Kia 🐬

・✶ ｡ﾟTARTAGLIA / CHILDE

childe loves how pretty your pussy looks when it’s soaked in his cum, every deep throb of his orgasm making a mess between your thighs as he watches the way your pussy clenches in the remnants of your tingling pleasure — the orgasms he’d pulled from you before he’d let himself have his own and seeing you like this almost feels like his trophy.

“look how pretty you look, you’re doing so well for me.” childe hums, a teasing lull to his voice despite the way he feels like he’s losing himself in you, in the needy coax of your pussy and the push and pull of your body—everything about you made him feel weak but you were all his. the way you’re clinging to him, crying out “a—ajax! more.” makes him feel dizzy and you look so pretty when you’re moaning for him, your body jolting underneath him as each of his quick thrusts render your breathless.

you squeal when you feel childe’s fingers trace towards your bodies, rubbing sticky circles into your puffy clit and your pussy throbs when he pairs it with the back and forth stutter of his hips, until your breathing is skipping and he presses his hips deep into yours. the first too much touch of his cock thrusts you into a mind-numbing orgasm as you twist beneath him, the first milking compression of your walls making him whimper before he’s growling at the thick ring of cream gathering around the base of his cock everytime he draws his hips back.

“t-that’s it, shit—you’re too sweet. my turn, pretty girl—uhhh, fuck!” childe groans, scratchy and breathless as he loses himself in the fluttering pull of your pussy, pulling out almost a second too late before his pretty fingers are wrapping around the base of his cock and he finally lets the hot rush of his own bliss consume and swallow him whole. it only takes a few languid strokes of his palm before he’s throbbing, shooting robes of his creamy load along your glistening folds as his jaw clenches, hissing through his teeth between grunted curses while he watches his cum pool along your messy cunt. “oh, i could look at you like this all day, sweetheart.”

・✶ ｡ﾟARATAKI ITTO

it’s almost complete carnal instinct the desire itto feels to see your pussy completely full of his cum, sending you a starry-eyed glance when he watches it pour out of your spent walls and the way his still hard cock twitches between your thighs even after his nth orgasm makes you feel dizzy. but you know he’s not done when you hear him growl, hooking your thighs around his thick waist.

every wet withdrawal of itto’s hips is so fucking loud and each deep thrust of his cock feels like it reaches even deeper with every heavy clap of his hips against yours, a moan of his name kicking against your chest and you feel like you’re losing your mind at the thick spread of his cock. but you know he’s nowhere near done when he sends you a bright grin, groaning when another sharp thrust pushes out more of his cum from your sensitive, puffy walls as he splits you open for the nth time that night. “oh yeah, there’s d-definitely some room in there for one more, fuck—don’t ya think, babe?”

you don’t even have it in your mind to reply with the way youre crumbling under each of itto’s thrusts, he’s fucking you completely boneless and dumb and you’re pretty sure the blunt head of his cock should be purple by now with how many times he’s cum. but the way he grabs at you is still needy as he moans your name, pressing against the swollen spots inside of you with every wet connection of his hips that’s driven by the brute strength in his heavy body. “pussy was fuckin’ m-made for me, yeah it was—and fuck, does it feel s-so good.”

your walls throb with every unforgiving push of his hips and your orgasm washes over you quickly with how sensitive you still are, the sudden squeeze around itto’s cock making his pace stutter before he’s gritting his teeth and pushing another thick, heavy load inside of you with another long, agonised grunt. the lewd squelching noises when he sinks into you drives him fucking wild as he ruts into you like some wild animal, drooling shamelessly along your cheeks when he curls over you to pin you completely — primitive instincts taking over as he continues to fuck into your messy pussy until theres cum smeared along his pelvis. “o-one more, babe—come on, one more.”

・✶ ｡ﾟKAEDEHARA KAZUHA

kazuha was obsessed with the way your tits felt beneath his palms, taking low, languid handfuls of your breasts as he fucked into you but what he loved more was how they looked when they were covered in his cum — the sticky liquid pooling along your skin as you send him a starry-eyed glance and fuck you’ve never looked prettier.

kazuha’s jaw clenches before a breathier croon of your name falls from his lips, his thumb tracing mindlessly along the sensitive buds of your tits as he sinks his cock into your pussy. but the pace of his hips only gets needier with the way youre clenching around him tighter everytime he rocks forward, leaving red marks along the ivory skin of his shoulders with your nails. the way he’s palming and groping at your tits makes you feel dizzy when it’s followed by his cock grazing along your swollen spots, your vision feeling cloudy as your thrusted head first closer into your own overwhelming ecstasy.

“g-gonna cum, kazu!” you squeal and you hear kazuha chuckle breathlessly with a “go ahead, baby.” when he deliberately grinds his pelvis against your clit, until he feels the first intoxicating throb of your pussy around him. you feel warmth burst along your thighs and stomach when the tight coil finally bursts, and you feel him press his hips into yours before he’s squeezing your tits beneath his palms once more, groaning as he fucks you through your orgasm before he’s pulling back from you suddenly.

“come here, p-please.” kazuha rasps as his slender fingers grab around the base of his cock, twisting his wrist with a few quick strokes as you shuffle towards him and press your tits together just how you know he likes. that’s all it takes for him to come undone, the warmth of his cum streaking along your skin with the first throb of his cock against his palm as he whimpers, sucking his lower lip between his teeth before his biceps are quaking on the next pull, more of his thick load landing along your sensitive nipples. he’s fucked out when he finally lets his cock fall soft between his legs, but not before he’s taking another handful of your breast to smear his cum along the skin. “they look beautiful like this.”

・✶ ｡ﾟXIAO

he couldn’t help that he was so sensitive and the way your tongue feels around him made him weak, the way he’d fall boneless beneath you as you slurped and suckled kisses along the base had his mind reeling, the sudden urge to cum down your throat almost seeming foreign to him but he liked how you always let him indulge.

“g-god, dont s-stop.” xiao breathes, an unsteady waver to his voice as he tries to suppress just how needy he is when he feels your tongue swirl around the sensitive folds of his cock. the way you trail it along the slit, pressing suckling kisses along the sides and swirl it around the sensitive folds making his hips twitch before he’s twisting his hands into the dual-coloured tones of his hair. you’re intoxicating and the way you bring him to his knees is dangerous, but he can’t help but crave that feeling whenever he’s away from you.

seeing the conqueror of demons like this was truly addictive if you were honest, to watch the way he flushes to his chest and the way his lips part to pant softly when you push his cock down the tight tunnel of your throat once more, watching his heavy eyes blink down at you when he feels your tongue trace messy circles along the sides. “i’m going t-to—k-keep going.” xiao grunts before another low whimper of your name is falling from his lips and the sound makes you hum around him, making his hips twitch forward at the sudden stimulation and he hisses, grunting sharply when his orgasm catches you both off guard.

“l-like that, take it.” xiao whines deeply, his voice cracking as his cock throbs against your tongue and he’s cumming down the tight give of your throat. you pull back a little at the sudden rush, allowing yourself a proper taste as you slurp and swallow around his throbbing tip, tongue swirling along the pulsing veins before you feel his palm cup the back of your neck, trembling with each deep throb he feels in his gut as he keeps you in place. his hips twitch in time with each swipe of your tongue and you watch his abdomen tighten before you’re pulling away with a wet, popping sound and blinking up at him as he tries to cover his deep flush behind his arm. “quit staring.”

CHILDE is utterly obsessed with your tits. They're so soft, especially compared to his own lean body, and he's got his hands on them almost at all times. Whether you're cuddling or you're busy cooking, it's certain that he's right next to you, with his calloused fingers kneading your tits or his head resting on your chest.

His eyes are glued to the way your tits bounce up and down and up and down while he thrusts into you, his hips slapping against your plush ones, and he swears he could cum from watching you take his dick so perfectly alone. Whenever he's feeling particularly mean, Childe smirks while pinching and rolling your pebbled nipples between his fingers, and he relishes in the way you cry out.

“Oh, did that hurt, babe? So sorry. I'd never be mean on purpose, you know that, right? Your tits are just so damn cute, can't keep my hands off them.”

ZHONGLI is a simple man; he just can't deny that your ass looks damn good. It doesn't matter what you're wearing; the second you bend over to pick something up, he's staring at you unashamedly, his expression unreadable. He's not shy enough to quickly avert his gaze when you turn back around to him, and because of that boldness, you don't even consider that he's checking you out. (He constantly is, though.)

Your ass looks especially good when it's rippling with the impact of one of his hits whenever he's got you bent over his lap for a spanking. It's not his fault that you behaved like a brat all day — your attitude was basically begging for some discipline. Besides, Zhongli's dick is already hard because of the way you're squirming, and he's sure you're all too willing to sink to your knees and worship your God properly when he's done with your ass.

“Shush. You can take more than that, darling. You have before. Besides, don't try and act like you didn't ask for this. You knew exactly what was going to happen when you were behaving like an insolent brat.”

While ITTO loves absolutely everything about you, he's got a slight preference for your ass, if only because it's so convenient for him to grab in almost every situation. Whenever you're walking next to him, he's got one large hand on your ass, and he holds onto it while you're bouncing up and down on his dick.

His fingers dig into the skin, the slight sting of his claws making you moan and mewl almost as much as his cock does, and he huffs out a laugh and delivers a playful slap to your ass when you suddenly cum with a cry.

“Fuck, babe, you're so damn hot like this. Wanna cum on my dick, baby? Fuck—, gonna cum, gonna fill you up, you're so damn tight.”

AYATO claims that he's a man of taste, which is why he can't deny the appeal of your thighs. Whether they're slim or thick, he wants to be crushed between them either way.

Besides, there's nothing better than your smooth skin glistening with his precum and your own arousal while he fucks your thighs, his flushed cock wedged snugly in between your legs. The way you writhe and squirm makes him chuckle, his eyes sparkling with amusement at your impatience. You're dripping wet for him, sure, but he can always enjoy your tight cunt later — there's no need to rush things.

“Look at you, darling. You're such a mess already — it's quite pathetic, don't you think? Don't you worry, though. If you beg nicely enough, I'll make sure to take care of you once I'm done, love.”

The way ALBEDO outright gropes your tits is purely for scientific reasons — right? It's only because of research that he has to knead your breasts between calloused fingers; he has to figure out anatomy so he can paint it the right way, of course.

It's less scientific, however, when he convinces you to sink down to your knees in front of him, naked, and to close your lips around the flushed head of his dick. By the time he cums, he spills onto your bare tits, sweat and his semen alike making them glisten, and the smirk curling his lips upwards can only be described as smug. It seems he has truly marked you as his property now.

“Oh my, look at you, all messy now. I guess that truly means you're all mine now, hm, love? That's adorable. Besides, your tits look really good like this — that sight is almost attractive enough to get me hard again.”

At first, XIAO doesn't get why exactly he can't help but steal glances at your tits, but it's not his fault either — right? At least you're not blaming him for it, just like you're not judging him when he asks to touch your chest for the first time.

He's shy about it, too, but eventually, he leans forward to suck on your tits on pure instinct while you're riding him, his lips closed around your tender nipple until you're gasping and whining. Soon enough, Xiao finds that the way you clench around his cock whenever his fangs graze the bud just the slightest bit is simply addictive, and he already knows he'll never be able to keep his mouth away from your chest again.

“You taste so good, ah, fuck—, Archons, I'm close, so damn close. Fuck, don't look at me like that. Come on.”

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I can just imagine Scara mumbling about how you are his while biting his tail as the catboys watch you petting Gorou on the couch lol. Xiao would tell Scara to stfu even though he himself is shooting glares at the dogboy. Albedo is obviously plotting a murder. Kazuha would try to remain calm because he is familiar with Gorou and views him as a friend but...that’s his master he is cuddling...

I think either Albedo or Kazuha would be the first to confront you about it, to which, you would reassure them that you love them most (and also prove to them physically you know? :)). Scaramouche and Xiao would only be passive aggressive about it so the only way you would tell if they were jealous is if you were paying attention to their behavior or if you heard from Albedo or Kazuha. If you choose to disobey all these signs...then oh boy.

They'll come up to you and pry you from whatever they were doing and scold you for neglecting them. To apologise, you promise to do anything to make it up to them. They'll lock Gorou in the opposite room too so he wouldn't be able to interfere. He's lucky enough to be able to hear your moans anyway. By the end of Gorou's stay, you'll be covered up by hickeys and your catboys' scents. Not to mention a couple more photos and sex tapes to add to your evergrowing collection. And hopefully, Gorou — the 'loyal' shiba inu — would have learned a lesson about loyalty <3

꒰ఎ CHILDE

“no no, princess don’t look away. want your eyes on me, okay?” childe softly whispers, running a hand through your hair before you felt him start to move. he lets out a warm chuckle, at the sheer feeling of your pussy innocently clenching around his big length — along with you letting out a whine. “oh, that’s so cute, look at you trying to take me.. you’re doing so good. my good girl.” childe would reply, leaning in close, his pink soft lips just brushing against yours. he was always such a tease towards you. and he was indeed big, you could feel him reach all those naughty spots deep inside making your mind cloud again and again. the noises were so lewd, the screaming squelches your pussy made — childe being quiet for a few seconds on purpose, his hand over your mouth just to hear it. “fuck.. you’re getting me so hard y/n. i’d fuck you instead of work any day. listen how nasty you sound for me.” he’d grin, letting out a soft moan, glancing down at you. childe’s eyes would just drag up and down your body, his hands slithering towards your clit to give it a few rubs to hear you whine. “a-ajax..” you’d mewl, feeling childe smack his cockhead against and through your folds. “my little princess is so good for me.” he’d hum, secretly loving how perfect your wet cunt would cling onto his cock like it didn’t wanna let go. childe leaned in, sliding his hand to softly grasp around your neck and placed kisses near your collarbone. he simply couldn’t get enough of you.

꒰ఎ KAZUHA

“i-i’ll go in nice in slow i promise.” kazuha tells you, nuzzling his head into your neck. his little heart was beating so fast because he always dreamed of being intimate with you. now that it was finally happening, he was beyond ecstatic . . maybe a little horny. his cute pants were making its way to your ear as you felt him start to slowly sink his way in. “k—kazu.. fuck, you-you’re not gonna f..fit..” you softly whined, the pleasure feeling indescribable. kazuha had a shaky smile plastering his face as he took a sharp breath, wiping the beads of sweat near his eyebrow. “d-don’t worry my love i’ll make it fit.. j-just for you.” he stutters, grabbing your legs to make them wrap around his warm waist. kazuha practically had heart eyes forming in his eyes as he watched you take all of him. he was so in love. with you, your body and your pussy. as he starts off with slow thrusts like he promised, he smiled to himself, sliding his hand near your tummy. “o-oh, i can’t take it anymore y/n, you’re killing me.. have to claim this cute cunt just a…. bit..” and kazuha looses it inside your pussy, throwing your legs over his shoulders — moaning a lot louder than you. each time he pounded you harder and harder he’d whimper little ‘i love you’s which each one sounding more lewd and stutter like. kazuha doesn’t stop until he has his cum pouring out your sloppy cunt and shoved it back in not wanting to waste anything. “w-wanna fill you with all my cum.. so let me.. okay..?”

꒰ఎ SCARAMOUCHE

“ah, such a cute little body i get to ruin..” the harbinger would coo, spreading your legs all pretty like. he was so eager, his dark pupils just wandering, sending you butterflies to travel through your tummy. scaramouche pants lowly, as your eyes met him then his quite thick shaft, just leaking precum from that cute little hole and cunt of yours. “look at how hard you already made me, baby. such a naughty thing..” scaramouche’s eyes lower a bit as he lays back on the bed, watching you sink onto his cock, making a cute ‘m’ with your legs — hands on his chest. “s-scara.. you’re.. you’re gonna break me..” you whined, leaning into his neck, as his hands went on your waist. “won’t be the end of the world if i do, baby. c’mon that’s right.. you’ve been beggin’ to ride me all day, shit..” he’d sneer before letting out a high moan. he was so so obsessed with your pretty little pussy and he couldn’t wait to ruin it along with you being a little babbling mess on top of him. “ngh.. scara.. s-scara..” you’d whimper over and over, your fingers crawling onto his bare shoulders. he’d smile at you, letting out a pant while watching you get dumb on his cock. scaramouche would grab your hips and rock them back and forth to breathe more friction — and more whines and moans from you, bc there’s nowhere he loves more than between your legs.

꒰ఎ KAEYA

“y-you can’t fuck me in your knights office kaeya, jean’s right next d—” you’d warn, feeling your face get hot as kaeya effortlessly just has you laid on his desk, not caring how the papers and documents just scattered. “don’t worry cutie, it all depends on how loud you’ll be. i’ll just put the tip in.” kaeya replies, bring a kiss to your lips, sliding your skirt up. you panted, watching him slide off his pants. you could already tell how hard your boyfriend was. he didn’t waste anytime, taking down his boxers, before you felt the head of his dick rub against your folds that were protected by your panties. “k—kaeya..” you whimpered, tugging on his blue hair. he had such a smug expression, laying on your chest as you felt his tip glide against your entrance. kaeya lets out a grunt, as you suck him in like that — he can’t help it but go in more, chuckling at you babbling his name. “heh, i’m sorry but my girl’s pussy is tellin’ me other things.. fuck..” he’d coo in your ear, before you felt his fingers go in your mouth. “shhh, you don’t want jean hearing do you?” kaeya would chuckle, feeling you cutely wriggling beneath him. once he was all the way in, he couldn’t help but thrust his hips, letting out pretty moans before lifting one of your legs. his long azure hair would be tickling your skin as he meanly pounded into your pussy — only hearing your choked moans from his fingers stuffed in your mouth. kaeya keeps going until you’re leaking with his cum, nice and stuffed just for him and only him.

꒰ఎ ALBEDO

“are you sure w-what if she comes back ‘bedo?” you’d softly ask, as your boyfriend lifted you up, placing you on his enchantment table. albedo sucks on your neck for a bit, making you let out shaky pants. “sucrose isn’t gonna come back baby, i promise, c’mon and spread for me..” you do, and albedo eagerly lays you back, and you could feel how hard he was from the tent in his pants. just him grinding a bit against you was enough to make him moan. when he had you all pretty, laying down for him, you felt albedo start to go inside, stretching out your walls making you whine, grabbing onto his hand. he smiles, pressing a kiss on your forehead before going balls deep inside you in a slow single thrust. “fuck—baby don’t clench, ah you’re so fuckin’ tight let me in so i can f-fuck you, okay?” albedo says, no he whines, digging his head into the crooks of your neck. albedo loved how you were so soaked and sloppy for him but so damn tight. he loved it more than anything as his lips brushed against your cheeks. “a—albedo.. i-i’m..” you’d speak, before not even getting to finish. he casually threw your legs over his shoulders while making stars brightly align in your vision. he placed a hand on your tummy, and rubbed it and kept fucking you deeply before thinking how cute you’d look carrying his kids.

꒰ఎ XIAO

for him, it’s a bit different since you’re the one who asked to be intimate. xiao wasn’t the type to not say no to you, so he gave you a vague answer. “as you wish.” xiao was ruthless, and he couldn’t wait to murder your pussy. being an a adeptus, he doesn’t really have sex nor is fond of it but if you ask him, he’ll give it to you by all means. he’d easily slip inside, ignoring your load moans — staring dead at you while he watches his cock sink inside. “you came all over me and i just started, how insulting.” he scoffs, grabbing a handful of your hair before making you stare in a nearby mirror. “stop makin’ such a dirty face, you’re the one telling me all day to fuck you.” he’d say, nibbling softly on your neck. “you look like this, moaning all loud — so naughty aren’t you.” xiao would tease, before mocking your expression with you feeling heat rise to your cheeks in embarrassment. you couldn’t even reply, because his thrusts were so good and brutal. he was literally blowing your back out. xiao panted, shoving your face into the plump bed as he drilled into your walls, occasionally tapping against your cervix. that earned a shriek from you and a slap on the ass from him. xiao reels his hips back before letting out a soft grunt, getting you to cum all over his cock again and again and again until he couldn’t even understand the fuck was coming out of your pretty mouth, completely incoherent. and he liked it that way.

When you woke up the following morning, you could feel slickness coat your inner thighs. Despite being hungover, you could recall the wet dream you had. It was vague, but you managed a few distant memories; the gentle touches of the thief’s fingers stroking your clit and the fullness of his cock that made you feel whole when he pressed you down on him. Even the embarrassment of grinding your swollen clit over his thigh like a desperate animal in heat was still evident. It all felt so real that it left your cunt soaking wet.

You tried to wash away the heat that burned your cheek by scrubbing your face, but the burning image of the wet dream couldn’t be erased. Even as you bathed, you couldn’t help but press the showerhead to your clit just to quell the swirling need boiling in your belly. Throughout the day, your legs were pressed together, rubbing and squeezing, until the sun fell.

You couldn’t believe that a perverted dream of the thief on the news breaking into your home would spark a raging desire–for an entire day no less. When you couldn’t put yourself to sleep, you resorted to taking a few sleeping pills to help you. Once you were cuddled into the comforting sheets of your bed, cunt still drenched with the wet dream lingering, you fell asleep.

-

Childe puffed out a smoke of cold air as he watched your bedroom light turn off and the shadow of your figure fall into bed. Beside him was his partner in crime, Scaramouche. His face was twisted with annoyance as he squeezed his coat tighter around him. In his mind, he’s cursing Childe for suggesting they’d come out in heavy snow to see some… girl.

Childe doesn’t say much. He tugs Scaramouche forward, and they both stumble up to your front porch. Childe picks at the lock until it clicks, and the door creaks open. Scaramouche makes himself at home; he takes off his coat, hangs it beside yours, and then goes straight to the coffee maker to brew something hot.

Childe, on the other hand, looks around for you. He walks over to where you and him interacted sinfully. He could already feel his cock stir in his jeans when he lays eyes on the familiar sofa. Sadly, you’re not there.

He quietly walks around the house until he finds the door to your bedroom. When he twists the knob and swings it open, the hallway's light washes over your exposed body. You’re wearing a cotton pajama set. They’re cute, he thinks.

He approaches you carefully and sits on the edge of the bed, the cushion sinking with his weight. He brings his hand to your face and tilts you to face him. You groan softly. Childe feels his cock stir from the sound. You’re still as responsive as ever.

He caresses your cheek lovingly, almost as though he was your lover, coming back home from a long day’s work and admiring his wife as she sleeps. He smiles at the thought.

Childe brings his face close to yours and softly plants a kiss to your lips. It’s light as a feather, hardly enough to make you feel anything. But the second he made contact with you, he could feel his stomach twist with anticipation.

Childe truly did change. Before, he wouldn’t even put a finger on you, but now—after last night—he couldn’t resist. You were so inviting and responsive, and it was like your pussy was made for him.

“What are you doing?” Scaramouche’s voice echoes through the bedroom, loud and threatening.

Childe jumps up and twists to look at him. “Shh. We can’t wake her.”

Scara’s frown is evident despite the shadow that’s casted by the hallway light behind him. “Is this what you meant when you said you wanted to show me her? Just what game are you playing?”

Childe smiles. “No game at all. Let me show you.”

Childe moves your body until you’re laying on your back. He then reaches for the waistband of your cotton shorts and slowly pulls it off until your bare pussy is exposed to the cold air.

Scara’s face remains blank, but his eyes show that he’s quite interested. When Childe had wriggled off your shorts, Scara noticed how compliant you were. You even slightly lifted your hips despite being unconscious. And when your pussy was exposed and kissed by the chilly air, you hummed softly. Scaramouche was not a pervert, but it was starting to seem unconvincing.

“Shame,” Scaramouche says. “It would’ve been nice to see what kind of underwear she uses.”

Childe laughs softly. “Maybe get a souvenir so you can touch your cock with it, hm?”

Scara’s face twists angrily, but his chest squeezes with agreement. He doesn’t give a reply though. He only watches as Childe dips down and captures your pussy in his mouth.

Scaramouche tries to imagine what you’re feeling at this moment. Violated? You couldn’t have been, he thinks. Not the way your body shivers and your fingers curling into the sheets of your bed. Your eyes don’t even flutter open. They only squeeze then relax every time Childe’s tongue swirls around your clit.

Your responsiveness fully woke Childe’s cock. He presses his pelvis into your sheets to relieve some pressure, but when you sleepily hum whenever his tongue laps at your clit, the more his balls grow heavy with need.

Childe drinks the growing wetness of your cunt. You shiver at the way the tip of his tongue tickles your clit and tremble when he captures the bud between his lips and sucks. You taste so fucking good on his buds. He couldn’t get enough of it.

When you squeak out the most cutest audible moan, Scaramouche feels his cock tighten in his pants. And when your body lifts slightly off the comfort of the bed and a groggy whine escapes your lips, Scaramouche knows you came—and, shit, he might have come all over his underwear like a virgin watching his first porn.

Childe removes his lips from your cunt and glances at Scara. His eyes flicker down to his crime partner’s cock and then back to his face with the most obnoxious cocky look. Scara knows exactly what Childe was going to say next.

“Want a taste, comrade?”

He sure fucking did.

Scaramouche finds himself in a position he’d never predict. He has his face buried in your cunt, spelling out letters of his name around your clit as Childe showers your chest with soft kisses. Your breath is heavy and thick, filled with lust—all while you’re asleep.

The pills were strong. If they weren’t, you would have felt the slight tug of Childe’s teeth as they grasp onto your hard nipple. Still, the sensations were there and they danced in your dreams of lust and desire. Desire for thieves.

Minutes pass and you cum again. Scaramouche is much greedier than Childe. He licks you clean and savors the sweetness of your arousal.

You’re exhausted, you think. Your mind is slowly pulling you out. However, the more Scaramouche licks your cunt clean and the more Childe plays with your nipples, it’s hard to wake up from blissful sensations. If you wake up, won’t you be distraught if it was just a dream?

“She’s waking up I think,” Childe murmurs against your collarbone. He kisses up your neck and softly licks a corner that causes the ends of your hair to stand. “We should stop.”

“Stop?” Scaramouche rises from between your legs, his face glistening with your cum. “We’re just getting started.”

“And what do we do if she wakes up?” Childe asks.

Despite his wariness, he’s picking your body up and laying your back against his chest. He even goes as far as to tug your legs apart, opening and putting your cunt on display.

Scaramouche chuckles. “Look at the way she reacts when we touch her body. She’d be thanking us she wasn’t dreaming.”

Scara caresses your inner thighs and you shiver and hum, proving his point. Childe smiles and kisses your cheeks. Fine, he thinks. The first night only happened to be a coincidence. Tonight, he’s absolutely sure that you want it.

Scaramouche senses Childe’s final thoughts and begins to pull down the waistband of his pants and underwear. His cock slaps against him when it’s finally released, and he lets out a long sigh of relief. He positions himself and shuffles forward.

The tip of his cock brushes against your folds. To gauge out a needy whine from you, he circles his head against your pulsing clit. He gets what he wants. You whine and your hips lift to meet his cock. Scaramouche lets out a shaky breath. Fuck, he can’t wait to bury himself in your stupid cunt.

“Gently,” Childe warns him. “We don’t want our pretty girl to get hurt.”

“Ha. Very funny.” Scaramouche brings his thumb and flicks your clit. You flinch. “Gentle? A pretty girl who whines and moans while we use her body as she’s sleeping is a slut who needs to be disrespected.”

Childe chuckles darkly. “If she ends up with as much as a small scratch, woken up or not, I won’t allow you to touch her again.”

Scaramouche sinks his cock into your cunt, slowly but harshly. You whimper. Childe hears pain, but Scaramouche hears pleasure.

“But if she wakes up, and I leave her with a bruise, what makes you think you can keep her for yourself when she wants me to fuck her like this again?” Scaramouche pulls his cock out and then pushes deeper.

This time, a shaky and loud moan slips from your lips. It’s almost as if you’re awake. Childe doesn’t want to admit it, but you are enjoying the way Scaramouche disrespectfully fucks you.

Your moans come out louder with each thrust and, whenever Childe tugs and plays with your pebbled nipples, you whine and beg. Incoherent words fall from your lips, but both men can clearly hear what comes next.

“‘s good. So good,” you whine.

Scara feels his balls stiffen. Your pussy feels so good wrapped around his cock. You’re warm and wet and you hug him snuggly. He can feel your walls clenching every time he grinds his pelvis against your swollen clit. He can feel your orgasm coming.

“Fuck, this pussy is so fucking good,” Scara groans, picking up the speed of his thrusts and reaching down to grab your hips. “I’m gonna cum in her dumb cunt.”

Faster and faster Scara thrusts until he lets go. His cum stains your walls, and he feels your orgasm mix with his before forming a ring around his cock and dripping out. It’s a wonderful sight—Scaramouche feels like he’s just staked his claim on you. You’re his. He owns you.

Childe recognizes the look on Scara’s face. He’s seen it before when they come across something valuable that the other wants to keep for themself. Pissed, Childe slides away and shoves Scara to the side.

“You didn’t think I would let you have all the fun, did you?” He questions.

Scara doesn’t say anything. He only smirks and sits quietly, gripping his cock in his hand. Despite having cum already, he can feel himself slowly grow hard again as he watches Childe sink his cock into your cum-filled pussy.

The sound of your wet pussy is so loud and delicious that Scara wished he could have a taste of it again.

Childe lets out a sigh of relief when his cock sinks into your pussy. It was just like that night. You’re warm and hug against his length just perfectly, except you’re much more wet because of cumming multiple times—including Scara’s cum inside of you. Still, Childe loves it.

Childe’s gentle when he fucks you. His hips pull back slowly before pushing back in just as carefully. Your moans come out soft, and your breath is light. You mewl and whine, and Childe’s brain goes dizzy.

You’re so fucking perfect. You sound perfect, you look perfect, and you feel perfect.

Childe brings his hips back before meeting yours again, but this time it’s less controlled. “Gods, you feel so good.”

Childe was losing his control over himself as he continuously thrusted into your wet cunt. The sound of squelching fills the room, and Scaramouche’s lips part in a breathless sigh as he strokes his sensitive cock to your mewls. When he looks down at your pleasure ridden face, his heart stutters at what he sees.

You’re awake.

You’re hardly awake. Your eyes are half closed, but he can clearly see the orbs flickering to look at Scara’s hand gripping his cock to Childe panting and groaning as he fucks himself into you. But you don’t fight it. Instead, you reach out and your thumb brushes the head of Scara’s cock slightly, causing him to jerk. Scara lets out a shaky breath and removes his hold on his cock and lets you explore him. Are you fully conscious of your actions? Probably not. But it was clear that you wanted to touch him.

Your hand lazily strokes his cock and thumbs at the tip where his new pre leaks out. It’s sticky and coats the pad of your thumb quickly. Scara shudders at your tiny touches. You’re driving him insane.

Scaramouche takes in your drowsy and lustful state as you continue to play with the head of his cock. He watched your soft eyes soak in the way his cock throbbed whenever you gave a light squeeze and the way he bucked his hips when you circled your thumb over his slit. Were you even aware that you were teasing him?

Soon enough, he got impatient and moved closer. His cock brushed against your mouth, his precum glossing over your bottom lip. You looked so pretty like that, he thinks. Like the obedient pet you were, you parted your lips and took Scara’s cock into your mouth.

“Fuck. Holy shit.” Scara’s head falls back and his eyes squeezed shut as he feels your hot mouth enclose around his dick. It pulses inside the warmth and it almost feels just as good as your cunt.

Scara begins to sink his cock deeper until it touches the back of your throat. You gag loudly, and your eyes begin to brim with tears. Your throat squeezes the head of his cock and Scara swears he can feel your saliva caress every vein and curve of his length.

“Such a good slutty mouth for me,” Scara whispers, his hips pulling back and pushing in slowly. “I’m gonna let you swallow every fucking drop of my cum.”

Childe hears Scara’s promise and his eyes flicker to finally notice that you’re awake. Your cheeks are coated with tears, but your eyes are sparkling with naughtiness. You’re enjoying this. Childe’s hips stutter and he hunches over your body and he feels his balls tighten. Not even a second later, he spills all his seeds into your soaked cunt and your walls clamp violently against his cock as you cum right after him.

Scaramouche is not too far behind. With a few final thrusts, his cock drives deep into your throat and he cums. He stays still, letting his seeds flood the walls of your throat until your hand weakly reaches up to scratch his thigh. You can’t breathe, but you made no effort to push him away.

After every last drop is dumped into your mouth, Scara moves away with a heavy sigh and smirks down at you. You splutter and cough before taking a deep breath. Childe strokes your thighs to comfort you while Scara peers down at your weak form with pride. Every last drop was swallowed, and Scaramouche appreciated that.

“You did so good for us,” Childe murmurs. “You’re amazing.”

Childe’s soft, comforting voice makes your eyes heavy with exhaustion. You were already tired, but his voice was an extra drug that lulls you to sleep.

When the two men notice you’re starting to fall asleep again, they get out of your bed. Childe takes a damp towel to wipe any excess off and quickly pulls a blanket over your body while Scara finds a used underwear to keep as a souvenir. Slowly, you begin to drift to sleep at the sight of their figures walking toward your bedroom door.

“Wait,” you meekly say.

Childe hears you and turns around.

“Come see me again,” you whisper.

you were like a doll, dressed beautifully in a pretty dress with pretty knee socks but no panties as per scaramouche liked- that’s why he had the honor to play with you first. he was eager to toy with and destroy your cunny, but he won’t rip the pretty clothes, he will want to see in them again. he lifts your skirt, exposing your glistening cunt for him and for the others to see how wet you are.

scaramouche fucking you deep while you sit on his lap, so deep your belly has a little bulge every time he bottoms out on you, stuffing you to the brim. he kisses the skin at the corner of your eyes when you whine it’s too deep. you wanted to feel good and wanted to make him feel good, right? he likes to see you cry, tearing up, raw lips trembling from being fucked too much. he likes coming inside you, fucking his cum inside you until it leaks out, it would be a great honor to bear his child, yeah?

xiao who is fed up with scaramouche tiring you so much, shoving him a few times to get him off your crying from. he caresses your cheek to wipe the tears falling from your lashes, saying sorry for scaramouche before one of his thumb push past your lips to open wide, other hand grabbing his shaft to line up with your mouth. drool leaking from the corner of your lips, trickling down to your bare chest while he stuffs your mouth, praising your tongue. your drool mixing with his cum when it leaks into your mouth, he is patting your cheek when you swallow all that he gave you.