#mghh..

[chaotically-coz]

[cainrising]

compilation of oscar overtakes that get me hard

[letternotekisses]

hii, I don't usually ask or make requests bc I'm shy as fuck, but I love reading ur stuff about my favs (Mauga and Roadhog thehe)

I was just wondering if u had any thought about mmmaaybe Mauga with a kind of pathetic male reader, like, reader is full on trying to pass his days in automatic with a shitty job and a plain boring life and suddenly this mASSIVE GORGEOUS MAN intrudes somehow in his life to make everything dangerously exiting (reader for some reason gotta stick with Mauga to survive in this change of events and he's shitting himself in all moments)

maybe is too specific, go crazy with it idk, whatever u do, love ur stuff, if u answer to this I promiese I'll draw whatever u come up with xoxo

Sometimes life just has you wondering if this is all it is.

The smell of burnt coffee, printer ink and midlife crisis was an assault on the senses you'd become utterly nose-blind to. Staring into the dark, bitter swirl of your drink and memorising the bubbles wasn't helping the day move any faster than it usually did, and the loud chatter of Cathy showing your other co-workers pictures of her twelve cats certainly wasn't expediting things.

A small sigh leaves you, a weird sense of monotony sagging your shoulders as you tap the teaspoon on the edge of your mug. Plain, white ceramic, just as beige and tasteless as everything else in this fucking office.

When you were a little bit younger you'd had much bigger ideas than this, grandiose plans in a job much better suited to your excitable tastes - this was just supposed to a pitstop along the way, a part time to fill your pockets before the better days. It seemed life had other plans, and the state of the world had stuck you right here. And if not here, then your shitty apartment over in the bad side of town.

But even then, the local muggers knew you by name and didn't even bother to hustle you as you went by anymore.

Boredom, at it's very finest.

You start the droning walk back to your desk, a grey cubicle surrounded by what might as well be a crowd of groaning zombies clad in slacks and pantsuits. Only, you don't quite make it back to your seat.

There's a deafening crash and a gust of swooping wind that throws your coffee right back into your face, the panicked clamouring of your co-workers drowning out as they fumble for the fire exit - typical, not a single one of them check to see if you're following or okay.

You blink, swiping a bit of chalky debris from your suit jacket as sunlight streams through the crumbling brick of what was your firms wall. Your heart thunders in your chest and you briefly wonder if you should have ran away alongside your colleagues, but your brain is swiftly out ruled by the excited adrenaline pumping your veins as a silhouette blocks the stream of light and wind blowing over you.

Whoever he is, he's much bigger than you.

Clad in a black compression shirt that hugs the flexing muscle of his arms and a wild mane of black hair tied up behind him - a brilliant white streak carding right through it. His gait seems eerily calm for someone with faint sirens trailing his every move, but you're more unnerved when his gaze settles on you.

His eyes - dark and red - like illegally obtained rubies. They're unmistakably wild and his pupils were blown wide with an excitement you hadn't seen in years, and you scramble to wipe the mess of coffee from your chin when he leers down at you and flashes a sharp grin - close enough that the warmth of his breath fans your face.

Up close, he didn't look so crazy, rather he appeared to chase that boredom in your eyes, like he was familiar with it - familiar with you.

His gaze sharpens, the sirens growing closer with each passing second, surely chasing whatever he had stuffed in that bag. But it doesn't stop him from crouching closer, extending a big, meaty hand out towards you.

"You comin, buddy?" He rumbles, his teeth - sharp, dangerous - glinting at you from under the curl of his lips, "Or do I have to drag you myself?"

You glance between his face and his outstretched palm in a fashion that had you appearing like a hare before a wolf. But you'd be lying if you weren't the most excited you'd been in years, the blood rushing in your ears and your heart rabbiting in your chest. It was this or a life chained to your desk, and it wasn't exactly hard to choose.

His grin grows disconcertingly wide when you throw your hand in his - hell, you could be signing your life away to him right now for all you cared, but you did it anyways - anything to get away from the grey cube that was your life.

And hey, if leading a handsome stranger through the emergency stairwells of your work firm and away from the police was the way to do it? A life of crime might not be so bad, and who is there to really stop you?

Well, certainly not Cathy. That's for sure.

[shamblespirate]

Currently at my missing Law hours

[funkylilfr0g]

rushed new years post yippie

I still got a few hours to go in my timezone but didn't want to stall any longer on this so wahh.

I've been so focused on art payments that this could be far better but oh well! 'least it's here :3 hope the new year is kind to you all <3

[inameating]

can i say something

[silvercat-the-daydreamer]

"emotional skyscraper--" appropriately named, this song's making me emotional. fucc

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

*quiet noises of frustration*

[itsahotsecondafter]

.

[flora-bigs]

Look me in my eyes, tell me you ain't a part of me, no fair.

[shamblespirate]

I will never get over this shot of blushing Zoro

[twijaxx]

Let’s be fr Sae in the new leaks looks like he wants his dick to be sucked, and you are gonna give it to him.

His member hit your throat for god knows which time this night, you are sure it’s bruised at this point, but Sae didn’t seem to care at all. Phone in one of his hands while the other one gently tugged at your hair.

You tried saying something but silly you forgot that you can’t speak with something in your mouth. Instead it send vibrations thru his spine which caused him to… wait?? did he just whimper???

You didn’t pay a lot of attention to what he was talking ab on the phone but you heard one particular sound, Sae disconnected. and as soon as he did shaky breaths and above whispers moans came out of him mouth.

“fuck- sorry i kept u waiting princess mghh!”

His dick started twitching uncontrollably inside your throat which only meant that Sae was close. So you decided to peak up the speed a little bit and give him more tongue action.

“agh- i’m gonna come.. don’t stop mhhh, u will take it right?? and- ahh.. swallow it like a whore u are”

You couldn’t do anything but slightly hum as a response and that’s what made Sae trip over the edge. You felt his seed spill into your mouth as the only thing u could hear was his hard breathing.

“stand up” -he ordered you, and as soon as you did Sae swings you over his shoulder and carry you to your bedroom.

“you think i’m not gonna return the favor??”

it’s gonna be a looong night..

i lost my ability to write YAYYYYY LETS TROW A PARTYYYY!!! i had to write this like two times… the first one is in my drafts tho if i ever want to finish it… I HATE MYSELF

[leviismybby]

Levi Ackerman x fem!reader, nsfw 18+, Janitor!Levi go brrr

The dim lights in cinema, your eyes were glued to the screen ignoring or at least trying to, ignored Levi's hand creeping up your leg. You came to watch the movie you wanted to for weeks now, it just so happens that the cinema was the one where your boyfriend worked as a janitor. There weren't too many people watching the film and you sat back in the furthest corner, that still didn't make the situation any less risky. "Levi." You scold him the moment his fingers graze your inner thigh, too close to your core. All you get in return is a quite scoff followed by Levi nipping on the side of your neck. Despite the shiver that ran up your spine and the moan that was on the verge of escaping, you managed to keep it together, your eyes glued to the screen. He needed to try harder, it was his break, he needed to head back and the fact that his pretty girlfriend is here next to him isn't helping him at all. He bites into that spot on your neck, you already gave into him, your body was practically melting into him but he knew that you wanted to tease him.

His fingers slide upwards and they brush against your pussy, he notices then that you aren't wearing any panties. "Minx." He whispers into your ear. "You're a fucking tease, you know that?" Maybe it was the risk of the situation or maybe it was the fact that he looked so good in that blue work outfit, either way you wanted him take you right then and there. His hand grabs your jaw and he turns your head so you're looking at him before kissing you passionately. You moan into his mouth ad his fingers continue to play with you. Levi shifts slightly pulling you on top of him without an issue, the movie keeps the noises you two are making hidden, thankfully. Pulling away, he kisses down your jaw, his hands slip under your dress and grab your ass and grinding you on top of him. "Mghh fuck Levi." Your head falls onto his shoudler, you move your hips too, griding on top of him and getting wetter by the second. "See what you do to me huh?" His voice grows husky, for a moment he forgets that you're in public and not in the piracy of your shared apartment but he can't help but not care right now. You kiss him again, hands traveling down his body to undo his work uniform. Unzipping it, your hand slips under his shirt caressing his abs, Levi grunts, his hands squeezing your ass in response.

Your hand slips lower and lower until you make it past his underwear, you already feel his hips buck slightly. Taking his cock in your hand, you pump it in your hands a few times, he was so hard. A hiss leaves his lips as your thumb presses again his tip slightly, he bites into your neck to keep himself quiet. "I can't wait anymore. I need to be inside of you." His hands move from your ass to your hips and he lifts you up slightly, you let go of his cock helping him to position yourself on his cock. You moan as his top rubs against your wetness, you wanted to tease him a bit more but before you can so that he is already slamming you down onto his length. Luckily the film is loud enough to cover the noise both of you make, you hold onto his shoulders and start riding him. Levi uses the advantage of the position to pulls your dress down to your hips, exposing your breast to his lustly gaze. "Fuck. You're so fucking hot like this." He leavd one hand on your hip as the other grabs your breast, playing with it. Your moans get louder as you start to roll and move your hips faster on top of him.

"That's it. Good girl. Show me how much you want me." Letting go of your breast, he puts one hand behind his head, just admiring you as you fuck yourself on his cock. Your tight pussy is squeezing him just right, he keeps watching, his eyes going to your bouncy breast and then to the way your pussy takes him in. It's a shame that he can't hear the noises of it but this will do, for now at least. When his cock starts twitching inside of you, he takes the hild of your hips and starts fucking you harder. That's the sound of your moans grow a bit too risky, he slaps a hand of your mouth. "As much as I love to hear you, baby...you'll have ti quiet down." You nod, your eyes opening and locking with his. The movie in the background was long forgotten, all you can focus on is his cock deep inside of you and how good he is making you feel. "This wet cunt was made for me. Look at how well you're taking me." His pace gets more brutal, your nails dig into his shoulders, head slightly rolling back. You bite into his hand slightly however Levi doesn't seem to mind, in fact he slaps your ass fucking his cock even deeper into you.

"Are you gonna be a good girl and keep quiet if i remove my hand?" His voice was slutry as if he knew what he was doing to you. You nod and he keeps his word, removing his hand from your mouth. His hand goes to grab your thigh pulling you flush against his body. You starts to roll your hips harder, his lips meet you in a desperate kiss, his phone is buzzing in his pocket reminding him that his break is over. Levi dosent do anything about it, he keeps his focus on the way you're riding him, the way you feel around his length. Pulling from the kiss, you gasp. "You're so deep! I am gonna cum!" Your voice is half whinper, half whisper. "Yeah? That's my girl. Cum for me." As on command, you cum around him, your thighs shake as that hot pleasure runs all over your body. Levi follows suit, cumming inside of you, he holds your close as he fills you up, his cock pulsing. You two calm down from your highs and you look at him. "Well then janitor you have some cleaning to do.." Levi slaps your ass playfully. "Shut up brat. You're lucky we weren't discovered."

[godjustkys]

you asked me for this and it's an idea so—

wondering if we could see dean getting absolutely ruined in the backseat of his baby while he gets degraded for being so damn desperate that they had to pull over and into a field during the middle of the night while the radio is still playing or something, idfk and they have passionate sex in the backseat because dean's that much of a whore? (male reader obviously on top)

pretty please? 🙏

THEME: passionate car sex with a desperate dean.

CHARACTER: male reader x dean winchester

NOTE: i love writing dean to be an absolute mess. ALSO THANK YOU <3

idfk what im doing. WHY IS EVERYTHING I WRITE SO SHORT.

p.s. requests are always open!

WARNING: car sex,, degradation,, raw dogging it fr,, pet names,, light dacryphilia,, extremely pathetic dean,,

“ngh— don’t- jus’.. come on, fuck.” dean whined quietly, his back pressed to the car door's panel, head resting against the window. “what? no prep? I can’t fucking believe it..” you mused with a scoff, briefly glancing at the radio that was playing. “you are being such a slut right now,” you mumbled, pushing the tip of your cock inside of dean's hole, slowly. good thing you had a bit of lube on it, otherwise dean would’ve been writhing already. “taking my cock like this, in the back of Baby. in the middle of fucking nowhere, too,” you continuing berating him, even with a gentle voice. “you’re— mghh, shit..” dean cut himself off, resisting the urge to shy away as it was slightly uncomfortable. instead, he forced himself to push his hips down, groaning as he clenched around your length. “you’re the one who gave me a handjob, w—.. while I was driving.” he forced out, his hands gripping your biceps. “need I remind you that you’re the one who asked for it? begged for it, I should say.” you cleared up, pulling out slowly; though your tip caught on his rim.

with a harsh thrust forward, dean's stomach tensed. a whiny moan left his throat, eyebrows furrowing at the same time. you started to move slowly, unable to resist the urge to fuck him to the rhythm of the music playing; some early 2000’s upbeat song. dean tilted his head back as much as possible, gritting his teeth, his hands clenching around your arms. “that’s it, baby, yeah, keep takin’ my cock like this.” you breathed out, leaning down so your lips would be in line with dean's ear. “just like you were made for this, you desperate whore,” you mumbled softly, your lips grazing his earlobe. he squirmed slightly in response. you knew he was ticklish but still, it was fun. “i- i am n—” dean started with a strained voice, though you quickly cut him off. “don’t you try to deny it. i’m the one fucking you in the backseat of your car..” you trailed off just a bit, your mind reeling at the feeling of dean around you. it just always amazes you. “..in a stupid field.. all because you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants.” you continued, now ignoring the beat of the music and slowing your pace to a deep, yet leisure one.

“mmm— i jus’— you know damn well it wasn’t like that—” dean explained with a pleading voice, bordering on whiny now. his thighs moved to wrap around your waist, squeezing slightly. “yeah?” you mumbled with a harsh thrust, bottoming out. your tip just grazed against his prostate and he was gone. dean gasped breathlessly, his back arching off of the seat a little. “with the way you’re moaning right now, i’d say this is what you’ve been thinking of all day.” you mumbled, pressing an opened mouth kiss to the side of his jaw. dean squirmed once again, letting out a small whimper as his hands slid up to hold onto your neck. “i mean, you didn’t.. fuck.. you didn’t even want to get prepped.” you spoke against his skin, your lips grazing his stubble. “you’re just that desperate for my cock, huh?” you cooed softly, kissing him tenderly. dean reciprocated, though he was late and his kiss was sloppy, extremely uncoordinated. you continued the deep thrusts, bit by bit increasing your pace. “oh— mghhh..” dean whined out, his blinking excessive and frequent. he kept you close, looking at you through his eyelashes, his eyes narrowly open.

“want me to fuck you good, hm? you can moan as loud as you want to, pretty, no one’ll hear you.” you spoke in a hushed tone, your eyes locked on his. suddenly, dean focused on the car rocking, creaking, every time you thrusted into him. he let out a soft, small whine, tilting his head back as much as he could, his mouth open in a little 'o' shape. his thighs trembled slightly, his chest heaving. “you’re a sight,” you murmured, shifting your hips to a more suitable angle. “quit—! it..” dean managed weakly, his eyes screwed shut. his fingers pressed to the nape of your neck, keeping you as close as you’d let him. you just grinned in response, your own hands on the soft flesh of his thighs, quickening your pace to a fast yet steady one. little “ah-ah-ah’s” left his open mouth each time you thrusted in, his body somewhat arched off of the seat. it was a matter of time until you drove deeper and deeper into him, abusing his prostate. dean’s moans got significantly louder, whinier, more high pitched. he started to writhe, his hands getting clammy, eyelashes fluttering. he was coming undone.

dean’s voice was breaking mid-moans more often than not. he even let out a squeal of all things. “you feel so fuckin’ good..” you moaned out, your voice low. dean’s hands shakily glided down your torso, his fingertips catching onto the material of your shirt. he was begging to feel your skin with no words, only actions. “hh-hah..shit.. shitshitshit, ah— nghnnn..” dean’s hips jerked as he clenched around you, his face scrunched so adorably. if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he was in pain. your cock was unfathomably deep inside dean, he could feel it so well; every vein, every small ridge, everything. he was tight, no matter how many times you have done this, he was always impervious. just for you. your cock. one of your hands skimmed up, just over his v-line and his weeping dick, brushing your fingers across the happy trail. he was so, so fucking pretty. “g—gah- mothe—rr..fucker.” he grunted out, his voice strained, raspy. his fingers gripped your shirt and pulled you close, just as you noticed the tears on his lashes. your lips ghosted over his and you pulled your face away swiftly, causing dean to let out a pathetic whimper, chasing after your lips desperately. “mh, you’re close, aren’t you?” you teased, your digits wrapping around his cock, giving him slow experimental pumps. dean’s pupils were blown wide as he looked up at you, his gaze blurry. the sounds that were spilling from his mouth were filthy; slutty, downright whore-ish. he fit so snuggly around you, you just couldn’t help it. you had to ruin him.

dean inhaled sharply as he felt your hand around him and his hips jerked upwards, into your hand. pathetic, yes, but he didn’t care. “agh—! oh.. oh- oh fuck—” he spoke through gasps, his back slightly sliding downwards, the back of his head now resting against the door panel itself. he was about to cum; it was obvious. he started whispering your name like a prayer. you felt him twitch in your hand and contract around you. “make a mess like the whore that you are. c’mon baby.” you encouraged him sweetly, his thighs shaking relentlessly around your waist. you were close to your orgasm as well. who wouldn’t be with such a scene in front of them? “nnnhhh— ah- hahh..haah, hhnn—” he cut himself off with a choked mix of a whine and sob, his abdomen tensing as he finally came. you slowed your pace yet kept the depth the same, making it easier for dean to ride out his orgasm. he clenched around your cock time and time again as he heaved, even though he had a hard time inhaling oxygen. he was really out of breath. you came inside dean with no warning and he let out a high-pitched, extremely loud whimper, the feeling of that warm liquid pooling inside him making him very horny again. you glanced up, noticing the foggy windows. you took a moment to catch your breath. “again? really wanna make you moan your lungs out.” you mused nonchalantly, keeping your cock buried inside dean.

dean blinks up at you, his voice hoarse and small as he speaks. “y-yeah.. yeah again. fuck.. make me scream, don’t care. jus’ don’t stop.”

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

I swear to god they pick the most UNFORTUNATE TIME to post the videos I want to animate-

[thewickedjazzy]

Bonus Level: “You Lookin’?” for Kinktober.

ᡣ𐭩beast! soukoku x afab! reader.

ᡣ𐭩Synopsis: as chuuya’s girlfriend, you never imagined that your boss would join you both—well, now he’s watching from a video call while chuuya proves he can please you best!

ᡣ𐭩Warnings: voyeurism, edging, orgasm control, video call sex, possessive beast! soukoku, jealous! chuuya, mention of cum, masturbation, exhibitionism..etc.

ᡣ𐭩Word count and a/n: 1.5k. this fic is for @thedamselzelda for being this week's top Kink Coin collector. <3

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your fingers tremble as you hold onto the fabric of his burgundy dress shirt for dear life. the slow drag of his cock buried deep inside you feels like a delicious torment. it’s been thirty long minutes, and each agonizing thrust pushes you closer to the edge of your release, yet he holds you firmly in place.

chuuya’s tongue circles your hard nipple, licking and sucking it as he rolls the other between his fingers. your nails dig in around his collarbone, leaving small crescent marks against his pale skin. he lifts his head, locking eyes with you, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“mghh..c’mon doll, you can handle this.”

every time you feel yourself getting close, he slows down, pulling back just enough to deny you the release you crave. “patience, baby,” he murmurs, “you know i like to take my time.”

your legs tremble beneath you, yearning to move, to ride him, but he keeps you pinned to the chair, your body forced to submit to his pace. “chuu...mmph t’much—haah..please” you beg, desperate for release, but he only smirks. and you can’t help but wonder where this side of him comes from? he’s always been so sweet, so attentive to your own orgasm.

“not yet,” he growls, slowing his pace even further, drawing it out until you’re dizzy with desire. “i want you to feel every inch of me.”

each bounce is torturous, his cock stretching you just right, feeling every throbbing vein with each agonizing thrust.

just as the moment swells, the phone's screen on his desk flickers, it's ringing pierces through the thick haze of lust. “nngh..perfect timing, boss,” he mutters, frustration flaring in his dilated azure eyes. but then a wicked smile curls on his lips as he leans closer, breath warm against your lips. “you know what? imma give him a little show. is that okay with you, doll?”

you nod eagerly. the thrill of being on display, especially with dazai watching, makes your skin tingle with anticipation. chuuya smirks, shifting your position to sprawl you over his desk, spreading your thighs wider from behind as he presses the button to start the video call with dazai.

“let’s show that bastard who you belong to, yeah?” he whispers before the call connects, and you can see dazai’s face flickering to life on the screen, a smug grin spreading across his lips as he takes in the scene before him.

“well, well, what do we have here?” he drawls as his eyes sweep over you, taking in every detail—the way your body trembles under chuuya’s hold, your legs spread wide, a blissed out expression settling on your face.

“just shut up and watch, will ya?”

chuuya’s grip tightens around you, pulling your back flush against his chest as he bounces harder into your slick folds, your body jerking upward with each thrust. his breath hitches against your neck, but all you can focus on is the way dazai’s hand moves to the zipper of his pants, sliding it down slowly. your eyes widen as he frees himself, his long, hard cock in hand, already stroking himself at a teasingly slow pace.

the sight of your boss pleasuring himself elicits a shocked gasp from you, your mind clouding with lust. you don’t even realise you’ve moaned his name until it’s too late, the sound escaping your lips in a breathless whimper. “mmngh... ‘samu.”

chuuya freezes for a second, jealousy flashing in his eyes, as he gently slaps your boobs making you hiss and tears pool in the corners of your eyes. his thrusts becoming rougher, more possessive as he growls in your ear, “don’t ya dare forget who’s fuckin’ ya right now.”

but dazai only smirks as he strokes himself faster, “looks like your girl is too distracted by my cock to scream my name forgetting who's really fucking her from behind, hmm?”

your body shudders with each powerful thrust from chuuya, but your gaze stays locked on the screen, mesmerized by the sight of dazai’s hand pumping his cock.

“mngh.. are you jealous, chuuya?” dazai’s grin widens as he watches your body arch under chuuya’s relentless pace. “or are you just mad she’s thinking of me while you’re the one fucking her?”

chuuya growls low in his throat, his thrusts becoming animalistic, hips snapping against you as he hisses, “she’ll only be screaming my name by the time i’m done with her.” his grip on you tightens, one hand moving to squeeze your breasts while the other holds you firmly in place, leaving you no room to escape.

“look at me, sweetheart.” dazai drawls, his hand moving leisurely up and down his cock, making sure you don’t miss a single detail. “imagine how good you’d feel if you were riding my cock instead,” he purrs, his eyes never leaving yours. “wouldn’t it feel so much better than being stuck on chuuya’s cock, hm?”

chuuya notices your wavering focus, his hand moves from your waist to your throat, gently pulling your head back until your lips are close to his ear. his voice drops to a raspy whisper, “hey, baby... stay with me,” he murmurs, pressing soft kisses to your neck between words. “focus on me, yeah? i’m the one inside you, making you feel this good ahh fu-hk—you love how I’m filling you up? no one else could make you feel like this.”

“yess...nghh yes chuu..please—ahh-” you gasp, breath catching as he pounds into you harder, pushing you closer to your sweet release.

“that's right...mngh fuckk!—keep moaning my name.” his muffled groans vibrate against your neck as he presses his face into the crook, each powerful thrust pulling gasps from your lips. you cling to him, wrapping your arm around his neck to draw him closer.

but as you're close to cum on chuuya’s cock too exhausted from all the edging, dazai’s voice cuts through the haze, “come on, sweetheart... look at me.” his tone is sultry, authoritative even, as if he knows just how much control he has over you in this moment. “yes just like that, good girl.. keep your eyes on me. let’s see whose name you’re gonna scream when you cum...”

the way dazai says good girl sends a shiver down to your core, making you whimper incoherent curses. his hand pumps his cock faster, teasing you, the sight, so delicious that your focus wavers again. you can feel chuuya’s frustration as his grip on you tightens, yet he keeps whispering sweet nothings into your ear, trying to pull your attention back to him.

“you belong to me, doll” chuuya drawls softly, his thrusts becoming even more intense, as if to drive dazai from your mind. “i’m the one making you feel this good—ungh... look at you clenching around me...ffuhm-k you love how i fuck you s’good, hmm?”

each agonizing thrust pushes you closer to the brink, body trembling as you fight the overwhelming pleasure building inside your belly. your mind is split between chuuya’s rough, punishing pace and the sight of dazai’s delicious cock coated with pre-cum on the screen, each stroke making your pulse race.

and just as you glance down, you catch the sight of chuuya’s cock plunging deep inside you, slick with your combined juices and his precum. the sight sends a fresh wave of pleasure that makes your pudendal nerve tingle, pushing you further toward your release. your breath hitches as you feel the tightening coil in your core finally reach its breaking point with how chuuya’s tip is knocking so perfectly against your g-spot.

“chuu... i’m—ahh!” the words escape your lips as the overwhelming sensation crashes over you, leaving you breathless. your body quakes with the intensity of your orgasm, waves of ecstasy radiating through every inch of you, the world around you fading into blissful oblivion.

chuuya completely loses it once he hears you crying out his name. he immediately follows suit, his thrusts becoming erratic as he finds his own high, filling you completely. the dual sensations of your highs intertwine, leaving you both gasping for air.

as for dazai, he watches intently through the lens, captivated by the bounce of your breasts with every thrust, your luscious pink lips parted, the intoxicating image of your pleasure, with chuuya’s cock vanishing deep into your swollen slick folds, drives him wild. even though you're screaming chuuya's name instead, dazai pays no mind, completely drunk on your blissed-out flushed form.

“fuckk so pretty ahh—look at you,” he breathes, quickening his strokes as he takes in the sight of your body trembling in bliss. the combination of you and chuuya reaching that sweet release together, along with your desperate moans, makes him erupt, hot jets of cum spilling all over his hand and abdomen as he rides the delicious wave of his orgasm witnessesing the exquisite sight of you.

chuuya pulls out from your now-ruined cunt still holding your trembling body close to his chest, his grip is more possessive, as if staking his claim, but also tender enough to make you feel safe in his embrace.

with one hand, he leans down and taps the screen, ready to end the video call. however, just before the screen goes black, chuuya shoots dazai a heated glance, lips curling into a smug smirk.

“i won this round, asshole” he mutters, “you'll have to try a lot harder next time. she's my doll.”

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