turtles give me the willies!

He’s trying to be quiet, but the soft ‘schlick’ of his hand dragging deliciously up and down his cock makes it hard. His other hand presses firmly against his mouth to stifle the noises that threaten to slip through.

Polnareff idly wonders through the haze of pleasure if he should just take this to the bathroom or douse himself with a cold shower. But he doesn’t pull away, instead he remains there while you’re sleeping by his side with his fist pumping his drooling cock.

Your scent floods his senses from how close you are, only spurring him on even further with each tug and thrust of his hips upwards to meet his calloused palm. And he’s nearly right there, dangling on the cusp of pleasure with the tightening of his balls and the twitch of his cock.

“Jean?”

Polnareff’s body stiffens, hand pausing yet still wrapped around his cock as he can feel your eyes on him without even having to look. So, he doesn’t. His eyes remain closed, silently praying for the moment to end or for it to simply be some kind of messed up nightmare. 

The bed creaks, and he feels you shift at his side with the rustling of the sheets filling his ears. You say his name again, softer this time. Almost as if you hadn’t just caught him quite literally with his pants down.

“Look at me.”

A blue orb slowly peeks open to find that you’re already looking at him, but there’s no disgust in your features or voice. There’s nothing that makes him feel even worse for doing such a lewd act beside you while you slept. No, instead, you began to smile.

It tugs at the corners of your lips as you shift towards him with your hands bunching in the sheets at your sides. Your fingers twitch against the fabric before smoothing across them, and your eyes rake across his bare body where they linger at where his pants are bunched at his thighs to expose his aching cock.

“You don’t think I didn’t hear you?”

His eyes widen in the darkness, especially when you’re moving to sling a leg over his waist. You settle there, straddling his hips with your knees planted firmly on either side of Polnareff’s body against the mattress where it dips under your combined weight. He can barely make out your figure even with the sliver of moonlight cascading through the curtains, but he can certainly feel you as your hands drag across his broad chest.

“You’re so naughty for touching yourself right beside me,” you hum aloud, fingertips brushing against his pectorals with your nails grazing across the flushed skin.

“Or maybe you wanted me to catch you.”

His breath hitches in his throat when you shove your panties and sleep shorts to the side in one fluid motion, yet his hands remain frozen at your hips with his twitching digits unsure of what to do next.

“Is that what you wanted, Jean?”

Polnareff’s lips part, but there’s no answer. Not until you sink down onto his cock and draw a long, low groan from the depths of his chest that rumbles underneath your hands. He’s touching you now with his large hands scrambling for purchase at your hips as his head falls back against the pillows, eyebrows furrowing together at the sudden wet, hot warmth of your pussy enveloping his cock.

“M-Merde!” he chokes out when your ass meets the tops of his thighs and his cock now fully seated deep inside of you.

You gaze down at Polnareff with half-lidded eyes while slowly beginning to grind up and down on his length with every rock having the Frenchman panting below you. His hips instinctively roll upwards to meet the torturous rhythm you’ve set, the pleasure bordering on nearly painful with how tightly you’re squeezing him.

“Mon amour…”

His fingers tighten in a bruising grip at your hips as you bounce on his cock, grunts and moans melding together with your own hands splaying across his firm chest to steady yourself.

“Ah, please,” he groans out, and his chest heaves under your hold -  thrusting upwards to meet you halfway.

“S'il te plaît… I c-can’t-”

You coo above him even despite the sweat that beads at your brow with the bed creaking under your movements and your pussy fluttering around his pulsating cock to bring him even closer to his imminent orgasm.

“You wanna cum, Jean?”

Polnareff is quick to nod in response, but the words die in his throat when he groans before biting his bottom lip to stifle his noises. But that only spurs you on more, wet squelches and the slapping of skin against skin filling the air as you watch his eyes roll backwards.

“Cum for me then.”

He gives a final thrust upwards into your cunt with a choked cry, filling you up even as you continue to ride him with cum and your essence coating his cock all the way down to the base. Your pace finally slows to a gentle grind as you hum and stroke a hand along his bicep.

“Don’t think we’re done just yet,” you softly sigh before hooking your fingers in the material of your shirt and peeling it off your torso. It’s tossed to the side, and Polnareff swallows at the sight of your exposed skin as his body still buzzes from his high with a grunt at how you’re still sliding up and down his length.

Risotto Nero

“Did I tell you to stop?”

You glance towards Risotto’s face and past his flexing, chiseled abdomen and broad chest before meeting his red irises. There’s no malice in his words, simply an observation that hangs heavily in the air between you two. You shift between his parted legs and try to ignore the way the hardwood floor bites into the skin of your knees.

His gaze remains firm and unwavering on your form even as you squirm while your fingers graze along his muscular thighs to steady yourself.

“No,” you breathe out despite how your heart leaps into your chest. For a brief moment, you wonder if he can hear the way your heartbeat pounds in your ears.

One of his large hands reaches down to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, calloused fingertips and palm caressing the skin. He only watches as you lean forward again to take his twitching cock into your mouth, not even making a sound the further you take him into your wet cavern.

Yet you can feel the way his thighs twitch as the muscles underneath his pale skin flex and tighten. He takes a silent breath through the tiny gap between his parted lips while the grip on the pen in his hand tightens. The other remains at your face with a thumb brushing against the top of your cheek. It’s strangely comforting, even as you suck his cock and with the way you’re situated beneath his desk.

His hips give a roll forward, cockhead brushing against the back of your throat in a way that has your hands splaying out across his thighs to steady yourself. The sound of his voice, low and baritone fills the air when he rumbles out to you.

“Breathe.”

You suck in a breath through flared nostrils even as your nose brushes against his white happy trail, and that earns you a deep hum of approval. The taste of him is heavy and heady on your tongue while his length slips in and out past your lips. It’s lazy, and Risotto makes it evident that he’s in no rush with the way he leans so casually back in his chair. But the paperwork littering his desk goes unnoticed for a little too long, and the pen now sits idly at his side.

And so you continue even despite the ache in your throat, letting Risotto guide your movements with his hands and the look in his eye alone. 

Formaggio

A gag fills the heated air as Formaggio’s hips roll to meet your mouth, cockhead nudging the back of your throat and your nose brushing against the dark, unruly curls at the base of his cock. Tears swell in your eyes and threaten to spill past your lashline at the sensation, but the man above you only chuckles in response.

“Oops.”

You glare up at him through your damp eyelashes, eyes taking in the smug grin that tugs at his lips from where you’re kneeling between his parted legs. Fingers lazily graze against the sheets under his body while your own stroke along his twitching thighs when your cheeks hollow around his length even with how deeply he’s nestled in your mouth.

“You know,” he begins with a hum that quickly contorts into a low groan as it’s pulled from the depths of his chest with a rumble.

Formaggio’s eyes momentarily close, and his brows furrow together while his head tilts backwards to expose his throat with a thick swallow. He finally catches his breath, but you can feel the way his dick twitches on your tongue and leaks more salty precum against your tastebuds.

“You look, ha, really good like this.”

You don’t respond, simply swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock before dragging it along the veiny underside.

“Shit, babe!”

He lets out a choked laugh and peeks an eye open to gaze down at you before reaching down to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. You gag again when Formaggio gives a playful thrust of his hips, a certain hunger dancing in his irises while he watches you continue sucking him off.

“You’re too good at this.”

You nearly roll your eyes at his cheeky commentary, but another groan from his mouth and the tremble in his legs has you pressing forward even despite the way he bucks into your mouth to chase his release. He could always pay you back for it later after all.

Illuso

“Had enough yet?”

Your eyelids flutter open as you tilt your head downwards to look at where Illuso is settled between your legs. The corners of his shiny lips curl twitch before curling upwards in a smug grin with a string of saliva and your essence alike that connects his mouth and your pussy.

“You’re such an asshole,” you hiss down at him and collect a handful of his long hair into a fist against the back of his head before giving a sharp tug to what doesn’t fall and cascade down his shoulders. But Illuso doesn’t even wince. Instead, he leans forward and licks a quick stripe up your glistening folds. All tongue and bared teeth while he continues to grin.

“But I’m your asshole, right?”

You roll your eyes, but it’s cut short by your back arching off the mattress when his lips wrap around your clit and give a firm suck. He chuckles low against your pussy in response with the flick of his tongue around your sensitive nub. The breath catches in your throat as you let out a broken whine when he laps at you like a man starved, and all you can do is hold tightly to his hair in response.

Your hips instinctively roll to meet his face as the pressure in your abdomen builds at a dizzying speed only for Illuso to pull back at the last minute, chin gleaming with your juices as his shoulders rise and fall to catch his breath.

“You trying to kill me or something?”

A groan falls from your lips, and your body slumps against the mattress in response with your limbs still tingling from how close you had gotten to your orgasm. But his comment has heat crawling further across your cheeks while you murmur a half-hearted, ‘shut up.’

Illuso coos and presses a kiss to your throbbing clit. His hands smooth across your hips before tugging you back into place when you try to scoot away from the brunet. He chuckles against the heated skin of your thigh, lips brushing against the tender flesh with a fleeting kiss. 

“If you’re nice, then maybe I’ll consider continuing.” 

Prosciutto 

Smoke drifts around your head, filling your nostrils and flooding your senses as your nose brushes against the faint happy trail sprawled across Prosciutto’s navel. There’s the faint scent of cologne too, something clean and inherently him that settles over you and mixes with the cigarette that burns between his lips.

Two fingers pluck it from his mouth as he breathes out, half-lidded eyes flickering across your face amidst the haze.

“Are you done?” Prosciutto lowly drawls, but all you can do is hum around his length in response. He’s quick to tangle a hand in your hair and jerk your head back with a hiss falling from your lips at the sting in your scalp.

“Good girls don’t talk with their mouths full.”

He takes a long, slow drag of the cigarette, mouth parting to let the smoke unfurl in waves as it clings to your hair and skin. All he does next is watch while you catch your breath with the slow rise and fall of your shoulders before Prosciutto repeats himself. This time you speak up, albeit softly.

“No sir.”

The hand at the back of your head loosens slightly, but the palm still remains splayed against your scalp as he leans back in his chair.

“Keep going then,” he breathes out with more smoke swirling around him, eyes dancing with something akin to intrigue as he watches you lean forward to take his cock into your mouth again.

Your tongue drags along the underside, teasing the prominent vein there before collecting the precum that beads at the tip. Prosciutto takes a breath, and his head tilts backwards to rest against the chair with the bob of his Adam’s apple. The cigarette is quickly snuffed out into the ashtray at his side, now long forgotten when you set a steady pace of bobbing your head up and down on his cock.

He lowly groans with his eyelashes brushing against the tops of his cheeks, eyebrows knitting together in response at the pleasure coursing through his veins.

“That’s it.”

A blue eye peeks open to gaze down at you, and his lips curl upwards into the slightest grin.

“Good girl.” 

Pesci

“Is this okay?”

Dark eyes meet yours as Pesci’s hands caress your thighs with featherlike touches. He’s unsure of where to look, orbs lingering on the wet mess between your legs before darting towards your face almost as if he was embarrassed to touch or let alone look at you. You softly hum in response with a gentle smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“It’s more than okay, Pesci,” you breathe out with a reassuring squeeze to his shoulders as the green-haired man settles further between your legs. He audibly swallows with the bob of his Adam’s apple when his eyes fall to your glistening pussy again. 

Pesci is hesitant when he reaches a hand out to spread your folds with two fingers, and you hear his breath hitch in his throat in response. He leans forward with his warm breath fanning against the insides of your thighs, eyes glancing towards your face again for any sign of discomfort. But there never was one, especially not when he gives an experimental lick from the bottom all the way to the top of your slit.

You moan, soft and light as he grows more confident in his touches and presses forward with his nose nudging against your clit. His tongue slips past your folds and twitching hole with his eyes never leaving your face even when your head tilts backwards and your eyes flutter closed. His name falls from your mouth, and your sweet noises have Pesci’s heart pounding loudly in his ears that are now covered by your thighs.

Your limbs twitch with each drag of his tongue, breathless sighs and whines filling his senses along with the taste of your cunt.

“Y-Yeah, just like that!”

Pesci’s cock twitches in his pants at your praise, but he was ever eager to continue pleasing you no matter how long it took - guiding you to your release against his face and fingers alike. 

Melone 

“Di molto!”

The words are muffled between your legs, and the only response you can muster is a moan while your head sinks further into the pillow beneath you. But that doesn’t bother Melone, especially not when he licks a hot, wet stripe up the expanse of your exposed pussy. And he only gives a giddy hum as he wraps his lips around your swollen clit to give a firm suck.

Your back arches off the mattress, hands scrambling for purchase in his hair with your thighs trembling as they cup his ears and trap the lavender-haired man between your legs. Not that he was complaining when you feel the vibrations of his mouth against you that has you bucking up further to meet his sucking.

Melone’s fingers pry your thighs apart with the plush skin giving easily under his grip to reveal his flushed face as his half-lidded eyes flicker between your face and pussy.

“Di molto,” he breathes out, his warm breath fanning against the insides of your thighs before his tongue slowly drags across his lips - chin and mouth both glossy from your essence while he savors the flavor.

“You taste…”

The words trail off as he presses an open-mouthed kiss to your clit, and his lips curl upward into an all too satisfied grin. “Simply divine.”

He leans in again, nose nudging against your clit while he tongues at your hole. A curse falls from your lips, and you instinctively give a firm tug to his hair. Melone only moans in response, eyes rolling back at the sensation and the taste of you on his tongue as his hips roll into the mattress below him.

“Do that again,” he murmurs against your pussy, wet and sloppy with each lewd suck and slurp that settles upon your ears.

“Please?”

You take a labored breath, breasts heaving before you’re giving a harsh tug to the locks clenched between your fingers that has Melone moaning loudly into your pussy.

“D-Di molto!” 

Ghiaccio

The sound of his name pulls the attention away from your gummy cunt, lips glossy with a shine that catches in the low lights of the bedroom. Dark eyes linger on the tremble in your thighs and the swell of your breasts as they rise and fall with your nipples pebbled and hard from the chilly air before finding your face.

Heat rolls off your body in waves, a stark contrast to the cool temperature that Ghiaccio keeps up even in moments like this. The goosebumps that litter your skin are proof of that, spanning from your thighs to across your belly and up your arms.

“What?” he hisses in response, but there’s no bite in his tone. All you do is softly hum and caress his cheek, thumb grazing along the top as he instinctively leans into your touch.

“You always make me feel so good, Ghiaccio.”

Heat blossoms in Ghiaccio’s face as he blinks up at you, crawling slowly across his cheeks and spreading upwards to the tips of his ears. He’s almost speechless when he finally grumbles out in response.

“Tch, don’t say stuff like that.”

He shifts between your legs and tries to ignore the way his cock throbs against the mattress but when you coo and run your fingers through his curly hair, that only makes it every bit harder.

“But it’s true,” you breathe out, and a moan falls from your lips when his tongue meets your clit once more.

“You make me feel so good.”

Ghiaccio burns scarlet between your thighs, yet his fingers are still ice cold when they drag along the tender flesh of the insides of your thighs. You softly gasp when he sucks the sensitive nub, back arching off the sheets with a tremor in your legs that are slung over his shoulders.

His name falls like a prayer from your lips, especially when he slips a finger into your wet folds. He stifles a groan at how tight you are before a second one quickly follows, digits curling and thrusting with the flick of his wrist while his mouth is busy at your clit.

And he remains there even after you’re crying out, and he lets you tug his hair as he brings you every bit closer to your high - spurred on by your words and sweet noises alone. 

Sorbet & Gelato

“Do you like having your mouth full, puttana?”

The dark-haired man gives you no room to respond as his cock is shoved further into your mouth, cockhead nudging against the back of your throat in a movement that has you gagging around his length and tears pricking at your eyes. The blond beside him laughs and reaches out a hand to swipe at one of the fat droplets that slips past your lashline to roll down your cheek.

“Aww, can you not handle it?” he purrs with the tilt of his head, feigned worry lacing Gelato’s tone as Sorbet coos along with him. Their half-lidded eyes flicker across your features before Sorbet yanks you off his cock with a hand fisting your hair. You wince at that, a string of saliva connecting you and the head of his leaking cock that hangs just out of reach now.

Gelato grins down at you, his smile far too wide for his face when he squeezes your cheeks together.

“You know,” he starts and steps forward with the grip on your face still as firm as ever when his cockhead drags along your puckered lips to smear his precum across them.

“I was starting to feel left out.”

Sorbet chuckles and watches as Gelato pries your mouth open, fingers lingering just past your lips before he’s shoving his thick length into your mouth. The pace he sets is harsh with his cockhead abusing the back of your throat as a hiss is pushed through his clenched teeth, and his fingers tangle in the hair at the back of your head now. Sorbet’s hand covers Gelato’s to spur him on further, lips curling upward into a sly grin before he’s kissing the man.

“We can’t have that now, can we?”

Gelato groans into Sorbet’s mouth even as his partner murmurs against his lips, dark eyes glancing down at you with a teasing nip to Gelato’s bottom lip.

“Yeah,” the blond breathes out and chuckles when you gag around his cock at a particularly mean thrust.

A sharp slap echoes throughout the bedroom from where your palm lands against one of his bare shoulders. He lets out a yelp akin to that of a kicked puppy when he pulls away from where his face was pressed to your neck. Your fingers soothe the patch of skin that was just between Joseph’s teeth as pain blossoms throughout your shoulder.

“What was that for?”

The brunet pokes his bottom lip out in a pout down at you, and his bushy eyebrows furrow together with confusion.

“I’m not a chewtoy,” you hiss at him while continuing to rub at the fresh bitemark, but Joseph only rolls his eyes at your whining. His large hands settle at your panty-clad hips once again as he resumes his place between your parted legs with thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. He leans in close, breath fanning against your lips as his own curls upward with a toothy grin.

“C’mon, don’t tell me that you didn’t like it!”

His nose nudges against yours when your mouths slot together in a sloppy kiss that contains a little too much tongue and teeth alike, almost as if he was trying to devour you whole. But that’s just simply how Joseph was. He was impatient and greedy at times, driven by the desire for pleasure. And right now it is no different as he grinds his clothed cock against the inside of your thigh where the flimsy material of his boxers has dampened from precum.

He pants into your mouth before pulling away, lips connecting with your jawline and pressing open-mouthed kisses to your throat before trailing down to your neck.

“Don’t worry,” Joseph mutters against your heated skin, and you can feel the smirk that tugs at the corners of his lips against your shoulder.

“I’ll make it feel all better, love.”

You roll your eyes, but a soft gasp falls from your mouth when his tongue drags along the spot where his teeth were buried not too long ago. It’s almost as if he’s trying to soothe the ache with the wet muscle before finally leaving a lingering kiss there. He then pulls away almost hesitantly, half-lidded eyes searching your face while his fingers twitch at your hips.

“Feel better?”

All you do is hum and lean down to sweetly kiss him with your arms settled around his neck. Joseph reciprocates gladly, and he leans in even closer to press his firm body flush against yours.

“I don’t know,” you breathe out finally, a grin of your own tugging at your lips as you chuckle before giving a playful tug to the hair at the nape of his neck - lips meeting his throat with a nip that has Joseph lowly groaning in response.

A gasp leaves your lips as your wide eyes flicker away from Jolyne’s face to the neon green dildo that stands proudly in between her legs, the silicone vibrant and bright in comparison to the black harness that’s strapped to her lower half. She wiggles her eyebrows at you, hands planted proudly on her hips from where she stands at the foot of the bed.

“Like what you see?”

Heat crawls across your face and down your body, shooting straight to your pussy despite how intimated you were by the sight alone.

“It’s huge,” you breathe out, but all Jolyne does is chuckle when the bed dips beneath her weight when she plants a knee into the mattress before she crawls toward you. 

One hand rests near your head while the other settles at your hip with the thumb rubbing circles into the heated skin. Your breath hitches in your throat when the tip of the dildo nudges against your twitching hole, and you swear that Jolyne can hear your heartbeat with the way it thumps loudly in your own ears.

“Trust me, it wasn’t even the biggest one they had at the store.”

You glance down at the dildo again and swallow hard with your hands resting at her shoulders before she catches your lips in a kiss to steal your attention away from the toy. She nips at your bottom lip, and you give access without hesitation with your tongues meeting halfway in a wet dance. The hard, pebbled nipples of her perky breasts drag against your chest the closer she leans in, stealing your breath away once more when the silicone tip prods against your throbbing clit.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Jolyne murmurs into your mouth, a string of saliva connecting the two of you when she pulls away - settling between your thighs with one hand reaching down to grip the base of the dildo.

“I’m going to take good care of you, yeah?”

You give a nod up at her when she rubs the toy against your slippery folds to collect some of the wetness before slowly beginning to push into you. The pressure hits you immediately, solid and firm as it stretches out your pussy with inch after inch disappearing inside.

The stretch is tight as your eyes roll back at the sudden fullness, and Jolyne groans above you like she could feel the way you tighten and twitch around the dildo. She slightly pulls away to gaze down at where the two of you are connected before she gives a roll of her hips to watch it slide in and out, adoring the way it’s now covered in your slick.

Jolyne curses under her breath and gives a firm thrust to sheath the dildo back inside of you again. You cry out, back arching off the bed and fingers scrambling for purchase at her shoulders.

“You look so good like this.”

She sets a steady yet brutal pace as her hips slap against yours, green orbs fixated on the way your breasts bounce with each thrust while your legs wrap around her waist to tug her impossibly closer. Fingers twitch against her shoulderblades with your nails biting crescent shapes into the skin when her own hands grasp tightly at your hips to continue pounding into you.

Jolyne presses her lips against yours again in a dizzying kiss even as you writhe underneath her with the wet squelch of your pussy that fills the air and adds to the sinful symphony with your moans.

“S-So close,” you whine into her mouth, and your thighs tremble around her hips while your legs keep her close.

“Yeah?”

Her lips drag along your jawline and down your throat as she murmurs into your heated skin that’s accompanied by both her tongue and teeth that gently scrape against your throat before drifting down further. A gasp leaves your mouth when her lips wrap around one of your pebbled nipples to firmly suck the bud. 

All you can do is moan and cling to her as your body is wracked with pleasure with that intense pressure steadily building in your abdomen. She pulls off your breast with a wet ‘pop,’ and her half-lidded eyes drift towards your face.

“You gonna cum for me?”

You quickly nod when Jolyne takes your other nipple into her mouth to roll it lightly between her teeth with a hum, not missing the way her fingertips dance along your hip before circling your slippery clit. A curse falls from your lips and mingles with the call of her name as you cry out in response.

“Yes, yes!”

Jolyne grins against your chest, and her hips snap roughly into yours with each drag of the dildo in and out of your fluttering walls. She rubs your sensitive nub all the while, leaning in close when you’re lingering just on the edge.

“Cum for me then,” she murmurs with a nip to your earlobe as your orgasm hits you fast and hard while you’re spurred on by Jolyne’s thrusts and the way she flicks your clit, further soaking her strap. You twitch with the aftershocks of pleasure long after she’s slipped out of you and placed the toy to the side and even as she places a kiss to your sweat-soaked temple.

“I take it that you liked it?”

Your breasts rise and fall with each labored breath as you look over at where she’s grown comfortable at your side, and you can’t help the way your lips curl with a lopsided grin.

It’s the peak of summer in Italy, and there’s no relief even with the gentle breeze from the window that causes the curtains to flutter. The sheets are scratchy under your body with most of them having been messily strewn halfway onto the floor.

It didn’t help that Formaggio is between your parted legs, his hard cock sitting even hotter against your thigh even through the thin material of his boxers. His hands are on you and drag across your skin that’s coated in a sheen of sweat with every touch.

Your head spins as you moan into the kiss while your own hands grasp at his shoulders, torn between tugging him closer and wanting to push him away due to the heat.

Formaggio’s mouth swallows your moans, and you can feel the way his lips curl upward into a grin before he pulls away to plant open-mouthed kisses starting at your jaw and trailing down your neck.

“S’too hot for this,” you breathe out despite how you tilt your head back to give him more room, and the feeling of his lips dragging across your heated skin has more sweat pooling under your back. He chuckles against the flesh before continuing to lavish your neck in kisses and nips alike.

“Guess I’ll have to distract you from it then, yeah?”

Before you can retort, his tongue is licking a wet stripe from the base of your throat upwards as the muscle collects the rivulet of sweat that’s collected there. You gasp and playfully slap a hand against one of his bare shoulders with a cry.

“You’re so gross!”

Formaggio only laughs as his lips curl upwards with that same sharp, toothy grin.

“Yeah, but you like it,” he purrs and wiggles his arched eyebrows down at you even while you roll your eyes. But then he’s leaning in with a bead of sweat trickling down his temple before his lips are connecting with yours again. 

Formaggio’s hips give a roll to grind his clothed cock against your panty-clad pussy, and he grunts into your mouth at the friction while his fingers twitch at your hips. One of his hands trails upwards, fingertips dragging along your damp skin before he tugs at one of your bra straps with a snap.

“Maybe getting rid of this will help you cool off.”

You can’t help but snort at that, knowing very well that ridding yourself of what little clothing you still had on wouldn’t do much good in this kind of heat. But you reach behind yourself regardless to unhook your bra as Formaggio tugs his boxers down and kicks them to the side, the material joining the heap of clothes that the two of you had stripped yourselves of earlier. Your panties follow suit to leave the both of you bare with your skin still sticky from the heat.

He settles between your legs again with his hands dragging along your calves before lingering at your knees. His cock stands proudly between his legs, throbbing in want and need as it juts towards you. Formaggio shifts closer, and his fingertips drag across the skin of your hips.

“Still think you can handle the heat, babe?”

He grins down at you as the tip of his cock drags along your dripping slit before nudging your hole. You watch as he lets out a choked laugh when the cockhead threatens to push past your ring of muscle, and his fingers twitch against you. All you can do is hum in response and lazily wrap your arms around his neck.

“I don’t know. Can you?”

His hips give an experimental roll forward as his cock slowly stretches your pussy, and his body slumps forward to press his chest against your own and to rest his forehead at your shoulder.

“Of course I can,” he murmurs to you, and his tone is cocky even as it morphs into a low groan once he’s fully seated inside of you. That has you sucking in a deep breath with your head falling backwards to rest on the pillow while sweat-soaked strands of hair cling to your forehead. His breath is hot against your already heated skin with each pant and huff as he begins to rock in and out of you.

It’s almost too much: from the way his curved cock hits that spot deep inside of you so sweetly to the combined heat of the room and how his body is pressed so tightly against yours. Yet all you can do is writhe underneath Formaggio with your hands scrambling for purchase at his back as the sound of skin slapping against wet skin fills the air along with the squelch of your pussy sucking him in every bit further.

His fingers grasp at your hips tighter while he pounds into you and tugs you down even further onto his length, almost as if you might try to run. Yet you never do, not even in moments like these with the heat and sweat that sticks to you both like a second skin. And you stay long after you’ve wondered if you were having a heat stroke or hitting your high as your limbs trembled and your pussy clenched with a wetness staining the sheets underneath your bodies even further.

He should feel dirty about the way your cotton underwear clings to his length so nicely, but that was the last thing on his mind right now. Not when his blue eyes continued to take in the way that the material dampens from the precum that flows freely from his tip and smears further along his cock with each pump of his fist.

A groan falls from Polnareff’s parted lips, and his head tilts forward with his chin meeting his chest. His broad shoulders rise and fall from each labored breath that is pulled from his mouth as his eyes flutter closed.

His thick thighs twitch as pleasure courses hot and heavy through his veins. There was no more hesitation, nor was there worry about what the others would think if they were to find him like this - especially you. All he could do was chase that feeling that bubbled in his belly and abdomen with his other hand running through his messy, silver locks.

And Polnareff was too caught up in the sensation of your panties around his cock to even hear the door creak open, but the call of his name has his eyes flying open and his hand freezing in place.

There’s no movement from either of you as time itself seems to stop. Your eyes flicker from between his face then towards his exposed, throbbing cock. Then back to his face again that’s grown a bright red from this utterly humiliating situation he’s found himself in. The words are falling too quickly from his mouth now that not even his tongue can catch up.

He’s apologizing, burning scarlet even as you slowly pull the door closed behind you and move through the laundry room towards him. All Polnareff can do is watch as you close the distance between the two of you, and your features are still until you’re a mere inches away from him. Then your lips are curling upwards into a grin as your head tilts curiously up at him, voice sultry and low with a lean in closer towards him.

“Oh, Jean,” you purr, and the breath is knocked from his lungs when one of your hands wraps around his length that still has your panties draped around its entirety.

“If you needed help, you could have just asked.”

With a flick of your wrist, you start to drag your palm up and down his cock with your ruined panties in tow. Polnareff can only hiss through his clenched teeth as his fingers on one hand wrap around your wrist, not stopping but simply holding and attempting to steady himself.

“Merde,” he breathes out, and his cock twitches in your grasp when the pace of your hand increases. You simply hum when he gives a guttural groan and rests his forehead against your shoulder with the slump of his own shoulders.

“I have to admit…”

You begin with a teasing squeeze to the base of his cock, and his breath fans warm against your neck when you stroke him faster. He’s breathing heavier now, panting and grunting there as his hips roll to meet your hand in a desperate rhythm.

“I didn’t think you were this dirty.”

Polnareff bites his bottom lip in response, a whine swelling up and dying in his throat when his fingers tighten around your wrist and the other hand scrambles for purchase at your hip. You continue to rub your panties up and down his cock with your free hand reaching up to tilt his face towards yours with two fingers resting at his chin.

That red hue has settled further across his cheeks, having deepened in color and even reached to the tips of his ears. You can feel the heat radiating off of his form, especially when you lean in close to just barely brush your lips against his own.

“And now you’re making quite a mess off my hand and panties, aren’t you?”

He moans loudly into your mouth when your lips finally meet his own, his own mouth instinctively parting to give you access as your tongue drags along the inside of his teeth. But just as soon as his high begins to build with that all too familiar tingling in his balls, you pull away but not before leaving a teasing nip to his bottom lip.

Polnareff groans at the loss of contact, eyelashes brushing against the tops of his flushed cheeks when his eyelids flutter open to look at you.

“Mon amour…”

Your fingers brush against the tops of his thighs as you drink in his thoroughly wrecked appearance with that same cheeky smile pulling at the corners of your lips.

Jonathan Joestar

“My love...”

Your eyes flutter open, eyelashes brushing against the tops of your cheeks as you momentarily gaze at the ceiling before looking downward. Light blue orbs meet your own, and heat floods your face at the sight of Jonathan between your parted legs. He barely fits there, taking up all of the space between your thighs from his stature and width alone. 

His chin glistens from your slick, shiny and wet with his fingers brushing against your hips while he drinks in your dazed expression. Glossy lips part and take the shape of your name as he speaks soft and gentle once more.

“Is this alright?” Jonathan asks and watches as you dumbly nod in response with a hand reaching down to caress his face with your thumb dragging across the top of his cheek.

“It’s more than alright, JoJo.”

He leans into your touch and presses a kiss to your palm before your fingers tangle lazily in his messy locks with a playful tug, the little gasp of surprise that falls from his mouth not going unnoticed by you. You smile down at him, past your breasts that slowly rise and fall with each breath and trembling thighs that frame his shoulders.

“Continue, please?”

“Of course, darling,” he breathes out as your hand remains in his hair when he slowly lowers himself down towards your dripping pussy again. The way he leans forward and drags his tongue up your folds is borderline hesitant, yet he lets himself press in further when your moans meet his ears and your fingers tighten in his hair.

The tip of Jonathan’s tongue flicks against your swollen clit before he flattens the wet muscle to properly lap at your nub. You moan and mewl under his ministrations, pulling him impossibly closer by his hair as your pussy rolls upwards to meet his mouth.

“Oh, Jonathan!”

Half-lidded eyes flicker across your features and how they contort in pleasure by his own doing, and that has a sense of pride bubbling in his broad chest. The noises you’re making, so wanton and breathy, settle upon his ears and spur him on further to help bring you up to your high.

He just barely pulls away to murmur against your heated skin, breathing hot and heavy with every pant before diving back in.

“That’s it, love. Just like that.” 

Joseph Joestar

“Bloody hell!”

Joseph’s head falls back against the pillows when his cockhead nudges the back of your throat, and the way you hollow your cheeks around his length has him groaning a sound that reverberates deep in his chest and bounces off the walls of the bedroom. 

His fingers tangle in your hair as his hips roll upward to thrust himself further down your throat with your nose brushing against the dark curls at the base of his cock. But just as soon as you begin to feel the twitching of his muscular thighs under your hands, you pull off with a wet ‘pop’ that has him huffing.

“C’mon, what was that for?” Joseph grunts, and his lips poke out in a pout that has you chuckling. 

One of your hands brushes against his leg before your fingers lazily wrap around his cock that’s soaked in precum and spit alike. The pressure is barely there, but it’s enough to have the brunet hissing through clenched teeth and thrusting upwards to chase the friction.

“Someone’s eager.”

Those green eyes are quick to dramatically roll in response, but the words die on his tongue when you give a firm squeeze to his pulsing length. He’s even quieter when you lean forward again to press a messy kiss to the drooling head of his cock, tongue flicking out to collect the salty bead of precum there.

“You minx,” he breathes out as his chest heaves to having something he wants so close yet so far, and the fingers still tangled in your hair flex against your scalp. You notice that glint in his eye and the cogwheels twisting in his mind but against Joseph’s better judgment, his hand remains in place - there’s no shoving or pulling. Not yet, at least.

“Am I now?”

You simply hum with your lips curling upward into a grin before you’re wrapping your mouth around his cock again. And this time, the only response you get is his groans and grunts. 

Jolyne Cujoh

“Guess I finally found a way to shut you up, huh?”

You’d roll your eyes if they weren’t already darting towards the back of your skull. She simply hums against you, low and steady while her lips are wrapped around your clit and your fingers are tangled in her hair.

There’s a tremble in your thighs as they tightly press against Jolyne’s ears, keeping her in place as if she hadn’t been dreaming of having you like this for hours on end.

A moan catches in your throat, choked and desperate while she flicks the wet muscle against your sensitive nub. You’re practically dripping down her chin with your essence smeared across her mouth. Her fingers pray your thighs apart as she barely pulls away, and her half-lidded eyes fixate on your cunt while she spreads you open with her fingers.

Jolyne coos when you whine at the loss of contact, watching as your pussy flutters around nothing before she leans in again to lick a hot, wet stripe from the bottom to the top of your leaking slit.

You shudder with an arch in your back, and your heels press into Jolyne’s own back while you give a tug to her locks with the other hand gets lost in the sheets that are bunched around your hips.

“S-Stop teasing.”

She smirks up at you, green orbs flickering across your face before she presses a sloppy kiss to your throbbing clit.

“Who, me?” she purrs while her hands massage at the tender flesh of the insides of your thighs. Jolyne keeps your legs wide open despite how you try to close them, embarrassment burning at every nerve ending as she continues to watch you.

“I suppose you’re right…”

One of her fingers slips into your gummy cunt as she sighs, and you keen with the tightening of the muscles in your legs and abdomen.

Mista waves the pink bullet vibrator in front of your face with a smug grin tugging at the corners of his lips despite how there’s a red blush that’s settled across his cheeks. You snatch it from his fingers with heat crawling across your own face in response.

“What have I told you about going through my stuff?” you snap at him, but there’s no bite in the words. Especially not with the way he’s settled himself between your legs with his calloused hands brushing underneath your shirt to dance along your tummy.

“I wasn’t going through your stuff.”

He leans forward and murmurs with a pout against your neck as his hands finally settle on your hips, chest brushing against chest when he slumps against you. You breathe out a soft sigh, and Mista peeks up at you from where his face is pressed against your neck.

“Are you going to show me or not?”

You playfully roll your eyes despite the smile that tugs at your lips before you’re shifting beneath him to press your back against the headboard.

“Fine.”

Mista grins up at you before pulling away, shuffling backwards to sit at the edge of the bed while he watches you tug off your shorts and panties - the material hanging off an ankle before you’re kicking them to the floor. Your shirt and bra follow right after that, and you can feel his gaze drinking  in every piece of exposed skin that’s revealed to the cool air.

You settle back against the headboard, legs bent at the knees as you slowly expose your pussy. The sight alone has Mista groaning and the tent in his pants growing every bit larger.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes out and palms himself through his jeans, eyes raking over your skin.

“You’re so sexy.”

“I haven’t even done anything yet.”

You softly laugh as you flick the vibrator to life with a faint buzzing filling the air before you trail the little device over your stiffening nipples. A soft sigh falls from your lips at the stimulation, and your head gently rests against the headboard with a tilt backwards.

Mista watches enamored with his fingertips brushing against the seam of his pants when you slowly trail the vibrator lower and lower. His eyes track your movements, Adam’s apple bobbing when he gives a thick swallow when you begin to circle the device around your clit.

Your eyelids flutter closed at the vibrations against your pussy while you’re being watched, thighs trembling when you press the vibrator directly against your sensitive nub. A moan tears out of your throat, and your back arches. He lowly groans along with you with a firm squeeze to the erection in his pants.

Mista curses under his breath before he’s fishing his cock out of the confines of his boxers and pants, flushed length slapping against his stomach. He’s quick to spit on his palm before sliding his hand and down his length with slow pumps.

You peek open an eye to look at him and take in the sight of his flushed features while he strokes his cock in front of you, the sight having you moaning out as you switch the vibrator to the next highest setting.

“Sh-Shit,” Mista hisses out through clenched teeth when he drags his thumb across the leaking head of his cock with his head tilting backwards.

You whine with the flick of your finger against the vibrator’s switch to kick it up yet another notch, breasts heaving and body shuddering against the headboard.

“M’so close…”

Mista groans before he crawls over to you with the bed creaking under his weight and a palm meeting the back of your neck. He presses his lips messily against yours to swallow your moans, and your free hand reaches down in response to wrap around his aching cock.

“Y-Yeah?” he breathes out against your lips and chokes into the kiss, eyes rolling back into his skull when you begin to jerk him off - his other hand settling with a firm grip on your bare thigh. Your hips roll into the device at your clit as you moan into Mista’s mouth. The feeling of his tongue on yours and body so close, yet not close enough, has you shuddering while your pussy clenches around nothing.

“O-Oh, shit!”

He gasps as his own hips buck into your hand, breaking the kiss for his head to fall and press his face against your neck.

Mista pants against the skin as his body locks up and his hips give a final thrust into your hand with cum splattering across your hand and bare skin. You’re pushed over the edge just after with a shrill cry filling the air while you convulse and shake under the vibrator and Mista’s hold alike. 

The vibrator switches off, and you slump back against the headboard with Mista relaxing against you.

“We’re totally using this thing again,” he laughs before tossing the vibrator to the side as his arms wrap around your middle, face pressing against your breasts with a content sigh.

You chuckle and run your fingers through his hair before pressing a kiss against his sweat covered forehead.

You suck in a breath, body having grown pliant and malleable against Bucciarati’s long ago from how his cock sits snug inside your pussy. The two of you haven’t moved in what felt like hours, pen scratching against paper as Bucciarati completed paperwork. Yet he remained seemingly unaffected even with the situation at hand.

A whine falls from your lips as you lean against him, head tilting backwards to rest on his shoulder.

“Bruno…”

Bucciarati lowly hums in response, but you can feel his cock twitch inside of you when you shift on his lap. A hand settles on your hip, fingers lazily stroking the exposed skin of your thigh where your dress is shoved to bunch at your waist while the other hand remains wrapped around the pen in his grasp.

His tone is low and commanding as he murmurs into your ear, paired with the grip that tightens at your hip in a way that has you stilling.

“Patience now, bella.”

Bucciarati’s chest rumbles against your back while he practically purrs into your ear, hips giving the slightest roll upwards that has you keening and scrambling for purchase at the desk in front of you.

“I’m nearly done.”

You dumbly nod at that despite the desire that bubbles in your belly and courses hot and heavy through your veins. He presses a kiss to your temple before directing his attention back to the paperwork, sky blue eyes drifting back down to the papers with his fingers caressing the top of your thigh. Your walls instinctively tighten around his length at the mere touch alone, and that has Bucciarati hissing lightly through his teeth.

He says your name, and the pen is placed to the side before that same hand joins at your other hip. His breath fans against the back of your neck where his lips faintly curl upwards into the skin with a smile.

“You’re making it very hard to focus,” Bucciarati breathes out as one of his hands slides to your front, pushing aside the fabric of your dress to circle your clit with a featherlike touch. Your back arches in response, and your ass presses firmer against the tops of his thighs with a sharp intake of breath.

His other hand reaches for your face and guides you with two fingers to turn your head towards him, lips brushing against your own while he continues to stroke your clit. You moan, and your walls clench every bit tighter around him as you lean forward to connect your lips with his in a heated kiss. They move together seamlessly, even as you begin to roll your hips and work his length in and out of your dripping pussy.

Bucciarati pulls away only to catch his breath, chest heaving at your back with his own hips beginning to thrust upwards to meet your grinding. You gasp at a particularly deep thrust when he plants his feet firmly into the ground and bounces you upwards, and your hands splay across the cool wood of the desk in front of you.

He leaves another kiss to your lips before murmuring in your ear with the hand at your chin falling to grip tightly at your hip again.

“Naughty thing.”

That smile is tugging at his lips again, face pressing against your neck to inhale your scent as he gives a breathless laugh while his fingers continue to rub at your clit. But the stimulation is short lived as his hands pull away completely and the steady pace he had once kept up turned idle. You’re stationary again, and a groan is pulled from your throat as you slump back against him.

“You can wait for a little while longer, can’t you?” Bucciarati grins next to your ear with his fingers wrapping around the pen. You’re throbbing still as you bite your bottom lip between your teeth in frustration, clenching around his cock when he begins to drag the pen across the paper once more.

The firearm sits heavily in your hand with the cool metal pressing against your palm and fingers. Hol Horse hovers behind you with one of his large, calloused hands covering your own as the other settles at your hip.

You’re trying to focus on the can that sits a couple of yards away where it's perched atop a fencepost, but the man behind you is making that hard. Heat rolls off his body from where he’s pressed against your back even through the layers of clothing between you two. His breath is warm against your neck, and you can feel the grin that tugs at his lips as he speaks while a strand of blond hair tickles the side of your face.

“Atta girl,” he drawls, and your forefinger that rests on the trigger twitches. His chin rests on your shoulder as his eyes follow your gaze towards the rusty can with a hand still cradling your own.

“Keep ‘er steady.”

A sharp crack echoes throughout the area, loud and intense in your ears that has you flinching when the gun finally fires. You watch as the bullet whizzes through the air before piercing through the flimsy material of the can and knocking it off the post. Hol Horse whistles low from behind you as his hand falls to rest at your hip, mimicking the other as yours remains tightly around Emperor.

“Yer a good shot, darlin’.”

His stand disappears from your hand, yet he remains behind you with his thumbs dipping beneath your shirt to rub circles into the skin. 

“I’m pretty sure that was all you,” you chuckle when he presses a kiss to your jaw with his stubble gently scratching against your cheek. Hol Horse only hums in response as he continues to pepper kisses along your skin, lips trailing downward to continue brushing against your neck. 

You realize then that you feel him with that telltale stiffness against your backside that has heat crawling across your cheeks, especially when one of his hands trails to your front and cups your clothed pussy. That has you sucking in a breath and leaning further into his touch with the fluttering of your eyelids.

“Really?”

Hol Horse chuckles when you question him as his nose nudges against the nape of your neck. It doesn’t take much longer for his fingers to slip past both the waistband of your pants and underwear alike before they’re sweeping along your wet folds.

“I can’t help myself when yer so irresistible,” he breathes out with two fingers sliding against your clit. Your knees threaten to buckle at the sensation, but the firm grip he has on your hip with his other hand helps you keep your balance.

“Watchin’ you handle my gun like that…”

He emphasizes his words with a roll of his hips, hard on pressing firmer into your ass that has the man behind you sucking in a breath between his teeth with a soft hiss. Fingers continue to stroke along your clit while his chest rumbles against your back.

“It had me thinkin’.”

A moan falls from your lips as your hands scramble for purchase against him with the fingers pressing into the skin at his thick forearm. 

“Thinking about what?”

His teeth leave a nip to your earlobe, and the grin that graces his lips widens when you grind your ass back into his clothed cock. The hand at your hip reaches for your face with his fingers tilting your head towards him, lips just barely brushing against your own.

Large, calloused hands drag across your clothed hips before giving a firm squeeze to your ass while his mouth works against yours. You hum contently into the kiss when he nips at your bottom lip, and you give him access to your mouth where he greedily slides his tongue against yours.

Fingers fumble with the buttons of your blouse as he gives a grunt into your mouth. The first one finally comes undone with the button sliding through the gap in the material to reveal more of your skin. 

Joseph pulls away with a string of saliva connecting the two of you, eyes dazed and half-lidded as his attention turns downward to your shirt.

“Bloody hell,” he mutters under his breath while he struggles with the buttons, and you can see the frustration growing as his shoulders tense and his cock throbs through his jeans against your thigh.

“Need some help?”

Green orbs flicker towards your face, bushy eyebrows furrowing together before he’s focusing on the buttons again in an intense stare.

“I got it.”

He huffs out, warm breath fanning against your neck as Joseph slowly begins to lose patience with the fabric. It’s not until both of his hands are tightly grasping at your shirt that you realize what he’s about to do, mouth falling open with a call of his name.

“Joseph-”

The brunet rips your shirt open as buttons fly every which way, scattering across the floor and bouncing throughout the room. You gasp in surprise with heat crawling across your cheeks at your bra-clad cleavage that is suddenly exposed to the cool air. All Joseph does is grin in victory at the sight like a child that has impatiently ripped open his Christmas present without much care for the wrapping paper.

“Joseph Joestar!” you hiss through your teeth despite how he palms your breasts with large, greedy hands.

“I liked that shirt.”

He dramatically rolls his eyes, fingers twitching against the fatty tissue before they slide to your back and linger at the clasp of your bra.

“I’ll buy you a new one!”

You puff your cheeks out with a huff in response, leaning forward to give him better access to your back. Joseph’s breath fans against your neck, and his length sits hard against the inside of your thigh while his hands fiddle behind you.

He grunts above you, and you immediately slap his hands away when you hear the faint rip of the bra’s fabric.

“Don’t you dare.”

“I wasn’t gonna break it,” he defensively murmurs into your skin but pulls back to sit on his knees between your spread legs instead while he watches you reach behind your back to undo your bra.

He’s reaching out to you as soon as it’s tossed to the side, stiff nipples dragging along his palms when his lips meet yours in another desperate kiss. Joseph pulls away only to catch his breath, shoulders rising and falling while his hands trail down to your pants where they linger as he cheekily grins at you.

“Want me to-?”

“No,” you cut him off with a glare before giving a playful shove to his shoulders, and he scoots backwards once more with his fingertips swiping across your hip.

“I’ll be undressing myself from here on out.”

Joseph leans back, hands resting against the mattress while he watches you with a chuckle and hungry eyes when you begin to tug your pants down.

His voice is low and rough in your ear, chest rumbling against your back as his large hands give a tug to your hips. You feel him against your backside, hot and hard even through the material of your clothes.

“That guy was just being nice,” you breathe out with your cheek pressed against the front door. The two of you had barely entered the apartment before he was on you, hands gripping and squeezing every square inch that he could reach.

Abbacchio scoffs against the back of your neck at that, and you can feel the way that he rolls his eyes.

“Is that what you call it?” 

A hand tangles itself in your hair and jerks your head backwards, eliciting a low hiss through your teeth at the pain that blossoms in your scalp. He leans in, and warm breath fans against your ear as he murmurs to you.

“Because to me, it looked like he wanted to fuck you.”

He pulls away before you can respond as the words die on your tongue, especially when he turns you around and slams his lips against yours in a heated kiss that has your head spinning and the breath being knocked from your lungs. His tongue is dominating, and his teeth are mean with a nip to your bottom lip that has you gasping. Abbacchio pulls away only to catch his breath, eyes practically glowing in the darkness and his lipstick smeared across his mouth.

“Clothes off. Now.”

Your shoulders rise and fall with a labored breath while you blink up at him, and his lust-filled gaze finds yours. He steps towards you with two fingers grabbing your chin in a near bruising grip as he sneers.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

He releases you, and you waste no more time before you’re peeling the dress of your body. It lands in a heap on the floor, and you’re left bare with Abbacchio’s eyes drinking in every bit of your exposed skin. His hands are on you again, large palms dragging across pebbled nipples and trailing down to grasp at your hips when he pushes you backwards to fall back onto the couch.

The leather is cool against your heated skin as Abbacchio steps in front of you with a noticeable tent in the front of his pants. You reach out towards him with your fingertips brushing against his covered erection, but he only swats your hands away from him.

“On your hands and knees.”

You take a breath, not missing that intense look in his eye when you finally situate yourself on your hands and knees against the couch with your ass poking up in the air as the chilly air meets your heated core. You realize that you’re trembling when Abbacchio moves behind you, and your fingers scramble for purchase on the couch cushions underneath you. Long, deft fingers swipe up your exposed core, and the contact has you immediately keening under his touch.

“You’re already this wet?” he mutters and flexes his fingers, watching the digits as they’ve now become drenched by your wetness. You cast a glance over your shoulder at him with your eyes fixating on how he shoves his pants and boxers down to rest at the tops of his thighs.

His cock slaps against his stomach, lightly sagging from the weight as your cheek rests against the cushion underneath your head. You breathe out Abbacchio’s name that quickly turns into a yelp when one of his large palms slaps across your ass. A sharp pain radiates through the skin as you bite your lip to stifle a whine, especially when another slap lands right after.

“Pathetic.”

Fingers dance along the heated skin, almost as if he were soothing the area. But it doesn’t last long when his cock slides along your dripping slit. The tip finally nudges at your hole, threatening to slip right in as you hear Abbacchio take a breath. His hands settle firmly on your hips with a squeeze before he pushes into you, and the breath leaves your lungs at the all too familiar stretch that comes with every inch that squeezes into your wet cunt.

Your body trembles as a moan falls from your parted lips. Abbacchio curses under his breath at the tightness of your pussy, your walls fluttering and contracting around him almost painfully when he begins to rock his length in and out of you. He gives a sharp thrust forward that has you clawing at the couch cushions and your mouth falling open in a wordless cry.

“Would you rather it be him fucking you?” 

Abbacchio growls out above you, and you can feel his heated gaze fixate on the way your back arches further with your ass pressed flush with his abdomen and his curved cock nestling deeper inside of you. A hand is in your hair again, and his fingers tighten around your locks while his chest presses firmly against your back when he leans in close.

“Answer me,” he grunts into your ear, low and commanding as he thrusts in and out of you with strands of white hair clinging to his forehead. You can only moan against the cushion before crying out a ‘no’ in response when the pace becomes punishing and quick in a way that has your toes curling and eyes rolling back into your skull.

“I-I just want you, Leone,” you sob out into the warm air with the trembling in your limbs becoming more evident with how hard he’s fucking you as his groan is muffled against the skin just over your spine. Your orgasm grows quickly, and you babble against the couch with pleasure coursing hot through your veins while you rock back against him.

“Only y-you!”

Abbacchio’s pace falters slightly, and his hips stutter when you clench and finally cum around his cock. His lean chest presses tighter against your back with his fingers twitching at your hips before he too is pushed over the edge. He fully sheathes himself inside of you with cum painting your insides as your pussy milks him for every drop.

His words hang in the air alongside the stench of antiseptics. It was cold and clinical, much like a hospital was. But you didn’t get the luxury of going to a hospital. No, that would draw too many questions.

It was Tizzano and Squalo that suggested you come here, though it’s not like you had a choice. The bullet wound in your shoulder was deep, having torn through muscle and skin alike when the gun pointed at you ultimately fired. And while you had managed to stop most of the bleeding, it seemed wise to seek some kind of medical assistance.

If that’s what you could even call this.

Your legs dangle off the edge of the exam table table you’re seated on as Cioccolata circles you. He’s slow and deliberate with those aqua orbs never leaving you. Your lips part to respond, but the door swings open before you can utter the words.

Secco enters the mock operation room, pushing along a creaking medical cart. Your eyes instinctively flicker down towards the instruments as the light catches the metal tools lined up beside each other with a glint. There were forceps, scissors, and scalpels along with various other medical supplies that would no doubt be used in your treatment today.

Secco was watching you if not more intensely than Cioccolata was, fingers twitching against the cart before he slowed to a stop beside his master.

“Very good, Secco,” the green-haired man hums and turns away only briefly for his eyes to trail over the tools. He then turns back to you, hands clasping near his face with a wide grin tugging at the corners of his painted lips.

“Shall we begin?”

Secco moves wordlessly at Cioccolata’s side, fingers wrapping around something on the cart. It’s not until he raises the item to his face that you see what it is: a camera. The lens is pointed at your face with one of Secco’s purple orbs being hidden behind the camera while the other remains fixated on you.

Cioccolata must feel you stiffen at the sight of the camera because he directs that sickeningly sweet grin over at you now before it’s being hidden behind a mask.

“Don’t worry,” he chirps a little too cheerfully as he slides a pair of gloves onto his hands, the blue offering a stark comparison against his pale skin.

“It’s for a personal project of mine. You understand, don’t you?”

The man hums when you breathe out a ‘yeah’ in response, gaze lingering on a crack in the bare, concrete walls as Cioccolata steps closer.

“This, however, is going to have to go.”

You look down at where he gestures to your blood-stained shirt, not being able to help the heat that crawls across your cheeks.

“I’d rather not,” you speak softly, yet there’s a firmness in your voice as you shift in your spot on the table. Cioccolata watches you all the while, face no doubt still housing that grin like he knows something that you don’t. And the way Secco keeps the camera in his hands pointed on you has even more heat flooding your face.

“You want me to do my job effectively, don’t you?”

You suck in a breath and try to ignore the way your heart flutters wildly in your chest, a low sigh falling from your lips with your fingers hooking in the hem of your shirt. It’s then pulled over your head and dropped to the floor, the material crumpling in a damp pile.

Cioccolata’s eyes rake over your figure before he takes a step closer. You don’t flinch nor do you even move when Secco too moves closer out of the corner of your eye. The man in front of you hums and reaches out a gloved hand to you, and the breath hitches in your throat when his fingertips brush against your collarbone.

“This too.”

Two fingers pluck at your bra strap, giving a tug that has the strap snapping against your skin when it’s released. You finally reach behind yourself, fingers fiddling with the clasp of your bra until it comes undone.

It falls to the ground, and your nipples stiffen in the cool air. Cioccolata’s eyes drift lower, drinking in the sight of your bare torso before he’s ushering for you to lay back against the table. Goosebumps flood across your skin when your back meets the cold metal.

“Now we can begin.”

The bright, overhead lights sting your eyes as you squint up at him, eyes tracking his movements when he steps toward the cart. Secco remains silent, but he’s moved even closer with the lens of the camera now directed towards the bloody bullet wound at your shoulder. Cioccolata returns in your line of sight with a pair of forceps between his gloved fingers.

“There appears to be fragments remaining in the wound,” he says lowly, and you briefly wonder if he’s talking to the camera or you.

“They need to be removed for it to properly heal.”

The camera whirs as Secco zooms in when Cioccolata inches closer with the forceps, the instrument hovering dangerously close to the opening. It’s then that you realize that there’s no anesthetic, nor have you taken anything for the pain that’s been shooting through your arm ever since the bullet pierced your shoulder. Aqua eyes flicker towards your face and as if he can read your mind, he’s speaking up.

“I’m afraid that anesthesia isn’t an option.”

The camera is pointed back to your face, zooming in further as if drinking in every reaction.

“You don’t even need it for such a procedure as this.”

You had a sneaking suspicion that he was lying to you, especially when the forceps slipped into the hole in your shoulder. A sharp surge of pain shoots through your arm at the intrusion, and your eyes scrunch closed in response. You swear that you can feel every movement, every nudge of the metal prongs against the exposed tissue and muscle as it digs further in. You bite your bottom lip, and a familiar metallic tang settles on your tongue.

You don’t dare utter a sound, not even a peep under their watchful gazes. A small clink has your eyelids fluttering open, gaze finding the piece of shrapnel that now sits in the bowl at your side. You instinctively try to sit up, but a gloved hand presses against your injured shoulder - palm brushing directly over the skin.

That causes you to wince with a cry of pain falling from your parted lips when you’re pressed against the cold surface again. You suck in a breath through clenched teeth, yet the pressure doesn’t move. Cioccolata’s hand remains there, and he finally pulls it away after a long moment despite how his fingers still dance along the skin with a forefinger tracing the edges of the wound.

You shudder at that, breasts rising and falling with a labored breath as your half-lidded orbs meet Cioccolata’s. There’s a hungry look in his eyes as he leans in again with the forceps.

“We’re not done yet,” he breathes out with a low chuckle and leans in closer to you as the camera is in your face again. The forceps are forced back into the wound and this time, you let out a strangled groan in response.

Secco lets out a muffled giggle, almost as if he can’t contain his excitement when Ciocclata digs another fragment out of your shoulder.

Your head is spinning now, ears ringing loudly as you swear that you can feel your heart leap into your throat. There’s another clink with yet another piece landing in the bowl. Cioccolata’s other hand dances along your ribs, nitrile fingers dragging upward. Slowly and surely, as if he were counting every single one that lay hidden beneath your flesh.

He’s watching you.

They’re both watching you with eyes that devour every flinch and reaction with the camera being only a testament to your treatment. A jolt wracks your limbs when Cioccolata cups one of your breasts, yet you refuse to open your eyes.

“Pain and pleasure…”

He’s speaking again, but the words just barely reach your ears when he harshly presses on the bullet wound again. You gasp, eyes flying open as you try to pull away from the table and the pain.

But that only makes Cioccolata press harder. His other hand remains at your breast, now stroking and circling your nipple while the other hand continues to apply more pressure to your shoulder. It’s dizzying. The sensation of the burning throughout your arm that sets your nerves  alight, but there was also the stimulation at your breasts as he palms and kneads the fatty tissue.

Secco takes a breath, and the purple orb that’s not behind the camera moves wildly across your form.

“They often meld together, yes?”

His eyes flicker towards your face before he pulls away all together. The attention is on the cart now as he fiddles with something icy suddenly being placed just above your breast. It’s a stethoscope, you realize dimly - still reeling from his ministrations.

Cioccolata lets out a pleased hum at the sound of your racing heart filling his ears before pulling the equipment away.

“Just like they are now,” he concludes while peeling the gloves from his hands. You find yourself releasing the breath you were holding as Secco takes a step backwards alongside Cioccolata, but the camera is still filming your trembling body.

“It will heal. Simply wash it daily.”

You slowly sit up even despite that pain in your shoulder, and you swear that you can still feel Cioccolata’s touch lingering on your body. The camera is returned to the cart as Secco begins to push it out of the room, but there’s a final glance thrown your way over Cioccolata’s shoulder. He tugs his mask down, grinning wolfishly all the while.

He pulls away only to murmur against your lips as his fingers trail up and down your bare arms. Half-lidded eyes flicker across his face to take in the deep blush sprawled across his freckled cheeks and just how intently he’s looking at you.

“Sure,” you breathe out, and Doppio wastes no time before he’s pulling away. He shuffles around in the drawer of the nightstand, and you can’t help but notice the grin that tugs at his lips when he proudly presents the black blindfold to you.

You take in the sight of the piece of fabric. It looks like silk, something soft and sleek especially when he scoots closer to dangle it in front of your face.

“Do you like it?”

Doppio chirps as he smiles at you, eyes scrunching in the corners with the tilt of his head. That smile only widens when you nod and stroke your fingers along the blindfold in his hands.

“It’s nice.”

Doppio hums in agreement before he’s pressing a kiss to your lips again, hands now reaching up to brush against your temples with the blindfold between his fingers. 

The material presses softly against your eyes as he secures it around your head, and darkness overtakes your vision. You hear the sheets rustle when Doppio moves and the faint hiss between his teeth when he sucks in a breath.

“Can you see anything?” he softly asks, falling silent when you shake your head.

“Nothing at all.”

The silence that follows goes on for a long beat as neither of you move and for a brief second, you wonder if he’s left the bedroom all together.

“Doppio-”

The call of his name morphs into a gasp when fingers dance along your hip. The touch is feather-like, barely even there before he’s pulling away again. The mattress dips and creaks under his weight, and your eyes flicker behind the blindfold in an attempt to track his movements.

Then there’s nothing once more, but you can feel his eyes upon you. Watching and waiting. You can sense his presence and vaguely hear the bated breath that threatens to slip from his lips. Your own part, and the syllables of his name form on your tongue.

“Tesoro,” he breathes out, deep and heavy and low. It nearly doesn’t sound like Doppio at all. The tone is dark, and the cadence of that petname he frequently calls you lands all wrong.

“Do I need to teach you a lesson in patience?”

The air suddenly shifts, thickening to where it’s almost suffocating as it warps around you. Something about it feels all wrong, especially as you no longer feel Doppio’s familiar gaze upon you. You don’t even hear the bed creak before he’s suddenly in front of you with two fingers finding your chin to tilt your head from side to side.

Lips brush against yours, and you can feel the warmth radiating off his body that inches every bit closer to yours. The hand at your chin, warm and calloused, trails down to brush against your throat. There’s a firm squeeze to the base, and the breath catches at the sheer and utter power that lies behind those digits so lazily wrapped around your neck. You know he can feel you tense, yet the hand remains.

He takes a breath, still just hovering in front of you like he’s waiting, almost daring you to make the next move with his hair tickling your cheek.

“Doppio…”

There’s no answer, only the flexing of his fingers against the tender flesh of your throat while the other hand settles at your hip. It’s only then does he lean in to close the distance with his lips slotting against yours. His tongue slips into your mouth, wet and messy and dominating in a way that makes your knees weak and your head spin.

You reach for him with a trembling hand, fingers just barely grazing against his toned chest before the hand at your hip is no longer there - instead snatching your wrist and pinning it by your head with enough force to send a jolt of pain down your arm. If he notices you wince, he doesn’t say anything about it. Instead, he keeps you there. Pinned in place as the hand at your throat slowly trails down to cup one of your breasts with a thumb brushing against the stiff nipple.

A shudder wracks through your body, and your eyelids flutter beneath the blindfold at the sensation. It’s then that you realize that you feel him when he shifts above you, length hard and leaking against the inside of your thigh. The hand at your breast dips lower and lower with his fingertips brushing along your tummy before reaching your mound.

A gasp falls from your lips when two fingers swipe along your wet folds, and you hear a low, rumbling hum of approval from the depths of his chest. The grip on your wrist is released, but your hand remains against the bed with goosebumps rising on your skin as his hands end up at your hips. They smooth across the heated skin before giving a firm squeeze, and you feel the mattress shift underneath you when he settles between your legs.

You find yourself holding your breath, especially when the tip of his cock prods at your opening. There’s little resistance when he pushes in, but the stretch is immense as inch after inch works its way into you. The feeling of being full overtakes you, and you think dumbly that for some reason he feels bigger. Much bigger. But then he’s moving, setting a harsh pace with his hips snapping into yours that has your head falling back amongst the pillows.

Your hands are on him now with no room left to think, scrambling for purchase at his broad shoulders as you moan. And this time, he doesn’t push you away. He lets your nails rake down his back and shoulders, no doubt leaving angry red streaks against his pale skin. 

“D-Doppio!” you cry out with the arch of your back off the sheets, moaning and writhing as he pounds into your cunt. It’s almost too much with the way his cock drags in and out of your clenching walls and how his cockhead bullies against your cervix. Doppio’s name falls from your lips like a matra, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air along with the wet squelch of your pussy.

And then you hear it: a low growl that you can feel clawing its way out of the depths of his chest. The pace gets meaner, angrier as the breath is knocked out of your lungs and your back slides against the sheets with a particularly hard thrust. All you can do is cry out and cling to him tighter as your orgasm steadily grows, faintly feeling his head resting in the crook of your neck now.

He’s growling again, low and muffled against your skin as you can just barely make out the words.

“Mine.”

But it’s there like a prayer even after you’ve cum on his cock, body trembling and legs tightening around his hips with that too deep voice echoing in your mind.

“You’re fucking mine.”

His hips stutter as he loses his rhythm with a bruising grip on your hips, and he sheathes himself inside of you one final time with that sticky warmth flooding your walls. You feel as the tension slowly begins to melt away from his form, body growing soft and pliant when he slumps against you.