#very inappropriate...

DIO - 

Dio is powerful, such godlike strength held calmly in his sharp fangs and clawed fingers.

No one expects him to be gentle. 

They think that he isn’t capable of being soft.

You thought the same thing at the beginning while you worked for him.

Until he sank into you for the first time, loving praises with a careful roll of his hips. He knows the damage he could cause if he’s too rough with you, hands gentle on your waist as he drags you over the edge with pretty moans on your lips.

The World however, does not love gently.

Dio watches you with amusement, head resting on his hand as his stand loomed over you, your eyes staring up at him with adoration, legs spread as he stood between your thighs, face as uncaring as it usually is.

“Please?”

It’s barely a whisper from your parted lips as his fingers thrust inside of you slowly, not speeding up even when you beg, your head turning to Dio to look to him for him to make his stand stop teasing you so sweetly.

The World frowns the second your eyes move, hand grabbing your jaw to make you look back at him, grip almost tender as he forces your eyes back onto him. 

“Interesting.”

Dio’s voice makes you whine as his stand keeps the same pace as it has for the last 10 minutes, not bringing you close to the edge but just toying with you like you’re his prey.

He’s enjoying it.

“You have a question. Ask it.”

You hate that he can always tell, your eyes staying fixed on the stand as you swallow weakly, a moan on your lips as you blush before you even ask.

“Does he have…”

You don’t finish the sentence before Dio laughs, it's not cold, nor is it cruel. 

It's amused.

“You’re asking if he can fuck you, my love?”

“Does he want to?”

He doesn’t answer you, not with words anyway, a pleased hum on his lips as The World takes his fingers out of you and presses them against your lips.

You open your mouth immediately, keeping eye contact with him as you suck on his fingers with a faint moan. With your mouth closed around him your moan catches in your throat, the tip of his cock slipping into your soaked entrance making you jerk in shock.

Your eyes roll back as he sinks into you, softly humming around his fingers when he bottoms out, making sure he isn’t hurting you even after having his thick fingers inside you. 

Even if Dio isn’t controlling him he holds the same love and care for you, he doesn’t want to hurt you, you’re the only one that gets them as soft as this. 

The World watches you just as cold as ever as he pulls his fingers from your mouth, holding your hips and pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. Your legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he leans over you, its almost intimate how close he is to you before he fucks you, not kissing you, just watching you.

Loving.

Until it isn’t. 

His thrusts rip the air from your lungs, one hand on your jaw so your head doesn’t fall back as he drives his cock deep into you, hard fast strokes inside you that leave you a moaning mess under him.

“Does it feel good, hmm?

Dio’s voice is mocking as he sits next to you on the bed, watching his stand dragging you violently towards your orgasm, its hand tightening where it cups your face so you can't look at his user.

“Yes… So good.”

“Do you want to cum?”

Your moaning peaks as Dio rakes his nails through your hair, tugging lightly as his stand lets go, making you look at him instead.

“Answer.”

“Please… Let me cum, so close.” The grin on his lips is almost sadistic, fangs sharp and eyes cruel as he leans close to you, mouth pressed to your skin as he kisses your throat, teeth grazing gently with a hum.

“I’m not the one to ask, my love.”

His fingers let go of your hair as he moves away just slightly, watching you look teary eyed up at the stand above you, your words catching in your throat when he pulls you closer, cock pressing deeper into you with every thrust.

“Please…”

It’s a pathetic beg as the pleasure becomes overwhelming, broken whines slipping from your lips loudly in the dim room, you don’t care that the others in the mansion can hear the sobbing moans while you get pounded into the soft covers.

His eyes don’t leave you, he doesn’t nod, doesn’t speak. 

Just silently pushes your shoulder so you’re flat against the bed, his fingers wrapping around your thigh with a squeeze as his thrusts hit harder.

Your eyes roll back in your head when you feel Dio’s mouth against your neck, sharp fangs piercing your skin as you cum hard around his stand with a shattered cry, twitching as he doesn’t slow down in the slightest. 

The drag of his cock makes you see stars in your vision, walls trembling around him as your orgasm is dragged through you. Desperate moans on your lips as your fingers curl into Dio’s hair making him groan, his hips stuttering as he grinds softly against the mattress, tongue gentle as licks at the blood on your throat.

A broken hiss on his lips as he comes untouched, all while he can feel the tight clench of you around his stand, mouth moving from your neck as The World overstimulates the both of you with soft gasps as his lips meet yours.

The kiss is soft and needy even while the throb of the length inside of you makes you sob into his mouth, you can taste your own blood on his tongue making you clench softly around his stand.

Pathetic pants on your lips when he finally stills inside you, his fingers gentle as they rub against where he held your hips so tightly.

Your body drops limp against the bed when Dio breaks the kiss, watching you with gentle eyes as you catch your breath in a blissful daze.

“Does that answer your question, my love?”

Kira - 

You can tell he’s annoyed long before he says that he is, eyes narrowed slightly as he types at his laptop, answering another email with a shake of his head.

“Would you like a cup of tea, love?”

His eyes soften as soon as they raise to you, a gentle sigh on his lips as he relaxes, moving the laptop off of his lap to stand and pull you close to him.

“Morning, darling. I would love that, do you need help?”

“Good morning… No it’s okay, are they still demanding you to come in on your day off?”

There's a soft huff on his lips as he presses his face into your throat with a hum, fingers gentle against your back while he holds you.

“They sent more clients to me out of nowhere, so now I have to answer dozens of emails. Nothing to worry about, darling.”

His voice is doing nothing to ease the ache in your stomach, nuzzling into his neck with a sigh as you press your thighs together before parting with a gentle kiss to his lips, heading into the kitchen to make him tea.

You don’t want to bother him while he’s working but your breathing still catches in your throat while you watch him type another email, so serious as he stares down at the screen.

You can feel how soaked you are as you turn away with a deep breath. 

He’s working.

When you slip back into the room with his tea you notice Killer Queen is sitting patiently on the couch across from Kira, you place the cup gently on the table next to him with a tilt of your head.

He meets your eyes with a knowing look, lips twitching into a small smirk as he glances to his stand and then back to you.

“You don’t think I notice when you’re turned on, darling?”

“Oh…It’s okay, you’re working.”

“Use my stand, I'm still working. What kind of a husband would I be if I didn't help you, hmm?”

You hesitate with a surprised look on your face, his smile widening when you jump, feeling Queens hands rest on your waist and pull you back towards the couch.

“But you’ll feel it…”

“Is that a bad thing?”

You don't get to answer as Queen sits, fingers against yours as he pulls you lightly, wanting you to straddle him, a tilt of his head when you glance back to Kira.

“Take your pants off, darling.”

Shit. 

He’s being serious…

Your hands slip to your pants as you push them down, soft fabric pooling on the floor as you step out of them, debating if you should take your underwear off. 

Queen makes the decision for you, his fingers curling under the hem and pulling them down for you, letting them fall to the floor as you straddle his lap with a blush on your cheeks.

You feel suddenly shy pressed against his stand while its ominous eyes stare down at you, a swallow when you look away embarrassed, his hands find your waist almost impatiently as he pulls you down against him.

You’re really glad he removed his belt before he let you press yourself down on him.

A shuddered gasp leaving your lips as you start to grind your hips down, the friction feels perfect against your sensitive clit every time you rub up against the leather.

You don’t need to look at Kira to know he isn’t working, the typing stopped as soon as he felt how soaked you were as you rock your hips into his stand.

You can’t help your head falling back as you chase your own pleasure, Queen pulling your hips down just slightly with every rock dragging moans from your lips.

“Ride him.”

“...What?”

You glance at him confused, brows furrowed as Queen keeps dragging your hips against him, a whine leaving your mouth when you meet Kira’s gaze.

The grin on his face widens as your hips still against his stand, Queen nudging you up slightly so he could reach down between you, pulling out his erection as you watch with wide eyes.

“Did you not notice?”

“I never paid attention…”

“Ride him.”

Your eyes stay on Queen's length for a beat too long as he begins to get impatient, fingers twitching on your waist as you admire him. He’s huge.

He doesn’t pull you fully onto him but he drags you down, his tip pressing against your entrance as you drip onto him.

“Take it slow, he’s a lot bigger than I am.”

“I, uh… I’m not sure if I can take him…”

“You will.”

He says it like its a fact.

That you will take it, no matter how long it takes you.

A soft exhale as you look into Queen’s eyes, nervous as you rock your hips slightly, the tip rubbing so perfectly against your clit before you pull back and drop down a little.

“Shit…”

The stretch of him is intense as you bounce slowly on his cock, taking a little more every time you sink back down with soft moans.

Kira almost wishes he hadn’t let you, his work completely forgotten about as he feels you clenching around his stand, head resting against the back of his chair at how tight you are around him.

You watch Queen in a daze as he stares at you sinking onto him, he looks almost bored while you struggle to take every inch of him.

You almost question if it even feels good for him before you get embarrassed and bury your head into the stands shoulder, the tip pressed so deep inside you when you finally take it all.

“You’re doing so good, darling.”

Kira’s voice makes you jump as you turn your head from his stand to see him, his breathing heavy as he runs a hand through his hair, you can see his erection pressed against the fabric of his pyjamas making you clench around Queen and dragging a groan from your husband. 

“He looks bored… Doesn’t it feel good?”

Kira doesn’t get a chance to say anything in response as his stand flips you, pinning you to the couch in one movement, almost annoyed you would dare to insinuate you don’t feel good around him.

“Queen. I wanted her to ride you.”

The glare he gets in response is deadly making Kira freeze at how angry his normally stoic stand looks, he doesn’t stop Queen from slipping out of you.

Just to snap his hips back against you with a soft purr when you cry out and grab his arms where they rest on either side of your head.

His thrusts aren’t fast or rough, Kira watches as he fucks you slow.

Deep.

His eyes don't leave the way your head falls back and your moans break with every time he sinks back inside of you, breath catching in your throat as the pressure builds quickly.

“Please… Love?” 

For a second your husband looks confused, your fingers reaching out to him from under his stand as he walks to you, slipping his fingers into yours before you shake your head with a whine.

Just for your hand to press against his erection with a glance up at him, eyes hopeful as you pull his pants down softly.

“What do you want, darling?”

“Want you in my mouth, close… Please.”

“How could I say no when you’re asking so nicely?”

He regrets it immediately.

The feel of your tongue on him only adding to the way you clench around his stand pushing him too close too fast, fingers in your hair as he tries not to thrust into your mouth. Your pretty moans vibrating against the tip every time you bob your head and it nudges the back of your throat.

God how tempting it was to jerk his hips forward and pump his cum down your throat.

His control slips quickly as you tremble under them, Queen’s thrusts speeding up just to watch your back arch off of the couch.

“Darling let me pull out, you feel too good.”

No way were you going to let him pull out.

Before he can even attempt to move, your own stand materialises behind him, arms wrapping around him as it presses its face into his throat, nudging his hips back into you with its own.

The moan that falls from his lips is obscene, tip of his cock slipping down your throat as he thrusts gently into you, eyes watching your reaction.

He shouldn’t have looked. Eyes rolling back as you whine pathetically at the pleasure, Queen’s thrusts brutal as tears drip down your cheeks.

“Close?”

He can’t help the soft breathless laugh that slips out when you sob around him, mouth too full to answer as Queen moves its hand so he can rub your clit with a gentle hum when you immediately jerk your hips up to chase the feeling, just for him to press down hard as he drags his thumb across the sensitive bud. 

You clench so hard around him that Kira almost cums first, watching you choking on his cock as your orgasm splinters in your grip, eyes falling on where Queen still rocks his hips into you.

Slower this time as you make a mess on the couch below you, soft pathetic whines muffled by the length down your throat as he tries desperately to warn you, breath shaky as he tries to pull out of your throat.

Even in your blissful haze when your legs go limp in Queens arms you refuse to let him move back, your stand activating again, rougher this time and forcing him fully down your throat.

Queen’s eyes watching his user with slow thrusts, making sure not to push you too far but chasing his own pleasure at the same time.

Kira groans out soft pleas as his control shatters, hips jerking unintentionally as he cums hard down your throat, cock throbbing as he fucks himself through it, pants being ripped from him when you keep swallowing around him. 

His fingers gentle in your hair as he keeps you pressed against him until the twitching stops, realising quickly that he could hurt you as he pulls out with a hiss.

Queens hips stilling inside of you as he leans over you to nuzzle into your throat, hands gentle as he keeps you pressed close to him.

“I told you that you’d feel it…”

Diavolo -

“Beloved. Behave yourself.”

His voice sounds annoyed as you lay on his lap, his hands typing absentmindedly as he looked for something unimportant. Normal boring Mafia work. But he can’t focus when you keep gently palming him through his pants.

“If you weren’t hard I wouldn't be touching you.”

“You were touching me before that. Why do you think I'm hard in the first place?”

He doesn’t even look like he cares, eyes uninterested as he stares at the screen with an annoyed exhale at your antics. 

He isn’t actually annoyed, but watching your cute little pout when he tells you off gives him so much enjoyment he can’t help himself.

“Don’t make me tell you again.”

Your fingers stop against his underwear as you undo his pants, a soft grin on your face as you look up at him. He isn’t even looking at you, eyes still set forward on whatever was so much more important than you. 

“Is it important?”

“Not really, I’ll play with you soon, just let me finish this, beloved.”

A gentle huff on your lips as you lay back down, cheek pressed to his erection as you wait patiently.

You aren’t patient.

A hiss slipping from Diavolo as he glares down at you, watching in annoyance as your tongue licks the tip of his length through his underwear, a moan on your lips when you taste his precum through the fabric.

His hand grabs your hair with such softness, not wanting to hurt you but needing you to stop, a sigh as you look up at him almost sadly when he pulls you away.

“I’m working, Y/N.”

“You can’t work with your cock in my mouth?”

“Beloved.”

His tone was deadly, a warning that if you keep pushing him he won’t let you get away with it further, letting go of your hair and continuing to type on the keyboard.

Until you lean and suck his tip this time, hips jerking slightly in a pleasured shock, disbelief on his face as time shudders around you.

“I warned you.”

“Wait! No, I'm sorry!”

He’s amused by your immediate panicked back-pedalling as King Crimson throws you over his shoulder.

A little giddy squeal from you as he drops you gently on the couch away from Diavolo, you can see the grin on your boyfriends lips as he looks back to his computer.

“Behave or I’ll let him have his fun with you.”

Your eyes gaze up at Crimson as he tilts his head with a little smile, kneeling next to you as he takes your hand in his, a thumb running gently across your knuckles,

it almost made you feel bad for wanting to push him further with how cute his stand was being.

But you don’t get to push him before Crimson leans into you, lips connecting to yours as he presses your shoulder back into the cushions, a soft gasp on your lips as he keeps you underneath him.

“Didn’t I ask you to… Oh.”

Diavolo glances over his shoulder to tell you off with a smile on his lips, only to see his stand pinning you onto the couch, his hands pulling you further down so he can move to kneel between your legs.

“You’ve corrupted my stand.”

You moan softly into his mouth when he presses his hips into yours, grinding slowly on you as you break the kiss with a gasp.

“I wasn’t even doing anything this time…”

“Do you want him to stop, beloved?”

Your eyes meet Diavolo’s as he turns to watch you fully, grinning when you shake your head with a sweet smile.

“Then I’ll let him have his fun, shall I?”

You try to open your mouth to reply, a soft tease of that he’ll get distracted, only to yelp when Crimson leans down to bite your shoulder, not enough to bleed but you feel the ache in your stomach at the gentle pain licking at you. His hips still rocking into you while he kisses down your throat. 

You’re suddenly hyper aware of how little clothing you’re wearing, only bothering to put on a loose shirt and underwear this morning. 

King Crimson notices at the same time you do with a grin against your neck, hand slipping into your underwear with a pleased hum at how wet you already are and a soft nip to your pulse point when he sinks his fingers into you.

Your eyes widen in shock, glancing at Diavolo with a shaky moan, he looks just as surprised as you that his stand has its fingers buried in you, gentle thrusts making you pant underneath him while he sucks love bites into your skin. 

Diavolo looks ecstatic. 

He has no intention of stopping him.

The way he’s touching you is akin to worship, lips pressed to your throat while he lets you grind down onto his fingers, he can feel the soft trembling in your body as you chase your orgasm, the way your hips start to speed up with breathy whines. 

He waits til the second you’re on the edge, a twitch of his lips as you push yourself down on his hand as your walls flutter around him.

And time shatters with you.

It shudders inside of you as he completely erases your orgasm with a grin, your chest is heaving softly with a complaint on your lips already.

"Hey! Why did you do that? That’s so mean…”

You hear Diavolo’s amused laugh from his seat, watching as his stand starts moving his fingers inside of you again, thumb rubbing your clit in quick circles to get you close as fast as he can.

The pleasure masking the overstimulation as you fall apart in his hands, shaky moans slipping from your lips as your head falls back.

Hips unintentionally rolling against his hand right when you get close with a broken cry right as you’re about to cum.

And time skips again. 

Just to be dragged to the floor below King Crimson before you can complain, fingers pulling out before he sinks his cock into your trembling walls, head falling to your throat as he bites softly at your skin as you gasp for breath.

“Now that’s interesting.”

“Shut… Up.”

“Do it again, Crimson. For as long as she complains.”

The grin on his stands lips makes your heart rate pick up, fear crawling in your veins that you might never get to actually cum with him being so cruel.

The thought doesn’t last long when he starts thrusting into you, cock dragging so perfectly against your overstimulated walls, so wet that you can feel it dripping down onto the floor.

“Please… Crimson... Don't stop.”

Your soft begging comes out in broken moans as he leans further over you, pulling your leg up against his waist, lips pressing against your own as he thrusts harder, tip pressing against your cervix with every thrust.

His length fills you so perfectly as you moan pathetically into his mouth, until he pulls out completely, hands on your waist as he makes you get on your knees.

“Shit…”

Diavolo’s voice was ragged, you can’t even see him to know he’s close as well, watching the way his stand bends you over and sinks his cock back into you.

His eyes don’t leave you as he watches where you meet, staring at the way you drip onto the carpet and all over Crimson’s thighs with every thrust.

Fuck he can feel it.

His breathing heavy as he feels your trembling around his stand, fingers stroking himself through the fabric, he’s closer than you are.

“Diavolo… Please.”

Its a broken sob into the plush carpet as you beg him not to skip your orgasm again, he can see the way your body shakes below his stand, its hand against your back to keep you arched so perfectly for him as he fucks you into the floor. 

He wants to reply, to give you a snippy little answer that you should have thought about that before teasing him. 

Until you cum.

And Crimson chooses to let you, sobbing moans ripping from you as he speeds up, leaning forward to bite your shoulder hard as you clench around him, a muffled scream tearing from your throat as his stand covers your mouth. 

A small kindness in between the brutal snap of his hips, the last thing any of you want is for someone to think you’re being murdered. 

With how desperate your cries are it’s close, body limp as Crimson strokes your clit when his thrusts slow, lips soft against your back in adoration, like he’s praising you for taking it.

Diavolo’s hand wraps fully around his length as he sits right against the edge, his name sweet from your lips right as he’s about to cum.

And time skips.

Pucci -

He couldn’t help the trail of his eyes across your figure standing in the kitchen, apron wrapped tight around your waist, wearing nothing but your underwear.

You were tempting him, not intentionally, or perhaps you were. 

Humming softly as you walk around the kitchen while you bake something in the oven, something sweet it smells like, a deep breath catching in his throat as he looks away from you.

“Y/N, my dear?”

You jump slightly when you hear his voice, turning with a smile as you place down the pan and dart over to your boyfriend to wrap your arms around his neck with a gentle kiss to his lips.

“I’ve missed you… You’ve been gone so long.”

The soft pout on your lips making him laugh lightly, it’s only been a few days.

But he missed you too, curling his arms around you and pulling you snug against him. Just to stiffen slightly when he feels your breasts pressing against him, soft and warm as you hum in his ear sweetly with a kiss to his cheek. 

Fate is cruel.

A tender kiss pressed to your forehead as he lets you go back to the kitchen, incredibly flustered at how close you were pressed against him and insanely glad you don’t notice how hard he is already in his pants.

A gentle call over his shoulder that he’s going to take a shower before he heads quickly into the bedroom. This is going to be a long night if you don’t put some clothes on.

The shower was not nearly as relaxing as he wanted it to be, thoughts drifting back to you as his hand rests against the tile, fingers twitching as he debates just dealing with it, a huff on his lips as he gets out anyway and heads to his room.

Somehow harder than he started.

His eyes flutter shut when he feels you pressing up against him, more specifically, you pressing up against Whitesnake.

The smell of your perfume makes his problem worse as he lays down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as if he could will it away, it almost works. Deep grounding breathing as he calms himself, hands resting on his stomach as he relaxes completely.

Until a soft groan slips from his lips when he feels you press faintly against his erection, eyes wide as he throws a shirt on and slips from the room.

You’re in the kitchen still softly humming, Whitesnake pressed against your back as he pushes you softly into the counter, you don’t even realise what he’s actually doing. 

So used to getting affection from him whenever he’s out that you don't notice the light roll of his hips pressed against your ass.

“Whitesnake. Stop it…”

You jump surprised at hearing Pucci’s voice, annoyance lacing his tone, confusion flickering on your face as you try to turn. 

Try.

Just for Whitesnake to tighten his arms around you with a breathy groan, pushing your hips further against the counter as he rocks into your ass, soft panted breathing in your ear as he presses his head against your throat.

“Uh… Pucci?”

“I’m sorry, my dear. It’s my fault…” 

He gasps softly as he tries to pull Whitesnake back into himself, every nerve in his body on fire with how good it feels, hand resting on the counter as he tries to focus on anything but you.

“You don’t have to.”

“Please don’t tempt me…Y/N”

Your name falls from his lips as a groan rather than a warning, Whitesnake nudging your legs apart to roll his hips into you better.

Sharp teeth biting into your lip as you try not to moan at the friction, not wanting to make it harder for Pucci to control himself. 

His lips press against your neck while he unties the apron with quick hands, fingers slipping into your underwear as you gasp out softly when he starts rubbing your clit with every roll of his hips. 

The soft groaning in your ear makes you even wetter as Pucci watches, at war with himself over even putting his stand away when he has you moaning so beautifully against the worktop.

And then it's gone as fast as it started, Whitesnake pulling back as he looked down as you turned to face him before dropping to his knees and gazing up at you, almost asking for permission. 

Your eyes find Pucci’s as he straightens up with ragged breaths, gaze dropping to his stand before looking back up to you, your pupils blown wide as the apron hangs loosely around your neck.

“Do you want this?”

He didn’t answer right away, thinking about whether he even cared that it was a sin. Even being with you was a sin, going against everything that he vowed. But your pretty eyes are tempting him more than anything, 

“Pucci, it’s okay. We can stop, let’s go watch a movie?”

“Take the apron off… Please? Let me watch you.”

Your fingers hesitate as you pull the apron off, you’ve barely been undressed in front of your boyfriend and now he wants to…

Watch what exactly?

You swallow softly as you place the apron on the counter, eyes wide as you watch his gaze fall across your body, before groaning when he sees your soaked underwear, licking his lips unconsciously as he moves to sit in the chair by the kitchen island.

Whitesnake’s head turns to look at him once before pushing your hips back against the counter as he moves in between your thighs, your chest rising and falling rapidly when he slips your underwear down your legs. 

“Do you want this?”

Your head raises from watching his stand to look into his eyes, a quick nod as he smiles sweetly at you. Whitesnake wasting no time to pull your leg over his shoulder as he leans forward and licks at your clit with a hum, Pucci’s eyes fluttering slightly as he tastes you on his tongue. 

Whitesnake’s fingers are loving as they entwine with yours, pressing his face fully into you, his lips sucking softly against you as your head falls back with a whine.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Your head drops back to look at him right as Whitesnake slides his fingers inside of you, a whimper on your lips as you watch Pucci press his palm against his cock through his pants, his eyes lidded and mouth open in soft gasps as he watches you softly fall apart on his stands fingers.

“Pucci… You can touch me…”

“Please, let me watch you like this first.”

Whitesnake’s fingers thrust a little faster when your hand falls to his head, palm curling around his crown as you pull him closer, your moans getting louder while he drags you closer to the edge.

A soft groan falls from Pucci’s lips when he wraps his hand around himself, his eyes refusing to drop from you.

“Can you… I want to taste you when you finish.”

“Are you… Fuck don’t…”

Your attempt at questioning cuts off with a broken moan when Whitesnake curls his fingers inside of you as he sucks hard on your clit.

A small whine falling from your lips as you try to push him away, an almost growl in his throat as he drops your hand and grips your waist, pulling you down to grind on his tongue with a pleased hum.

Your eyes meet Pucci’s with a breathy moan, a plea on your lips, he can’t tell if you want him to stop or let you cum with how teary your eyes are as his stand devours you.

“Pucci, I can’t… so close.” 

His hand speeds up as his cock twitches in his grip, pleasure overwhelming as he watches you roll your hips against his stands mouth with a pathetic moan.

“With me? Please.”

The pure desperation in his voice making you cum on Whitesnakes fingers, eyes rolling back as he sucks hard on your sensitive clit, a breathy moan falling from you as you try to keep your eyes focused on Pucci in front of you. 

His hips jerking weakly into his hand as he comes with a low groan, the taste of you dragging him over the edge violently. Cum slipping down his fingers as you watch every drop with excitement at the thought of slipping to your knees and lick it off of him.

Your fingers gently push Whitesnake away from your overstimulated clit, pulling away with one last soft lick as you move, Pucci panting in front of you like its the only time in his life he’s even touched himself.

It is.

He watches in mild horror when you drop to your knees in front of the chair with a sweet smile on your lips.

“Can I taste you now?”