#d lay my head on her lap and she'd play with my hair...

[loveregrown]

I think about my middle school crush sometimes. Gabriella Jazmin... I truly adored her. Did she know, how much I loved her? Does she miss me? I never had a chance; it was doomed from the start. But goodness did my guts churn, back then. She probably didn't even know what she did to me—maybe she did.

[littledollll]

You can in fact get me something I desire my lovely, can I request a Larissa x fem reader fic? Your agere inagines are so cute and I was wondering if you'd write a caregiver Larissa fic, I feel like she'd be the sweetest ever and would constantly bring her little snacks and sit them on her knee, if you're comfortable with it, maybe reader is having a bit of a meltdown and needs some help calming down? ...and some snacks ofcs

Mommas here

Larissa Weems x little!reader

A/n: IVE BEEN WAITING!! Cg Larissa brainrot.

Warnings: snacks/eating, little anxiety, idk what else

You didn’t understand why you felt this way, a random pressure on your chest making your heart speed up and your mind run rampant and your breathing quicken. You started around looking for a distraction, something to get you out of this horrid feeling, it didn’t work. You needed her.

As you made your way into her office quietly you resisted the urge to run to her. What if she was too busy? Or simply didn’t want to deal with whatever you had? You quietly approached her, anxiously waiting for her to look up and take you into her arms.

The second she saw you Larissa knew something was wrong, not only did you usually try not to “bother” her at work, you looked about to cry, “Whats wrong, precious?” She immediately ushered you closer and pull you into a hug.

“I d-don’t know, I-“ talking started crying, words felt too heavy but you wanted to somehow explain, you didn’t know how. You simply clung to her as she drew patterns on your back. It was distracting, soothing and after a moment of your silence Larissa allowed herself to talk.

“Don’t force yourself to explain if you can’t. We’re okay my little darling, I want you to try and follow my breathing, focus on my hand as well.” She pulled you into her lap and you wrapped around her instantly, making her chuckle and kiss your temple.

Your cries turned into sniffles, and you rubbed your eyes hiding into her chest. “Mommas here, little one, it’s alright. Maybe we can try to talk later and figure out what happened to my precious little one, yeah?”

Her sweet words made you feel shy, “her precious little one” you giggled as you replayed them. “What’s got you so giddy all of a sudden?” Larissa’s smile was evident through her voice. “momma” simple enough reply, she responded with an exaggerated gasp. “Momma made her baby this happy? Oh my, what an honor!”

Giggling, you turned to face her desk, grabbing random things to fidget with. “Anything but the papers, darling.” You gave her a nod, grabbing one of her pens and taking her hand, laying it flat on the desk. You drew little shapes, the sun, some clouds, basically anything you could think off and was simple enough, Larissa allowed you.

“These are wonderful, my love! how about we get you something to eat and then you can go right back to drawing, little one?” You practically squealed at the mention of snacks, she allowed you to pick what you wanted from her stash. You happily munched on your food, completely oblivious to Larissa’s adoring gaze.

“Very good sweetheart, how about you stay with momma for the rest of the day?” She said as she played with your hair. “No bother?” You paused for a second, looking at her for confirmation, she gave you a reassuring smile.

“Of course not, my love. In fact it can get a little lonely here without you.” “I stay?” She nodded, stealing a piece of your snack making you gasp, offended. “How dares! my snack.” You huffed, crossing your arms. “Careful you don’t wanna drop it!”

“I’m very very sorry little one, I’ll get my own snack.” You shook your head offering yours. “Share!” She tilted her head at you. “Oh you wanna share? Thank you sweetheart.” “Mhm mhm, me n momma shares” Larissa kissed your cheek, holding you close. “I’ve got the sweetest little love ever, don’t I?” You very proudly nodded.

“I’m very very sorry little one, I’ll get my own snack.” You shook your head offering yours. “Share!” She tilted her head at you. “Oh you wanna share? Thank you sweetheart.” “Mhm mhm, me n momma shares” Larissa kissed your cheek, holding you close. “I’ve got the sweetest little love ever, don’t I?” You very proudly nodded.

“I’m very very sorry little one, I’ll get my own snack.” You shook your head offering yours. “Share!” She tilted her head at you. “Oh you wanna share? Thank you sweetheart.” “Mhm mhm, me n momma shares” Larissa kissed your cheek, holding you close. “I’ve got the sweetest little love ever, don’t I?” You very proudly nodded.

“I’m very very sorry little one, I’ll get my own snack.” You shook your head offering yours. “Share!” She tilted her head at you. “Oh you wanna share? Thank you sweetheart.” “Mhm mhm, me n momma shares” Larissa kissed your cheek, holding you close. “I’ve got the sweetest little love ever, don’t I?” You very proudly nodded.

“I’m very very sorry little one, I’ll get my own snack.” You shook your head offering yours. “Share!” She tilted her head at you. “Oh you wanna share? Thank you sweetheart.” “Mhm mhm, me n momma shares” Larissa kissed your cheek, holding you close. “I’ve got the sweetest little love ever, don’t I?” You very proudly nodded.

“I’m very very sorry little one, I’ll get my own snack.” You shook your head offering yours. “Share!” She tilted her head at you. “Oh you wanna share? Thank you sweetheart.” “Mhm mhm, me n momma shares” Larissa kissed your cheek, holding you close. “I’ve got the sweetest little love ever, don’t I?” You very proudly nodded.

[giggly-squiggily]

Always and Forever: “Look how red you are! How cute!” With makima and reader. I'd like makima to tickle the reader if that's possible.

Ooo, Miss Makima! She'd be the perfect ler- soothing yet devious! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D

Always and Forever- "Look how red you are! How cute!"

“(Y/N)” Makima’s voice was smooth, her smile inviting as she gently patted her lap once. Wasting no time, you came over and laid your head down across it, all but melting at the touch as she ran her fingers through your hair. “Good pet.”

You let out a soft sigh of ease as her fingers traced along your scalp, almost like she could see inside your head and was sorting through all your fears and stress, pushing them here and there until all that was on your mind was the sweet scent of her. You could already hear Denji in your head if he saw you, whining in jealousy. You almost stuck your tongue out at the imaginary devil. Mine.

“What’s on your mind, (Y/N)?” She asked as her hand drifted lower, smoothing over your arm. It felt ticklish, and before long you were fighting down giggles as her nails scratched gently against your skin. “Hm? What is it?”

“N-Nothing!” You choked out, unable to fight off another fit of giggles. “Just-ehhehe-just ticklish.”

Hmm.” She mused, carrying on her gentle touch. Then- without any warning- her hand dropped to your side, scratching lightly.

“Ah! Ahehehheehhe! M-Mihiihiss Mahahhaakimahahhaha!” You giggled out, squirming as her fingers danced against your ticklish spots, sending little bolts of electricity up your nerves. “It tihiihihihihihckles!”

“Does it now? My my, look how red you are.” Makima cooed at you, running a single finger up from your ribs down to your hip, a smile in her voice. “How cute you are, my pet.”

“Ahehahhahahhaa! Wahahhaait, whhahahhait hhoohohohld ohohohoohoohohon!” You squealed when she let her hand creep over your belly, dragging her fingers against your belly. “Pleahhahhahahhahse wahahhahahahhait!”

“Alright, I suppose you’ve earned a break.” Makima stopped tickling, laying her hand against your belly comfortingly as you gasped for breath. “Aren’t you a sweet little thing, (Y/N). I could listen to those precious giggles of yours forever.”

You smiled against her leg, feeling yourself melt as she resumed playing with your hair. You could get used to this.

Candy Heart Prompts Are Officially CLOSED!

[yoki-doki-then]

FFXIV Write 2024 - Halcyon

"There's too many bloody kids running around."

"Well, of course there are. It's Little Lady's Day."

A maid and butler take a reprieve by one of Ul'dah's larger fountains, seated on its edge. Nearby, their charge, a young lady as Lalafell as them, shows off her newest accessory to a gaggle of her peers. It's a tiara that's far too shiny, most of the appeal being given from glitter and a glossy varnish over cheap metal, but it delights the young ones regardless. For their elders? Gods, it's hard to look at. The sun just seems to hit all its sharp edges in a way designed to blind you.

So the maid continues to whine. "That headpiece is five times what it should cost. Frankly, I could get an authentic tiara for the same. And there's too many perfumes in the air; I can barely breathe! I swear, L-L-D is just an excuse for merchants to prey on everyone who wants to be a princess. I can't tell if Yoki smells of wood, of berry, of ocean, or of flower at this stage. I get hit with every sample she's indulged whenever we pass her."

"Mmm, it makes your sister happy, Toto," says the butler, Aiaika.

Totolili groans as he lays his head on his partner-in-servitude's lap, hoping to feel some of the fountain's succor on his brow. What was meant to be a fun bit of gender-roleplay turned out to be an exercise in finding out just how heavy a petticoat could be. How fragile an untrained gait could be in pumps. How suffocating a collar secured with a bow could be. And every time he tried to adjust this frilly uniform, his beloved was there to swat his hand, as he's no doubt sure hers was swatted when she trained for the job he's been playing at taking.

"Aika. I'm sorry. I need to shut my eyes for a spell. Just keep an eye on Yoki for a minute."

He feels his nose being flicked. "A maid doesn't relinquish her duties, nor a butler for that matter. There are less than human. They are as reliable as furniture." He hears the smile creep into her voice. "Though, a creaking chair does deserve Byregot's tender touch for doing its duty so well."

Toto shoots up, sitting perfectly, hands on his lap. "Yes, sir," he says, doing his best to mimic Aika's normal tone, but can't help but let a mix of way too many feelings on the suggestion turn it into a squeak. She scoots closer to him, and their fingers entwine at their sides, hidden from their charge's sight under the many, many folds of his skirt.

"... I wish I was more a part of her world, sometimes," Toto quietly says, leaning into his woman.

"Well, you could hardly be blamed. More than a decade between you."

"She spent so much time growing up bedridden. Some days I hoped she'd just fade away, finally. Mom and dad spent so much time at her side. I liked to tell myself it was for her sake that I wanted her pain to end, but I was a teenager, I know that I..."

"Everyone has dark thoughts. Good people don't indulge in them."

He sighs, hand reaching over to hold her arm. "Please never coddle me."

"I don't, and I won't."

"I just don't feel like a brother to her. I am. I try. But how do I relate? There's no shared struggle. I think a four-year difference could mean it'd be all right for me to bully her in a sport of some sort, but as many as we have? That's just cruel. It's like having to step back down the ladder of life to play pretend. I'm always wearing a mask around her. It's a happy one. But it is a mask. And I don't think I'll ever take it off."

Aika's fingers weave through his hair, which is long enough that his headdress looks more fitting than she's sure Toto would enjoy. The pads of her fingers weave circles against his scalp, the gentle rustling filling his ears, her thumbs giving the slightest pressure to his temple. "You wore a mask around me when we first met. Are you still wearing it now?"

"... No," Toto says. "I suppose not."

"You don't feel like you need to turn your nose up every time you saw me in the halls?"

"If I didn't, I would have stared."

It's Aika's turn to be quiet. She finds a hand reaching up to her head, coiling her unnaturally colored bob around an index. "... Hush, you," she says, before silencing him with what was meant to be a short kiss. But when Toto sinks back into her, it goes on. It goes on beyond what anyone should see in public. Nothing as sloppy as what desperate teens would do, but it's such a kiss of love that it makes people question their own lot in life. The kind of kiss where time freezes, because the world itself wants to watch.

"What're you doing?" asks their princess, a part of the world.

"G-guh!" says Toto, pulling back sharply. He looks at his little sister with wide eyes, their matching red orbs locking as he sees the princess in an outfit so layered it makes his maid uniform look positively breezy. Her hair is pulled up into two immaculately braided buns, jewels woven in their securing bands. "N-Nothing. Just..."

"My lady," starts Aika. "Your lordly brother was worried his breath would smell. I was inspecting."

"Hehe, bad breath."

"I do no-" Totolili realizes the peril of stockings, as they provide no protection from a silencing stomp. "I do."

"Can we go see the Songstress? I think she's performing soon?"

Yoki's maid and butler look at one another with a smile. They give one hidden squeeze with their entwined hands, and rise with palms demurely against their laps. A curtsey, a bow. Toto, of course, stumbles through the more complicated gesture.

"Okay!" Yoki says. "This way!" Somehow, she makes an eager jog look cute, and her charges call her name in their chase.

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

resting your head on your partner's lap for ineffable wives funky sea slug Aziraphale edition?

Are sea angels sea slugs? :O I have no clue, either way, they're cute and freaky and live deep in the ocean so it doesn't matter.

(oh, I looked it up, they are! :D)

Warning: squishy things, Crowley in this au has a split tongue (because of course she does)

On with the fic!

--

"Angel, there you are, you're not in the usual spot." Crowley said as she walked along the shoreline, spotting the nearly-transparent yellow form of her girlfriend.

Aziraphale turned away from where she was looking out at the water to smile brightly at Crowley. "Oh, yes, sorry about that. There were some people nearby, and I dare not risk being spotted!"

"Ah, good call, good call." Crowley shrugged and moved to stand a few feet away from Aziraphale so she could lay down a towel. "Gonna just chill in the water today, or are you going to join me on the beach?"

"I shall join you! I'm moist enough to survive on shore for a few hours." Aziraphale smiled and crawled towards the large beach towel. "What books have you brought for me to read today, dear girl?"

Crowley sat herself down on the towel before removing her backpack, digging about in it. She pulled out some old Harlequin romance novels. "I figured you might get a kick outta some more... saucy material." She winked behind her shades.

Aziraphale took the books and looked at the covers, confused. "There are a lot of women on these books with tastefully torn clothing in the grasps of monsters."

"I know what I'm into." Crowley sniffed and pulled out some sunscreen, putting that on. She was not going to deal with another sunburn if she was going to chill with her girlfriend today.

"I am quite aware, Antonia." Aziraphale said, smugly, the little nubs on her head wiggling. Crowley felt her face burn and she stuck out her tongue, wiggling the split tips. "That's not helping your case."

"Blah, blah, blah, are you gonna ready about hot women falling for monsters to me or no?"

"Well, make yourself comfortable and I shall."

Crowley looked into her bag and frowned. "Damnit, I forgot my pillow."

Aziraphale looked over at her, setting aside the books, minus the one she decided was good enough to read today. "Oh? Do you need it?"

"Yeah, I like a comfy pillow under my head when you read to me, you know that."

"Well..." Aziraphale wiggled a bit, a dark shading of gold crossing her face. "Would you be comfortable enough to use my tail as a pillow? I understand that I am quite soft, you might like it."

Crowley stared at Aziraphale, swallowed hard. "Y-you sure?"

"Oh, of course! It's no trouble at all! Besides, I like when we touch."

"Ngk-! You can't just say-! Fine." Crowley huffed and moved to lay down on her back, head now on Aziraphale's lap. She felt herself shiver at how soft and weirdly squishy the tail was under her head. It was so much different from touching it with her hands.

She could feel things... shifting.

Merfolk were so weird.

But then again, so was Crowley for being super into this.

She seemed to ease up a bit when familiar fingers started to play with her curly hair. Then she heard Aziraphale started to read about Samantha and how she never knew what to expect when she went on this expedition, but she would never forget it.

She closed her eyes, listening to that lovely voice, trying to ignore the weird movements under her head, she'd deal with that later.

--

I am under the impression that Crowley, demon or otherwise, would so be into trashy, pulp fiction romance novels.

[karmaischerryred]

🍒 NSFW 18+

🍒 Dazai Osamu from Bungou Stray Dogs

🍒 x Fem Reader

🍒 A/N: Hello! This would be my first time posting my work here. I create fan fiction on a different website but I'm linking all my R-rated chapters or one-shots here; also for y'all to enjoy, to whoever finds this.

🍒 Background:

The story I published on the other website is a book of Fem Reader x Dazai One Shots of them doing ordinary (and sometimes not-so-ordinary) things a couple would do. It's kind of parallel to the events happening in BSD, but they're not in chronological order. Every six short stories, I'll be uploading an NSFW 18+ one, and this is the first. Reader's character is consistent all throughout the stories.

🍒 My inbox is always open for suggestions, though I can't promise fast productivity because I have classes :) Enjoy! xx

Y/n took another sip from her wine.

She grimaced as she swallowed the warm liquor, disliking the smell. Normally, she'd prefer champagne over this, but she had associated the sparkling drink with parties and celebration.

And nothing was worth celebrating about tonight.

Under the dark blue glow, Y/n sat on the couch overlooking Yokohama's city skyline. The clock reading almost forty-five minutes past midnight.

She pulled her silk robe tighter to her body. Even with the air-condition off, the breeze at an hour like this still managed to make her chilly. The alcohol was only doing so little to heat up her insides, and her uneasiness wasn't helping either.

Dazai had left her a message earlier that afternoon that he'd be home late. And that could only mean the agency had assigned him a job that so much required his ability; a job that was most likely dangerous.

Y/n trusted in his ability, and himself even without them. But she still couldn't help but worry about him at times like these. She didn't want to see him suffer terrible injuries, or at worst, actually die.

A sudden clicking from the door lock fortunately snapped her out of her building worries.

"You're awake."

Y/n placed her wine glass on the small side table, not turning to look at him. Instead, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back on top of the sofa's backrest, letting out a sigh of relief. "You know I choose to wait for you to come home."

Dazai walked towards her. "Ah, I wish you wouldn't. I would always come home to you no matter what."

She felt Dazai's arms rest on both sides near her head. Opening her eyes, she was greeted by her smiling boyfriend. His eyes glinted in reflection of the city lights right outside the big floor to ceiling windows in front of them. He looked extremely handsome under the teasing of the darkness.

How did she get so lucky?

He kissed her forehead, taking the time to inhale her scent, before making his way to lay on her lap. "Seriously, you should rest. I'll be busy often so you can't keep tiring yourself."

Y/n stroked his dark, perfect hair. "What was the task tonight?"

Dazai unconsciously drew circles on her thighs, the tip of his cold fingertips leaving goosebump on Y/n's already freezing skin. "Just had to er, capture a weretiger."

"The tiger that's been on the news?"

"That's the one."

"Why did they send you after it?"

"Him," he corrected. "The weretiger's an orphan's ability even he didn't know about. Poor boy scared everyone away at the orphanage, even himself."

Y/n let him continue. He might not proudly announce or show it, but she knew that he was growing to love his work.

The side that saves people.

He sat up and stretched. "Not even a scratch on me. Okay, Y/n? There's nothing to worry about."

She hugged him by the neck and kissed him right on his jawline, the most convenient place to land a kiss considering their height difference.

"Wait." He chuckled, standing up and pulling Y/n with him. "The job was done in a warehouse, I should probably clean up."

"All right." Y/n yawned and walked towards their bedroom. "I'll head in first while you go take a shower, you do smell like dust."

Y/n hung her robe by the door before sinking to relax on her side of the bed. She was grateful Dazai had been coming home more often recently. He'd sometimes choose to stay in the agency's dorm when there was too much work or when he felt like he was being closely observed by an enemy of some sort.

She closed her eyes, still trying to keep herself awake until Dazai joins her.

The door to the room swung open and she could hear his footsteps drawing closer. Dazai likewise found himself under the cool, white sheets and spooned Y/n, kissing her on the cheek while doing so.

"Y/n, you're hot."

"Thanks," Y/n mumbled sleepily.

He smirked. "Of course you are, but I meant your body temperature, kitten. Are you sick?"

She shook her head. "I maybe had too much to drink."

"You didn't have work to take home?"

"I drank while working until you arrived," she admitted. "It helps keep myself in check."

Dazai sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you not to brood so much."

Before Y/n could answer, she felt him lightly kiss her neck, his breath teasing the shell of her ear— her weakness.

"D- Dazai," y/n warned, doing her best to suppress a moan. "Aren't you tired from the job?"

She tried to control her breathing as she felt him go hard against her butt.

"I'm not tired," he assured, pulling her closer to him by the arm as his lips continued to plant soft kisses on her neck. "Turn around."

Y/n was sure her cheeks were flustered red by now. Good thing it was a little dark, with only the glow coming from outside the windows as their source of light. She turned to face him, now laying face to face.

He cupped her face with both hands. "You're too cute when you worry, but I'm sure you stress yourself enough at your internship."

She closed her hand around one of his and kissed it by the palm. "I don't mind. I want to wait for you."

Dazai smirked. "Then we must do something to relieve that stress, no?"

"W-Wha—? Dazai!"

In one swift movement, Dazai was on top of her, pinning her down with both hands at the side of her head.

"You're always so stubborn, Y/n." Dazai's lips hovered above hers. "But it's my turn now."

His lips pushed hard against hers, Y/n struggling to suppress a smile. Dazai rarely asked for them to do 'it' and like today, he'd usually find a way to pin the need on her benefit.

"You're playing hard to get, huh?" He kissed the area between her breasts, his hand finding its way underneath her tank top.

"Why can't you ask for this like a normal person?" Y/n moaned as he continued to play with her breasts.

He hummed in amusement, now tracing a finger from her nipple down to the hem of her pajama shorts. "Because I'm not a normal person, love."

Y/n held her breath as Dazai's fingers circled around her clit.

"So I'm going to make you ask for it." He kissed her on the forehead and pushed a finger inside her without warning.

On instinct, Y/n gasped and closed her eyes at the sensation. He was too good with his hands that even though she wasn't an ability user, she could suddenly almost understand how it would feel like to be nullified by his touch.

"No." He grabbed her gently by the jaw with his free hand, making her open her eyes. "Look at me."

"Dazai..." was all Y/n could muster through her moans as he continued to flick his finger from inside, and that's only one. She barely held his gaze as her own eyes would threaten to retreat at the back of her head.

"Yes?" He stopped abruptly.

Before she could stop herself, Y/n screamed out, "No!" And immediately avoided his gaze.

Ugh.

"You were saying something?" Dazai started again, now going for slow thrusts with the same finger. It was sliding in and out easily now that her body had given in to him, betraying her mind.

"Now that you started it," she seethed. "Please."

Even though he was still climbing back to the quicker tempo he had earlier, Y/n squeezed his free left wrist, signaling to him that she was close.

Dazai's love for control flashed over his dark orbs, he loved it even more when it involved applying it to Y/n in bed. "Please, what?"

He pushed another finger inside her, his other hand teasing Y/n's bottom lip before inserting two twin fingers into her mouth.

Y/n sucked on them to conceal her moans. She was reaching a different kind of high compared to how close she was a few seconds ago.

"F-Fuck—" Y/n struggled to talk now that her breathing has quickened, mimicking the pace of Dazai's fingers, while also still trying her best not to break their gaze.

Her body went rigid as she clenched around him, her fluids slipping past his fingers and onto the bed sheets.

Dazai took his fingers out of her mouth and covered it to muffle what was almost a scream from her, while his other hand continued to work their magic from below. His weight now slightly pinned half of her body down as she squirmed, overcoming her orgasm.

Once she was done, he retrieved his fingers and stretched them out with a smirk on his face, admiring the fluid dripping from them. "Can you talk properly now?"

Tears were forming at the corners of Y/n's eyes. She was already too sensitive down there, but she wanted more of him.

It could only get better than this.

"Please," she said with a shaky breath. "Fuck me."

"I love seeing you helpless like this." Dazai pulled out his member and stroked the tip with the wetness from his fingers. "Your wish is my command."

He grabbed a pillow and placed it underneath her butt to elevate the lower part her body, since she was smaller and shorter than he was.

They kissed again as he thrust inside, slowly but hard.

Y/n gasped into his mouth but he was quick to claim it again. His elbows resting at her sides, barely pulling out of her as he continued to stroke deeper and deeper into her insides.

She grabbed his hair as they continued to make out, fortunately stifling their moans for their neighbors not to hear. Every stroke made her eyes water up more as she reached for her second orgasm.

"Dazai," Y/n whispered in between kisses. "Faster."

He pulled away and grinned.

"Good girl." He pressed his lips on hers before rising to support his weight with his hands. "Safe word if it hurts, okay?"

Y/n nodded as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. She tried to grab at the pillow underneath her head, but Dazai reached for her hand and held on to it instead.

No sound came out of her mouth as she struggled to regain proper breathing, even though she was very near screaming her brains out. Dazai, too, was close to reaching his peak with his own moans muffled on to his shoulder.

She couldn't feel anything else with the rest of her body except for the part that's being pleasured greatly down there. She was so wet she could hear the sound liquid with every stroke, together with the sound of skin slapping against each other.

She squeezed his hand to signal him again. "Dazai, fuck!"

"Me too," he said, focused. "Fuck, I love it when you're loud."

"Cum in me."

"What?" He started to thrust rougher at the same fast-paced jolts. It was starting to hurt but it turned her on even more.

And he knew this. He brought a hand up to her clit and started rubbing them.

"It's safe today," Y/n tried to catch her breath. She was dangerously close now that Dazai had done his final trick.

Her back arched as she arrived at her second orgasm, a bit more intense than the first one. She could feel Dazai empty himself into her, his jaw clenched as he slowed down.

He collapsed into her arms, whimpering in satisfaction. "You feel so good, Y/n."

She was too breathless to speak, her legs were shaking and she was throbbing down there. Y/n was in ecstasy, but the exhaustion came crashing down quickly to her.

"I'll go get you water." Dazai stood up and took a box of tissues from the dresser to clean his member off before tucking it back inside his boxers. He then left the room.

He came back with a glass of water, and assisted Y/n to sit up.

She took the glass gratefully and began chugging down the water. She then placed the glass on the bedside table once she was done, trying to get her breathing right.

Both of them shared a smile as Dazai tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You know I fucking love you, right?"

Y/n nodded. "And you love fucking me."