Call me Dan. | Alt account so I can post degenerate stuff here. | Mainly yu(u)mejoshi stuff, sometimes feminisation. But I also enjoy Swing and Skully together (no specific positions; 🎃🪙🎃) | I don't draw r18 stuff a lot but I do reblog often. | Main: @Idanielions | Minors do not follow. If I've been notified I will block immediately. | Personal use of my artworks is allowed. However, AI training is not allowed. | Commission is open : https://daniescommission.carrd.co
Ruggie is the only guy to have elite ball knowledge of the two finger tongue combo. 🙂↕️ I know a real eater when I see one!!!! Everyone else in NRC pales in comparison to him. Although perhaps Jamil and the eels could prove as rivals… the eels due to their long tongues (those cheaters…) and Jamil because there’s no way he isn’t an excellent eater!!!!!
But omg Ruggie… he’s so handsome in this outfit waaaa. >\\\\< he’s wearing fingerless gloves for a reason~~
Synopsis: A sneak peek of the lives of our beloved camboys!
Warning! Porn no plot, camboys, masturbation, strip tease, orgasm denial, edging, lingerie, food play, sex toys (dildos and vibrators), nipple play
Riddle Rosehearts
Riddle would be the type who rewards his viewers based on how they do
A striptease would be his frequent content. Starting the live fully clothed and ending it with nothing but cum on his stomach
Riddle wasn't fond of the idea of selling his body to the internet. He found it repulsive when Cater suggested it to him. It's not like he needed the money for him to stoop so low! However, it did pique his curiosity.
He started watching others first—flushing red at the sight of such obscene things. And yet, it always brought a rush towards his lower region. Riddle began imagining himself in such a position… And eventually, he decided to give it a try.
Due to his reluctance, Riddle chose to hide his identity, wearing a simple black mask with a rose ornament. However, he never really got to the part where he needed to get naked. It was a rough start for the poor boy. A few viewers enjoyed his little lessons. Unfortunately, not many shared that sentiment. It wasn't until a viewer got an answer right and requested for him to remove a piece of clothing. And from then on, Riddle decided to tease his viewers while also lecturing them.
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“A-and would anyone happen to kn—mmph! know the answer for number tw—!”
A sharp gasp escaped his throat when the vibrator inside shifted into his prostate, rendering him back into a whiny mess. A flood of comments rushed in, answering mindlessly as a way to have their request fulfilled. It's a miracle Riddle can even comprehend their answers, scrolling to find one who was correct.
“Ten-tentacles004 answered it cor—fuck!” Once again the vibrator shifted deeper, causing him to hold onto the table that held his camera. He was panting directly onto it as he let the toy push him towards the edge.
[Tentacles004] Ah, no cumming~ Make sure to fulfill that for me, okay?
The request was torturous, but Riddle wasn't one to disappoint. He tried to control it, and he will for the enjoyment of his audience. “Ha… anything for you all. Now, sh-shall we solve another?”
Trey Clover
Trey became known as the baker with a really soothing voice; his audience loved the praise that slipped from his mouth
And who doesn't want to watch him bake naked?
It started as an innocent baking channel, honestly. Trey knew about the industry, but he just didn't care enough to join.
But of course, Trey is a curious man. He researched deeper and saw the many thirsting over dudes in aprons. He can bake, and he also has an apron. Why not make some bank while showing off his muscles?
People loved his voice. They also loved his huge pecs. Trey is one to hide his identity as well—keeping the camera up until his chest so his face wouldn't show. And the audience eats it up. They especially love it when Trey wears his ‘Kiss The Baker’ apron while he's butt naked underneath.
He really hit the gold mine with the people who were into food play. They all had requests that sometimes made him question why he was doing it in the first place. Then he's reminded of the thousands of madols he makes each livestream.
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Trey couldn't believe whipped cream could be used on the body, and yet, here he was covered in it. He was once decorated in red icing with the message “Manslut” written across his chest, and now, the viewers demanded him to be covered in whipped cream. The white cream adorned his chest—some of it slowly falling as he kept breathing heavily.
His fingers flicked the hardened bud, causing him to groan in response. Trey has been playing with himself for god knows how long. Our sweet baker here got a thousand madol requests to make himself come through nipple stimulation only. Was such a thing possible? It could be from how sensitive he is by now.
“Mmph! Mmm… Nghh!” His whines were muffled by the mittens shoved in his mouth as he pinched his nipples harder, the sticky feeling of the whipped cream adding to the pleasure.
He needs to make himself come fast. There's another thousand madol worth of requests waiting for him~
Cater Diamond
His content is spontaneous; most viewers won't even know what will happen until he's live!
A showstopper and will leave you hanging by the end. It's how he keeps millions of viewers hooked on him
He did it for fun. What do you expect from him? Cater loves the attention. He adores it when people fawn over him.
The moment he discovered the industry, Cater immediately bought all the things he would need. He wasn't one to waste time—setting up his account and starting the live the moment everything was set up.
People enjoyed his spontaneity. They loved the surprises Cater had for them. Every live was different from the other, and they couldn't stop watching. What made him more appealing was his willingness to try out every kink. Yes, he has some boundaries, but he's mostly open to everything!
Anything goes once Cater is live.
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Cater isn't one to back down from a challenge. Once a viewer suggested he try one of those monster dildos, he was sold. Sprinting to the nearest sex shop to purchase a dildo that could reach his throat.
Right around now, with half of the dildo inside of him, maybe it was too much. Sevens, he felt so full. Cater has already lost his mind, and he hasn't even started fucking himself! He already came twice just from slowly easing it in. With each inch disappearing inside of him, he felt himself getting more delirious, spouting nonsense and barely coherent.
But Cater doesn't disappoint. He will see this through to the end and is determined to give his audience an unforgettable show.
“Keep watc—Ha, shit! Keep your eyes on yo-your favorite slut, okay~?”
Ace Trappola
Arrogant yet easily broken. Everyone loved how cocky he could get, only for him to become a whiny mess by the end of it
Would literally make his viewers broke by asking for more donations for just a simple show
Ace would try anything once in a while. Once boredom strikes, he'll find anything interesting.
The moment he discovered being a camboy, he was absolutely stoked. He gets to masturbate and get paid for it? Sign him up!
The people loved his boyish charm. They fell in love with how confidently he carried himself. His audience also adored it when he started crying and babbling nonsense. Ace may milk his audience dry, but it was certainly worth it
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“Haa! Don't you wa-wanna make your good boy come? Plea—fuck… please, make me come!”
Ace was the most beautiful when he begged for something. His legs spread open towards the camera as two vibrators were shoved up inside his ass. Its intensity was controlled by the amount of donations his viewers make, and it seems they enjoy edging him more than anything else.
Larger donations would come once in a while to keep him on edge, while the smaller donations had him begging for more. His cock was aching from being neglected for so long. Sevens, someone save him!
Keep those donations coming! Or not. Do whatever you wanted with him♡
Deuce Spade
His innocence instantly won the hearts of many. They loved how they could ask for anything, and Deuce would follow through without complaint
Favored by those who loved crying men—his tears have brought many to ecstasy
Oh, he knows about this industry. Deuce was just hesistant to join. While looking for a new streamer to watch, he came across Ace's page and may have watched for a little while…
Did he ever ask Ace about it? No. But did it give him the confidence to join? A little.
The thing is, Deuce was a bit shy to just suddenly start masturbating in front of the camera. Being naked in front of hundreds of people was mortifying. Which is why Deuce would always keep his clothes on as he began doing livestreams.
Viewers enjoyed the change of pace. Watching a needy man dry hump a pillow was refreshing. Seeing him fully clothed also left everything to the imagination, making his audience come back for more.
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Deuce has decided to treat his viewers to something special as a thank you for reaching one of his milestones. The clothes he wore were sheer—the outline of the lingerie underneath could be seen. While he was essentially showing more skin, he felt a bit more comfortable knowing he still had clothes on.
His hand moved quickly as he palmed himself through his pants, his precum already staining them. The bralette he wore was far too small for him, digging into his skin as he breathed harder.
Ding!
[Cherry67tricks] Could you please take off your shirt?
Ah, the viewers were hungry for more. His free hand slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing more of the navy blue lingerie underneath it. It looked so pretty on him that the donations started to come quicker than he could count.
It seems Deuce has awakened something new for his viewers.
Does he like boobs or butts? Just ask him!
Heartslabyul x fem!reader | All characters are 18+ | suggestive, objectification
Riddle Rosehearts
As often as he turns up his nose in refusal to answering something so vulgar... Riddle loves boobs!
Riddle usually claims to have no preference when it comes to physical assets. But that's not true. He's just trying to be modest. He was raised to be a gentleman no matter the circumstance!
He doesn't have a defined size that he prefers but this love of breasts would stem from his mommy issues...
He does like resting his head on your chest when he gets the chance. Even when you give him a hug and the soft mounds press against him it's like a fire ignites in his chest.
Sometimes Riddle's eyes will wander down to your chest during a conversation. Especially if you wear a tight top or thin material...
Riddle can sometimes see your bra. Making mental note of the color, design, style, ect. Of course after getting an eyeful; he'll do the gentlemanly thing and offer you something to cover up.
The sight of your chest should only be for him.
Trey Clover
Trey usually laughs at this question when he gets asked, but... Trey loves butts!
Trey loves when you eat. Especially when all the weight you may gain goes straight to your hips, thighs, ass, ect.
He has a trad male mentality when it comes to the assets on a woman that he likes. Child bearing lower body... Thank the Seven. He blesses everything he bakes for you.
He would like if your butt was bigger but his love for you isn't defined by that size!~!
He tries not to be obvious about it being his favorite part of you. Sometimes he rests his hands on your hips, or he gently pats your ass when walking past you...
Sometimes he can't help but let his eyes wander when he walks behind you. He never makes any wild comments, he keeps them to himself or uses it for masturbation material for later.
You start to figure Trey out when you realize how often he likes feeling up your butt during foreplay. That and Trey likes doggy style during sex. Getting to hold your hip and sometimes using your hair like a leash.
Cater Diamond
Cater is usually indifferent about this kind of thing, and yet... Cater loves butts!
Cater thought he was more interested in boobs but his sexuality helped him figure it out since he has no real attraction to a persons gender. And more often than not; breasts are a female asset.
The first time he had sex and the more he watched porn the more he realized that he liked butts of all kinds. And with a variety of porn and partners he got to experience it too.
Cater doesn't really care about the size or shape but he likes cute and small ones! It fits nicely in his hands and he can make a heart with his fingers on the soft flesh.
He wouldn't hide the fact he likes butts if you ask him but he might sugar coat it in case you feel insecure. You shouldn't feel insecure though he wants to be inside you either way.
You can wear matching underwear with him and take pictures. It'll be cute trust him... Get matching underwear with him or you're getting temporarily removed from his 'close friends' on MagiCam.
He does gas you up when the two of you are intimate. Sometimes asking for pictures with a pleading emoji or a string of hearts. Cater never wants you to be uncomfortable but he wants to help you get comfortable if possible.
Ace Trappola
Ace is pretty shameless when you ask him about this... Ace loves boobs!
Porn is all he knows when it comes to preference in women's assets... But the more he gets to know women he realizes what wonders the world holds for him.
He doesn't really like bigger boobs nor does he care for them. He actually likes smaller ones that fit in his hand! Modest size or average is good.
He likes playing with your nipples during sex and he commits the image of your chest to memory. Having small boobs and asking for a tit job is amazing for him. Why you may ask?
Because it makes his dick look bigger. If you have big boobs it engulfs him and he fears cumming faster. But with small boobs it's almost like an ego boost for him and he likes the sight of your face when he rubs his dick between the valley as you press your tits together for him.
He does like locker room talk but he never talks about you to his friends. Commenting on porn stars and trading links with friends but for the sake of conversation. He loves you a lot and he doesn't want his friends to see you in a sexual way.
You're his girlfriend, not theirs.
Deuce Spade
Deuce says he loves your 'personality'... Deuce loves boobs!
He usually avoids sexual conversations with friends just because he clams up and gets bashful over it. Deuce has very limited interaction with women other than his mother.
He does watch porn of course and he does notice where his focus drifts to in the videos.
He likes big boobies! Deuce can't help the sight of cleavage and how his primate brain activates. Please keep wearing that bodycon dress with a low cut top.
Deuce will always say he loves your personality and your smile and how smart you are but deep down he wants to suck your nipples so bad. Please let him palm your tits during foreplay and play with your nipples.
He wouldn't really be into titjobs/paizuri he just likes massaging them in his hands and making you feel good. But if you aren't into it he can adapt.
Even if you have a smaller size, that won't change the fact he wants to leave hickies all over your chest.
heheh um you said Riddle is bottom coded to you, but I am a dom!Riddle truther so might I request that?
i don’t think I sent in a request previously but if I did ignore me lol
★In The Hands of Your Majesty★
Synopsis: Dom!Riddle headcanons♡
Warnings! Porn no plot, soft dom!Riddle, blindfonds, mentions of inappropriate use of collars, cunnilingus, praise kink, cum eating
A/N: oh i love this one since we can explore a bit more with Riddle's dominant side! its not often others would classify him as a dom
I just want to say that both sub and dom versions of Riddle exist since, to me, the other can't exist without the other
While I can definitely see him start out as someone who's submissive given he doesn't have any prior experience, I can also see him as someone who would want to explore a more active role during sex
Riddle is someone I'd categorize as a pillow princess but who would also have this drive to please
As we all know, he is someone who puts a lot of effort into things even if they seem ridiculous to others, and so, I believe he'd be the same to the needs of his partner
He's more of a soft dom in my eyes—eager to give and please you
Riddle has waited for this moment—the chance to finally be the one in charge! It took him a while to get the courage he needed, and with your help, he seems a bit more confident.
His fingers danced along your skin, dragging down until he had reached your core. Every soft hitch of your breath was a signal to him that he was doing good. Silent approvals from you were enough to encourage him further.
“Like this? I need you to tell me clearly…”
Despite his gentle touches, his words held a commanding undertone. He made sure you had no other choice but to obey him.
He has a very commanding presence, and like in the drabble, it's hard not to follow what he says
Albeit his reluctance to boss you around during intercourse, he can't seem to control himself because of your obedience
I'm not one to integrate this behavior of his into what I think he'd be like as a dom; however, he is someone who likes control, so it isn't far-fetched for it to translate to how he would act during intimacy
Riddle has struggled to believe you would be okay with a more controlled setting. You were willing to have a collar around your neck while he bossed you around! Are you insane?!
“My rose, I don't think you must go this far…” The concern in his voice was evident. A million questions ran in his mind—what if you dislike it? What if he goes too far? You can't possibly be alright with this.
“Riddle, I promise you it's fine. I want this and it's not something I would hate you for, okay? If you're not comfortable with it, we can always stop.”
Oh, how he adored you. The way you would always put him first before your own needs sometimes makes him feel guilty. It's not often you ask for anything, so he might as well indulge you.
“No need. Just… maybe not with a collar for now.”
Would never degrade you, and I mean it
Riddle has only uttered praises for you, and it will remain that way
I guess it's because he doesn't see the need to critique something as intimate as sex
Riddle learned that there isn't any right way to do this. All he needs to do is enjoy and be present in the moment with you
Your head buried into the pillows as your hand gripped the sheets below you. Fuck, you can barely think straight with Riddle going slow and deep inside you. His arms caged you while his hips thrust deeper into you.
“Such a good girl for me…”
His lips traveled from your exposed nape down to the curve of your spine, making you shiver in response. Sevens, you didn't know Riddle could make you into a whining mess just like this. And you have barely started at all!
Contrary to popular belief, he is experimental but tends to lean over to the more tame stuff
Was absolutely horrified when you mentioned being tied up and everything!
Although he likes it on him, he just can't seem to do it to you
Blindfolds however…
“Riddle? Where are you?”
Your voice echoed in the empty room, a bit shaky from the arousal that has been building up inside you. Riddle seem to just love teasing you. Putting you in a blindfold and seemingly disappearing right after. You can hear the faint thud of his heels, adding more to the excitement you were already feeling.
You could hear him snickering, his footsteps getting louder as he approached you. A gloved hand held your chin, tilting it up so he could examine your face. “You look stunning despite the cover on your eyes…”
His finger dragged along your neck down to the first button of your shirt, popping it open to expose more of your skin. A soft whine slipped past your lips as the cool air began to hit your skin.
“What shall I do to you, my rose? Do you have any idea?”
Of course he would ask you. Fuck, he's doing it again. And before you could even get an answer out, Riddle would've made sure all you could do is whine.
Honestly, he should do it more often.
To summarize, Riddle is someone who would struggle to handle the control given to him because of the things that have happened; however, it doesn't mean he's not open to it
Whatever you want, he'd give it to you without question as long as it's nothing too extreme
• He's a bit rough around the edges, but he's trying his best!
And now for my favorite, aftercare! This is more of a self-indulgent thing, but Riddle just LOVES eating you out after he comes inside you
HATE ME AND MY LOVE FOR ORAL BUT HE CAN'T SLEEP IF HE DOESN'T DO IT
Hickeys covered both of your bodies that glistened with sweat. The room smelled like sex, and it was making you dizzy. Not to mention the redhead between your legs who acted like he hadn't eaten for ages.
Your hands gripped his hair as his tongue plunged deeper, trying to get more of his cum out of your cunt. His hands moved your legs to have them over his shoulders, making it easier for him to bury his face deeper.
“Fu—! Riddle, sl-slow down!”
Is this even aftercare? It felt like he was trying to satiate his thirst for you. You could barely move your body from the hours you have spent being bent into different positions, and now he's trying to fuck you with his tongue?! Can't a girl get a breather?!
“I'm almos—mmph! finished… Just a little more.”
He should be glad that you have no more strength in your body to push him away…
Okay, for the actual aftercare part, he has towels and beverages ready before you even start
Cleans you real good, and you don't even have to lift a muscle
After all that cleaning, he'd climb back into bed and cuddle you in his arms
Like I said before, he'd do everything for you. He was once your pillow princess, so he wants you to experience that as well♡
Riddle needing to safe word in the middle of a hard scene from him domming and feeling too much like his mother,
Cut to Yuu stroking his hair and holding him close on their chest as he sniffles and confines his worries to them (it’s okay though, Yuu is going to make him feel safe the rest of his life!!)
Next night Riddle still wants to finish what they started so he lovingly eats out Yuu until they’re pathetic for him (now he’s the one holding them and calming them down with kisses)
I think your positions list was super creative and unique I loved it—
Can I req basically a lil longer one shot similar to the slow dance but with Riddle? I think it would be entertaining if yuu pavlov dog’ed Riddle into getting horny over basic things occasionally (ei; wearing a specific perfume only when they have sex and randomly wearing it to class)
No worries if this is too odd or anything, have a nice day x
-@cinderellaarchives, @cinderellasarchive
★Like A Dog★
Synopsis: There are certain things Riddle has associated with sex, and it has caused some trouble in his life! Why not help him?
Warnings! Porn no plot, Pavlovian conditioning, pillow humping, creampie, standing up sex, hints of cunnilingus, slight begging, voyeurism/exhibitionism
A/N: omg thats a really good idea not to mention riddle wouldnt even figure it out! i also saw this post on twt last time abt how they accidentally conditioned themselves to get horny when doing assignments bc they would like jerk off after completing one and i thought wow! riddle would totally be like this!
Riddle seriously did not know when this started. He can't pinpoint when he started feeling aroused whenever certain things happen.
Just the other day, you simply walked past him, and his body started to heat up! The familiar sweet smell that followed you had him pulling you to some empty classroom. Seriously, what was wrong with him?!
It doesn't even stop there. Whenever he would do his homework, he'd fidget uncomfortably. It was probably because you conditioned his body to anticipate pleasure after finishing his work—receiving all kinds of rewards for being such a hard-working boy.
And it so happened there was work due tomorrow. He has been at it for hours now! Riddle can't seem to finish it, his mind drifting to the ache between his legs. He has tried everything—jerking off, fingering himself; he even humped a pillow, but nothing was working!
His hands trembled as he reached for his phone, trying to dial your number while he continued to grind against his pillow. Fuck, why was your line busy?! He needs you now! Please pick up…
Just as he was about to cry out of frustration, he heard your voice. His body immediately straightening to beg for you.
“A-are you busy?” He was a coward. Riddle can't ask you out right to fuck him! It was improper…
“Just working on my essay. I'm almost finished, anyway. What's up?”
Sevens, you were so casual to the point that it was frustrating. He needed you to pin him down on the bed and use him however you wanted. Get the hint already!
“Mm, me too. I might n-need some assistance, however…”
Was it a lame excuse? Didn't matter. All that matters is that you come to his room now.
“Uh, yeah sure. Give me a moment.”
“Please hurry..!” Riddle immediately dropped the call, hoping you didn't hear the last part.
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You were already familiar with the dorm, easily finding your way towards his room. You knew to knock first before coming in; announcing your presence was a must to him. Although it surprised you that he didn't answer back. And so, you decided to just step inside—Riddle was probably too busy to even hear yo…
Oh.
That is… unexpected.
You didn't know Riddle had it in him to fuck a pillow? And he looks really good while doing it? Holy fuck???
He doesn't even realize you were there. He was mindlessly grinding on the pillow, muttering curses out of frustration. “You're having fun without me.” A playful pout was on your features as you walked towards him, arranging his chair to sit directly in front of him.
His movements stopped as he finally looked your way, his heart dropping at the sight of your smug attitude. “I… Please, I can't focus. I need release…” His whines filled the room, body arching towards you to tempt you to touch him.
“Mm, I want to watch you some more. If you impress me, I might help you.”
Riddle protested—you are the meanest person he has ever met! How could you force him to continue this torture?! Truly the worst person in this world!
Despite the boiling frustration, he obliged, moving his hips at a desperate pace. His head hung low, hands gripping the sheets below him and hoping this would please you enough.
“Riddle, look at me.”
His body obeyed immediately, head lifting up to meet your gaze. His cock twitched at the attention he was receiving—you were looking so intensely at him. He could practically feel your hands on him. His eyes rolled back at the thought of your touch, wanting it more than anything else.
“Please, I can't take it anymore! I—mmph! I need you…”
You could tell he was on the verge of tears. He must've been at this for hours now, poor thing. Well, you should reward him, right?
You stood up, pulling your pants and underwear down. “Come here, baby.” And come he did. Riddle almost stumbled as he made his way towards you, hugging you by your waist. Your arms wrapped his neck, pulling him towards your chest as you slightly adjusted your position.
“Can I? Please, been so good for you…” He barely did anything for you, but you'll let it slide for now. Your hand reached in between your bodies, aligning his cock to your entrance before letting it sink inside.
Riddle practically melted once he felt you clench around him, groaning on your chest before pressing kisses onto it. His arms around your waist tightened as he started to thrust up, eyes rolling back every time your cunt swallowed his cock.
It wasn't a secret that he was sensitive. It was easy to make the red rose tyrant come. Praise, a few simple touches—you can even just watch him, and he'll come! So it wasn't a surprise that he was already trembling and getting sloppy with his thrusts. Sigh, you must train his stamina next!
Your hands reached to cup his face, making him look directly into your eyes. “Wanna come, baby?” He loved when your voice gets so soft despite the situation. Riddle could only whine, forcing himself to not break eye contact with you.
Unfortunately, you captured his lips in a messy kiss, fingers tangling into his red hair to deepen it. His eyes rolled back to the point only white could be seen as his body convulsed. His hands gripped your ass, hoping to stabilize himself as he came inside you. It felt like forever until the last drop of cum was inside you. At this point, he was breathless, holding onto you for dear life.
His body slowly slumped towards the floor, utterly exhausted from that. You were right there, supporting him as he sat on the floor to regain his composure. “Thank you…” His eyes drifted to your thighs, his cum dripping.
Without thinking, Riddle pushed you down onto the carpeted floor and situated himself in between your thighs. However, you were quick to stop him, your hand gripping his hair to pull him away.
“Huh? But you always let m—”
“Uh uh, you haven't finished your essay, remember? Do that first and then you can eat me out.”
He was already someone who enjoyed doing his work, but this really gave him a boost of motivation!
Fem!Reader and Riddle fucking in the library except they have to stay quiet because it's still open
𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐱
Toxic (yaoi) lovemaking. That's all I have to say.
Parings: Riddle Rosehearts x Fem!Reader
Contents: Mature themes, public location, slight exhibition kink, unprotected sex, p in v, sloppy making out, degradation, slight Yandere shenanigans, not proofread because ts was written in my horny era, and more.
DO NOT READ MY CONTENT IF ANY OF THESE TRIGGER YOU, I REFUSE TO GET GOT JUST BECAUSE YOU READ THIS AND GOT UNCOMFORTABLE. The following content is for entertainment purposes only, and I do not condone illegal activities.
Can you not, for one miserable second, be such a pathetic little troublemaker? You come to him, begging and crying for help to study, and now you've got him tugging on your lip with his teeth because you couldn't keep your hands to yourself.
Now, the fabric of his black slacks are bunched at his knees while he ruts up into that greedy pussy of yours. "Must you be so obscene?" He murmurs, dragging his teeth to your neck in the process. One swift hand, bound by that usual leather glovelet, clamps over your mouth and nose to muffle that voice of yours. You should truly know better by now. You're in public, and he'd made it clear that part of your voice is only for him.
"M'sorry." You'd mumble, barely audible through his hand yet clear enough for him to hear with his proximity. "No, you're not." Riddle spat back, his thin brows furrowing as he considered biting down on your throat to shut you up. "Remember the place, Berrybud, and I might consider letting you have your head tonight."
Whether it's the annoyance in his voice, or the fact this his hips managed to pick up a little more speed, or that his free hand snaked a path for his arm to tightly wrap around you waist to hold you in place, he'd feel you squeeze him for just a sinful moment. You were so obvious with your tells, and now he knew just how much you were liking this. "You really are a shameless thing, aren't you?"
You'd nod, of course you would. And he'd take that as his cue to lift you onto the desk you'd been sitting at with him. If anyone walked in, he'd blame you for this mess. You were at fault, and you knew it. But that didn't stop him from caging you in his grasp and kissing you like a pathetic harlot. "I'll cum in you this once, but only because I'd rather not clean the mess. Understood?" And with your second nod, he grabs your chin to drag you to his gaze. "I love you." He murmurs, a soft thing that only gives you a moment to prepare for his hand to find your so-far neglected clit.
Fem riddle loves to suck on your breasts. Fem riddle who wakes you by sucking on your clit.
Fem riddle who turn red as you tongue fuck her mouth and rub your breast with hers. She moans and arches her back as you squeeze her breasts and suck them.
Fem riddle who is red all over as you spread her wide open rubbing your pussy against hers. Clits rubbing clits. Releasing and panting over and over.
Fem riddle who comes to you when she wants to try new things from books she read.
You were helping your dear friend Riddle with decorations for an unbirthday party. Since his overblot you guys became close. He insisted that this one he wants to prepare on his own but little company doesn't hurt either~.
"Housewarden where do the plates go?" Teasing him was of course part of it. "I told you so many times just Riddle it's fine, put them next to the tea sets please." He tried to be serious but his ears were constantly pink around you, so yes you knew your "friend" has a crush on you. But not wanting to make him uncomfortable or rush him you stayed silent. He is still trying to recover from his overblot and you could wait.
"Yee yee whatever you say Housewarden Riddle, and these cookies where do I put them?" Now that made him pause. Rule 769 clearly said cookies are not to be eaten on unbirthday party. He got closer to you so he can inspect them, noticing there is a note on the bottom.
"Riddle these are just for you, don't share, or do who am I to say what does the queen do nya~" The person didn't leave a signature but well nothing except a very big smile drawing but he knew who it was just by what was written. "Ridiculous honestly he just comes and goes as he pleases no respect at all." You could guess who he was talking about. Chenya made these pranks before. Just pops up and disappears. It made the queen mad and he knew it.
"Not fair you got special treatment, must be nice having someone make you cookies and hand deliver them to you." He deadpanned at you. Even if you're just teasing he should know that this isn't something he appreciates. Still he ate a cookie as an idea crossed his mind. "You want one so bad here take they taste nice." Taking a cookie he placed it on your lips. You stared at him for a second before eating it, getting a bit red yourself.
"At least they are tasty right?" He was still not amused but hey at least preparations are done and there is still time for him to go and change his clothes and—. Suddenly there was a wave of heat that crossed his body. He turned away from you trying to swallow and take breaths to calm it, but the wave just came again. And it was getting worse, his breathing becoming shallow.
This was breaking so many rules. Why in Sevens name would Chenya do this? What if someone sees him? What if you see? And then he remembered, you were helping him and he fed you— oh no—
"Perfect are you feeling alright—" The sight before his eyes will probably be very hard to get out of his head for the next couple of weeks. You were clutching your shirt for dear life, pupils blown wide trying hard to control your breaths. "Riddle what's this, why am I feeling like this?"
Poor Housewarden's heart skipped so hard. This shouldn't be the case. It was heavily inappropriate. What would students say if they saw you guys like this? He needed to hide you and him, and fast. It's minutes before anyone arrives and sees you. Taking your hand he pulled you up signalling to follow him. "We need to get away from here now, we'll take the round way back to my dorm room." You just nodded your pretty head too shocked at what is happening.
You successfully got back inside, almost got caught by Ace but Riddle threatened him with a collar if he is late to the party which made him sprint away in a hurry.
Finally behind closed doors he could relax and just wait for this disaster to pass. "Riddle I know this might earn me a collar for the rest of my life but let me help." He was shocked at how bold your request is. But not giving in meant he would be late for the party and that was against the rules. "Would that really be fine?"
You could hear the hesitation in his voice. He was terrified. What if you regret this? What if it's just the drug speaking? Sure he didn't want to break rules but your feelings were much more important to him. His mind was racing but looking at your face, there was no trace of doubt or hesitation just care and pure trust. Sevens, his body wanted to explode even more now. How dare you be so lewd and practically undress him with your eyes.
"No doubts I promise you, I'll make his highness enjoy his time." He pouted at the nickname as his whole face went red. He would never openly admit to you he liked such nicknames. You would tease him far too much.
It almost makes you laugh at how adorable he can be. Your body guided him to sit back on the edge of the bed. Spreading his legs you sat between them. "H-hey, wai-it Perfect." His hands grabbed your shoulders in a panic. He wanted it badly but it was so embarrassing. He fantasized about this he couldn't lie to himself. Specifically seeing how eager you are to please him is arousing.
Ignoring his words, you pulled his pants along with his boxers off being greeted by his erection staring back at you. A low moan escaped him when you kissed his tip. You tried to go slow but you were hungry and your lovely Queen looked so tasty right now. Gripping your hair he made you look him in the eyes.
"Don't tease me, you insisted it was okay don't go easy now."
And here you were thinking you were going too fast. Who was this and where did he put your Riddle?
His hand immediately gripped your hair when you closed your mouth around him. Precum mixed with spit leaking from the corners of your mouth. You're drooling and can't help it. He somehow tasted so sweet on your tongue.
He bucked his hips from time to time cursing under his breath how good your mouth feels wrapped around him. Tears began to prick at the corner of your eyes when you fully took him in your mouth. Your throat was burning from the harsh thrusts. It felt amazing.
You couldn't help yourself. You grinded your hips on his leg. He looked so pretty like this yet somehow he still looked untouchable and fully in control. Smirking down at your pathetic sight he positioned his boot on your sweet spot, chuckling when you made a choking sound and your eyes rolled. "Really that desperate? I'm not even doing anything and you're shaking from grinding on my boot and sucking me off."
Looks like your dear queen doesn't lose his sharp tongue even after he is balls deep in your mouth. Not like you were complaining and even if you wanted to your mouth was too full for that. But why are you so slow? He is getting impatient with the pace of things. Positioning his hips along your throat.
"Fuck~ you don't mind your dear Housewarden using your pretty face to please himself do you rose?"
You're full on sobbing at this point trying to get any air in your lungs. Unfortunately for you he was so close to cumming that it hurt. So be nice and sit still. Losing rhythm of thrusts as his grip on your hair pushed you down to his base so you don't spill anything. You finally got a chance to catch your breath wiping tears from your eyes.
"So pretty and obedient, get on the bed for me dear." His tone left no room for argument. Laying on his bed trying so hard to focus. Unlike him the drug was still hitting you but don't worry. Queen is merciful to those who follow the rules.
His hands gripped your thighs tightly as he slowly sunk into your heat. You are so wet for him your walls sucking him in deep. Soon lewd squelching sounds echoed in his bedroom. You are moaning how good it felt begging him not to stop. Pushing your knees to your chest pinning you in place hitting your cervix with each thrust. Shoving his tongue in your mouth.
With each thrust you were squeezing him tighter until you felt the coil in your stomach snap. Grabbing his back leaving marks that will take days to fade. Pulling away from his lips only to moan his name over and over. He slowly pulled out of you as he came on your stomach. It took five minutes of absolute silence for both of you to come back to your senses. He got five minutes before you began to tease him again.
"Your majesty I didn't expect you to have such a rough approach." He wasn't amused by your teasing. Instead he got up, put some water on a towel he had and wiped your stomach and himself clean, getting dressed like nothing even happened.
"If you don't stop with the teasing next time I'll make sure you can't remember what name you're supposed to moan. Now get dressed I'll wait in front of the room." He tried to act as natural as he did with the drug, but without it he couldn't help blushing. Then your brain registered it. Next time??
꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂
When you got back out the party was in full swing. Trey asking Riddle where he was and hoping it was okay to start with him. As Riddle was reassuring it was fine that he needed to take care of something you noticed Chenya smiling at you from a tree pointing at something. Looking in that direction you saw Ace putting a cookie in his mouth. "ACEE NOO SPIT IT OUT." Well looks like he'll get to know why you two were in such a hurry back inside.
A/N: This wasn't actually a request. But a prompt that I bounced off of. So I decided to repost it. Please enjoy.
tags: virgin!Riddle Rosehearts x fem!reader, aged up au (Riddle and Reader are both 18+), takes place after Book 7, self harm sorta, kinda sickfic?, mutual masturbation
wc: 4.3k+
notifs: @goldanrabbit + feel free to fill out my tag list for future works!
Riddle kept his steps hurried and light as he made his way down the long dirt path to Ramshackle. Resting against his chest with the support of his thin arms was a brown paper bag filled with an assortment of medicine, food, electrolyte powder, water, and anything else Riddle deemed necessary. You had sent him such a distressing text earlier that afternoon. It was a small string of sad faced emojis and you telling him how you were horribly sick. So sick that you would have to skip out on your evening tutoring session with the Housewarden. Riddle was quick to respond, assuring you that he had no qualms with coming to you instead. With the proper precautions of course to avoid infection.
But you politely declined. You claimed to be so ill you could hardly type any more. You finished the conversation with three skull emojis and stopped responding to his flood of concerned texts. Riddle only felt worse. Not only were you going to miss out on your education, but you were too weak to even lift your fingers! Riddle couldn’t leave you to lie in bed sick and miserable. So he took it upon himself to pay you a visit.
Riddle had yet to nurse anyone back to health nor did he have plans to do anything in that field. But it was worth it to know you would get better sooner than later. With his mother being a licensed physician Riddle knew enough tips and tricks to whip you back into shape after a day or two. “How did this happen? Was Grim unwell?” The Housewarden of Heartslabyul whispered under his breath with creased brows. Surely a beast cannot pass the sniffles onto a human person?
Maybe it was because the rickety little building gets so cold at night? He heard you complain in the past about the lack of heat and insulation. Riddle will have to arrange for you to come and stay with him in his dorm until the season grows warmer. Heartslabyul’s lack of rooms wouldn’t matter if he could ease you into the idea of sharing a bed with him. He would even sacrifice his own comfort and sleep on the floor if it meant you would be in better health.
Maybe the cause of your illness was your lack of nutrition? You always put Grim's stomach first when it comes to food. He was a vacuum. The beast consumed everything in sight; including what was on your plate. Thoughts swarmed in his brain, buzzing as his brows crinkled further at what could be the reason behind your decline in wellness. No matter the reason, Riddle will nurse you back to health so you won’t miss any more lessons with him. It was important that you showed up each time.
The Housewarden stood on the porch of Ramshackle. The wood creaked softly under his weight as he adjusted the paper bag against his chest. He wasn’t sure if he should call you or let himself in. He didn’t want to disturb you while you slept. You needed your rest and to rebuild your strength. Asking you to come to the door was foolish. And Riddle was aware of your ‘open door policy’. And so were many other male students on campus. He didn’t like it and he personally saw it as unsafe and left him with a lingering anxiety. You should consider your safety more often. Maybe the ‘open door policy’ is what led you to get sick in the first place. Regardless, he let himself into the dorm with a sigh.
Riddle decided he would talk to you later about locking the door. But first, he needed to feed you.
The red head stepped into the foyer and looked around as his eyes adjusted to the alarming lack of light. The thin curtains were drawn tightly shut, and there was no hide, nor hair of Grim running amuck or even napping anywhere visible. No blue flame or anything that Riddle could spot. Ramshackle was shrouded in faint darkness and comforting silence. Even the ghosts were away, as they did not come out to greet Riddle with polite tips of their hats. The situation became clear that you truly had planned to be unbothered today. Not expecting guests due to your ailments.
Meaning you must've sent both Grim and the friendly ghosts elsewhere to play for the time being. He glanced towards the stairs, hearing a sudden soft cry that pulled at his heart strings. Poor thing… To think that you didn’t want him to come over at all. Could be pride that stopped you from asking for help? Could it be that you feared his immune system couldn’t handle your sniffles? No matter the reason, Riddle Rosehearts is here to help.
“Alright…” He whispered and removed his shoes at the door, creeping through the dimly lit dorm and into the dining room. He emptied the contents of his bags onto the small table and looked everything over. There were three very large bottles of spring water. Nearly the size and width of your forearm and packed with electrolytes and things to encourage the restoration of your immune system. He brought gloves, disposable masks, emergency vomit bags, and a pack of plastic aprons in case you had any projectile fluids that may get on his clothes. He wanted to be prepared for any emergency that may befall you.
There was a small container of the reddest strawberries Riddle could find, along with plain cream cheese and big, fluffy croissants. It would be light enough for you to eat and keep down in case you were struggling with your appetite. And you needed to eat more fruit and drink more water in his humble opinion. Riddle looked over the spread of various medications next, feeling unsure of what you actually needed. Aspirin, melatonin, anti-nausea, mucus relief, vitamins of all varieties… Even a little bag of cough drops in an assortment of flavors. “She doesn’t sound like she has a cough, at least not that I’ve heard. Maybe it’s a migraine? But how severe?” He murmured as he peeled away his black blazer and draped it over an empty chair with a thoughtful hum. As he peeled off his black gloves, he looked over… Well, everything.
Including a roll of bright yellow caution tape to section off your room. It was loaded with germs that could contaminate the rest of Ramshackle. There were tissues, disinfectant wipes, disinfectant spray, cold patches, hot patches, sanitizer, and a little motivational ‘Get Well Soon’ card he picked up.
Was it too much? Of course not. Riddle felt under prepared for what illness you might have and mentally scolded himself.
The Housewarden started to purse his lips, now plagued with the thought of being too overbearing. After his Overblot, he had seen the error of his ways and how he could change. To avoid doing to others what his mother did to him. He squeezed his hands into tightly bunched fists. His nails dug roughly into his palms, bringing the sensation of pain to distract Riddle from the spreading feeling of guilt. With a sharp inhale Riddle relaxed his hands and grabbed the plastic carton of berries, vanishing into the kitchen.
Riddle rolled up the white sleeves of his uniform shirt as he rinsed the red fruit under cold water. He glanced up at the ceiling with a puzzled expression and a slight tilt of his head. As he turned his wrist with the fruit between his thin fingers, there was the sound of footsteps from upstairs. It sounded as if you had gotten up to search for something, only to return to bed shortly after. Maybe to retrieve a phone charger? Tissues? At least you had gotten back in bed. “Honestly, she should be saving her stamina. What if she collapses?” Riddle shook his head in disapproval before busying himself with the fruit. Again, more movement from upstairs. Riddle was starting to feel a bit frustrated that you wouldn’t lie still.
Being exhausted usually means being unable to even muster the strength to open your eyes, let alone get up. This time, there was the sound of something hitting the ground from above. As if out of frustration you had thrown something. “Is there a parade of pink elephants I’m missing? What on earth is she doing up there?”
He scowled and shut off the water. After setting the carton of strawberries on the counter to dry, Riddle began his trek upstairs to check on you. He thought of what would be the best course of action once he reached your room. To scold you? Should he use magic to put you to sleep until he finished downstairs? The options were abundant, until soon fading away as he listened to the songful moans dancing down the narrow hallway. All streaming out of your room. Those certainly didn’t sound like the cries of the ill. Riddle slowed his pace, his face growing hot up to the tips of his ears as he listened to you whimper, sob, and mewl with ecstasy. He caught his lower lip between his teeth to choke back the soft gasp threatening to bubble out of his throat.
The black uniform slacks he wore soon began to tighten in the front as he stood outside of your bedroom door. His posture going awkward as he looked around nervously. Maybe he was imagining everything. Riddle listened to your desperate please and the soft, wet squish of what he could assume to be your fingers plunged deep inside of… Something... Wet.
He cleared his throat before reaching for the doorknob. Riddle prayed silently to The Great Seven that he would keep his cool the moment he saw you. To silence the loud drum of his heart, to stop the cold sweat frying his nerves.
It didn’t work.
He pushed open the door with his hand now trembling, hearing the whimpers and cries of pleasure becoming more desperate the longer he listened. He cleared his throat again, much louder this time. His eyes, now wider than dinner plates, glued themselves to the wooden floor of your room as a shocked sound left your lips. As you began to babble out some sort of excuse, Riddle raised a hand to stop you, his other hand reached towards the bridge of his nose and pinched. “I am unsure as to why you chose such a perverse activity to do if you were feeling ‘so sick’ with not one, but three, skull emoticons.” He was scowling as his face only burned brighter. As red as the strawberries he brought. “To think that you would come up with such an excuse…” As you shuffled around, desperately trying to yank the covers over your bare form, Riddle lifted his slate gray eyes. How embarrassing, caught red handed. And the sound of the vibrator was starting to piss him off.
Riddle gasped softly under his breath as there was the soft slick sound of your fingers being pulled away from the soaked hole they were previously plunged into. And there was a soft click of the vibrator being turned off. The two of you were now in a deafeningly silent bedroom.
Part of Riddle wished you wouldn’t have hidden beneath the covers so soon. “How long were you-“ you could barely get the words out before Riddle stopped you once more. “Long enough to see that you aren’t actually ill.” You had caught your lower lip between your teeth as you propped yourself up against your pillows. Had you known Riddle would’ve stopped by anyway despite your protests, you would’ve tried to put on a more convincing act. Or at least make up a different excuse.
“Have you ever..?” Your voice was quiet as Riddle turned up his nose. A frown was pulling at the corners of his mouth. With his arms crossed over his chest he side-eyed you with disapproval. The silence lasted longer than you expected and you could feel your face start to burn. Has Riddle ever masturbated? “Well, of course I have! But I have no reason to engage in such lewd acts when I could spend that time furthering my education.” His tone was snippy, and you lowered your eyes, gazing over the front of his pants. “I find it unreasonable to miss classes for the sake of pleasure. I am not some… Animal in hea-”
“You’re hard, Riddle.” The deafening silence returned and the redhead refused to meet your eyes.
Riddle pivoted so you wouldn’t see him. Using his hand to cover his mouth as he processed your comment. Cheeks burning a deep crimson as he stared into the floor as if it was far more interesting than you slowly pushing the covers away. He didn’t answer you. You gently patted the bed, watching him slowly turn his head to peek over his slumped shoulder.
His feet remained firmly planted into the floorboards. You stared at him, watching his face continue to flush with rouge. Surely, if he’d wanted to leave, he would’ve done so by now.
He would have scolded you and slammed the door shut. But here he was, looking along the bare skin of your body, but never finding the glittering gaze of your eyes. Your dilated pupils. The air of excitement would only harden him further. Your voice broke the long pause of silence. “Do… You wanna join me?” For the first time since he’d walked in, Riddle’s eyes met yours. His eyes went from wide with a flash of excitement, only to be swiftly narrowed in annoyance.
“H-How can you say such careless things?! Do you realize what you’re asking of me?!” He shouted as you pat your hand against the plush mattress again. Riddle grit his teeth as your eyes remain locked. You smiled at him, cheeky and amused by his reactions as your eyes dipped to see a faint throb confined in his uniform slacks. “Of course I know. Because I meant it. How about this? You help me out really quick, then we can go right back to our usual study session, deal?” You suggested and your smile widened when you heard the hitch in his breath. But he didn’t answer.
“Or would you rather wait outside?” You slowly reached for your blankets, watching him take a brave step towards the bed. “No. I-I’ll help. If you insist.” He gulped, shuffling closer as his eyes found themselves watching your hands. They had abandoned their reach for the covers and instead rested on the mattress. He stood beside the bed, his heart so loud he thought his ears would pop. He admired your naked body in silence. The hills and curves, the plush of your flesh, the dull shine of your two longest fingers on your dominant hand, the rise and fall of your chest, the hairs that clung to your sweaty forehead, the tint in your cheeks, and the hungry way you looked up at him. Waiting for him to hurry up and join you.
He shyly unbuttoned his black pants; the loosened fabric brought him relief as the zipper was pulled down at the pace of a snail's crawl. His hands were still shaking as he watched you reach towards him and assist with removing his clothes. You were much quicker, tugging the garment down his pale thighs with motivation he had only seen during your study sessions together.
His red briefs were now exposed. And on the front was a small wet stain had blotted the fabric where the tip of his cock rested against the curve of his hip. Riddle watched your tongue swipe over your upper lip as those were tugged down next. The red head buried his burning face into his cupped palms. Peeking down at you through the cracks off his fingers. He enjoyed the chill of his hands against his scalding face as you gently trailed your fingers along the underside of his penis. Pulling ever so slowly on the hot, velvety skin before slipping the pad of your thumb over the pink crown.
“You’re uncircumcised?” You sounded curious as Riddle started to frown. “Well, most men are.” Did you think it was weird? “Nice.~” Oh.
His hips jerked from the sudden sensation as you pulled your hand away. A smile relaxed on your face as you gently pinched his pants leg and tugged. “Off.” You commanded softly as Riddle pulled his hands from his burning face. The pants were discarded obediently along with his other layers. He loosened his bowtie with impatience. He unbuttoned his vest and crisp white uniform shirt next before throwing them with what was already crumpled to the floor. Now that he was naked, he pressed his knee into the bed and caused the weight to shift. Riddle watched as you parted your thighs as he climbed into bed with you. Your legs propped up on either side of him as he sat on his knees. He was hard, throbbing, and clearly anxious.
The ghost of your touch was fresh in his mind as he watched your hand slowly slip between your wettened thighs; your fingers gently parted to not obscure the delectable view from Riddle’s intense watch. “Come on…” You purred and reached out to give him another long and slow stroke. In the process, a quiet moan left his lips as Riddle rested his left hand on the soft plush of your thigh. He offered an experimental squeeze to the flesh as you pulled your hand away, watching his thin fingers wrap around the length of his cock. Riddle was bigger than you thought.
You watched his hand slowly massage the length of his shaft as he swallowed back his moans. His face was still red and with each slow stroke and his fingers would flex and squeeze your thigh. The Housewarden watched as you joined him in mutual masturbation. The tips of your fingers swirled in hypnotic circles around your swollen clit. He swallowed again as a thin string of drool threatened to spill past his lips.
He watched how the muscles in your digits flexed, how your sticky, clear, nectar would drip out of you, leaving silver spider threads of pleasure behind. Riddle’s heart was pounding as he watched your other hand reach out and rest on his thigh. Your fingers drummed over his skin, sending signals to his brain so intense he feared he would black out from the blood rushing from his brain.
The red headed Housewarden had never been faced with a situation like this.
“Are you okay?” You whispered hopefully and smiled as Riddle nodded his head in response. A quiet string of moans trickled out of his mouth as he rolled his hips into his now tight fisted palm. The two of you were moving in sync. Your fingers rolling, his hips pumping. Riddle’s mouth had parted as he steadied himself with your leg, moans poured out one after the other as he watched you in a drunken haze. As if you had learned dark magic, Riddle was trapped under your lustful spell. And had no reason to break free.
“Good.” You purred and dipped your middle finger back inside, nestled deep within your soft, hot walls. The lewd squelch made Riddle gasp as he watched with drooping eyes and pre-cum pearling at the tip of his cock. His hips had fallen out of sync of your shared rhythm. His pumping was rapid now as you wiggled your hips.
A soft giggle left your mouth as you slowly raised your lower half upwards until his knuckles dragged over your clit. His eyes widened as you slipped a second finger inside of your aching hole and lowered yourself back onto the mattress. You felt a few cool droplets landing on your bare skin against the space right above your naval. Riddle pulled his hand from your thigh to brush the back of his hand with his mouth, leaving it there as he looked down at you embarrassed. “Sorry…” Riddle apologized in a weak voice you had never heard before, he was drooling over the sight of you. It was hot, and it encouraged you to keep going.
The feeling was even more intense. You could feel Riddle inching closer. His sweat slicked thighs now tucked beneath your knees. “I’m… Gonna cum.” Riddle cried quietly under his breath, he could feel his stomach become tight with excitement as his cock throbbed in his palm. His face was burning as he watched the shiny slick coat your fingers. The sweet scent mixing with the salt of your sweat made his head spin. His hand felt less and less like it was enough, knowing your hole was right before him. Starving for his attention. Begging for his lingering touches.
“I... I want it, inside Riddle...” Your whining voice pulled him free from his daze. Riddle chewed on his bottom lip, watching you grip the sheets underneath you as his hand slowed to a stop. He wanted it just as badly as you did, maybe even more so. “Please?” You begged and slipped your leg laying over his thigh closer to his hip. Urging him closer with a nudge from your heel.
Riddle was hesitant, after all, he had never done this before. “Are you sure?” His voice was strained. He was desperate, silently pleading that you would give him a ‘yes’ of confirmation. Riddle needed the okay to bury himself deep inside of your desperate hole. To feel what it was like to be sheathed deep inside of you. To fuck you completely full the way no one else could.
You did not answer him, instead you watched him squirm with desperation. His mouth moved into a pout until you began to move your hand. As you pulled your wet fingers from the depths of your cunt, you used those same ones to spread yourself open. The soft folds were like blooming flower petals with the entrance slick and welcoming for Riddle. The scent was like a ripe fruit ready to be split open and enjoyed. “Please… Fuck me.” That was all Riddle needed to hear from you.
He was shaking, whimpering quietly as he ran the tip of his cock between the plush, meaty folds of your pussy. Riddle had only read about these types of interactions in his erotic novels. He’d never imagined the real thing to feel like this.
Your hands flew out and gripped onto his pale shoulders as he lined himself up with your awaiting entrance. A groan filled the air as the red head began pushing in as gently as he could. He watched your eyes roll back in pleasure. Weak cries of ecstasy fell from your soft lips.
Riddle was quickly becoming overstimulated from the brand new sensations your body offered to him. He steadied himself with his hands resting on your hips. Sweat now pooling at his brow as he bit back his wimpy groans. Riddle gave a few more shallow thrusts before finally bottoming out deep inside of you. His thighs shook as your walls convulsed and hugged his cock. The soft smack of your skin meeting almost caused him to cum on the spot. But he held back the best he could with his eyes screwed shut.
Yet the sound of your cries for him to move was pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He could hear your breath strain, your nails began digging into his shoulders as he dragged his hips with a slow and steady pace. He didn’t want to hurt you by moving too quickly. But it looked as if you were enjoying yourself. The gentle pace didn’t last long as you dragged your nails across his pale skin. Leaving red, raised lines in your path.
Your cunt was milking him, begging for him to move faster, to drill deeper, to pump you full of his thick, hot sperm. “More… Please Riddle?” Your soft voice was tight and breathy as you cried for the Housewarden. The red head nodded vigorously as his hands left your hips. One rested on the underside of your thigh, pushing it up and out of the way as he leaned over you. Sinking deeper as his other hand supported him on the mattress. His once shallow and soft thrusts became deep and rough. A much quicker pace that was bringing you both to the end. His hips ground into yours with each sudden thrust. The muscles of your inner thighs grew sore as you hugged him close with lustful cries. More! Yes! Faster! Harder! Riddle, please!
The knot in Riddle’s stomach twisted and tightened with an intensity he couldn’t ignore. He wanted to cum, he needed to cum. You cried out with a stuttered moan as your eyes fluttered shut. You squeezed and creamed around him. Squealing with a dopey smile and pulling Riddle closer with your heel digging into his back. Your toes curled tight as your thighs shook.
He couldn’t stop. Even if he wanted to. He cried out, his body trembling as he unloaded inside of you. His head was spinning as his nails dug into the skin on your thigh. He didn’t notice how the deep crescents began to turn into welts. His cock continued to throb and pump you full of his seed. He had yet to come to his senses. There were consequences that often followed having sex unprotected. But that was for a later date to fuss over.
Riddle struggled to catch his breath, looking down at you with exhaustion and his eyes slowly drifting shut. “So… Are you..?” His breath was ragged and weak as you both locked gazes when you opened your eyes. A small smile melted onto his face as he leaned in. Your noses gently brushed against one another and your breath hitched. You felt him throb inside of you.
