Chainsaw Man the Anthology | One-shots

XI'S HAREM 🛥️ Prompt Five: "Sugar, Yes Please" (🔞SMUT🔞)

WARNINGS AND INFO:
- This is a smut chapter, so there's obviously adult content, intended for mature audiences! (🔞+)
- It's "porn with a plot" so there's a lot of story too.
- A bit of a slow burn until the actual sex.
- This is also my first time writing smut with characters who have female anatomy, and despite the fact that I also do, I don't think i'm that good at it. In other words, please be nice to me I tried.
- Also, it's my first lesbian orgy prompt!
- Sugar ('mommy') dating AU, but less weird ^.^
- Fun Fact: this is the longest prompt I have done so far...it's over 15.5k words and 34 pages LMAO!

A/N —> I'm not used to writing something like this, particularly with this "sugary" theme, so please go easy on my poor soul, as I'm just trying to be creative. I don't really know much about the whole "sugar" business and I don't feel like putting that in my search history lol, so I'm just winging it!

For reference, this is an AU. Its plot is separate from anything I've written, as well as the original author. Also, Quanxi (resident 'sugar mommy') is 30 years old and a wealthy heir to a company owned by her parents, and her 'sugar babies'  are the girlies of the harem, who are 25-27 years or so.

*modern or current year instead of 1997 canon.

I hope you enjoy! xoxo, Lav   ͡° ͜ ʖ ͡ ͡°

[Sugar mommy!Quanxi x Sugar babies!Harem]  + Tatsuki Fujimoto for image ~

"SUGAR, YES PLEASE"

Her unpatched eye twitched as she flicked a droplet of solution into it as an attempt to cool it down from the burning. The room was stuffy, hot, somewhere between a sauna and the desert. Although the two things were parallel in temperature, one was moist and the other dry; despite the sweat beadlets dancing down Quanxi's skin, her dry eyes were proof that the weather couldn't make up its mind, whether it wanted to be wet or dry. How could it be so hot in an indoor studio anyway? If she left the window open that would suck, considering it was her studio apartment and she had to pay for the utilities herself, no wife to split the cost each month.

Not that it was an issue though—money, that is.

Quanxi had been single for an insurmountable number of years, and the virtue of a relationship seemed unlikely to perturb that frozen, rock heart of hers, but it did get lonely in the big city, as ironic as that was, given that everywhere the eye saw was life.

A place where lights decorated the night skies, cheering each other on with every flicker from a passing bird or large bug. They twinkled like little man-made stars, shining brightly through the thick smog that most city-goers didn't realize nor care they were breathing in; whether it polluted their lungs or the Earth, people didn't care if it meant they could recline from their metal-barred balconies in Paris with a coffee in hand, newspaper spread over lap, or in New York, where the so-called 'American Dream' sprung opportunities from dry soil, or so they said, or in the soda can apartments of Tokyo, where your arm could extend one full wingspan of length before it crashed into the blank, white walls like a box. But Quanxi wasn't in any of those cities.