On a date w the adulttrio but they're needy
Illumi
He's usually so good at controlling his urges. Something about being away for so long and seeing you, you were so mean. Wouldn't even let him kiss you until you went out, so it's no surprise when you see him start to adjust his waistband under the table.
It's not too much later before you feel his hand on your thigh and before the food can even get to the table he has your leg over his and his pointer finger doing circles on your clit.
You take a sip to cover the moan you feel slide up your throat while your other hand finds solace in Illumi's hair. He acts unaffected but you can tell by the small sweat raising on his brow that he's barely holding back. You lean over to kiss him but the sudden force of his middle finger in your cunt knocks you off course.
He keeps a steady pace, slow and not nearly enough for either of you to be satisfied yet you whine at the absence when he pulls his hand away.
"Lumi..?"
"Not now....that wouldn't be much fun for me now would it?"
Illumi's voice purred into your ears lowly, sucking on his fingers for even the slightest taste of you.
"I promise, I'll take good care of you once we're home."
Hisoka
When is he not on the edge of busting a nut?
He promised you a nice romantic dinner, trying to take things slow and be intimate but he could already feel the tightness in his pants as soon said his name.
"Hisoka, are you even listening to me?"
"not really, no."
He scoffed when you slapped his arm and listened as you repeated yourself, yet his mind couldn't help from slipping. Everything you did tantalized him. The way sat, your dress sitting pretty and high on your thighs and all he could think about was devouring you.
Hisoka really did try to listen to you, honestly. But it was becoming increasingly difficult to sit with the hardness growing in his pants. He situated himself again and was focused on you once more.
That was until you leaned over, reaching for something on the table and he felt you brush against him, the friction and the warmth radiating off of you was too much. He knew you knew as well from the way you placed your hand between his thighs, resting on the seat while you were trying to act innocent.
Of course being who he is, Hisoka couldn't let you have all the fun teasing and he delighted in the soft gasp that left your lips when you felt him under the table and his head up your skirt.
"Please be quiet ma cœur, this will only take a second."
Chrollo
He's a gentleman, he'd try to just indure it until the appropriate time. Of course you knew what was best for him and he didn't stop you when he felt the warmth of your hand on his pants.
His face became red with every soft palm of your hand, his hand coming up to cover his mouth. Even like this he looked so sophisticated. He was doing so well, he even began to order. That was until you took his distraction to your advantage.
Chrollo choked on his words as he felt you bare hand wrap around his dick. He hurried his way through the rest of the order trying to maintain his facade but the redness on his cheeks continued to grow.
He could barely keep himself relaxed as you began to move your hand agonizingly slow on him. He whispered small 'no's and broken whimpers of 'please' trying not to make a scene. He composure fell completely though, when you leaned over and spit directly onto his top, rubbing it in small circles.
The moan that fell from his lips was angelic as it rang through your ears while he dragged you out of the restaurant.
"but I wanted food..."
"later."
Was all he could muster before he was dragging you into the nearest alleyway.
"You'll be the death of me, darling."
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