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alhaitham used to think that one of the most fascinating aspects of human life was how one chooses a mate.

you’re making it weird. just say lover, the voice at the back of his mind scolds– a voice that sounds eerily similar to kaveh.

but it’s not weird, it’s biology. it’s a selective, compensatory process in which individuals combine scores on several key attributes. such attributes include - but are not limited to - supply and demand, individual circumstance, biology, psychology, religion. it’s an exchange theory of sorts, in which humans pick mates based on who best benefits them. he’d always thought that, should he find ‘a lover,’ it’d be someone like himself.

alhaitham will always be a scholar first and foremost, but every academic thought, fact, and hypothesis disappeared from his mind when he met you. all it took once one glance in your direction and you challenged his every preconceived notion.

you studied under the amurta darshan. he studied under haravatat. you smile and greet every passerby who spares you a glance. he really couldn’t be bothered to lift his nose out of his book. your career in emergency medicine is loud and fast-paced. his job as the scribe (and temporarily the acting grand sage) is largely quiet aside from the occasional research outing or squabble amongst the sages. you voluntarily take extra shifts at the bimarstan all the time, whereas he walks out the akademiya doors at five and never looks back. you like dogs, he prefers cats.

there’s no denying that the two of you are different, and that’s why the outcome rejects his hypothesis. you’re nothing like him and he chose you anyway.

he chose you (even ‘put a ring on it’ as kaveh says) despite the fact that you arrange your books in alphabetical order rather than the dewey decimal system he’s followed since childhood.

which is why he doesn’t understand why you’re suddenly acting like this. if he could swiftly classify your behaviour, it’d be much easier for him to make adjustments to whatever it is he’s doing, but he still hasn’t figured it out.

you’re on the night shift today, which means you’re still asleep as he gets ready for the day. he presses a kiss to your temple, pulling the covers back up around your chin before heading into the kitchen.

kaveh’s already awake too, nursing a mug of coffee as he mulls over the blueprints spread over the dinner table. alhaitham pours himself some coffee, settling into a chair and ignoring his roommate’s protests as he pushes blueprints aside to make room for his mug.

“i was looking at those,” the architect grumbles. “can’t you sit somewhere else?”

alhaitham opens his book, flipping to the page he’d left off on. “it’s my table.”

“that i picked!”

“and i paid for.”

he knows that kaveh can’t argue with that. he smirks, crossing his leg over his knee as kaveh mutters curses, gathering up his blueprints and stomping over to the living room.

when he’s got a good book open, ignoring kaveh’s grumblings is an easy task. his eyes shift toward the clock, and when he sees it’s almost time to head to the akademiya, it’s his turn to grumble.

but then you saunter out of the bedroom, stretching languidly before shuffling over to sit in his lap, pressing various, sleepy kisses to his face. “good morning.”

“ugh,” kaveh scoffs from the couch. “so unbecoming.”

“move out then,” alhaitham suggests, gripping your chin and pulling you in for a proper kiss.

“i can bring you lunch today,” you suggest, hugging him tightly. “or we can go to puspa café and finally have our fortunes read in the coffee grounds!”

“no need,” he tells you. “i’ll just have amani bring me something.”

your face immediately falls, and he doesn’t need to be a scholar to know he’s made some sort of mistake. especially when you slide off his lap, picking up his unfinished cup of coffee and placing it in the sink.

“oh, it’s so awkward,” he hears kaveh say from the living room.

“i wasn’t…” he swallows his protests when you turn around, hands on your hips.

“well, you can just have amani bring you a new one when you get to work.” you turn on your heel, heading off to the bedroom and slamming the shut behind you.

“you handled that terribly,” kaveh informs him. “clearly you’ve never had a woman scream at you with her eyes.”

alhaitham closes his book letting out a breath. “noted.”

after a beat silence, his roommate is the one who sighs, claiming the seat across from him. “alright, i’m going to help you now. because i know that your life has been one grand exercise in romantic self-destruction.”

“romantic self—”

“let me finish. between the job that you have and the one that you somehow got, how often are you home?”

“same hours as always,” he answers easily. just because he had two jobs now did not mean he had to work longer than his standard nine to five.

kaveh shakes his head. “yes, but you always come home too exhausted to do anything, and then she goes to work for the night.”

“that is typically what employed adults who pay rent do.”

he can’t help but chuckle when kaveh rolls his eyes. “okay, smartass. but do yourself a favour and don’t talk about the assistant that obviously has a crush on you. it’s always ‘amani’s this,’ and ‘amani that.’ next time your fiancee offers to bring you lunch, just say yes and absolutely don’t mention that your assistant can bring it to you instead. she’s jealous. you simply have to assure her that she has no reason to be.”

you’re not like that, alhaitham thinks. because he knows you. knows that you’d never be prone to something as cliché as jealousy. and of almani? whose face he couldn’t pick out of a crowd if he tried?

also, kaveh absolutely could not be right. he refused it.

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alhaitham’s already at the bimarstan when you arrive, holding two to-go cups of coffee from puspa café. you roll your eyes as your coworkers and patients are whisper amongst themselves, in awe of the akademiya scribe/acting grand sage in their midst.

“you still have approximately ten minutes before your shift,” he tells you. “have coffee with me.”

“i need to get ready,” you huff, speed-walking toward the staff room. “why don’t you drink it with almani instead?”

it’s a low blow, and it’s punctuated by the flash of hurt that flickers across his face. he follows you, though, ignoring the ‘staff only’ sign and shutting the door tightly behind you both.

he opts to stay silent as you put your things away, letting you take the drinks from his hand, “you don’t have to drink it. caffeine intake can affect a person’s fine motor skills. such circumstances are unideal if you’re stitching together a wound or—”

“don’t tell me what to do,” you take the lid off one of the drinks, still glaring at him as you take a sip. “i’m not your assistant.”

if looks could kill, he’d be dead. usually, this is the kind of look you reserve for kaveh when he’s banging around building knick-knacks in the middle of the night.

“i don’t like amani.” alhaitham takes the cup from your hands, placing it on the bench. “i love you, and i don’t say it enough.”

you deflate a little, shaking your head. “no— i— i know. i guess it’s just been a little crazy with everything that’s been going on. you’re the acting grand sage now and you’re busier than ever. i should be more supportive instead of being crazy jealous of—”

“so you were jealous?” damn kaveh.

“well, if i started spending all my time with someone other than you, wouldn’t you be?”

“no,” he answers confidently, reaching out and pulling you in by the waist. “i’m kind of a big deal around here. you certainly can’t do better than me.

“doctor,” one of your medical students interrupts, poking her head into the room. “the general mahamatra is in need of medical attention. he’s asked for you, specifically.”

wait, cyno? asking for you?

this information doesn’t seem to puzzle you the way it does him, and you press a quick kiss to alhaitham’s lips, smiling. “i’ll be right there.”

and if alhaitham hovers a little too closely, shooting daggers over the top of his book while you clean up and stitch the wound on cyno’s unfortunately well-sculpted abdomen, laughing at his every awful joke— you simply smirk, choosing not to say anything.

harbingers youtuber au (part 1)

rush job [18+]

chainsaw man | aki hayakawa x f!reader | 1.8k

warnings | explicit smut. quickie. no condom. 18+. minors dni. reader features | smaller than aki, hair at least shoulder length a/n | wrote this in one go, because aki is occupying every space of my mind right now. not sorry about it. more detailed tags on ao3. not beta read or edited sorry! hope you enjoy! read on ao3

With time ticking away, a strict countdown till Aki needs to head back, it doesn’t deter him from taking the time to tease you.

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this is just ugh 😩❤️✨🤌🤌🤌

— 「 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐒 | 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐄 」

feat : lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeous, beelzebub + belphegor.

warnings : f. reader, breeding, cockwarming, kind of possessive but not toxic, accidental confessions, sex with feelings, fwb to lovers, pussy job in levi’s.

note : this is like my favourite trope of all time so they got a little longer than i’d normally do i’m sorry :,)

୪ LUCIFER

— the idea was something he’d never really thought about, he was a busy person, but the feelings he’d developed since the beginning of your arrangement were new to him, especially to be feeling them towards a human. he just grew to enjoy your company, not realising that his attachment was growing with it as he gradually became a little more lovesick.

“h-how do you feel so good, every time?” lucifer breathes, a trembling undercurrent to his voice when he draws his hips back, his hands massaging your waist almost soothingly as he feels your tight walls stretch around him. it’s just as slow when he sinks back into you, rolling his hips forward into yours and you watch his lips part, a breathy whine falling from them as he blinks down at you. “f-fuck.” the eldest brother hisses, feeling your pussy flex around his sensitive cock once more and you mumble something affirming back—something that has a gruff curse falling from the dark-haired demon’s lips when he begins a steady pace. your hands grab his shoulders to keep yourself steady, but you pull him closer in the process, watching him lean down to hover just over you—his hair messy and unkempt as it hangs over his face, framing the blush on his cheeks perfectly. you whimper at how good he fills you, your eyes closing in bliss and for a moment you feel his hips stutter when he sucks in a breath, you look pretty, lucifer thinks to himself. his hips jolt forward, watching the way your face contorts in pleasure, needy moans of his name falling from your lips and his head dips towards you, placing a gentle kiss against your cheek and his cock twitches when you look up at him again. “f-feels good, lucifer.” and he rocks his body into yours again, because his name has never sounded better.

୪ MAMMON

— mammon felt a lot, he thought he could do it, just agreed because he wanted to be closer to you and being able to have any sort of relationship with you was good enough for him. it was just sex, but when your pussy felt like it was made just for him he couldn’t help the feelings that came along with it, the ones he thought he could ignore—the ones that followed the late nights and the impromptu visits that became more frequent when he started missing you, he needed you, and he was terrible at hiding it.

“goddamn, t-that’s it, baby—look at me, ya feel s-so good.” mammon groans from above you, holding his bottom lip between his teeth as he sinks his cock into your doughy cunt with another heavy thrust. his hands are grabbing tightly at your hips, keeping you in position as he begins an almost brutal pace, his brows creasing from the overwhelming pleasure. your body feels like it was made for him and the chemistry between you both itself was undeniable, his brothers constantly commenting on the tension between you both as they joked about how smitten with you the second eldest was as he stumbled over excuses. “i wanna be the only one who gets to see ya l-like this, so pretty. i’ll make ya f-feel better than anyone else ever could—shit” mammon grunts, pulling back only to pull you in for a feverish kiss, eagerly, without care while lewd whispers of how tight and perfect you are leave his lips as your cunt continues to squeeze him, feeling him grin against your lips before he wraps you in his strong hold. the silver haired demon exhales shakily, “you make me feel so g-good, mammon.” you sigh and your praise cuts him deep as his pace quickens, feeling you grip the back of his neck to help him hitch your hips impossibly closer to his and he trembles over you. he’s so lost in you—his mind feels foggy, focusing on the needy push and pull of your body and he murmurs your name, grits his teeth, can barely keep his eyes open but he cant look away, not from you when he feels his orgasm suddenly wash over his body just as your walls twitch around him. “f-fuck, baby—shit, i-i love ya, ya know that right? hnghhh—how d’ya expect me t-to resist ya.” a confession slipping from mammon’s lips in a sudden moment of tenderness has his eyes widening in horror as he fucks his load into your cunt, but when he feels you grab him tighter in response—he knows you’ll be okay.

୪ LEVIATHAN

— you’d caught him off guard with the question, ofcourse he’d catch feelings for you, they were there already. he just wanted to be closer to you, and now he felt like he was the main protagonist in some romance manga and now he understood why they couldn’t just confess to their crush, because what if it meant he never got to hear how much better his name sounds from your lips again.

“are you okay, levi?” you whisper and keen, peering at him from where your forehead is against his while levi’s thighs quiver below you at the languid back and forth sway of your hips in his lap. “hnghh—huh, i-it’s nothing! it’s nothing, d-don’t stop, please—“ you’re intoxicating, the feeling of your body against his, your pussy feels like silk as you roll your puffy folds along his cock, his swollen cockhead catching under the hood of your clit as you both twitch and sigh. he looks at you, flushed from his cheeks to his chest, and his mind is so full with conflicting emotions—all while he’s mindlessly helping you rock back and forth along the length of him, feeling you press slow, soft kisses along his cheeks and his lips part to allow another whimper to slip through with a lewd swirl of your hips. “p-please, don’t stop—“ levi grunts, gripping your hips tightly as you continue to grind yourself against him and he feels like he can barely think, he loves how it feels to push against you, he could spend every day like this, watching you thrust and glide your pussy across the length of his cock—he’s in heaven, so much so, he doesn’t realise his hand has moved to intertwine with yours until you give his a reassuring squeeze when he swallows—a little awkwardly at first, the blush across his cheeks darkening before he gathers you even closer, grunting with each greedy swirl of your clit across the intense, sensitive nerves of his cock. “i—i really l-like you—uh, w-when you do that! yeah, when you do that.”

୪ SATAN

— you’d just never really addressed what you both were—you visited his room, fucked him and normally left but it all changed when you fell asleep in his lap one day as his hands traced featherlight touches down your figure, and when he realised he’d been smiling to himself as you slept—he knew he was in trouble.

“s-satan!” you mumble, arching your back to press your chest closer to his, your cunt flexing around his pretty cock when you feel him push deeper, pulling a pleasured hiss from the man beneath you as his jaw clenches, watching him sink back into his chair—the book he was reading long forgotten in favour of his fingers sinking into your hips instead. “it feel good? nghhh—you truly are something else.” satan grunts, his voice low and smooth and the tone has your back curling, something intimate in the way his hips are rolling against yours—your body so ready for the pleasure that you know only he can give you. “feels s-so good.” you babble back and your mind is too cloudy to notice the almost proud smile on the blonde brothers face before he groans, his hands smoothing along the shape of your hips—appreciating every part of you. “let me l-look at you.” he hums, thrusting into you again, his pace a little rougher this time as the sound of skin slapping picks up and he pulls you against his chest more, his fingers curling along your jaw before he curses roughly, fucking into you with practiced thrusts that have you keening. you’re vaguely aware of what’s going on, satan’s cock is smoothing along all of your sweet spots but you don’t expect to feel his lips press against yours softly, a contrast to how ruthlessly he’s fucking into you—this is gentle, feeling his fingers smooth along the side of your cheek before he pulls away just as quickly, mumbling a few praises under his breath and he looks at you, a rush of warmth in his veins due to the fluttering pull of your pussy and the ghost of a grin on his lips “s-so beautiful.”

୪ ASMODEOUS

— the fact he couldn’t do it surprised even him, he was the avatar of lust after all but there was just something about you. something that had him craving you beneath him, to shower you in the praises that fell from his lips and rolled down the curves of your body until he was the only thing on your mind, he craved you.

“oh—you’re so cute. does that feel good?” asmo hums, he really likes the way you look below him, watching you whimper and keen as he feels the saccharine rub of his skin against yours, he feels delirious at your touch—lost in an intense haze of messy kisses and moans as he fucks into you, his hands wandering and squeezing before his palm rests against your cheek. every grind on his hips against yours is teasing, drawing his hips back before he’s rolling them back into yours just as slowly, the head of his pretty cock pushing on something just a little too deep inside of you that’s warm and pleasantly achy and you twitch around him, pulling a dreamy whine from the man above you as he taps his fingers on your cheek, urging you to meet his narrowed, lustful gaze as his lips curl into a smile. “look at you, so needy, you’re even more adorable like this—you feel so good.” asmo always knew your body so well, he was so hypnotised by you, like every move you made below him was enchanting as his free hand trails it’s way between you both, slowly rolling your clit under the pad of his fingers and you cast him a starry eyed glance before he kisses you, and it feels like he’s been shot with a cupids arrow when he emphasises it with another slow roll of his hips, his voice becoming more breathless as he admires you, drunk on sizzling pleasure as your pussy flexes around him again. “i’ll take care of you, just keep your eyes on me, okay? i’m all yours after all.”

୪ BEELZEBUB

— he didn’t really understand the whole agreement. he was just excited he was finally going to be able to fuck you, it felt good and he got to stay to eat with you after so he was happy. you’d became important to him, so he just assumed that you both were dating—always ending up a little confused when you denied any questions from his brother, because isn’t this what couples do? 

“fuck—feels s-so good. you look delicious.” beel grunts from his place facing you, pinning you to the wall with his chest as he fucks into your cunt—your mind foggy from how tightly you’re stretched around his fat cock and his eyes focus on the way you suck him back in, your walls rewarding the delicious stretch by twitching around the blunt head. he groans, the vibrations of his tone rumbling in his chest and you feel tears in your eyes at the overwhelming pleasure, meeting beel’s gaze only to catch him already looking at you with parted lips and pink cheeks. “you’re so cute, hmph—feel like another p-part of me is full when you’re here.“ he exhales shakily, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours while his fingernails dig into your hips to pull you closer, and he grits his teeth as he dumbly pistons his cock into your cunt, his hips driving into yours ruthlessly. he’s fucked out, his violet gaze is hazy and his red hair is wet with sweat as it hangs messy over his forehead, but it frames his face in a way that has you arching against him. beel’s heavy body is so close, pushing you even harder against the wall, fucking every coherent thought out of your mind that isn’t him or his cock and you feel his fat head kiss every part of your insides when his pace grows messy, his hips bucking almost wildly into you and he growls, audible moans of your name falling from his lips mixed with needy grumbles. “g-gonna cum, does it feel good? fuck, nggghh—will you s-stay after this time? don’t wanna s-stop—need more.”

୪ BELPHEGOR

— it wasn’t something you had expected to happen honestly, it just kind of happened naturally in the time you both spent together, napping turning into more than that whenever he came over. only realising when he had to feel his heart race every time he heard a familiar knock on his bedroom door, hoping you don’t see the ghost of a smile on his lips when he reaches to open it knowing you’re on the other side.

you tremble from your place underneath belphe, your body still coming down from your orgasm as the youngest of the brothers groans against your neck, a string of barely audible curses falling from his lips as his cock thickens and throbs inside of you. you shudder when you feel him sink his cock back into your twitching walls, his hips grinding against yours as lewd squelching noises fill the room, a mixture of both your orgasms dripping from the place between you both, soaking the sheets beneath you. “ughhh—feels g-good, so tight.” belphe breathes, a trembling undercurrent to his voice and your mind is too hazy to acknowledge the soft kiss he places on your skin as he finally comes down from his high, plopping his weight on you before rolling onto his side, his cock beginning to soften inside of you. you try to catch your breath, shuffling to blink up at the male but your eyes widen when his arms move quickly to pull you against his chest instead—it feels more intimate this time, and maybe it’s the post orgasm haze that has you nuzzling into him. “belphe? you awake?” you ask, your voice a quiet whisper followed by a huff when you’re met with only silence in response and belphe’s soft breathing, assuming he must’ve fell asleep. but he’s awake—with a softer sort of smile on his lips while the exhaustion in your body has you falling asleep against him quickly, not realising this was belphe’s plan b when he got too nervous to ask you to stay.

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

—𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

✦ wet dream hc’s feat. heizou, tighnari, kazuha, diluc 

✦ warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

✦ disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, clothed sex (heizou), fingering (heizou), biting (heizou), exhibitionism (tighnari), blowjob (tighnari), facial (tighnari), aphrodisiacs (tighnari), masturbation (kazuha), face-sitting (diluc), squirting (diluc), unedited

Waking up completely drenched in sweat, hair sticking to his forehead was something Heizou wasn’t expecting. All he could do was suck in his breath feeling the sheets rub against his thick, pulsating cock. His juniper eyes bore down into your sleeping, watching your chest rise and fall as he zoned out on your peeking cleavage and taut nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt.

With a shaky breath, Heizou could help but press his side against your behind—cock nestled between your plush ass as his lips dragged against your sensitive neck waking you up. He heard you simply laugh at him, shaking your hip causing him to suck another breath in. 

As you tease him, asking him to use words to describe what he wants you turned over to see a slightly irritated look morphing to a cruel smirk before his hands wandered beneath your pajama bottoms—nimble fingers grazing against your clit. You whined, trying to grind your clit deeper into his touch as his fingers dragged and flicked the small bundle of nerves before slowly dipping into your newly wet cunt.

His lips dragged against your earbud, telling you how you should never egg him on when he is in this state.  His name echoed from your lips as he ground his needy clothed cock against your ass trying to resist the soft moans threatening to come out. He could feel your soft walls beginning to cave into his fingers, now curled and brushing that spongy spot inside of you. 

As you shifted, legs shivering in pleasure wiggling from his grip as you couldn’t help yourself, Heizou’s pearly whites sunk down on your nape hips raised and bucking as a stain made its way to his briefs. He could only lowly moan, feeling his warm cum seep through his clothes and upper thighs—fingers still plowing through you, riding your own orgasm out. 

As a researcher, Tighnari wasn’t afraid of trying the various mushrooms of the forest to write in his survival guide. His philosophy was, that it’s better he experience it than unexpecting ones. He didn’t expect popping an interesting pink mushroom that his body would immediately flush, cock hardening.

His head felt like it was on a cloud as half-lidded jade eyes shockingly gazed down at you between his thighs. As he struggled, asking you just how you managed to get to his location, your fingers already made their way to his pants, others on his inner thigh. The way you licked your lips as you slowly revealed his cock, springing forth and slapping against his lower stomach.

As if in a trace, you sat in between his legs, telling him he could do absolutely whatever he wanted with just a pretty much. Shoving a growl down his throat, the hazy Tighnari couldn’t help pressing his heavy cock against your cheeks. God, they felt so soft under it, precum now glistening on it. You smiled, pressing a kiss on his tip before completely taking him into your mouth.

You bobbed your head, as Tighnari's head fell against the base of the tree, feeling you slurp and slobber against his length. He could feel the flat of your tongue pressing against one of his prominent veins, ripping another moan from his lips. His hips began to jump, pushing his cock even deeper into your mouth as you began to gag as a string of Sumerian curses came from Tighnari.

He pushed you away, pumping his cock rapidly as thick ropes of his cum shot out, staining your face, as you timidly looked up at him with glossy lips. A lazy smile fell onto Tighnari, seeing you slowly take your pants down, opening your legs to reveal your pretty sobbing cunt…

But with a gasp, Tighnari shot up from the forest floor, body hot and cock pulsating as he looked around in the direction seeing the mushrooms below him. He could only wince as he palmed his cock, leaning his head against one of the trees as he moved up from his position. To keep his reputation, maybe he should leave out the details of what this mushroom could do to you. 

Traveling with you could be a little more difficult than Kazuha liked to admit, simply because you always managed to pull at the strings that unleashed his lust. He could only stare at a wall, trying to ignore his heavy cock pulsating beneath the sheets, before softly sighing and getting up from your shared bed.

He left the tent walking up to a nearby pond, staring at the moonlight’s reflection. Bags were under his eyes as this spell of lust has haunted him since he woke up from a dream. He sighed, slowly disrobing before letting his body submerged in the cool water. As Kazuha rested against the shallow side, his hands slowly wrapped around his length, squeezing it with a gasp.

His teeth dug against his bottom lip, slowly fisting his cock beneath the water, covering his mouth that was beginning to softly moan out. His stomach tensed, gliding his fingers along his sensitive tip trying to desperately reenact whenever you would grace him with your touch. Even as his hips shook in pleasure as he came, the relief was only momentary before he felt hard again under his touch. 

He wanted to feel your cunt instead of his hand. He wanted to hear the whispers of your moans, not the winds. He wanted you so bad, so desperately that his dreams plagued themselves every night of different positions he would take you in. 

It was when he felt your hands touch the one that was wrapped around his cock, was when he realized his lust had invaded all aspects of his senses too. He could feel your chest press against him, lips pressing against his back—reprimanding him for not getting you sooner.

But as Kazuha slowly opened his eyes, seeing daylight creep into the small tent he realized…all of that was simply a dream. He didn’t go outside, you didn’t join him, but the tent beneath his sheets remained the same.

He just needed to go ahead and tell you his needs at this point.

The dreams Diluc had of you were so vivid. There was one particular recurring dream he refuses to tell you about, regardless of how many nights he woke up and privately deal with his “issues” once he had this dream.

In this dream, you would be laying on top of him, the perfect view of your cunt clutching on absolutely nothing. He could see just how wet you were, your slick even coming down to drip on his face, hovering below it. And suddenly, after admiring the view, you’d finally put your weight down—letting his senses completely wrap themselves into your beautiful hole.

You should squeeze his legs against his head, hands reaching up to grab your chest as his tongue lapped up and sucked on your clit as if he was completely starved. The blunt of his nails would dig into your plush thighs, as he finally dart his tongue completely inside of you, nose nudging your sensitive nub instead. 

Hearing your voice waver, repeating his name over and over again made Diluc’s cock throb, even more, precum completely coating his length. As he sucked more and more, it wouldn’t take long before you would completely cover your face, squirt shooting out as he happily drank and lapped up every part of it, only for your to grind on his face more and start the process all over again until he finally woke up.

Even as he got up in bed, cock was animated and ready to be touched —you finally caught him only to be surprised by the massive bulge beneath his briefs. He finally came clean to you, discussing this dream seemingly haunting him wherever he went, only for you to get on top of him asking why not make the dream a reality.

It’s safe to say, the two of you didn’t sleep that night.

❝YOU'RE GONNA WISH YOU PRAYED❞ — ZHONGLI

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 + 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

PAIRING: ZHONGLI x AFAB!READER

SUMMARY: one little graze is all it takes for morax to come out to play

WARNINGS: biting, spitting, monsterfucking, two dick zhongli, feral zhongli, dvp, rough sex, unprotected sex, cervix fucking, mating press, implied breeding, implied multiple rounds

WC: 0.8k

a big thank you to @sanzucide for beta'ing and @tojiholic for editing <3

“open up,” zhongli’s deep voice demanded as his fingers roughly pressed into your cheeks, claws digging into your skin.

if you had known that something as simple as grazing your teeth along his shoulder would awaken primal instinct in him, you probably could've prepared better for this moment. because as soon as you pulled away and his eyes flash a bright gold, you didn't have time to register that the man in front of you quickly went from your loving and caring significant other to an archon in his primal form with animalistic urges and instincts. 

you opened your mouth, watching as his adams apple bobbed up and down while he gathered saliva in his mouth. you wanted to squirm, but couldn't move as his free hand kept your hips pinned against his, his two cocks stretching out your soaked cunt and splitting you open as you tried to adjust to the size of them. you whimpered as he pursed his lips, a long trail of spit falling from them and onto your awaiting tongue. it was hot, damn near scalding as he let his hand go, lightly pushing your jaw closed.

“swallow.”

you did, trying not to let it catch as it felt like fire slithering down the back of your throat. it warmed your belly, making you groan as you already felt immense pressure from the tips of his cocks pushing against your cervix. he wasn't sure at first if you could handle him, but you were doing extremely well and the thought of properly marking you up made him twitch inside you with excitement. the way you gave easily gave in without a fight had him licking his lips in anticipation. 

he gave you no warning as he pulled his hips back before roughly burying himself into you again. you yelped, bracing your hands against his strong shoulders — like that would do you any good. he'd gotten a taste, and he wanted more. morax quickly became insatiable, driving into you with a force that mixed pain into pleasure. 

he dipped his head down, nipping at your neck a few times. when a moan left your mouth, his sharp canines pierced your flesh and you cried out at how badly it hurt. but, the way your walls clamped down around him was the only thing he needed to keep going. even though it stung, you couldn't deny how great it felt when his teeth pierced your flesh. 

your eyes rolled back as you wrapped your arms around him, his name falling breathlessly off your lips as he dragged his cocks in and out of your cunt. you were so tight, growls escaping him as he littered your chest and shoulders with nips and bites. each thrust left him throbbing, twitching inside you as he rutted as deep as he could go. one of his hands grabbed your thigh, pushing it back before doing the same to the other. you whimpered, toes curling as his momentum picked up and he hit that sweet spot that was aching for release. 

“s’close,” you cried out, chest heaving while his thighs rammed against the back of yours. “i– m’gonna cum.”

you didn't even have to tell him. he could feel the way your walls constricted around him, making the already tight fit that much more excruciating. he'd long tossed care out the window, quickly pushing you over the edge as he aggressively fucked the fat tips of his cocks against your cervix. the grip your cunt had on him wavered as it spasmed and your body shuddered underneath him. you were calling out his name– morax– and even though you were twitching under him and completely coming undone, he kept railing into you to chase his own high. 

you squeezed your eyes shut, clinging to him as incoherent noises came from his mouth. he couldn't even speak, his mind overrode with the carnal instinct to fill your pussy full of his cum until you could no longer keep it in. just the thought of twice the load leaking from your abused cunt had a growl rippling through his chest. 

his rhythm soon became unsteady, losing all control of his hips. you could feel how raw he was riding you, his balls smacking your skin so hard you wouldn't be shocked if welts formed. with a sharp twitch, he was cumming deep inside you and driving it in even after the euphoric feeling flowing through him had dispersed. he kept going despite the tears slowly starting to trail down your cheeks. he was still hard and you, even though you felt like you were being split open, you were once again shaking and clenching tightly around him. 

while zhongli was a gentle lover, morax was the opposite, and as long as you made no move to stop him, he would run you until you broke.

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me right now

Green Slumber

— "Ah, look! Is Alhaitham taking a nap?" "Shh...You're too loud, Paimon." "Th-That's not true…Paimon was definitely whispering-wait, who is that beside him?"

— Alhaitham

Traveller & Paimon lines are taken from the official Genshin Twitter post. [Masterlist]

Congrats Alhaitham, your birthday postpones the fic where I tear you apart for scamming me. I usually don't write birthday fics but pretty art. Can you tell I'm not used to writing second pov and rushed again :)) I don't know how to end fics.

"Ah, look! Is Alhaitham taking a nap?"

Lumine looks in the direction of Paimon's voice, her floating companion peeking through a room with a giddy face. No doubt hatching some sort of plan to get back at the scribe for his words during their quest to rescue Lesser Lord Kusanali. On one hand, she should probably scold Paimon for immediately jumping to payback since the reason both of them are here is to wish the man a happy birthday before departing to the next region. But on the other hand...

“Shh…You’re too loud Paimon,” Lumine whispers as she tip-toes towards the door and gently pushes it open further. She's pointedly ignoring the face Paimon is throwing her for acting just as bad as she is. If anyone asks, she'll make an excuse that she was just being a polite guest and if Alhaitham was sleeping, she would excuse herself quietly. In no way is it her curiosity to see the ever-serious Alhaitham in any mode that's defenseless and relaxed. So with Paimon’s head hovering above hers, they both poke their heads into the room. Alhaitham doesn’t look any different from the last time they met, although asleep, he looks far less intimidating. He’s leaned back in the wooden chair, arm propped up to hold his lolling head in place. Calculating amber and teal eyes are closed as his chest falls up and down slowly with each breath while the gentle sun paints him in warm yellows and soothing whites. If Lumine had never met Alhaitham before, she would have thought he may have been the Dendro archon with how serene the scene itself is. Something that almost makes her want to reach out and touch him just to check if he’s real or not.

"Th-That's not true…Paimon was definitely whispering-wait, who is that beside him?" Paimon’s voice tapers off at the end, eyes alight with confusion. Lumine tears her eyes away from Alhaitham to look at where Paimon is pointing. Seated on the desk right in front of Alhaitham’s sleeping figure, a stranger hums softly with their ankles locked as they swing their legs ideally in the air. In their hands appears to be the beige book Alhaitham usually carries around, the one about physics and motion if she remembers correctly. Now that she’s looking - she can't believe she missed an entire person because she got distracted by the image of a sleeping Alhaitham - the stranger looks far more comfortable in the room than she is. Maybe they're another roommate? Although Alhaitham doesn't seem like the type to have an extensive list of friends and she's positive she's met most if not all of the people Alhaitham could call close enough to have them in his home. She shares a look with Paimon who returns it with a shrug of the shoulders. Neither one of them has ever seen this mysterious person before.

"Haitham, this section here about..." the stranger's voice brings blue and yellow eyes back to the room. Lumine watches intrigued as the stranger finally looks up from the book to see Alhaitham fast asleep. A soft sigh escapes their lips as they close the book, shoulders dropping into something more relaxed, and they just sit and look at the man. They have the same look in their eye but instead, their hand slowly reaches out until their fingertips meet the tips of soft silver hair. Pushing strands away from his face before waltzing down to caress his cheek. It's an intimate touch and Lumine isn't sure whether she should be here interrupting the moment. The stranger surely seems to be having fun as they return to playing with silver strands. Through it all, Alhaitham remains asleep yet, his body seems to lean into the touch naturally. As if these practiced movements have happened before.

Oh. Oh, she understands now.

“Hey, Paimon…” Lumine starts as she slowly picks herself off the floor as quietly as possible lest she disturbs the peace. "We should leave."

"Huh? But why? We've never seen this person before right? What if they're one of those bad guys that are after Alhaitham because he's the acting grand sage!" Paimon adamantly nods, small hands clutched into little fists. It would be cute if it weren't for the fact that Paimon has no sense of volume. Before Lumine can reach out and press her palm against Paimon's mouth to stop her from shouting again, a light chuckle rings out. They both freeze in place, flicking their heads back inside the room.

"You know...if you talk any louder you will actually wake him up," the stranger drops their hand as they turn to face the duo. There's mirth dancing in their eyes and Lumine has enough decency to look embarrassed at getting caught red-handed. Paimon on the other hand has no such reservations.

"Ah, sorry! We didn't mean to! Wait-Hey! Don't turn this on Paimon. Who are you and what are you doing in Alhaitham's house?!" Paimon stomps her feet in the air, crossing her arms as she pouts at the stranger. Her frown further increased by the stranger laughing harder.

"I basically live here. There's no need to be so on edge. I doubt Haitham could sleep so easily if a stranger was in his home," they say, gesturing to the still peacefully unaware scribe who hasn't moved a muscle since they arrived.

"Ohh, so you're like that blond guy from before! Ka-Ka something? But wait, why were you touc-"

"Ahem, sorry for barging in. We just wanted to say Happy Birthday to Alhaitham. We'll visit again some other time when he's awake," Lumine cuts Paimon off, successfully managing to slap her hand against Paimon's mouth. She can feel the back of her ears turning red as she bows and practically sprints away and out of the house. She'll just write a note to the scribe instead.

+

You blink a few times before chuckling again. Wow, that girl sure can run fast. You've heard stories about the Traveller and this "Paimon" character, patiently waiting for your turn to stumble into their journey. Although you wish you had met them with better first impressions, they seem like a lively bunch. Your eyes slide over back onto the sleeping figure in front of you, and there's a slight nudge of his lips. The smallest of smiles threaten to burst before it placates into something more neutral. A small detail that hasn't escaped you.

"I know you're awake Alhaitham," you state blankly, your gentle hands reaching back up before suddenly turning harsh and tugging at his cheek. Pulling the skin so he has a lopsided smile. True to your words, teal and amber eyes open without an ounce of shame. "Weren't those your friends? Don't be rude and ignore them when they came all this way to say happy birthday."

He offers a half-hearted shrug before the hand supporting his head moves to take your fingers still tugging at his cheek. Intertwining them together until his face is free. His smile is still small but his eyes shine with fondness that you're forced to look away. Sometimes you forget just how pretty Alhaitham can be.

"Weren't you the one that said I should indulge on my special day? Is it so wrong that I want to spend it with you and you alone?" He adds to his point by brushing his lips against your fingertips before pressing a kiss to your palm. There's a small smile as he extends his other hand out, eyes taking in how pink your ears become. "So let's indulge."

“For such a pretty face, you sure are…” you trail off but you take his hand and let him move you onto his lap. It's unfair how fast he can turn the tables on you and how easily you let him do so. It was fun being able to poke and prod the man to your heart's content since he had to hold the disguise of being asleep, even if you do feel a bit bad that the Traveller had to postpone their greeting, but now it's his hands that roam over your body. Slipping under your - his - shirt and rubbing small circles into your hip before growing bored and moving onto another patch of untouched skin until there's nothing left to take. Lip hungry as he kisses away your words because every breath that isn't mixed with his is worthless. Perhaps it's a blessing that you need to take a proper breath because you're sure that Alhaitham would keep taking until there's nothing left. Disregarding how tightly your hands cling to him and refuse to let him stray too far away.

"Greedy."

"Pot meet kettle."

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Gift Wrapped 💌

Yuuta Okkotsu x Reader

cw: smut. porn with a little plot. oral, fingering (f!receiving) multiple orgasms. praise. overstimulation. breeding. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it). minor mention of womb fucking. say it with me: college au! minors do not interact.

wc: 4.k

“We need a distraction.”

You furrow at your two friends posted a little beyond the doors to the library. “Huh? Why me?”

Maki exchanges a quick glance with Inumaki who mutters a little under his breath, sighing when he shrugs his shoulders like it’s up to her to explain your importance in this situation.

“Because you’re his favorite,” And the way you tilt your head a little makes her exhale. “Seriously. If it was anyone else he’d see right through it.”

That makes you throw your head back a bit. “I’m his favorite?”

“Salmon.”

“Wha-“ Even so, you frown. Fabric stretching a little in your sundress as you distribute some of your weight on your hip. “But I’m the one who planned the party? I still have an order of decorations to pick up before noon.”

“We’ll pick those up on the way back,” She cuts you off before you can add. “And the cake. We’re obviously not gonna forget that.”

“What about the invitations? You know who’s all coming, right? Will you make sure they know it’s a surprise?”

Maki scoffs. “Again, obviously.”

Rough fingers are already reaching for the soft side of your cheek when you blow out a distrustful sigh. “Hey, don’t start acting like you planned this all yourself! You’re not the one who’s been bending over backwards just to make sure Panda and Sensei keep their mouths shut about this whole thing.”

“Tuna mayo.” Inumaki adds.

You relent with another short breath through your nose as you lightly swat your friend’s hand away. “Okay, okay! What am I supposed to do to distract him then?”

“I don’t know? Do what you usually do.”

“Which is?”

Maki shrugs like she’s not about to say the most insulting thing in the world. “You know, walk in there like a complete ditz, kiss his ass a little. Maybe pop a few of those buttons in your dress,“

“Okay,” You interject. “So this is you asking me for a favor-“

“Just,” Maki exasperatedly points her head forward as she reaches to turn you for the empty study room at the far side of the library. Pushing you across even as you quietly complain against her efforts. “Walk in there and be yourself. Make sure he doesn’t come back to his dorm before we send you the signal.”

“But-“

You’re helpless as they quickly retreat in the direction they came, quietly waving you off as she leaves you there with a final glance over her shoulder. “Good luck! Don’t screw it up!”

You huff.

It takes him a distracted few seconds to respond when you finally knock at his reserved door. Quietly psyching yourself up when Yuuta calls out a busied ‘come in’ before silently making your way inside.

As expected his station is a complete mess of open scrolls and scattered books when you walk in. Papers strewn across the long table leading to the sitting ledge near the windows, and him of course comfied on a small floor seat at the corner of the room; nose deep in a book even as the door clicks behind you.

It takes the small hum you make at the mess to realize it’s you who just walked in.

Yuuta’s unabashed at the way he quickly lifts his head. “____? Hi! What’re you doing here?”

You smile as you carefully step over a few opened notebooks to hook your purse on an empty chair. “Spending time with the birthday boy, I hoped?”

“Oh? Yeah, I’d,” He raises from his seat to (albeit clumsily) approach you. “Love that! Sorry about the mess, I was just getting in a little bit of studying before you came,”

He’s familiar as he opens his arms for you. “C’mere, c’mere.”

His day shirt hisses firmly against the thin cotton of your sundress when you meet him in a snug embrace; mindful of your arms as they sit on his shoulders and his hold tightens. So much that the squeeze nearly compels you to groan like an old squeaky toy, but he lets up when you whine a little.

Yuuta’s hands are still loosely lazed on your lower back when you click your tongue at him. “Studying on not only the weekend but your birthday? It’s like you like being a dweeb.”

“Oh, I love it,” He quips back. “If only to have you to come and bully me every now and then.”

You smile at him as you finally pull yourself away. Turning on your heel at his fond grin to push aside the papers still splayed on the table behind you, and clearing room for yourself to sit as you raise yourself up by your arms.

Yuuta’s eyes follow the way your legs cross before you speak. “Wanna tell me about it? I’m sure we could go over a few things together.”

His eyes light up a little at the suggestion. If not to stall for time then just to see him nerd out on whatever he’s been so focused on all morning. Yuuta’s always been pretty transparent about his eagerness to know everything there is to about jujitsu and cursed techniques, especially when you’re around to soak up all his ramblings with complete earnest. - You’re not as thorough as Yuuta, not by a long shot; but he’s always been helpful with your technique in consideration. If you’re being honest he might be the reason you’re as skilled as you are currently.

He’s attentive. Even more attentive and honest in his enthusiasm as he pulls out a seat for himself in front of you. Positioning himself until he’s just an arms reach in front of your legs and reaching for a book just on the side of you.

“Okay, well uh for starters I’ve been reading up a lot on Death Paintings and their relationship with basic genetics. Like,” He flips a few pages before craning his neck to look up at you. “Cursed spirits are more likely to adapt to the appearance of their vessel per resistance but Death paintings,”

The way you tilt your head has him keeping the extended eye contact, even as his ears turn florid. “Are technically in themselves a vessel, so any changes to the host are arbitrary. It also means that they’re kind of dead but kind of alive? It’s a - I don’t know, a Danny phantom kind of deal.”

“That’s definitely a way to simplify it.” You snicker.

“Say a Death painting uses something like Convergence or Crimson binding, dying from blood loss would be a non-factor ‘cause they’re - well they’re dead. But if you do actually wind up killing one, even without a cursed tool, they’ll be gone forever. No cursed energy left behind or anything.”

You lift your leg somewhat to graze the top of the hard cover with the front of your shoe. “You make it sound easy?”

“Oh, for me it is.”

He chuckles when you playfully kick him, even if he has to ignore his reflexes to let you get the opportunity. Watching your lips dip into a marred pout as the force of your leg swinging at him knocks his book out of his lap and your heel tumbling down with it.

Yuuta’s lackadaisical as he reaches on his side for your fallen shoe, adjusting himself in his chair as he turns it over in his hand. “Speaking of, these have gotta be sharp enough to kill somebody with. I don’t usually see you wear these unless there’s an occasion?”

You lift an eyebrow at him as tepid fingers curl around your ankle. “Can’t I dress up a little for the birthday boy?”

His grin is sweetened by a blush.

He’s careful as he guides your leg in his direction, gentle as he slides the heel onto your pointed foot. Even with calloused fingers does he handle your leg like it’s fine tulle, and you can’t help but want to shudder at the way he appraises you with so much earnesty.

“You look very pretty today,” Yuuta hums before catching himself awkwardly. “I-I mean, you look pretty everyday but today especially.”

“Yeah? Well, thank you, Yuuta-kun.” And your smile’s flustered. Pretty and coy as you turn your head and slide your leg out of his lingering grip.

His eyes are already in place of yours when you turn to him again. “You look nice too by the way? You don’t have anywhere to be any time soon, do you?”

“Oh,” Yuuta tucks his chin in a little to glance down at his button up. “No but, I ran into Panda before I got here and he told me to put on something nice!”

He absently starts the motion of folding his sleeves back. “Whatever that’s about…”

“Yeah…” You chuckle a little airily.

You’ll kill him.

There’s a distant vibrating sound coming from your purse that you reach for as Yuuta dips his hands again to rub them restlessly against his pant legs. Light patters against the carpet floor when he starts to bounce his knee and you split your attention between that and the phone in your hand.

“But uh, I mean,” Yuuta noncommittally throws his hand up in the air. “I can’t imagine that Panda’s planning on taking me out anywhere in public, seeing as - you know,”

You give him a nodding glance as you open your phone.

“Yeah so, maybe after that you and I could… I don’t know, celebrate together?”

Party Planning Committee: jesus what did you order him

Party Planning Committee: cakes been delayed for another hr xoxo

“Aw, fuck you.”

“Huh?”

Oh. Oops. You messily catch yourself when you finally register what he’s just said. And what you just accidentally responded with. Your phone is practically thrown aside as you clumsily readjust yourself in front of him, simpering apologetically when he furrows. “Oh! No, no, not you! I was just-…”

His eyes follow your awkward movements as you lift one of the fallen straps of your dress. “I’d- Yeah, of course! I’d love that, Yuuta. What did you have in mind?”

Yuuta makes a short glance at your phone before continuing somewhat hesitantly. “I was thinking we could drive to Osaka and maybe walk through Shinsaibashi? Maybe even view the Umeda Sky Building while we’re there.”

You gape a little. As fun as that sounds. And it sounds really fun, come to think of it. A trip like that would have to be a day trip. Just the drive there could take a few hours and if he’s really in the mood to sightsee there’s no chance the two of you would be back before the night is over.

He’s talking about getting a hotel with you. The thought makes your face hot. “W-What about Panda? Shouldn’t we stay to at least see what he wants first?”

“Hm? Oh yeah sure,” Though the relieved breath you quietly let out may have been a second too soon. “His dorm’s right next to mine so I’ll stop there before I grab my things.”

“You’ll-? Oh! You don’t… have to do that,”

Yuuta gives you a puzzled look as he reaches on his side to pick up his fallen book from earlier. “Hm? Why not?”

Your hand cranes to follow his movements as he stands up from his chair. Try as you might to not seem as frantic as you are, you reach for his arm when he starts for his things on the other side of the room. “You don’t wanna seem rude? What if he’s-… n-not ready to give it to you yet?”

Yuuta stares at you a short deliberative beat.

You try to hide your nerves as he slowly inches himself closer to you. Practice in his step as he plants himself before your uncrossed legs and cranes his neck until he’s leveled with your height - until his nose is practically skimming over yours. But his eyes are vigilant as they scrub you over, and you can’t help but the fearful pout you give him when he hums shortly.

“‘You hiding something from me?”

“No.”

His pupils dilate. “Feels like you are.”

“M’not.”

“You’re not?”

“Nu-uh.”

His breath is minty and sweet. You smell it about as well as he does your flavored lip gloss, shining in the room light as your pout deepens at the way he tuts. “Lying to the birthday boy’s a pretty serious offense, y’know?”

His lips twitch up when you start to shy away. “…Only punishable by death.”

“Yuuta…” You’re already reaching to push him back when his fingers start to inch for you. “Yuuta, think about this…!”

“What’re you hiding, ____?”

“I’m not hiding any-“

You don’t even get the chance to scurry away before his fingers are pressing determined little buttons into your vulnerable torso. Blunt fingernails forcing out broken little chirps at your poor attempts to stop him from prodding at your ticklish sides, but he overpowers you without even trying. Even as you push away he shoots down your efforts to escape by pushing forward enough to nearly lay himself over you, practically covering you like a veil when your legs spread in the midst of your squirming. He’s relentless as he squeezes himself between your thighs to keep up his assault. Smiling even as tears start to well in your eyes.

Yuuta’s giggling blends in with your body racking laughs as you try fruitlessly to swat at him from where you’re all but trapped beneath him, smiling so bright that it lights up his entire face. “C’mon. Tell me! Tell me!”

“N-no! Yuuta! St- stop!”

“What’s the big secret? I wanna know!”

Your only warning comes in a choked whine when you decide to pull out your only trump card. All but backed into a wall at your last ditch attempt to get him to stop tickling you, as ashamed as you should be for deciding to play dirty.

But you’re not as you cross your bare legs over his back, forcibly pressing him against you as the surprise knocks his stomach into yours.

He’s immediately flustered. You snort at him between breaths as he props himself up on his arms.

“O-Oh,” Yuuta’s cheeks turn rosy at the way you pant underneath him. “Oh, that’s dirty!”

Your wearied smile is enough to make him sweat. “You started it-“

You both turn your heads when your phone vibrates.

Party Planning Committee: sensei said he put up the decorations

Party Planning Committee: how much u wanna bet he went through his stuff

“Wha-“

You kiss him.

Mostly in another last ditch effort to keep the secret under wraps but even so, Yuuta doesn’t even hesitate to return the kiss in full ardency. Already tilting his head to deepen the kiss before you’re wrapping your arms around his shoulders to press him more firmly against you. He’s shameless as he groans into your lips when your fingers start pushing cardful lines into the back of his head.

The way you suck on his bottom lip as he pulls away makes his brain feel syrupy, it’s not even a moment later that he’s dipping his head into the crook of your neck to press his lips where it counts.

“Y-…Yuuta…”

He’s pressing crescents in your thighs when he raises his head to look at you more directly. “Want me to stop?”

You shake your head.

His lips are molten as they press hot tracks down your neck and shoulders, scalding down the path it takes to your covered breasts. You’re not sure of its eagerness or how wholly receptive he is to each twitch and whimper you make - but whichever it is it’s driving you nuts. He’s touching you everywhere. Savoring each dip and soft spot he comes across with his curious fingers, up the thin fabric riding over your thighs, your calves as they skirt up and down his sides. Even your hands find themselves in his again, entwined with his fingers as he unlatches your grip on his hair and brings it to his lips.

Yuuta’s eyes are locked on yours through the soft kiss he presses on your wrist. “You’re soft all over. I’m not even surprised,”

Deep marble blues are suffocated by dilated blacks, hungrier as he scrubs down the tousled state of your dress. All pretty and perfect underneath him.

He skims the hand on your knee down to the fat of your inner thigh. “‘You wanna be my birthday gift?”

In favor of outright whining when he asks, you fervently nod your head.

Yuuta’s thorough in the path he takes from your sternum to your open legs. Attentive in the stops he takes to suck in scattered bruises. The draft in the room cools over the dip in your dress, tugged over the cooling spit drying over your nipples. By the time he’s started peppering his lips down your thighs, you’re already teetering over overstimulated. But he isn’t in a hurry when you start to whine, still drawing patterns over your exposed stomach to press a savory kiss over the fabric of your panties.

“Don’t tell me you came in here this wet?” The vibration of his voice inclines you to twitch. “‘You’ve been holding out on me this whole time?”

“Y-Yuu-“

His tongue is as thorough as he is.

As eager. With barely the wherewithal to tug your panties down one of your legs before nuzzling his nose back into your clit again. Shamelessly eating you out like he’s been dying to much longer than he can even remember. You’re as sweet as he’s imagined, sugary as honeydew. Cassonade coated whimpers clip into the air as he moans into you, even bolder at the way he reaches up to roughly grope at one of your breasts to put you in a different angle, and the stretch of him pushing a finger inside has you both groaning.

He could just be doing this all day and he’d be happy. Feel you shiver under him like you do in his daydreams and call out for him so prettily. “Yuuta…! Yuuta! Please, I’m..,”

You nearly cum when he spits on your already messy pussy. “G’nna cum?” Yuuta grunts as his tongue joins his fingers, eyes rolling back at the squeeze and contemplating on if this is enough for such a tight fit.

So he gathers his spit and pushes it inside for good measure.

“Ah… Yuu..” Your eyes cross as his tongue flattens on your clit again, fingers rocking you in a sticky rhythm. “I’m… gonna make a mess..!”

“Yeah? My pretty gift ‘s gonna mess for me? Give me a treat for treating her pussy so well?” His tongue sloshes against your clit as your back arches. “Go ‘head, baby. Don't hold back.”

“O-Oh, fuck!”

Your moans reverberate through the walls of the enclosed study room when you cum, nearly full out sobbing as you hump against his face and coat him in your slick as you do. But he doesn’t stop, focused on working you through and catching as much as he can in his mouth, hips grinding into the edge of the table as he fights the urge to cum in his pants.

You’re overstimulated when Yuuta finally pulls away with a lewd slurp, still rocking you into his fingers. “Good job,”

The way he parts you with his wet fingers is as embarrassing as it is toe curling. “Your clit’s gotten all cute and swollen…”

Yuuta finally stands to his full height to appraise you fully as his wet fingers dip into his mouth, slick stained on his white collar and cheeks fully flushed with lust. His gaze still sweetens though, as it usually does when he’s got his attentions set on his favorite girl. Splayed out for him like a painting as the residual taste of your cum sweetens over his tongue and there are all but hearts floating over his head.

“Wanna keep going at it?” He starts on the belt of his pants. “Promise I’ll fuck you real good if you let me.”

You can hardly make the effort to give him a verbal response, almost certain that whatever you’re gonna say is more likely to come out either slurred or incoherent. So in place of a response you reach for him, grazing your nose against his as you pull him against you; and his smile is elated as he pulls himself out of his pants.

You both gasp when the mushroom top pops in, clenching his teeth through your airy whines as he starts to push himself in and Yuuta seriously questions if he’s gonna last long with you feeling as good as you do.

There’s not enough room in you for him to still be pushing in like he is. “Yuuta, ‘s’too much…!”

“Fuck!” He grunts. “Fuck you’re so tight.”

You can barely think when he starts his pace.

He’s relentless as he thrusts into you, rough and firm as he presses his hands into the back of your thighs and pushes them up to your chest, momentarily slowing down to pull out just to the underside of his tip and roll back in with a dirty push of his hips. You’re feeling him in your stomach by now, pressed against your womb when he leans in and starts to put some of his weight on you - and you honestly don't know how you’ll look at Yuuta the same way anymore. With one of your kindest - gentlest friends being in your guts like he is, still staring at you so adoringly as he carves himself into you and tutting when your head lulls to the side.

His fingers are rough and capable as he hooks them into your jaw, keeping your gaze locked on him as his pace becomes deeper.

“So good… you feel so good, baby.. My perfect, perfect girl.” He babbles. “F-fuck..! Take it. Take it just like that - wanna fuck you so full, huh? You want that?”

“S’good! S’so good, Yuu..! Hah…ahh fuck!”

“Aw,” He laughs breathlessly, puffs of air coming out as broken moans as he lays his head into the crook of your neck and puts his weight on you completely.

Yuuta clasps one of your hands in his as he transitions into deeper strokes, reaching to rub circles into your clit with the other hand.

“My ____’s gotten all stupid already. Too focused on getting fucked to think for herself anymore.” He coos as he kisses the tears running down your cheeks.

“S’okay baby. I can do all the thinking.” His moan breaks off into a shuttered breath. “Jus…keep milking me like that. Ohh my god… s-so… fucking good. Mh..”

Your eyes roll back as you tense. “Yuuta! Yuuta…!”

“Go ‘head…hahh…” He’s really gotta hold himself back at this point. “Soak my cock with your cum, baby. Go on.”

You’re half crying when you cum for the second time, squeezing around Yuuta with such a vigor that his hips pull back with a notable resistance and he almost blacks out. Fucking into you as deep as he can as he finally starts to loose his composure.

“Fffuck! Fuck! Oh god…! So good f’me, baby! So good - m’cumming. M’cumming…!” He says as hot ropes of it start to gum up your insides. “F-..fuck you’re still…milking me.”

You whimper as his hips start to grind deep currents into yours, still slowly rocking you as he whines into your neck and keeps his pace on your clit.

“Ahh…Yuu…You’re..” Your breath hitches. “Fuck Yuuta, you’re gonna make me…cum again…!”

But he doesn’t budge when you weakly start to push at him, still quietly panting into your ear. “One more. Jus…one more, baby…”

“Yuu…Yuu…!” You clutch onto his shoulders as when you start to lock up again. “Oh god…ah..fuck!”

“There she is..” And he’s already running your insides hot again as he cums from the overstimulation. “Good girl…So…ahh…proud of you, baby.”

There’s a shared exhale as you both go limp.

Buzzt!

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