Summary: Genshin!AU, Empress!AU. Scaramouche decided to be a brat and once you realized that your usually punishments aren't getting through to him, you decide to try something new by bringing someone else in. Basically, Scaramouche has to watch as you rail someone else.
Trigger Warnings: Dom!reader, sub!character, Empress!reader, OOC Reverse harem, voyeurism, edging, there are three people but its not a threesome, tentacles, gagging, anal, finger sucking, cum eating, embarrassment, urethral insertion, "miss" only used once, consent is stated and also implied, implied aftercare, not exactly choking but resting your hand on characters throat.
Part Two
A/N: Reader has magic and is able to change genders. However, they are a female at birth.
Scaramouche was kneeled in front of the bed. His thighs were bound to his calves with rope going between his bottom and around the base of his cock, up around his chest, and finally binding his arms behind his back. He also had a gag that sat snug in his mouth, coated with a slick sheen of drool that was also sliding down the sides of his mouth. You stood behind him, your hands stroking down his back until they rested just next to his hole. Spreading his cheeks, you ran one finger over his hole watching it flutter helplessly. Scaramouche squirmed but refused to make a single sound, refusing to show that you had any effect on him.
It wasn't until you slowly pushed one finger into him that he let out a muffled whimper which he quickly tried to stifle. Despite Scaramouche not being able to see you, you still smiled at the feeling of how tight he was around only one of your fingers. Adding one more finger in, you began to scissor him open. Small sounds akin to whimpers left Scaramouche, but you continued ignoring him.
"Hnng - " Scaramouche felt your fingers leave him and he wanted to turn his head around to glare at you, but before he could, your hand quickly found its place in his hair and yanked it back, forcing him to face forward and arch his neck back.
"Don't make this harder on yourself." You said while channeling magic into your one hand that wasn't gripping his hair.
Next thing scaramouche felt was a coldness to his backside. His back arched away from you, but he wasn't able to get far with your hand still gripping his hair. You tightened your grip, rewarding yourself with the first real moan from him. He felt a pressure against his hole, the magic you were getting ready took the form of a tentacle much longer and thicker than your two fingers were.
You didn't push it in just yet, seemingly happy to watch him squirm and unknowingly push back against it. Despite Scaramouche wanting to act like he wasn't affected, with the way his cock was bobbing and his hole gaping, it was easy to discern the truth.
Deciding not to torture him just yet since this wasn't the real punishment, you slowly pushed half of the tentacle into him, delighting in watching the way scaramouche's whole body tensed.
"Hnng - pwease.. " Even if he didn't have the gag, Scaramouche wouldn't have been able to get any real words out. The sensation of the tentacle pushing into him and expanding until he felt completely full was overwhelming. He could feel his insides stretching and the pleasurable burn that came along with it. His thighs tensed and if he could have, his hips would have jerked forward, wanting some sensation on his leaking cock. He braced himself, waiting for you to start moving the tentacle but nothing happened.
Instead, your hands let go of his hair and you got up walking away from him. His head whipped towards yours and saw you heading towards the door.
"Y/n.. ngg.." panicked he tried to call out for you through the gag. You just turned towards him with a smirk that caused heat to pool in his stomach from both fear and arousal. You cracked the door open and seemed to talk to the guard outside the door. Scaramouche flushed; he could see the guard so he knew that the guard could most likely see him as well, all tied up and bound, kneeling like a whore in front of your bed.
After a few words, you closed the door and walked back towards him. This time you took a seat in front of him on the bed. You let your foot graze his cock which was already leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.
Now that he could see you, he tried his best to act defiantly but all he could really do was glare at you. You knew if he didn't have the gag he would be spitting all kinds of nasty words towards you. The thought of his usually attitude made you smile.
While you usually allow his attitude, lately he had been acting too condescending and cruel. You usually let your consorts do what they want but this past week Scaramouche took it to the extreme. Mouthing off in front of others, picking fights with the others in the harem, and much more. When you finally got fed up with him, he was secretly happy. He always enjoyed your punishments and having your focus purely on him, regardless of the way he fought against you. However, you've barely touched him or acknowledge him which was different and had him teetering on the edge of caution. His desperation was starting to get the better of him, he wanted you to actually touch him not the barely there grazes he was receiving.
Continuing to let your foot graze his cock, you gripped his chin and leaned down until you were face to face. Being this close you could see his pupils dilate making his eyes appear completely black. The drool that dried around his mouth along with some of it dripping down onto his chest, and finally his throat bobbing. Stroking your thumb against some of the drool, your smeared it across his cheek.
"Y'know, this isn't even your real punishment," you paid close attention as you said this and heard a slight hitch in his breath along with his eyebrows furrowing - his confusion very apparent.
Letting out a sigh, you shook your head and let go of him, roughly jerking his head back. The obvious disappointment sent a tremble down his body and caused more arousal to spill from the end of his cock.
"I have no problem letting you do what you want, but you really tested my patience." You didn't sound angry about it but rather disappointment. "Talking back in front of others, starting fights with Ajax and Kaeya..." You saw him roll his eyes at the name of your other consorts. "You really didn't expect nothing to happen, did you?"
Next thing Scaramouche heard was a knock on the door. His eyes widened in panic and they searched you for an answer. Ignoring him, you told the person on the other side of the door to proceed.
"Your highness, I brought Aether like you requested."
Hearing that, Scaramouche felt dread pool in his stomach. Was that what you told the guards earlier? He thought you were just doing this to scare him until -
"Let him in."
Scaramouche didn't have any chance to shake his head or protest before Aether walked in, unaware of the scene he was interrupting.
"Your highness, you call..." Aether stopped talking when he saw you on the bed along with scaramouche kneeled at your feet, bound and gagged. Scaramouche never looked at him, instead his head was bowed and only you could see his cheeks and ears blossom into a beautiful red.
Before Aether could say anything else, you stood up and walked away from Scaramouche and towards Aether. Walking towards him, you admired him. Due to you personally calling for him, he obviously felt the need to dress up and wore some of the clothes your personally commissioned for him. They were a bit more revealing, but Aether expressed his comfort with them, so you had no problem with gifting them to him. Once you were right in front of him, he opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't get anything out. You just smiled and ran a hand over his stomach, enjoying the way he reacted to your touch.
"Follow me." Was all you said before grabbing his hand and pulling him over to the bed.
Scaramouche kept his eyes on the floor, while Aether kept his trained on you. Even when you sat on the bed, once again right in front of Scaramouche and pulled Aether on your lap making sure he was also faced forward so that his back was against your chest. Even then, both of your boys refused to look at each other. You couldn't help but smirk seeing both of them so obviously flustered.
"You see Aether, I invited you here for a specific reason. Scaramouche here has decided to be a brat and cause problems for me. Obviously, I can't just let him get away with that can I?"
Aether realized that you wanted an answer from him but his throat dried up. He shook his head, but you tightened you grip on his waist, indicating you were unhappy with his nonverbal response.
"N- no" he cleared his throat afterwards, his eyes staying trained on the wall or trying to look at you over his shoulder.
You hummed and nuzzled your cheek against his back.
"Good boy." The small praise made Aether squirm and you glanced down and saw Scaramouche's body tense and his eyes flickered up, meeting yours before he quickly looked away again.
"I've come to realize my usual punishments don't really have a... " You paused trying to find the right term, "... long lasting effect on him."
While talking, you ran one of your hands up Aether's thigh and the other wrapped completely around his waist and pulled him even closer to you.
"I also realized that I've been neglecting you lately, right?" Aether nodded. In fact, he came to you a few days ago and personally told you with a flushed face.
"So, I've deciding to kill two birds with one stone." You pulled your hands off him and clapped them together, startling both of them. It was with this clap, that Scaramouche and Aether made eye contact for the first time since you called Aether in. Both flushed and while Scaramouche just tried to glare at him, tried to assert some kind of dominance despite his position, Aether just adverted his eyes. However, this would not do for you.
"Look at each other." It was a demand. Aether - always the obedient one - looked at Scaramouche again with some hesitation. Scaramouche however, decided to completely turn his head to the side and shut his eyes, knowing that this would anger you. You lifted Aether and placed him on the bed next to you before leaning towards Scaramouche. Gripping his cheeks hard enough to leave imprints you turn his head to face you. However, he was stubborn and refused to open his eyes. In turn, you pushed your foot on top of his cock and slowly applied pressure to it, until you were basically stepping on it. His eyes flew open, and a choking sound left him. His arms jerked like they wanted to grab at your leg, but he couldn't due to the rope restraining him.
With your hand still gripping his cheeks, you turned his head towards Aether. "Look."
Knowing not to disobey again, he didn't close his eyes, but they remained glaring at Aether while looking at him.
"Now, for you Scara you are going to sit here for as long as I want and not get any kind of release - " Your tone was harsh, but your grip on him was even harsher. You could see that the rim of his eyes becoming redder. " And for you Aether - " You tone became soft and your free hand reached next to you and petted Aether's head. "I am going to make it up to you for making you feel neglected. For however long you want." Both of their eyes widened when they understood the situation.
Before continuing, you addressed both of them, "as long as that is okay for the both of you." Both seemed to contemplate and Aether was the first one to shyly agree. You gaze turned to Scaramouche and your grip lessened and went to cup his cheek. Your hand soothingly rubbing it. Against his better thinking, he relished in the gentle touch and nuzzled against it before also nodding his consent.
Grinning, you took your hand away from Scaramouche and used it to grab Aether and pull him back onto your lap. You situated him so that he was facing Scaramouche, but his thighs were on the outside of both of your legs. His clothing concealed his own cock, but his arousal was obvious through the tent protruding against the silk of his pants. Your hands started off grazing Aether's thighs, dragging up and down and every time they got closer to Aether's cock, his thighs would tense and try to squeeze together. Usually, you would reprimand him, but tonight was about him so you forgo this thought.
"Tonight's about you precious, tell me what you want." Aether squirmed against your lap, before grabbing one of your hands and placing it over his cock.
"Please.." he whispered, his voice soft and unsure. You couldn't help yourself but to tease him a little. Not putting any pressure, you just rested your hand there.
"Please what? Use your words."
"Please... touch me." His hips were thrusting up a little, trying to get more pressure but his movements were sloppy and had no strength behind them.
You hummed but didn't do anything to him just yet. "Touch you where?" You knew you were being a little cruel but Aether was always so cute flustered.
Aether flushed, his cheeks and chest heating up before he finally found his words. "My cock... please touch my cock."
You rewarded him with wrapping your hands around him through the fabric. The results were instantaneous. His hips jerked up and one of his hands gripped your forearm, keeping your hand there. He had let out a moan that was also joined with one from Scaramouche.
Unassuming Scaramouche was forced to watch but what he did not expect was for the magic tentacle to start moving around inside him. The part of the tentacle that was inside him just moved around, not having any real goal, instead just allowing him to feel small amounts of stimulation. His hips make small jerking movements against the tentacle, trying to get it to reach that one special spot inside him. However, it seems to be doing everything to ignore his prostate - an action he knew you were doing on purpose.
The other part of the tentacle that wasn't inside of him, started exploring the area around his puckered hole. It was cold and slimy in nature, so it left a trail in its path that caused him to shiver and goosebumps to rise on his skin. After finally getting some stimulation, he felt extra sensitive.
While he was forced to deal with the tentacle, he was also forced to watch you and Aether, who now had his head thrown back on one of your shoulders. His hips were rutting upwards into your hand which was gripping his cock. Your other hand had pushed his top up and started to pinch at one of his nipples. Aether had let out a gasp and his back arched away from you and into your palm. Pulling back from his chest, you lifted your hand up to his mouth.
"Open."
Without any hesitation, Aether opened his mouth and eagerly sucked your fingers, covering them with his own spit. Drool was starting to seep out of the side of his mouth and down your wrist.
Your other hand was still fondling his cock over his clothes. Deciding to not hold back on him, you spread your own thighs which caused his legs to open as well. Aether let out a gasp around your fingers and his hands came to desperately clutch at your leg in order to gain some semblance of balance. His gasp change into a whine when you let go of his cock and took your hand out of his mouth. His mind was a hazy mess so with his mouth still open and drooling, he tried to follow your fingers and bring them back into his mouth.
Despite allowing him to have some semblance of choice, you wouldn't allow him to forget who's in charge. One of your hands went up and clasped around his throat. You weren't applying pressure but instead just rested it there.
Aether seemed to understand his wrongdoing and let his hands fall to his sides, clenched tightly in order to stop their shaking. Seeing his submission, you rewarded him with light kisses to his throat and neck. Aether had let out a happy sigh and bared his neck to you. Before pulling away, you surprise him by biting down and sucking hard, making sure to leave a mark.
"Haah," Letting out a moan, his hips jerked up trying to get some stimulation. Glancing down, you could see a wet stain growing on his pants.
"Take off your clothes," your voice was soft but had power beneath it. Aether didn't hesitate, he started with stripping his top off. When it came to his pants, he had some troubles because he wasn't able to pull them down with his legs spread as wide as they were.
He glanced back towards you, "My pa - my pants."
You feigned confusion, raising an eyebrow, "What about them?"
"I - I cant get them of- off like this."
"Then stand up."
Aether had froze, if he stood up, he would basically be right in front of Scaramouche. With Scaramouche still kneeling, if Aether stood up... he flushed just thinking about it.
Scaramouche on the other hand, tried to protest to the suggestion. "Nnng..mhh.. on't." With his gag, all that came out was gargled nonsense.
You lazily ran your eyes over Scaramouche. He had much less composure than before. His eyes were glassy now and tears seemed to have fallen down sometime earlier. However, he hadn't resulted into begging yet, which was something you knew he would do sooner or later.
Deciding not to give him a choice, you closed your legs and pushed Aether off you. He had stumbled a little and if it weren't for you grabbing his hips, he would have probably fallen against Scaramouche. Your lips curled, maybe you shouldn't have stopped him, it would have been interesting to see what they would have done.
"Well... get to it." Your comment was direct towards Aether whose hands were hovering over the waistband of his pants. With his hands shaking, he tugged his pants off and tossed them to the side with his foot. He was going to cover himself, his hands inched inwards, but he thought better of it and returned his hands to his side.
He half expected you to pull him back on your lap but instead your hands remained on his hips and stroked his sides for a second before you moved them to his cheeks. You smoothed your hands over them before spreading them. Taking one hand, you licked your thumb before pressing it against his entrance.
"y/n... ahh.." Always responsive, Aether let out a string of moans as you pushed your thumb in. Even though it wasn't much, Aether still pushed back against it, hoping to get your thumb even deeper. With one hand keeping his cheeks spread, you pushed your thumb in and out. He clenched around your finger whenever you pulled it out, as if trying to suck it in even deeper.
"Ahh... I- I... wai..." Aether let out a particularly loud moan when he felt your tongue join your finger. His thighs shook, and you saw his arms flail around, trying to find something to steady himself with. Next thing he felt was your free hand moving to the front of his body and grasping his cock at the base. He hunched over, his hands gripping your forearm hard enough to dig imprints of his nails into them.
With Aether hunched over and his face bent down, his hair, as long as it was, was able to sway right next to Scaramouche's head. The hair ended up grazing Scaramouches cheek, surprising him and causing him to lift his head. Looking up he got full view of Aether's pleasure filled eyes and drooling mouth. Despite the fact that they unwittingly made eye contact, Aether's mind was so pleasure filled and unfocused that he didn't even flinch. Scaramouche wanted to look away or curse him, but he was unable to. He should be the one experiencing that, he should be the one dumb on pleasure. These thoughts continued on, jealousy and desperation filling his mind.
Your hand that was grasping Aether's cock moved towards the head and smeared the pre-cum around. Knowing how sensitive he could be you pushed your thumb in all the way and your tongue soon followed. Licking around, you could feel Aether sporadically tighten around you. Your other hand stroked along his cock.
Aether's moans were getting louder and climbing higher in pitch and with the way you felt his body twitching you could tell he was already close. Removing your thumb, your other hand rubbed at the one spot underneath the head of his cock that you knew drove him crazy.
Aether's mind was all fuzzy as he allowed himself to sink into the pleasure. "Y/n please... Im gonna.." a high pitch keen left his mouth,
"please let me cum please." His hips seemed like they couldn't decide between humping into your hand or humping back against your tongue. Seconds later, his orgasm crashed through him, sending shivers throughout his entire body. If it wasn't for you pulling him back against you, he would have fell to his knees, the pleasure too much.
Scaramouche on the other hand was now openly crying, watery sobs leaving his mouth. When you started to pleasure Aether, the one part of the tentacle that was feeling around his hole and ass, had moved between his legs and was feeling its way around his cock. It wrapped around him and made a jerking motion before climbing up to the head of his cock. It had felt around, before it pushed into his urethra. His moans, as much as he tried to stifle them, were growing in volume. However, he remained ignored by you and had to listen to Aether who was falling into his own pleasure.
As the tentacle pushed into his opening, it went as far as it could until it managed to graze his prostate. Scaramouche had hunched forward and right when he felt his pleasure building up, all the stimulation came to a stop. It was then that he couldn't contain the tears in his eyes, and they openly fell as he saw Aether reaching the orgasm that he so desperately craved.
As if sensing when Scaramouche's body calmed down, the tentacle and magic started up once again. Allowing him to reach the precipice of an orgasm before cruelly pulling away.
On the other hand, Aether did not have a chance to calm down. After orgasming the first time, your hand continues to stroke his softening cock. His eyes were filling with tears at the pleasure that was once again building in his stomach. His hips were twitching uncontrollably against your hand by the time the second orgasm washed over him.
Giving him a small break, you let him rest back against you. Stroking his stomach, your hand smeared the cum that was all over him and when he took notice of that, he reached down to grab at your hand. Lost in his pleasure-filled haze, he brought your hand up to his mouth. Intrigued, you let him do what he wanted. At first, he just stared at it before using his tongue and licking up your palm, collecting his own release and swallowing it.
You suppressed a groan at the feeling of him lapping at your hand. Once he took your fingers in his mouth and swirled his tongue in between them you pushed them back far enough to make him gag. Keeping them in the back of his throat, you could feel the walls of his throat convulse and hear the choking gags that desperately left his mouth.
"Ghh," clenching his hands tight, he tried to relax his jaw and throat and allow you to do what you want but it was hard as he became more lightheaded. As if sensing this, you pulled your finger out, a line of drool connected between your hand and his mouth. Drool was also slipping from the side of his mouth and traveling down his jaw and neck.
"Fuck that's a good boy," you couldn't help the praise that left your mouth, your one hand that wasn't covered in drool came up to pat at his head, smoothing his hair as well. Aether keened and pressed into your hand.
"How do you want me?" You directed your question to Aether. Seeing him like this and hear Scaramouche's pitiful whine and sobs cause your own arousal to hit hard. You gave Aether the chance to decide between being fucked or to be the one to do the fucking even though you knew what his choice was going to be. He always was partial to having something shoved up his own ass. In preparation, you already changed the lower half of your body, sure that he could feel your own arousal pressed against him.
"I want you to fuck me," he didn't stutter but his voice was shaky and soft. Small huffs leaving his lips. You also noted a slight rasp to his tone.
You patted his butt in agreement and helped him stand. He originally thought you were going to lay him on the bed but instead you just slid your own pants down, your own cock bobbing against your still covered stomach.
Spreading your legs, you let him situate himself in between them. Then grabbing Aether's hand, you guided it behind him and onto your own cock. You let out a small sigh, finally feeling some stimulation. Despite the odd angle, Aether's hand rubbed around your head and smeared the precum. Pulling his hips back and towards you, you applied pressure downwards, letting him know to sit back. With his hand still gripping your own cock, he placed the tip at his entrance. His body was shaking with need, but he was still waiting for permission to put it in.
"You want me that badly," Your hands had gone to his hips, feeling every shake that wracked through his body. He desperately nodded. All he could focus on was getting you to wreck his insides. "You know what to ask."
He was silent for a moment as if collecting his thoughts.
"Miss please let me put in," You jerked your hips up only a little, letting him feel you against him, "please please put in." At feeling you so close to his hole but not inside him, he was getting desperate and started to beg, saying anything so that he can finally be fucked.
"I'll be good, I- ill make you cum, please." He was sobbing out the last pleads and you let him mindlessly babble for a few more seconds before speaking.
"Asking so nicely," you let out a small chuckle, "Go ahead, my good boy. You deserve it." The second he got your approval, he sunk down onto you.
His insides were tight due to not being previously stretched out real well but with his previous orgasms and his dazed mind, he relished in the slight burn. Not giving himself any second, he bottomed out until he was sat fully on your lap, your cock filling him up. Reaching around, your hand ran over the bump in his abdomen. Pushing down on it, Aether let out a loud moan and gripped the top of his cock, pushing his finger over his opening. When you bottomed out, he felt that he could cum already and he didn't want that just yet.
"You feel that? You feel me? I'm all the way inside." You weren't expecting an answer, not when Aether was trembling all over and gripping his own cock, trying to strive off his orgasm.
"haa.. so good." Aether then set his hands on your thighs and started to slowly raise himself up until only your tip remains before dropping himself back down. The exertion was getting to his thighs, but he didn't care. All he could focus on was the pleasure.
His riding was sloppy and had no real tempo and aside from giving him some praise, you were doing nothing to help him. Still sobbing, Aether had reached his hand to his cock and with quick movements jerked himself off. He could feel his orgasm building and was right at the brick of it, but he couldn't push himself over the edge. No matter how hard he rode your cock or how much he jerked himself off. He needed your help but could barely form the words.
"plea... I cant..." With crocodile tears running down his face, he begged and pleaded for you to help him, to move, to take control and fuck him.
Having pity on him your hands gripped his sides and eased him off you until he only had your tip in him. You pulled him back down and simultaneously snapped your hips up into him. You were able to hit his prostate dead on and with his hand still moving up and down his own cock, he quickly came with a loud wail.
Even as his orgasm subsided, you kept fucking up into him. He had gone limp, his hands letting go of his cock and trying to grip your thighs, the blanket, anything he could. By now you were doing all the work, with him letting you, his own cock jerking around with your motions.
Pulling him back to sit on your once again, you grinded your own cock up into him and looked at Scaramouche over his shoulder. Scaramouche was completely debauched. His whole body was twitching and shaking, his head tilted forward with drool seeping out of his mouth, his eyes were glazed over and had tears pooling out of them. He was gargling out some nonsense, but your eyes diverted themself to the rest of his body. He was covered in sweat and drool. Part of the tentacle had detached itself and latched onto his nipples, tugging and creating a sucking motion. His backside was still filled to the brim, but his cock was the prettiest thing to you.
It was completely covered by the tentacle, creating an onahole, but part of the tentacle remained in the urethra, making it impossible for him to properly cum. His hip was moving as much as the bondage let him. He seemed well and truly fucked. Enough so that he didn't even realize he had some of Aether's cum in his hair and on his chest.
With how Scaramouche looked and the feeling of Aether tightly gripping around your own cock, your release quickly built up in you. Lifting Aether up once more, you pulled him down hard and thrusted up into him. The room was filled with moans, whining, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. Roughly jerking your hips, your orgasm wracked through you. Pushing yourself as deep into Aether as you could, you felt him grind back against you.
Feeling your release fill up his own insides triggered another orgasm from Aether. It wasn't nearly as strong as the others and was quite watery, but he couldn't care. He was passed the point of oversensitivity and could only focus on you and the feeling of you inside him.
Getting your breath back in control you hooked your arms around Aether and pulled him off of you. Making sure he doesn't collapse on the floor you laid him on the bed on his stomach. Pushing the hair off of his back, you ran a hand over him, feeling his sweat-soaked skin. His head was facing you but his eyes were closed, and he had a tired smile on his face.
Your eyes landed on his butt; his legs were slightly spread so you could see your own essence drip out of him. Your finger collects it, before pushing it back into him.
"Y-y/n.. 'm sensitive," despite saying that he arched his back and brought his knees forward so that he was resting on them. With his bottom up in the air, your fingers pushed your cum back into him. With this angle you were able to see his limp and overworked cock. It was covered in cum and still dripping some onto the sheets.
Pulling your hand out of him, you were met with a whine, but Aether didn't move from his position. Stroking over his cheek one last time you pulled away and faced Scaramouche. As if sensing your gaze, he lifted his head but even that seemed to take a lot of strength out of him. Reaching around, you went to undo his gag. Putting one hand between the gag and his lips, you pulled it out and dropped it on the floor.
"'m sorry, please, please, so sorry..." you were instantly met with apologies and more tears. Running your hand that still had some of your left over cum on it, you glided it over his bottom lip. He instantly latched onto it. While sucking on one of your hands, your other reached behind his head and gripped his hair before pulling it back. His head jerked back with you and your fingers slid out of his mouth.
Your gaze was still hard, however, seeing him sob softly weakened your resolve a little. You let your hand run through his hair, watching as he pushed into it, desperately seeking any kind of contact from you.
Guiding his head up with your finger, "You understand why you're in the position, right?" It seemed to take a few seconds for your words to get through his hazed-filled mind. He blinked, tears escaping his eyes before nodding as much as your hands allow him.
Your heard rustling of the sheets behind you and felt a hand come and rest on your side. Following that was a head dropping onto your shoulder. Knowing it was Aether, you made no movement to brush him off, instead letting him cling onto you.
Scaramouche's eyes drifted towards him, but he didn't glare at him like he usually did, indicating just how muddled his mind was. As if sensing something, he kept his gaze locked on Aether.
On the other hand, Aether had clung onto your back. Despite everything he just went through and how many times he came, you could feel him once again get hard against your back. Aether nuzzled into your neck.
"Your highness..." you knew he was sucking up by using that term and by his tone of voice. Still gripping onto Scaramouche, you turned your head towards Aether. His face was flushed red, and his hair was sticking to his skin.
"You promised to keep going until I was satisfied." While talking he couldn't keep eye contact with you, nor could he look at Scaramouche. He felt kind of bad towards him and his predicament, but at the same time Scaramouche had a tendency to be harsh towards Aether.
You let out a hum, "Aren't you?" Even though you knew where he was going with this.
"Not completely." With his head tucked into your neck, one of his hands reached around you and gripped your cock.
Before letting Aether continue, you directed your attention towards Scaramouche. Cupping his face, you rubbed his cheeks.
"Think you can last a little longer?" Scaramouche's eyes widened at your request. Instinctively he felt his eyes begin to tear up once more at the thought of having to suffer through this some more and yet he didn't say his safeword or disagree.
"Ca-can you at lease take i-it out of me." His voice cracked when he spoke, and he nodded his head towards his cock that still had the tentacle on it.
"As long as you know you still won't be able to cum until I decide to let you."
He took a moment before nodding. Within seconds, the tentacle slowly as to not overwhelm him, pulled out of his urethra. Once it was all the way out, precum spewed out of it and Scaramouche lets out high pitched whines. Despite it removing itself from his urethra, the tentacle remained wrapped around his cock.
Your hand once more stroked Scaramouche's face before you completely pulled away from him. Turning your body towards Aether, his hands grabbed your hips and pulled you so that you were situated between his thighs. He spread his legs for you, letting you see his tender hole and weeping cock.
You can’t help but notice that once you started living inside the Kamisato Estate. Of course, you’re no stranger to the four corners of the property – having been betrothed to the Commissioner for a few years now. This means you’ve become quite familiar with the rest of the Kamisato retainers, as well.
Their chief retainer and housekeeper was always such an unintentional charmer. Thoma was as kind as he was diligent, accomplishing tasks from a broad spectrum of categories. Be it his cover-up job as a fixer in Ritou, being the right-hand man of Kamisato Ayato himself, or his duties as the main housekeeper, Thoma never fails to impress.
You’ve only managed to officially marry into the family two weeks earlier, and the Kamisato clan made you feel nothing short of welcome. Ayato even organized a small banquet on behalf of your marriage, and you couldn’t be happier to start the next phase of your life with him.
But going back to Thoma…
He’s a good friend that you’ve known for years. The blond housekeeper was always there for you in moments when you started to doubt your engagement. Ayato is a busy man, and that’s something you found difficult to fully accept when you were younger. You envied your friends, who didn’t have to share their husbands’ attention with mountains of deskwork. But no matter how childish your rants could be, Thoma would give you the reassurance you needed in a heartbeat.
“Marrying into any Tri-Commission family isn’t easy, miss,” he told you once, flashing you a comforting smile. “But I hope you know that there’s nothing Lord Ayato would want more than to fulfill his obligations both to Inazuma, and to you. ”
Admittedly, if it weren’t for Thoma, your marriage would’ve fallen through before you could even practice for the final rites. It’s a good thing he was such a good mediator that, once he helped Ayato realize he’d been falling behind in his role as your fiancé, you managed to salvage your engagement altogether.
Long story short, you’re glad to have Thoma around.
So when he starts acting all shifty around you, it rightfully arouses a few questions in your head.
It’s been a week since you moved into the estate. The other retainers treated you the same way they have for years, finding nothing unusual for the Commissioner’s wife to start living in his home. After all, it was an Inazuman custom. Yet the person who you expected to give you the warmest welcome of all turned out to be the most evasive.
Things have been relatively normal during the first few days. Thoma would greet you whenever you passed him in the halls, invite you for strolls on Ayaka’s behalf, and even offer to do your errands in the city. But all of a sudden, he would start steering clear of you for reasons unknown. Thoma always refuses to meet your eyes in the rare chance you could speak to him – replying hurriedly before excusing himself. He doesn’t invite you for strolls, nor does he offer to run errands either.
If it had been anyone else, you would’ve understood. Retainers always maintained a respectable courtesy for their masters and mistresses – you know this well. But the fact that it’s Thoma who’s suddenly treating you like a stranger makes you a bit…sad.
Ayato notices the shift in your mood right away.
“It’s not like you to brood,” he comments before climbing under the covers with you. “Anything on your mind?”
You manage a soft laugh. “Nothing that you should worry about, my lord.”
Ayato pouts. “I wonder when you’ll grow out of your habit of calling me that.”
“Hehe, maybe in a few years.”
Once both of you have settled underneath the large futon, you find your head pressed firmly against Ayato’s chest. The sound of his heart beating calmly beneath your ear manages to quell your unease somewhat. When you take a long whiff, you catch the faint scent of pearbells on his nightclothes. You sigh – burrowing further into your husband’s embrace.
“Will you answer me this time if I ask again?”
He stares expectantly with an important document he’s reviewing on one hand, while toying with your hair with the other. Ayato doesn’t even have to elaborate; not that you had any intention of hiding it from him any longer.
“Do you think Thoma hates me?” you mumble, shying away from his lilac stare.
Ayato pauses for a moment, as if considering your words, before he sits upright to toss the papers onto the nightstand. You mourn the loss of his touch a little – a pout of your own springing forth on your face. He laughs when he sees it before pressing a fleeting kiss on your lips.
“Now what could’ve given you that idea, darling?”
You heave another sigh, prompting your husband to pull you into a seating position as he settles you on his lap. This position is a bit too…promiscuous than what you’re used to, but when Ayato nuzzles the crook of your neck with his nose, you realize he’s trying to appease you, even just a little.
His affection makes you sigh with contentment. You’re glad that you’re at that phase of your relationship where he can hold you this freely and comfortably. Archons know it wasn’t exactly a smooth start for the both of you when it came to these kinds of things. Ayato is the world-renowned Yashiro Commissioner, so it’s normal for him to be absent. Back then, you dreaded the mere idea of bringing up intimacy with him, out of fear that you’re being too needy.
But you’ve long realized that Ayato is more attentive than you’d otherwise expect.
“I don’t know,” you admit. “It just feels like he’s been avoiding me. Did I do something wrong?”
He hums curiously. “It’s only been a few days, but you’re doing your part as a representative of the Yashiro Commission splendidly. I heard Her Excellency was quite impressed with your plans of expanding cultural relations with other nations.”
“Reviving the Irodori Festival was your idea,” you remind him, cheeks warming at his praise. “All I did was put the plan on the table… B-But that’s besides the point! I was thinking I might’ve done something of a smaller scale that unknowingly offended Thoma.”
“Oh? Do you have any idea what that might be?”
Despite the comforting warmth of his embrace, you turn around to flash Ayato a suspicious look. There it is again – that teasing lilt of his voice, clueing you in that he might know more about your predicament than what he’s letting on.
“I wouldn’t be lamenting in the first place if I did,” you grumble.
He laughs again, planting a kiss on your cheek as an apology. “Well, if it eases your mind, I’ll be the one to tell you that Thoma isn’t the kind of person who avoids those he has problems with.”
“Then why…?”
Instead of reassuring you with a direct response, Ayato latches his mouth across the thrum of your pulse, making you squeak in surprise.
“M-My lord –”
He sighs. “You’re with me right now, yet you continue to worry about other men? My wife is so cruel~”
It was a statement that could have easily been laced with jealousy, but there’s none of that with Ayato. If anything, he spoke the words in that typically sly manner of his – a side of him you’d only gotten intimately acquainted with a few months before your marriage.
You’re well aware that it’s in your husband’s nature to be more mischievous than most Commissioners, but…
Ayato takes you by surprise again when he turns you around on his lap, forcing you to come face-to-face with his half-lidded gaze. Your chest twists with embarrassment and the inexplicable desire to hide your flustered expression. Despite having shared his bed several times before, it feels like your first all over again whenever Ayato gets in the mood.
“How about we worry about our favorite retainer in the morning?” he asks slowly, grazing your bottom lip with his thumb.
Before you can even get a chance to respond, Ayato presses forward and kisses you deeply, hands migrating to the swell of your hips as he holds you in place. In spite of your initial timidness, you respond in kind. You move your lips to the rhythm he’s set like you’ve done so many times before, and you’re reminded of how perfectly in-sync the two of you have always been.
Ayato nudges the lapels of your kimono off your shoulders, exposing your bare breasts to the cool evening air. You don’t try to cover up like you usually would. After all, your husband likes it when you lay yourself bare for him to see.
“Always such a pretty little thing,” he sighs, fingers sliding across the curves of your waist – making you shiver with anticipation. “Someone as beautiful as you doesn’t deserve to stress themself as much as you’re doing right now, darling.”
“Now, won’t you let your husband help get your mind off things?”
His offer makes another wave of embarrassment crash over you. Your duties after marrying into the Yashiro Commission are no laughing matter, but they still pale in comparison to Ayato’s. If there’s anyone in dire need of stress relief between the two of you, it’s most certainly him.
But…
“Ayato,” you whine, tugging at the front of his kimono impatiently. “Don’t tease…”
The Commissioner chuckles, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose against yours. You would’ve fawned at the gesture, if the possessive grip he has on your waist hadn’t gotten tighter.
All those lingering thoughts about Thoma went up in smoke as Ayato shifts on the futon – making you rest comfortably against the headboard as he works his way between your legs. Your husband is a big fan of foreplay, unfortunately. Instead of taking you the moment he feels like it, Ayato enjoys stringing you apart with his bare hands more than the chase that comes with release. His desire to see you squirm lines up perfectly with the version of him that most people find insufferable.
(But it’s also the one you love the most.)
He bunches the hem of your kimono around your waist, peppering your thighs with soft kisses that make your heart flutter. Then, when Ayato drags your underwear down with his teeth, you’re too embarrassed to look him in the eye.
“Ah, ah~ We can’t have that,” he singongs, reaching up to grasp your chin with his fingers. “Come on, darling. Tell me what you’d like me to do with this sinful body of yours.”
The sultry look in Ayato’s eyes makes a wave of heat ripple through your core, but you’re convinced he already knows just how much you actually want him. You let out a shuddering breath once his free hand traces circles on the sensitive flesh of your thighs.
To his surprise, you decide to unfurl the digits curled beneath your face – taking his middle and index into your mouth with a long, seductive lick. A hint of surprise crosses his smug features as you shamelessly lubricate Ayato’s fingers with the heat of your tongue.
“I want you.” You speak the words before lowering his hand, spreading your legs wider. “Ayato, please…”
Your husband shakes his head with a withering smile, sliding the fingers you’d prepared for him so nicely into your sopping entrance. You cry out, completely taken by surprise as Ayato starts lapping at the juices dripping between your thighs.
It doesn’t take a lot of effort to push you over the edge. Even if you hail from one of the many noble families in Inazuma, no amount of etiquette classes can hide how sensitive you can be once you’re under the mercy of Kamisato Ayato. He knows you like it when he pumps his fingers slow and deep while quickly flicking his tongue across your swollen clit as an added stimulus. The squelch of your walls as he eats you out always sounds like music to his ears – much more the wanton moans that spill from your lips.
Once he gets you mounted on his cock, it’s another story entirely. Your tight cunt always takes him so well – like you were fashioned to be his from the moment you were born. Ayato likes you best when you’re still recovering from an orgasm he’d coaxed with his mouth and fingers alone; when you’re sensitive to the touch, yet receive his advances readily, still.
Though he hides it well, your husband is quite obsessed with you. From the dignified way you carried yourself in court to your lascivious reception of his touch – he adores each facet that you trusted him enough to show.
Now, as he watches you bounce on his cock, breathless, and beautiful, and everything he’s ever loved –
It doesn’t surprise him how you’d easily catch the eyes of someone else.
“A-Ayato,” you moan, fingers laced around his neck as you press your forehead against his. “You feel so good… You’re hitting me so deep.”
He chuckles softly, meeting your lips in a tongue-filled kiss.
“You shouldn’t say such things, darling,” he tells you huskily. “If you don’t want me to ruin you, you’ll avoid stirring me up like that.”
Ayato groans when you bring down your hips with a particularly tantalizing roll. He feels you tightening your walls around his throbbing length, and he nearly loses it right there.
“But I want you to,” you tell him, lips parted as you pinpoint your own orgasm. “I want you to ruin me. Fill me with your cum…”
Archons above, you’re perfect.
Without warning, Ayato flips you back onto the futon, forcing your face onto the pillows as he pounds you from behind. His rough movements make you moan in delight as the head of his cock repeatedly hits a spot inside that makes you see stars. The tight grip he has on your ass is uncharacteristic of the calm and composed Yashiro Commissioner, but Ayato knows you take pride in your ability to make him lose all sense of control.
He adores seeing you so utterly debauched for him. But as your husband finally spills himself inside of you, feeling your cunt tighten around his length in the height of your orgasm –
Ayato catches the shadows shift beneath the sliding doors.
“I love you,” you whisper breathlessly, turning around to meet his mouth with a sloppy kiss – oblivious to what he just saw.
He forces his lips not to shift into a knowing smirk after his discovery. Instead, Ayato murmurs the same words against the column of your throat as he slowly thrusts his hips – helping you ride out your orgasm. The satisfied purr that resounds deep in your chest lets him know that you’re more or less pleased with his performance, just as you were the other night.
He wonders if your one-man audience enjoyed the show just like last time, too.
…
Thoma constantly wonders if he has the worst luck or the worst timing or both.
Living in Inazuma already gave him his fair share of mishaps and misfortunes. But he’s confident to say that once he made a living for himself here in the Kamisato estate, his life had more or less turned for the better. He’s the chief retainer, the Kamisato housekeeper, the –
Scumbag who shamelessly pops a boner for his lord’s wife.
It was an accident, really. A few nights ago, he was supposed to deliver an important document for Ayato to go over, since the concerned party handed it to Thoma later than the prescribed date.
Though he definitely could've waited until morning to give it to him, Ayato once told Thoma that receiving updates for this project in particular was of high priority. Even if it was the dead of night, he’d given his chief retainer permission to disturb him if there was any progress with the paperwork involved.
So, he did! Thoma marched off to Ayato’s quarters with the extremely late document in hand just like he asked.
But when Thoma raised a hand to knock –
“A-Ayato!”
He feels all his cognitive functions halt for a split second. Thoma has spent years by your side – not as much time as he devoted to the Kamisato siblings, but enough to recognize your voice even if the Commissioner’s name was shaped around…a moan.
That’s the other thing – you never call Ayato by his name. It’s always Lord Kamisato, or my lord, or some other variation. Even if the two of you already tied the knot, Thoma knows that you still hesitate to cross that line despite his lord’s insistence.
So he can’t blame himself for feeling utterly shocked to hear you make such a lewd sound.
That’s not even the worst part. With how quiet the estate was that night, Thoma can hear the wet slap of skin-on-skin from inside the room – painting all sorts of pictures in his poor mind. The chief retainer is nothing short of courteous, but he was still a man. The moment his imagination conjured images of you intimately entangled with Ayato –
Thoma swiftly headed back to his room before he could finish the thought; even taking a long, cold shower to snap him out of it completely.
He tried to act like nothing happened the next morning – handing the document he was supposed to give to Ayato immediately after breakfast. The Commissioner didn’t seem to notice anything different, so Thoma was convinced he was doing a good job in acting the part.
But when he crossed paths with you again…
“Thoma,” you greeted him cheerily. “The herbal tea you brought home from Ritou was really good. Lord Kamisato and I had shared a cup before heading to bed last night, and –”
Before doing all sorts of indecent things behind closed doors, you mean?
He nearly slapped himself for thinking such a thing, especially when you were looking up at him with innocent admiration in your eyes. It’s so difficult to imagine that the woman standing in front of him was the same one he heard last night. Even if Thoma wanted nothing more than to pretend like he hadn’t heard anything unusual out of courtesy –
“I-I’m glad you like it, milady,” he coughed out awkwardly, side-stepping you in the hallway. “I’d love to stay a while longer to chat, but Lady Ayaka asked me to do something for her, so…”
Gods. He felt like he committed a crime when the smile fell from your face.
“Oh, I’m sorry for holding you up,” you hastily apologize with a bow. “I’ll see you later then?”
Thoma didn’t answer at the time. But over the next few days, he did get to see you – more often than he would like.
He was convinced that this was just a passing itch. It’s been a while since Thoma has taken any lovers – not that he had the time to entertain the idea in the first place.
Being the chief retainer to the Yashiro Commission didn’t give him more work per se. It’s Ayato that receives the brunt of it. Thoma’s job was to support him whenever he needed it – which was quite often, if the Commissioner’s tight schedule was anything to go by.
But every time he tried to act like his usual self around you, his brain always seemed to betray him. Images of your innocent face contorted mid-moan would plague his mind, and Thoma had no choice to dismiss himself in the middle of a conversation with you before you noticed the erection straining against his pants.
It’s embarrassing. He felt like a prepubescent teen who’s never had sex in his life. But what made this (hopefully) passing attraction all the more terrible was the fact that you belonged to Ayato, not him. Thoma knew that for a fact, and yet…
Tonight, when he was scheduled to fetch the document he’d given to the Commissioner days prior, Thoma lucked out once again when he walked in on another intimate moment.
“You feel so good… You’re hitting me so deep.” A soft laugh, underlined by the sound of squelching flesh.
“You shouldn’t say such things, darling. If you don’t want me to ruin you, you’ll avoid stirring me up like that.”
“But I want you to… I want you to ruin me. Fill me with your cum.”
Thoma’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor as you whined from the other side of the door – the sounds of your lovemaking doing him no favors in keeping his head in the right place. Archons, who knew you could talk like that? Were you the same, clueless woman who constantly questioned her betrothal to Kamisato Ayato?
For a moment, Thoma pictured himself on top of you, prying your legs apart as he eased himself inside your slick entrance. He imagined what you would look like as you begged him to fill you up the same way you did with your husband.
He knew he should’ve bolted back to his own room at the first signs of Ayato being occupied with…something else like last time. But Thoma’s feet were rooted to the spot as he had his fill of the obscene noises coming from inside.
This was wrong – fucked up in so many levels. If anyone else caught him standing here, listening to his lord have sex with his wife, Thoma wouldn’t be surprised if that alone cost him his job. No matter how distinguished his name was today, some things just couldn’t be forgiven.
That was all the nudge he needed to walk back to the bath – taking an even longer shower in hopes of cleansing the impure thoughts from his body.
It didn’t work, though. Because as Thoma lays in the solitude of his own room, his cock is painfully hard underneath his own nightclothes. He stares at the ceiling with resentment, wondering why he’s so goddamn pent up, that he’d lust after you despite knowing the consequences.
A devilish voice in the back of his head insisted that once he’d gotten off once, it would all be over. He’d finally be able to go back to how things were before this unexpected turn of events without fearing for the loss of his livelihood. That’s the only thing that kept his conscience intact as Thoma let a hand slip between his legs – palming his hard length through the fabric.
Just once, he promised to himself. Just once, and never again.
As he undid the rest of his clothes, Thoma hissed once his rough fingers came into contact with his sensitive cock. He screws his eyes shut, gathering the beads of precum glistening across the tip as he lathers his shaft with his own essence.
Not enough. This isn’t nearly enough lubrication as he needed.
Shamelessly, the blond sits upright, spitting into his palm before wetting his cock in a more satisfying manner. He groans, wondering if the tight ring of your pussy feels just as warm, and just as wet. Thoma knows better, though, but tells himself that all he deserves is own hand and spit for thinking of you in such a filthy way.
He pictures you with your breasts pressed against his futon – ass mounted high in the air as you present your needy cunt. Imagining you saying his name the same way you said Ayato’s strikes several nerves at once, and Thoma is convinced you might actually make him come in real life only by calling out to him like that.
Thoma pumps his length in a tight fist faster, breathing erratically as he leans against the wall. He lets himself fantasize how you’d look with his cock between your lips. Would tears glisten in your eyes as he thrusts himself into the heat of your mouth? Knowing how Ayato must’ve trained you, you’re the type to swallow each drop of cum he spills down your throat.
Though the gods might smite him for all these lecherous thoughts, Thoma is in too deep to backtrack now.
Thoma’s golden bangs stick to his forehead with each bated breath. His shoulders heave as he stares down at his swollen member, entertaining the silly thought that he’s forgotten how to masturbate after being occupied with work for so long. But instead of ridiculing himself more than he already has…
His eyes flutter closed as he cooks up another scene entirely. Instead of picturing himself vying for someone else’s wife, Thoma imagines you taking two cocks at the same time.
You’d be so good at it, too – sloppily sucking him off like a woman starved as Ayato pounds your abused cunt. Tears will streak down your face, and he would pull you off his cock to kiss them away. Ayato would then angle his thrusts until he has you crooning both of their names.
It’s pure bliss – he can almost taste it on his tongue. Thoma nearly pops a vein in his arm with how riled up he’s gotten as he inches himself closer and closer to the edge.
The image of your tight pussy stuffed with both of their cocks – his and Ayato’s spend dripping down your thighs as you showed them the most fucked-out look he could picture – is the last straw. The pinnacle of his pent-up fantasies. But as Thoma pumps his load into his own hand to avoid staining the sheets, the chief retainer is quickly roused from his lust-filled haze.
White noise rings in his ears. Thoma doesn’t feel relieved of a burden he’s been carrying for days.
In fact, his guilt only festers.
...
The next day, Thoma finds himself hard at work in the kitchen.
Springtime is easily his favorite season. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom all across Mount Yougou, and he can’t help but feel the uplifting atmosphere that surrounds the estate during this time of the year.
But sometimes, the weather in the mountains can be quite…erratic.
“I really wish I had the ability to make it snow at will,” Ayaka sighs as she fans herself on a nearby counter – bemoaning the sudden rise in temperature just like everyone else Thoma ran into today. “The occasional rainshower, I’d understand, but we rarely get heat waves in the middle of spring. Have you heard anything unusual about it, Thoma?”
He shakes his head apologetically before hefting a box of assorted ingredients into one of the cabinets. “Nothing of the sort. Maybe it’ll be cooler later in the day.”
She falls silent for a few moments, and Thoma chuckles to himself. It’s rare to see Ayaka openly complain about the things that are stressing her out, so –
“Hm, that reminds me… Have you seen Sister today? She promised to look at new kimonos with me in the city tonight, but I was told the Tenryou Commission saddled her with the paperwork for the Irodori Festival.” Ayaka shakes her head. “I wouldn’t put it past her to lock herself up in her study until she’s done.”
If Ayaka notices the way Thoma falters with his near-mechanical way of arranging the pantry, she doesn’t show it. The question isn’t strange, by any means. He’s a Kamisato housekeeper. He should at least have an idea about the whereabouts of the estate’s denizens. But when it’s an inquiry that involves you, Thoma still has some trouble saving face.
“One of the many traits she shares with Lord Ayato,” he says in a last-ditch effort. “Milady has been securing venue permissions in Ritou even before the wedding. I’d say she cares a whole lot about this festival more than she’s letting on.”
“You can say that again.” She lets out another wistful sigh. “I didn’t think I would have to deal with a workaholic sister on top of a brother that doesn’t know when to take breaks. This heat wave isn’t helping either…” All of a sudden, Ayaka perks up from her seat – slapping her fan closed as if having realized something.
“The Hiiragi clan sent us a leftover batch of watermelons this morning, didn’t they?” she asks. “I was wondering why they would have so many this time of year, but maybe it’s a stroke of luck on our part.”
The insinuation makes Thoma swallow thickly. He’s fulfilled enough orders around the estate to know where this is going, but alas, he doesn’t have any reason to refuse.
“Would you mind slicing a few melons for everyone? I’m sure we’re not the only ones affected by the heat… Oh, I’ll handle the rest, you bring up a few slices for Sister.” Ayaka smiles, completely oblivious to Thoma’s plight. “Sounds like a plan, right?”
That’s how this poor Kamisato housekeeper wound up in front of your study, a plate of fresh watermelons in hand as he wondered how he should face you. Thoma knows you aren’t stupid. You’ve definitely realized that he was avoiding you, but decided to let it slide. Whether or not you knew the reason behind his evasion, he still wasn’t sure, but he damn prayed that you didn’t.
He internally tells himself to relax, raising a gloved hand to knock on the door. First and foremost, you’re now one of the ladies of the house. Second, you’re his friend. Even if Thoma still feels guilty for making you the subject of his sexual fantasies, he shouldn’t let that get in the way of work. Just sweep it under the rug and pretend it never happened – easy as pie.
“Thoma?”
The soft chime of your voice makes his confidence spiral all over again. As Thoma lets himself inside your study, you glance up at him from your low desk with puzzled eyes – setting your brush down on the wooden surface. You were probably in the middle of drafting another correspondence.
“Milady,” he greets as casually as he can, flashing you a gentle smile. “I’ve brought some watermelon slices. The Hiiragi clan sent over a fresh batch, and we figured you’d want some respite from the rise in temperature.”
You’re quiet for a while, as if still coming to terms with the fact that he’s standing there. Thoma wonders what they would think if someone were to walk past your study and witness the awkward silence passing between the two of you.
Thankfully, before Thoma ends up squirming under your contemplative stare, you beam at him from where you sat.
“That’s a bit much for one person to eat, no?” you tell him, glancing at the plateful of fruit. “How about you help me finish those while you hear out the rest of our plans for the festival?”
The question rings in his ears for a while, and Thoma’s initial response would’ve been to decline. He doesn’t quite trust himself yet to be around you, even after the... drastic measures he took.
But for someone who always heeds his conscience, Thoma finds it awfully easy to slide the door back in place and keep you company.
…
The heat is absolutely killing you.
Not only were your compliance deadlines piling up one after the other, but you were starting to sweat through your kimono as well. Isolating yourself inside your study isn’t how you would typically oversee the projects handed to your care. But with all the signatories and corrections you had to go over, you have no choice but to hole yourself up until every page was proofread down to the letter. The experience is twice as worse when you’re stuck inside the stifling heat of your study.
So when Thoma drops by with some refreshments, you can’t help but convince him to stay despite his obvious avoidance.
Compared to the last couple of days, though, he seems less elusive. Thoma is seated comfortably right across your work table, going over the documents you were compiling as he listens to your rambling.
Ever since the Raiden Shogun greenlit the Yashiro Commission’s plans for the festival, both you and Ayato have been working around the clock. Your husband delegated himself with the task of inviting guests from other nations, while you coordinated with the local government to make sure everything went smoothly. But even with Ayaka’s advice on the diplomatic side of things, you can’t help but feel…burned out.
It hasn’t even been a month since you’ve married into the Kamisato clan, but whatever assumptions you had about their work all went up in smoke. Overseeing the cultural machinations of Inazuma is twice as difficult as you thought it would be. Even with your own experience, you couldn’t fathom how Ayato must’ve handled things when he was the only one managing the political affairs of the Yashiro Commission.
These days, you only ever see him during the evening – just when the two of you are about to sleep. While last night’s…escapade certainly left you flustered, you were back in business come morning, much to your dismay.
But right now, your exhaustion has partially been stemmed by the company of your good friend, Thoma, who tells you:
“Aren’t you being too meticulous about this, milady?”
He posits the question as he hands you a slice of watermelon – one that you absentmindedly accept as you process his words. “I was told that, when it comes to politics, one can’t be ‘too meticulous’.”
“Forgive me. I meant to say you might be holding yourself to an unfair standard,” he clarifies with a worried look. “Lord Ayato also has these moments of perfectionism. He once told me to hold him back if the effort he’s exerting unreasonably outweighs his well-being, so I’m a bit inclined to do the same for you. We can’t have the newest member of the clan collapsing due to work-related stress, you know.”
Thoma told you all that in a somewhat scolding tone – one that reminds you of your mother back home. The thought makes you chuckle as you finally allow yourself a bite from the fruit in your hands.
“...This is pretty good,” you comment, chewing thoughtfully as you flash Thoma an impressed look. “Aren’t watermelons out of season in the spring?”
“Heat waves are also out of season in the spring, but here we are.” He laughs, organizing the papers on your desk as you help yourself to a quick snack. “It’s kind of stuffy in here, though. Would you like me to open the windows, milady?”
You cuss silently when you feel the watermelon juice dripping down your fingers and onto your chest. The thought that Thoma is right there, bearing witness to your messy eating habits is a bit embarrassing, but you’d take that over his avoidance any day.
“No, it’s alright,” you reply as you attempt to keep the papers on your desk free from stains. “I get distracted when I hear the noise outside, so I’ve been putting up with the heat all this time… But since I’m pretty much on break, I guess it’s fine.”
Thoma doesn’t reply, but you don’t think much of his silence. Not when you’re busy trying (and failing) to consume watermelon like a normal human being.
Realizing that eating in front of your desk is not the way to do things, you place your half-eaten slice back on the plate to grab a towel inside a nearby drawer. Gods, your bangs are starting to stick to your forehead with how sweaty you are, too.
Dabbing the fruit juices and the sweat on your skin makes you feel like you deserve a long, cold shower. But with how much you have left to do, you might as well save it for last. Besides, Thoma’s company is enough to dispel the stress that’s been accumulating over the past few days.
But when your eyes rivet back to him, you realize he’s staring at you rather…intently.
…
Thoma is, for lack of a better word, fucked.
Bringing you the Hiiragi clan’s watermelons isn’t as dreadful as he initially thought. He assumed you’d interrogate him about his behavior now that the two of you were alone, but you merely sat down and shared your current progress with putting the Irodori Festival into motion. The gesture brought him back to the time when you were still Ayato’s fiancée, so unsure whether Her Excellency was even going to approve of your initial plans. The sense of familiarity feels undeserved, but Thoma basked in it nonetheless.
He slowly eased into giving you some advice you needed to hear, too – making him think that he was finally able to forget about that indescribable itch he had last night. His gut was right. Getting off once really did help in –
Wrong.
Things were going so smoothly. Thoma was so sure he’d finally be able to look you in the eye without feeling ashamed of himself anymore.
But then you started eating the food he brought.
There’s nothing wrong with that. Absolutely nothing! What’s wrong is the fact that his green eyes are riveted on the way the watermelon’s juices slide down your chest – disappearing into the conspicuous cleavage of your breasts.
Now that he’s painfully aware, Thoma realizes that the lapels of your kimono are nudged somewhat wider today. Probably because of the heat. But he didn’t even notice you wearing it any differently until his brain decided to point it out, and now he can’t bring himself to peel his gaze away.
His throat bobs as you try to lick the juices off your fingers, praying to all seven archons to help him keep his non-existent virtue. If this happened before his unintentional voyeur session, he would’ve found it amusing to know that nobles like you could be messy eaters, too. But since he lives in a world where the universe is out for blood, all he gets is a poorly timed erection in the middle of a sweltering afternoon.
Thoma only realizes he spaced out when you call out his name.
“Are you alright?” you ask, readjusting your clothes as you sling a small towel over your shoulder. “Don’t tell me the heat’s getting to you, too.”
It would’ve been better if the reason was as simple as that. But the longer Thoma lets himself stare at your curious yet worried expression, the more the guilt eats at his heart.
“I just remembered I need to pick-up a fan Lady Ayaka commissioned in the city,” he lies, a poignant smile gracing his lips. “I hope you enjoy the rest of your day, milady.”
“Hey, Thoma – !”
Not waiting for you to speak any further, the chief retainer sees himself out of your study – shutting the door behind him with more force than needed. He tilts his head up to the ceiling with a withering sigh. The moment he closes his eyes, all he sees is the curve of your supple breasts, peeking from the window of skin from your kimono, as if inviting him to come closer.
This isn’t normal, Thoma finally acknowledges. I think I need to see a healer.
Before heading down to the foyer, where the other retainers ate their watermelon slices, Thoma readjusts the apron tied around his waist. Not too loose that it would slip off if he was careless, but not too tight that people could make out the contour of something hard and prominent between his legs.
In an act of wayward penitence, Thoma doesn’t relieve himself for the entire day. Maybe a little punishment would help him get over these lecherous thoughts.
Little does he know, what awaits him further down the road is far from punishment.
...
There are a handful of things you could’ve said the moment Ayato steps inside your shared bedroom come nightfall. Welcome home or I missed you would’ve been your top contenders. But instead of greeting him like any doting wife should –
“He’s definitely avoiding me!” you sulk, sinking into your husband’s arms with a pout. “I thought we were on good terms now, but Thoma’s being elusive again.”
Ayato hums with an amused smile on his face. He undoes the straps of his shoulder guards without breaking free from your embrace, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. The sweet gesture makes you flush – slightly ashamed at your sudden outburst.
“Your husband comes home after a long day chock full of meetings, and that’s the first thing you say to him?” he chuckles.
You sigh, breathing in the scent of his coat as you meet his gaze. “I’m sorry… I just – I don’t like feeling as if I’ve slighted him when I’m not doing anything wrong. Today, he even sat down with me in my study while we ate watermelon slices, and – Why are you looking at me like that?”
Your eyes narrow once the grin on Ayato’s face curls a bit mischievously. You’ve been with him long enough to recognize his many misleading expressions, so you know a scheming Yashiro Commissioner when you see it.
“We’ve both had our hands tied for the past few days, but…” He trails off before caressing your face tenderly. Despite his obvious plotting, you can’t help but lean into his touch. “How about I help you get to the bottom of this, hm? I can’t sleep at night, knowing my wife harbors all these troubles in her head.”
You stare at him suspiciously. “You’ll help me even if it’s because of another man?”
“You speak of Thoma like he’s your paramour and not our long-time friend,” Ayato laughs again, and you feel your face warm with embarrassment. “Don’t worry. I’ve just finished drafting the invitation letters for all the special guests we’ll invite to the festival. I have a lot of free time on my hands now, actually.”
“Okay,” you play along. Despite your skepticism, you know Ayato would never put you in harm’s way. “How do you plan on ‘getting to the bottom of it’ then?”
“Hehe, well...”
You shouldn’t find it so endearing when his lilac eyes twinkle with anticipation – like he has a secret he longs to tell. But then again, one of the reasons you fell in love with Ayato is because there was simply never a dull moment with him. Times you can spend with the man behind the mantle of Yashiro Commissioner are few and far in between, especially with all the festival preparations in play.
What sort of fool would you be if you didn’t take his offer?
…
On the day before the Irodori Festival, Ayato orders Thoma to drop by his bedroom before retiring for the night.
While he still has reservations about doing so, Thoma is sure he’s done a healthy amount of self-reflection over the past few days. Once he’s done his share of the preparations, the chief retainer would always make the trip to the Grand Narukami Shrine, offering prayers of absolution to the gods who dare listen to his pleas. It seems to work though, because even if he’s still wary of being around you, he’s no longer plagued with unsavory thoughts.
The shrine maiden handing out fortune slips seems to be in a better mood as of late, too – entertaining him with small talk before handing Thoma the day’s fortune.
So when he marches to his lord’s quarters that night – fully aware that he drew a Great Fortune slip today – Thoma doesn’t feel the slightest bit anxious. He repented for his sins and focused his attention on the Irodori Festival instead. The gods must be looking down favorably at him now.
Right?
He ambles by the hallway in front of Ayato’s bedroom, not hesitating to bring a closed fist against the door. Thoma vaguely hears snippets of conversation inside, but the words are too hushed for him to make out.
“Thoma? Is that you?” Ayato asks aloud.
“Yes, my lord,” he responds in kind. “Did you need anything?”
The other side falls silent for a while, and Thoma strains his ears for any sort of noise to no avail. This late at night, you should probably be inside the room as well. But what could Ayato possibly –
“Come in for a while.”
He looks around for a while, checking if there’s anyone else in the vicinity. Even if Thoma knows he probably has nothing to worry about, there’s still an inkling of self-consciousness that lingers in his chest. As if the sight of him stepping inside the room Ayato shared with you is a grave sin. But he reminds himself that, as long as he kept a pure and positive outlook on things, he wouldn’t be forced into awry situations.
All his efforts at keeping a clean conscience, though, are all for naught.
…
While Ayato has a way with getting things done in the most unorthodox ways, proposing a threeway is the last thing you thought he would cook up. You thought he was joking at first, but when you questioned the sincerity of his request, your husband flashed you a sulking look.
“As your husband, I have a duty not only to support you in all your endeavors, but to also make sure you live a happy, married life by my side,” he told you. “However, I also have duties as the Yashiro Commissioner.”
You stared at him, perplexed. “What does that have anything to do with having a threeway?”
“Why, it has everything to do with it,” Ayato chuckled before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “When one of my most trusted retainers is visibly tormented by…his untimely attraction for my wife, I should probably help him out, no?”
Despite doing your best to hide your mortified reaction, you were sure Ayato could sense it either way. Who could blame you, though? You’ve heard rumors about this-and-that’s marriage falling through because of unsuspecting third parties. Your husband is completely aware that Thoma could be…vying for you, as well. But instead of taking action against him, he’s asking you if you want to sleep with him?
“Of course, the last thing I wish to do is force you into something you don’t want,” Ayato reassured. “We can both take Thoma’s secret to the grave, and let things run its natural course. He’s a smart man. He won’t let the temptations of the flesh cloud his judgment so easily. In a few months, he could dismiss this all as a fever dream and nothing else.”
“...Or, we can let him experience what he’s missing out on.”
You hesitated, still reeling from the fact that the poor chief retainer himself had heard you getting fucked to an inch of your life, not once, but twice. No wonder Ayato seemed rather distracted during those nights, despite the vigorous attention he paid to your body.
The moral choice was, of course, to decline. Not only will you jeopardize Ayato’s reputation by agreeing to have Thoma as your lover, but you’ll compromise your own principles as well. You were raised not only to be a formidable leader, but also a faithful partner. Giving in to these subtle curiosities might cost you everything you’ve been working so hard for.
But as you watched the way Ayato smiled at you encouragingly – the beauty mark below his lip further accentuating his features – you’re reminded that being married to him wasn’t the same as being married to any other man.
You’d be lying if you said that knowing Thoma was attracted to you didn’t send a rush of conceit straight through your skull. Under all the layers of propriety, you knew you were quite the wicked soul at heart.
Besides, you were crazy enough to get hitched with Kamisato Ayato, of all people.
You couldn’t fathom how he must’ve planned all this on top of his responsibilities for the festival. You barely had any time yourself once the venue preparations were underway. But your husband, ever the efficient schemer, scheduled the fateful encounter on the night before the celebration.
The moment Thoma steps inside the room, Ayato curls his fingers inside you with startling precision – ripping a moan from your lips as your eyes lock with your unknowing guest. Thoma’s emerald gaze widens with equal parts surprise and disbelief, and for a moment, you mirror the same expression.
After all, no amount of planning could prepare you for what your husband has in store tonight.
“We’ve been waiting for you all night.,” Ayato chuckles, trailing his lips across the sensitive skin of your thighs. “I can hardly count how many times I’ve made her come, but at least the guest of honor is finally here.”
Thoma at least has the decency to shut the door behind him to keep any prying eyes out. Despite the fact that you’re still sensitive from Ayato’s godly oral, you can’t help the heat that boils beneath your skin once more as Thoma’s eyes rake over your bare form.
“M-My lord, has there been some sort of mistake?” he stammers. “I think I should see myself out –”
“You’re the one I ordered to come here at midnight, yes?” your husband sighs, rising from the nest he’s made of your thighs before passively teasing your entrance with gloved hands. “Now, would you like to sit back and watch or do you prefer being the one who directs the show?”
You whine as Ayato slides his fingers inside you once again – the feeling of leather brushing against your sensitive walls a foreign but welcome sensation. He teased you about it when he was still preparing you for the show, but you’re afraid that getting fingerfucked with his gloves on is going to be a staple from here on out.
Speaking of staples…
The internal conflict is pitifully evident on Thoma’s face. You can tell that his desire to partake in all this debauchery and his honor as the clan’s chief retainer are warring inside his head.
“Thoma,” you call out, voice hoarse with need as you nudge your legs wider – displaying your slick entrance for him to see.
“I want you.”
Ayato chuckles as he surrenders his grip on your thighs. When you whimper from the loss of his touch, he consoles you with a soft kiss on your lips.
“My wife wants you, Thoma,” he says brazenly. “Aren’t you going to give her what she desires?”
As Ayato teases your sensitive spots to keep you constantly wanting, you’re vaguely aware of how long it’s taking Thoma to give him an answer. For a moment, you fear that his rationality would win in the end, and he’d leave you high and dry without saying a word.
But, tentatively, Thoma says:
“I’d like to watch first, my lord.”
Your husband’s mouth twitches into a no-good smile as he picks you up in one swift motion. This catches you by surprise for a moment, but you offer no complaints as he seats himself on his reading chair, and eases you on top of his lap. You feel lewd like this – back turned to Ayato as you spread your legs for another man’s appraisal.
“Always so attentive,” Ayato comments, and you don’t know if he’s speaking to you or Thoma. His gloved hands massage idle shapes onto your thighs, and you can’t help but squirm underneath his touch. “Well, firstly, you won’t have to worry about finding out what feels good for my darling wife. She’s always so sensitive everywhere you touch her.”
As if to prove his point, Ayato grazes his teeth against the cut of your jaw – making a shiver rack through your whole body as your hips buck in the air. “See?”
“Ayato,” you whine, guiding his hands to your center.
“Ah, she doesn’t like it when you tease too much. Unfortunately for her, I’m the one she chose as a regular bedfellow,” he laughs, cooing at you like a master to his pet as he lathers his fingers with your dripping essence. “That makes me wonder if you could offer her a better experience.”
Thoma, who still hasn’t moved from where he stood, gulps nervously. “I wouldn’t dare impose, my lord.”
“Oh, but we’d greatly appreciate it if you did.” Ayato casts him another misplaced grin, finally easing his thick digits into your heat as you rest your head on his shoulder. “How many fingers do you want, darling?”
In a delirious haze, you sigh, “All of them.”
“How greedy. You might as well just ask for my cock then.” He tuts. “But I could’ve sworn you came faster when I played with you like this.”
Your reaction is immediate when Ayato uses his free hand to rub tight circles around your clit – timing each movement with the squelch of his fingers inside your pussy. His hot breath ghosts against your ear, and you can feel the outline of his clothed erection against your ass. The fact that Thoma is watching all this unfold silently but with his own brand of hunger stimulates you in more ways than one.
“Oh? She tightened up just now,” your husband chuckles, taking out the fingers buried inside your cunt to bring them to your lips. “You like it when Thoma watches, don’t you, love?”
You take the leather of his gloves inside your mouth without another word – tasting yourself on his fingers without much heed for decorum. Ayato never halts his ministrations against that sensitive bud, and you moan around his digits as he slowly builds you up to another orgasm.
“Thoma,” you whisper. “Please…”
This time, he doesn’t hesitate.
The blond kneels before you like a devoted believer at the foot of the Shogun’s statue. You can sense the hesitation in his touch, still, when his warm, large hands slide across your thighs. As your husband continues his endless onslaught on your poor, abused clit, Thoma removes his own gloves – experimentally easing a finger into the tight ring of your cunt as those bright green eyes meet yours halfway.
It’s a good thing Ayato’s fingers are keeping you from moaning too loudly. Something about the way Thoma stares at you between your thighs has your toes curling with pleasure.
With the chief retainer’s presence, Ayato elects to shift both of his hands on the spill of your breasts instead – sticky fingers kneading your flesh as Thoma eases another finger inside you.
“She’s so wet,” he says, almost disbelievingly.
“That’s all because of you,” Ayato chuckles before sucking another love bite on the side of your neck. When he rolls your nipples between his fingers, your walls unexpectedly clamp down on Thoma’s intrusive fingers once more. “She’s quite the vixen, isn’t she? A goddess you can’t help but worship. Oh, but she’s been working so hard these days. This warrants our undivided attention, doesn’t it?”
Thoma nods absentmindedly, pulling out his fingers, much to your disappointment. He’s still staring at your pussy like it’s a myth he’s come to confirm with his own two eyes. You’re about to dish out some teasing remark about it, but when he hoists your legs over his shoulders, the words die in your throat.
He’s unexpectedly talented with his mouth – alternating between dipping his tongue into your swollen entrance and licking swift patterns across your clit. Your fingers migrate to his hair, tugging at the golden tufts. You can hear Ayato make a satisfied sound behind you, but all you can think about is the sensation of Thoma tracing lines of poetry between your thighs.
“My, you’re enjoying yourself quite a lot, hm?” Ayato whispers in your ear, turning your head to the side to meet his lips in a hurried kiss. You never once pictured yourself in this situation – seated on your husband’s lap as another man fucks you with his tongue. Saying that you’re enjoying yourself is an understatement.
“I’m close,” you admit – murmuring the words against his mouth as you feel Thoma’s grip on your thighs tighten. “A-Ayato, I’m so close…”
Your husband breathes out a soft laugh. “You hear that, Thoma?”
“Yes,” he sighs, and you realize he’s already hauled his own cock out of the confines of his pants, fisting his engorged length as he brought you the pinnacle. The sight is nothing short of erotic, and once Thoma makes another pass on your oversensitive clit, you’re gone.
The waves of your climax hit you like a storm – making you convulse on Ayato’s lap as Thoma helps you ride it out. Your husband silences your moans with his lips once again and for once, you wonder if this is what heaven feels like.
When you come to your senses again, still boneless from your orgasm, you realize you’re now lying on the futon. In front of you, the two men strip themselves of their garments, making the heat rise to your cheeks at the idea that you really were going to push through with this.
“As much as I’d like to sit down and watch you fuck my wife with something else, I’m feeling quite famished myself,” Ayato admits once the last of his clothes falls to the floor. “Thoma, would you be a dear and grab the bottle inside the nightstand?”
The orders make you raise an eyebrow in question, but Thoma follows them wordlessly – procuring a small, glass bottle with a transparent liquid inside. You hate how you immediately recognize what it is.
Ayato leans closer to you once he retrieves the lubricant from Thoma’s grasp before caressing your cheek tenderly.
“Are you alright?” he murmurs, and you nod slowly. “Good. You should rest for a moment before we move on to the next.”
You pout. “But –”
“No buts,” your husband scolds, unscrewing the lid on the bottle before rising back to his feet. “Thoma over here deserves a reward, don’t you think? He’s been so good for you – making you come with his mouth and fingers alone.”
With each word that Ayato utters, the closer he draws to his chief retainer. Thoma, who’s standing there only in his underwear flushes at the praise, and you can only watch in quiet fascination as Ayato ghosts his lips across Thoma’s face.
“Despite how I might look, I’m actually a greedy man,” your husband admits, lathering his palm with a copious amount of lubricant. “I don’t just share what belongs to me to anyone else. You’re quite the special case, Thoma. I’d trust you with my entire life…so it’s only fair for me to trust you with my wife’s satisfaction as well.”
Thoma doesn’t even flinch when Ayato takes out his cock – lathering the retainer’s length with the fluid on his fingers. He accepts his lord’s advances still, when Ayato captures his mouth in a sloppy kiss. The sight of your husband lubing up another man’s cock would’ve never crossed your mind, but as Thoma pants against the crook of Ayato’s neck, you find yourself squeezing your thighs to abate the stemming arousal.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Ayato asks. “The real thing is much better than simply taking care of it alone in your bedroom… Oh, but she looks ready to go, as well.”
You feel your skin prickle under the heat of both their stares – familiar lilac and intense emerald. Ayato chuckles before planting one last peck on Thoma’s lips, crawling towards you on the bed with heady anticipation.
“Having her take both of us at the same time is going to be a bit of a pickle,” he admits, resuming the position you were in on his reading chair, with him behind you and Thoma in front. “We’ve already loosened her up, but it might not be enough.”
Thoma nods in understanding, easing himself before you with a shy look. “I don’t want to hurt you either, milady.”
You sigh before pulling him in for a kiss.
It’s ironic, really – how Thoma got up close and personal with your cunt before getting to kiss you properly. The taste of you still lingers on his lips, making you curl your fingers around his messy blond hair to deepen your union. A low groan rumbles in the chief retainer’s chest, and you almost get carried away if it weren’t for the feeling of something hard prodding your entrance.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” Ayato sighs – angling his hips before bottoming out with one languid push. “We’re just getting started, after all.”
This blindsides you for a moment, making you moan against Thoma’s mouth as Ayato does a few experimental thrusts. Despite the odd angle, you can feel the head of his cock brushing the sensitive sponge of flesh inside you. You couldn’t help but fear the loss of your sanity once Thoma manages to ease his cock alongside Ayato’s. One is enough to make you lose your mind, what more two?
Your brief contemplation is derailed by the sensation of Thoma easing a single finger into your stuffed cunt – one he lathered with Ayato’s lubricant as he thrusts in time with your husband. The intrusion is a little uncomfortable, but the longer Thoma loosens you up, the easier it is to get used to it. It doesn’t take long before he’s able to slide three fingers inside you, along with Ayato’s impressive girth. By the time the blond deems you sufficiently prepared, you’re already babbling his name like a string of prayers.
“Thoma… Please, please,” you whimper, embracing him as if your life depended on getting split open on his and Ayato’s cocks. “I can’t wait anymore.”
“I hope your stamina in bed is just as good as your stamina on the job,” Ayato quips breathlessly behind you, slowing his own movements to accommodate Thoma. “As you can see, she’s quite the nymphomaniac.”
Normally, you would’ve shot him a dirty look for saying such a thing, but then again, Ayato only told him the truth. Maybe it was from all the stress that’s been accumulating over the past month. Maybe you’ve secretly wanted Thoma all this time, too. But whatever the reason might be, all you know is that you need to be filled by both of them. Now.
Your desperation for release takes form in the crystalline tears that roll down your cheeks. Thoma sighs, leaning down to kiss them away as he lines his lubed-up cock with your entrance.
“You’re too beautiful to cry, milady,” he whispers almost reverently, and your heart soars. “Forgive me for bringing you to tears.”
Finally, finally, he breaches your pussy with slow yet firm movements. You have to bite Thoma’s shoulder to keep yourself from crying out and awaking the entire estate. Each inch of his length stretches you out far more than what you’re used to, but despite the unfamiliar burn of their intrusion, you force yourself to take these two men like you were made to be their cocksleeve and none else.
“You’re doing so well for us.” Ayato’s voice is a husky drawl in your ear, taking the lobe between his teeth. “Thoma’s right – you’re too beautiful to cry. But that’s what taking two cocks at the same time does to you, isn’t it?”
Thoma heaves a long breath when he finally bottoms out inside – making you feel how their members throb inside you. You’re convinced that you passed out for a few seconds, but Thoma brings your consciousness back to life with a kiss.
“Don’t fall asleep on us now,” he whispers, and for the first time, you spot a ravenous glint in his usually bright eyes.
You wonder if they talked about this without your knowledge beforehand. Because when Ayato and Thoma start pounding into you, they’re in such perfect sync, that it’s hard to think they hadn’t colluded.
You can barely make a sound as the sensations overload your senses – pleasure rolling off your nerves in infinite waves as their cockheads kiss your cervix in tandem with the other. You’re so embarrassingly wet, whether it’s because of the lubricant or your own degenerate arousal, you don’t even know anymore.
When Thoma mends your mouths together in another kiss, he plants a quiet apology across your lips. You don’t know what it’s for, but it tastes sweet on your tongue – a needed distraction from the stretch of being loved by two men at the same time.
You vaguely feel Ayato tug at your hair before he mirrors the same gesture, tongue invading the cavern of your mouth the same way his cock makes a mess of your cunt. Thoma doesn’t spare you the reverie either, and you moan in delight as he takes a pert nipple between his lips.
“What an insatiable woman you are,” your husband huffs, grabbing fistfuls of your ass as he amps up the pace. “You’re clamping down on us so tight. It’s almost like you don’t want us to leave.”
Above you, Thoma lets out a breathless laugh. “Do you like it when we fuck you both at the same time, milady?”
The sound of the polite chief retainer talking so filthily sends a thrill through your core. You don’t answer aloud – not trusting your voice to carry a sufficient message. But you also fear that you won’t be satisfied with just having one or the other.
It has to be both.
Inside you, their cocks rub against the other relentlessly, bringing you closer and closer to a pinnacle you never once thought of reaching. Ayato continues to murmur those sweet and filthy nothings into your ear as Thoma ferociously leaves his mark on your chest – a reminder of this fateful night.
Your orgasm crests earlier than theirs – walls tightening even more against their thick members. Thoma latches his lips onto your neck as he slows his pace, and Ayato rubs your oversensitive clit to help you get off.
You can vaguely feel Thoma’s cock twitch inside you, and he swears colorfully under his breath. But instead of letting himself go, he seemingly stares at Ayato for permission.
“She loves it when you finish inside her,” your husband chuckles – his own pace growing erratic with need. “Go on. Fill her up. Have her dripping with you for days.”
That’s all the push he needs until you feel a rush of warmth envelop the velvet heat of your pussy – filling you into overflowing as Thoma lets out a shuddering moan. Ayato isn’t far behind as you feel spurts of his cum coat your insides, mixing with Thoma’s spend in the most debauched way possible.
You lay in between these two men for a while longer, reining your thoughts into a single place. The heat of their bodies, no matter how sweaty, makes you feel safe; secure. There’s nothing more that you want apart from laying here with them forever.
But Thoma, ever-so quick to recover, pulls himself out – making you bleat like a lamb from the loss of his heat.
“No…” you nearly sob, watching as their mixed essence trickles out of your gaping pussy.
The chief retainer’s face is as red as his vision. You know that look. That’s the look Thoma always gives you when he’s ready to skitter away and avoid you.
Fortunately, Ayato notices the same thing.
“Why don’t you sleep here tonight, Thoma?” your husband offers with a sordid smile. “Who knows what rumors would circulate around the estate if someone catches you leaving our room in the dead of night.”
“I-I’m sorry?” Thoma asks, blinking in disbelief.
He laughs, easing his own member slowly outside as he cradles you gently in his arms. You can’t even protest this time, now that the fatigue is starting to catch up to you. “You heard me. Besides, I might need some help taking care of this one. She’s a bit over the moon every time we have sex.”
“My mind is still intact, my lord,” you huff, but in spite of the teasing lilt of his words, you curl around Ayato’s embrace nonetheless. Still, you manage to look Thoma in the eye even after the lustful haze has dissipated.
“You’ll stay with us, won’t you?”
The aftercare that Ayato provides you with is nothing short of endearing, but having two men fuss over you in the middle of the night is downright spoiling you. Once Thoma has helped clean you up, your husband makes enough room for three on your shared futon. No words are exchanged during the interim, but you feel the weight of their affection with each lingering touch, no less.
When you’re back in your rightful place between these two men, you wonder if this is going to be a one-time thing. Archons know you can’t just go back to the way things were – not when Thoma has littered your body with the marks of his teeth.
Not when you and Ayato realize there’s room in your marriage for one more person.
“Thoma, how about I entrust you with an important task?”
Your husband utters the words when you’re on the brink of sleep. You barely catch them, but you cling to your remaining wisps of consciousness as you listen to what else they have to say.
“What is it?” Thoma murmurs softly.
Ayato laughs, low and steady. “We both know my job as the Yashiro Commissioner often keeps me away when all I really want is to be at home with my wife and family.
“In my absence, I trust you to keep her…satisfied. Am I making myself clear?”
You feel Thoma shift beside you, a large hand resting on the curve of your hip as if giving Ayato a wordless answer. When his hot breath ghosts the crook of your neck, you shudder in anticipation.
"who's idea was it to watch this movie anyway?" kaveh dramatically rolls his eyes. there's so much sass in his tone as he speaks, and he's coddled up in the middle between you and al-haitham. he's yawning, a faint vexed expression showcasing on him. "50 shades of grey? more like 50 shades of overrated."
"did you forget that it was your idea for us to watch it all together or are you just stupid," al-haitham side-eyes his blond roommate, and you giggle, seeing kaveh's face appear all shocked and disgusted. you're stuffing your mouth with salty popcorn, and laying your head down on al-haitham's shoulder which he doesn't seem to mind. all of you are really close best friends. he's not watching the movie anyway, he just has his nose stuffed in a book, as usual.
"guys, shut up. i can't hear the movie with you all moaning in the background." you made a hand motion, and they both glance at you with the same look of revulsion. they genuinely wondered why you were so interested in the movie.
"now that's just uncalled for Y/N," kaveh furrows his eyebrows. "and you," he then turns towards al-haitham, and snatches his novel out of his hands. al-haitham doesn't even looked fazed. "you're not even watching the movie! archons, you're so boooring." al-haitham blankly gives the blond a stare before merely squinting at the bright screen where a sex scene was being displayed. he saw how you were actually really drawn into the movie before poking your forehead. you were so lost in it, you didn't even notice. probably because you'd never surprisingly seen the movie but still.
"that's because instead of watching people fuck, i'd rather do it in real life," al-haitham snatches his book back from kaveh. he then pauses the screen with the remote, and you look up at the two guys that stared dead at you. "besides, i can think of something better for us to do than watch a dumb movie. all three of us."
you deadpan, and kaveh's sat up giving al-haitham a stank face. "what, like braid each other's hair?"
you nearly laugh, seeing the irriatation spread on al-haitham's lips. he rolls his eyes before skimming through the pages of his book, trying to probably find where he left off. "no, kaveh. i'm suggesting a threesome," he speaks properly, and the both of you stare up at him. "remember Y/N brought it up a few weeks ago?"
"oh i did?" you nervously giggled, and feel it get suddenly hot as your two best friends gawk at you. in your defense, you actually did bring up a threesome. as a joke. unless they would actually agree to it.
kaveh hums to himself with his interest piqued, running a hand down his half-buttoned-up shirt. "ooh? a threesome? that'd be hot," he mutters with a nod and he's looking away into the distance, then at al-haitham. "i bet i can make Y/N cum faster than you, al-haitham."
"there's no need to be delusional, kaveh." al-haitham ridicules.
kaveh turns to you, and his light crimson red suddenly deeply stares into yours. he's staring down at you, with a subtle smile. "what do you think roomie? think i can make you cum quicker than this idiot?"
"is that a trick question...?" you looked into his eyes, with a daring smile. kaveh studies your face for a minute, trailing his thumb against your cheek before it goes towards your lips. he makes you slightly raise your chin up before you feel al-haitham sneak behind you.
"maybe." kaveh mumbles, and his eye contact is so brutal it has butterflies pouring into your stomach.
al-haitham leans against your ear, and you take a deep breath as you clenched your thighs together. "are you sure you want to? we'll stop at any given time if you want."
"yeah..i'm sure." you nodded, and that's right when kaveh gently pulled in your neck for a sweet kiss. a small smile went on your lips as his tongue tangled with yours. kaveh rubbed a soft finger against the middle part of your throat, and you slipped out a moan once you felt al-haitham's hand graze against your fluffy pajama pants. his touch was slow but dangerous, and he swiftly undid the tie of your pants as you two made out.
once you pulled away, al-haitham helps you strip, and kaveh's just staring at you with that same perverted expression he always has. both of them strip too, only in their boxers and shorts now, and you gawk at the both of them. they looked absolutely gorgeous, then again, you practically live with them, so you've seen them half-naked before.
"we're gonna do this here?" you mumbled, rubbing your arms together.
"oh, of course not," al-haitham shakes his head, planting a kiss on your cheek. he then picks you up with ease, throwing you over his shoulder and you giggle. "we'll be using kaveh's bed."
kaveh glares at al-haitham, but surprisingly doesn't say anything snarky back. what a shocker. "pft." he scoffs.
the three of you are all laid in kaveh's cozy tidy room. you're laid on the bed, and al-haitham's sat over you. his emerald eyes are piercing into yours before he licks the side of his mouth once he gets a good glimpsing view of your exposed pussy. you wore a black laced set, and he immediately lays his head down, no hesitation at all. "i'm gonna eat you out, and kaveh's gonna watch."
"hey man, i'd rather go jerk off than watch you fuck our hot roommate." kaveh sulks, genuinely sounding offended. al-haitham was obviously joking, but of course, kaveh didn't get the hint.
you extend your arms out cutely, glancing up at your roommate, and tug on kaveh's boxers. he stares at you before finally getting the hint. "oh. oh! ...okay, let me help you."
al-haitham makes you get on all fours, and you lay on your elbows. you're looking up at kaveh, and he pulls out his girthy cock. he's got an angry mushroom tip, and some pre-cum's even coating it, leaking from the sides sexily. "open up for me," he mumbles, and you happily obey, and kaveh's softly slapping the tip of his hard cock against your tongue. you couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight, before giving his veiny cock a few kitten kisses and licks at the top. "your tongue feels so good." he breathily gasps, head falling back just slightly.
"fuck." he'd groan, and you start to take him inside of your throat. kaveh grabs a few strands of your hair, and your eyes flutter as you start to work your mouth.
however, your eyes nearly widen as you feel al-haitham's tongue greet your throbby neglected pussy. he doesn't waste any time eating out your soaked folds like a starved man. you let out an inaudible whine, as you're wiggling your hips from the pleasurable sensation of kaveh's hard twitching cock shoved down your little tight throat hole. al-haitham lets out a husky grunt, curling two fingers inside of your puffed pussy and scissoring it with them teasingly.
"you're so pretty with my cock in your mouth, damn." kaveh pouts, and he's moaning from how well you're taking him. his slender fingers tangle in your hair as he makes you look up at him to maintain eye contact. he finds it so hot how his cock is just buried deep into that throat of yours. kaveh had to keep mentally pinching himself because he couldn't honestly believe this was actually happening. "fuck.. that's it. just... relax your throat baby... shit... your tongue feels amazing."
with your back arching, your eyes nearly roll back as al-haitham's sucking anything and everything out of your cunt. his tongue was flawlessly vacuuming your sweet honeyed taste, and all you could do was moan and sit there and take it like a good girl. your pussy's fluttering so much, and your mind fills up with so much fog that you don't even notice the small pools of drool waterfalling down your mouth.
"you're so hot," kaveh swallows thickly, and some blond strands of his hair stick to his forehead. "i can... face fuck you right?"
eagerly, you nod with your eyebrows furrowed like he didn't even have to ask you twice. kaveh sighs of relief at your answer, and he pulls your head just slightly before thrusting his hips forward sloppily into your mouth. he's softly panting, growing harder and harder by the second as he hears you start cutely gagging. you tried to maintain eye contact but your eyes quickly became half-lidded and lazy to keep up.
al-haitham's bringing deep kisses to your clit, and you're bawling up the bed sheets into your hand, head nearly tilting upwards. you're moaning with kaveh's cock still in your mouth, and you feel yourself getting close. al-haitham knows because of your body language. you don't know what to think or feel.
kaveh starts to chase his heavy breathing, and he's kneading his blond eyebrows together as he's watching your head bobble. you made such lewd gagging noises, he found it so hot it make him get a lot harder than he already was. he grunts, eyes fluttering from your warm mouth surrounding him. "fuck, use your fucking tongue. gonna fuck this throat so good.. shit.." and he does, because you can constantly feel his cock repeatedly reach the very back of your throat, tickling your slutty uvula.
you grind your hips against the stoic scribe's face and he's cupping your thighs together in response. your head tilts up before you cum hard, and your legs shake. it nearly caught you by surprise of how hard you just came. the pool of heat that was in your tummy sent you shivers everywhere. you moaned before at that exact time, kaveh's spilling his cum down your throat, dick spasming inside your mouth, stuffing you completely full.
he lets off a trembling orgasm, as so do you and you don't dare waste any drop. he tasted sweet, and some even dripped down your chin. you couldn't really help with how dramatically sloppy you were. it drips all the way down to your chest, and kaveh's groans sound so slutty and corrupt. al-haitham takes multiple orgasms out of you, and you're left a quivering horny mess.
you crawl upwards, licking the side of your mouth clean before al-haitham rubs a few circles on your pussy. he has you laying down now, and you feel heat rise up to your face with both men staring at you.
al-haitham turns towards kaveh, and he's swiping the side of his mouth with his tongue where you coated your pussy juices on and he speaks in a low hoarse voice. "it's your turn kaveh. you're losing. i already made her cum," he taunts, and he's glancing over your beautiful body, before turning away. "you did say you could make her cum. not that i believe that anyway."
kaveh furrows his eyebrows, before he's leaning close to you, softly kissing all over your chest and your collarbone. you sigh, running a hand through his hair. "i can make her cum! just watch me," he sulks, and he's really eager, but slow and so passionate. kaveh spreads your pretty legs before reaching near the side of the nightstand to grab a condom. he quickly puts it over his length, before he's slowly sliding his girth inside of your slickening cunt filled pussy. "hah— that's it, baby, just—open up for me."
"kaveh oh.. my g—god," you'd gasp, and he's slowly sinking his inches deep into your wet tight hole. he's teasingly dragging the tip of his fat cock against your folds, before within seconds, he's all the way inside. you softly let out a moan, before staring up at kaveh whose face is already completely flushed. "y-you do know what you're doing right?" you teased, a faint smile spreading on your trembling lips.
"of course i do," he says, grimacing slyly at you. then, kaveh's parting your lips apart, and stuffing two of his fingers down your throat. happily, you grab onto his wrist, spit nearly pouring out of your mouth again as your moans were swathed and muffled. you're gasping at the feeling of his cock puncturing inside of your cunt, your walls just clenching and squeezing around him. you look upside down to see al-haitham, staring at you with his book in hand. seeing your cute expression resting on your face, he grabs kaveh's fingers out of your mouth to see the wad of spit drip down your chin. "look at how messy our roommate is, al-haitham."
al-haitham's looking down at you with soft dark eyes, as he's watching you get pounded ruthlessly by his roommate. you're digging your nails into the blond architect's back. you're tilting your head back as he's gripping your frail waist al-haitham's watching your whine and sob from kaveh's super deep good thrusts. a strangled moan gets ripped from your throat as he felt the way your hips bucked and stuttered against him. as kaveh's fucking you, al-haitham's kissing and marking all over your body, and making soft nips on your sensitive skin. "she's enjoying it. look at her drooling all over the place," the scribe points out, rubbing a thumb against your chin caressingly. "can't speak now can you, huh pretty girl? you getting all cock drunk on this idiot's cock." you whine as a response, clinging onto al-haitham's wrist, and kaveh's just pulling moans out of you from left and right.
kaveh rolls his eyes, continuously stretching and molding out your pussy with his thick cock. "wonder where that little attitude went," he cackles, his calloused slender fingers tracing against your bare chest. his hips are snapping against you frequently to where you're letting out soft squeaks of how good everything felt. "fuck," kaveh swallows, and he pulls your head up to look at him in your giggly, cock-drunken state. "you want me to cum for you?"
"p—please.. inside.." you'd nod briskly, salty tears filling up your eyes, making your vision a little blurry. your voice sounds so shaky and irregular, and you're pleading with your eyes at kaveh. "please cum in me, kaveh," you'd sniffle, taking breaths as you spoke, "want you to fill me up," you then turned to al-haitham who's tickling your hard nipples with his tongue. you softly gripped his hair to make him look up at you. "y—you too, al-haitham. need to feel you both..."
kaveh's thrusts become so thoughtless and sloppy at your whiney words, and you make them both get hard as they stare down at you. "i've never pictured you the type of girl to have such a dirty mouth," he amusingly whispers, bringing a kiss to your nose. kaveh then laughs, banging his hips into you and you're moaning from the immense amounts of pleasure. "huh, you want al-haitham's cock too? think you can be a big girl and handle that?
"yes.." you'd whine, and you feel the eager head of his shaft reach towards your sweet spot numerous times. your breath nearly gets stolen from you as you're tightly wrapping your hips against kaevh's svelte waist. "know i can.."
kaveh's eyes go back in such a seductive way, blond streaks all over his face as he's thrusting into your cunt before he heaves, "mm fuck," and al-haitham's whispering sweet nothing's into your ear, telling you how you're doing so good, and you have the most endearing expressions and sounds. "gonna fill this pussy to the brim. you want that, Y/N?"
"please, kaveh..." you'd sob, legs shaking and body trembling over his cock repeatedly asserting deep into your messy cunt. al-haitham brings you in for a deep kiss, and you kiss him back as you're still moaning inside of his mouth now. you could taste the sweet rich alcohol on his tongue, along with tasting yourself from when he was eating you out earlier. he gripped your neck as kaveh kept rolling his hips against you and you were grinding your hips against kaveh's as if it was instinct.
"take it all, princess," kaveh groans, and he's practically out of it himself, his pink lips quivering as he's just so utterly lost in your pussy. "all this— fuckin' cum just f'you," and kaveh's releasing his hot seed, filling up your achy needy walls. his cock twitches from the pressure being accumulated, and you're still having your legs devoted to his waist.
al-haitham breaks the kiss and you're moaning yourself, feeling a pool of heat in your tummy as he fills you. kaveh's panting cutely, and his moans sound a lot lewd and bratty like yours with his expression totally flushed. he pulls out, and al-haitham stares down at the mess with lust-filled eyes beaming from his dilated pupils.
"you two are so damn messy," al-haitham subtly smirks to himself, shaking his head. kaveh sits aside, moaning from his orgasm as he watches al-haitham rub against your pulsating pussy with his hands, feeling the artsy mess being created. "aw, the cum's spilling out. you said you wanted to be filled, right? can't have that, can we—?"
"yeah.. please.." you sniffled, nodding eagerly as kaveh lays beside you, planting a cute kiss on your forehead. you smile before you feel the scribe's length enter inside your pussy. you feel your legs start to tighten and your eyes widen at his extreme girth and length. al-haitham's really slow, and you're moaning into kaveh's neck. "i-i'm really close, al-haitham.. have to cum.."
al-haitham's slowly fucking the cum back into you, his hips creating a swift motion as he lets out a husky grunt, with your hips jittering from the pleasurable impact. "go ahead. cum all on me, baby," and you feel his half-gloved hand reach near your bare tummy. he feels the bulge that he's making because of his dick and smiles to himself at your expression. "that's it, just relax and cum for me."
you were so fucked dumb, eyes nearly crossed as you grinned filthily with kaveh sucking on your sensitive neck, your skin so sweet and tender. finally, you shuddered as your mouth opened and you could barely keep your eyes open now. you're cumming hard, feeling so stuffed full— eyelids squeezed shut and your hips nearly have a mind of their own as they slowly grind against al-haitham's pelvis. "o-oh my god.. feel so full..." you'd whimper, and anear scream gets snatched from the back of your throat. your two roommates found you so cute, losing yourself on both of their cocks and being their cute little cum dump.
it was such a mess, on kaveh's bed at that. you're panting, and al-haitham pulls out, tears filling your eyes as you're still moaning, pussy fluttering around nothing now, and your face feels all hot now. the two men both sandwich you in the bed.
"you alright?" kaveh pants, and he's rubbing and stroking your chin. he puts a kiss on your cheek and you're completely slumped.
barely comprehending what they're saying, you nod, coddling between both of them as they're holding you close and staring down at the mess they made for you, admiring their dirty work. "i'm... i'm good. i'm really good. thank you... i—i really needed that."
al-haitham traces circles down your tummy, and hums to himself, staring at your exhausted body. "of course you were so good for us," and he then side-eyes kaveh. "even you, kaveh. didn't expect you to last that long."
"what's that supposed to mean??" kaveh furrows his eyebrows, taking full offense. the blond glares, wrapping an arm around you, and you're embracing in the warm body heat you all created.
"nothing," al-haitham smiles, and he lets out a deep breath. "get some rest, and we'll clean you up for you."
you briefly breathe through your nose, sighing before staring at the two of them lying next to you, holding your frail body close. "...okay," you smiled, before quickly pouting. "damn, the movie's probably already over by now."
"don't fret," al-haitham pulls you close to him and you rub your eyes, blurring your vision with static and stars. your body was still very much tingly and had you feeling butterflies swarming all around your tummy. it didn't take you long to fall asleep between your two roommates as al-haitham finished speaking. "we can always rewatch it tomorrow."
「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ alhaitham x fem! reader — 1.3k words — the acting grand sage is a bit inexperienced, so you learn
— contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, virgin + inexperienced alhaitham, dry humping, hand jobs, mentions of male masturbation
— notes ⋮ this is not proof read i couldn’t be bothered
alhaitham has never dated anyone—well, not before you, at least. it’s not exactly a surprise, but you assume he’s at least fooled around before.
you’re not expecting him to be panting under you like this, soft whimpers caught in his throat as your hips grind your heat against his crotch, feeling the bulge through his pants rub along your clit. he’s a mess—sweat glistening on his forehead, hair damp and clinging to the skin as he bites his lip, cheeks flushed a pretty shade of crimson that you don’t think you’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing on him before.
alhaitham is a virgin, you deduce—he has to be from the way he’s seconds away from cumming in his pants.
“you look like you’re about to cum,” you sing, your breath fanning against his ear and making his hands clutch your hips tightly. he fights back the whine begging to escape his mouth, letting out a shaky exhale instead.
“you’re mistaken,” he scoffs stubbornly, “i j-just—fuck,” he cuts himself off with a curse, voice cracking as you roll your hips faster, the friction along his stiff cock burning pleasure up his spine. he’s throbbing—aching to spill his load as your hands find the hem of his shirt, sliding your palms under the fabric to feel up his torso.
they wander over his abs, feeling the taut muscles flex under your touch as he pants, and then your hands find his tits—though he hates when you call them that. your thumbs roll over his pert nipples, pulling a strangle moan from him as his head falls back and his eyes flutter shut.
“baby,” you coo, “you’re falling apart. it’s almost like no one’s ever made you cum before.”
his breath hitches at the statement—and you grin. you’ve got him right here you want him, right in the palm of your hands as he desperately bucks his hips when yours still, chasing the sweet pleasure of friction along his swollen cock.
“well, don’t stop now,” he hisses, glaring at you—but you can see the way his lips are just almost twisted into a pout, eyes hazy and bordering on desperate.
“don’t tell me,” you gasp in faux shock, cupping his cheek and pressing your forehead to his, “the grand sage is a virgin.”
“acting grand sage,” he corrects, avoiding your eyes as blush dusts his cheeks even deeper.
alhaitham is horrified, truth be told. the evening was supposed to go a lot smoother than this—he was supposed to be confident, he was supposed to have you weak in the knees. instead, he’s barely keeping his composure intact—and he hasn’t even taken his pants off yet.
and then there’s the fact that you’re clearly not as…inexperienced as he is, and there’s something close to shame bubbling in his chest. alhaitham has never cared for intimacy—it’s always been a waste of time and a larger deal of hassle than he’s cared for. as far as he’s concerned, his fist has gotten the job done plenty well should he need it, he’s never cared for flings or casual sex.
but now he wishes he was just a slight bit experienced—maybe it’d save his dignity as you grin down at him.
“well, mister acting grand sage,” you press hot, wet kisses up his jaw, making him shiver as your hand travels between your bodies to find his the waistband of his pants, thumb rubbing slow, teasing circles into the skin of his hip. “let’s change that shall we?”
“what—”
“has anyone touched you here?” your hand squeezes his cock through the fabric of his pants, making him groan as he squeezes your hips tighter, almost like he’s searching for something to hold onto.
“n-no—”
“good,” you say happily, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, making him subconsciously chase after you as you pull away all to quickly, “so i get to be the first.”
“does it really matter?” he scoffs—and he tries, you have to give him credit—he tries to keep that stoic and unbothered look on his face, but you can see the cracks easily. too easily.
“maybe not,” you hum, “but it’s still exciting.”
“i think you’re more excited about this than me,” he raises a brow, making you giggle.
and then, wordlessly, you pull out his hardened length, making him hiss as the cool air meets his sensitive skin. he’s long, curved slightly and flushed a pretty pink at the tip, a bead of precum oozing from the slit as you rub hot thumb along it. he gasps, hips bucking from the slightest touch, making you giggle as you press a gentle kiss to his forehead.
“it’s pretty,” you grin, making the tips of his ears burn red as he rolls his eyes.
“you’re an interesting case,” he mutters, voice soft and breathy from the way your hand hovers over where he needs you most. you trace alone the thick vein along the side of his cock, making his eyes close as he lets out a quiet gasp.
“sensitive, baby?”
“stop,” he finally says weakly, head falling to your shoulder as he resigns himself to the embarrassment. but you think he’s cute—adorable, actually, so worked up for your touch and your touch alone.
“‘s ok, i think it’s cute,” you soothe, pressing a kiss to the side of his head.
he moans softly into the crook of your neck as your hand wraps around his girth, smearing the pre cum around his tip before slowly stroking along his length. he’s hot and heavy in your touch, pulsing as your palm drags along the veins running up his cock.
“fuck,” he breathes, “feels…feels good.”
“yeah?” you hum, squeezing at the tip and making him choke on a groan, “are you going to cum, haitham? for me?”
there’s something crossed between a whimper and a gasp caught in his throat at your words, something that makes your clit throb and the wetness between your legs pool as your hand fists his cock faster, the wet, squelching sound filling the room along with his moans.
“y-yeah,” he nods, “i’m close. fuck—so close.”
your hand continues to strike him, pace quickening as you feel him twitch in your hold. you know he’s close, can feel it with the way his nails dig into your hips and his breath fans against your skin with every harsh pant he lets out. his hips thrust up to meet your hand as you rub up and down his length, and you watch with hooded eyes as the akademiya’s scribe—no, the acting grand sage falls apart completely and gives himself to you.
his head falls back and his face breaks from the pleasure, and you watch in awe as alhiatham cums. he sounds pretty, with low, raspy moans and soft whimpers as he shoots hot, sticky ropes of cum into your hand. you stroke him through his high, watching as his mouth parts and his expression crumbles from the intensity of his orgasm.
it’s never felt like this—he’s never been this sensitive. maybe it’s because it’s your hand and not his, maybe it’s because you do something to him that he can’t quite understand, maybe it’s because underneath it all, he’s just a little excited too. either way, alhaitham doesn’t think lonely nights in bed alone with nothing but his own hand to soothe the ache will cut it anymore—not after a taste of this.
“so pretty,” you murmur, pressing kisses into the corners of his mouth as he slumps back, panting as he catches his breath. he stays like that for a bit before he straightens, grunting as his hands toy with the hem of your shirt while he presses his lips to your neck and bites along the skin.
“i’ve never seen someone else cum either,” he says with a small grin, “care to show me what that’s like too?”
hanmas do not plagiarize, repost, or translate to other sites or something i’m too lazy to paste my usual disclaimer
✦ warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact
✦ disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, fingering, foodplay, nipple play, kitchen sex, kazuha smears chocolate and whipped cream on reader, mention of breasts, kazuha calls reader dove, unedited
✦ synopsis: hearing a loud noise in the kitchen, kazuha wakes up to see you failing to bake him a chocolate cake for valentine’s day.
The quiet roar of the heater blew in the small bedroom as dusk began pouring out from the curtains and flooding into the room. As a ray of soft yellow hit Kazuha’s pale face, he hummed, letting a soft sigh escape his lips. He adjusted his body, reaching out a hand out towards your familiar warmth to be greeted with cold sheets instead. He slowly fluttered his long snowy lashes, opening his eyes to see your form wasn’t there—just emptiness and thrown-away sheets.
As Kazuha furrowed his eyebrows and a soft pout decorated his lips, his eyes widened hearing a crash in the kitchen. He quickly sprung up, hurling the blankets and sheets away from him and dashing toward the source of the noise—the kitchen.
There you were by the stove, looking eyes widened and lips parted. The kitchen around you looked as if a monsoon railed through it as flour sugar and chocolate seemed to stain many parts of the counter. On the ground, laid a batter now split across. Kazuha let out a sigh, briefly closing his eyes, it seemed that was the source of the loud noise.
“Dove, what are you doing in the kitchen? It’s a mess…you’re a mess,” Kazuha hummed, chuckling a bit as he walked closer to you. His hand wiped a bit of flour that managed to smudge against your cheek as your eyes darted away avoiding his soft autumn-tinted ones.
“...I wanted to try to make you a chocolate cake for Valentine’s Day but I ended up accidentally knocking the batter on the ground…I’m sorry for waking you up and ruining the gift,” you sighed, cheeks hot in embarrassment. Kazuha chuckled again, amused by your reaction before his thumb pressed against your bottom lip. As your lips parted, about to ask him what he was doing, he swiped along it revealing a bit of chocolate on the digit before pressing it against his mouth and sucking it clean.
Your eyes gazed down at his mischievous look, wiping your face to make sure no other ingredients stuck on you without your knowledge.
“T-Thanks Kazuha…” you stammered out. “You seem to always catch me at my most embarrassing moments.” Kazuha shook his head, leaning close to your face.
“This isn’t an embarrassing moment, we all have these kinds of days. Besides, who said I wasn’t going to enjoy what you have,” he replied. You gasped feeling his hands tightly pressed against your waist, lifting you up so you sat on the counter.
“Kazuha…” you called out, wondering what he was doing. He simply flashed you a smile before it morphed into something more seductive.
“It’s Valentine’s Day, right? So, let me enjoy this chocolate you’ve been using for the cake,” Kazuha murmured. He connected his lips with your own as his cold hands crept underneath your nightshirt, slowly lifting it up and leaving your chest bare.
As he leaned away—a string of saliva now connecting your glossy lips with his own—your lips quivered in anticipation, watching Kazuha retrieve some chocolate sauce you left out for your cake. He opened the cap with a quick snap before letting the chocolatey thick substance ooze out and beginning to coat your stomach with it.
Satisfied with the amount he smeared on it, he snapped the cap back on and placed it where he found it. His hands squeezed on your plush thighs before he darted his tongue out, towards the cold and sticky chocolate staining your body. He flattened his tongue before swiping it up, letting the familiar taste hit his senses with a soft moan.
“Look how good you taste, dove. I just can’t seem to help myself,” he moaned out. His hands soon left your thighs and squeezed on the mounds of your chest as he continuously lapped up the chocolate on it. As he finally finished, he leaned up pressing another soft and seductive kiss on your trembling lips—tasting chocolate that was still on his tongue.
As he leaned away, a smirk plastered on his face, he leaned over and grabbed a canister of whipped cream from the counter, before capturing your lips once more. As one hand focused on shaking the canister, his other dipped down beneath your shorts and cupped your sex. A moan escaped your lips feeling the flat of his thumb press against your clit, rubbing small and deliberate circles as they began to dampen from your arousal.
“My sweet dove, this might be a little cold. Bare with me, beautiful,” he whispered. As he threw the cap away and pointed the nozzle toward your chest, you yelped feeling the cold cream come in contact with your skin—pebbling your nipples. Satisfied with the whipped cream beginning to glide down the mounds of your breast, Kazuha put the canister down and quickly popped a nipple into his mouth.
He hums out, as his finger pressed harder against your sensitive nub. His tongue swirled against the bud of your breast as he sucked the cream away from it and licked you clean. You gasped feeling his digits beginning prodding at your entrance, spoon dipping themselves into your velvety insides.
“Kazuha,” you cried out, feeling him continue to pump his fingers inside of you. His lips never left your chest, still lapping up the remaining whipped cream on them as he went to address its twin. His tongue felt so hot against your skin as he sucked the rest of the cream off. You shifted your hips, desperate for him to get deeper inside of you as his chuckle reverberated through your upper half. You clung closer to him, nails shooting against his bicep.
“Close. M’close!” you cried out. Kazuha merely shushed you, pumping his now curled fingers even faster inside of you—hitting that spongy part inside of you. You arched your back, mumbling his name over and over again.
“That’s right, just like that, dove. Just like that,” he whispered, laying his head on your chest. You cried out his name loudly as you finally reached your high, rocking your body back and forth as he slowly thrusts his fingers, nursing you through it. As you let out a tired sigh, leaning your head against the cabinet for support.
“Hope you aren’t too tired yet, dove,” he hummed. As he finally left his attention on your breast, he slid his hand out from inside of you, grabbing onto the waistband of your shorts, shimming them down until they fell down onto the cold tiled floor. He soon pulled his briefs down, cock slapping against his lower stomach—pulsating and twitching in excitement. He pumped his member a few times, lining himself up with your entrance, slitting his flushed tip against your slit.
His head nudged against your overly clit as you sucked a breath in before he finally slide back down and began to slowly sink his cock inside of you. As he soon bottomed out, he grabbed your leg lifting it up against his shoulder so he could get even deeper.
“You always take me so well, dove,” he groaned before he finally began moving. His pace was slow but deliberate, watching your body move to the pace of his thrusts. As you arched your back again, giving him another beautiful view of your breasts—he offered them a chaste kiss, before quickening his thrusts.
He’s relentless as his cock stretches you out, moving his hand back up to fondle your clit once more. He grunts once more, feeling your walls beginning to cave in and tighten against him, making his movements more difficult. You cry out his name once again, reaching your second climax of the morning, as his thrusts begin to get sloppy.
“F-Fuck…I’m gonna cum if you keep clinging onto that tightly,” he whispered. He shut his eyes tight, soon following suit as ropes of his hot cum shot inside of you. He bucked his hips, a whimper escaping his lips before slowly exiting his softening cock out of your warmth.
His eyes intensely watched a small river of cum begin to drip out of your folds and onto the dirtied tile floor below.
“I wasn’t expecting you to be like this in the morning Kazuha,” you whined as he chuckled. Kazuha grabbed onto your thigh once more, giving him a better view of his cum seeping out of you, before bringing his lips against your clit for a small kiss. He leaned back up with a small smirk, grabbing the dirty bowl still on the ground and placing it near the sink.
“That was all the Valentine’s Day gift needed. You already spoil me plenty enough.”
Warnings: (n)sfw -- minors dni!!!, Tighnari is insatiable, he's a fennec fox during mating season-- do the math lol (breeding, knotting, a little manhandling), little dacryphillia, hair pulling, reader is implied to be a fellow forest watcher and has a vision, bit of a long set up (pwp?), NOT PROOF READ, i kinda...blacked out when i wrote this LMAO
WC: ~3.4k words
There were many things about Tighnari that intrigued you. How a hybrid like him came around was the major one-- you had only seen one other hybrid like him before and that was General Gorou all the way in Inazuma.
His mannerisms also caught your eye-- the constant grooming of his tail and the nesting habits where he'd hoard all the warm blankets in his abode. While endearing, it never failed to earn your attention and curious stares.
What you really wanted to understand was where exactly your fearless leader went during the entire month of January and February. During all the years you were under his instruction as a forest watcher, without fail, Tighnari would be on a leave of absence from January 1st until the end of February. March 1st would roll around and there he was, picking up his responsibilities as if he wasn't gone for two months.
When you inquired about it to the others, they'd brush it off and dance around the subject. Some would scold you for being too curious while others would bluntly say it wasn't your business. And maybe it wasn't-- if it was crucial for everyone to know, Tighnari would've made sure everyone knew.
Too bad you were always determined to find the answer to your deepest questions.
After a long day of exploring Avidya Forest and clearing out any withering zones, you longed to take a nice relaxing bath and sink into your bed as you escape to dreamland. Tasks had gotten a tad harder recently with Tighnari gone, but everyone managed to make do, especially thanks to you and Collei assisting with your visions.
"That Tighnari...I wonder how he's doing," you mumble under your breath as you make your way back to your hut. You just finished taking a bath as evident from the dull drip drip of the water falling from your hair. You stop at the intersection between everyone's huts and you look down the path to Tighnari's.
"I didn't see him leave the forest. Maybe he's still here?" The desire to check if your leader creeps into your brain. You recall everyone's hesitance to explain Tighnari's absence and without thinking, your legs carry you down the path to his home.
His closed door greets you, and there's a sign hanging from the hook. It reads, 'Do not Disturb-- Please Come Back March 1'. You click your tongue in frustration. Why on earth would you request an absence and still stay here in the forest?
You raise your fist to knock on the door, the desire to ignore all warnings stronger than ever. It hovers right in front of the door, and no matter how much you seem to want to knock on the door, you can't bring yourself to do so. You let out a defeated sigh, letting your hand drop to your side.
"Let's not be an ass. I'm sure Tighnari has his reasons. We can always ask him later." Despite your aching curiosity, you decide to respect Tighnari's privacy, and you turn on your heel to leave. Before you can leave though, a loud groan catches your attention. It sounds pained, and you whip your head back around towards the door.
"Tighnari...? Are you okay?" you call out to him, concern lacing your voice. Silence fills the air, and you almost move away, convinced you misheard the sound in the first place. Another groan sounds from behind the door, and it sounds more strangled this time. Instincts kick in, and you immediately grab the doorknob, twisting it as you walk in.
You take time to let your eyes refocus on the sudden burst of light in your eyes, nearly blinded by it. When your vision clears, your jaw drops at the sight in front of you.
Tighnari is propped up against his couch, limbs sprawled out as if they're made of jello. His face is flushed and his bangs cling to his head from the sweat that's dripping down his face. His usually bright and focused eyes have taken on a glazed look, and his pupils have contracted, giving him a more animalistic look. What really catches your eyes are his clothes, or rather-- his lack of clothes.
The hybrid has stripped down bare in the middle of the room, his clothes strewn around in a haphazard way. You're unable to fully react to the sight of him gingerly palming his erect cock. It stands up straight, blushing a bright red at the tip. Precum leaks from the head, smearing around the shaft from his languid motions. He lazily turns his gaze to you, a small glimmer of recognition shining in his eyes.
"Y/n...what are you doing here?" he manages to breathe out. He doesn't stop his hand, letting out a quiet whimper when he presses down hard on his sensitive length. You can feel your brain short-circuit as you stumble over your words, trying to form an excuse for the invasion of privacy.
"I-I heard you groan and I thought you were in pain, so I thought I'd come in," you explain, and you can't help the fact that your gaze lowers, once again entranced by the sight of Tighnari touching himself. You weren't blind-- Tighnari was a handsome man. His personality was welcoming, and his features were easy on the eyes. You weren't the only person to have felt this way, and the sight of such an attractive man pleasuring himself, almost pathetically, sends a tingling sensation down to your core, and you feel yourself grow damp.
Tighnari catches on easily, the scent of your blooming arousal sends his mouth watering. He can't help his more animalistic urges-- no matter how much he tried. You see, he had also found you attractive, and the first year that he had a rut with you as a ranger, he nearly tore off the head of one of the male rangers who flirted with you. Unaware of your feelings for him, he opted to instead request a leave of absence. Two months out of the year he'd be gone, and then he'd come back perfectly fine, and you would be unaware that you were the reason for his choice of isolation.
However, smelling your arousal and recognizing the signs of want, of desire as your gaze remains steady on his weeping dick, he knew that the feelings were mutual. A fire was lit in his stomach, and any feebleness he felt from the onslaught of hormones washed away as he adjusts himself to sit up properly. His hand remains on his shaft, switching to a pumping motion.
"Are you getting off to seeing your leader a lewd mess? I didn't take you for that type of person," he teases, and he grits his teeth, a shock of pleasure shooting up his spine with the squeeze of his hand. You feel your cheeks burn in embarrassment and you finally manage to peel your gaze away from the angry dick, choosing to find the ceiling more interesting.
"I-I'm sorry! I'll leave right away. Forget you saw anything. I'll-"
"Forget I saw anything?" Tighnari laughs, and your legs feel like lead. His laugh is incredulous-- and you don't blame him. How does one just forget the sight of their subordinate walking in on them jacking off?
"The fact that you didn't run out of here leads me to believe that you find me attractive and that the sight of me pathetically trying to get myself off turns you on. Am I wrong?" He's not, by any means, and the growing wetness between your legs is further proof of that.
"Why don't we help each other out?" He suggests, watching you through his long lashes.
The air is thick with sexual tension as you both stare at each other. Despite his exposed position, Tighnari holds all the power. He's giving you an out, and you can tell he's genuine. You could just run out of his home, and pretend the situation never happened. But the yearning inside you is too high. You've desired a chance like this ever since you joined the Forest Rangers. And of course, you were curious.
What was it like to fuck a hybrid?
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Exhausting. That was your answer. The moment you gave Tighnari his approval, he pounced on you. His claws made quick work of your clothes as he flung them around the room. You barely had time to react before his mouth latched onto one of your breasts, his hot tongue painting shapes on your skin. You keen at his touch, whines and moans tumbling out your lips as he leaves love bites all over your chest.
Alternating between the two, his mouth suckles on your nipples, painting drool and spit coating your breasts. When Tighnari pulls away, they feel sore and you hiss as the air feels cool in contrast to the warm saliva and the heat that rushes to the surface of your skin.
He wastes no time as he pulls you into the desired position, his animalistic strength making it easy to get you on your hands and knees. Clawing at your ass, he bites his tongue and hisses as he catches sight of the slick gathering on your inner thighs.
"I won't have to waste time prepping you. Good, because I don't want to wait any longer." Your cunt clenches around nothing, and you whine in anticipation. In an attempt to hurry him, you wiggle your hips to entice him. All that earns you is a harsh slap to your ass, and you yelp in surprise. The fox kneads the skin soothingly, as if in apology before lining his dick with your entrance.
The tip kisses your folds, splitting them apart as some of your essence coats the head. He nearly cums right there, his nerves lighting up like fireworks at the warm feeling of your slick coating his cock. He manages to restrain himself, just enough to give more instructions.
"The safe word is 'bloom'. I intend to have you as I please and I won't stop until I'm satisfied. Even if that means you can't hold yourself up." You clench again, this time catching his tip and he nearly crumbles. "If you need me to stop, you will have to say it. I will not stop unless you say 'bloom.' Do you understand?" he manages to finish.
Why on earth you would ever stop him from ravaging you is beyond you, but you appreciate the communication. You nod and wiggle your hips again, taking on a desperate tone to your voice.
"Hurry up and give me a reason to use that safe word, 'Nari."
Like lighting a match, his restraint burns away and his grip on you becomes bruising. In one smooth push, he fully sheathes himself inside you, hissing at how tight and warm you feel around his cock. The sudden intrusion has you trembling and you almost fall over. Your cunt is quick to grow wetter in an attempt to provide more lube. The stretch is mind-numbing, and you whine pathetically as he brings you to the hilt. You feel something slightly bulbous push against your folds, and your mind scrambles to try to make sense of it.
You don't have time to focus on the sensation, and moans slip between your lips as Tighnari slowly pulls his cock out, only leaving just the tip in. The emptiness you feel is hallowing, and you realized you've already become addicted to the feeling of his cock inside you. He doesn't leave you dissatisfied for long, thrusting back into you shortly after.
He picks up a steady rhythm, pulling you back against him with each thrust. You sob with each thrust, digging your nails into your palms. Every time he pulls out, he catches sight of his cock coated in your juices from your sopping pussy. A creamy ring forms around the base of his cock, and he bites back a growl that reverberates in his chest. After years of only being able to get off with his own hand, he'll never go back. Hearing your squeals and watching the way that your essence drips out around his length with each thrust was intoxicating, and he can't get enough.
His thrusts get more violent, his clawed hands digging more into your hips, you find yourself struggling to keep yourself propped up on your hands. Heavy balls slap against your clit, adding extra stimulation that makes your cunt squeeze around Tighnari's cock deliciously. He snarls in your ears with each squeeze, your reactions spurring him on to continue his assault on your dripping heat.
"T-Tighnari...p-please, slow down..c-can't," you plead, slightly turning your head to gaze at him with bleary eyes. Your cheeks are flushed, heat radiating off of your body, and drool dribbles down the corner of your mouth as you struggle to meet his gaze. You flinch at his unwavering stare, and let out a squeal when he reaches one of his hands up to place it on your back between your shoulders.
"Are you going to say the safe word?" he questions, slowing down his thrusts. His gaze remains unchanged but you can hear concern sewn into his words. He's offering you another out. As much as it hurts, you didn't want to slow down anytime soon. You've wanted him for as long as you've worked with him and there was no way you were going to stop halfway. You shake your head, clamping your mouth shut. That's all the permission he needs before he gives a forceful shove and pushes you down onto the floor, forcing your body into a deep arch and your head to the floor as you let out a pornographic moan.
"If you can't hold yourself up, just lie there and take it. I won't have my fill for a while," he hisses out, the edge in his voice coming back. He continues his previously brutal pace,
The new angle has you feeling him so much more, and you swear he's able to fuck into you deeper. His name rolls off your tongue in chants as you press yourself against the floor, submitting to the position you've been forced into. A new burn aches through your body from the harsh angle but the way that Tighnari's cock bullies itself into your cunt brings pleasure crashing down in its wake.
The feeling of a coil tightening in your stomach grows, and as it grows tighter and tighter, your vision blurs as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your moans dry into pathetic whimpers, stifled by the rubbing of your face against the hardwood floor. The friction stings, causing tears to well up in your eyes, much to Tighnari's delight.
" 's too much, hm? Are you crying because you can't take it? I told you I wouldn't be nice," he mocks, slowing down his pace to a more intentional one, sharp thrusts rutting against that spongy spot in your walls. You wail at the new pace, missing the vigor behind Tighnari's thrust but craving the grinding of his dick against that sensitive spot.
" 'm gonna cum...'nari, I'll cum!" you whine, gathering all the strength you can to try and push your body up, hoping to be able to meet his thrusts. Sharp pain rings through your head as Tighnari grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks you back, causing you to yelp. Your back is pressed against his chest, and he quickly adjusts his hand so his arm wraps around your torso to hold you upright.
Your breathing picks up as gravity forces you to drop down on his cock at a more direct angle, and more pathetic sobs slip off your tongue. He bucks his hips up, forcing you to bounce in his lap. His knot, now rising and more shapely kisses your folds, parting them more and more with each thrust. The wet slaps of skin against skin, the splats of your fluids dripping onto the floor-- you've become hyperaware of the erotic scene unfolding around you. Something damp and fuzzy wraps around your leg and presses against your clit, and that coil inside starts to tighten more. You manage to spare a glance and whine when you realize that Tighnari's tail has started rubbing against your sensitive nub.
"Go on, cum. Cum all over me," he commands, and your body listens without hesitation. Loud, purely pornographic wails fill the room as you gush all over Tighnari's cock. He groans into the crook of your neck, melting at the feeling of your walls spasming around him. He almost gets swept up by the sensation, nearly cumming inside you. But he instead bites down on your unblemished skin in an attempt to ground you, and you arch your back from the pain of his canines digging into you.
Your vision dots with white, and you feel you curl your toes in pure euphoria. The crashing waves of your orgasm keep rolling, powered by the persistent stroking of your captain's tail stroking your clit. In a brief moment of clarity, that fact rings bells in your head: your captain. Your superior. You just came on your superior's dick. There was no coming back from this. Your relationship with Tighnari has changed, for better or for worse. A twinge of worry shoots down your spine, culling your orgasm almost instantly. But you don't have time to dwell on your fears-- a sharp bite to your jaw brings you back to reality.
"Don't think I'll let you go just yet. We still have plenty of the rest of the month to go," Tighnari scolds under his breath, and you squeal as you come back to the fact that you're still bouncing on his cock, taking all of it, inch by inch, with little resistance. Your cheeks darken when you glance down at the growing puddle of milky fluids underneath the two of you.
You can feel the head of his dick swell, and you realize he's about to cum. Tighnari's tightening grip and more erratic groans are all you need for confirmation. Crescent moons form on your hips as his claws dig in drawing a little blood. You can barely focus on the increasing pace, gasping every time he bottoms out fully inside you. His knot pops in and out, the only shred of resistance despite the copious amounts of essence dripping everywhere.
The faint, reasonable part of your mind is screaming at you to ask him to pull out, to cum on any part of your body that wasn't your pussy. The more prominent, more needy, and desperate part was far louder-- you craved to feel his cum inside you. You don't know if a hybrid can get a regular human pregnant, and a part of you wants to find out. A risk that results in Tighnari's warm cum filling you up? You clench at the thought and he growls in appreciation.
His thrusts get sloppier, more intent on slamming your hips down against his in an attempt to catch his knot. His efforts are initially fruitless, his knot just barely slipping out. With one rather harsh thrust though, he manages to force it in with a wet pop, and you keen as you both cum at the same time. The tightness of your cunt aids in keeping his knot plugged inside you as he cums.
It's warm and thick and flows inside you like a turret. Tighnari continues to bite and tug at your neck, lapping up any blood that spills when he breaks the skin. Your mind goes blank, and you feel like you're floating on clouds. His cum leaves you feeling warm and full, and you feel limp as you rest against him.
A few moments of stillness pass, and as you feel your strength return, you try to shift to get off. Tighnari is quick to grab your waist and keep you still, letting out a warning growl.
"Don't. Move. Not done yet." A shiver runs down your spine and you manage to voice out your confusion.
"Done..? But you came..and," you trail off, too embarrassed to discuss the literal knot inside you. He chuckles at this, and slides a hand down to palm your overstimulated bud, causing you to whimper in protest.
"I told you-- we have the rest of the month. I'm not finished with you yet." He lowers his voice to barely above a whisper, his next sentence making your stomach flip.
"By the time I'm through, I'll make sure you have a kit or two inside you."
Happy Valentine's Day and thank you for 750+ followers!
Warnings: NSFW, Smut, MDNI, threesome, cum eating (everyone does it you sluts), oral (receiving and giving), this shit is nasty enjoy you heathens, unprotected sex, cynari action (it ain't a threeway if it aint gay), swearing
Word Count: 3,699
Dawn's notes: I want you all to know I sent this to my editor and her partner saw it as acted like a teenager caught with their pants down. It was perfect.
Looking up from your studies you stared at the two men standing in front of your desk. The General Mahamatra and the Forest Watcher Tighnari, the two men you were coincidentally in love with, though they were dating, you were not in the mix. “Can I help you two love birds?”
Cyno’s cold red eyes met yours. “We have a proposition for you.”
This time Tighnari spoke up. “We want to have your okay to speak of a private matter, this is something that we have been thinking about a lot and we wish to ask you.”
Looking around your little apartment you closed your books and leaned back in your desk chair. “Alright then, what is it?”
Taking a seat across the desk Cyno started as Tighnari stood behind him. “We have been thinking of adding another to our bedroom, and being that we are close to you we knew it would be best to ask you.”
At first, your brain thought that maybe they were talking about being roommates but the atmosphere in your little apartment shifted and you could feel the dominating nature of the two men staring at you like you were their prey. “ M-Me?” You choked on air as heat rose to your cheeks.
Tighnari’s beautiful eyes trailed down what he could see of your body. “Don’t act like you haven’t wanted to sleep with us, we want to give you the opportunity.” The smirk that pulled his lips up made heat rush over your body; the domineering feeling they had over you made your inner muscles clench around nothing.
Well, shit. “When and where?”
“When do you want it to be? This is on your schedule.” Cyno asked as he leaned in against Tignari.
Getting up from your desk you walked over to your door and locked it. “Let’s do it now then.” Clearly your eagerness caught them by surprise as they stayed where they were staring at you. They had looked at you like this before, when you stood up to a sage that dared question your findings on something that your Darshan was renowned for.
But the look didn’t last long; Tighnari moved behind your desk and pulled out the chair taking his seat. “Cyno, give me a show.” You watched as he crossed one leg over the other, intent on just sitting back and watching.
The atmosphere changed immediately and suddenly you realized who you were standing in front of, the one and only General Mahamatra Cyno. In an instant his hands were in your hair pulling you to him, you figured the desert where he hailed from made his skin and lips coarse and rough. Yet his lips were soft and heavy at the same time, his tongue immediately darted from his mouth to dance across your lips, waiting for your permission.
You would be a fool to deny him. Parting your lips you felt the warmth of him, it was a feeling that made your knees weak so you did the only sensible thing you could think of; you leaned into his strong body and let him explore your mouth. The feeling of him being in some way inside you while Tighnari watched sent shivers down your spine. What the hell did they have planned for you?
After a moment Cyno pulled back for air letting a string of saliva stay connecting the two of you. You knew he was strong but the way he manipulated your body left you shocked, in mere moments you were flat on your back watching with wide eyes as the man before you shed his clothing in front of your bed.
Though he was on the slender side, you could see all the muscles straining and pulling as he took off the minimal armor he wore. Tighnari did say to give him a show but Cyno wasn’t the only one starring in it. Sitting up slowly you ran your hand up his warm tan skin letting your lips dance over the softness, leaving little bites around his pecs; if they were there to admire they were there to be devoured as well.
Sinking your teeth into his neck you let your hands go back down his body, digging your nails into his skin you dragged them down until you reached his belt, your fingers made quick work of the heavy gold, letting it fall to the floor. The thin pants he wore left nothing to the imagination as you gazed at his hard cock pressing against the fabric.
“Is there a carrot in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” You decided to tease him, if he was going to have his fun you should be able to as well. Tighnari groaned at your bad joke, but you knew Cyno loved it. With that you pulled away from the intoxicating man before you and made quick work of your clothes.
Your matching bra and panty set caught the men off guard apparently, since Cyno stopped rolling down his boxers to stare at your breasts while Tighnari was focused on your panties and how they hugged you in the right places. They were at your mercy now, with a smirk tugging your lips you raised your arms to unclasp your bra. “What’s wrong you two? Cat got your tongue?” Seeing that they each had their affinity for one part of your body you got off of your bed with your back to Tighnari. Releasing your arms you let your bra fall off letting your breasts bounce, then you hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your underwear and bent down as you pulled them down your legs, letting the man behind you get a nice peek of your glistening pussy.
When you straightened back up you knew you had just pulled the leashes of rabid dogs with your little stunt, but hey it was more fun for you. In a flash Cyno was back on top of you, pressing your back flat into the mattress as he spread your legs wide.
With wide eyes you watched as he got between your legs, his tan skin perfectly contrasting against your sheets. Your mind wandered to how many times you could get the most feared man in the Akademiya on his knees for you.
Cyno lolled his tongue out and began to feast on your cunt like it was his first drink of water in days of wandering the desert; the way he slurped and sucked at the sweet nectar dripping from your core. From the corner of your eye you watched Tighnari shift in his seat but it was easy to not see anything other than tan skin and white hair. Choking back a moan of satisfaction you lifted your hips, pressing your pussy deeper into his face.
The moment you could feel his calloused finger circling your entrance you let the moans escape your throat. You felt your eyes roll back as he pushed his fingers past your muscles, his fingers felt perfect inside of you as he slowly moved them in and out, all the while his mouth sucked on your sensitive bud. If you weren’t already drunk off of the feeling you would have been embarrassed with the lewd squelching your pussy was making.
Your eyes met Tighnari’s for a brief moment, the look on his face was neutral but you could see his cock pressing up against his pants and the blush that danced across his skin. “Oh Archons!” You exclaimed as Cyno put more pressure on your clit and his calloused fingers pressed against the spongy spot deep inside you. You dug your fingers into his hair, pulling on it roughly while white specks danced around your vision.
There was so much pleasure and pressure building up inside of you, the coil in your stomach quickly pulling tight. No other man has made you feel like this, no man has ever brought on your orgasam so quickly just by just running his fingers against your most sensitive spot and sucking on your clit like a man starved.
His red eyes shot up to you as your muscles clamped around his fingers, you couldn’t look away from his hypnotic gaze as your coil snapped, hard. It was almost embarrassing, the way you could hear your pussy gushing around his fingers, your wanton moans mixing with his groans of pleasure. The moment the pressure on your clit stopped you were going to whine in protest but he removed his fingers from your weeping hole and quickly replaced them with his tongue, lapping up your release.
“D-don’t stop, more please!” You begged breathlessly, as you pulled his hair more. He didn’t say anything as he bullied his tongue inside you, letting his fingers rub and pull on your clit. He switched gently back to massaging his fingers inside of you, but it was not enough. You needed to be completely full of him.
Overstimulation? Didn’t know her.
“Cyno, stop.” Tighnari’s voice pulled you out of the lovely daze that was Cyno’s tongue, unfocused eyes tried to follow the green haired man as he got closer to the two of you. At first
you were content to not really see past the fuzziness that you were experiencing, but you were ever so pleasantly surprised when your eyes did decide to work again. “I want to taste her.”
Instead of going down on you as well: Tighnari pulled Cyno’s hair, forcing his face away from your dripping pussy, which caused the latter man to let out a throaty moan in the process. Nari then kissed Cyno with all the heated passion that two lovers could share, in the moments that their lips parted you caught glimpses of their tongues tangling with each other. He wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted a taste.
“Nari, she likes watching us.” Barely making out Cyno’s words, you watched as the two men pulled away from each other not breaking eye contact. “She clenched so tightly around my fingers when you took your taste.” It was unusual to see him like this, so submissive (to an extent) to the man standing over the two of you.
“Oh, does she now?” Tighnari’s smirk was playful, but it was more seductive than anything. “Should we show her what it really looks like to submit to me?” When Cyno nodded Tighnari glanced your way, the undivided attention he gave you was intoxicating; you couldn’t get enough but it was all so much. “Here is what you are going to do, you are going to let Cyno take you first. Be good for him, little lotus.”
The nickname sent blood rushing to your head, just having his undivided attention on you was enough to make you ready to take both of them at the same time regardless of the pain. “I will, I promise.” You hardly recognized your own voice as it left your lips but the pleased look on Tighnari’s face was completely worth it.
The sudden feeling of being empty left you a whiny pathetic mess. At the sound of sucking by the man between your legs, your ears started burning as you watched Cyno lick and suck his fingers clean of your essence. It was embarrassing to watch him but you couldn’t look away.
“Get on your hands and knees, my desert flower.” The sweetness that was coming from both of their lips made you clench around nothing. Following his orders you turned yourself to lay down on your stomach, the comfort of the softness of your rumpled sheets brought a sense of calm over you. Pushing yourself up you arched your back expertly as you made eye contact with Tighnari.
Tan fingers laced through your hair to your scalp pulling your head back, creating a perfect arch in your spine. You heard the man behind you practically growl your next order. “Watch Nari, then suck his cock like a good girl.”
He looked amused while he watched as the bed behind you dipped, a strong hand gripped your waist as your legs were forced farther apart. The feeling of the head of Cyno’s cock sent shivers up your body. “Just relax, you’re already so wet for me that this should be painless.”
Trusting his words you took a deep breath and got comfortable on your hands and knees, as the man behind you was slowly working himself inside, you stared at Tighnari as he started to take off the layers of clothing; though it took much concentration to follow the orders you were given as Cyno’s cock was spreading you open, he had just barely put in the first few inches and your insides were nearly stretched to the limit around his girth, not to mention his intimidating length.
Pleasure shot up your body at the command and the way that he hit all of the right spots, just as Tighnari finished shedding his clothing your breath hitched in your throat. Feeling Cyno still working his way inside you, you knew he wasn’t even halfway done but it really was the sight of Nari’s pretty cock before you that got you drooling like a bitch in heat.
Though he was not as girthy as the man currently rearranging your guts, he was lengthy, and you could feel your throat ready to protest but the closer he got to you the more your walls clamped around Cyno’s cock.
Never breaking eye contact, you open your mouth sliding your tongue out, ready to take him in. With a smirk planted on his face he took his cock into his hand and dragged the tip across your waiting tongue. Suddenly the motion of hips connecting with your rear sent you forward, taking TIghnari into your throat.
A moan was ripped out of you as you sealed your lips around the cock in your mouth. The man above you let out a groan at the feeling, removing Cyno's fingers from your hair. Tighnari took control of your head while Cyno’s hand rejoined his other at your hips. The feeling of having them both inside you sent your head spinning, letting them take the reins you hallowed your cheeks and gripped your sheets.
From behind you felt Cyno pull out almost completely, leaving the tip inside while Tighnari forced your head down completely, burying your nose into the jade green curly hair at the base of his cock. Seemingly finding a pace between the two of them, they started to go to town on your body. One always being balls deep inside and the other just leaving the tip in.
Tears welled in the corners of your eyes as you watched Tighnari fuck your face as he pleased. Cyno was as sharp as ever with his thrusts, quickly finding that specific spot that most men could never find, and abusing it to both of your pleasure. If you didn’t have Tighnari fucking your mouth you would have cursed Celestia at the onslaught.
Tighnari was being as mean as you knew he would be, making sure he was fully sheathed down your throat as you tried your best to suck him down further, the drool spilling from the sides of your mouth a testament to your dedication to provide him with as much satisfaction as you could without gagging too badly.
“Cyno give me your hand.” Tighnari commanded as he yet again went fully inside your mouth, reaching his lithe fingers out for his beloved, tan met pale skin as they were both brought to your throat. Cyno’s palm rested gently against it as Tighnari pulled his hand away.
Being cautious to not cause you any pain, he took ahold of the sides of your head giving your scalp a rest and thrusted quickly, Cyno froze as he felt Tighnari fuck your throat. His pants matching your little ones as he melded his chest against your arched body. “I knew you were long Nari, but this is ridiculous.”
The feeling only seemed to spur Cyno on because at that moment his thrusts started again, rougher and more precise on the spots that made you moan the best you could around the cock inside your mouth and made your walls clamp tightly around him not wanting him to ever leave you empty.
Feeling the coil in your stomach turning tightly you knew with this overwhelming feeling you didn't have much time left. You reached behind you for Cyno’s other hand, wanting him to touch your clit again. He seemed to have understood as his other hand released your hip and followed your directions to bring two of his fingers up to your clit.
His ministrations started out slow, teasing your body with release but that stopped at the barely audible wanton moan that reverberated around TIghnari. Had your mouth not been full you would have snarled at him. Seeming to have read your frustration, Tighnari pulled his cock out of your mouth. “Are you on any birth control?”
Drool still connected you and Nari as you stared at him with wet eyes. Not trusting your voice you only nodded to answer his question missing the feeling of him inside you.
“Good, Cyno I know you are on the cusp. You can finish inside her.” With that the green haired man pulled away from your gasps much to your annoyance. But that feeling was quickly replaced with Cyno’s assault on your clit and his pistoning hips sent you reeling.
You let out a screaming moan as your arms gave out on you sending you falling forward, you wouldn’t last long with his assault on your pussy. You locked eyes with Tighnari, worried about his pleasure, your thoughts wandered to what he was going to do to feel like this.
Suddenly, Cyno let out a low groan as his hips connected with your ass for one last final time as he shot thick ropes of cum inside you, painting your tightly clenching walls. But it wasn’t enough for you to be finished. The two of you stayed connected like that as you breathed in sync coming down from his high and your pleasure.
Cyno pulled out as he laid you down on your back. “Tighnari, come and look at this.” Embarrassment flooded through you as you watched Cyno spread your lips while Tighnari made his way around to the other side of your bed sitting on his knees, his keen eyes watching as your hole clenched around nothing, feeling a glob slowly roll out of you.
“I think she looks beautiful like this.” With a low chuckle Tighnari took your thighs into his hands spreading your legs, leaning down he stuck his tongue out dragging it up your slit. He gathered Cyno’s release in his mouth and dragged it all the way up to your hardened bundle of nerves sucking roughly. “Both of you taste good together.”
“N-nari.” Your voice was rough after the way you were sucking him off earlier, but you needed him back inside you.
“Shh, I’m not finished with you yet dear.” With that he straightened himself out as Cyno slipped off the bed, leaning against your bookshelf content to watch. Tighnari took the back of your calves and pressed them down so your knees were pressed to your chest. “This is more like it.”
With wide eyes you watched as he lined up the tip of his cock to your awaiting hole, with one fluid motion his hips met yours as buried himself balls deep inside you. All you could do was wiggle in your place, unable to move as a silent scream was pulled from your lips.
This only seemed to spur him on as he set a rough and fast pace, the tip brushing against that spongy spot that Cyno loved as well. The coil in your stomach was tightening quickly, you couldn’t look away from the man, squeals and moans melting together, your nails digging into your blanket.
A wicked smirk came across Tighnari’s face as he angled his hips hitting directly against his favorite spot he sent you into orgasmic bliss, the coil in your stomach snapped quickly as you came all over his cock, with a few more quick thrusts Tighnari came as he slowly brought you down from your high.
“Cyno, where is her bathroom?” With your world still spinning you watched as TIghnari gently pulled out of you, taking you into his arms he silently followed Cyno into your bathroom. Through blurry eyes you watched as they drew you a bath and gently put you in.
Taking a deep breath you turned your head to see Cyno on his knees in front of Tighnari, that very sharp tongue following a prominent vein from base to tip licking Tighnari clean of all three of your releases, it was so hypnotic you couldn’t look away.
The expert way that Cyno sucked on the tip and letting it go with a lewd pop, deep throating him and pulling back to the tip, with Nari’s help he was back down fully before being pulled off. “Did you know love, the General Mahamatra is great at giving head.”
Bitting your bottom lip at the fucked out look in Cyno’s eyes you nodded clenching your inner most muscles to keep their cum inside you as much as you could. “My clit will never feel the same.”
With that Cyno got up and joined you in the bathtub scooting you forward so he was sitting behind you, pulling you deep into his lap as Tighnari got in as well.
“I like this feeling, of the three of us together.” Lacing your fingers with the man behind you melding them in the bubbly water you looked across at Tighnari. “Should we keep doing this?”
Tighnari let out a little sigh as he took your other hand in his. “Well my kind mates for life and now I have my two mates.”
“Bold of you to assume I was going to let you go after all of this.” Cyno huffed as he squeezed your hand gently.
Thus, your status from single changed to a very happy relationship with your two partners.
content — established relationship, dirty talk, power play, pet names, breeding, semi-pub. sex, anal plugging, sex toys, mind break, cock stuffing, dry humping, humiliation, belly bulge, anal sex.
note — so. this post was just meant to be short headcanons—i repeat, HeAdCaNoNs—of the genshin men getting teased in public. but. y’know what? humiliating kuni feels so much better instead <3 enjoy!! not rlly proof ‘nd v v rushed
it never really occurred to kunikuzushi ― that you'd go as far as this to reckon him of the bratty personality he entitled himself to every single day of his life. but the current situation at hand, was probably because he deserved it. he was insufferable with that goddamn tongue of his.
so, you taught him a lesson ― you taught him to never give you cheek again, with mercy unwonted, and that, he'd have to do a lot of sucking up to gain your affection again.
it stings, he mithers, his ass plugged to the brim and the numbness of his cock head unbearable against the material of his sweatpants. but somewhere amidst this, was mind numbing pleasure that tickled the squishy flesh of his prostate.
the two of you were currently out on a double date with your best friend and their beloved ― the one he refused to go to, and of which he found entirely grotesque.
you thought it was a cute idea to do fun activities like this with him once in a while, considering he was your lover for starters, and he had his own little toils amidst idle chitchat with strangers. he was growing on you, though ― how it was wildly entertaining to bare witness of his helpless squirming at the lunch table filled with people he didn't want to see while being teased by you.
kuni sucked in a breath through his front teeth, "'m gonna head to the bathroom real quick."
you peer up at him as he was about to stand, an upright expression forming on your countenance.
"didn't you just to that an hour or so ago, babe?" you hum to him in question, slowly reaching out for his wrist to grab in performative concern.
the couple on the opposite side of the table peered in wonder ― you could see the muscles in his jaw clench from this action as a deep crimson continuously bloomed across the expanse of his cheeks, the growing smirk on your lips becoming only perceptible to him.
he goes silent.
you sigh briefly, leaning back and standing from your seat to apologise to your friends about the matter before ducking to the bathroom with him.
"i hope kunikuzushi is okay" one of them states with worry as they see the two of you walking out of the cafeteria and to the allocated toilets ahead.
you're both in a stall now, kuni seated on the toilet lid below you, squinting up at you with so much wrath between hushed breaths and flushed cheeks.
he spits out how ridiculous you are for doing this to him ― how he implicitly tells you that the pain of stuffing his cock full with a metal plug brings stinging tears to his eyes.
and how impossible it was to hide his boner that whole meal.
"you're a fucking asshole for this."
you position yourself above him, each foot parallel of the toilet, leaning down to grab the softness of his cushy jawline ― the vibrator shoved into his ass still jerks against the comfort of his walls, compelling a low whine to escape his lips in the process.
"you should have listened to me then instead of being a tight ass about it." you continued, "how am i meant to take you anywhere with this attitude?"
"don't you enjoy your time with me or something?"
some part of you felt hurt to say that aloud ― the thread was completely tarnished now, you had lost it with him.
you spin the man below you to face the wall ahead, his knees giving way when you pull down the fabric concealing the embarrassment in his pants.
he's surprised, a wail quickly leaving his lips that has him fisting your shirt in desperation. "wha- are you crazy? we're in a public restroom right now!"
that should be the least of his concern.
you lean into his ear and pulled the toy buried deep inside of his ass out with one swift motion that has him keening forward and twitching momentarily.
you throw it to the floor.
there's a second of silence between the two of you as you hump your growing erection against the fissure of his ass.
"yeah... i'm fucking crazy for you kuni." puffs of air leave your gaped mouth in quick intervals, "you made me do this, y'know?"
"fuck, you make me crazy."
your jeans are slid halfway down your thighs, cock now resting on the top of his ass in silent wonderment. he's barely able to utter a word ― he feels how heavy your dick is against his skin with the sensation of warmth it gave, and the painfully hard erection of his own that only grew the more you played with him.
and what made all of this ten times worse, was how he felt every crevice and divot the cock plug gave him ― it was impossible to ignore how full his balls felt, how not even a single drop of pre cum leaked from his crown and onto the floor.
there's no warning before you push yourself inside of him, the puny man below you choking on incoherent words. he's tight, you think, even from having that damned vibrator stuck up his ass for the past hour and a half.
but he can manage ― it's not the first time you've felt how impudent his hole is before. it just needs a bit of encouragement.
"b-bastard."
kuni's body trembles as your hips stay flush against his ass, feeling the fullness of you cock inside of him ― it makes him lean forward to reach for the toy in his dick.
you stop him in the process, arching his back towards you by gripping his elbows forcefully with your hands. he then balances against you as he feels the tip of your cock press against his prostate achingly.
it forces him to let out a shaky moan with his dick bobbing helplessly in the air.
"call me that again" you say, authority lacing your tone of voice.
there's a brief moment before you hear him say it again.
"fucking bastard."
you recline back, slowly sliding yourself halfway out, then completely sheathing yourself back inside with one forceful thrust ― his hole beacons you in with warrant and leaves you to fuck his brains out.
and so you did.
you pull kuni against your chest as your cock sinks further inside of his hole with force that leaves his stomach swelling with pain and pleasure.
he babbles something about how painful it is and that he wants to come ― that he wants to feel the release that's been building up over the last few hours of torture.
this feeling, it feels so good, and you think he looks so much prettier like this ― a sobbing mess, telling you how good your cock feels mixed with words of pure resentment.
he hates that you're making him feel so indescribably good. he hates that you have absolute power over him. he hates that you are the only person that brings out this sort of side to him.
but somewhere few and far between, there's that sickly sweet tenderness tugging on his heart ― you understand him more than most people, and you give him so much unconditional love it should be perceived as a twisted obsession.
he can't escape you, and neither can you escape him ― confined in the pulpy mess of his asshole makes your mind dizzy with lust, but it's not the way his hole clenches down on you that makes your dick throb the most with want.
it's how your name falls from his pretty lips of reliable evidence for his love for you ― he clearly trusts you enough to let you do something as ridiculous as this to him. he doesn't mean to make you mad ― horny? yes. mad? not particularly.
pulling him flush against your chest, you shift his head into you by forcing his mouth open with your tongue as you continued pounding his hole. you then roll the wetness between your tongues roughly, hearing him moan and plead for what could only be assumed as the impending orgasm he wants so badly.
you pull away momentarily as a string of saliva connects the two of you, placing your face against his shoulder and glancing down at the rosy gradient coating the top of his shaft and cock head. it then prompts you to pull the toy out of his dick, knowing how close you were to your own release.
that was when his seed gushes out of his crown in thick spurts, desperately clawing your forearms as he rode through his own high on your cock.
you were greeted by a stream of expletives, your name falling thin on his lips from exhaustion and tightness coiling in his abdomen that evokes you to rut into him harder until you came inside.
you still against him, hips flush against his ass, burying your snitch into his neck that has you feeling the quickens of his heartbeat and the addicting smell of his odour.
one must act like a brat, to get treated like a brat.
ABOUT: you're reminiscing on old anniversaries that you have spent with your girlfriend, and how much you enjoyed them.
CONTENT: sub fem reader, fear play (acrophobia), oral, fingering, blindfolds, outdoors sex.
MINORS & NON-NBLW/WLW DO NOT INTERACT.
being in a relationship with the esteemed tianquan had its difficulties, sure. ningguang often had many matters to attend to, and you were well aware that her first love would always be her position within liyue’s more established citizens. that being said, the woman was always sure to make it up to you. anniversaries, for example, were typically spent in lavish, with her having conjured up an unimaginably intricate occasion.
your personal favourite would always be your first anniversary dinner, in which ningguang had sent all of her staff home early (with the exceptions of the kitchen staff), leaving the jade chamber desolate for the evening. she had personally overseen the placement of hundreds of candles and tealights, giving the building’s courtyard an extremely relaxed yet regal atmosphere. a single table with two chairs sat in the middle of the open terrace, with a single vase containing one of your favourite flowers. it was adorned with a clean white bow, which perfectly showed off her gift to you tonight: an intricately detailed golden band, the inside of which was engraved with her name in its traditional lettering. though it wasn’t an engagement ring, the piece of jewellery was intended as a subtle way for you to show yourself off as hers.
the pair of you spent the evening basking in the moonlight and indulging in the provided fine dining, including sipping on the bottomless barrels of expensive wine that had been imported from mondstadt for tonight. neither of you were drunk, although you were both inebriated enough for your innocent date night to turn into you straddling ningguang’s lap as the pair of you engaged in a heated lip lock.
you rocked your hips as you made out with your beloved, lightly grinding against her lap as you felt the butterflies burst to life within your stomach. as you pulled away for air for a brief moment, ningguang nipped your bottom lip, holding it between her teeth. a short whine escape your throat, encouraging your girlfriend to start toying with the hem of your dress.
“ning, not here! what if someone sees!” you expressed in a hushed whisper.
“why do you think i sent everyone home, hmm? you can’t call me unprepared, darling.”
the slight drawl in her tone sent you wild, already giving in and giving ningguang permission to fuck you high above the citizens that she worked tirelessly to appease. her mouth moved to your neck, expertly decorating the skin with bites and kisses that would show everybody that you were accounted for.
you took the opportunity to tug at the neckline of ningguang's outfit, only for her to grab your wrists between her hands.
"allow me to treat you, my love," she explained as her finger guards wrapped around your flesh tightly enough to leave faint markings in their wake. the sting was blissful, only heightening your anticipation. "you trust me, don't you?"
you nodded without hesitation, swearing to ningguang that you trusted her with your life. she chuckled at your eagerness, amused by what a good pet she'd picked out.
shortly after this exchange, the ribbon that had been securing your ring to the vase was being tightened over your eyes, temporarily blinding you and leaving you at the mercy of your lover. skillful fingers removed your clothing with ease, proud that she'd conversed with the tailor to ensure that their bespoke design would be simple enough to peel off of you in an instant. you struggled to hold back moans as the cool air kissed your exposed chest — having worn no bra left you in nothing but a rather sheer pair of panties that ningguang instantly recognised as some of her favourites on you.
it spurred the woman on, prompting her to place a row of intimate kisses from your lips travelling down your sternum, before taking a left turn and encasing your stiffened nipple into her mouth. the way that her tongue swirled around the sensitive bud made you feel lightheaded; when combined with your lack of vision you felt as though you were floating on cloud nine.
as your back arched under her touch, ningguang knew that she had you exactly where she wanted to. being the bearer of a geo vision, she possessed an extraordinary strength which allowed for her to pick you up as though you were nothing more than a porcelain doll. you mumbled questions regarding where she was taking you, though you were only hushed with the words: "it's okay; i'll put you down in a couple of seconds."
remaining a woman of her word, you felt your almost bare body be set on what felt like the ground. though ningguang laid you down gently, you couldn't help but feel as though you had been rested on something hard and cold.
you were still blindfolded, and ningguang showed no indications of removing the fabric from your eyes. instead, whilst keeping a hand supporting your head, she utilized the sharpness of her finger accessories to ghost over your sensitive spots before dipping under the waistband of your panties. whimpers alongside cries of ningguang's name slipped past your swollen lips as she traced your drooling slit with two fingers, watching as you shivered under her touch.
"you're already dripping for me, darling. if i didn't know any better, i'd say that you spent these past few hours daydreaming about precisely this."
the tianquan punctuated her sentence by pushing a finger into your cunt, smirking at how complacent you already were. each whine was unrestrained, volume increasing proportionately with the speed of her movements. you began chanting a melody of "more", desiring nothing more than to be spread out and have your cunt used by your girlfriend.
as soon as your cries transitioned to pathetic sobs and mewls, ningguang knew that you were growing close to your release. instead of allowing it, she simply removed her hand from your cunt and brought it to your lips. whilst making you clean her fingers of your juices, her other hand made quick work of your blindfold. she untied the knot that secured it, though left the material covering your eyes.
"take it off," she commanded, making sure that she had an unrestricted view of your face as you discovered exactly where you lay.
you gingerly reached to do as she said, thankful that the woman still held your head. though before you could remove your veil, the anemo archon seemed to do your lover's bidding themself. a gust of wind pulled the ribbon from your eyes, revealing that your head was quite literally hanging off of the edge of the jade chamber.
your initial reaction was paralyzing fear, though ningguang managed to snap you out of it by connecting her lips to your swollen clit. the hand that was supporting your head left, instead moving to hold your hips in place whilst you squirmed. she resumed fucking you with her fingers, sending you from a place of zero stimulation to a hundred. you writhed and cried out, though the final shreds of coherence had long fleed your body. all that could be heard were your groans and screams, combined with the faint sound of your squelching pussy.
ningguang removed her mouth from your cunt only to mock you; "careful, darling, or the whole of liyue will know what a filthy slut you are for the tianquan."
the words made your gummy walls flutter around her digits. the combined fear of being seen and heard alongside the risk of quite literally falling to your death only heightened your sensitivity, such dread considerably turning you on.
"'m close-" you barely slurred, too drunk off of the wine and ningguang's fingers to retain your grip on reality.
"cum for me, my pretty."
after that, ningguang often arranged for date nights to take place in the jade chamber's courtyard.
⑅ ۫ . ෆ ˟ ໒꒱ HEAVEN AND HELL, I’D LIKE A PIECE OF BOTH
al haitham swears he sees stars when you lap at his fingers like you’re cleaning them of milk blessed by the gods.
al haitham x f!reader ౨ৎ . . . nsfw — mdni ໒꒱ ⋆˚✩. finger sucking / creampies / praise / reader is eager to please + al haitham is a tad bit possessive <3v<3
for a haravatat graduate, al haitham is— funnily enough— not the most vocal in bed. he's all shaky sighs and hoarse breaths that are whispered hot against the shell of your ear, his voice drowned out by your loud, pitchy whines and the lewd squelch of his fingertips as they massage the patch of textured tissue that lies deep in your gummy walls.
his eyes are dark, pupils blown to hell as he watches you douse his lap with your arousal, cock twitchy against his stomach and breath catching in his throat because you look so sinfully sweet like this— tiny paws clutching at his sinewy forearms and pulling his hands up to your lips, licking the slick-ridden fingers slowly, teasingly, with so much reverence that he thinks he sees hearts floating above your head and stars dancing around in those wide fawn eyes.
al haitham is not the most vocal in bed, but when you look at him like that— sucking on his fingers like you're cleaning sugared milk blessed by the gods from them, bubbles of spit dripping down the veins that line his hands, rolling your hips against his cock because you just need it s'bad, 'haitham, he moans, "archons, you're making such a mess..."
it's a sound so guttural and woeful that it makes you whimper out for him, makes you clutch desperately at the silver tufts that curl around his ears and kiss him like he's the only source that gives your beating heart any life. and you swear he is, you swear you'd be nothing without him, swear that you'd do anything, everything to please him, "'h-haitham, wan' make you cum, please— pretty please, wan' make you feel so good!"
your begging is what finally makes him snap, azure eyes glowing with primal lust and a teasing smirk curving up on his lips as his hands paint purple into the flesh of your hips, "pretty please, huh?" he sinks you onto his cock in one swift movement, his words withering out into a near animalistic growl at the erratic spasms of your gummy walls around his girth, his cockhead leaky as it nudges against that same spongy spot his fingers ravished earlier. and even though he's worked you apart some, he's still too thick, still too big, and it hurts, 'haitham, when he fucks up into your cervix like that; but the pleasure outweighs the pain— his thumb sowing unspoken vows of mine, mine, mine into your swollen clit, his tongue spilling proclamations of love down your throat, "you're always so good to me, so good for me— 'm gonna cum right here," the heel of his palm digs into your tummy, "right where you want it, hm?"
his words make you see heaven, your head foggy with the desire to melt into him, to have him melt into you, to keep him in your heart, your lungs, your soul— forever and ever— because he sounds so fucking beautiful like this, voice gravelly and dripping honey and filled with so much adoration for you. his words make you see heaven, and they also make you cum, again and again, the sweetest whimper of his name falling onto his ear as you gush over his cock, the creamy mess splattering over his abs as he uses sweaty hands to grind you along his length and help you ride out your high.
"h-hah, if you cream around my cock like that, i'm gonna— fuck—" and finally, finally you get to make him cum like you wanted, a string of curses followed by a low laugh leaving his lips as he spills thick ropes of milky white deep into your womb. he kisses you breathlessly, brows furrowed and chest heaving and hands reaching for your ass, your waist, your chest, anywhere he can touch— and he grunts against your lips the words that leave your heart lurching with joy and affection, "mine... you're all mine."
you nod obediently, fucked out of your mind, listening to his voice as he lulls you to sleep with regurgitations from one of his books. and you don't think you'll ever be happier than this— than being with him; because you're his, and he's yours, and that's everything you could ever need.
๑‧₊˚ ෆ coco is a horny, love-crazed mess for al haitham uwaaah @~@ . . . comments + reblogs r supa dupa appreciated !! thankies a billi for reading ໒꒰ྀི∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩꒱ྀིა
— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — being kaveh‘s younger sibling can be quite jarring yet you‘re eternally grateful for his hot room mate keeping you company while you wait for him.
— ꒰ word count ꒱ — 4.3k
— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ns]fw, fem! reader, reader is in their 20s + kaveh‘s step sibling, kaveh is both older than you and alhaitham, perv alhaitham ??, he's calling you a 'good girl', he's a tease
by now, how many times in your life did you have to run after your careless, irresponsible brother?
had to make sure he isn't doing anything reckless again, despite him being an akademiya graduate. Or that one time when he had visited your home only to forget half of his belongings, requiring you to carry them all over to his place.
well, not to his place to be exact.
after yet another foolish decision in kaveh's life, your step brother even got himself caught up in heavy debt, being in need of a place to stay.
however at first, he had asked you, but ever since you had gotten adopted you had already spent the majority of your life with him.
to say you were tired was an understatement.
as a matter of fact kaveh did find a place to stay in the end, one you were quite surprised to hear of, bewildered even, you just couldn't wrap your head around how on earth that was supposed to work out in the long run.
you had heard of his roommate, the akademiya's scribe, or how most people were referring to him, as alhaitham, from kaveh himself, aside of the very detailed stories about how ill mannered and ignorant he could become, especially to your brother in question.
in all honesty, it made you laugh, you mean to tell him that yes, sometimes messing with him, taking a lot out of him could be fun in all aspects but maybe it was due to the fact that you were practicing those methods from your childhood days on.
as life went on, you found yourself at his new settling every once in a while, more often when the scribe himself wasn't there, almost as if kaveh was trying his utmost best to never have you both meet each other.
once you had asked him as to why, feeling insulted that he even thought you wouldn't realize when he was making it painfully conspicuous, more whenever your brother would panic that *now* he was usually coming home from his work, you had to leave right now.
all he had to say about it was that he was certain you wouldn't like him anyways, would actually loath him too and wasn't it a part of nature to protect your younger sibling from each major plague in life?
to that, you couldn't respond with anything meaningful, suffocating the conversation right then and there because truthfully, though it may seem strange, you didn't think your brother would lie to you in that precise set of circumstances because maybe he was right, perhaps you really would hold a hostile environment towards the scribe.
even now, as you were strolling through an appealing, warm evening in sumeru city, you not once had met alhaitham, at this being slightly hopeful that you wouldn't cross paths with him today either.
because you see, it was that time of the month again, the: your brother has, again, forgotten something at home after visiting you, putting on the responsibility on your shoulders to fetch and transport it back to his place.
ordinarily you concluded that at this time of the day kaveh surely must've gotten home by now, you knew his schedule by heart and were quite confident to meet him there right away, knocking on the door as you at last, found your way to the huge place he resided in.
knock, knocking once more, silence ... knock again?
after knocking a total of three times, with no one opening the door for you, your expression slightly changed from normal, to confused, to that of being utterly annoyed.
it's not like you didn't have anything better to do other than being your brothers little assistant or however you wanted to frame it.
since you had been to his place numerous amounts of times before, in addition that you determined that he surely must've fallen asleep again, you decided to check the door handle to see if it was open all along, which it then, was.
(you put an important mental note in the deepest ends of your brain to scold him afterwards for carelessly leaving the door to his home open like this.)
you carefully cradled your fingers around the door handle to pull it down, pushing the door open to let yourself in.
okay, well, maybe it wasn't a smart idea to just straight up enter a home from someone you didn't know, but kaveh was living there for a good amount of time already so you didn't think too much of it.
the second you had entered you swiftly closed the door behind you, the faint breeze from outside scampering around your body as you tightly held onto the two books he forgot at your place, walking towards the living room.
"kaveh?" you spoke, rolling your eyes and deciding to get a bit louder, already being done with this whole, bloody situation, "kaveh!"
once reaching the living room you with, might i add, a bit too much applied strength, violently thumped the books onto the wooden coffee table and huffed out, distressfully folding your arms in front of your body.
"what has that poor table done to you?" you helplessly shrieked the moment you had perceived an unfamiliar, deep voice, the little hairs on the back of your neck standing straight while you were slowly turning around in horror.
"who are you?!" you could say you spoke before actually bringing the whole situation to your mind to thoroughly think about it, leaving the unacquainted man in front of you with a confused look on his face.
"I think i could ask you the same." he was quick to gather a response, flawlessly bringing himself a step closer towards your frame but still leaving enough space between your bodies.
"because you see, this is my house." instead of kindly introducing himself to you, like any other person would, he swiftly walked past your body to plop himself onto the massive couch.
but never keeping his gaze off you, carefully sliding his eyes from your lips, to your exposed collarbones and glissading them over your body until reaching your legs.
it seemed as if he was waiting for a response from you, after all you had now rapidly deducted that this had to be none other than the scribe, alhaitham, himself.
you turned around to slightly lower your gaze to where he was sitting at, nonchalantly sipping on his cup before placing it on the coffee table right next to kaveh's books.
"so .. you must be?" warily, you allocated a question into the room, anxiously swaying in your footing from left to right.
"the owner of this house."
seriously?
the least he could do now was approach you back in kindness instead of making it a dozen amount more difficult for you, as well as embarrassing.
"that's not what i meant." how rude, okay, to give him the benefit of the doubt you were the one who broke into his house but clearly he must've known who you were.
or maybe he actually didn't when you take into account that all kaveh and alhaitham would do was bicker with each other day on day, play pranks or make it as difficult as possible for one another without actually exchanging a normal sounding sentence, once.
"what did you mean then?" casually, he settled back into the couch to withhold the long overdo smirk on his lips, leaning one hand over the frame, his eyes being currently fascinated by your cute lips, pretty eyes, attractive thighs and in confusion, scrunched up face.
or what about the skirt you were wearing, it neatly fit you and magnified your alluring curves, as if it was tailored just for your body to dress in.
what if you were to bend down right now, would the garment expose your cute panties underneath or was it just right, situated under your plump ass? keeping everything hidden from his hungry eyes.
your expression was being somewhat amusing, the hilarity of it all barely being able to be hidden.
"you know what? I'm leaving." attempting to stressfully remove the books off the wooden table, he quickly rose up to confidently sit upright, "wait."
"i assume you're kaveh's sibling?" the worst thing of it all was the tone in his voice, as if he wasn't actually asking you, just proving his own thesis. "yes."
you slowly pulled your shoulders back to appear more poised in your mannerism, standing upright when he suddenly shifted in his seat, scooting as to try to make some space for you.
"i'm alhaitham, though i don't think you've heard many good things about me." at the tip of his sentence, he gently tapped the now empty area next to him with his hand, beckoning you to take a seat.
what harm was there in doing that, right? it appeared as if kaveh wasn't home yet so you could spare some time to wait for him, with alhaitham, of all people.
his voice reverberated a deep, gentle timbre, as well as a controlling chime trussed around it.
you've quietly settled on the couch and exchanged names with him, you were wholly surprised to find such a man, that was for one, in all aspects different from what your brother had originally told you about and second, although he shared a couple intimidating peculiarities— which might be a natural revealing trait from his work, alhaitham was a clever, pleasant person to have a conversation with.
"kaveh is getting held back at the akademiya." he was idly finishing his drink, inconspicuously scurrying a couple inches closer to you.
"you can wait here if you want." you smile at his proposal, situating yourself within reach to better listen to him, "thank you so much, i will."
alhaitham hummed at your sense of utterance, his choice of words was well thought after, his body language too, turning it altogether more clear.
"who knew kaveh's sibling would be so well mannered." he added, understandably focusing on your lips or how they held a glint of sparkly lipgloss on top, "it's so different from him."
how would you taste like? the lipgloss he means.
would it be sticky on his lips? if he kisses you, or taste artificial, maybe a small amount of strawberries, the gloss faded in a translucent tone after all so all he could do was guess.
you're finding yourself awkwardly laughing at his words, "he's not always like that." nodding along, you decided to not dwell on it any longer, it was polite to bring forth your well mannered approach, after all he did open his doors for you ..
.. or you actually did, but he let you stay.
"i don't think kaveh is as polite as you?" he was lingering a bit closer now and for some reason you found the warmth his body set free pacifying.
you're able to fully glance over his facial features, focusing on the small dimples dwindling around the corners of his lips, his multicolored irises or the enticing cologne hanging in midst the air.
your nostrils were slightly flaring, involuntarily memorizing his scent, archons, you couldn't stop yourself from traveling into your thoughts, fighting every square in your body to halter yourself from drifting off into your daydreams.
"uh-" at first, you had no clue he was staring at you the whole, damn time, his hair strands were effortlessly falling around his porcelain skin, intently watching you through his thick lashes, "it depends on the person, i think."
"on the person you say." he trails off before smiling at you, a little coy and intriguing, the right corner of his lips being tucked back into a smirk.
you didn't even realize how close you two have been sitting next to each other by now, only being brought back to reality when you accidentally nudged your knee against his own, pulling in a sharp breath through your nose.
his scent was now heavily falling down on you, much more violent than before. A tease actually, that's what he was and you fell into it head first, your embarrassment cushioning your sweet cheeks with immense warmth as you disconcertingly pushed your thighs together.
so sweet, you never questioned yourself, and what about your brother? would he want you to fuck his roommate, or maybe, try and kiss him right now? and you know you shouldn't, obviously.
you could just fantasize about it after getting your ass up to leave this place, or this suffocating heat he effortlessly inflicted on you with nothing more than his pretty eyes delving daggers into your sweet skin.
but you wanted to taste it, the actual thing, his plump lips, you weren't this captivated by a person in a long time and it somehow scared you away, almost that is, because right now you were still sitting next to him, your knees playfully rubbing and nudging together.
his hand suddenly moves from his side to yours, gently being placed on top of your swaying thigh, massaging the soft skin when he noticed your slight shaking.
you returned his call, attempting to close the distance when he suddenly spoke again, "what would your brother say to this?" you only realize his hand wandering down more close when he rubbed painfully slow circles into the insides of your warm thigh, "would he be surprised, mad or furious?"
you're whining, he didn't even touch you on your burning little sensation and you were already helplessly heaving out, soft cries prickling from your throat to escape your lips.
"he doesn't have to know— please." this whole situation had your body tear each square of control off you and you were wondering what you were begging for in the first place.
perhaps to alhaitham— to keep his mouth shut in front of your brother, or maybe, you were additionally begging him to finally touch your clothed pussy with the flimsy material of your panties being drenched with nothing but your slick.
"Mm, please?" he's acting innocent, gently tipping his head to the side as his hand delved deeper, carefully pushing past your skirt, cupping your wet heat at once. "ah— there we go."
a single finger worked against you as you silently cried out, resting your forehead against his own while spreading your legs a little farther away.
it's only his middle finger but it still felt big, his build was remarkable and you could perceive a couple veins accentuating the back of his muscular arm rubbing circles on your clothed clit.
"you're wet there." he notes almost immediately, "what were you thinking about this whole time?" oh how sweet you were, the ticklish sensation of his knuckles ghosting on your skin had you giddy on the inside, your toes curling in your shoes. "n-nothing."
you deny whatever he thought about yet alhaitham knew better than this, way better, the amount of essence that coated his fingertips was too much evidence for you to blatantly repudiate his questions.
"pull up your shirt." he's fast, whispering against your neck when he instantaneously planted wet, open mouthed kisses on the thin skin, roughly slithering his tongue over it.
you do as he commands, quickly discarding your shirt but not completely, only letting the garment clutch over your breasts that were covered by your bra.
"good girl." you're trembling at the nickname, in your seat greedily burying your hands into his soft hair to pull him closer to your neck, letting him plant gentle bites and nips on you while simultaneously skimming his finger over your shielded folds.
"can you—" before you could finish, you stopped yourself from speaking, your attention being redirected by your sensitive little clit being pinched on.
you're throwing your head back at the slightly painful, yet fiery touch on you, "ah, please, more!" the anticipation in you to finally have his fingers deep inside your pussy, stirred up the adrenaline in your blood, yanking one of your legs over his own as alhaitham pulled you closer.
"more?" you clearly caught his interest, he lightly taps your clit with his middle finger before adding another one, your thighs instantly jolting up at the applied friction of another digit. "like this?"
"yeah— like this." you weakly responded, your voice a tone higher, alhaitham huffed out his warm breath on your damp neck that was wholly and sloppily glazed with his saliva when you smiled airily at him, resting your head against his comforting shoulder.
you're suddenly crying out, biting back a delicate whine when he gingerly hooked his fingers into the garment to at last, meet your exposed cunt, licking his lips at the sight.
if only your face wasn't so mesmerizing to look at while he's scissoring your tiny hole, alhaitham wanted to map it all out, your little pussy, every single inch, embed it into his perverted mind and jerk himself off at the thought of it afterwards.
he's greedily pulling your panties down, letting the flimsy material loosely dangle around your ankle as he positioned your leg back up on his own, watching your fluttering hole clench down on his curled up fingers.
if it wasn't for his other hand holding you open you were sure you would've suffocated the blood in his other arm by the way you wanted to push your thighs together around him, messily riding his digits with your bare cunt.
"i love how you feel down there." he shamelessly threw into the room, as if he didn't even care how shameful this situation was in its entirety, "you feel so good clamping down on me like that."
he smiles when he caught you yank your hips up a bit, meeting his pace midway, the raw squelching sounds of his fingers selfishly digging into your squishy walls rang through the big living room, your eyes squiring a glassy expression by the force alhaitham was going for.
"what if your brother comes in now?" at this, you reasonably gasped, desiring to actually smack that stupid grin off his face, "d-don't say that!" you mutter inaudibly as you're tucking him closer, your breasts cramming onto his chest when he looked at you, "really now?"
"imagine poor kaveh sitting on this couch afterwards." alhaitham heaved, abruptly pecking your lips when you deducted that this was the first time he had kissed you, at all, "the same couch I'm finger fucking his sibling on, right now."
you're moaning out screaming when he added a third and final finger, splitting your tiny hole with his thick digits and curling up, nudging the hammering spots deep within in your creamy walls.
his inappropriate choice of words had your mind turn hazy, liquifying all the rational thoughts in your body and turning them to nothing at all, dissolving them and replacing them with filthy, perverted things.
you could name it a carnal desire when you decided to hungrily kiss him, capture his plump lips with teeth colliding against each other.
it wasn't as tasteful as you thought it would be at first, the built up tension made it quite difficult to focus on two tasks at the same time, in addition to how hard alhaitham was fucking your tingling cunt.
yet alhaitham didn't mind, he wholly welcomed you, circling his wet muscle over your own as he pushed you deeper into the couch, adoring how your thighs began to vibrate from the sense of overstimulation he was capable to inflict on you throughout seconds.
how was it possible for him to be so good at this, so fucking skilled at pleasuring you senseless?
really, he only had met you today and you couldn't even remember another time when you were this needy, this wet and filthy minded because of another person.
"I think I'm close." you mewl out, your eyes being low lidded and beginning to strain from merely holding them open. Alhaitham snickered at your words, desperately suckling on your lips as he further amplified the tempo on your pussy. "close you say?"
he worked like magic, truly, it was addicting to be with him, the pleasure in you was heavily boiling, more so when your sensitive nipples began to roughly rub over the edge of your bra, your areolae being half exposed for his hungry, desiring eyes.
he was quick to pull himself away from your swollen lips, instead drawing himself to one of your nipples to encircle it in his warm mouth, greedily suckling in his breath to nibble on your tit while carrying on with his relentless pace on your cunt.
your lips twitch when you clasped them together, his finger pads grazing through the squishy flesh when your body tensed up, your hands having no other choice than to cradle around his neck, finally letting your orgasm wash over you.
"come on." his voice was raspy, "we're running out of time, you can do it, pretty." at his words you were helplessly scrunching your eyes shut, to half of his sentence you didn't even listen to, it was clear that the brutality of his touch alone would leave you sore, painfully sore but also yearning for him to do it once again.
you're limply grinding your hips into his hand a couple more times when you vehemently released into him, his palm being utterly drenched in your filthy slick while his thumb was carrying on to roll over your overstimulated clit.
you're moaning out his name, it felt silly to do it, to say it like that as if you were actually familiar with each other, contradicting the reality which was that you had just met him, not even hours ago.
"would you look at yourself." he purrs, alhaitham was lazily digging his fingers into your swollen cunt, captivated by your exhausted body listlessly leaning back, your chest heaving up and down and your thighs tightly clamping around his arm.
it was far too humiliating to look at him, to even speak back or say something.
because why, the moment you'd be brought back to reality, after a good fucking orgasm, all the problems would scrub over you in an instant, not even giving you additional time to bath in your deserved afterglow.
you noisily peaked between your legs with your loose cunt being still filled by his thick digits, noticing a dampened splotch underneath.
"you ruined my couch." he's noting before messily pulling out of you, his fingers being drenched in your sticky mess and quietly connecting to your cunt with a string of your essence holding you together.
"i— i didn't do it on purpose." you panic, not catching on that he was actually being sarcastic with you.
alhaitham for once, broke off the attention from your body, locating it to his soaked fingers before slowly opening his mouth, placing them on top of his tongue and closing his lips around it.
your eyes grew wide, the downright sinful look on his face had you hypnotized, another rush of excitement pistoling into you.
you find yourself staring without shame, drooling over the fact that alhaitham began to groan around his fingers, slurping them clean while searching for your gaze to hold them close to his own.
you were sure you were never going to get rid of this picture in your memories, you'll have it installed in your deepest depths forever.
when he was done, he carefully slid them off his lips, attempting to say something if it wasn't for a sudden noisy sound echoing through the heavy, of intimacy smelling, room.
you turned around in horror as you watched the door handle of the front door get pulled down, immediately alhaitham grabbed onto your shirt to drag it down your breasts, hiding your bare skin as he searched for a pillow to cover the obvious, painful erection in his pants.
"hey idiot, i'm home." the voice was sadly, very familiar, kaveh was now home.
kaveh? your brother! the one you were actually seeking out in the first place.
in a strive to look for your panties you lowered your gaze, yet being unable to spot them all over the floor when your brother walked into the living room at last.
"why is it so hot in here? oh—" his words instantly died in his throat the moment he had seen you sit next to his roommate, his eyes dramatically twitching, "what are you doing here?"
"what have you done?!" kaveh was quick to point whatever blame he could find on alhaitham, thankfully being oblivious to the fact that he rearranged your guts just a few moments ago.
"he did nothing, i promise!" you awkwardly laughed at the silence while clumsily getting up, innocently pushing your skirt down, "i was here to bring you your books and bumped into al— alhaitham!"
"no need to worry kaveh, i was only trying to make conversation." alhaitham sheepishly explained with an overly pleased smile on his face, yet not getting up, the big pillow resting on top of his pulsing crotch.
"whatever." kaveh rolled his eyes, being slightly irritated by the way you were so out of breath, deducting that alhaitham must've been a pain in the ass, overwhelming his poor, little sibling. "come on, lets get to my room."
as he went on to grab the books on the coffee table, you awkwardly ventured your gaze to alhaitham, just one last time, catching him stare at you before he playfully winked, darting his eyes away.
"lets go." kaveh was angry, cursing himself that he should've come home sooner, lightly pulling your arm so you'd follow him.
the moment alhaitham had heard the door of kaveh's bedroom close, he quickly disposed of the pillow on his lap, exposing your damp panties sticking to his pants.
you don't mind, do you?
you probably have a quite remarkable collection of underwear he has to see one day, until then, he'll give it his all to make good use of your panties ..
.. maybe even now, to fuck his stiff cock into the cloth while you're in your brother's room, without underwear, sore with your pussy still memorizing his slender, calloused fingers rubbing on your flesh.
request from @the-misterious-vampire: For context the reader is a matra as well and they go on a night stroll to see if scholar are doing illegal stuff and things got to a point where Cyno Fuck reader against a King Deshret temple (no anal tho that's nasty 🫣) if it's okay with you also Cyno brainrot is strong 🤭
CW: NSFW, inappropriate use of vision (u get fucked by his possessed spirit kinda?), is this considered monster fucking idk, public smut(?), unprotected sex (WRAP IT), reader can be seen as afab or amab (no descriptions of anal but if you’re amab then yes), top!cyno, bottom!reader, creampies, no established relationship, reader has a dendro vision, happens BEFORE sumeru’s archon quest and before cyno leaves
being the general’s right hand had its perks. you had it all. respect, power, and a hot boss, what more could you want? honestly, you wanted him, but at this point, it was not in the picture. work was the most important thing to cyno, and he did very little to risk his position. so you would just have to keep your little thoughts to yourself.
however, being able to watch the night sky with cyno was something you’d never get tired of. while hunting scholars was written in the job description, being able to journey throughout the desert and see the thousands of galaxies and stars in the night sky was probably one of the best parts of your job.
you shuddered a bit as a cool breeze ran up your spine. you looked at the general’s back, who was walking slightly in front of you. he wore less than you and yet he didn’t look bothered by the conditions. must be from years of work. it kind of inspired you to do your best to keep up with him.
“how are you doing?” he looks over his shoulder to look at your form, slightly being caught staring. i mean he has strangely enhanced senses so it didn’t surprise you he could tell you were staring.
“i’m fine. how are you doing though? you barely have any clothing on and it’s freezing out here,” you question as he huffs a chuckle. smiling as he faces forward again.
“many years of hunting scholars in the desert forces your body to adapt. while i still feel cold, i’ve learned to force the feeling down in case i need to chase in pursuit,” he answers as you click your tongue and nod. you scan the desert to your sides, looking at the giant pyramids in the distance and the enclosing camp that held the scholars you were after. his tracking skills were incredible, even with no footprints or signs of movement, he was able to find anyone within a couple of hours.
he stops suddenly and puts out a hand to stop you as well. you summon your sword silently, readying yourself as he quietly flashes you hand signs. "fatui present. go to formation b" it says as you understand and he instantly disappears. you push your mask over your jaw and rush to the opposite side of the camp that he was headed to. this is what you tended to do with him. while one of you approaches the camp for them to see, the other hides in the shadows to provide ambush assistance. or in this case, you deal with the scholars while he deals with the bigger threats.
you watch as cyno approaches the fatui and scholars, summoning his polearm and swinging it to warm up his muscles. you watch him crack his neck before the fatui are standing up in response to his presence.
“it’s the general!” one yells as the scholars look as if they’re about to shit themselves. they rush to their tents, hoping to gather what they have researched before running away.
you didn’t allow that to happen, sneaking into the camp and into the tents to knock out and bind the scholars down. you did this before hearing a “judgement is upon you!”
‘oh damn they messed up now’ you internally chuckle to yourself as you drag out the bound scholars to see cyno’s possessed self fighting the fatui. you made sure the scholars couldn’t escape before summoning your weapon to aid him.
with your supportive kit and his aggressive approach, you’ve defeated the fatui in record time. watching as they disappear before your eyes. you look over at cyno’s form. you had always thought this look was so… interesting. while it wasn’t too different from his normal look, the giant claws and headdress he wore just made him look so badass. it kind of turned you on, wondering how it would feel to get fucked when he’s like that. plus with his panting and sweat glistening in the light of the torches, he looked so good.
“are the scholars ready to be returned?” he asks and it breaks your trance of thought. you cough and scolded yourself for thinking of something so lewd. you turn your head away from him, trying to hide the heat that rose to your cheeks. cyno approaches the knocked out and bound scholars. checking over your crafty work.
“y-yes. i was able to tie them up before they could escape. they should be picked up by our forces within the evening,” you say as you press your finger to your ear, turning on your akasha to inform your subordinates.
“perfect. let’s head to our clean-up route and then head back to aaru village for the night,” he says as he finishes his inspection of the scholars before getting up and turning back to you. you nod and follow him outside of the camp.
you’re back to watching the stars above, trying to name each constellation you know and trying to determine your position. cyno looks over his shoulder at you, smiling as you look like you have no care in the world. he always appreciated your presence. it wasn’t hostile, but could be intimidating if need be. plus you didn't seem to be afraid of him. nervous at times, but for cyno that was normal. you treated him as a general but also a friend. he couldn't deny that he was in awe of you. you were talented and beautiful, which he couldn’t deny. it just seemed you had a hard time staying focused or maintaining eye contact with him.
he wasn’t stupid, he knew of your feelings for him. while he felt the same, he wasn’t the most experienced in the romance field and didn’t know how it would pass with his work. it was also quite entertaining watching you try to deny staring at him.
“where are we,” it wasn’t a question, more of a test of your knowledge as he grinned. you look back at him before humming in contemplation.
“we’re about forty paces south of the camp we just exited, about ten paces north-west from the edge of the mausoleum of king deshret, and four thousand and seventeen paces approximately from aaru village,” you said as he nodded and hummed.
“very good. i’m glad that i can trust your judgment,” he smiles at you and you feel your heart skip a beat. you gulp and rub the back of your neck.
“hah- i bet it’s no where near as good as yours sir!” you nervously say as his eyes narrow and a smirk appears on his face. gods you were just too cute to not tease.
“don’t doubt yourself ____, doubt will lead to your downfall. trust yourself and your commanding officer alright?” he says as your eyes sparkled with the moonlight.
“y-yes sir!” you declared as cyno’s eyes softened. he slows down to a pace, and you realize how close to the pyramid you are, looking up at the marvelous structure.
you don’t realize he has stopped moving before you almost bump into him. he puts out an arm to stop you once again and you think he spots a threat but relax when you see the look on his face. his eyes are soft as he looks at you, head tilted slightly to the side and he studies your face before speaking.
“you seem distracted. in fact, you’ve seemed distracted for the past couple of hours. something on your mind?” oh he knows, but you don’t know that he knows. he hides his smirk just in case it’s not what he’s actually thinking. that would almost perverted of him if his initial thoughts were incorrect.
you gulp and blink a few times before rubbing the back of your neck, something he noticed you do when you're nervous or embarrassed. but you really only did it when you were talking with him.
“it’s nothing, sir. i apologize for being distracted. i’ll be more vigilant from now on,” you nod your head at him to show your sincerity, but he narrows his eyes at you.
“are you sure? you’ve been staring at me quite an awful lot tonight. almost like you have something to hide. you wouldn’t hide anything from your commanding officer now would you?” he slowly walks you back, your back hitting the pyramid wall as you feel cornered. you’re trying to keep the blush down, but your cheeks feel hot against the cold desert night’s air.
“s-sir this seems rather inappropriate… s-shouldn’t we get back to our—mpmh!!” you don’t get to finish your sentence before a hand is grabbing your chin and lips are pressed against your own. you hesitate for a moment before relaxing and leaning into the kiss.
he presses you further into the pyramid’s sides and your hands fall back onto the sandy material to help steady yourself. you whimper into his mouth silently as he bites on your bottom lip. he leans back and almost groans at the site. your leaning against the pyramid, cheeks blossomed with heat and you’re slightly panting.
you blink up at him, eyes innocently tracing his features. your knees already felt weak as he readjusts his grip on your jaw and strokes your cheek, a grin coming on his face.
“want to tell me what’s been distracting you now?” he says and you swear his eyes are glowing red. he's drinking in your quivering form as you try to look away but his hand on your jaw doesn’t allow you to. “don’t try to look away. tell me what it is,”
“i… your possessed spirit… sir…” you close your eyes, not wanting to see his response. cyno’s eyes widened for just a second, being caught off guard.
“what about it?” he asked, you peaked one eye open to see he didn’t have an angry expression. one more of curiosity than anything.
“i-i thought of you… fucking me while in that state…” your voice is barely above a whisper. it’s ironic is it not? one of the captains of the matra, the most powerful legion in sumeru, being submissive and shy due to their commanding officer. it didn’t feel real, but the embarrassment you felt did. shame penetrating every nerve in your body.
he doesn’t answer for a moment, and you close your eyes to prepare for punishment, degradation, a smack to the face. but it never comes. all you hear is a small chuckle and the hand on your jaw is removed. you open your eyes again to see him holding his vision in his hand.
“you really aren’t the innocent person i thought you were. i thought you were just thinking of kissing me. not fucking me while i dawn my possession. naughty thing aren't you?” he says as he leans over you, lips inches away from your own. you hadn't realized how your knees had buckled and allowed him to seem much taller than before. “but i do suppose you did well with that camp back there. perhaps i should give you a reward for your efforts,”
you can’t help that your eyes sparkle in excitement as he licks his lips and presses them against your own. eating up all the small noises that escape your mouth. his cock is starting to harden as he places his vision back in its place. his hands start to undo your uniform, exposing your bare skin to the cool desert night air as he never breaks the kiss. your hands cup his cheeks as you deepen the kiss. you have to breathe through your nose just so he won't stop.
you moan into his mouth as his hands come to your hips and readjust you on the ledge of the pyramid. you wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls away to look at you. you're panting and your eyes looked so desperate for him to do anything. he can't deny that his eyes may reflect the same emotion.
"you're so cute like this," he grips your chin and you shudder in anticipation... and also from the small breeze that brushes against your chest. he smiles and presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. "let's get you prepped, this is an interesting turn of events for sure,"
he grips the waistband of your pants and slowly pulls them down. you lift up your hips to help him wiggle it down to your ankles as your underwear is the only thing left. a small stain of precum lingers on them as he chuckles. he places a finger against your warm sex. you sigh and grip his hair slightly. he playfully bites your cheek before finally pulling down your underwear. he feels his own cock twitch in his pants at the site in front of him.
you're panting, covering your mouth with your forearm in embarrassment. your sex is leaking and he can't help how he licks his lips. he kneels to the ground and grasps your legs, pulling them closer and placing kisses along your inner thighs. he starts to bite down on the skin and narrows his eyes in amusement as you jolt a bit. he blows gently onto your sex and you quiver. he laughs again and presses the softest kiss to where you really need him. your hips jut forward to try to get any kind of pressure applied to them, but he's already pulling away.
"please sir... stop teasing so much," you beg and his eyes almost glow in the dim light. he nods and hums in agreement as he latches his mouth onto your sex finally, giving a simple suck to test your reaction. you squeak out and bite onto your forearm. he finally begins to pleasure you fully as his tongue swirls and licks up all the precum you leak. his pace is slow at first, building a steady pace and taking short breaks to let his mouth detach from your sex with a 'pop.' your hand tangles into his hair and pulls as his hands squeeze your thighs in pleasure. he can feel his cock begging to be touched, but cyno is disciplined, so he ignores it.
"hah- cyno- sir... it feels so good," your head falls back when he slurps at you. his tongue slowly slides to your hole, tongue prodding it as you whine. he brings his fingers up to your mouth before saying "suck."
you do as he says with no hesitance. his tongue never stops swirling as he brings his now-slicked hands down to your hole. he slowly enters one finger into you as your back arches. you moan louder as he continues to suck you and finger you. his eyes are on you the entire time, studying how you react to every little thing you do. you're still gripping onto his headdress as your other arm stables your body on the pyramid. your hips are bucking into cyno's mouth as you feel the knot in your stomach bubble up.
he can tell from your expression that the pleasure is overwhelming. your mewls become louder as he speeds up his pace. he adds another into you, you gasp his name at the stretch and bite onto your lip. he begins to scissor you, trying to prep you the best he can and soon his fingers brush against a certain spot deep within you and you gasp again, your body now arching over cyno and both hands come to grasp onto his head. "r-right there! please!" you pled as he smirks. he continues to abuse the spot over and over while sucking gently still. he watches as sinful sounds bless his ears. thankfully you two were far away from people, so he did not stop you in your chase of pleasure or your delightful noises. you let yourself be consumed by the fireworks of pleasure sparking in your stomach.
cyno watches as your orgasm crashes over you. sweeping you away as your hips jerk before his hand and mouth become soaked in your cum. your voice spikes and your head falls back as you cry out cyno's name, chanting it. cyno helps you ride out your orgasm. slurping away any cum that escapes you. you're gritting your teeth as possibly the most overwhelming orgasm slowly dwindles out.
when you finally come down from your high, you slump back against the pyramid. cyno laughs and stands before you. "i hope you're not too exhausted for the main portion?" he says as his eyes flicker to his own cock and then back to your eyes. you gulp and shake your head.
"no sir," you simply state, still catching your breath as he grins and pushes his pants down just enough to free his cock. he takes a deep breath before you see the electro swirl around him. his headdress and arms glow as wraps surround his arms. large claws emerge from the wraps as a growl howls from his new form. cyno's eyes are now both covered as he looks in your direction.
"cyno?" you ask as he smiles, his large claws pick you up with little to no effort as the erotic scene in front of you fuels the heat in your stomach once again.
"are you ready?" he asks, removing one hand for a moment just to move his cock in place. you nod as you whimper when the tip of his cock presses against your hole. he slowly edges himself inside as the uncomfortable stretch of his cock hurts. "tell me when i can move..." cyno's voice is surprisingly soft. while cyno can be a mean lover, it's only a cover-up. cyno is soft and compassionate, and your pleasure means more to him than his own.
you wrap your arms around his neck again as you slowly sink further onto his cock. your whimpers only turn him on more as he kisses your lips to try to distract you. his lips are soft against your own, slow and sentimental. his claws hold you steady as you finally bottom out. he hisses as he can feel you clamping down on him.
"breathe," he says as you shakily let out a breath and he can feel you ease up on his cock. he kisses your cheek as you finally nod. "move please..."
his thrusts start out slow, so as to not hurt or overwhelm you. however, the drag of his cock in you makes your mind go blank. you scratch at his back as he picks up the pace. you moan loudly at a particular thrust that makes your eyes open wide. your eyes are met with his glowing purple headdress. he feels you clamp around him again as he meets your eyes and grunts. they reflect his own lust, and both of you know just how lewd this interaction is. the thought just fueling your drives to continue. he kisses you once again, swallowing your cries and whimpers.
"you feel so good... we- should have done this sooner..." he grunts against you, hiding in your neck as you nod. he kisses and bites along your neck, hearing the almost pornographic sounds of his cock ramming into you is all the both of you can hear. you both become wrapped up in the sensations of it all that you're almost disappointed when you feel your orgasm coming up. you didn't want this to end.
"getting... close..." you say as he nods. he keeps the same pace, however, also wanting to drag it out as long as possible. however, when you feel him brush against the spot from earlier, you cant help but whine. "wanna cum..."
"then cum, no one's stopping you, captain," he says as he finally picks up the pace a little more. the title makes you shudder as he chases his own orgasm while you continue to claw at his back. your lips are near his ear as you whimper his name mixing in his own title. the pleads and begs send heat right to cyno's cock as he gulps and bites onto your exposed shoulder. "cum... cum right now..." his voice is raspy and dominant. he almost sounded like he growled at you.
you reach in between you and cyno and touch your sex to help you, and it finally brings you over the edge as you most likely draw blood on cyno's back. cries of his name are loud as he helps you through your orgasm once again, his own exploding during the middle of yours. his cum stuffs you, filling you to the brim as you both hold onto each other.
the moments after are silent. the only thing you can hear is the ringing in your ears and the panting coming from both you and cyno. you can't believe you just did that. neither can cyno, however there isn't an ounce of regret from either of you.
once both of you come down, you watch as the wraps and glowing aura dissipate. he sets you down on the pyramid as he leans over you. you both are trying to catch your breath before you do anything else.
"was that... good enough?" he huffs as you nod, bringing his mouth to yours and kissing it. his hand comes up to cup your cheek as you smile against him.
"it was more than good enough. i didn't want to stop," you chuckle as he smiles. his hair is messy and his back definitely hurts with the wind brushing small grains of sand along the stretch marks. he looks to the sky and realizes that there's a storm brewing. he can't even enjoy this moment for a little bit longer, can he? he sighs before looking back at you.
"let's get out of here, there's a storm coming and I don't want to have to deal with camping in ruins," he says as he helps you dress. there wasn't much to clean either of you up, so you would just have to worry about that later.
as you both finally reach aaru village and the house you were both temporarily stationed in. cyno helps you finally clean yourself both off properly. he places kisses along your knuckles and faces as you drag him to the couch to let you tend to his wounds (aka the scratch marks left by you). the rest of the night fades on as you settle into each other's arms, finally able to relish in each other's feelings without any hesitation.
author’s note;
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AHHHHH I LOVE THIS SMMMMMMM. fantasies fulfilled. he's so hot i want to just leave hickies all over him.
☁ alhaitham x f!reader x kaveh s.mut, genshin impact
☁ reader is afab and goes by she/her. alhaitham delays your orgasm for 5 days whilst kaveh is away. poly and established relationship. bits of alhaitham x reader and alhaitham x kaveh before the finale alhaitham x reader x kaveh. orgasm delay and denial (you cum at the end dw!!), alhaitham calls you his cumdump and cocksleeve, thigh-fucking (haitham), toys (just for a bit), overstimulation, oral (both m and f receiving), slight cervix bumping, slight choking, double penetration, slight dacryphilia, creampie, slight cumplay. alhaitham uses cameras to keep watch on u. there’s a alhaitham x kaveh shower sex section. alhaitham is mean at first but he loves you. kaveh is so sweet. they’re both very sweet at the end, they both use pet names: baby, love, pretty. aftercare at the end!!
☁ 6.k words. A/N: my pussy created this. also this is basically alhaitham delays readers orgasm and then both him and kaveh console u w sex LMAO /lh.
You agree to Alhaitham’s little game for the five days Kaveh is away, but you didn’t think it would be this bad.
Five days of no orgasms doesn’t sound that hard, really. You’ve got plenty of work to do, and a week won’t kill you.
But what Alhaitham failed to mention, was what he would do during that time. Because Alhaitham didn’t say anything about his own orgasms.
His smart and perverted ass set up a high-definition camera in the bedroom. So he could watch you, make sure you’re behaving, even when he’s not home. And for the first two days, you thought he might take pity on you and let you cum if you begged hard enough, begged pretty enough. His tongue swipes against your clit over and over again, fingers pressing deep into your cunt. And you ask oh-so-nicely if you can cum, tears falling down your face.
But he only plays with you long enough to get you slick, dripping, for his own cock to slide into you, his hands spreading you from behind to watch himself sink in.
He’s careful about it, pressing your face against the pillows, forcing your back to arch as he pounds into you. He’s careful to make sure your clit isn’t touched, that he’s maximizing his own pleasure whilst minimising yours. You sob as he cums inside of you, spent. And then he cleans you up like normal, takes you into his arms like normal, before falling straight to sleep next to you.
It takes hours for the throbbing of your cunt to subside. You look down at the camera at the bottom of the bed. You don’t dare disobey him, because if there’s anything you know, it’s that his punishments come even harsher.
You find out that there’s cameras in the bathroom and the office the first time you try to touch yourself, try to misbehave. You look at the showerhead and think about how good the pressure would feel, your hands sliding between your legs for not even two minutes before the Akasha terminal on the bathroom counter starts ringing.
Fuck, you think, before wiping your ear and putting on the device.
“What did I say about touching what’s mine?”
Alhaitham’s voice is rough with a dangerous edge, both making your stomach drop and your pussy even wetter. You swallow down your arousal with apologies.
By the third day, he doesn’t even need to prep you, really. It takes seconds of his hands pressing against your cunt when he gets home before you start to slick against his fingers, like your body remembers how long it’s been, what’s required of it.
He smirks at the touch. Makes it easier for him to slide into you for the night, holding one of your thighs up as you lie on your side.
“Just a little cumdump for me, aren’t you?” You moan against his cheek, your head falling back on his shoulder, your legs shivering as his pace gets faster.
“My precious little cocksleeve, taking my cock so well.” His voice drops low, breath ghosting over your ear. It takes everything in you to keep your hands to yourself. He presses deeper into you, fingertips gripping your thigh harder.
“This is what you’re made for, isn’t it? Ah, fuck.” You think it might be worse listening to him, hearing him get closer and closer to a climax that you will never reach. You moan wantonly anyways, crying into his neck.
“This pretty pussy’s just for me, wet and aching just for me,” he kisses your neck, “makes me cum every time. Fuck, baby, m’gonna cum.” He fucks you hard, your heartbeat erratic in your chest, your thighs clenching together, your walls shaking as it milks his cock.
He takes a sharp intake of breath and cums, his movements slowing but not stopping, taking in his minutes of satisfaction, ropes of white spilling inside of you, before he relaxes.
You swear it would only take one swipe against your clit to make you cum, and he seems aware of that too as he cleans you up, wet towel wiping your whole body first so your pussy can calm down before he gets to it, carefully cleaning up the mess he made.
“You’re so good for me, baby,” he tells you lovingly, and you wrap your arms around his neck.
“H-Haitham,” you sob, breath hitching, “I-I wanna…”
“I know, love,” Alhaitham coos, petting your hair, “when Kaveh gets home, we’ll all give each other some love. Think you can wait until then, baby?”
You nod into him, letting him make the decisions. Because you know, in the end, he’s always taken care of you.
-
On the fourth day, Alhaitham comes home late, at 2AM in the morning. You’ve been busying yourself with work all day, and you’re fast asleep, your lips pursed cutely, your cheeks smushed by the pillow.
You look so sweet, he feels his cock hardening in his pants. He just has to ruin you again tonight.
He goes to touch between your legs and smiles, glad to find you’re still wet. He’s had his own fill of orgasms from torturing you everyday, so he figures even when you’re asleep, you can help make his dick hard again, can’t you?
“That’s what you’re made for, isn’t it, baby? To take my cock whenever I want?” he whispers to no one.
He pets your hair, removing your soaked panties and replacing them with his own cock between your legs, sliding against your wet cunt and thighs. Archons, he thinks he could get off just from this, his jaw clackens as he gets his cock coated with your wetness, the soft skin of your thighs inviting him in.
“You’re so pretty,” he can’t help but mutter, even though you can’t hear him. You’re moaning quietly in your sleep, like you know without really knowing. He opens up the button-down you’re wearing, your skin shining under the moonlight, breasts bouncing with every thrust he makes between your thighs.
“H-Haitham…” you whimper into the night, not fully awake, making him even harder. He squeezes your thighs hard, pushing them together tighter.
“Fuck. Yeah, baby. I’m here.” He leans his body over you, breath ghosting over your ear, hair tickling your cheek. “You just rest, okay? You can- oh – you can go back to sleep. It’s okay.”
The first thing you notice is how warm and hard he is. You’re aware of how wet you are and at the same time sleep beckons to you. You wrap your arms around him, drifting in and out of consciousness for while, but moaning and whimpering his name all the same.
Alhaitham kisses you on the cheek, his nose bumping into yours. “Yeah, love. Gotta rest up before Kaveh gets back. Ahh, fuck, your thighs are so soft, your pussy’s leaking all over me. Got you all worked up and I’m not even inside you, huh?”
Your hand wraps into his hair at the nape of his neck, your back arching into him like it might grant you some kind of stimulation. You tense your thighs shut, squeezing his cock, and roll your hips up towards him, making him groan.
“Fuck, baby, just like that.” His cock moves past your folds again and again in long strokes, from the head all the way to the base. You whine at him for more, more, until he’s gripping the headboard, taking sharp intakes of breath through gritted teeth.
“I’m gonna come,” his voice catches between groans, hot breath puffing against your cheek. You feel his cock throb between your legs. His body tenses as he releases over your thighs, white spurts between your legs joining your slick that’s dripped down until he’s spent.
You whine up at him, holding him tighter like it’ll take away the ache between your legs. He holds you softly, lovingly, despite the torment he’s causing.
“You were so good to me, love. You’re so good,” he kisses the top of your head, uncharacteristically uncaring for the mess still between you both for the time he takes to console you.
-
On the fifth day, you try and busy yourself with work, because all you can think about is Kaveh coming home.
But Alhaitham isn’t that nice, of course. You should’ve known it, should’ve seen it coming.
Your hands are tied to either corner of the bed, courtesy of Alhaitham making sure you’re spread open before he goes to pick Kaveh up. He leaves a very small, unsatisfactory vibrator inside of you before he goes. But after the week you’ve had, it’s enough to keep you wet, waiting for them.
Kaveh is greeted with the prettiest sight in the world when he enters the bedroom.
“Hi, pretty,” he coos, eyes wandering down your body and back up. You mutter a soft “welcome home” as he kisses your forehead, moving your hair back.
“Alhaitham and I are just gonna get freshened up, okay? And then we’ll be right with you.” Kaveh smiles soft and easy, his fondness making you relax as Alhaitham removes the toy from you, wiping it down with a wet towel.
“Awh, you kept her slick just for me?” Kaveh kisses your cheek, gently pressing his hand on the inside of your knee to see the mess you’ve made.
“Let’s get in the shower. Don’t want you to get your travel germs on the bed.” The toy is cleaned and put back in the drawer, and Alhaitham pushes Kaveh by the waist into the bathroom.
-
You think if you didn’t want Alhaitham so badly in this moment, you might punch him.
Because of course they’re having shower sex, and of course they’re being so goddamn loud.
Alhaitham presses Kaveh’s front against the shower wall, the cold shocking him for only a split second before behind even more shocked at the sight behind him. Alhaitham gets on his knees, pressing kisses to both sides of his rear, licking at the warm skin there.
“Alhaitham,” Kaveh pants, the shower water only an afterthought as Alhaitham’s tongue draws closer to his hole. “Oh, fuck. In the mood to spoil me, love?”
Alhaitham’s hand runs against the underside of Kaveh’s cock, making him shiver. “Moan louder, let her hear it.”
“Oh, is that what this is about?” Kaveh’s voice lilts teasingly, but it’s all the response he can manage before Alhaitham laps into his rim, pumping Kaveh’s cock at the same time. The shout Kaveh yells is almost real, his hands fisting against the shower wall.
“Oh, fuck!” Kaveh’s voice echoes off the shower walls and into the bedroom. “Your tongue feels so good!”
His tongue? You thrash against the sheets, moaning in tandem. How long has it been since you’ve felt that sensation? Alhaitham has always been methodical about it, observant, persistent licks over and over. And Kaveh has always been an artist, describing his situation so picturesque between moans. You can imagine it so clearly, the way Alhaitham would rile Kaveh up. The images flash in your mind side by side your fantasies of finally having them both again.
“Fuck, yes, touch me too. Ah, both places at once… it’s so much! Oh, please, more!” If you weren’t so wet right now, you might roll your eyes at how fucking annoying they are. But the sound of Kaveh’s nearing orgasm has your thighs clenching together, frustrated that you’re not allowed to cum and also that he is allowed.
“I-I’m gonna cum, ohh, Haitham. Spoil me more. Yes, right there! Oh, Archons, I-I’m coming,” you ache both in your pussy and your heart. You want to be spoiled, to be satisfied over and over.
You think that’s the end, that they’ll come out and treat you next, until you hear the sudden slap of skin and Alhaitham’s low grunts.
“It’s- it’s so big! Ohh, so sensitive… I think I- oh, harder! I’m gonna cum again!”
You huff as they finish and the showerhead turns off, mild jealousy and questions filling your mind. What if they’re too spent for you now? What if this is your punishment? What if-
The bathroom door opens to reveal your freshly washed partners. Kaveh smiles sheepishly, with Alhaitham smirking behind him.
You think you might cry. Kaveh’s eyes widen, his hands coming to cup your face immediately, and that’s when you realise you are crying. He moves quickly, untying you so that you can wrap your arms around him.
“Alhaitham,” Kaveh scolds his lover, who’s now standing very awkwardly next to the bed. “You tortured her too much!”
“You didn’t seem to think it was too much literally 5 minutes ago!” Alhaitham argues back.
“You made her cry!”
“She looks pretty when she cries.”
“Alhaitham!”
Kaveh redirects himself to you. “Shh, shh,” he pets you softly. “It’s okay, baby. We’re here for you now. And we’re gonna treat you so well. Aren’t we, Alhaitham?”
“That was the plan.”
“That is the plan!” Kaveh scowls at the man whose name he moaned 5 minutes ago before lying you down on the bed, his lips coming over yours.
His kisses are pillowy against yours, and you melt into his arms, your heart feels like it’s being put back together again. Alhaitham moves to behind you, stroking your back and moving your hair away from your face, laying kisses on your neck.
“Baby,” Kaveh whispers against your lips, “you’ve been so good. Five whole days like this? Love, you deserve the reward of a lifetime, don’t you think?”
You hug him again, sniffling against him.
“Aren’t you gonna apologize to her, Alhaitham?” Kaveh looks at him notably.
Alhaitham shifts to kiss down your spine, bringing your back flat against the bed once again. Kaveh situates himself with you in his lap, his hands moving over your breasts. Alhaitham mutters something about how “all I do is serve you both” as he spreads your legs, making Kaveh whistle low.
“Oh, baby, you’re still soaked,” Kaveh teases, tweaking your nipples between his fingers. “You get like that just from listening to us, pretty?”
“She gets that from not cumming for 5 days.” Alhaitham responds flatly.
“Tch. If you’re gonna take so long, I’ll get down there and treat her.”
Alhaitham smirks, pressing teasing kisses to your thighs. “She’s gonna cum so fast once I start. Aren’t you, love?”
And you hate knowing he’s right. Your hands grip onto Kaveh’s thighs, panting in response.
“Yeah, baby, you should hold on.” It’s the last sentence Alhaitham says before, gratefully, his tongue laps into your folds.
He moans at the taste immediately, humming against your core. You’re so warm, your pussy already pulsing under his tongue.
It’s heavenly, you think, the way he licks every crevice, cleaning up your slick and adding to it before grazing the tip of his tongue over your clit. You jerk up into him, his hands going to steady your hips.
“Mm. Sensitive, baby?” You can feel his smile against your cunt, his tongue testing the waters again, gently and carefully tapping the tip of it over your clit until the sensitivity becomes you moaning for more.
And he gives it to you, gives you more, all that you’ve been wanting for the last five days. “You were so good for me, love,” he says between kisses, “you took my dick so well everyday, let me use you.”
Kaveh’s mouth comes down to kiss your neck, biting down hard enough to leave marks, then moves over your shoulder to lap your breasts, his fingers stroking your nipples. Your back arches, thighs threatening to close, you feel so strung up, breath haste.
“Baby’s getting close, isn’t she?” Kaveh uses his tongue to play with your nipple, bringing you steadily to the peak of your arousal.
“You can cum, love,” Alhaitham tells you, his arms wrapped around your legs to bring you closer, closer to his mouth. Your body shivers, shakes under both their tongues. Alhaitham quickens his tongue over your clit, tight circles with the perfect pressure that make you see stars. Kaveh pulls on your nipple a little harsher, sucking on the other.
It’s too much, you try to tell them between your moans and cries. But then you’re finally cumming, your thighs smushing Alhaitham’s head, though that doesn’t stop him from lapping up everything you have to give him. Your hands grip Kaveh’s thighs hard, and he lets you, continuing to suck and bite at your breasts. It’s an ecstasy you’ve missed for so long, that lasts minutes before your body finally relaxes. Your hands weave into Alhaitham’s hair apologetically.
But it’s not enough, you want another one, and you’re grateful for them because you don’t have to tell them. As soon as you come back to yourself, you realize neither of them have stopped. Your body jerks in oversensitivity, hands failing and grabbing at them.
“W-wait,” you try to tell them, whimpering out their names, “it’s- it’s so sensitive.”
Kaveh gives you a tight squeeze and last little suckle before letting your head lie back on a pillow, moving under your leg to kneel next to Alhaitham between your thighs.
He kisses your thigh softly, as Alhaitham’s tongue starts to slow, looking to build you back up again. Alhaitham spreads your legs wider, to fit both his broad shoulders and Kaveh’s between them. The sight of them both between your legs together has you gripping the sheets, breath coming short.
“We’re gonna give you one more, mmkay?” Kaveh whispers, lips moving up and down your thigh. You nod aimlessly, leaning back.
“Look at us.” Alhaitham demands, and your eyes skim back to them.
Alhaitham’s darkened eyes meet yours as he removes his mouth from your cunt, wiping at your fluids dripping down his chin. “Tastes good,” he comments, admiring your body blatantly, kissing your other thigh.
“Yeah?” Kaveh comes closer to him, and like it’s a meal, has a taste. He moans at the touch of your soft folds against his tongue, the way they quiver slightly.
“Mm, does taste good.” Kaveh plunges his tongue slowly inside of you and back out, his thumbs spreading you slightly, kissing your abused clit.
Alhaitham comes back to join him, and your eyes widen as you realize what’s happening, both their tongues coming to pleasure you simultaneously. You think you might be seeing heaven. Kaveh kitten-licks at your clit, whilst Alhaitham moves to suck on your lower folds, copying Kaveh from before and sliding his tongue inside of you.
“You think you can come one more time for me?” Kaveh asks, smiling against your clit. You mutter a meek yes. Alhaitham replaces his tongue with his fingers, sliding one in before adding another, his head joining Kaveh’s as they lick on either side of your clit together.
Oh, Archons, you think you might faint. They’re not in sync at all, adding to your pleasure, making it so clear that both of them are down there. Kaveh’s licks are faster than Alhaitham’s, whereas Alhaitham’s are more sensual, their tongues brushing against one another. Alhaitham’s fingers curl inside of you, making them hold your body down as you try to move.
“You deserve to be spoiled,” Alhaitham whispers, so softly you almost don’t catch it. Your hands reach down to hold theirs respectively, big hands encasing your own. Kaveh uses his other hand to spread your lips a little wider, to make sure they’re licking every part of your little clit.
Lucky. You’re so lucky. It’s so much. Babbling comes out of your mouth, making them both smile endearingly. Kaveh takes over from your clit, and Alhaitham gets the hint, moving to focus on marking your thighs and moving his fingers, making sure they hit that spot inside of you that makes you see stars.
Kaveh builds you up faster, his tongue rapid and overtaking all your senses. Alhaitham matches his fingers to Kaveh’s pace.
“Look so pretty like this,” Alhaitham switches to licking lightly at your folds around his fingers. “Had to keep you like this all week, just because you’re so pretty.”
“Mm, go ahead, love,” Kaveh tells you. “Cum for us, whenever you’re ready.”
You grind into Kaveh’s mouth, once, twice, and on the third time, you cum again. A wave of pleasure rushes over you, crashing harder than before, your whole body tensing under their spell, tears about to fall. Kaveh looks so pleased, sucking on your clit and licking on it all at once. Alhaitham works you through your orgasm too, his fingers moving inside you relentlessly, only slowing down as your body relaxes.
You watch as Alhaitham removes his fingers from you and Kaveh takes him by the wrist, plopping the fingers in his mouth and sucking on them. Alhaitham’s sharp intake of breath and Kaveh’s greedy look says everything.
“Mm, I love the taste of my lover,” Kaveh grins.
“Get on the bed.” Alhaitham groans through gritted teeth.
“Oh, so bossy~”
Alhaitham opts for grabbing Kaveh by the arm and throwing him on the bed instead. “We’re not done yet.”
Alhaitham crawls over you, smashing his lips against yours to give you the sweetest sloppy kiss. He kisses like a demand for your attention, like only this moment exists.
He finally parts from you, hot breath with a hint of mint, and the energy in the room shifts.
He rubs his hand up and down your arm. “I hope…” he clears his throat, “that we are on our way to making, ah, an adequate apology.”
You wrap your arms around him, smiling and nodding, holding him tight, and Kaveh joins in, hugging you both.
“It’s okay, Haitham,” your voice muffled by their bodies. “Love you. Love you both.”
“Awh, see! She forgives you for all the torment you put her through. What a sweet thing~,” Kaveh pokes your face, making you giggle, and Alhaitham sighs in relief.
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
“Yes, yes. I love you both. Now!” Kaveh claps, “Could we please get on with the main course? Because I’ve been missing this pussy-”
“Didn’t you guys already…” you joke.
Alhaitham rolls his eyes. “Oh, so us fucking just now wasn’t enough for you?”
“Hey! We all need our… special times! Okay? And you got to fuck her for the last four days! Whereas I was actually working out in the desert! I make the bread, bring it home-”
“But this is Alhaitham’s house.”
“Exactly. Where’s my rent payment? Or are you finally moving out?”
“This again?! And you!” He pokes your forehead, “Don’t side with him! I have been so nice to you. I could’ve let Alhaitham torture you more.”
“Ah, you’re right. Alhaitham, please don’t kick Kaveh out. How are you gonna have his dick if he’s not around?”
“Tch. I think you should both be more grateful that I’m so good at sharing.”
You all laugh together, giggles and kisses that move from innocent to heated. Kaveh grabs your hand and places it on his member, your shock apparent and arousal spiking as you feel him getting bigger in your hand. You wrap your fingers around his wide girth, pumping him gently.
Kaveh smiles alongside your lips at the feeling of your hands, so much smaller than his or Alhaitham’s, pulling you in for a deeper kiss, tongues tangling. Alhaitham kisses and bites your shoulder, his hands wandering all over your body, grabbing at your breasts and your thighs.
“Wanna fuck you so bad, sweet thing,” Kaveh moves to kneel between your legs, never moving his lips too far away from you, always pecking you with more kisses. Without effort, Alhaitham flips you over.
“Oh, is that how we’re doing it?” Kaveh teases, following Alhaitham’s cue and pulling you by the thighs towards the foot of the bed. You’re moved to be on your knees, and Alhaitham repositions himself to sit in front of you, your warm breath skimming over his growing member.
He pets your hair, thumb running over your cheek. “This okay, love?”
You nod, tongue darting out to the slit of his cockhead tentatively, before licking around the head. Alhaitham’s hands press into your hair, pulling you closer but not pushing. He smells like mint and musk, clean and pleasant and thick in your mouth, moans falling off his tongue with whispers of your name.
Behind you, Kaveh takes his time to warm you up, hands rubbing over your rear, grabbing your ass, massaging both globes in his hands. He pulls them apart to look at your glistening cunt, fingers swiping over to make sure you’re ready.
He taps your clit a few times, watching with amusement as slick pools in your cunt in response. “Looks like you’re ready, baby. I’m gonna start.”
His hands smoothen against your back, and you obey immediately, arching for him.
“Good girl,” he remarks, pressing the tip against your wet hole, then teasing away, using it to tap your clit over and over, moving it back again.
“So nice and wet… all for me, huh?” He smirks. “Haven’t even fucked you yet, but you’re dripping over me already.”
You whine around Alhaitham’s cock, and he grips your hair tighter by the roots, panting.
“Ohh, oh fuck,” Kaveh moans as he slides himself into you, slowly, inch by inch, making sure you’re accommodating for him. “Your pussy’s swallowing me in, baby. Miss me that much?”
You nod as best you can, your spit rolling down Alhaitham’s cock, tongue lapping against him. Kaveh presses himself deeper in, bullying his cock into you, and you try your best to focus on Alhaitham, moving to use your hand and letting out a yelp as Kaveh bottoms out.
“Fuuck, Archons, missed this pussy so goddamn much.”
At Alhaitham’s gentle bequest of tapping your cheek, you move back to his member, swiping your tongue over the pretty pearl of pre-cum before wrapping your mouth over his length.
Kaveh sets a slow pace first, savoring the feeling of your walls. “You’re so tight, baby. Feels so good,” he mutters, his grip on your thighs is strong, fingertips pressing in, his pace getting faster, pushing and pulling your body as your mouth continues to suck Alhaitham’s cock.
“Oh,” Alhaitham holds your hair, keeping it out of your face as Kaveh moves you. The shared pace gives some sort of unity, a shared pleasure being controlled by each brutal press of Kaveh’s hips as he crowds around your back, softly kissing your shoulder in contrast.
“This pretty pussy loves me so much, doesn’t she?” Kaveh smiles, voice sweet and words dirty, listening to your muffled whines, his mind clouded by the pure arousal zipping through his veins. His fingers reach around to slip over your clit, and you choke audibly on Alhaitham’s cock, throat constricting in a way that makes him swear under his breath.
“Holy shit,” Alhaitham breathes, “this throat is almost as tight as that cunt of yours.” He smoothens his thumb at the imprint of his cock in your throat, watch as it bobs, eyes flitting back to your face as hot tears fall down your cheeks.
Kaveh laughs, lightheaded as he gets close, evident in the way his breaths quicken and his heart beats rapidly against your back. But to your surprise, he pulls out of you and grabs you by the throat, sliding you off Alhaitham’s cock and turning your head back for a kiss, his tongue swiping behind your teeth and over your tongue. He moves his hands to your thighs, your back pressed against his front, cock still hard. He lifts you easily up in the air and lines up your cunt to Alhaitham’s cock, dripping your own essence as well as his onto Alhaitham’s spit-slick member.
You’re manhandled in the air as Kaveh brings you down over Alhaitham slowly, blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance. Kaveh smirks as he watches both your reactions, Alhaitham’s mouth dropped in a pretty ‘o’, finally quiet for once in his life.
“Fuck, Kaveh,” Alhaitham’s pleasure is barely restrained, hot pants of air interrupting his words, “could you- be going- any slower?” He's barely inside of you, only about two inches in, but the way your slick and spit rolls down his cock has him gripping the sheets.
“Heh, what? Can’t take a little bit of denial?” Kaveh mocks, but obliges, dropping you down the last multiple inches all in one go, your hands reaching out for Alhaitham’s shoulders with a soft scream.
Alhaitham groans, chest rumbling as he grips your sore thighs, his own legs tensing as you cockwarm him, waiting patiently as Kaveh brings a finger to your other hole.
You lean into Alhaitham to give Kaveh more space, the cum you both shared earlier makes it easier for his finger to slide in, carefully opening you up before adding another finger.
“K-Kaveh!” you press your head into Alhaitham’s shoulder, and he holds you tight in his embrace as tears start to form again on your lower lash line.
“Shh, baby. It’ll feel good in just a moment. You know that, don’t you?” Alhaitham runs one hand in circles over your back, the other sliding between you both to tap on your clit lightly, distracting you as Kaveh continues to prep you. Alhaitham almost regrets his actions from the way your walls tighten around him, and then he regrets trying to reposition himself as he shifts inside of you, willing his aching cock to come back down.
“You gotta relax, okay?” Alhaitham opts to wrapping a hand around your neck instead, playing with the constriction there until you look at him all doe-eyed before letting go, inhaling sharply. Kaveh has three fingers inside of you now, and he decides that’s enough as he presses his lubed cock to your hole, the mushroom head sliding in slowly as both him and Alhaitham shush at you lovingly. You hiccup and sob into Alhaitham’s chest at the first inch, so full of them both.
"So much... don't know if it's gonna fit..."
"It'll fit, baby. Just trust us, mmkay?" Kaveh swipes your hair back to kiss your cheek.
“You’re gonna be stuffed with both of us in here, aren’t you, love?” Alhaitham’s soft voice accompanies his hands cupping your face as Kaveh bullies in another inch, whiny moans and swears filling the room.
“Archons, she’s tighter than ever,” Kaveh whispers, and Alhaitham gets it because Kaveh’s dick presses against your walls and your walls tighten around his own member. You don’t know how but you swear your body is making space for the two biggest cocks you’ve ever taken, your back arching as you start to beg Kaveh for more, more. The burn becomes addicting, your mind empty except for them, Alhaitham tensing inside of you, the rise and fall of his chest, Kaveh’s whispers of “just a little more” as he whimpers, his voice shaking as he bottoms out again.
“Baby. Baby, are you okay?” Kaveh asks as Alhaitham sits up again, his back against the wall, watching intently at your tear-streaked face nodding.
“Y-yeah, just- just wanna feel good.” Your hands go over both of theirs.
You think you might die, you think this might be the reason you’re alive, because Alhaitham nods at Kaveh once and they both start to move. You think you scream at times, you’re not sure, but you do know that Kaveh’s whines and Alhaitham’s groans join you. They fuck you at their own respective paces first, sometimes in sync and other times not. You are at times half empty and half full, but you definitely notice when they start to fuck you together, being split open by them, your body craving them the minute they leave and begging for more when they come back.
“It’s- ah- so good,” you tell them, hot breath ghosting over both sides of your body. Kaveh pulls your thighs wider, and you don’t know if it’s the heat or the arousal, but you are much more flexible than you remember.
And then they give you more, Alhaitham moves a hand to grab at your breast, thumb swiping over your nipple, watching the nub harden with each movement, your breasts jumping with each bounce over their laps. He helps Kaveh hold up one of your thighs so that the blonde can press a finger to your clit, and pleasure sparks, the coil of heat inside of you pulling taut.
“Fuck, baby, I feel you tightening around me.” Alhaitham pants. It’s so much more intense with both of them inside you, every squeeze of your cunt brings you all closer together, both their cocks pressing against each other through your thin walls.
“Gonna- oh- make you cum like this,” Kaveh gasps, “wanna feel you cum like this. It’s gonna- fuck- gonna be so tight, so good. Think you can be good for us, love?”
You nod erratically, bouncing over them, there’s so much stimulation, your core throbbing. You can’t even begin to speak, only whines and whimpers leaving your throat.
“Awh. This is what it takes to dumb you out, is it?” Alhaitham smirks despite not faring much better, the head of his cock nestled deep inside you, pace growing faster with each drop and pull of you. Hot arousal spikes through him at the realization that he hears no quip reply from you, your head lolling as you beg for “please, more, please, Haitham, Kaveh”, almost incoherent.
“Don’t worry, baby, you don’t hav’to think about a thing,” Kaveh’s words slur, “just gotta cum whenever you wanna, mmkay?”
You try to tell them you’re close, but you don’t have to. They can tell from the way you’re tightening around them, their hands working in tandem.
It’s like a shock fills your body, a loud whine that turns into a silent scream that leaves you as your whole body tenses and you release. Your only thought is of how full you are, their movements restricted but still riding you through with gritted teeth. They both want to stave off their own orgasms for the minutes your pussy tenses around them, but before long-
“Alhaitham,” Kaveh moans in need, and Alhaitham gets the message, forcing your body up and back down again despite the tight squeeze, and it’s so much stronger, has Kaveh reeling as he chases his own high.
“I’m cu-” Kaveh doesn’t get to finish before his jaw slackens and he spurts into you, painting the inside of you white and stuffing you full of cum, both watching and feeling as it drips down his cock with every squeeze of your tight ass, lengthening his own orgasm. It doesn’t all fit inside of you, but he makes it fit, fucking it back into you. His pretty voice praises you, whines as he kisses your cheek, telling you how good you are.
Alhaitham is only seconds away, groaning something that sounds like your name. His cockhead presses against your cervix as he cums, spilling as deep inside of you as possible. Your walls are still tense around him, your orgasm lasting throughout his as you milk his cock. “Fuck, baby, that’s right. Squeeze it all out of me,” he whispers, his hot load filling you up, more than he’s ever imagined.
You realize how warm their cum is inside of you as you relax in tandem with them, both your holes filled to the brim and dripping with their seed. Kaveh leans you down over Alhaitham to slowly. pull out first, gasping in overstimulation. He watches a glob of his cum drip out of your gaping hole. He knows he’s greedy as he catches it with his finger, pushing it back inside of you, watching as more of it drips out around his finger.
“S-sensitive,” you whine, “Kaveh, t-thought we were done…”
“Shh, just wanna play with you a little before I clean you up.”
Alhaitham groans above you both, your walls shivering with aftershocks around his still-softening cock. He feels the cum drip down from your ass to your pussy to his own cock, mingling with the slick you and him have created.
Kaveh runs his thumb over your rim before finally letting up, leaning you back on his own front for Alhaitham, kissing you softly.
Alhaitham does the same as Kaveh, sliding with care out of you, frothy white ring still present at the base of his cock. It’s dangerous, he thinks. Makes him possessive over you. He watches, too, at the cum that drips out with his cock, tapping on your clit experimentally only to see more of it slip out of you as your pussy tenses.
“How cute,” Alhaitham smiles sweetly, and Kaveh throws him a wet towel. Alhaitham thanks him with a nod, pressing your sensitive core, Kaveh hushing your whines with kisses between wiping down himself and Alhaitham.
The towels are discarded somewhere, you don’t know and you can’t bring yourself to care with how tired and spent you are, every inch of you aching. They lie down, finally, on either side of you, holding you and each other.
“Welcome home, Kaveh,” Alhaitham’s grumbly voice interrupts your thoughts, as he goes to kiss your forehead and then Kaveh’s.
“Thank you, my loves.” It’s the last thing you hear before you drift off to sleep.
-
It’s evening when you wake up next to a still-sleeping Kaveh, blonde hair caressing his face, his cheek squished against the pillow. He looks angelic in the night. He slowly blinks his eyes open, smiling at seeing you next to him.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
You giggle. “It’s 6PM, babe.”
He rubs his face. “Ohh. Ah, yes, that makes sense.”
You both hear plates being set in the dining room, cutlery clanking against each other and onto a wooden table.
“Archons, he’s not quiet at all,” Kaveh laughs, sitting up and throwing you the first shirt he sees (it happens to be his) and grabbing a set of clothing for himself (it’s Alhaitham’s).
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, kissing the back of his neck. “Shall we?”
Kaveh smiles mischievously, grabbing behind your thighs and picking you up on his back as you yelp, having to awkwardly open the door for him as he beckons for Alhaitham at the table.
“Ah, you’re both finally awake.”
“Did you even sleep?!”
“Yes.”
“If you were asleep, how’d you make dinner?” You ask in a mocking, smartass tone. Kaveh wiggles his eyebrows at Alhaitham.
“Yeah! That timeline doesn’t work at all!”
Alhaitham sighs as if in frustration, but his smile betrays him, “Just sit down and get ready to eat already, won’t you both?”
You look around as you sit and notice that Alhaitham is wearing Kaveh’s trousers.
“Is it just my clothing that’s not being worn right now?”
“If I recall correctly, you didn’t have clothing on when we started,” Kaveh teases.
“Ah!” Kaveh and you enjoy the moment, only to be added with Alhaitham’s presence and the stunning food he brings in his hands.
“A few sharing dishes, since I figured we were all hungry.”
“I think I’m in love with you.” Kaveh wraps a hand around Alhaitham’s wrist, kissing the inside of it.
“I definitely love you.” You tell him, and as you all dig in, there’s a unanimous feeling that… everything is as it should be. Everything is right, and good.
It’s too good, and yet it’s true. The reality is, all three of you have found family and love too.
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