Here's a smutty one~
Rain Being Fucked by Aether During a Movie, the ghouls are pretending everything's fine meanwhile Dew plus swiss are Making dirty jokes? bonus if Rain is laying on dew's thigh~
anon they're ALL smutty, nothing in my askbox is wholesome rn
needy/wet/desperate rainy coming right up
xx
“Alright” Aether manhandles Rain onto his lap, ass up and face shoved into Dew’s thigh. He’s been teasing Aether for the past thirty minutes of the movie they’ve all sat down to watch; nuzzling into his neck, running his hands up and down his arms, staring at his profile through long lashes.
Aether’s normally endless patience is thin today. If Rain wants to get fucked, then fine.
He shucks Rain’s pants and underwear halfway down his thighs, just far enough to uncover his ass, free his half-chubbed cock, and expose his already leaking hole.
“Horny little thing,” Aether comments. Rain trills into Dew’s leg, arching for Aether’s touch.
Swiss smirks from where he’s currently curled around Sunshine on the loveseat. “Called it! You owe me ten bucks,” he says into her hair. She grumbles and smacks him on the arm.
Rain’s face flushes a deep violet. He grinds into Aether’s leg, soft little circles that already have him panting. Aether strokes a finger down the cleft of his ass. Deliberately and antagonizingly slow. He doesn’t miss the way Rain clenches around nothing, more slick drooling down his taint.
“So needy, raincloud,” Dewdrop mutters, running a hand through Rain’s messy hair. The water ghoul bites back a moan and nods fervently against Dew’s thigh.
Aether dips a finger past the ring of muscle, sighing at cool wetness of his body. Rain has to stop himself from wailing as he crooks his finger in just the right way, no preamble. Aether pumps the digit in and out a few times, fast and dirty.
It’s a stark contrast to his usual doting and loving touch. But the way he does it like he’s bored, like it’s inconveniencing him—well, it makes Rain fucking throb.
Before Rain can let another groan escape his lips, the quintessence ghoul’s calloused hand pushes his mouth into Dew’s sweatpants, fully muffling him with the fabric.
“Be quiet and maybe you’ll get what you really want,” he whispers, shoving another finger inside him.
If Rain wasn’t completely filled out and leaking before, he is now. He claws into the couch cushions, drawing quick breaths through his nose.
And so it goes on like this; Aether fingering him while he silently wails and bites at Dew’s thigh. He ruts feverishly against Aether’s lap by the time he’s got almost four fingers inside, stroking ruthlessly.
Rain’s absolutely soaked everywhere—drool making a wet patch on Dew’s pants, precum and slick soaking into Aether’s. Mountain has to subtly turn up the volume on the TV multiple times. The others remain wholly unaffected by Rain’s display, despite him getting fingered within an inch of his immortal life.
“Aethe,” Rain rasps, as quiet as he can muster. He’s got his cock pinned between Aether’s thighs now as he fucks back onto those thick fingers. “I can’t—fuck—I’m gonna—” He has to clamp a hand over his own mouth and squeeze his eyes tight.
Aether puts a hand on his lower back, forcibly stilling his movements. Rain’s left teetering on the edge. He wants to whine, scream even. But he knows he can’t. He’s shaking, tiny tremors wracking his thighs and belly.
“Not yet,” Aether hisses.
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