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Cross-posted on AO3/username: Starmanjr94

-Warnings: Phone sex, mutual masturbation, talks about getting caught/walked-in on

You knew Gohan’s schedule like the back of your hand. So, you knew today he had no classes to teach, and was at the university purely for his academic work. Which is why by the middle of the day, you were slightly disappointed that Gohan had yet to text you.

He always tried his best to check in with you throughout the day. It did not matter how busy he was, or if you were at work yourself. But sometimes, time got the best of Gohan. Every now and then, your husband would get caught in his work to the point that it seemed he was in his own little universe. Though, this primarily occurred if Gohan was finally close to finishing whatever research he was working on. Or, if he was in a time crunch…Sometimes even both.

Hence why you had not heard a peep from Gohan since he kissed you goodbye that morning. As one of the most renowned entomologists in his field, Gohan had a fast-approaching deadline regarding some of his most promising research yet. Since the field and lab work had been concluded, now all he needed to do was rush to publish his findings. He needed to be completed by a specific date so he could present his work at an upcoming conference.

So, while you were a tad disappointed in the lack of communication, you understood.

Plus, you could still text him yourself.

You took your phone out and quickly went to your messages app. Of course, Gohan was at the top of the list.

You were about to send a simple message, just to check in on Gohan, but for some reason, your mind went elsewhere.

Perhaps you could encourage Gohan to take a break, and help him destress a bit. Just, in a very particular way.

So, with a cheeky smile on your face, you made your way to your guys’ shared bedroom. You situated yourself on the bed, sitting against the pillows near the top. Then, you slid one of your hands down the front of your shorts and started working yourself.

You let out a quiet sigh as your finger passed over your clit, and moved around your folds. You were not aroused just yet, so to help speed along the process, you imagined Gohan seated in front of you, watching you play with yourself. Occasionally offering encouraging words and praises.

You then envisioned that he would soon get too worked up himself from the sight of you. His own hand would end up slipping underneath the waistband of his pants and briefs.

That seemed to do the trick. You felt your blood heating up from your own thoughts, your folds starting to slicken slightly.

Satisfied, with your free hand, you grabbed your phone that had been placed on the nearby night stand only a few minutes prior.

With little thought, you called Gohan. While he had not called or texted himself, you knew that he would answer you regardless of how busy he might have been.

It only took three rings before he answered.

“Hello darling.” His voice was cheerful, but distracted.

“Hey.” Your voice came out in pleased sigh. You still had your other hand tucked in between your thighs, fingers idly smearing your wetness around, occasionally circling your clit.

You heard Gohan speak again. “How’s it going at home?”

Your breath hitched a bit, barely noticeable, when one of your fingers had grazed your entrance. “Good…Just a tad lonely.”

You smiled coly to yourself wondering how long it would take Gohan to notice what you were up to. He wasn’t innocent exactly, but his mind didn’t always jump to sexual stuff.

“Awe, I’m sorry darling. I miss you too. I promise to bring you home a surprise to make up for how busy I’ve been.”

You put your phone on speaker phone, and then placed it off to your side. “You, you better.” You used your now free hand to shimmy out of your shorts and panties. You now had better access to your wet cunt. So, you purposefully worked yourself in a way that was, a little obscene sounding, possibly noticeable over a phone call.

You heard Gohan make a slightly confused sound. “What’s going on? Are you cooking something right now?”

If you weren’t really aroused at the moment, you would have laughed from Gohan’s words. Instead, you answered him. Your response had a breathy quality to it. “No.”

A few moments of silence pass on Gohan’s end. Then, you heard Gohan slap his mouth with his hand. “A-are you touching yourself right now?” He asked in a hushed, scandalized tone.

You only let out a soft moan in response.

Gohan’s breath caught. “You’re lucky I’m in my office, and it’s just me in here.” He scolded, though there was no real anger behind his words.

You prodded at your entrance. “I’d be luckier if you were here right now.” You sighed. “I wish you were here right now.”

Gohan groaned quietly. “I wish I was too – but you know how my research has been.”

“I do, which-“ You cut yourself off as you fully slipped a finger into your pussy, hissing for a moment. You normally were not quite this noisy, but you were exaggerating for Gohan’s benefit. “-Which is why I think you should take a break right now…You wouldn’t want me taking care of myself all by myself, now would you?”

There were a few moments where Gohan did not answer, but, you heard him get up from his desk, and lock his office door with a ‘click.’

Gohan spoke in a clumsy voice. “Can you tell me how you’re dressed, what you’re doing exactly?”

You hummed for a second, withdrawing your finger and pausing the movements of your hand. “I’m sitting on our bed, only in a tee-shirt and bra…” You resumed rubbing yourself, massaging your clit just the way you liked it. “Shit- I’m touching myself right now, my fingers are on my clit, and I’m so wet right now.”

Gohan moaned lowly over the phone just as you heard him undo his belt. “Is my shirt from earlier still on my side of the bed?”

You glanced over at the side of the bed he was talking about. His shirt that he had slept in the previous night was in fact, still there. “Yeah.”

You could hear Gohan begin to stroke himself, the sound starting a little dry, but quickly sounding wet. It made your heart hammer, and your walls clench around nothing.

“Can you take the rest of your clothes off, and put my shirt on instead?” Gohan requested.

You swallowed and removed your fingers from your cunt. “Okay.”  You did what was asked of you right away. You knew Gohan loved seeing you in just one of his shirts. His shirts tended to hang off of you, reaching about mid-thigh. He also loved fucking you while you wore his clothing. Something about it got him going.

“Done.” You said as you resituated yourself.

“Good.” Gohan paused for a moment before speaking once more. “I wish I could see you right now…”

You giggled. “Maybe later.” You then brought your hand back to your core, and slipped your fingers back inside of your pussy and slowly started fucking yourself. While it wasn’t Gohan’s cock, it would do for now. It helped knowing he could hear you through the phone, and was getting off himself.

Gohan groaned. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

For few moments, all that could be heard was skin working wet skin from both ends. Soft and airy noises slipped from both of your mouths.

You picked up the pace of your fingers, crooking them too, and using your thumb to toy with your clit. You couldn’t help yourself from breathing heavier, from the sounds passing through your lips from getting louder and more desperate sounding. Warm and heavy pleasure was building in your lower stomach.

“Gohan.” You whined. While you knew you’d be able to bring yourself over the edge, you really wished it was your husband’s hot cock doing it. Filling you perfectly, pushing into you deeply.

You heard Gohan’s breath catch from saying his name. “What are you thinking about right now?” He questioned, a hurried edge to his voice. The sound of his hand moving on his dick became more apparent as he seemingly picked up his own pace. You wondered if he was what he was thinking about too.

“Your cock-“ A soft whine escaped your mouth. “Your cock buried in me.”

“Fuck.” A rare obscenity slipped out of Gohan. “Keep going.”

You added a third finger into your soaked pussy, trying to emulate the girth of Gohan. “You’d have my legs thrown over your shoulders.” You felt yourself clench around your own fingers from the thought.

“Of course.” Gohan gritted out, the noises coming from his end becoming more frantic.

You had to know what was going through his mind. “What, what about you?”

“Tryin’ to pretend my hand is your cunt. It’s not tight or wet enough-“

His words spurred you on, causing you to massage your clit with the sole purpose of finishing. You could feel your orgasm building.

“What would you do if I was there?” You barely managed to ask, your words coming out breathy and scattered.

Gohan whined. “I’d fuck you until you came all over my cock.”

The thought of you making a mess all over his dick sent a wave of pleasure through you. You could feel your muscles getting tighter the closer you got to finishing.

A very dirty thought crossed your mind. “What if someone walked in on you?”

“Wouldn’t care- only you matter right now.” He explained. Based on the way he spoke, it sounded like Gohan was close to coming.

“But, I think, the better question is, what would you do?” Gohan asked breathlessly.

The thought of someone walking in on you surprisingly made you feel hotter. It was somewhat embarrassing. You couldn’t help but whimper.

A moan fell from Gohan’s mouth. “Of course you like the sound of that-“

He wasn’t scolding you exactly, but his words brought arousing shame to course through you. You knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

“Shut up, you do too.” You accused even if it wasn’t true.

Gohan didn’t stop. He even disregarded your retort. “You’d love to have someone come in with me deep inside you-“ He cut himself off with a grunt, the sound of him masturbating intensifying as he neared his climax. “You’d want other people to see just who you belonged to- shit.” Gohan’s sentence ended in a sharp gasp.

You didn’t have it in you to deny his words. You just let his taunts and the sound of him touching himself wind you up further.

After crooking your fingers just one more time, you felt your orgasm hit. Your walls fluttered around your digits, your stomach and thighs tightened as intense pleasure bulldozed into you. You didn’t even try to muffle the cries that flooded from your mouth. It was no use.

You were so lost to your own pleasure, you almost didn’t hear Gohan choke out your name as he starting coming mere moments later. Almost.

As fast as it had all begun, you orgasm faded away. You were left there in the middle of the bed, hand stuffed between your thighs, laying there weakly.

You assumed Gohan was in a similar state, as it took the two of you a bit before any words were spoken.

Eventually though, you withdrew your hand from your cunt, and wiped your fingers on Gohan’s shirt. You knew he wouldn’t mind.

Gohan was the first to say something. “You little imp-“ He accused. You heard the sounds of what was Gohan presumably buckling his belt again. “Thank you.” He continued in a small voice. “I, I needed that.”

You let out a satisfied sound. “Knew ya did.”

Warnings: Smut, scenting (kinda), rough sex This is cross-posted on AO3 - I have started a Dragon Ball x reader smutshot collection on there (my AO3 username: Starmanjr94)

It was times like this that made you frustrated you had to work with Vegeta. It was absolutely unfair. Your friend would never know just how aggravating Vegeta was, especially while training. They ended up paired with Goku. You often wondered why you weren’t the one paired with him.

Well, you did. A while back, Bulma had yammered on about how some tests she had conducted deduced that Vegeta was your ideal training partner. She was lucky you liked her, otherwise you would have thought she was plotting your demise or something.

Regardless, you panted heavily on the floor as Vegeta looked at you with a semi-disgusted look on his face.

“You will never achieve Super Sayian at this rate – pathetic.” He spat, crossing his arms.

You got back on your feet and stood up. You stared Vegeta down. “Are you trying to piss me off right now? You purposefully tripped me, and now you’re calling me pathetic.”

Vegeta smirked at you. You hated it when it happened, but you felt your stomach flip. Why did the biggest asshole you knew also had to be hot too?

“Why don’t you use that anger of yours for something useful instead of complaining.” He taunted.

You gritted your teeth. “I would if you actually tried to train me properly – all you seem to like to do is humiliate me.”

Since you started working with Vegeta, you felt like you really hadn’t made any progress. You believed he was to be blamed.

It seemed like he never offered any helpful advice, and anytime the two of you sparred, he would pull the dirtiest tricks. You always headed back to your room embarrassed and defeated. It didn’t help that your friend had already reached their Super Sayian form already and you hadn’t. If only Goku was your mentor.

Vegeta let out an amused huff. “Your humiliation is your own fault – I’d feel disgraced too if I couldn’t beat my opponent even once.”

Oh, how badly you wanted to punch him right now.

“See, this right here is why I’m not getting anywhere. You don’t teach me anything. All you do is run your mouth!” You snapped.

Vegeta actually started to look annoyed. “I can’t teach you what is instinctual, don’t you get it? You already have everything you need to advance – you know how to fight, you’re not weak. You just need to do something with the anger within.”

“I know that! That’s all you’ve been saying for weeks now. But you haven’t told me what to do with my anger.”

Vegeta mumbled to himself before speaking again. “Christ woman, I can’t tell you how to channel your own emotions. You have to figure that out yourself or else you will never achieve your Super Sayian form. That’s just how it is. What drives me, or Kakarot even, doesn’t necessarily mean anything to you.” He turned on his heel, clearly done with this conversation.

That only made you more upset. It felt like he was giving up on you.

“Don’t you leave now! We’re not done here.”

You watched as Vegeta paused his movements. He turned to look back at you for a brief moment. Then, he ‘tsked.’

“I think we are.”

You felt your anger boil over inside. As Vegeta started walking away from you again, you charged forward. You were going to take him down.

As your smaller, yet still solid form collided into his equally built body, you heard Vegeta gasp. In an instant, you were both on the floor, with you on top of Vegeta. You had taken him by surprise.

But, just as fast, Vegeta had managed to gain the upper-hand. Using his brute strength, he maneuvered himself out of your grasp and switched your positions. He had you pinned between his body and the floor now, your back to his chest. It was almost disorienting.

Vegeta chuckled softly right next to your ear. You practically jumped from the warm breath.

“Please enlighten me, what was that meant to accomplish?”

You were supposed to be furious, but his laughter, his warm body pressed against you, well, it was distracting. How annoying… You were supposed to be better than that. Normally, you could ignore temptations like that.

You attempted to thrash out of his grasp. “Get off of me!”

Vegeta only pressed you against the floor harder. He disregarded your demand. “Are you even trying?”

That reignited some of your anger. “Of course I am.” You grunted out, your words coming out strained from the weight on top of you.

You tried to brace your arms against the floor to get at least some leverage. Vegeta’s weight made it nearly impossible though.

The pressure Vegeta applied did not let up. You felt as he leaned closed to your neck again.

In a low and dangerous voice, he spoke. “I don’t think you are.”

You felt your face flush from his tone, from what he was insinuating. From the fact that there was some truth to what he had essentially accused you of.

While you most likely would not be able to get out from underneath him regardless, you normally put up more of a fight. There was some unsatisfied part of your brain influencing your actions right now. Something telling you to take it easy. You were glad you were facing the ground. Your blush couldn’t give you away if Vegeta couldn’t see it.

Clearly, not getting around much and training with someone as good looking as Vegeta had finally taken a toll on your mental fortitude. You stupidly enough craved the touch and heat of Vegeta, even though the logical part of your brain knew he would never allow himself to indulge in such things himself.

You had to admit, in that regard, Vegeta was the better Sayian.

You realized you hadn’t responded to Vegeta when you heard his obnoxious voice again. Vegeta’s face was still way to close to your ear too.

“Cat got your tongue?” His words leaked arrogance.

“You’re being such as ass.” You huffed, still being crushed by the mass on top of you. “I bet you’re enjoying humiliating me like this.” You hissed out.

“Hmm, maybe I am – but I know you’re enjoying it too.” His lips were practically hovering above the top of your ear. There was almost a hungry sound to his voice.

You involuntarily shivered, causing you to internally curse at yourself. You were practically telling on yourself to Vegeta right now. You were just proving him right.

You gritted your teeth. “Think what you want – you’re just filling your own ego.”

Vegeta stilled for a bit. “Do you take me as a fool? I’m almost offended.”

Your movements stalled as well. You didn’t’ want to genuinely anger the Sayian above you. You were hesitant to speak.

“You think I don’t see the way you eye me up?” Vegeta continued.

You felt your heart pound, your blood thrumming in your veins.

Vegeta lifted himself up slightly, reducing the intensity of his weight against you.

“Well?” Vegeta pushed.

You still didn’t answer.

With surprising care considering the act, Vegeta grabbed on to your hair and forced you to look back up at him.

You had to swallow back a moan. “This, this is inappropriate.”

Vegeta ignored your faux protest. He carried on. “You say I’m the inappropriate one? You don’t think I can smell how badly you want me? Over these past weeks, you’ve made no attempt to conceal your desire.”

“W-what?” Your breath caught in your throat.

Vegeta just ‘tsked’ at you. “You’re just as bad as Goku, not knowing a thing about Sayian biology.” A knowing smirk appeared on his face as he spoke again. “Sayians release pheromones when they’re aroused – but we have the ability to mask them at will. Helps us attract the mates we actually want.”

You wish the ground below you could swallow you up.

As a Sayian who had been in a similar situation as Goku, you had not had the luxury of learning about your own species.

So no, you had not known that little bit of information.

Vegeta let go of your hair, allowing you to look back at the ground in front of you. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Vegeta questioned.

Not wanting to let Vegeta know how demoralized and embarrassed you felt, you feigned some sass. “Oh gee, I don’t know – maybe for annoying you with my, uh, scent, when you clearly want nothing to do with me in that way.”

You felt no better than a man.

But, your woes quickly vanished.

“Who said I didn’t want anything to do with you, in that way.”

You forced yourself to look over your shoulder at Vegeta. His eyes were dark and intense. It was arousingly hot.

Somehow you managed to speak. “Well, I just assumed you only associated with me because you were forced by Bulma.”

A short gasp fell from your lips when suddenly, Vegeta thrusted down onto your ass. Engorged flesh pressed against your behind.

“Don’t assume things, woman.” Vegeta grunted out. “Your scent has been clouding my mind against my will. It is all I can think of when I’m alone. It-it’s utterly insane.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” You felt bad. You were clearly unknowingly torturing the man above you for weeks now. It was no wonder he was being a horrible mentor.

“If you’re truly sorry, why don’t you start atoning.” Vegeta challenged.

Oh, you liked where this was going. Well, at least where you thought it was going. So, you started to play coy.

“And how could I do that?”

Vegeta pushed his erection against your clothed ass again. “Oh, I think we both know of a way.” His eyes softened a bit though. “What do you think about that?”

“I think you already know my answer.” You didn’t want to verbally express want you wanted. You were still feeling mortified about the fact that Vegeta had been able to smell how horny he makes you every time the two of you trained together.

A serious look spread across his face. “No, I want you to use your words.”

You swallowed audibly as Vegeta awaited your response. “I like the sound of that.” You said in an embarrassed but sure voice.

With that, your nose was suddenly overwhelmed with an intoxicating smell. You literally moaned out loud from it. You felt your face burn as your blood heated up further.

“This is what I meant when I said us Sayians can control our scent.” Vegeta explained without being asked to.

You just let your head thud against the ground beneath you. “You can yammer on about Sayian biology another time – just do something.” You gasped out. You realized you were quickly losing yourself to your most basic needs. It must have had something to do with Vegeta revealing his scent to you.

Vegeta wasted no time in leaning down and nipping at your neck, his hands wandering around your sides. “I want to fuck you so bad right now. How does that sound?”

In response, you pushed up against Vegeta, causing a stifled moan to slip from his mouth. “Sounds great.”

Vegeta hungrily gripped at the top of your pants and panties, and pulled them down swiftly to the middle of your thighs. You felt your pussy clench on nothing, spurred on by his efficiency and eagerness.

God, you just wanted his cock in you right now.

But, it seemed like Vegeta had another plan.

You felt him slide one of his hands in-between your thighs from behind, sinking into your wet flesh. He sharply gasped at the sensation, and you swore you felt his erection twitch against your thigh.

“You are so wet for me woman, it’s, it’s unbelievable.”

You looked over your shoulder up at Vegeta. His pupils were blown, his face flushed. You watched impatiently as he brought the fingers that had just grazed your cunt to his face. He inhaled deeply before licking his fingers. He then literally moaned unabashedly from your scent and taste.

While that did things to you, as he went to move his hand to your cunt again, you shook your head.

A puzzled look crossed his face.

As much as you wanted to ride his fingers, come on his face, you needed his cock inside of you right now. Blame it on your Sayian genetics, but that is what you needed. And you felt unusually ready to take cock without foreplay.

“Please, just fuck me now.” You whined.

You almost wanted to feel mortified at your desperation. But, you couldn’t bring yourself to. You had spent well over a month constantly working out and training with Vegeta. Constantly saw him either in tight clothing, or even shirtless. He tended to always be soaked in sweat too, which only added to his appeal. Your training sessions with Vegeta had provided you with plenty of alone time material, and while you had imagined sex with Vegeta playing out a million different ways, sometimes even soft and sweet, you just needed him plain and simple right now.

There would other times to take it slow- wait, you shouldn’t think like that. This most likely would be a one-time thing. You didn’t let that upset you though.

Your mental monologue was interrupted by the hurried movements of Vegeta behind you. He rushed to free his dick, clearly on board with not taking it slow either.

You jerked forward when you felt the head of Vegeta’ cock tease your entrance from behind. You didn’t even have time to scold him before he started to enter into your sopping cunt.

It felt so good, all you could do was sigh in relief. The moment was short-lived though. Vegeta moved fast, but deliberately.

You choked out a sob as Vegeta thrusted into you. It felt like something in your life was finally clicking, as dramatic as it might have sounded. But truly, it felt like his cock was made for your pussy.

The way the veins of his cock felt against your walls was divine. The obscene noises of skin meeting skin stirred your blood more. You had no purchase on the floor, yet you still attempted to grasp onto the mat below you.

“Just, just like that.” You whimpered.

That only encouraged the man above you. He repositioned himself to be on his knees, grabbing a hold of your hips tightly. He only moved into you deeper now. You couldn’t help but clench around him.

“Fuck, your cunt feels so good.” Vegeta growled out.

You were glad your face was pushed up against the floor, as it helped muffled your pathetic noises, and cool surface beneath you felt nice against your burning face.

“This is so much better than I imagined.” You admitted without thinking.

Vegeta’s movements faltered a bit, but he recovered almost instantly. “You thought about this?” He asked in disbelief, semi out of breath.

You bit your lip as you debated if you should be honest or not. The pleasure must have gotten to your head though, because you decided to keep running your mouth.

“So, so many times. Lots of different ways too.”

You felt Vegeta twitch inside you from your admission. He thrusted into your harder then, pressing you firmly into the floor.

His roughness caused you to whine, made heat coil intensely in your lower stomach. A shocking thought ran through your head. Would you be able to finish from just his cock alone? It made your walls flutter at the thought.

“Woman, I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.” Vegeta said through his teeth, his chest pressed tightly against your back.

The thought of Vegeta coming, coming inside of you filled your dirty head. You moaned obnoxiously, then purposefully clenched hard around the cock filling you.

Vegeta made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a whimper. “You witch!”

You felt his movement grow sloppy. Your own pleasure started to reach its peak too.

You knew Vegeta would finish soon, and so a foolish thought entered your head. “Vegeta-” You were breathless. “Vegeta, inside please.”

Vegeta released a noise of protest, but you felt his dick jump at the thought. You pushed back against him harshly.

“Don’t worry, I’m on the pill.” You reassured him.

He let out a choked sound. “I can’t do that.”

You whined, pushing back against him to meet his movements now, chasing your own release. “Why not?”

Vegeta surprised you by stilling. You looked over your shoulder at him. There was conflict clear in his eyes. His face was red; he seemed almost embarrassed.

“It, well, it is a very intimate thing to do. Well, at least considered amongst Sayians.” He had a hard time meeting your eyes.

You kept curious eyes on him, urging him to go on.

“I can’t believe you’re making me explain this now of all times.” Vegeta huffed out, out of breath from the awkward conversation and the current activity the two of you were engaged in.

“You’re essentially asking me to breed you…”

At the thought of Vegeta not only finishing inside of you, but breeding you too, you clenched tightly around his cock. You wouldn’t mind carrying his children. Wait, where the hell did that thought come from? Sayian genetics perhaps? You were too consumed by pleasure to fully care. All you knew was the idea of Vegeta’s come filling you up and dripping out of your pussy made you feel hot.

“Woman!” He seemed scandalized.

You smiled cheekily at him. “Please. I need to fill me up.”

Vegeta growled at you, resuming his movements with more ferocity than before. He was like an animal, claiming what was his.

“We will talk about this later.” He managed to ground out.

All you could do was take what he was giving to you. It was frantic, raw, and consuming. So, all you did was nod slightly in acknowledgment.

Despite the brief pause, it did not take long for Vegeta to begin to shift into you clumsily. He gripped tightly onto the back of your hips, definitely leaving bruises, and he lowered his face to the back of your neck.

You cried out in both pain and pleasure when he bit down, his hot release finally spurting out and into you.

As he filled you up, the hot liquid, the sharp pain from his teeth, well, it sent you over your own edge. Your walls squeezed around him over and over again, milking him of his seed. As you came, your leg and core muscles tightened and relaxed in time with your orgasm.

Almost as fast as it had begun, you started to come down.

You whined as you felt Vegeta pull out of you, some of his come spilling out of your used cunt.

Though, you felt a wave of satisfaction wash over you when you heard Vegeta groan at the sight of your pussy, your own release mixed with his own spilling out.

You couldn’t help but gasp though when you felt fingers prodding at your now sensitive pussy. It was Vegeta pushing his come back into you.

You really wanted to look behind yourself and see Vegeta for yourself, but you suddenly realized just how wrung out and tired you felt. You just let out a sigh instead.

Vegeta must have sense something, because instantly you felt him pressed up against your back, though he was taking care not to put all his weight on you. You felt his warm breath on his ear before he started talking.

“I think we need to discuss some important things regarding Sayian biology.”

Warnings: Smut, Mutual Masturbation, Dildos, Anal fingering, Anal sex, come eating Cross-posted on AO3

“I can’t believe you have such a decked out kitchen, but you’ve never used it!” Haru exclaimed after he had explored the kitchen at the Kambe residence.

While Haru and Daisuke had still been at the police department, Daisuke had suggested that they go to his place after work. Haru had been happy about that idea, since the two boyfriends usually went to Haru’s apartment whenever they spent time together. Also, it was Friday, which meant that the two would at least spend the night together. Spending the night Daisuke’s was a rare treat, so Haru’s happiness only increased.

Once they had finished up at work for the day, Daisuke had driven the two of them to where he lived. When they had gotten to Daisuke’s, they ended up spending an hour or so relaxing in the living room, mainly chatting while the large flat screen TV was on in the background as a form of white noise.

Eventually though, Haru’s stomach had growled. Just as Daiuske was about to request that Inoue, the Kambe’s new butler, cook them up something to eat, Haru asked if he could cook for them like he usually does at his own place. Daisuke could not see any reason why it would be a bad idea, so he agreed and led him to the kitchen.

Although it was not Haru’s first time, or even his fifth time at Daisuke’s, he had never seen the kitchen before. Which is why he was so excited by the spacious design, the high tech appliances, and the nicely stocked cooling units and pantry.

“Seriously, I know you’re not much of a cook, but how can you just ignore this beautiful kitchen!” Haru asked, turning around to look at Daisuke.

“I just find no need to come in here most of the time. Inoue or Suzue take care of the cooking.” After being with Haru for a few months and seeing how much joy he found whenever he would cook, especially for the two of them, Daisuke knew it was lame that he did not cook himself. Though, he did actually know how to cook basic meals, as his mother, and then later Suzue, made sure to teach him. He was glad that he had been taught the simple rules of cooking, because being with Haru meant that oftentimes, he had to help Haru make dinner. It had become one of their things, Daisuke was like his assistant in the kitchen.

Haru threw a teasing smile at Daisuke. “What would you even do without Inoue or Suzue?”

Daisuke took a step forward, meaning there was only about a foot of space in between them. “I would hire another butler.”

“Really?!” Haru asked in mock offense. “I would have thought you would’ve chosen me as your next chef.” He leaned in and placed a small kiss on Daisuke’s lips. The shorter man blushed slightly, taken by surprise from the small act of affection.

He worked quickly to compose himself. “Ah, but you have more uses than just your skills in the kitchen. It would be a waste.”

Now it was Haru’s turn to blush, as it was possible that Daisuke’s words carried with them certain insinuations.

He cleared his throat and took a step backwards. “Tonight, I’ll make us another Katou family special!”

“And what would that be?” Daisuke questioned.

“Miso soup.” Haru replied with a grin.

“Is that not a staple meal for most families?” Daisuke pointed out with a small smirk.

Haru scoffed at Daisuke. “Well yes, but I wouldn’t call it a Katou family special if there wasn’t anything different about it…Just trust me.”

Well, Haru has never led Daisuke astray before in regards to his cooking. So, he might as well take his word for it. He put his hands up in defense. “Alright…Though, you have this whole kitchen at your disposal, and you want to make miso soup?”

Haru glared at Daisuke, though, he knew Haru well enough by now that he knew he was not actually upset.

“What happened to just trust the chef?”

“I thought the saying went, ‘kiss the chef?’”

“Daisuke!” Haru scolded.

Despite the fact that Daisuke had put on a disinterested face, he could not stop the small chuckle that escaped from his mouth. It was fun to rile up Haru, especially since he could be quite temperamental.

Eventually, Haru did get around to making the miso soup. And, begrudgingly, Daisuke had to admit, there was something special about his family’s miso soup recipe. A very smug look had made its way onto Haru’s face at that admission.

Though, when the two had finished and were cleaning up, Haru had ended up spilling some of the leftover miso soup all over himself. Daisuke had immediately offered to have new clothing bought for him, but Haru shot the idea down.

“You don’t need to buy a whole new outfit. I can just borrow something of yours, yes?” There might have been about a four inch height difference between the two, but Haru was not concerned that none of Daisuke’s clothing would not fit him.

Daisuke did not voice it, but it felt warm at the thought of Haru wearing his clothes. “If you’d like.”

Daisuke led Haru to his bedroom, and then to the walk-in closet that was connected to the room. Haru had seen his bedroom before, but he had not seen his closet yet.

Haru rolled his eyes at the collection of clothing Daisuke owned, most of it looking quite similar. “Quite unsurprising.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Haru gave him a look. “You know exactly what I mean.”

Haru stood off to the side and watched as Daisuke found something for him to wear. Much to Haru’s surprise, the man did actually own casual clothing, even sweats. He could not hide his shock as Daisuke placed a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants into his hands.

“Out with it already.” Daisuke said.

“Huh, what do you mean?” Haru had to stifle a laugh.

Daisuke spoke, imitating Haru’s voice. “‘Oh wow! I didn’t know the ever so meticulous and put-together Daisuke Kambe owned sweatpants.’” He walked out of the closet after.

Haru followed him. “Hey, I don’t sound like that!”

Daisuke turned to look at Haru. “Get changed already.”

Haru sighed heavily, and quickly undid his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt.

Daisuke sat on his bed, and avoided looking at Haru as he removed his shirt, and replaced it with the one had been given. It was not like he had never seen Haru undressed before of course, but it was different when it was simply changing and not sex.

To distract himself, Daisuke pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened up a random app.

With his shirt changed, Haru swiftly replaced his work pants with Daisuke’s sweats. Just like he had figured, the clothing fit well enough.

Haru noticed his hands felt a little dry, most likely from him cooking and then helping Daisuke with the dishes earlier. “Do you have any hand lotion?”

Daisuke did not look up when he replied. “In the bottom drawer of the nightstand on the left.” He continued messing around on his phone until Haru tapped him on his shoulder.

He glanced at Haru, his face flushing deeply at what was in Haru’s hand. “Why do you have that?!”

Usually, Daisuke always tried to keep his cool, it was part of the illusion of the Daisuke Kambe. But he felt truly embarrassed as Haru had his dildo in his hand, a fiendish grin on his face.

“I was just looking for the lotion where you said it would be, but I stumbled upon this instead.” He explained as he sat next to Daisuke on the bed. He was tapping the dildo on his hand like it was a baton.

“I said the nightstand on the left! Not the right!”

“I thought you meant my left!” Haru defended himself.

Daisuke could not even be upset with Haru. It was true, he had not specified whose left. It was an honest mistake.

“Well, put that back.” Daisuke grumbled, struggling to look Haru in the eyes.

Haru placed the toy to his side and ignored his request. “So, how often do you use it?” His hands drifted closer to Daisuke.

“That hardly matters.” Daisuke’s face was on fire.

“Awe, come on. I’d tell you if the roles were reversed.”

“Fine…I use it every now and then.” Daisuke could not believe he had admitted that.

Haru grabbed a hold of Daisuke’s hands. “Why so embarrassed?” His words managed to sound caring, but like a taunt at the same time.

Daisuke was embarrassed because of why he used the toy. Before he and Haru had started dating, he did not own any toys. He would just use his hands to take care of himself anytime he had felt aroused. But, ever since he began dating Haru and subsequently became physically intimate with him, solo sessions with just his hands did not hit the same anymore. The little issue was only made worse by the fact that he felt like his libido had increased because of being with Haru. So, at times when he did not want to bother his boyfriend, he relied on his toy to get by.

Daisuke decided to be honest, that way Haru’s curiosity would be sated, and the awkward conversation could end. “Using my hands leaves a lot to be desired these days…So I use it when I’m in need of, uh, a little more stimulation.” Somehow, he managed to keep his eyes on Haru’s.

The corners of Haru’s mouth quirked up as he grazed the tops of Daisuke’s thighs with his fingers. “You know, you can always call me if you’re ever feeling extra worked up.”

Daisuke sighed softly at the sensation of the taller man’s hands. “I don’t want to sound needy.”

Haru moved to straddle Daisuke’s lap, and sat down gently. “You don’t seem to care about that when it comes to Inoue or Suzue…Regardless, I like it when you’re needy.” He practically purred.

Daisuke’s face flushed for an entirely different reason than before. He swallowed. “Oh.”

Given that Daisuke was still in his work clothes, Haru gripped his tie, and pulled him in. He crashed their lips together and shifted his weight more firmly on Daisuke’s lap.

As the kiss deepened, Daisuke moved his hands and placed them around Haru’s slim hips. Haru mimicked his actions and cradled the back of his head, messing up his pristine, slicked back hair.

Daisuke let out a small gasp when he felt Haru lightly bite at his bottom lip, which allowed Haru to slip his tongue into his mouth. Oftentimes, the two would struggle against each other for the upper hand, but right now, Daisuke felt quite content in letting Haru be in control.

Daisuke’s thoughts were interrupted when Haru’s mouth wandered away from his lips and ended up moving around his jaw and neck. The tickling sensation of his warm breath and lips on his sensitive skin caused blood to rush to his cock. He moaned lowly then, when Haru began grinding into his growing erection. The friction caused pleasure to flood his body, and he found himself even more wound up when he felt that Haru had also become hard.

“Want me to take care of you real good?” Haru asked against his neck in a husky voice.

Daisuke nodded. “Please.”

Haru pulled back. Daisuke had to bite back a groan at the sight in front of him. Haru's hair, which always was slightly messy to begin with, was even more disheveled, his pupils were blown, and his face had a generous flush to it.

Though, Daisuke knew he probably was in a similar state, as his face felt warm and his breathing was hurried.

“Let’s get you out of your stuffy suit then, yeah?” His voice was hushed.

Even with sex on his mind, Daisuke still reacted to that. “Don’t act like you don’t like my ‘stuffy’ suits, I know you stare at my ass at work all the time.”

“I do not! That would be unprofessional.” Haru defended himself, though the bashful look that had made its way onto his face said otherwise.

Daisuke chose not to say anything back, he just let Haru use his nimble fingers to undo his tie and unbutton the front of his shirt. Once that was done, those same fingers slid his shirt off his shoulders, though they also wandered slightly. Daisuke shivered as Haru’s fingers danced around his chest, his nipples hardening at the attention. He could not wait to have those fingers inside of him, his dick twitched at the thought.

Haru switched his attention to the belt buckle and pants that were limiting their contact. He deftly undid the belt, and made quick work of the button to the slacks. He lifted his hips up as he slid Daisuke’s pants down, underwear included. His efficiency had initially surprised Daisuke, because Haru did not seem like the type. By now though, Daisuke was used to it.

With their somewhat awkward position, Daisuke helped remove his pants completely. Totally exposed while his partner was still dressed himself did make him feel a little self conscious. Fortunately, he did not need to say anything, as Haru was able to read the look on his face. Haru promptly undressed himself, though it took less time due to his earlier outfit change.

“Can you scoot towards the top of the bed for me?” Haru asked now that they were both naked.

Wordlessly, Daisuke did as he was asked. Haru moved to sit on his knees in front of him, there was a hungry look to his eyes as he stared down at Daisuke.

“If you’re done inspecting me, Inspector Katou, can we continue?” It was meant to come out in his normal, sassy tone, but it came out more desperate sounding.

Haru grinned before he leaned over Daisuke, bracketing him with his arms. He placed a few poorly executed kisses on his lips, missing on the last one and kissing the corner of his mouth instead.

“Sorry about the delay, but Inspector Katou here has an idea if you're up for it.” Haru explained, his mouth still dangerously close to Daisuke’s. One of his hands had also slipped down between the two, and grasped their cocks together, causing Daisuke to let out a surprised moan. He pumped their cocks, their wet tips making the glide easy, as he waited for an answer.

Daisuke was finding it challenging to formulate a response. “D-depends.”

“I was thinking, you could show me how you use your toy?” He started with an alluring tone. “Only if you feel comfortable about it.” He added in a caring manner.

If he had not been worked up, the idea probably would have sounded mortifying. With arousal coursing through his body, the idea made his blood run hot and his hips jerked slightly. “Yeah, okay.”

Haru released both of their dicks, removing himself from Daisuke. Then, he fumbled around the bed searching for the forgotten dildo. Eventually he found it and sat in front of Daisuke, handing over the dildo.

Daisuke sat up on his elbows, his face burning as he accepted the toy. “The lube and condoms are where they always are.”

Haru angled himself over Daisuke to reach the nightstand on the left, this time opening the middle drawer where the lube and condoms were. He then handed Daisuke the bottle of lube before he sat off to the side, expectant.

Daisuke placed the dildo next to himself, and then popped open the lube. He applied a generous amount to his fingers, and then tossed the bottle to the side. He then repositioned himself into a more convenient pose, then slowly brought his lubed hand down to his entrance.

He purposefully avoided Haru’s heated gaze as he inserted a finger into himself. He had actually never prepped or fucked himself in front of anyone before, so he felt a little vulnerable.

He began the process of preparing himself in earnest, and started moving his finger. His breath stuttered slightly as his body got used to the intrusion.

Haru could sense that Daisuke was feeling uneasy. “Would it help if I touched myself too?”

Daisuke finally met Haru’s eyes and nodded. “Yes.”

With that, Haru gathered the wetness on his dick, and started stroking himself. He intentionally went slow and lazy, not wanting to finish any time soon. With the desire flowing through his body, he could not help but groan as he moved his hand.

Daisuke felt himself relax, enough that he could slip in another finger, the dull pain turning to pleasure.

“What are you thinking about?” Haru questioned.

“It’s your fingers inside me…”

Haru sighed at that. “That’s good. Can I add another one then?”

Daisuke understood right away what Haru meant. “Yeah.” He slipped in third finger, his hole burned faintly from the stretch. That did not dissuade him from thrusting the digits into himself. He worked himself for some time then.

“You’re taking my fingers so well.” Haru praised.

Daisuke felt himself clench on his fingers from Haru’s words.

Haru flicked his wrist a certain way, dragging a low moan from his mouth. “Think you’re ready now?”

Daisuke nodded, removing his fingers and grabbing the dildo from his side. He took a hold of the bottle of lube again, so he could lubricate his toy. With a shaky hand, he guided the dildo towards his entrance, and teased at it before pressing it in. He breathed in sharply at the welcomed intrusion.

It was not an overly large toy by any means, but he still paused to give himself time to adjust. When he felt like he was ready, he pushed the toy in all the way to the base. He was comfortably full.

“Can you move it?”

Without a word, Daisuke started thrusting the toy into himself. The action caused a steady level of pleasure to fill his body, though not enough to cause him to come.

At the sight, Haru’s breathing picked up, and almost involuntarily, so did his movements. “What do you think about when you fuck yourself with your toy?”

Embarrassingly, Daisuke let out a soft whine at the question. “I pretend it’s you fucking into me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes-Sometimes even that’s not enough.”

Haru released a strangled noise. “For future reference, just call me.”

The shorter man did not answer, he only upped the intensity in which he pumped the toy into himself. With his free hand, he ran his fingers through his hair, ruining the styled locks further, before he snaked the hand down to his hard and leaky dick. He could not help but jerk his cock a few times, moaning from the building pleasure.

Off to his side, Haru continued getting off to the scene playing out. “Don’t touch!” He scolded.

Daisuke mumbled as he removed his hand. He knew he could not come from the dildo alone, so now he was just frustrated sexually. “Shit-I think I need you to just fuck me already.”

In a fit of annoyance, he took the dildo out of himself and tossed it off to the side. He heard Haru ‘tsk’ at him for that. Though, Haru still moved to loom over him.

“Was that necessary?”

“You don’t actually care, you’re just as desperate as I am to get your dick wet.” Daisuke retorted.

Haru’s face, which was already flushed, colored further at the comment. Not to be out done of course, he fired back. “Says the one practically begging to be filled with my cock.”

Yes, Daisuke was. Actually, right now he would legitimately beg if it came down to it.

With hungry eyes, Daisuke watched as Haru shifted back slightly, aiming to grab a condom. If cleanup was not such a hassle, he would ask Haru to take him bare. Perhaps another time then.

Soon enough, Haru had a condom rolled onto his dick. He resumed his spot from before, and nudged Daisuke’s legs farther open.

“You look so good on your back.” He teased.

Daisuke covered his face with one hand, and flipped Haru off with the other. “Just get on with it.”

Not wanting to delay it any longer, Haru positioned himself in between Daisuke’s thighs, and guided himself to his entrance. He pressed in, the muscles giving way and granting him access. Daisuke grunted at the feeling, then wrapped his arms around Haru.

When Haru was about half way in, he gave his boyfriend a moment. Despite the fact that Daisuke fucked himself with his fingers, and then his dildo, Haru’s cock still stretched him a little bit further.

“I’m good.” Daisuke breathed out.

With the go ahead, Haru started at a slow but steady pace. He wanted to build a good rhythm, he wanted to make sure by the time they were finished, that Daisuke was fucked thoroughly.

As he picked his pace up slightly, he made sure to grab ahold of Daisuke by his hips. He held on tightly causing the skin to lose color. He felt satisfaction bubbling up inside at the thought that there would be bruises in the shape of his fingers on his hips by the morning. Nobody but the two of them would know about them either.

Daisuke sent a fiendish look at Haru. “Is this what you think about when you’re all alone?”

Of course he did. On nights where arousal foggied his thoughts, he would sloppily finish himself off to the thought of himself deeply fucking into Daisuke. By next week, he would probably come to the images of tonight.

Haru’s breath stuttered. “And what if I didn’t?”

He was purposefully goading Daisuke, just because he could.

Daisuke bit into his lip hard from a particular thrust of Haru’s hips. “I-I’d say you’re a damn liar.”

Haru aimed for Daisuke’s prostate again. “How would you know?”

“I felt you twitch when I asked, dumbass.” Haru switched his angle slightly, and slammed into Daisuke deeper, causing him to clench around him and cry out.

Haru let out a hearty laugh at that, his rhythm slipping for a few moments. He managed to get back into the flow of his movements though.

When Haru began feeling an orgasm build within, he made sure to rock into Daisuke deep, to encourage an orgasm from him too.

His efforts were not for nothing. Soon, Daisuke started breathing roughly, a slew of noises spilling from his lips. Even though it was impossible to silence him entirely, Haru still tried to lessen the noises with his mouth, connecting their lips together with a searing kiss.

By this point, Daisuke knew he did not need to ask as he brought a hand down to his cock and wrapped his fingers around his shaft. He started jerking himself in time with Haru’s thrusts.

Haru’s movements grew uncoordinated as the pleasure in his core built. Within a few more thrusts into Daisuke, he stuttered to a stop inside Daisuke, and moaned loudly as he spilled into the condom.

Daisuke followed him soon after, come spurting out of his cock and landing on the both of them.

As Haru pulled out of Daisuke, he heard a sound that sounded suspiciously like a whimper, though he did not say anything. He could taunt him about that later. For now, he needed to focus on cleaning the two of them up. Looking down at Daisuke, who was a boneless mess, he knew he would be no help.

With that in mind, he got to work. He removed his condom, tied it up, and threw it in the trash can in the room.

With come still on both of them, he got back on the bed, and kneeled in front of Daisuke again. Looking him dead in the eyes, he wiped the come off his stomach and proceeded to lick his hand clean. Yeah, it was a little gross since the fluid had cooled some, but the look on Daisuke’s face was more than worth it. Though, he still was not done. He leaned in real close, a smirk on his face, and tongued at the come on his boyfriend’s stomach. Daisuke moaned from the wet heat moving around on his midsection.

“What would our colleagues think if they knew you do this?” Daisuke said in a weak attempt to rile Haru up.

Haru’s sense of professionalism was absent in his post-sex haze. “Don’t care.” He licked one more stripe up Daisuke’s stomach, leaving no come behind.

He let himself fall on top of Daisuke, and then rolled them over so that he was on the bottom.

“Haru.” Daisuke complained, tiredness lacing his voice.

Their activities were also starting to catch up to Haru. “I know, but we need to shower before we do anything else.”

Daisuke had a better idea. “HEUSC, get the bath ready.”

Haru looked confused. “Since when could HEUSC do that?”

“I recently upgraded the house. HEUSC has been updated to have control over the sinks, baths, and showers now.”

“Really? Can’t draw up your own bath, rich boy?”

Daisuke grabbed at Haru’s side and pinched him causing him to yelp. “You won’t be complaining when we waltz into the bathroom and the bath is waiting for us.”

He had a point, but Haru was not going to let him know that. “Whatever. You’re lucky that I love you.”

“Yeah yeah…I love you too, I suppose.”

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal fingering, Squirting, Brief mentions of blood Cross-posted on AO3

It was late into the evening on a Friday night when Leona was ushered out of a dimly lit and hazy bar by a mysterious woman named Bruna. With little thought, Leona had followed Bruna into a taxi that was headed towards the latter’s apartment.

Leona was not exactly sure why just this once, she had agreed to go bar hopping with her coworkers. But, as she gazed at the woman sat next to her, her reasoning no longer mattered. All she cared about now, was that she and Bruna would be all over each other again soon.

Leona was not the type to indulge in one-night stands with total strangers, but Bruna would be the one exception. Bruna was exceptionally beautifully. She had a black hair that was cut and styled into a short, sleek bob. Gold clips decorated the top of her head. Her body was adorned with a tight, white dress that barely covered her breasts. The color of her breasts, and by extension, the rest of her body, seemed muted despite the fact that Bruna was not pale.

Most striking were Bruna’s eyes though. Although they were slightly dull, they were a deep, piercing blue that demanded the attention of Leona. It was no surprise that she had quickly fallen under Bruna’s spell.

Leona’s thoughts were interrupted when Bruna turned to look at her. All Bruna did was flash a flirty smile, revealing canines that were more pronounced and pointed in comparison to most others. Leona felt her face flush slightly from having been caught staring.

Bruna let out a small, but warm laugh. “You look stunning when you blush.”

Leona felt her breath catch slightly. “Oh, thanks.” She was not too sure what to say. She was not always the best with expressing herself.

Bruna leaned more into Leona’s space, gently placing a hand on her scantily cladded thigh. “The color pairs nicely with your pale skin.” She teased at the hem of Leona’s skirt, her fingers dancing ever so slightly underneath. Leona was glad that the driver was preoccupied on the road.

While Bruna’s fingers left fire in their wake, oddly enough, her hand felt cold. Leona did not dwell too much on that. All she could really focus on was her building desire as they neared Bruna’s apartment.

Bruna moved even closer, making herself practically on top of Leona. She shifted to whisper in her ear. “I cannot wait to ravish you.”

Leona felt herself shiver from the both Bruna’s words, and from the cool puff of air at her ear.

“Do you say that to everyone you take home?”

Bruna grinned. “Maybe. Maybe not though. What do you think?”

Bruna’s hand slipped underneath her skirt and her fingers trailed up a little.

Leona’s breath hitched, her response scattering within her mind.

Bruna’s fingers pause. “Well?”

Leona swallowed. “I’d hope no, but I would only be flattering myself.”

Bruna’s movements resumed as a quick chuckle fell from her lips. “You don’t think your deserving of such flattery?”

Leona considered her words for a moment. “Not really.”

Bruna removed her hand from underneath her skirt, and cupped Leona’s face with her hands. She forced Leona to look at her.

“While I may flatter everyone I bring home, no one rivals you. I truly cannot wait to get my head in between your thighs. You are beautiful.”

Worried that the driver might have heard Bruna’s declaration, Leona’s face burned from both arousal and embarassment.

“Shhh, not so loud.”

Bruna did not respond verbally. Instead, she brought Leona’s face to hers, and messily kissed her just like she had done when they were still at the bar.

After a few moments, Leona managed to pull away despite not really wanting to. Bruna pouted at her.

Leona frantically motioned to the driver. “Not here.”

Bruna huffed. “You’re no fun.” There was a smile on her face though, and her hand had found its way onto Leona’s thigh to idly rub circles.

Soon enough, the driver pulled up to an apartment complex. Bruna payed the fair, and the two stumbled out of the vehicle. Full of anticipation, the two found themselves outside of Bruna’s front door in no time.

Once they were inside the apartment, Burna wasted no time turning to pin Leona to the front door. Their mouths clashed frantically, hands shifting and grasping at each other.

Leona relished the way Bruna felt against her, how it felt to be roughly handled against the door. It was crude, but Leona could not find it in herself to care. Not when Bruna’s hands were all over her, not with that unrelenting mouth against her own.

All she could do really, was wrap her arms around Bruna, slipping her hands into her silky hair to pull Bruna’s face closer.

Bruna teasingly bit Leona’s bottom lip, causing her to whine quietly. Bruna giggled against her lips in response.

“As much as I would not mind taking you right here...I think you’d look better splayed across my bed” Bruna drawled out.

Leona swallowed audibly from the imagery that appeared in her mind. She saw herself completely bare lying on soft sheets as Bruna crawled on top of her. Bruna flashed her a too sharp smile as a hand skirted around her chest, gripping at the supple flesh.

Before she completely registered it, Bruna had taken a hold of her hand and was pulling her somewhere within the apartment. In a few seconds, they were rushing into Bruna’s bedroom.

Leona did not have any time to take note of her surroundings before Bruna had gently pushed her in front, passively leading Leona to her bed. Bruna continued to walk forwards, causing Leona to eventually back into the bed. Bruna smirked at her, and placed her hands on Leona’s shoulders. She guided her into a sitting position on the bed.

Bruna still stood in front of Leona as she sat at the end of the bed. She looked up at Bruna, and her breathe stuttered in anticipation. Bruna had started to slide her dress down her own body. She had not been wearing a bra.

Bruna paused, letting the top portion of her dress pool around her hips. She gave Leona a sultry look as she brought her hands to her bare breasts. Whether it was exaggerated or not, she let out a breathy moan as she grasped at her own flesh. Leona felt her heartbeat in her core from the sound, from the sight in front of her. Almost as if Bruna could hear her heartbeat pick up, Leona watched as a heated expression flashed across Bruna’s face.

“Would you like to feel them too?” Bruna questioned in a teasing tone.

More than anything. Bruna’s chest was perfection in Leona’s mind. Her breasts were full and hung in just the right ways. Her light brown nipples looked like a great place for Leona to place her lips on as well.

“Yes.” Leona rushed out.

Bruna turned her head to the side and nodded.

Gingerly, Leona reached out and cupped Bruna’s breasts. They were soft and heavy in her hands, though not as warm as she would have expected them to be.

Bruna looked down and into Leona’s eyes and bit her bottom lip, seemingly urging her to do something with the flesh in her hands.

Leona thumbed at Bruna’s nipples, toying with them until they began to stiffen. Still sitting, she leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on each breast, purposefully letting her mouth linger.

A breathy noise escaped Bruna’s lips, and she chuckled quietly. “Do you like them?”

Leona groaned more to herself. “Yes…” She then attached her lips on Bruna’s left nipple and nibbled softly. She made quick work of the bud in her mouth, teasing it with her hot and slick tongue.

Bruna let out a short gasp, her knees going slightly weak.

Leona pulled away and met Bruna’s eyes. She gave a sly grin. “Was that alright?”

Bruna let out a playful huff, though her face betrayed her. Her pupils were dilated, and she had a hungry look to her expression.

“Take my dress off the rest of the way.” Bruna directed.

Leona wetted her lips and easily complied. She took a hold of the material around Bruna’s hips, and pulled them down. As more skin was revealed, so were Bruna’s panties and well shaped thighs. Leona’s movements stuttered for a moment, but she quickly got a hold of herself. She hoped Bruna had not noticed her momentary hesitation. Whether she did or not, it was not revealed.

Bruna’s dress now sat in a puddle at her feet, and she gracefully stepped out of the garment and kicked it off to the side. She placed her hands on her hips, and slipped her fingers underneath the waistband of her underwear, though she made no move to remove them.

Leona could not help but stare at Bruna’s lower half. Her black lacy undergarments left little to the imagination. She wanted to rip them off with her teeth to get a better look at the woman in front of her. She felt herself getting embarrassingly wet even though they really had not done much at this point.

Bruna took in a deep breath and groaned. Was Bruna getting just as worked up as she was?

“You’re far too clothed for my liking.” Bruna pouted, moving her hands away from her panties.

Bruna was right. Leona was still in her black mini skirt and barely there strappy top.

“I wouldn’t protest if you did something to change that fact.” Leona stated in a flirty tone as she leaned back on her elbows to draw attention to her chest.

Bruna moved to kneel right in front of Leona, though a pensive look made its way onto her face. “I have to tell you something first...Something I should have mentioned earlier.”

Leona’s ever growing arousal paused as concern started to fill her body up instead. Was Bruna married with children? Did Bruna have some sort of illegal kink? Was Bruna a member of the Italian mafia?

Leona was still sat at the edge of the bed, now with Bruna kneeling right in front of her. If she wanted to, she could very easily slip Leona’s skirt up and situate herself in between her thighs. Instead, she placed her hands on Leona’s knees, and rubbed them in a soothing motion.

“I, well, I am what humans would call, a vampire.” She stopped her ministrations and watched Leona’s face closely.

All of Leona’s anxiety rushed out in an instant, and she actually laughed.

Bruna looked at her with a confused expression. “Why are you laughing? I don’t get it.”

Leona collected herself. “Sorry...It’s just, I don’t mind that you’re a vampire.”

“You don’t?”

Leona shook her head. “Truly.”

In fact, Leona found it, arousing...Maybe.

Bruna still could not make perfect sense of Leona’s reaction. “Okay. But why the laughing?”

Leona placed her hands on top of Bruna’s, which were still on her knees. “I laughed because I was worried that you were about to confess to some other thing. I thought maybe you were married or something.” She paused for a moment before continuing. “But no, you’re just a vampire.”

“Just a vampire? You do know what it means to be a vampire, don’t you?”

Leona nodded her head. “Of course I do.”

“Then why aren’t you scared at all? Have you met others?” Bruna questioned.

Leona took a moment to think about her questions. “Well, I’ve never actually met a vampire until now, only heard about them. Though, I suppose I should be afraid...But you haven’t done anything to warrant being scared.”

Bruna removed her hands and pulled away a few inches. She leveled an intense look at Leona. “I could kill you right now.”

Leona knew that should have frightened her, but it did not. She had actually found Bruna’s threat to be alluring, oddly enough.

“Yet, up until this point, you’ve made no move to harm me...And you won’t kill me now either.” Leona challenged.

“Why do you trust me?”

Leona did not need barely anytime to reply. “Because, you make me feel at ease...I know it doesn’t make since given that we only just met, but it’s the truth.”

“So, you’re not scared. Are you at least a little nervous of me now?”

Leona bit her bottom lip. “Well, I’m not nervous in the way you’re asking about…”

She left it at that, not being able to summon the courage to voice her sexual desires at the moment.

Bruna contemplated Leona’s words. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

Bruna leaned in close again. “For not being afraid of me. Most people are when I tell them what I am.”

There were a few tense moments of silence before Leona spoke. “Well, I’m not most people. Plus, I sort of figured something was up with you anyway.”

Bruna tilted her head to the side. “What do you mean by that?”

Leona took a hold of one of Bruna’s hands. “For starters, your not as a warm as a human would be.”

She brought the hand in her grasp and brought it to her lips to place a small kiss on it. “Also, your skin is, how should I explain it? Your skin is missing some color I suppose. Plus, your teeth are kind of sharp, not that I am complaining about that one. Not at all actually.” Leona ended her explanation with a cheeky smile.

As much as a vampire could, Bruna blushed. “You like my teeth?”

Leona dropped Bruna’s hand, and partially covered her own face with her own hands, her face flushing in embarrassment. “Yeah. They feel nice when we kiss...And I wonder what they might feel like against certain places.”

She knew she had been vague, but could not bring herself to be more direct. It did not seem like Bruna minded though.

Bruna hummed for a second. “That’s good to know then.”

Although Leona was avoiding Bruna’s gaze, she could hear the smirk in her words.

“On a serious note ---- I won’t bite you, at least hard enough to break skin. I won’t drink from you.”

Leona removed her hands from her face. “I wasn’t worried about that anyway...But what if I wanted you to? I bet it feels good...For you, right?”

Leona was not quite sure why she had even asked Bruna that. She should be worried about her own safety, not how it might feel if a vampire bit her and drank from her. That should not even sound appealing at all. Yet…

Bruna looked almost startled. “I, ah, well, it does feel good. For me...Maybe the other party too, if that’s what they are into.”

It took a moment for Leona to gather the resolve to press further. “You didn’t answer my first question.”

Her face burned in shame.

“I,” Bruna started, her words deliberately slow. “I would considered it, but only if you were entirely sure that it’s what you wanted.” She placed her hands back onto Leona’s thighs. “I don’t want you to consider my pleasure when asking for something like that.”

Although Bruna attempted to put out an indifferent expression, Leona could see through Bruna’s mask. Bruna was at least a little excited, maybe aroused even, at the idea of biting and drinking from Leona. Though, Leona knew it would be entirely up to her. It made her heart ache at the thought that Bruna valued what she wanted and felt comfortable with.

“Anyway, let’s move on from the, uh, biting stuff. I was serious earlier when I said I wanted to ravish you. My cunt throbs at the idea of my head trapped between your thighs.” She moved her hands further up Leona’s thighs, slipping underneath the fabric of the tiny skirt.

Absolutely scandalized by Bruna’s honesty and dirty talk, Leona felt her face redden, even to the tips of her ears. “I-,”

Bruna cut her off with a gentle shush. “It’s okay, I know you love the sound of that just as much as I do. I can smell your arousal. It’s become really intense again.”

If it were possible, Leona would have blushed harder. “What, um, do you mean?” She had a feeling she already knew the answer, and if her guess was right, well…

Bruna managed to look sheepish. “Maybe I should have kept that to myself...Vampires, well, we have a heightened sense of smell, is all.”

Leona did not have time to dwell on that new piece of information. Bruna had shifted her hands even higher under her skirt, and gently traced her the front part of her panties, which were damp with her own excitement. Leona gasped from the contact, much more sensitive and turned-on than she had realized.

With her fingers still moving alongside her clothed pussy, Bruna looked up at Leona with a knowing smile. “You’re so wet for me already,” She breathed out.

Leona swallowed as she met Bruna’s eyes. “Don’t be a tease.”

Bruna moved her hands back, and Leona had to bite back a noise of protest. “Oh, alright. I won’t be a tease, for now anyway. Just, take your shirt off already then.”

With little preamble, Leona made quick work of her top. She too, had not been wearing a bra. A bra would have ruined the look of her top.

Once her breasts were exposed to the air, she felt herself shiver. When she glanced back at Bruna, Bruna’s eyes were transfixed on her chest. With such an intense look, Leona suddenly felt insecure. Did she not find her body adequate enough? She made a move to bring her arms up to cover herself. Bruna stopped her in her tracks.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Leona was not too sure what to say. “Sorry, the way you were looking at me, well it made me feel…”

Bruna tsked before whispering. “There’s nothing to be worried about. You look really good like this.”

Leona could not detect any dishonesty within her words.

Bruna then leaned in real close. “I bet your tits would look really good as you ride on my-”

Leona immediately grabbed a hold of Bruna’s head to bring her lips to her own. She swallowed down the rest of her filthy sentence with a kiss.

She released her hold on Bruna’s head. “You’re so vulgar.” Though, she could not deny how arousing Bruna’s words were.

Bruna just shrugged before she moved her hands to the top of Leona’s skirt, slipping her fingers underneath the waistband. She unceremoniously slid the skirt down Leona’s thighs, Leona helping her by raising herself. Her skirt joined Bruna’s dress on the floor.

Bruna sat back to appreciate Leona. She let out a low whistle, which had Leona squirming where she sat. Leona was not usually this jumpy with people she took to bed, but something about Bruna made her feel vulnerable.

“Alright, scoot up on the bed. Make yourself comfortable.”

Leona did as she was asked. She wondered what exactly Bruna had planned for the two of them.

“Good.” Bruna got on the bed herself, and crawled over to when Leona had situated herself. She positioned herself in a way where one of her knees was in between Leona’s thigh, while the other one was placed on the other side of her right one. She caged Leona’s face in with her hands, both placed on either side of her head. Bruna had been careful not to press her hands into Leona’s long and silvery hair that was fanned across her bed.

“Hi.” Leona said softy as she looked up at Bruna’s face.

Bruna smiled, flashing her canines. “Hey.”

Then she brought her face down, their lips colliding in a heated kiss. A kiss that morphed into many, only interrupted by breathy noises and the occasional moan.

Their movements became more desperate as hands started wandering. Bruna still used a hand to support herself, but her other hand was massaging one of Leona’s breasts. Leona’s hands were at Bruna’s clothed ass, groping at the supple flesh. It was no surprise when Leona started shifting against Bruna’s thigh, seeking friction as her desire built.

“You look so good like that.” Bruna cooed against her lips.

Leona was not sure how she looked in that moment, but she figured she probably made for a quite the debauched imaged. She was hot all over, so she knew her face and body was flushed. She also knew her breasts were heaving with how heavy her breathing had become. Her lips were probably red and swollen from all the kissing too. She did not want to even think about the mess within her panties. That made her feel just a touch embarrassed.

Though, she wondered how Bruna was doing. It was much harder to tell if this felt just as good for Bruna as it did for her since she was a vampire. The tell-tale signs of desire and arousal were not nearly as obvious. Her breathing was only slightly disordered, and due to her nature, her body was not exactly flushed either. Apparently, vampires could only truly blush when they were feeding, or had recently fed. At least, that is what Leona had heard through the grapevine, so it is entirely possible that she did was missing pieces to that theory.

At the very least, she could make an educated guess based on the fact that Bruna’s pupils were blown and she let a sound slip out every now and then. Even though it was hard to concentrate to do so, Leona would purposefully squeeze or scrape a nail or two down Bruna just to hear her. Leona found her sounds of pleasure, although limited, to be quite attractive.

Leona was pulled from her thoughts when Bruna began moving her thigh to match her own movements. She knew she would not finish this way, but it felt nice and made more heat gather in her core.

“You gonna come like this? All over my thigh?”

Leona’s breath caught as she shook her head no.

“Wanna come on my fingers instead? My face perhaps?”

Leona clenched around nothing at the thought of finishing on Bruna’s long and slender fingers, or her pretty face.

“Both.” Leona rushed out, surprising herself.

They both halted their movements, and Bruna grinned down at Leona. “I like the way you’re thinking.”

Bruna moved quickly, getting back on her knees and looming above Leona. She took a hold of the top hem of Leona’s panties, and tugged in a silent question. Leona nodded and lifted herself up a few inches for a moment. Bruna slid her underwear down and paused about midway down her thighs.

Leona’s thighs were parted, and so Bruna groaned at the sight in front of her. Leona knew why. Her pussy was slick and shiny.

“I want to see more of you.” Bruna pleaded as she resumed removing the garment from Leona. Her underwear was tossed to the side.

Leona whined in a mixture of arousal and humiliation as she spread her legs farther apart for Bruna. She felt like a desperate slut for how wet she had become just from foreplay alone.

“Hmm, want me to take care of you, make you feel nice?”

“Yes.” Leona whispered, though, she wondered about Bruna once again. “But, what about you?” She propped herself on her elbows. “I want to make you feel good too.”

Bruna let out a quick laugh. “Don’t worry, I can take care of myself at the same time.”

“But I want to take care of you too...I want to make sure you’re enjoying yourself.” Leona complained.

“I promise I’m enjoying myself.” Bruna started before a mischievous look made its way onto her face. “My cunt is dripping just as much as yours.” She said in a low tone with hooded eyes.

Leona felt her lungs squeeze. “You have to be doing that on purpose at this point!”

Bruna batted her eyelashes. “What could you possibly mean?”

Leona propped herself up higher. “You know that saying stuff like that flusters me!”

Bruna shrugged. “I’ll stop if you truly want me to.”

Leona scowled at her, but she made no move to actually tell her to stop.

“That’s what I thought.”

Leona kept the scowl on her face just a little while longer. “I really do want to do, uh, my part.”

“Alright. But you have to wait your turn. Lay down again.”

Leona did as she was told. Within a few moments, Bruna had moved to fit right against Leona’s body She was on her side, supporting herself with an arm.

Leona jolted when she felt a cool finger trace her drenched slit.

“Sensitive?”

Leona leveled a glare over her shoulder at Bruna, though there was not heat behind the action.

Bruna just chuckled as she slipped a digit into Leona’s folds, searching for her clit. Leona inhaled sharply when she had found it.

Bruna wasted no time. She gathered up some of Leona’s wetness and used it as lubrication as she massaged her clit. It took Bruna some experimentation, but soon she figured out just how Leona liked her clit to be played with.

As pleasure built in her core, Leona felt her cunt heat up more. Her thighs jerked aggressively when Bruna shifted her fingers, keeping her thumb on her clit as she slipped in two digits into her.

“So hot and tight around my fingers.” Bruna drawled out as her fingers moved cautiously, searchingly.

Leona whined from a particular pass of Bruna’s thumb. “Fuck.”

Bruna’s breath tickled her neck as she chuckled at her reaction. “Just wait, it will get better.”

Leona already figured that. She knew Bruna was looking for a specific spot within her. It was only a matter of time before she found it. Though, it was not like Bruna needed to finger her to get her to finish. Bruna’s magical fingers at her clit could bring Leona to finish if that was what Bruna wanted to do.

Leona turned her head into Bruna’s side, choking on nothing once she felt Bruna’s fingers find the spot that they had desperately searched for. Already close from the stimulation on her clit, her thighs began twitching as Bruna rubbed the spongey wall within her pussy with crooked fingers.

Leona started to gasp and whine as she felt her orgasm come closer and closer. She clutched onto Bruna’s arms, grinding onto the hand working her cunt. Bruna did not let up on her movements. She continued to stimulate her walls.

Leona could not help but say Bruna’s name over and over again in a broken voice as her peak neared. Embarrassingly, it started to feel almost like she needed to urinate.

With shame tinging her voice, Leona warned Bruna. “I think I need to piss.”

It seemed that only spurred Bruna on further. She groaned before speaking. “Don’t fight that feeling. I promise you, it’s not bad.”

Leona did not have much time to argue, so she just listened instead. She started clenching around Bruna’s fingers as the pleasure within her reached its climax. As she orgasmed, slick leaked from her, and a small amount of fluid squirted out from her and onto the hand that had switched to slowly helping her through her release.

She closed her eyes for a few moments before she was pulled from her daze by a noise that sounded awfully a lot like someone licking something sweet off their fingers. She turned to look at Bruna and found her licking her fingers and hand clean while breathing heavily. Although she had been the one doing the work, she looked a little wrecked herself. But, that was not what caught Leona’s attention. Bruna’s eyes were shining and lively.

Leona was too intrigued by Bruna’s eyes to feel ashamed from the mess she had made, and from the fact that she was pretty sure she had peed a little on Bruna. “What’s going on with your eyes?”

Bruna lapped up one last finger before answering. “While it does not have nearly the same level of life essence as blood, other bodily fluids produced during sexual activity do contain life essence. Though, it is quite minimal, and the effects are not as strong, nor do they last very long at all.”

So perhaps there was some truth to the whole, ‘vampires cannot blush without having recently fed’ thing.

“Oh.” Leona was not entirely sure how to respond, and she was still wrung out from orgasming. So, she just continued to look into Bruna’s eyes. She found them to be lovely, even more so now that they seemed to shimmer. Bruna just smiled at her.

After a few seconds, Bruna’s eyes started to dull again. Bruna was not exaggerating about the effects of blood versus other bodily fluids.

Now that the question of her eyes was out of the way, Leona’s shame from before came right back.

“I’m sorry for, for,” She paused for a moment, needing to collect herself. “Peeing on you.”

Bruna smirked at Leona. “You didn’t pee on me...You squirted, is all.”

Now Leona was embarrassed for a completely different reason. Of course that was what had happened. She felt her face burn red.

“Oh.”

Bruna pulled away from Leona’s side, and crawled around to sit in front of her on her knees.

“Can I have, a, more direct taste now?”

Leona responded quickly. “No! I’m too sensitive right now. Plus, it’s my turn anyway.”

“That’s right I suppose.” Bruna conceded.

“It is right.” Leona grumbled.

Bruna leaned back on her elbows. “Alright then, how do you want me?” The charming smile on her face made Leona’s stomach do flips. Those damn sharp teeth of hers.

Warnings: Smut, Bottom Rohan Kishibe, Top Jotaro Kujo

Cross-posted on AO3

It had started out innocently enough.

After a particularly frustrating day of investigating and finding nothing new about the killer, Jotaro had surprised himself. Rohan had told him that he was heading to Café Deux Magots to work on his manga, and had suggested he tag along, grab something to sip on.

For some reason, Jotaro had agreed. It was highly unlike him.

Over the course of a few weeks, when they were not investigating the killer, Jotaro had found himself accompanying Rohan around Morioh. Then, he began visiting Rohan’s home too, usually just to drink tea and watch Rohan draw. For some inexplicable reason, he found comfort in hanging out with Rohan, despite the fact that most would think their personalities would not mesh at all.

At first, they did not talk much. It just was not Jotaro’s nature. So, they really only partook in small talk, or Jotaro just let Rohan do all the talking. Though, over time, without either of them realizing it, the essence of their conversations and relationship had changed.

Firstly, Jotaro spoke more, even if most would still consider him quiet. They also strayed further away from superficial topics and their chats became more personal. They no longer viewed each other as merely ‘co-workers,’ instead, they saw each other as a friend and confidant.

Jotaro confided in him about his past, about how the events from when he was a teenager still keep him up at night at times. He even told Rohan about his failed marriage and his young daughter, though he had kept the details to a minimum.

Rohan had also shared his own struggles and insecurities. Becoming a successful manga creator at such a young age had put an insane amount of pressure on Rohan, and even though he acted like an arrogant know-it-all, sometimes the pressure still got to him. His arrogance was at times, a front.

Although Rohan had not explicitly said so, he also was unsure about his ability to make friends. Growing up, he never had a friend group he truly belonged to, no one he could trust wholeheartedly. As an adult now, it was the same story. Of course, he found companionship with Koichi, but it was not the same as being friends with someone your own age.

For some reason, Rohan just struggled to relate with others, his personality just seemed incompatible with most.

But, it did not matter anymore. Despite everything, Jotaro and Rohan had clicked.

And with how quickly the two grew to care for one another, it was no surprise they were in the situation they were in now.

At the moment, they were in Rohan’s over-the-top bedroom. Rohan’s lithe runner’s body was bare and spread out across the bed, his head resting on the pillows near the head of the bed. Jotaro loomed over him equally undressed, three of his fingers slicked up and moving inside of the younger man.

Today’s tryst had been spurred on when Rohan had invited Jotaro over to his home. He had wanted Jotaro’s opinions on a few outfits for an upcoming gathering, as he had been invited to attend a prestigious event for the success of his most recent volume of Pink Dark Boy.

As Rohan showcased a few of the outfits he had in mind, naturally one thing led to another.

Rohan gasped sharply from a particular twist of Jotaro’s fingers. “You’re in quite the mood today.”

Jotaro did not pause the movements of his fingers as he spared a glance at Rohan’s face. “You don’t seem to have a problem with it though.”

Rohan huffed. Jotaro was right though, Rohan did not mind that Jotaro was in a particular mood. In fact, it excited him. He knew he was in for a good time.

Unceremoniously, Jotaro removed his fingers and sat on his knees. With a questioning look, Rohan waited expectantly as Jotaro had his intense stare trained on him.

“Turn over, get on your hands and knees.” His words had come out low but commanding.

Wordlessly, Rohan complied. In the meantime, Jotaro reached over to the nearby nightstand to grab a condom. With nimble hands, he opened the package, removed the condom, and then rolled it down his heavy and hard cock.

Jotaro repositioned himself, kneeling behind the curve of Rohan’s ass. In a teasing manner, he slid his dick in between his ass cheeks, intentionally rubbing against Rohan’s entrance.

Even in such a compromising position, Rohan was never the one to stay quiet when his pride was being toyed with. In an annoyed tone, he spoke. “Don't waste my time, you know better.”

Jotaro let out a huff of a laugh. “Alright.”

Jotaro placed one hand on Rohan’s hip, holding on firmly. With his other hand, he took a hold of his dick and slowly entered Rohan. Once he was fully in, he moved his now free hand onto the other hip. He was still for some time, giving Rohan the chance to adjust to his size.

“You can move now.” There was an edge to his voice.

Not one to miss an opportunity, Jotaro began moving. He moved at a leisurely pace at first, content on savoring the feeling of being deep inside Rohan. He thoroughly enjoyed the way it felt to be inside the younger man, the way Rohan was noisy too, as he was never the type to hold back during sex. In an odd way, he liked that about Rohan, it was vulnerable of him in a sense.

Though, as it was usual for him, he could not stay collected for long. Soon enough, and at the haughty request of Rohan, he quickened his pace and attempted to move into Rohan more deeply.

“Fuck, Jotaro-” Rohan called out after a particular thrust. It made Jotaro feel smug that he was able to pull that response from him. Though, based on Jotaro’s facial expression, one would not be able to easily see the emotion on his face.

Jotaro held onto Rohan’s hips harder, causing the skin beneath his fingers to lose color. “You’re taking me so well.”

Rohan just let out an odd sound, starting out as an exasperated wheeze that morphed into a low moan.

Clearly, he had wanted to quip back at Jotaro.

Regardless, Jotaro took that as a sign to continue with his movements. Though, Rohan did find his voice again.

“You-you can do better.” There was a mischievous twinkle in his tone, almost as if Jotaro had been fucking Rohan satisfactorily until this point, but Rohan had just wanted to rile up the older man.

Jotaro did not even bother to respond verbally. Instead, he thrusted into Rohan harshly, causing the younger man’s elbows to fail him. Rohan’s face and torso was pushed into the bed, while his ass was still up in the air.

Rohan let out a choked cry, though Jotaro knew Rohan well enough that if he had actually hurt him, Rohan would have let him know. In fact, he knew that the younger man taking him had enjoyed his show of roughness completely if the way Rohan had clenched around him was anything to go off of.

As Jotaro began to feel overwhelming heat build in his core, he fucked Rohan into the mattress deeply. Breathy and pathetic sounds trickled out of Rohan’s mouth, and Jotaro could not help but moan himself from just the noises.

It seemed as if the shift in their position allowed Jotaro greater access, as he finally managed to pound into Rohan’s prostate. Rohan did not try at all to muffle the sound that slipped from his lips.

At this point, Jotaro knew he would not last much longer. So, he tried his very best to move into Rohan intensely and with precision as he wanted to hit all the right spots and bring the man beneath him to climax faster. He even snaked one of his hands away from Rohan’s bruised hip and down to his hard and leaky cock. He grasped his dick, and started stroking it in time with his own thrusts.

Jotaro knew he was a goner the moment Rohan started clenching around him, almost rhythmically.

It did not take long for Jotaro to reach his peak. He came with a deep moan as hot come spilled from his dick and into the condom. Within moments Rohan followed him, with a whine from the back of his throat as come spurted out from his cock onto his high thread count sheets below him.

Jotaro winced as Rohan clenched around him one final time. He then slumped forward a bit, leaning into Rohan.

For about a minute, the only sound that could be heard from the room was the unstable breathing from the two of them.

From his collapsed position, Rohan spoke in that snobbish voice of his. “You know, you’re crushing me.”

“You didn’t seem to mind my weight earlier.” Jotaro pointed out. Though, he repositioned himself and pulled out regardless.

The pair cleaned up and sorted themselves with startling efficiency. Within a few minutes they were both lounging on Rohan’s bed, naked still, though pointedly avoiding the mess Rohan had left behind.

“Hmm, you never did tell me which outfit you liked best.”

Jotaro looked over at Rohan. “You know how I view these types of things. You looked fine in all of them.”

Rohan scoffed, though there was no real annoyance in it. “Of course I did, but that’s not the point. You’re telling me you really did not have a preference?”

Jotaro glanced towards the window and just huffed.

Rohan tsked. “I suppose this is to be expected. I’m going to shower.” He gingerly got up from the bed, and walked towards the door that led to his on-suite bathroom.

Jotaro’s eyes followed his movement, though he did not say anything.

“Well, aren’t you going to follow me?” Rohan had paused just right before the door and turned to look at Jotaro.

“I didn’t realize you needed help showering?” There was a ghost of a smile on his face.

Rohan leveled a dirty look at him, though he was unable to hold the expression. Within a mere second, his face relaxed. “What am I to do with you?”

Hi all. This is my first post here. I am a fic writer who mainly does oneshots on AO3 (I do have a few longer fics though). I figured I might as well cross-post my oneshots. So, here we are.

Warnings: Smut, Aphrodisiacs, Cunnilingus, vaginal fingering

It had been a lazy Sunday up until this point. Jolyne and Hermes had slept in that morning. Once the pair had woken up, they did not leave their bed right away. They spent some time basking in the warmth of each other as they snuggled and rambled about inconsequential things. They did manage to get up though, but that was because they were hungry. Hungry, but in no mood to cook. Breakfast had been delivered to them through a food delivery service. The next few hours were then spent binge watching their shared favorite series.

Eventually though, feeling like a snack would be nice, Hermes paused their show, and made made her way to the kitchen.

Jolyne remained in the living room, on the couch with her feet tucked underneath her legs. She could faintly hear Hermes humming to herself in the kitchen as she moved around, making tea for the both of them.

It did not take long for Hermes to reemerge, a tray in tow that had two mugs, some fruit, and cookies on it. She placed the tray on the coffee table in front of their couch, and reclaimed her seat next to Jolyne.

Hermes reached for a cup and took a sip. “I made the tea before getting the snacks, so the tea should be ready now.”

Jolyne reached for the other mug, bringing it to her lips to take a drink. The scented steam in her face smelt nice, though she could not figure out the blend of tea from scent alone. Once the liquid entered her mouth, she still was at a loss. It must be a new flavor Hermes had wanted to try then.

“Thanks for the tea and snacks.” Joylne started. She took another drink. “Say, what tea did you use? I don’t recognize this one.”

Hermes hummed for a moment. “I dunno, I guess I didn’t pay that much attention to the containter.”

Oh well, Jolyne could just check later if she really wanted to know.

Jolyne shrugged, and turned to look at Hermes. “Well, should we continue the show? Or maybe we could watch something else?”

Hermes made herself more comfortable, leaning into Jolyne. “Let’s just keep watching the show we’ve got on.”

Jolyne let out a noise of affirmation, reaching for the remote to unpause the show. The show resumed, and Jolyne and Hermes quietly sipped on their tea, and munched on their snacks.

***

It was about ten minutes after Jolyne had finished her cup of tea when she had to put some distance between her and Hermes. For some reason, she started to feel really warm. Surprisingly, Hermes made no comment.

It took about another five minutes for Jolyne to feel, riled, so to say. She tried to focus on what was happening on the TV screen, but her mind was beginning to flood with images of her hands all over Hermes. Her head between her strong thighs.

She groaned internally at herself. Leave it to her to get worked up so suddenly when she and Hermes just wanted to laze around all day. She did not want to be bothersome, so she decided that she would ignore the images in her head. The urges would go away eventually. That is what she told herself anyway.

But they were not going away.

Jolyne spared a glance at Hermes. She looked occupied with the show. Good. Jolyne just hoped she would not notice how antsy she had become though. She would undoubtedly question if she was okay, and she did not want that.

But Hermes made Jolyne’s situation dire when she snaked a hand over to Jolyne’s thigh. It was not like she was groping it or anything, but she was massaging the flesh idly. Jolyne did not dare to look over at Hermes, nor say anything. She did not want to draw attention to herself.

Instead, to distract herself, she grabbed a peach off the snack tray. The peach was on the larger size, and was nicely colored. She took an experimental bite, just to see how flavorful the piece of fruit would be. She relished the fresh and sweet flavor as she chewed.

Happy with the quality, her teeth broke into the skin of the peach once more with a satisfying sound. This time, the juiciness of the fruit became apparent, as liquid ran down her chin and hand. Not wanting to make a mess, she lapped up the juice on her hand and wiped her chin. It was then when she felt eyes boring into her. The hand that was on her thigh was removed.

She lowered the peach away from her mouth and looked over at Hermes. Her pupils were blown, and there was a slight flush to her face. Jolyne did not know what to make of her face. She did not want to be presumptious. 

The urge to run her hands all over Hermes as she bruised the sensitive skin of her neck shifted to the forefront of Jolyne’s mind again. She had to regain control of herself again.

“What?” Jolyne tried to ask nonchantly.

That seemed to snap Hermes out of whatever had clouded her thoughts. “Ah, nothing, sorry. Just, don’t be such a pig while eating.” She looked back towards the TV, but she looked awfully tense now. Why was she acting like this right now? It was intriguing.

Normally Jolyne would shoot something back playfully, but her mind was too fuzzy to come up with anything good. Instead, she had the desire to purposefully eat the fruit messily just to further annoy, or perhaps, rile Hermes up. Pretend she was doing something else with her mouth. That thought made her blood heat up, redness blooming on her cheeks too.

What had gotten into her? She was thinking like a sex-crazed teenager who just saw tits for the first time.

She put the half eaten peach back onto the tray. She could feel Hermes’ eyes follow her movements. It was driving her crazy. This whole situation was driving her crazy. She felt so wound up, and it happened in such a short amount of time, it left her dizzy almost. Her mind was filled with by Hermes, her body burned for her girlfriend.

Jolyne decided to throw caution to the wind. If Hermes did not want to do anything, she would back off and take a cold shower. Though, she had no idea how long she would be stuck in the shower, bringing herself to climax over and over. Yeah, she was that turned on right now.

With the fruit abandoned, she nuzzled into Hermes’ neck, wrapping her arms around her. She licked a strip up her neck.

Hermes let out a shaky breath. “What are you doing Jolyne?”

Jolyne nipped at the skin beneath her mouth causing Hermes to shiver. “Hmmm. I don’t know...I just need you right now.” That was an understatement. Jolyne was so wet with need, her panties were soaked.

Hermes melted into Jolyne’s touch, sighing. She shifted to meet Jolyne’s face before leaning in to place an open mouthed kiss on her lips. “I need you too...You looked so, so hot with that peach juice all over your mouth. I don’t know what came over me...but it made me think of how you look when you’re eating me out.”

The comment made Jolyne’s clit twitch with interest. “Oh really?”

“Yeah.”

“You wanna know something?.” Jolyne asked in a sultry tone.

“Sure.” Hermes answered, her voice rough.

“If you want, I can eat you out right on this very couch.” Jolyne pressed her thighs together at the thought. She loved eating pussy.

Jolyne watched as Hermes swallowed. “Fuck. Sounds good.”

Jolyne did not respond verbally. Instead, she surged forward and captured Hermes’ lips frantically with her own. Hermes’ eagerly reciprocated, slipping in tongue too. Jolyne could not help but moan from the wet heat in her mouth. She had to grasp at the front of Hermes’ shirt, to steady herself, and to pull her Hermes closer.

Jolyne broke the kiss, still tugging on Hermes’ shirt. “Take this off.”

Jolyne watched as Hermes wasted no time in yanking her shirt off, tossing it off to the side. Jolyne copied her actions. Luckily, neither of them had been wearing bras. It was supposed to be a relaxed Sunday after all.

Jolyne placed her hand on Hermes’ chest and nudged her gently. “Lay down for me.”

She listened, letting her head hit the couch cushion.

Jolyne leaned down and starting kissing and mouthing around Hermes’ chin and jaw, one hand supporting herself, the other trailing and feeling around Hermes’ chest.

She squeezed at one of Hermes’ breasts. “Fuck, I love these so much.” She spoke against her skin. Hermes’ breath hitched at her words.

“Ah, shut your annoying mouth.” Hermes got out, her voice strained, clearly flustered.

Jolyne obliged, returning her lips to Hermes’, kissing her again, hard. Jolyne moaned into her mouth as Hermes kissed back, matching her intensity.

Joylne could not help herself. She pulled back again. “But I thought you liked my mouth?”

Hermes blushed, but maintained eye contact. “I do, only when its doing its job though.”

Jolyne felt heat run down her spine. “And what job is that?” Jolyne already knew the answer. She just wanted to hear Hermes say it out loud.

“Fuck, aren’t you tired of being a tease?”

Hermes was right. Jolyne dying to get in between her girlfriend’s thighs. She was also desperate for her own release too. But, she really wanted Hermes to come on her tongue first.

Still though, hearing Hermes talk dirty always got her going more. “Nope.”

Hermes sighed. “Your mouth was made to eat my pussy.”

Jolyne breathed out loudly. “That’s right.”

Jolyne decided to stop wasting time. She lowered herself and made herself at home between Hermes’ legs. Her hands ended up at the top of Hermes’ pants. Eager, she pulled them down quickly and easily, praising whatever divine being that existed that she had been wearing sweats.

“Damn, already so wet for me?” Jolyne teased as she traced Hermes through her underwear. More heat pooled in her stomach as she felt the damp fabric beneath her fingers.

Hermes attempted to bring her legs together as warning. “Quit yapping and get to work.”

The words were meant to come out demanding, but well, they came out a little more pleading.

Jolyne huffed out a breathe as a response. She hooked her fingers underneath the waistband of Hermes’ panties, and removed those too.

Not one to shy away, Hermes kept her legs spread for Jolyne. Her wet cunt glistened, inviting Jolyne to come nice and close.

Jolyne groaned, more to herself from the sight. “So fucking good lookin’.”

She crawled forward a little, and dipped her head down. This close, Jolyne could smell Hermes, and her scent only worked to further rile her up.

Tired of being a tease, and of course, wanting her own reward of sorts, Jolyne lapped at Hermes’ pussy. Once, then twice. The breathless sound that came from Hermes’ mouth was music to her ears. It made her own cunt throb with need.

Now that she had gotten a taste, she could not stop coming back for more.

“Shit.” Hermes moaned out as Jolyne established a rhythm.

First, a wide pass of the tongue. Then, a few quick laps through the folds, followed by ending at the clit. Once there, Jolyne applied pressure with her tongue, then lightly sucked on the flesh. She kept that up, occasionally switching up the movements to throw Hermes off.

She was tempted to bring a hand up and finger Hermes too, but she needed both her hands on Hermes’ thighs. She needed to keep her legs parted, and give herself support as she continued to devour Hermes’ cunt.

It did not take long for Hermes’s hands to land in Jolyne’s hair, grasping and slightly tugging. Jolyne moaned into Hermes at the sensation of her hair being pulled. It only encouraged her more.

Only pulling away for the briefest of moments, Jolyne spoke. “Use me- ah fuck.”

Jolyne felt herself clench around nothing when Hermes pulled her back in harshly by her hair.

“God” Hermes grunted out. “Such a slut for my pussy-” Hermes cut herself off with a stuttered breath. Jolyne had gently bit into her flesh in response to her taunt. Though, she did not stop, she continued her efforts.

Made sure to give special attention to her clit. Licked at her in just the ways she knew she liked it. Jolyne was almost tempted to see just how fast she could get Hermes to come. Though, she decided against it. She her mouth on Hermes’ cunt for as long as she could keep it there without Emes accusing her of teasing her.

Jolyne knew Hermes was getting close. She could feel by the way her pussy started clenching. By the way Hermes started grinding her cunt against Jolyne’s face. Being used like this by Hermes, well it never failed to make more arousal rush through Jolyne’s body.

Hermes’ movement became erratic as she chased her own high. Her movements jerked to a stop then as a low and long moan left her lips as she finished. Jolyne continued to eat her out and help her through her orgasm. She licked and lap at the new slick that gushed out. Hermes’ come tasted so good on her tongue.

Jolyne pulled away and moved on top of Hermes. Her chin was absolutely covered in shiny fluid.

“Come here.” Jolyne commanded, crashing her lips into Hermes’.

Jolyne slipped her tongue into Hermes’ mouth, hoping she could taste herself on Jolyne’s lips. After a few moments, Hermes separated from her. It was a little abrupt.

“My turn.” Hermes purred before pushing Jolyne down on the other side of the couch.

Jolyne let out a huff as she landed, taken by surprise. Hermes was usually never this keyed up this soon after finishing. Oh well, it was not like she was going to complain. No, not at all. This was hot.

Jolyne let out a little “Oh,” as she felt Hermes grasp at both her bottoms and panties, and shuffle them down her legs with astonishing efficiency. They were unceremoniously tossed to the side, joining the rest of their clothing.

Jolyne met Hermes’ eyes. “God, you’re so sexy like this.”

Hermes let out a warm laugh. “You should see yourself...Fuck, you’ve got my come all over your face still.”

Jolyne threw a feline look at her, though her words still brought a blush to her face. She did not have time to dwell on Hermes’ words though, because her legs were pushed apart. Hermes then fit her self in between them.

Jolyne’s breath caught in her throat as Hermes leaned down close to her face. “I’m gonna lick your face clean as I fuck you with my fingers.”

In practically an instant, Hermes’ tongue was on her face, lapping at her own release. Jolyne jolted when she felt Hermes’ fingers spread her wet folds. She was so fucking sensitive, way more than she normally would be.

Hermes wasted no time. Jolyne whined when she felt Hermes pass her thumb around, spreading her wetness all over, up to her clit. She kept her thumb there and started up a lazy pace. Her mouth still on her face, licking and kissing.

As Hermes worked her, Jolyne felt impossibly hot. She could feel sweat gathering at her hairline, and her stomach muscles kept tensing as heavy pleasure built up in her body.

It was not enough. “More, God more Hermes.” She gasped.

Hermes listened, and picked up the movement of her thumb. She then slipped a finger into her pussy. Jolyne clenched around the finger slightly from the sudden intrusion.

“Fuck Jolyne- God you’re so wet.”

Jolyne only nodded and moaned. She started moving against the hand at her pussy. She still needed more.

Hermes got the hint and swiftly added another digit. Then eventually, Jolyne could feel Hermes hook her fingers inside her, seeking her g-spot.

With Hermes thumb at her clit, and the fingers in her, Jolyne could feel her own climax fast approaching. It was a little unusual for Jolyne to feel this close this fast. She knew this first orgasm would not be enough to sate the fire within her core.

“Just, just like that-” Jolyne continued to move in time with Hermes’ hand.

Hermes brought her mouth lower, latching onto the sensitive skin on Jolyne’s neck. She bit down hard and sucked. It was almost painful, but oh did it feel so good. Jolyne cunt clenched, and she angled her head to give Hermes better access to her neck.

Seemingly satisfied, Hermes pulled mouth away and admired Jolyne. “You look so good riding my hand.”

Her words went straight to her stomach. She almost fucking whimpered. God, she was so close.

“You gonna come on my fingers?”

Jolyne’s face burned from the taunt. She nodded though.

Hermes’ movements stalled. “What was that?”

“God yes.” Jolyne amended.

With minimal delay, Hermes went right back to what she had been doing.

Jolyne felt herself clamping around Hermes’ fingers as the pleasure started to reach its peak. She held on tight to Hermes’ arms as she ground down onto the fingers.

“Hermes-” She moaned, her own movements becoming choppy.

With one final pass on her clit, Jolyne felt her arousal snap like a rubber band as she frantically rocked against Hermes.

Just like she had done earlier, Hermes slowed her actions to lead Jolyne through her release.

Though, as Jolyne’s orgasm subsided, she realized she was still just as balled up and aroused as before. Her orgasm had done little to sate her.

She looked at Emes with wild eyes. “Fuck, I still, I need more.”

Now she understood why Hermes had been so quick to jump her after she ate her out. She must have still been just as pent up. Which meant she probably still was.

This was going to be a long afternoon.

***

After another hour, and multiple orgasms later from both parties, Jolyne and Hermes finally felt wrung out.

Being desperately thirsty now, and under the assumption so was Hermes, Jolyned offered to get some water for both of them

When she got back to the bedroom though – naturally at some point they had made it there since that was where their vibrators were – she had a container in her hand.

“Hermes, did you use this stuff for our tea?” She questioned, an edge to her voice.

Hermes looked up from where she was sprawled out. She eyed the container in Jolyne’s hand. “Yeah. Why?”

Jolyne covered her face with her free hand. “This is, um, special tea.”

That got Hermes’ attention. She propped herself up on her elbows. “What do you mean?”

Jolyne chuckled nervously. “Uh, this tea is an aphrodisiac…”

Now Hermes was sat up entirely. “Why the fuck do we have that?”

An embarrassed blush spread across Jolyne’s face. “F.F. and I had went to a sex shop...I was looking for something to surprise you with for your birthday...wouldn’t have been the entire gift of course.” She trailed off.

Hermes just sighed. “Why would you keep it out with our normal stuff?”

Jolyne placed the container on the dresser and threw her hands up. I don’t know!” She walked towards the bed. “Are you upset?”

Hermes smiled at her. “No Jolyne...It’s just, well that explains everything then huh?”

Jolyne only nodded as she joined Hermes on the bed.

“Just, if you’re gonna buy something like that, put it somewhere smart. Y’know?”

“Yeah, I know that now- I completely forgot to grab us water.”