“Uh huh,” Nagi agrees brainlessly, lifting an arm to wipe his sweat soaked bangs out of his eyes.
“Glad you guys think so,” Reo chuckles roughly. “Don’t get too comfortable yet though, we’re not done.”
“What?” you and Nagi both exclaim at the same time, whipping your heads around to gape at him. The smile that rests on Reo’s lips is wicked, and you can already feel the heat in your stomach sparking to life again because of it.
It's going to be a long, long night.
aly. honestly i have no words i'm just so down bad for reonagi. thanks for coming to my ted talk.
content warning. MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI, lots of german words (translation is available), reader is female but no pronouns used, vaginal sex, praise, pet names in german used, not actual fic more small snippets to each pet name
kaiserin. – empress.
It’s his most used pet name for you, the empress to his emperor. While he would love to call you Frau Kaiser, slap his family name on you, he knows you won’t say yes right now. So he calls you Kaiserin, with a husky voice, that usual drawl in his English coming full force the moment he starts speaking German. It’s a harsh language, but he softens it for you, to see you shudder when he calls you his, against your lips, your neck, your pussy. He will call you Kaiserin when calling you across the room, the word so weird for his fellow Germans, but to you it’s the sweetest thing.
Frau Kaiser. Mrs Kaiser
schatz/schätzchen. – treasure/little treasure.
He calls you Schatz rather often, throwing in this particular name randomly, but most times when you choke on his dick, tears in your eyes and your hands gripping his thighs with force.
“So gut, mein Schatz, so gut”, he will murmur, and you finally understand some of it, after he sat down and taught you. So you just moan, eyes closing and taking in his praise. Michael loves to praise you, be it in English or German, but to you, the words in his mother language are something special. And you especially love it when he calls you Schätzchen; these moments so rare, you’ll never forget them.
“So gut, mein Schatz, so gut.” So good, my treasure, so good.
süsse maus. – sweet mouse.
One that he uses when he’s sweet, after several rounds of ravishing you. Pussy drunk, he will praise you, comment and compliment you. You’re limp in his arms, eyes dropping but with a loopy smile on your lips, murmuring how much you love him and he will murmur those confessions of love back.
“Ich liebe dich auch, meine süsse Maus.” Then he will press a kiss on your temple, an even softer one on your lips and tell you to sleep, promising you he will be there when you wake up.
“Ich liebe dich auch, meine süsse Maus.” I love you too, my sweet mouse.
hase/hasi. – bunny.
It’s not one he uses often and never to express his love to you. No, when he uses Hase or even worse, Hasi, he does it to annoy you. Michael knows you hate it, ever since he made a comment about how horny you are, like a small bunny, jumping and hopping on his dick, and it spiraled from there. You slapped his chest, the orgasm that had been so close disappearing into nothingness. All the other pet names he had turned you on, but something just wasn’t right with that one. And he knew it. Oh how he knew it and abused that fact rather often.
“Sei mir nicht böse, Hasi, ich meins doch nur gut,” he would goat, trying to placate your anger at him, but it only made it worse. He ends up going to sleep with a dry dick.
“Sei mir nicht böse, Hasi, ich meins doch nur gut.” Don’t be mad at me, bunny, I only mean it well.
schnecke. – snail.
This one was the worst. You thought it was a sweet one for the longest time, when he called you Schnecke and you would blush, trying to hide your face from him (but that always happens when he talks German to you.) He wouldn’t let you, telling you to keep your eyes on him while he continued to fuck you, trying to make you cum on his dick only. “Komm schon, du heisse Schnecke, du wirst doch nicht wieder so lange brauchen um endlich zu kommen”, he had snarled then and you thought he was telling you what would happen if you didn’t keep your eyes on him. Oh, how wrong you were. You googled the word not long after that, remembering that one word he had often said during sex and you finally found out what it meant.
The next time he uttered Schnecke, you literally wiggled out of his arms and told him to fuck off, without giving him a reason. No way you would let him continue calling you a snail.
“Komm schon, du heisse Schnecke, du wirst doch nicht wieder so lange brauchen um endlich zu kommen.” Come on, you hot snail, you won’t take so long again to finally cum.
schnucki. – sweetie.
After the fiasco with Schnecke, you ended up googling all the possible german pet names Michael could use, since he wouldn’t teach you those. Reddit helped you with that, and so you came across all possible pet names, some of them sweet, others you hoped he would never use. One of them was Schnucki, or worse, Schnuckiputz. There was no literal translation to English, so you asked on Reddit and the amount of answers you got… yes, it was better he would never use that one or else you would straight up leave. And while the internet said it was a silly name for sweetie, after spending a longer time with German-speaking people, this was just a nightmare. It was an abomination. And of course Michael was so stupid and call you Schucki after stealing a sweet kiss.
You turned and left him standing. Maybe you should just go to Isagi, he seemed like a sweet boy and would never call you snail or bunny or-
Schnucki. Literal nightmare word for sweetie, like no, who decided that this was a good idea. Don’t even get me started with Schnuckiputz.
anne. so uh... it happened. i'm a kaiser fucker now. so ashamed of myself writing this because i actually speak german and let me tell you, writing dirty talk (or at least attempting to) in german hurts my soul and i will never do it again. that's a lie, i will do it again because i can actually speak german. in general, most pet names in german are just cringe and i will never use them but michael definitely would xD
content: non-intrusive sex, reader!receiving, softdom!haitham, haitham rubs you off
wc: 600+
summary: alhaitham’s frustrations have bubbled over no thanks to kaveh’s constant interventions. he has to have you, and he’ll take whatever he can get.
“haitham, sweetheart… should we really be doing this right now?” you sigh, a contradictory mix of exasperation and content. the body pressed right up against your back provides a comforting source of heat despite the chill of midnight. “it’s rather late…”
alhaitham noses at your nape almost reverently, pressing lazy kisses along the intimate skin. “you’ve always preferred doing this at night, no?”
“well, yes, but your roommate— what was his name again? ‘cabbage’? he’s still here.”
“his name isn’t important,” he replies with that voice so sickeningly smooth. although rather amused, the man opts to ignore the butchering of kaveh’s name if only to maintain the growing heat of the moment.
ahaitham’s left hand snakes over to roam your already flushed body, mapping out the curves of your sides and the divots of your hip that he knows so well. “and you can be quiet, can’t you?”
your head rests supported by his right arm, his bicep cushioning you better than the silken pillows themselves despite how luxurious they may be. it’s difficult to formulate sentences with how closely the both of you are intertwined— a lovers’ cocoon of want and desire.
“i’d— i’d rather you didn’t test me.”
the man huffs at your words, keen on taking on your not-quite challenge. slowly, almost achingly so, his hand begins to glide lower and lower until it slips just below the garter of your pants, earning him a delicious gasp.
alhaitham smirks. you couldn’t see the tilt of his lips, but you could feel it. “oh, i’m sure that’s not quite true.”
he soon reaches your most intimate area, cupping it gently with his large hand. his kisses to your neck grow firmer and longer in duration, licking and sucking occasionally as he continues to palm you underneath your layers. you do your best to stifle your needy little whimpers, burying your face into his arm, but your boyfriend didn’t seem to like the resistance.
alhaitham’s lips trail up even higher, and you shiver at the hot puffs of air brushing up against the shell of your ear.
if there was one thing that could get you to crack, it was this; with no prior warning, your lover suddenly quickens the pace at which he strokes you. the bastard then proceeds to softly nibble at your lobe, groaning— knowing full well that the sound of his voice had always been one of your weaknesses— and you finally break.
you’re not sure who to blame when you start pushing hastily up against him— your body’s inability to resist his touch, or him.
both, perhaps.
his hand diligently continues its pace until you come, waves of blissful euphoria coursing through your entire body. alhaitham grunts when you bite down harder on his arm to silence yourself, but he welcomes the dull ache like a reward. you slump further into the bed after your high, completely— almost comically— limp in his embrace.
you’re shaking by the time he’s through with you. however, you still hadn’t made so much as a sound.
that is, at least, minus your laboured breathing and occasional whimpers, but you’d count this as a win regardless.
your lover pulls his hand out, quivering slightly at the loss of your warmth, and pats your hip affectionately.
“well done,” he chuckles fondly. “apologies for underestimating you.”
“bastard...” you’re not sure how much bite you’ve got to your bark. not much, you’d guess, considering the familiar sensation of his chest rising and falling quickly.
he’s laughing. but in the end, you can’t help but laugh along with him too.
alhaitham plants one last kiss to the top of your head before tucking the both of you under the covers. draping his arm across your side and wrapping you tight against him, you rest your own atop his and intertwine your fingers together.
you’re close to drifting off until you feel something poking your ass, accompanied by the not-so-subtle movement of someone’s hips.
a quick nip to the fingers interlocked with yours is enough to put a stop to your lover’s antics.
The number of queer people who treat penetrative gay sex as something a stronger person does to a weaker one rather than an activity people have personal preferences about that are unrelated to the "energy" they present in public concerns me way more than literally anything fictional.
content warnings. MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI, nsfw, soft!dom rin, reader is bottom, use of female pet names (good girl, pretty princess), no pronouns used, not edited
You feel feverish, your mind stumbling upon thoughts, unable to grasp reality. You can only feel, feel him, feel his touch, his hands, his skin, his love. He mumbles words, creating sentences but you hear nothing, only hear how he praises you.
And how he does. Good girl, he calls you, drawing out the sweetest moans. Pretty princess, you hear and you whine, crane your neck to chase his lips. You relieve it, the praise, and he showers you with it, always continuing, making your mind spin. His breath fans over your sweaty skin, fingers drawing trails while you shudder at the contact, all while he slowly fucks you, making you moan, pulling out whines and chocked sobs out of your mouth and your hands are buried in his hair.
Rin likes to fuck you slow, so slow it’s practically torture. He likes it slow, so he can see you, hear you, feel you. Don’t get him wrong, he will never say no to a hard and frantic fuck, but there was just something about you, when you came undone after so long, after he praised you and your body. He loves it when you shudder at his praise, eyes glazing over everytime he calls you his girl, a good girl, taking his fingers and cock so well. He loves making you undone, loves when you come on his fingers, on his tongue- he loves it, he doesn’t get enough and so he draws it out, doesn’t stop when your thighs start to shake, doesn’t let you breathe when you sob, never stops moving with his attention all on you.
He lets his lips wander over your neck, feels how your nails scrape his scalp, your thighs around his waist slowly slipping, your moans turning to whines- you’re close, oh so close and you beg, you beg so sweetly even if you know you don’t have to. Because Rin spoils you, he praises and spoils you, giving his everything until you’re pliant under him, fucked out with a blissed expression on your face.
Rin loves to fuck you slow, treating you like a princess and showing you exactly why he’s the one who’s in your bed, claiming you and your body.
Rin just fucking loves you.
And you love him. Obviously his dick too.
anne. uh, yeah... so this happened. i have thoughts abt it ofc, but honestly don't know how to form them in words. just one thing. i'm crazy for him and would literally do everything for him to be real holy shit. if you have any rin thoughts, i'm begging you, send them over, i'm going crazy here. ok that's it, hope you enjoyed the filth :)
warnings: MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI, afab!reader (reader has breasts & a vagina), they/them pronouns for reader, unlabelled poly relationship, threesome, exhibitionism, voyeurism, praise, handjobs, fingering, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, masturbation, reader on top & bottom, smoking, mentions of death
wc: 4.0k
summary: "It has never seemed right to exclude Angel from the sex that you have, but he always insists that it isn’t worth the risk of skin-to-skin contact. Always finds an excuse to leave before you can convince him to stay. And it makes sense, sure, but it doesn’t stop the fact that there is always a void missing from the carnal activities you partake in."
this is the first full smutfic i've posted so uhh i will apologise in advance if the smut itself is a little janky in places im still not entirely used to writing it lmfao. also i swear they are protected but it is 5am i have worked on this for 9hrs straight and i do not have the energy to edit a mention in pls forgive me ;-;
Smoke lingers in the air as Aki passes his cigarette across to you between two lithe fingers, stretched out languidly across his bed whilst you sit propped up with plump pillows against the headboard.
He has long since taken down his hair, allowing the shoulder-length black strands to fall loose across his shoulders and frame his face. You think he looks much prettier like this, more unwound and destressed, like the burden of existence has abandoned him for just a moment.
Seeing him so unashamedly himself in these late evening encounters ignites something within your soul, something tepid but sturdy, like the early flickering embers of a roaring fire. Like a hearth, nestled in the centre of a grand living room, its small yet radiant heat enough to warm the entire space. And when he leans his head back, smiles, and lets out an unbridled amused chuckle, you know you’re lucky enough to be seeing him at his most comfortable.
Though he is still in his work clothes, blazer left by the front door already, with his shirt untucked and the first few buttons popped open, it looks like he has found a new sense of freedom within the four walls of this room. With you, and with the man who sits comfortably in the armchair on the far side of the room, eyes on you as he waits for you to pass across the cigarette.
Angel Devil is something all of his own entirely. He is still fully dressed, not a single crease out of place in his attire, as he rests his head lazily atop his arms, long lashes batting at you in such an enticing way that it is a wonder you haven’t risen from your spot and plonked yourself in his lap already.
His wings are tucked up flat behind his back, angled just right with how he has bent forwards so that they aren’t being squished against the chair. They flex subconsciously with each rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, almost like they’ve a life of their own separately to him.
Angel is, you think, so very deserving of his namesake. Ethereal and otherworldly as he smiles fondly at you, the dim light of the bedside lamp reflecting off his halo and casting faint golden slivers across the bed and the walls. It is like he is trying to illuminate yours and Aki’s resting forms from where he sits, gentle kisses of light heavensent, his own personal rendition of an embrace.
There is no name given to the situation that the three of you have found yourselves in, though there certainly are plenty if you were to sit and think about it. It’s fairer that way, you decided early on, to each of you. After all, the Public Safety Division isn’t exactly the place one works when they want to maintain lasting relationships with other people.
And yet you always find yourselves in each others’ company of a night.
Sometimes it’s just two of you, if someone is unlucky enough to have to work late. But more often than not it is all three, sitting together like this in Aki’s bedroom, passing cigarettes between each other as if it were utter blasphemy to each nurse your own.
Perhaps it is something about the intimacy of the action, the indirect kiss (as childish as Aki might deign to tell you it is), and the bond of trust that comes with directly sharing the little nicotine sticks like this. Whatever it is, it is tinged with a fervent emotion, an unfathomable longing that brings you back to one another night after night. The desire to be whole, maybe, to fill the void that lingers within the shell of your heart.
And it is this same intangible desire that has Aki bringing a fallow hand to your cheek and pulling you to him when you return to the bed, pressing kisses to you with all the same admiration as a hoarder with their grandest treasure. His lips pass against you like static, a pleasant tingling sensation that blossoms out from the point of impact and ripples across your skin.
It is so very easy to fall into a rhythm when you kiss, senses heightened by sheer virtue of touching one another, the culmination of the past few weeks of teasing and flirting finally coming to fruition now that you have the chance to have one another like this.
Angel finishes the smoke you’ve just given him, stubs it out on the little ashtray he’s kept on one of the chair arms. “I can go,” he offers, causing you to lift your head and turn to him, “if you want to… carry this on?”
But you are reluctant as he says this, and a shared glance with Aki tells you that he is as well. It has never seemed right to exclude Angel from the sex that you have, but he always insists that it isn’t worth the risk of skin-to-skin contact. Always finds an excuse to leave before you can convince him to stay. And it makes sense, sure, but it doesn’t stop the fact that there is always a void missing from the carnal activities you partake in.
“You don’t have to leave,” Aki says. “We don’t have to do anything if it’s going to make you uncomfortable, or make you go home.”
“I know it helps you unwind,” Angel pouts, rising to his feet. Of course, thinking of your wellbeing no matter how much he’ll insist he doesn’t really care. “And I can’t get involved anyway, so why stay?”
“Angel, darling, why don’t you tell us how you want us?” you suggest, fidgeting against the plush sheets beneath you. “This way you can be a part of it too. It’s not fair to ask you to leave, after all.”
It takes a moment for Angel to respond, the wires in his brain short-circuiting at your proposal. He’s frozen in stasis at first between standing and sitting, hands still gripping the arms of the chair in mid-lift. His gaze flickers between you and Aki, both of whom look back expectantly as you await an answer. The reality of your proposition seems to be sinking in as his mouth opens and closes, words forming but not quite escaping.
And then he sits. And then he speaks.
“On top,” he says hesitantly. “I want you to be on top of him.”
Obediently, Aki moves to lay beside you, fingertips lingering against your waist to coax you into straddling him.
After a few airy laughs whilst you fumble and reposition yourself on his lap, you are at last sat the way that Angel has directed. Aki’s cock strains in his trousers and presses against your clothed pussy as he reaches up to claim your lips, rubbing in just the right way to catch your breath in your throat.
Aki steals the hitched air from you, swallowing it as he kisses you hard, hastily unbuttoning your shirt and pushing it off your shoulders. You shrug it off the rest of the way, tossing it to some imageless void on the far side of the room, reaching down to unzip Aki’s trousers as he grinds urgently against you.
“Is this… good for you?” you check with Angel, resting your head upon Aki’s shoulder as he works at unclasping your bra. He is watching with wide eyes, blown-out pupils, and a wavering breath. Giving you a furtive nod in response in lieu of verbal coherency, you take his actions as a sign to continue and lean back on Aki’s lap, tenderly pulling his cock free from his boxers. “Okay, let me know if you want us to stop. That goes to both of you, of course.”
Aki’s warm breath fans against your cheeks heavily in anticipation as his eyes close and his chest heaves. Your hand finds his dick readily and he rises to your touch as you grip him, a needy whine slipping from parted lips. He falls into a responsive acquiescence easily whilst in your hands, pliable like putty, and the quiet moans that spill from him sound so pretty as they roll down his chin.
“Tell me, Aki,” Angel hums, confidence finding him now as he folds one leg elegantly across the other, leaning back in the chair, “how does it feel with them touching you?”
“Good,” Aki pants, “feels so good.”
“You can give him more than that, my love,” you urge, kissing along the side of Aki’s neck. “What exactly feels good?”
Accented by a particularly loud gasp as you squeeze the base of Aki’s cock, he murmurs, “feels good when you do that, when you’re rough with me, please.”
“Good boy,” you say, pressing another kiss for praise. His nails dig into your shoulderblades as you stroke him, the slight biting pain keeping you grounded.
With your full attention on Aki now, him reverent and hot beneath your wandering hands, you can hear Angel shifting to your right. It must be just as torturous to him, watching his partners engaging with one another’s bodies and being unable to join in, as it is for the pair of you missing out on the chance to touch him in turn.
His direction is indulgent, selfish, urging you to shift whenever you get a little too into the moment, just so he can get the best view possible. But it is worth it, to feel him there with you in any regard. And Aki is even more responsive tonight than when you fuck alone, as though the sensation of being watched and commanded has heightened his senses and elevated him into a separate state of bliss.
There is something about the three of you occupying this space together, even if you weren’t currently hazed with carnal desire, that feels like you have sequestered yourselves away in a personal segment of paradise. Nobody can encroach on your privacy here, no public safety offices, no death, no destruction, no annoyingly endearing not-quite-explicitly adopted teenagers. The weight of reality has lifted from your shoulders as though it has evaporated into the air around you, still present, but now negligible here.
“Fuck,” Aki moans, dragging the tips of his fingers against your flesh as he reaches for your clit, desperate to hold as much of you as he can every step of the way. Your movements jolt as the sweet friction of his gently circling thumb wracks through your body, and you swear that the room starts to spin when you rock against him to encourage him to press in deeper.
As the first orgasm of the night hits you, it is steady, building up like a stream of bubbles and bursting in billowing swells. Aki’s cum spills out onto your stomach and you press your forehead to his as you both ride out the last few thrusts of your climax, peppering feathery kisses to the tip of his nose.
“Do you want us to do anything else?” Aki asks to Angel, absently running his hand across your shoulder as you come down from your high.
“Could you… eat them out?” Angel suggests. You can see how his wings twitch in anticipation, as does his cock, at the thought, and it brings the heat pooling back to your pelvis already.
Aki’s attention turns to you- “you okay with that?”- and when you nod eagerly, situating yourself on your back and spreading your thighs invitingly, he laughs at your enthusiasm. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
You’re already soaked from earlier, your sweet pussy glistening in the light as Aki grasps onto your hips and settles between your thighs. His tongue is so hot when it presses against you, runs through your folds and laps at your clit. Fingers threading through his hair, your head falls against the pillows, crying out when his tongue dips inside you.
Aki eats you out with practice, with fervour, taking breaks to nip across the expanse of your thighs until they are squeezing either side of his head and you are quietly urging him to continue, to stay right there and to keep doing that, just like that, good boy.
“Make a mess for us,” Angel commands, voice soft and light and so pretty as it breaks through the symphony of your moans and Aki’s gentle hums of affirmation echoing as praise against your dripping cunt.
It is all you need to spill over the edge for a second time, crying out incoherently as this orgasm hits you harder and with far much more sensitivity. Your clit aches through the aftershocks, cunt clenching at the sudden lack of friction.
“Fuck,” you say, tone imbued with a giggle as the last throbs of pleasure ebb and flow from your body. “I hope you guys don’t want to do anything else tonight, I don’t think I can take it.”
“Sure you can,” Aki taunts playfully, leaning in close to steal a kiss. “Just one more?”
“Hmm, I don’t think so,” you laugh harder, squealing as he continues to smother your face in kisses.
“What about if it’s for Angel?” Aki says, gently turning your head to face the devil in question. You exchange a glance with him, drinking in the blissed out but certainly not sated expression that glimmers in his eyes, as Aki whispers against your ear. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint our sweet boy when he’s been so patient with us, would you?”
“Okay,” you hum in agreement, “for Angel. That okay, baby?”
Angel perks up as you call across to him and voices his approval, readjusting his position on the armchair to get comfortable once more.
There is a quiet moment as Aki positions himself over you, one hand cradling your cheek and the other steady on your hip, where those gentle glimmering reflections from Angel’s halo paint the room once more. You are bathed in gold for several seconds, which stretch into endless hours as your breaths intermingle in the space between you, chests rising and falling in sync.
Angel may not be able to physically touch either of you right now but it is more obvious in these few seconds than it has been all evening that he is so intrinsically tangled into your lovemaking tonight. When Aki pushes into you, it is Angel’s name you gasp into his shoulder, and if you were not so drowned out in the pleasure of feeling full, you would have heard the same name tumble from Aki’s lips in turn.
You are so used to the sensation of Aki by now that you could map his body blind, but there is something new in the mix tonight and it leaves everything feeling so much fresher, as though you’ve been dropped back into unchartered territory and told to make your way out again. It is thrilling, addictive even, to feel Aki, to revel in the warmth of his body against yours and the familiar sound of his hips slapping against your own, whilst hearing another voice in the mix, another set of frantic breaths and another scent that mixes with the familiar smell of your usual sex and turns it into something so much more.
“Does that feel good?” Angel pipes up airily, earning muffled groans of satisfaction in response as you find a steady rhythm to match Aki’s thrusts and your cunt starts to clench around his cock. He beckons your attention with a lilting call of your name. “How does it feel to be so stuffed with Aki’s cock?”
“Angel,” you whine, fingers digging into the firm curve of Aki’s ass to draw him deeper within you, to feel every single inch of him as he fucks you, “stop teasing.”
“What do you think I could do if I were there too?” he continues, paying no mind to your half-hearted protests. “Maybe I’d take your ass whilst Aki fucks you… or you could have my dick in your mouth. Perhaps I’d fuck Aki whilst he fucks you- oh, you both seem to like that one.”
Despite his words, Angel is just as flushed and dishevelled as the pair of you, his own hand tightly fisting his dick and his hair a mess cascading across his shoulders as he slumps heavily into the armchair he occupies.
He garners more confidence in the heat of the moment, becoming more vocal, as though he has to babble out every thought in his mind whilst he unravels. And you certainly can’t say you mind it, as each word brings you closer to the edge, brings Aki closer, hot breaths mingling as you dip in to steal a kiss, and another, and a third whilst he fucks into you.
Aki’s cock pulses as his thrusts falter, as he kisses you with such unbridled vigour that the air is stolen entirely from your lungs for the second time tonight and you feel lightheaded when your third orgasm of the night finally comes crashing over you in waves. Your body feels electric, alive, like every single nerve is awake and feeling absolutely every single sensation coursing through you.
In your ears and the base of your neck, you feel your own heartbeat thudding.
Aki takes your face so tenderly in his large hands as you come down from your high, placing sloppy haphazard lips to your forehead and nose and chin.
As your head lulls to the side, you see Angel with parted lips and flushed cheeks, hand still resting atop his softening cock and cum painting his chest as he watches you fondly. You smile across at him and the little quirk of his lips in response is enough to sate you before Aki steals your attention once more.
“I’m gonna get some stuff to clean us up, okay?”
“Mmh,” you nod slowly, “okay.”
With the bed to yourself, you spread your arms out and stretch your muscles to realign yourself in the wake of your previous activity. Getting comfortable in the middle of the pillows, you turn to Angel again.
“Was this good for you?” you ask quietly. “I mean… I know it can’t be the same as the real thing, but did it help?”
“It did,” he says. “It was better than I thought it could be.”
“I’m glad,” you say. “We've wanted to find a way for you to join us in this for so long.”
“I’ve wanted that, too,” Angel agrees, stretching out his wings and groaning under the exertion. “You both look so pretty when you’re fucking like that, you know.”
Giggling, you toss one of the throw pillows across at him- “don’t say that! -” but he catches it easily and cradles it to his chest as he laughs back at you.
He looks adorable like this, cheeks and nose still pink, even his chest dusted lightly with red, and sweat making the shorter strands of hair on his forehead cling to the skin. Pillow clutched against him like a lifeline, tight in his grasp as though he's trying to substitute it for something else.
"I want to touch you so badly," he complains, sighing as he collapses back into the chair again. "You think Aki will be up for another round?"
"Not tonight," the man in question replies smoothly, tossing a spare towel across the room. Angel doesn't catch this one as easily, the fabric instead thwacking him square in the face and skewing over his head. "We've got work in the morning."
The pout Angel gives as an attempt to convince Aki otherwise fails to win out, whilst Aki attentively cleans you up. He runs a warm damp washcloth across you to wipe away the cum staining your cunt and stomach, patting your thighs to encourage you to spread open again for him. "C'mon, the quicker I do this the sooner we can all cuddle."
Which has Angel practically scrambling to clean himself up in turn, getting up and heading to the chest of drawers by the window to rummage through Aki's old shirts. A looser one procured for himself, one he slit holes for his wings in long ago, lays folded neatly on the top and he hangs it across his forearm as he digs around for another one for you.
"Ooh, that one!" you declare as you spot your favourite, a baggy old thing that was already several sizes too large for Aki when he first got it, and you catch it when Angel tosses it across to you. You lose yourself in the soft cotton fabric as you wrestle it over your head, but eventually it is on and you finish up your bedtime outfit with the bottoms you brought with you.
Aki has since settled into bed beside you, arms around your middle and drawing you close into him. It’s far easier to lay yourself wholly against Aki, with no worries about how you’re positioned. His chest is broad and comfortable, pectorals like pillows as you nestle against them, and his thick arms squeeze you gently whenever you shift, like he’s reassuring you that he’s still there.
And although it is a little more awkward to situate Angel, you choose to be the one closest to him when you lay like this in case of accidents. After an argument following the discovery of Aki’s remaining lifespan, you had decided that it was less risky to situate you in between the pair of them. You had the chance to have a much longer life ahead of you, more to get away with on the very unlikely chance that Angel would sap something from you as you all sleep.
Angel gets to bury his head into your chest this way, though, embracing you as fully as he can manage, with his mouth in the perfect vicinity to press grateful kisses against your clothed collarbone and along the slope of your breasts as you allow sleep to take hold of your weary forms. Loose strands of fine pink hair tickle your chin as you resist the urge to kiss atop it- just in case- and you lean your own head back into Aki’s chest as he runs his hand idly along Angel’s covered shoulder.
You’re sandwiched between the two of them, really. A physical buffer, a conduit of the tender affection that passes through the veins of all three bodies like a live electric current, like the three of you, when kept together, are a complete circuit pulsing with something far beyond any of your comprehension.
And yet none of you could ask for more as the early hours of the morning draw near and the city lights filter beneath the thick blackout curtains, a subtle reminder that the return of the life you’ve spent the evening avoiding approaches ever nearer with each passing second.
You’ll wake in the morning to Angel somewhere across the other side of the room, having shifted impossibly in the night and practically flung himself off the bed. Aki will have risen before you and left to make breakfast for the pair of you, and for the insatiable teens that will almost certainly be the cause of your awakening in the first place. The bed will be yours alone for those first few solitary minutes of the day, before you finally have to force yourself from your reverie and face the world.
once again please have an age indicator on your blog if you're gonna be interacting with me. i'll be purging ppl off of this blog later tonight so yall have til then to get ur shit together.
