Share a bed but MC is already dating them and at first it's normal couple stuff and sleeping (ish), BUT perhaps,, it might become NSFW? (We know who the man is ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))
Share a bed with NXX: (NSFW Edition)
See the (somewhat) SFW edition here
I've gotten multiples of this ask, but I'm taking this as it has one extra condition of them already dating
I never forgot this I swear....*looks at the bajillions of drafted asks in my Drafts box*
And yes we all know who the man is. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
This man turned out to be a bit wholesome this time wtf. Self-indulgent smut hooo
Luke
The last time you had to share a room with your ex-best friend--now boyfriend--for a mission, they gave you a queen-sized bed instead of two separate single beds.
Now that the both of you are now an item, and finally amenable to sharing a bed, nothing could go wrong, right?
Right?
Wrong.
For right in front of you, displayed and fluffed up in all its glory right smack into the middle of the room, is one single-sized bed.
Luke groaned. "And here I was, all excited to hit the hay after all the running around we've done." He checked the time on his smartphone. "It's much too late to ask for another room..."
Your lips curl into an exasperated, tired smile, too tired to even complain or throw some comforting words his way. You are very tired, and you just want to dive into bed and maybe take a bath first thing tomorrow morning instead, but...
"There's no way we can fit in there without one of us falling off," you note wryly, your empirical data pulled from your shared childhood memories with Luke.
Either of you would climb into the other's bed, unbidden, to share stories, dreams or plans--plans that would prove themselves not happening in such a spectacular fashion--only to wake up the next morning with one of you sprawled on the carpeted floor (usually you), the victor's leg (usually Luke) poking over the edge of the bed.
Luke, despite his tiredness, had to laugh. "Yeesh. I'm still sorry for all those times, and its been, what? Ages ago?"
"Ugh, don't remind me."
He scratches his head as he surveys the room. "Why don't you go ahead and wash up? I'll try to see what I can do, okay?"
"You sure you don't need me helping?"
"Just you out of my hair for a bit is enough help already," Luke says, trying to send you off with a kiss on the forehead. "Now, shoo."
You stomp off with a hmph. "Fine, I'll run along now if I'm so useless."
Three steps towards the bathroom and you feel the world turn.
Your back slams rather inelegantly onto something soft.
The bed. You find yourself on the bed. Just two seconds ago you were making your way towards the bathroom in a fit of mock misgiving, just to playfully push Luke's buttons, and it gets you a magnificent slam onto the bed.
You don't exactly know what just happened, except for maybe that slight pull on your arm and something hooking one of your legs the split-second before you ended up prone on the sheets--and Luke is now straddling you, his face dangerously close to yours.
"I'm sorry, but I really need things done quick so we can rest up, okay?" he whispers, his voice oddly low. You notice that there is something profoundly different in his eyes now, his usually clear, bright, cheerful vermillions now clouded over with a certain haze. "I'm a bit loopy when tired, Watson."
He dips in for a slow kiss that melts you into putty in his arms. "You know that, don't you?"
===
After that short yet persuasive demonstration of why you should give Luke a wide berth while he figures out what to do with the bed situation, you step into the shower to get it over and done with.
The soonest you can hit the bed for the much needed snooze, the better.
And when you step out of the bathroom, you find that there wasn't really anything different from before you took your shower: The bed is still single sized; there is nothing pulled beside it to extend the bedspace.
All that changed was that instead of the bed being placed in the middle of the room, it is now pushed flush against a wall.
Luke is lying on the bed, his arms folded underneath his head. "You done, Watson?"
"Um. Yeah."
With a grunt Luke sits up and makes a big yawn. "My turn then," he says. "Well, go ahead and lie down....that's as much as I can do for now," he grins sheepishly.
"I'm sorry...all I was able to do is at least push the bed to the wall. So if you sleep on the side next to the wall, there's no chances of you falling off and probably risk a concussion, yeah?"
You sigh. Typical of Luke to forgo comfort for the sake of over-the-top safety. "Yes, yes of course," you murmur, too tired to even argue.
"Off you go to bed then," Luke says as he drops a kiss on your forehead on his way to the bath. "Go ahead and sleep ahead of me, just make sure to lie down against the wall to make room for your Sherlock?"
You don't need to be told twice. As soon as your head hits the pillow, you're off to dreamland.
===
"Mmph. Hahh--"
Soft, panting sounds fill your ears.
You were dreaming a moment ago, something about Luke and tangerines, but your eyes now flutter open, staring into the darkness--you realize that you have been sleeping lying on your side, facing the wall.
And you can feel Luke's familiar weight pressed against your back, which was fine, given the single-sized bed situation...Yet.
His breaths, hot against your bare neck. His soft groans, whispers of your name flit into your ears unbidden.
"Nnh--"
You feel a hand lightly brush your breast. Luke's breath hitches for a bit as he softly cups your swell, as if careful not to wake you up.
Then you feel something hard poking at your ass. You're wearing your nightclothes, but what you're feeling is unmistakable: Luke's erection is pressed against you.
Is he...is he touching himself?
Luke's moans gradually become more urgent, his breathing picking up its pace. You realize he's almost there, and if you want to be in on the action, you need to do it now...
You pretend to turn in your sleep so that you face Luke--your movement startles him--and without giving him time to react you shimmy over to his bared cock, bending over enough to lick its tip wet with precum glistening in the dim moonlight.
He gasps at the sight of you awake. "I'm--"
You prise off his hand that was jerking himself off to make room for your own.
Taking his hard length eagerly, your head bobs up and down as the shaft slowly disappears into your mouth, and eventually his tip hits the back of your throat sending tears rolling down your cheeks.
"Shit, oh damn, that--hahh--feels so good I--I'm sorry--"
You would tell him it's okay, but your mouth is too full of his cock to say anything intelligible.
Your tongue slides against his twitching member inside your mouth--Luke tastes a little bit of salt, and smells like the soap that the both of you have shared from the earlier shower.
"Oh god, I'm--" Luke moans, his hand somehow slipping underneath your nightshirt and thumbing aside the crotch of your panties, now wet with your slick.
The entire affair turns you on so much that you do not notice how much of your spit has pooled at the base of his cock. That you do not notice how lewd the sounds you make are--slurping, moaning sounds--and all you can think about is making him spill inside your throat--
Two fingers plunge into you, as retaliation for the glorious head that you are giving him. Distracted, your mouth lets go of Luke's cock momentarily as you throw your head back and sigh deeply in pleasure--he knows exactly where to curl his fingertips against inside you...
(One of the first things you did together as an intimate couple was to explore each other's sensitive spots. You have shut yourselves in his room, supplied with nothing but convenience store food and drink, a box of condoms; all to sustain an almost day-long exploration of each other's bodies and erogenous spots like a smuttier version of two curious children learning about each other's body parts)
"Don't stop. Please." Luke's free hand finds its way onto the top of your head, pushing your head back down for him to fuck your mouth as he holds your head in place.
You were just about to start chasing your own pleasure, but Luke, overcome with lust and the exquisite sensations you have been giving him, spills his seed into your mouth with a groan so deep and so feral you wonder if it is indeed his voice.
"Hahh--hah--damn it, Rosa, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it--" Luke panted, still not off his high. "Let me--"
Having swallowed his come, you make a show of licking the white streaks that have dripped onto your fingers.
"I'm not yet done, Luke," you moan as you sit up, his fingers still deep in your pussy. "What are you going to do about it?"
"..."
"This." Luke pushes himself upright and lunges at your hips to devour your slit with his mouth, his expert fingers still fucking you.
It's going to be a long night.
===
"I don't feel like I even slept," you groan as you try to shovel a forkful of chocolate-banana crepe into your mouth, eyes bleary with lack of sleep.
"Haha. Uhm. I'm sorry," Luke looks down onto his own plate, laden with sausage and eggs. "Shouldn't have done that."
"If Vyn and Artem gets on our case for not doing our bit I will tell them it's because they partnered us up--"
This gets Luke riled up. "No!" His voice is loud enough to get the attention of the occupants on the nearby tables.
He notices his lapse, so Luke whispers, "I mean, no, I don't want you partnered with others...Vyn especially..."
"Just kidding, Luke." You grin at him as you reach a hand out to briefly hold his over the table. "We'll cross the bridge when we get there.
Marius
"Marius. Von. Hagen."
"Missy~"
You tug at the rope binding your hands to your back. "I believe time is up. I'm getting uncomfortable here."
You move your prone body on the lush king-sized bed, trying to find a more comfortable position, but Marius effectively pins your body in place, underneath him. Cheeky brat.
One of his hands hover above the knot that binds your wrists. "Let me tell you a secret," he purrs. "The more you struggle, the more the ropes will bite at your skin. So relaaaaax."
Despite your misgivings you try to stop struggling as Marius as suggested. And true enough, the knot has loosened to a more comfortable fit, but not loose enough to slip free.
You sigh. "Marius, please," you try to appeal to his more reasonable side. "I did accept your proposal, but when I told you I'd be your girlfriend I didn't sign up for bondage play."
"But Missy," Marius whispers directly to your ear, his breath tantalizingly hot on your skin, "bondage is an art. And our relationship should be defined by art."
"Goddamnit," you moan into the bed. "I just wanted to relax, Marius. Tomorrow is supposed to be a busy day for us gathering intel."
(Backtracking a little bit: Marius came to you with a rather interesting book that he claimed he found in Vyn's study: A Linguistic Approach to Erotic Rope Bondage. He told you outright that he wanted to do some of the bondage scenes described in the book, all in lurid detail. Which, of course, you promptly declined, having a good head over your shoulders. Marius had dropped the subject until the both of you were tasked to an overseas trip and, to your chagrin you discover that he brought Vyn's book along with him)
"But there's a fair bit of rope unused, Missy~" Marius shows you the remaining length of red silken rope coiled around his hands. "Come on. Let's just have a bit of fun." He licks your ear, sending electric sensations down your spine and into your nethers.
"Not like this--ah!" You feel Marius slipping your underwear off your legs, your sex now exposed for Marius von Hagen's exclusive pleasure.
"Missy, you really do look like a work of art," Marius murmured as he lets his fingers roam your inner thighs. "Feel good?"
You want to tell him off; to stop messing around and undo the ropes around your hands; but Marius's fingers just feel so damn good when caressing your skin that you don't want him to stop...but you say nothing and refuse to reply.
You do not want him to think that he is winning, that he is gaining the upper hand...
Not waiting for your reply, he then gently nudges you to lie on your stomach. Slowly he spreads your thighs as wide as they can; you could imagine your small hole puckering wide open for him...
Marius sighs, as if beholding a beautiful painting. "Look at that. All wet for me."
A tentative touch on your clit sends you writhing, and a moan escapes your lips. "Marius...!"
"Yeess, Missy?"
A fingertip dips slightly inside, gathering wetness, then massages your clit. Oh shit, you bite back your moans yet you could barely stop your hips from grinding against the hand nudging you towards orgasm.
"You want this, Missy?" Marius purrs as he plunges two fingers inside you, never letting up his flicking on your clitoris.
"Hahh--Marius, I'll get your for this..."
His lopsided grin tells you how much enjoyment he's been having with you so far.
"Well, if Missy doesn't like what I've been doing..." Marius removes his hands, now sitting back on his haunches as he stares at your prone figure. "Then I really should just stop, shouldn't I?"
"!!"
You have no words, but stopping abruptly, cold turkey, just when you were about to... "Fucking hell, Marius von Hagen," a strong curse word escapes your lips; so uncharacteristic of his favorite Missy Lawyer that even Marius had to raise an eyebrow at you.
"Why the fuck did you stop like that?"
Marius puts on his little brother act. "Missy~ you just told me to stop..."
"But not now when I'm so close!"
Marius smiles coyly. "I can give it to you, but you'll have to beg me for it."
"Marius. Von. Hagen." Your voice now gains an edge. It may, or may not mean, that you would hit Marius's face as soon as he frees you from the rope. "If you don't...if you don't finish what you started...."
"Heh. Finish what, Missy?" To the surprise of no one Marius now sounds a bit like his tutor, a chilly, almost condescending leer shadowing his face. "Finish exactly what?"
"Whatever it is that you started," you mutter, still not comfortable enough around him to speak aloud of sex acts so explicitly.
"Whatever it is huh..."
With a twisted grin, Marius then makes a show of stretching the coil of unused rope with his hands. "Let's go."
"Wait, that's not what I...!"
"Relaaaaax," Marius murmured as he starts working on your left leg. "Like I said, if you relax, this wouldn't hurt." He then makes a tie around your left ankle, then gently bends your left leg to bring your ankle with the tie as close to the lower thigh as he could without making it uncomfortable for you.
With deft fingers Marius then spirals the cord along your bent leg to secure it in place.
He repeats the process with your right leg.
"Mhm. You really look so very erotic this way, Missy," Marius breathes as he licks his lips. "Can't wait to fuck you silly."
"Marius," you groan as you subconsciously try to strain against your restraints. "Please."
"Please what?" Marius passively looks at you, all tied up in such a way that your sex is open and exposed only for him, and him alone. "You better tell me Missy, or I'm not going to give it to you..."
"Just..just fuck me, okay?!" you moan out loud.
Marius's form looms over you, his amethysts glittering as he starts to devour you whole.
And the last thought that comes to your mind, before Marius starts fucking you silly that you can't even think straight, is that once you get back you are going to make sure to give Dr. Richter a huge piece of your mind.
Artem
"I can't believe Celestine set us up. With this. Again." Artem massaged his temples. "I'm sorry. I--"
Like the last time you were sent on an intel gathering mission out of town, Artem had made arrangements to book two separate rooms--despite the both of you being a couple already--but you, thinking the idea quite silly, have modified the reservations behind his back into a single room with one queen sized bed.
Because.
"Celestine set us up with what, Artem?" you ask innocently, as if you have no idea about what he is talking about.
"With a single bed. That we have to share. Again." He says it as if it was the most repugnant thing that he has seen recently, and you now actually take offense at it.
You purse your lips. "Is it that much of a bad idea, Artem, love?" You make sure to emphasize the last word, as if to remind of your newly-minted status as a couple.
Artem clears his throat. "Ahem. Well. Ah. I don't...I don't think it is professional to--"
"Artem, dear," you remind him. "Since we already are a couple, we're already way past the threshold of worrying about professionalism. You proposed to me. I accepted. We are now a couple."
"Yes, that we are..." Artem's voice trails off.
You now face him squarely, hands on your hips. "Are we really going to dance around the fact that we will eventually be intimate with each other, Artem?" You then put on a hurt face to make whatever you say next more convincing: "Or is the only time you would hold me is when you're drunk, like that last time?"
Artem pales at your words. "N-no, it's not like that, I--"
"Am I...am I desirable to you only when you are drunk?"
"No, dear, I--" Artem finds himself at a loss for words. "Please don't take offense...okay, I won't make changes to our accommodations..."
You inwardly smile at the successful deployment of your trap.
===
"Good night, Artem."
"Good night, love."
In the darkness you could feel him fidget nervously, clearly not knowing what to do. It's quite unfortunate, really, that all that dashing and suave confidence that propelled him to the top of his profession just flies out the door when intimacy with you is concerned.
Except when he is drunk, that is. You inwardly sigh. Would be nice if he could...look at me with the same intensity that he exudes whenever he is at court...
Then again, maybe all he needs is a little push?
Yes. That indeed may be it.
"Artem," you whisper. "Are you still awake?"
It takes him a few seconds to answer, as if trying to decide whether or not to let you know that he is, indeed, awake.
"Yes."
Upon that confirmation you roll closer to him, deliberately tangling your limbs with his. You feel his breath hitch as you place your head on his shoulder. "Artem," you whisper. "I want you."
From your vantage point, you are so close to his throat that you could see it when he nervously swallows.
"Don't you want me?" You coo softly, your fingers flitting to the buttons of his shirt. "I want you, you know. Ever since..." You lean over for a kiss. "Ever since I've seen you alone in your office, and your top buttons undone, tie loose...god you were so sexy back then."
"...Really?" Artem sounds unsure, as if not believing that he is, in fact, sexy. Poor man. Out of his element when not at work.
"Well, if you're not going to believe me when I just say it, let me do a little demonstration how much I want you..." You playfully lick his ear, relishing the fact that it sends goose bumps across his skin.
Your fingers quickly undo his buttons, parting his shirt as soon as you are done with them.
Artem gasps at your touch on the bare skin of his torso. Looking at his face, you fancy you could see a fierce blush bloom from his neck ending at the tips of his ears...if only there was enough light to let you see colors.
Smiling, you trail kisses from his throat, down to his chest...and in a fit of impulse you capture a nipple between your lips, lightly sucking on it. You relish the fact that this sends him shivering, confirming that this is one of his erogenous spots. You file this newfound knowledge into the back of your mind.
"Do you like it when I do this, Artem?" you whisper as you lick the fingertips of your index and middle fingers, using the wettened digits to tease his other nipple that is left unattended.
Artem hissed. From your peripheral vision, aided by moonlight pouring through the window, you see his hand gripping the sheets.
So far, so good.
You then let your fingers flit to the tent forming at the crotch area of his pants, slowly caressing it. "Can I tell you something, Artem?"
"W-what." He sounds like he is repressing his moans, judging by how strangled that single word came out.
"First off, it's okay to moan, okay?" you pout in the darkness. "I'd really like it when you let me know you're liking whatever I've been doing to you. You know?"
"O-okay. I'll...try."
"And..." you let your hand slip underneath the garter of his pajamas, reaching for his erect length straining against the fabric of his underwear. "I'm really glad that I'm the one taking your first time, Artem."
Artem gasped, a bit loudly this time. And, to your surprise, he finally initiates a kiss--he gently touches your face and with the same hand guides your face to his. Tongues entwine and slide against each other within your locked lips.
He moans into your mouth, and in the moonlight you could see that his pupils are beautifully blown wide with need.
The sight has you turned on immensely that you decide to delay no further.
"Artem," you breathe directly into his ear. "Could you take off your pajamas and underwear for me?"
Again, the nervous swallowing. "Y-yes."
He kicks them off his ankles as instructed; Artem was about to reach for you when you gently push him back again onto the pillows. "Just lie back there, and watch, okay?"
"What are you going to do?"
"You'll see," you smile coyly as you slowly strip off your short nightdress, revealing your bare breasts. Holding his gaze with your own you slide your panties down your thighs.
"Before that, though...Have you touched a naked woman before, Artem?"
He shook his head. Of course not.
You then take one of his hands and place it on one of your breasts. "Want to touch me? Anywhere is fine...just be gentle..."
In no time you feel his large hands roam your body; he feels the heft, the swell of your breasts; running his palms across your taut nipples, sending sparks of electric sensations throughout your body.
He seems shy about touching your pussy, though, so you capture one of his hands by the wrists and guide his fingers to your slit.
You hear him do a sharp intake of breath.
"Artem, you got to work me up a little first so I get wet, okay?" You start grinding against his hand. "Do you want me to show you how it's done?"
But before you could start guiding him, Artem slips in two fingers inside you, letting his thumb flicking at your clit. As if he was experienced.
"Oh--damn...Artem, I thought you haven't touched a woman before," you moan. "How come you know how to--?"
He clears his throat. "Porn.
"I watch porn."
===
Then somehow, an hour later you still find yourself being railed hard and fast by Artem--it took him a bit of guidance, but as soon as he got used to the movements Artem's fucking turns out to be as precise and efficient as he worked: hard, steady, and relentless.
"Oh--oh god, Artem, yes, you're actually--"
You remember that this is the man who spends hours watching movies in his spare time. Of course he would also turn to videos for...education. How silly of you to assume that he wouldn't watch porn in the privacy of his own home.
He pulls you closer by your thighs, sliding your body impossibly close to his.
"There is a position that I want to try out, if I can. Is it alright?" He murmurs as he aims his still erect cock at your now thoroughly fucked entrance.
"What position?"
Artem clears his throat. "Mating press," he says, voice quite bashful.
"Oh, goddamn," you groan, a loopy, fucked-out grin on your face.
Vyn
The both of you settle in the room that Vyn had booked for your latest weekend getaway.
Of course, the room has one queen-sized bed, deliberately specified in the reservation as the both of you are now lovers.
You smile at the memory of you and Vyn--still Dr. Richter to you back then--being forced to share a single bed. He was so worried about you, that he basically offered a short session to set boundaries...
The fond memory has you giggling.
"Stellin for your thoughts, pet?" Vyn murmurs as he nuzzles your neck.
He had just finished putting away your luggage; both of you are now sharing a moment of companionable silence sitting on the bed, relaxing after a 6-hour long trip.
"I was just thinking about that time when we were forced to share a bed," you said. "I remember you offering a session to set boundaries."
"And yet you refused."
"Yeah. Well, I trusted you," you tell him as you plant a chaste kiss on his cheek.
You see a flash of mischief cross his face. "Can I tell you a little secret?" Vyn's amber-gold eyes glimmered. "About that night."
"Hmm?" This piques your interest. Anything that Vyn tells you usually do. "What is it?"
"You refused to set boundaries, so I pushed what I could," Vyn admitted.
He plants his palms onto your thighs, leaning forward towards you. "Do you want me to give you a demonstration of what it is exactly that I did?" He whispers as he captures your lips with his. "On that night?"
You sigh at Vyn's rather forward approach. "Don't tell me that you actually had your merry way with me? Not that I'd be upset." You laugh softly. "So, what did you do, exactly?"
"Lie down first, as if you are sleeping," Vyn instructs you, his voice now low and sultry.
You comply, and even close your eyes for good measure.
"Good girl," he croons in that honeyed voice of his that never fails to make your nethers wet. "You see, I waited until you were in REM sleep." He lies down on his side his body flush against yours.
"And when you were in REM sleep, I...did a magic trick. I made a wish."
"I told your sleeping self that you were beautiful. That I wished you would look at me the way I look at you." Vyn then plants a soft kiss on your lips. "I told you that I love you.
"It was a hit or miss whether or not my words and touches would enter your dream," he said as he reaches out to hold your hand. "But you are here with me now, so I suppose it worked."
His confession blows you away. You never imagined Vyn would have pulled something that romantic in such an early stage of your friendly relationship back then.
You feel giddy, like a schoolgirl, a blush forming on your cheeks.
Vyn does not miss this. "You like the idea?" he said in jest. "I cannot help it. I was very much head over heels in love with you..." He dips in for a languorous kiss, his tongue slipping past your trembling, excited lips. "You would be the death of me someday. Not that I mind."'
===
After spending an hour or so resting in bed, Vyn suddenly remembers something and rummages through his luggage to retrieve it.
"I have found something interesting in the bookshop the other day while preparing for our trip," he says, and he hands you a rectangular booklet, much like a checkbook.
You take a look at it. "Favor Coupons," you read the print of the cover out loud. The design of the booklet are embellished with flowers and other motifs that one would usually find on items marketed towards younger girls.
"Apparently, these are coupons that...friends use amongst each other. A gift certificate, if you will, for favors of the recipients own choosing."
Sure enough, upon opening the booklet you find a pad of thick paper printed with blanks to put in the name of the recipient, and the nature of the favor being asked.
"Why are you showing me this, Vyn?"
He gingerly takes the booklet from your fingers and rips out three pages. He then hands you the three coupons.
"I am hereby giving you three favors that you can ask from me tonight," he smiles quite mischievously, a rare smile that you realize he only shares with you.
"Only three huh..."
"Because, pet, I am a finite resource. There is only so much of me that can go around at any given time."
You giggle at this remark, imagining Vyn as a resource that has to be shared and rationed out.
"You are my most precious, treasured friend. My lover." He smiles at you, as if truly meaning every word. "I am doing this, only for you."
"Thank you, Vyn. I really do appreciate it."
"Well, think about the three favors you'd like me to grant you tonight." His smile is nothing short of beatific, but you know, based on your knowledge of what makes Vyn tick so far, that beneath that angelic smile is a certain devilish side to him.
===
"So, are these now filled out?"
"Yup!" You hand him the coupons, now filled out.
Vyn adjusts his glasses as he peers at your handwriting on the coupons. "So first one is...me winking?
He looks up at you to confirm. "You'd like to see me wink?"
"Yes. I remember you winking at me when you invited me to your place to share each other's secrets. I always thought it was the cheekiest thing you've done for the entire time we've known each other, Vyn. Imagine the effect of your winking on me when we were still not yet together."
"Hmm. I am afraid I do not remember the exact moment, it probably was an offhanded gesture. But." Vyn's grin is practically ear-to-ear, as if the favor asked has tickled his fancy immensely. "With glasses or without?"
"Can I have both flavors?"
"Haha. Of course, my lady." He then looks at you in the eye, still with his glasses on and, along with a coy curving of his lips he performs a wink so sultry it sends you inwardly melting into a puddle. Goddamn it! Critical hit!
"Oh my god," you say as you cover your face with your hands, trying to hide your blush in vain. "That was glorious. If that is the last thing I'd see before I'd die, I'd die happy."
Vyn softly laughs at this.
"The one without glasses then," Vyn takes off his glasses for you and, with his lips curved in a slightly twisted smile--as if he is suppressing a laugh--and winks at you. This time the wink looks rather rakish, one that you would expect from someone typecast as a playboy.
You bite your lips to suppress a squeal. For someone who is already Vyn's lover, you sure are acting like a groupie.
"And that is it for your first favor. The second is..." Vyn's brow furrow at seeing the favor written on the second coupon. "A picture of me winking?"
"Yes!"
"Hmm. You could have added that to your first favor you know, I wouldn't have minded."
"That's fine, Vyn. Actually I wasn't able to think of what third favor I would ask of you, so I wrote that in instead."
"Okay then...with glasses or without?"
"Without this time, since it's a sight that isn't usually seen."
Chuckling to himself, probably amused at the favors you have been asking of him so far, he once again removes his glasses.
You take out your phone, camera app at the ready.
He then licks his lips, and winks at the lens of your phone camera.
The camera shutter sound sets off, and you quickly review the picture that you have taken.
You gasp. It was the same rakish wink as before, with just a tiny bit of his tongue poking out of the corner of his smiling lips.
It is incredibly sexy. You hug your phone close to your heart and say "Lord, thank you for this food."
Vyn now lets himself laugh out loud. "I am here. What more can you ask for?"
"Well..." you blush. "There's the the third wish..."
"Hmm," Vyn hums as he reads the handwritten wish. Then his delectable lips make an "o".
"...interesting," is the only thing that he says.
===
"Wrong. Again."
A sound of a palm striking naked flesh.
"I will keep on asking this until you have answered correctly. What does high levels of bilirubin signify? Such an elementary question should be easy for you. I am rather disappointed that you cannot answer this outright."
Vyn is sitting on the bed, dressed in more formal clothing with his waistcoat and tie.
Draped over his thighs, is you. You are almost fully naked; with only a bra and nothing else on your person.
Your ass is red, marked by Vyn's hands as he spanks you for every wrong answer you give in his mini general science quiz. And for every time he just feels like it.
This is your third wish, a little roleplay with him as a strict teacher and you as his academically-challenged student.
"Is it...something about the liver?" you hazard a guess, based on the routine bloodwork you had done as part of your annual medical exams."
Slap.
"Ah!"
"That is too general," Vyn says in a terse voice. "We are not getting anywhere here, pet. Do you even read the required material I have been giving you every week? To think that I put much thought on your study material, only to be neglected."
Slap.
"Nnn--ah! I'm sorry," you moan out loud. "I promise I'd study--"
Slap! Vyn's hand comes down harder this time. "How many times have I heard you say that? Your promises serve to do nothing but upset me."
Slap!
The play arouses you so much your sex is practically drooling over the fabric of his pants.
Which, unfortunately, Vyn also notices.
"Ah. My trousers are now soiled." He notes with clear distaste in his voice. "What are you going to do about this?"
You gulp. What is indeed a good answer to that?
You feel Vyn shift, bending over towards you and in a stage whisper, says "Love, I am...turned on too much at this point," his voice, unlike the strict teacher voice that he has put on in his performance for you, comes out strangled with need.
"Can I do you now?"
You turn to look at his amber-gold eyes clouded with lust; a very rare pink flush coloring his cheeks.
"Yes. Fuck me, please."
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And, of course, fucking with Vyn Richter means that you have to be restrained in some fashion or another. There is no time to get creative, however, as the little roleplay you requested of him turns him on so much all he could do is to slip off his necktie and tie your hands over your head.
"Ah--god, Vyn--ah!" you moan as he thrusts hard into you, your legs propped onto his shoulders to give his cock better access into the deepest parts of you.
You could not even speak intelligibly; your insides are being stirred so much that everything is muddled, coalescing into a glorious mixture of pleasure, a slight bit of pain as his fingers dig into your thighs, and the lewd sounds of your lovemaking.
Eventually he bites into your shin, his come flooding your insides white. "Hahh--oh damn."
He has barely recovered from his orgasm when the both of you notice that you are somehow...wet. Wetter than usual. Like water had been splashed on you, apart from your lover's come.
You blink, having regained senses from your own orgasm yourself.
"What happened?" you murmur as your hand wipes the mysterious wetness pooling on your stomach.
Vyn gently lowers your legs onto the bed.
"Love," he asks. "Did you...squirt?"
