men that worship you,who treat you like you're so fragile,constantly praising and admiring how beautiful ur body is, begging if they can just touch you, begging if they can just plunge deep in u.
men that do anything you want,any position,any k1nk,f4tish: he doesn't mind, he just wants to please u<3,,
men that gets needy when you don't let him hold your hand. breathing heavily as you bounce so good on his cock, jerking his hips up just to get deeper in you,his desperate whimpers escaping his throat as your hole squeezes him so well. he was in a daze,how could've he deserve such a beautiful prize like you?
men that just can't get enough of you, subconsciously going rougher when he's inside you, fingers intertwining as you moan out his name. he's such a good boy,just let him c4m inside u!! he'd be blabbering and thanking you constantly,he's so pathetic it's adorable,isn't it?
men that wants you to himself,who gets jealous when he sees you getting too comfortable with someone else, he'll just need you to drag him somewhere secluded where you let him fuck you until he forgets about everything that ever got him so frustrated ,,
“h—..hmff~ shit- darling..~ you feel so good around my cock-..t-too good~” he'd whine helplessly as he pushes himself inside you,gosh, you're just too pretty for him.
Hihihi hello Dianaa!!! Wanted to start of by saying I really love every single post you have!! I admire your creativity so much and also I'm glad you're feeling better!! <3
I would appreciate a post with ideas on what we could be in a Genshin dr!! Please and thank you so much 💕💕
thank you so much, dear! and thank you for this beautiful request; i really, really enjoy making posts like this! i hope i understood everything correctly, let me know if not!
︵ things you can be : in a genshin reality ♡
♡ human : pursue any normal occupation (blacksmith, scholar, merchant), and potentially receive a vision from the gods if your ambition burns brightly enough. you are bound by normal physical limits and a standard human lifespan. might not be so different from this reality, but you will experience the beauty of teyvat regardless, and possibly live a happier life.
♡ adeptus : enjoy an incredibly long, near-immortal lifespan. you possess innate magical abilities independent of a vision, such as sigil magic, sub-space creation (building your own pocket realms like the serenitea pot), and shape-shifting between a human form and an animal/mythical beast form.
♡ elf (like klee or alice) : watch generations pass while retaining a youthful appearance. this species lets you accumulate vast amounts of knowledge over hundreds of years, making it perfect if you want to explore the knowledge and lore of teyvat and do researches to your liking. additionally, if you start as a child, you can enjoy a long childhood.
♡ melusine : see things invisible to normal human eyes, such as hidden residues, emotions, or truths behind crime scenes. you can breathe effortlessly underwater, swim at incredible speeds, and comfortably navigate fontaine's underwater ecosystems. also, you are to be a "child" of neuvillette himself!
♡ knights of favonius : patrol the woods, manage city logistics, study ancient texts with the librarians, or join long-term wilderness expeditions. it offers a relatively relaxed, community-focused lifestyle compared to other military factions. also, you get to serve under, or even as the grandmaster!
♡ liyue qixing : work directly under the seven merchant leaders on massive trade deals, enforce commercial law, or serve in the millelith guarding the borders, chasm, and trade routes from monsters and treasure hoarders. or just be one of the qixing, your choice.
♡ adventurers' guild : travel completely freely between nations without political problems. you can pick up daily commissions, map ruins, hunt down monsters, and claim rewards from katheryne in any major city. it is the best choice if you don't want to be tied down to one region's laws.
♡ the fatui : work within a strict hierarchy using advanced snezhnayan technology. If you are an operative, you get access to a delusion. you can be deployed on espionage missions, diplomatic assignments, or tactical strikes across teyvat. you can choose to be a harbinger or work under your favorite harbinger(s).
♡ akademiya : spend your time researching ley lines, ancient languages, biomechanics, or astronomy. you can participate in field research across the sumeru desert and rainforests, draft academic papers, use the akasha system for information retrieval, or work as a matra enforcing academic law.
♡ dragon : exercise absolute authority over your respective element without a vision. you can directly control regional weather, manipulate the primal, unaligned light element, and ignore the laws of celestia. includes vishaps and sovereigns.
♡ khaenri'ahn : if you are a pure-blood (like dainsleif), you are entirely immune to the transformation curse but carry an agonizing immortality. you can tap into the abyss if you want or use non-elemental combat arts.
♡ aranara : move effortlessly through the dreamscape (vanarana), alter memories of mortals, and travel hidden paths unavailable to humans. your power relies heavily on song, dreams, and memories.
♡ hexenzirkel : engage in "world-scale" magic. you can peer into the world's future, write books, and have tea parties with the witches. you operate completely outside the jurisdictions of the seven archons.
♡ abyss order : wield abyssal energy. you can command hordes of hilichurls, open spatial rifts to teleport anywhere instantly, and work on magic designed to corrupt the land's ley lines or divine statues. you serve under the abyss sibling.
♡ descender : you possess absolute immunity to irminsul manipulation. if history or reality is rewritten by the world tree, your memories remain perfectly intact. you can harness multiple elements simultaneously without a vision or delusion, and your presence alone has the potential to alter the fate of entire nations because you are not bound by the "constellations" of teyvat.
♡ five sinners of khaenri'ah : wield powers capable of rivaling gods. you can gaze into the false sky, manipulate abyssal energy, or direct grand geopolitical schemes across centuries from the dark corners of the world.
♡ four shades : have fundamental authority over the fabric of existence. your power is absolute, existing on a tier far above the seven archons. you are one of the "shades" cast by the heavenly principles, embodying a concept.
do you have any thirst hcs for grandpapi neuvi? if you do pls share i’m so hungry 🤲
hydro dragonussy [m.reader]
hello hello, guess who’s back to writing again? this is a warmup because i struggled hard in continuing my kaveh request wip and a buncha scenarios for sick reader w genshin men and jing yuan all at once. on second thought… i think i really shouldn’t have written everything all at once. not to mention i’m trying out quotev to publish my yandere oc/m.reader stuff for fun. + yes that is the title. it’s either that or crybaby old man dragon thirsts. you pick.
𖦹 nsfw, neuvi is a virgin old man, underlying mentions of reader being an attorney (we all know i have a bias for them anyway, have you seen my workload series? lmao), switch male reader, switch neuvi, though we’re heavily leaning on bottom neuvi for this one, honorable mentions of cockwarming and thigh fucking, brief mention of double penetration (reader receiving), gentle and rough sex, implied dacryphilia (you), breeding, fontaine rains whether or not he’s sad, his tears are the rain and i will drink them like a hungry eremite in the sumeru desert.
Let’s face it, Neuvillette has no time outside of his work as the Iudex of Fontaine, he’s constantly buried underneath those paperworks, and on top of that, when he’s not tackling mountains of cases, he’s out in the opera, presiding trial after trial when the Oratrice can already do the same thing for him.
So when you appeared in his life all of a sudden, he was new to all sorts of things. In his long life as a dragon, he has had little experience in what you can offer to him. He’s awkward for the first few moments of your relationship.
It’s the same to sex — you’d have to take initiative in every single little thing, show him the ropes like the good commander you are, and he obeys with no complaints. He sees that you enjoy it, and if you’re good at it and you’re willing to teach him, he is an obedient patient.
Old man’s heads are very clumsy at first, teeth scraping against your length while he slowly but surely bobbed his head. He’s slow, but he treats your little guy with so much care. Looking up at you with tears pricking at the ends of his eyes as he tried to please you as best as he could. Obligatory weather report — it’s a light drizzle in Fontaine.
But when you give him head, Neuvillette squirms, it doesn’t matter where he is, he could not keep himself still. It’s always obvious that even you cannot bring yourself to blow him semi-public in his office, just because you’re afraid a poor innocent little Melusine would come inside and see their beloved leader squirming around traumatize them. It would also be bad for his image if you guys get caught, so… sexy times are inside the comfort of his possibly huge home as much as possible.
Sex with him is slow and intimate, very romantic. What did you expect? He’s from Fontaine and they apparently love to romanticize things. Whether or not who’s on top when you guys are doing it, they are a lot more languid in style, like a moment of relaxation between the two of you.
A switch, though preferably a bottom. Yes, that’s right, old man Neuvillette likes to be serviced. He likes it when you’re the one filling him up so good. It’s hot and heavy, just the way he likes it.
He’s a tired man, so he’s definitely a pillow prince— no, a pillow king. He lays there and takes it like a good boy, only gazing at you with those soft eyes, hazy with love and lust while you continued to push into him. He takes your hand in his every time you enter him and he always squeezes your hand tight the deeper you go in.
Call him romantic and a basic man, but he lives for missionary. He wants to see you while he feels you stuff him full of your cock. He only writhes in the beginning while he tries to adjust around you, squeezing you tight inside him while his breath stutters, trying to take you in all at once.
If he’s the one in charge, it’s all the same, he’s gentle with his actions, though, honestly, he’d rather have you ride him instead. He likes to see you in all your glory, with you rolling your hips in such a needy manner while he kept you grounded, holding onto you as he caressed your thighs. It’s perfect for him.
Oh yeah, and this goes without saying — he’s a dragon, so he has two cocks. Fitting him in is a sport on its own, but you graduated with a major in fucking dragons, so you’re good. He’s a bit thicker on the side too, so each time you take him in, you could feel every inch of him, and every throb of his cocks is a heaven sent feeling that courses through your insides.
Please be gentle with him, he is an old tired man who hasn’t had a break. He is so vanilla that it’s boring but his cries are worth it.
He’s a very quiet man too, his moans are shy and light, a gasp here and there and a tiny whimper with every increment of speed adding into your thrusts.
Neuvillette is definitely the type to squirm and get away from you at first, but you just need to keep him still and hold him down by his thighs before you plow into him. He likes it though when you do it, it reassures him that you want to do this with him and that you’re not letting him go no matter what happens.
Another weather report: a good light rain. Not too heavy.
Now that all the sweet stuff is out of the way, rough sex is not as often as the usual vanilla one, but it’s not completely an uninvited guest between you two.
If you fucked him rough and hard, Neuvillette will cry and break. His poor pristine and unmarked body, filled to the brim with your greedy bite marks and hickeys, glowing red and bruising dark purple that leaves him embarrassed when they’re still around if you somehow managed to weasel in a rough session in the morning before he goes to work and you will be reprimanded for it once he’s home, no exceptions.
“No more of these obvious markings,” he’d say with a stern tone, only to end up face down on the pillow with his ass up while you found a loophole and devoured his entire back instead.
He hates that he can’t see you when you go rough on him, because it’s normally him ending up with his face buried into his pillow while he laid on his stomach, his hips being held up by you while you ruthlessly pounded into him without even an ounce of mercy.
He hates it, but at the same time, it does help with keeping his noise down because when you’re doing him so roughly, Neuvillette wails, he cries hard, with those pretty tears of his not letting up. He’d scream to the high heavens and were it not for the fact that your hand was forcing his head down into his soft pillow, the entirety of Fontaine would hear it.
Again, Neuvillette is a tired old man, so something so rough definitely leaves him drained, you’d constantly have to hold him up halfway through your little session.
Fucking him while he’s on his side and his one leg hooked over your shoulder is a great compromise, with how you can both still see each other Neuvillette can immediately turn his head to hide away into his pillow when he realizes he’s being a little too loud on his own good.
He’s definitely the kind to force himself to be quiet. If you fuck him without anything for him to bite into to hide his loud noises, he will cry and be embarrassed through out, barely even managing to cover his own mouth with his hand without an ounce of struggle while his body jerked up and down, following through every harsh punctuated thrust that you made into him. Weather report: Fontaine has a storm.
Neuvillette cries his heart out every time you go rough, full on sobbing and it is such a turn on. The way he makes garbled noises while he would protest into your roughness, hand gently pushing into yours while he asks for you to be gentler and go a little slower, only to cling helplessly into his pillow when his pleas fell into deaf ears.
His tears are just… divine. He cries so prettily and he does it with unwitting grace and class — somehow, he’s just innately beautiful in every thing that he does. There is no such thing as an unsightly sobbing to this man.
Neuvillette makes this soft noise in between a whimper and a gasp every time you hit his prostate spot on and he just shudders in delight, his breath shaky until he can barely think straight.
Gentle or rough, he’s definitely into breeding. Neuvillette has a breeding kink and anyone who thinks otherwise will sink deeper than Khaenri’ah. Stuff him full of your cum and he’s a happy and satisfied man.
It’s not just the feeling of your hot seed pumping him full that pleases him, but being around the Melusines, treating them like his children despite them being just his subordinates has definitely gotten this old man all too paternal. He likes the premise of being able to build a family with you, and he will nurture your children with all his being.
Thigh fucking? Thigh fucking. Though it’s rare, only when he’s really tired but still aches to please you, and even you’re too lazy to move a lot.
Bother him when he takes work at home by making him cockwarm you. He could not concentrate at all — squirming and squeezing around your cock so deliciously while you teased him about getting his work done.
Has definitely tried wall sex with you, with his back against the wall while you held him up. May or may not have happened at the opera after a heated trial when he ruled against your client and you were pissed your streak of wins on that week crumbled into dust. It’s neither your fault but the client’s, but you’re a sore loser and Neuvillette is a stoic judge.
Call him daddy while you fuck into him and he will break, he’ll go slack, his mind numbed when a rush of dopamine just infiltrated his brain every time you’d call him that.
And after all that, aftercare is a must. Treat your dragon well. He did so much for you, and you broke his old man back after fucking him into oblivion. Clean him nice and well, kiss his tears away, and wrap him tightly in a blanket while you hold him.
warnings: fluff, crack, slight angst, them being in heat, dragon anatomy so 2 cocks huehuehue, reader is very very very curious abt dragon anatomy, shy bois<33, squirting, handjob, overstimulation, dacryphilia, praise, eating out, finger in vent so fingering????
notes: i was thinking over different dragon anatomies but then my mind suddenly went what if?????? inspired by @teeth-farie’s sub leviathan fic. gradient divider by @/benkeibear. im dying waiting for wuthering waves to release also jiyan might be ooc as it is written before wuwa’s release. you can think of any dragons you know or want, these were the only ones i could remember😔 part 2 is here!! part 3 is out!
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it’s not an everyday normal thing to have a dragon as a lover. more so if said dragon is seen as a high ranking being and is constantly busy while also being basically untouchable in human terms. hell, not even their fellow draconic kin aren’t able to spend time with them, much less make them put down their mask of indifference and cold stoicism.
a certain title with heavy burden, suppression of one's emotions and feelings rest atop their head, constantly forcing them to make choices based on their people and their wishes, yet never for themselves. always living up to their title and position in the society but never simply as themselves. never giving them a moment of respite, comfort, feeling of kinship or even a friend to share a cup of tea or a glass of pear blossom wine with. always a title, someone to be worshipped and admired from afar but never to get close to or to even dare touch.
except for you, you sweet human who stumbled your way into their life. quite literally. your first meeting with your draconic lover was of you stumbling down the stairs and landing in front of their feet ungracefully while they tried their best to stifle a laughter that was bubbling in their chest. who were you and where have you suddenly ungraciously fell down in front of them in a heap of mess and a single thumbs up accompanied by a muffled "i'm okay!"?
you had the body anatomy of a human. you looked like a human. you sounded like a human. but were you truly one though?
"now who are you that have discourteously decided to fall in front of me like a chipmunk would out of a tree?" they ask, doing their best to stop themselves from doubling over in a heap of a laughing mess as they reach a hand out to help you get up. their resistance only proves futile as a quiet chuckle escapes their mouth — to which they had to bite down on their tongue to not turn it into a laugh — when they see the absolute mess you have made out of yourself. hair a mess, sticking out everywhere like a bird's nest with your clothes covered in slight dirt and grime alongside a few tears here and there considering you quite literally fell down the stairs in front of them.
reaching a hand out, they help you out in taking out some stray leaves that had stuck into your hair during your tumble. all the while, you try to dust off your clothes as quickly as possible so you could apologize and thank them.
"yeah yeah, but chipmunks are cute, aren't they?" you clarify with a cheeky grin as you finally stand upright to take in the visage of your helper and the same person you just made a fool out of yourself in front of. not that you minded it that much.
oh. oh well stars have mercy, aren't they the moist celestial man you have ever laid eyes upon. it was like looking on a painting in front of you. the sunlight right behind their head, creating a halo like effect as the man smiles at you with nothing but kindness and slight amusement twinkling about in their eyes. you were pretty sure you looked like a fool right now in front of them, jaw slack as you stared at their face. for a second, the dragon was a bit concerned. did you perhaps somehow unhinged your jaw when tumbling down the stairs? but you were talking just normally a few seconds ago. or... was it because you recognized him that you had suddenly gone quiet?
he hoped not. he liked your little charismatic words and choices of being well... in a more gentler terms, weird. but in a very cute way. just like a chipmunk.
“are you—“
“god damn!! even your voice is hot” your sudden words take them back by surprise, causing them to go quiet. did you just—?
"[NAAMMMEEE]!!! WHEN I CATCH YOU, YOU'RE NOT GETTING OUT OF YOUR OFFICE UNTIL I SAY SO!!" a third voice calls out, seemingly calling out for you. upon hearing the voice screech out your name, threatening you with paperwork, he could see you freeze up. visibly paling — if he squinted hard enough, the dragon could swear that he saw your ghost float out in a comical way — eyes widening, you glance back to the top of the stairs you came tumbling down from. just then, another person comes running in, standing atop the the stairs you just tumbled down from.
“YOU!!” the person points a finger in your direction, seemingly your boss or a coworker perhaps. but considering how you were literally shaking in your boots, this person was definitely your boss or something along those lines…
“it was nice meeting you and all, i gotta dash. i don’t wanna deal with paperwork today or ever. see ya’ around, pretty!” you manage to say in a quick heap of mess, giving the dragon a single pat on his shoulder before making a mad dash to somewhere. the dragon could only hope that you won’t get caught by your superior. though, that wasn’t the only thing on his mind.
“pretty…” you called him pretty.
it wasn’t as if the dragon never received compliments before. he did, actually. many times and so much to the point it had grown dull to him. the affirmations of his prowess or how handsome he looked nor the elegant way he dressed — they were all common to him. from his subordinates to a civilian he would pass by on the street would stop and fawn at his otherworldly visage.
yet why was it that your single compliment the one that had continued to linger on his mind? it wasn’t even the sophisticated words the poets sing nor the heartfelt way the children would cheerfully say. no, it was just how you would call a fellow human “pretty”.
a fellow being…
was that why it was so different? why it left such a deep impression on him that the dragon couldn’t help but flush as he thought about how you referred to him. not as something to revere, not as a title to bow to or a powerful being that you should walk on eggshell around. just a fellow living being with their own feelings and emotions. like… a fellow human being.
the dragon found himself unconsciously recalling the moment over and over again since then. it would come to him during meetings, during a paperwork, during a simple moment of respite and recollection.
he would catch a glimpse of a tiny chipmunk, squeaking as the little furry creature jumps between trees, and he would be reminded of you. he would see stray leaves falling from the tree and he would be reminded of you. he could just be walking around and before he knew it, he was back at the place where you two first met. the stairs you’ve stumbled down from, the underground he was standing at, the railings separating the sidewalk from the pond nearby.
“pretty” the dragon would whisper to himself, the word falling from his mouth without him knowing as he looks up at the stairs. secretly, he would hope that you you stumble down the stairs yet again. “like a chipmunk would out of a tree”.
“hey! it’s you, pretty!” as if sensing his weird newfound feeling of longing, the heavens have decided to grace his lonely soul with your lively presence once more. turning around, he could see you running over to him from the opposite end of the stairs. the dragon couldn’t help but chuckle softly, a deep and low rumbling sound coming from his chest.
“pity. i was actually waiting for you to tumble down the stairs again” he says once you were close enough, all of his attention shifting to you now. he could see you much more clearly now. there was no rush of you running away from your duties, no superior chasing you around threatening you with paperwork, nor the tumbling down the stairs. no. this time, it was just you and him. and if he strained his ears enough, he could hear the squeaks of a few chipmunks in the nearby trees.
you looked beautiful. charismatic smile and lively eyes shining up at him with a bright and bubbly personality that seemed to drag him into your depths, making him want to spend every waking moment beside you.
“oh boo-hoo. how about you tumble down the stairs next time, huh?” you groan, eyes rolling with a huff of a laughter. not even a three times of meeting and you were already joking with the dragon as if he was an old friend of yours that you met again after a long time. is this what it means to have a friend? to share laughter and jokes with teasing jabs at one another. harmless humor thrown about as you two stroll around the streets with little to no attention to your surroundings or the people staring, pointing, whispering about you two.
no. it was just the two of you. the dragon and the charismatic human.
just him and you. alongside the few squeaks of a distant chipmunks jumping about a few trees.
much time had passed since your first encounter. almost every day, at every hour, the city could see you alongside the dragon, hanging around, chattering and even gossiping as the two of you just simply enjoyed life. if one was missing, you could simply find the other around the corner.
at first it was almost sacrilegious to the people. what do you mean a mere human — a commoner nonetheless — was seen hanging around with the great dragon?! surely it must be some elaborate prank or a joke! due to that, a quarrel had broken out amongst the high standing authorities of the society or amongst those who work under the dragon’s commands. it wasn’t common to see the dragon walking amongst the common folk, no. but what was weird was the fact that the dragon seemed so… humane, as he laughed and even played pranks on some of the people with you. thankfully, it quieted down when he decided to address the arising problem at hand and peacefully settled everything. not entirely peaceful though, as some — okay maybe everyone who has the position of authority — had strongly protested against him being on a friendly level with a normal human.
too bad for them because the dragon basically told them to shut the fuck up and think of their own lives. in a very gentle and professional manner for they knew you would have jumped their asses if given the chance. that’s just how unhinged you were but it was okay for the dragon loved your little unhinged things and comments.
it was adorable to see you shuffling around with nothing in mind. just daydreaming in your head, waiting for their meeting to end so you two could go out for the promised snack run. he always loved to come from your back and swoop you up in a big hug, effectively spooking you no matter how many times he has done it in the past. he loved the little squeaks you made. the quick latching of your hands around his neck to stabilize yourself. the scolding you give him about warning you the next time he comes in to swoop you off of your feet.
endearing — that’s how you were in his eyes. a treasure to be protected. a hidden gem to be admired. the painting of an ethereal angel to be seen but never to be touched. and dragons know just what to do to keep their treasure safe.
protective hand constantly around your waist or your shoulder, keeping you close to himself. a little peck on the crown of your head away from prying eyes. sometimes, he would bare his fangs at anyone who shows hostility towards you, human hands morphing, elongating into sharp claws that could tear into their flesh. a tail wrapped possessively around your ankle or wrist, refusing to let you leave his side. though, it was always unconsciously done as the dragon would apologize with flushed cheeks when you point it out.
“your tail has a mind of its own, i swear” he could hear you mutter with a giggle, a hand running over the smooth scales of his tail that was loosely wrapped around your middle. he was lucky enough to have some peace and quiet in your presence without his servants to annoy him further. while you? he was sure that you skipped your work again to come over to him. you always seem to find a way to skip out of work.
the dragon didn’t mind. if it meant being able to see you again, he wouldn’t mind cutting out of his own work to come and visit you.
with a low rumble in his chest, he pushes his head into the crook of your neck further. tail peacefully hooked around you, his own hands in his lap as he quietly purrs in content at the feeling of your hand smoothen out his scales.
“awww, you purring?” you coo out, hearing the distinct noises he was making as he uses your shoulder as a makeshift pillow. the dragon pauses, realizing he made a mistake of letting himself get too comfortable in your hold. no doubt you would use this to tease him, and he was right when your hand came up to scratch under his chin like one would treat a cat.
“mmrrpp… nope. i have no idea what you’re talking about” he tries to deny your words, yet making no effort to defend himself as he leans further into your touch. it actually felt good to have you scratch his chin and to purr like a cat. all he got in return was a hum.
this was usually how your days went. cutting out on work, running away from your superior to pet an overgrown lizard. a very handsome lizard who loved to spoil you but a lizard nonetheless.
oh heavens have mercy, it was back. it was back and it was worse than last year’s and the dragon was silently cursing his body as he tries desperately to keep his mind grounded.
sometimes, he tended to forget just how annoying it is to be a dragon or have some sort of draconic blood in his lineage until he is reminded of it. hot, bubbling lava swirling in his stomach, his mind constantly going to the gutter as he thinks about all sorts of inappropriate things. and he wasn’t safe nor were you safe because for some reason, his mind kept creating the image of you. gentle hands exploring his flesh, teasing kisses on his elf-like ears, dirty vile whispers of how you didn’t knew he was such a pervert.
that wasn’t how the dragon wanted you to be remembered as. he wanted to keep your image clean and sweet, surrounded by nothing except flowers and gentle smiles. not his tail wrapping around your waist to make you continue to fuck his brains out until he cried dumbly.
“[name]… [n-name], forgive me…” pitiful whines spilled from his bleeding lips as the dragon tries to drown himself within the pile of pillows and blankets stacked upon his bed. how perverted must he be to think of your image in such a lewd way? he doesn’t think he can bring himself to look you in the eye the next time you meet.
knock knock!
urgent knocks sounded from the doors of his home, ones he thought he was just hallucinating in his current state. being in heat sucks as the dragon couldn’t tell if the things he was hearing were real or just a fragment created by his mind. curse his biology.
soft clicks and clacks resound into the emptiness of his home, making him perk up slightly from bed. who could it be? not everyone knew how to enter his home nor would they be foolish enough to do so during this time of the year. but there was one important person he was close to. the one person he forgot to notify of his oncoming heat cycle. the same person he gave the spare key to his house to. the same human who—
“hey! you were home along, huh? i got worried when you weren’t at your workplace the last two—“ he could hear you trail off, words getting stuck in your throat as he sees the slight widening of your eyes when you took in the scene of him just being miserable. curled up on his bed, tail flicking wildly as if he was provoked and uncomfortable. ears and cheeks flushed red with slight haze covering his usually bright and attentive eyes.
ah, he really wanted to make you see how pathetic he could get during this time of the year.
“[name]… p-please, leave. i don’t want to drag you into this mess” another whine of your name fell from his lips, this time louder than the one before.
please don’t get close, he could smell your scent and it was driving him up the walls. human hands becoming more scaled and clawed as he paws at the soft materials of one of the blankets. poorly muffled whimpers falling out as he tries to hug his tail to himself, to keep it from reaching out and hooking around your ankle like it always does. please don’t come closer, he might just trap you in his home for days until this cursed heat goes away. he didn’t wish to subject you to this torture.
“ah, right. i forgot that lizards and snakes go into heat during this time of the year” you briefly take a look at the calendar hung on the wall. the last 2 days not crossed out due to his suffering of the heat. the last 2 days you didn’t see him. at all.
he must’ve been in so much pain. whining and groaning, little growls slipping out too as he tosses and turns on his little makeshift nest. in the middle of his toss and turning, you could catch a glimpse of a small wet patch starting to form on his pants’ front. was he getting hard by just seeing you? how… cute.
“[name]! please, just leave! i can t-take care of myself” the dragon pleads, trying to shuffle away as you approach his bed to sit on the edge of it. shushing his pleas, you reach a hand out to place it over his tail that he had let go, the extra limb curling around your wrist a bit too tightly.
“hey hey.. it’s okay. nothing wrong with helping you out here, y’know? i just wanna help” you hum, rubbing small circles onto his knee where your hand was placed. you could only hope that it would soothe him and his troubled self, but it seems to have the opposite effect as he now looks pained. brows furrowed with fanged teeth chewing on his lips, so much so he was starting to draw blood. you tut softly, other hand reaching out to make him stop doing that.
it felt nice to have you here. the hand that was on his chin trailing up to smoothen out his long tangled hair. he had forgotten how much the little things can calm the nerves of his as he leans into your touch. you were here. reassuring him, being understanding as you suggested helping him. what did the dragon ever did to deserve you?
swallowing the saliva in his mouth, he gave a little nod, signaling that he had decided to accept your offer of help. you give him a small smile, to which he reciprocated with shaky, bloodied lips. it took some effort to help him get rid of his pants, his tail getting in the way over and over with how it refused to stay still. it even knocked down the bag of little groceries you brought when you first walked in. the dragon apologized, saying he had barely to no control over his tail during this time. you only chuckled at that, kissing his cheek as a move of comfort.
“you mind if i take these off too, pretty?” you thumb at the hem of his boxers, looking into his eyes for a sign of rejection. gods, he forgot how much he loved that nickname. breath getting caught in his lungs from hearing it in such a loving way, paired with how careful you were with him.
he gives a little nod and you take off his boxers, throwing it to the side with his pants.
oh? what an unexpected sight.
what you thought would greet you with the typical human male anatomy, instead there was a vent like opening. slightly puffy with a bit of scales on the sides in a seemingly protective layer, a little bud on top similar to a clit and wetness dripping from it and down to the sheets. you would have never thought that dragons would have such an interesting anatomy.
tentatively, you run the tip of your forefinger over the slit, softly prodding them in an opening motion to see how he reacted. he only flinched, soft whimpers falling out. he was so wet too.
“does every dragons have an anatomy like this? does it hurt when i do this?” you ask curiously, unable to tear your eyes away as the slit seem to pulse gently, opening up and closing, almost like the soft fluttering of a butterfly wings.
“i think so… maybe? and no, it doesn’t hurt. don’t worry” he reassures you, finding your genuine curiosity endearing. even in a moment like this, you were being so thoughtful. so gentle. so kind and understan—
“can i lick it?” sigh… he should have seen it coming because you had this tendency to not think before you speak, therefore resulting in moments of unhinged words and actions. but the thought was one he was willing to entertain. none of his former lovers had tried to lick his vent before and it would be a new experience. out of his comfort zone but that’s how new experiences are like.
giving you a nod, he gets comfortable on the bed as he opens his legs to you more, watching with dilated pupils as you settle between them. soft kisses to his thighs got him heaving a breath he didn’t knew he was holding, muscles loosening in relaxation as he waited. you took your time. soft kisses trailing from his thighs, to some little scars before finally reaching his vent. in a way to test the boundaries, you gave a few kisses to the scales, the little bud that resembled a clit before licking a stripe up his slit, tasting the slick that was gathered there. he tasted oddly sweet. like honey that was left in room temperature for a bit too long. you could feel like legs jerk, threatening to close around your head.
“s-sorry… not used to it” he mutters under his breath, to which you only hum softly. placing your forefinger and middle finger on both sides of the vent, you make a little spreading motion. gentle little licks turning more greedy as you give his insides a few licks. the dragon lets out a loud whine at that, throwing his head back on the pillow as a clawed hand comes down to fist at your locks.
he didn’t had plushie insides, if anything, you were pretty sure you felt scaled limb move inside his vent. the scales similar to the soft ones that were on the outside of his vent. maybe it was the same thing? in an effort to satisfy your growing curiosity, you push your tongue inside a bit more, prodding at the soft scaled limb slithering inside.
“gyaAANH—! w-wait a minuuyygkk♡︎♡︎ [n-name]♡︎!” he yelps loudly, his legs finally wrapping around your head as he writhes on the bed. more of his delicious juices spill out, dripping down your chin and to the bedsheets. it was a bit too much for him. this was first time allowing his vent to be eaten out and you were such a curious little human who kept pushing him to limits of pleasure he never knew existed. hell, he didn’t even knew he could let out a squeal like that before.
meanwhile, the poor pent-up dragon weakly bucks his hips into your mouth more, you only continue with your little research. pushing your tongue inside, licking up his insides as you push his vent open more with your fingers. by now, you have come to the conclusion that this slick gushing into your mouth was his precum. at least, what can be considered as a precum in dragon terms.
eyes focusing on his pretty face twisting in pleasure, you felt giddy with how easily you could make him crumble. such a strong and intimidating dragon, only to turn into a moaning mess when you eat out his vent. it was endearing to see how much he trusted you.
continuing to prod and lick at his vent, the insides and the little nub resembling a clit, you watch in fascination as his slit becomes more loose. the scaled limbs that were slithering inside now starting to push out, prodding past the protective scales of his vent opening. oh, it was his cock you were prodding at when you were eating him out.
wait no. cocks.
sitting upright, wiping the mess he made on your chin, you coo words of comfort as his cocks slowly comes out of his vent. helping him with it, pushing his legs open each time he tried to close them because everything felt too much for his overly sensitive body. one was a bit bigger than the other, soft, glistening scales that were the same color of his tail on the base that slowly turned into his human skin. the scales were soft, barely noticeable but definitely sensitive as he kept twitching whenever you ran your finger over it.
“they’re pretty” you remark with a smile, fingertip trailing from the base of his bigger cock to the tip, teasing his tip with a light few taps. he could only jerk at that, whining softly at the feeling of your hands on him.
oh gods, was this real? your hands were on him. on his body. on his cocks. you were touching him, helping him out during his heat. you… he wondered if you would allow him to scent you. maybe leave a mark or two on your neck. perhaps if he begged enough times, you would allow him to touch you too—
“aangh—! [name], don’t just touch them like.. that… aaanghh haah s-so soft♡︎” he trails off into a quiet moan, his claws digging into the pillow under his head for stability as you finally wrap your hand around his cock. softly stroking it, occasionally swiping your thumb over the leaking tip to make him squirm. your hand was so soft. so loving in the way it handled his cock. were you not taken aback by how weird it was? how inhuman they were? he isn’t surprised that you aren’t. you find almost everything interesting, and his body was one of them.
“easy, pretty. deep breaths, i got you” he could hear your words over the soft moans of his own unrecognizable voice, so shy rather than the commanding authoritative tone it usually has. all he could do was nod his head, no thoughts in his mind as he allows you to take care of him. you can take care of him just fine, he knows that better than anyone.
“f-feels.. good. love uungk♡︎ the way your haaanhhg h-hand feels♡︎♡︎” he stutters over his words, barely able to let out a single sentence without tripping over his own breath. how could you be so good to him? stealing his breath away from the moment you first stumbled your way into his life until now, in his bed, taking care of his sensitive body.
all the while, you kept a close eye on his vent. the soft fluttering it occasionally does whenever your thumb would swipe over his pretty pink tip, whenever you would add pressure to the prominent vein under his mushroom tip. it seemed sensitive too. and neglected too as it continues to drip with the slick he was gushing over your face just moments ago.
switching between his two cocks, trying to give attention to both of them, your free hand grazes over the lip of his tent. almost as if sensing your curiosity, the poor thing opens up a bit more as if asking you to push your finger inside it. but was that possible? judging from the size of the slit opening, you could tell it wasn’t fit for taking things inside other than his own cocks. but there was still some space left. maybe you could give it a shot.
“breathe for me, pretty. you’re doing so good. that’s my sweet dragon” words of praises continue to fall from your lips, clouding his mind more and more with each word. so much so to the point he couldn’t tell that he came on your hand already. using his moment of distraction, you ease your finger inside slowly until the first knuckle.
“aaNNGH—?! [n-name] what’re yo-oouugnnh—! h-heavens, what—♡︎♡︎ what are aaAMH♡︎ MYAANGH MMRPP♥︎?!” immediately, he started to thrash around on the bed. choked pleas of stopping, asking you what you were doing and soft sobs falling from his lips as his legs shake like a fawn’s. what were you doing to him?! it felt like a hot bubbling lava was swirling in his stomach, ready to burst at any moment. what is it that you were doing? he— he couldn’t bring himself to see it, afraid that if he does, he might let out a sound that he never let out before.
but that dam he was trying so badly to hold back broke when you eased your finger into the second knuckle. shaking legs weakly kicking at the bed, tail coming up to wrap around your wrist in a tugging motion into the vent while he arched his back so prettily, letting out a damn squeal as his cocks squirted over his stomach and to his chin.
“oh, look at you! gods, you’re so damn ethereal, darling. i fucking love seeing you like this” you say in excitement, watching as his dilated pupils turn into a heart shape while fat globs of tears start to roll down his cheeks. he was really sensitive huh?
softly, your finger explore the insides of his vent. tentatively stroking his inner vent until you came across a soft spongy spot inside. it felt oddly gummy, very little but still there. curious about what it was, you give it a little stroke, watching as your dragon squirts yet again. his legs wouldn’t stop shaking and twitching, body writhing on the bed so cutely as he blabbers about some unintelligible things. you could faintly make out your own name and things about hitting his soft spot.
“[n-nAME]!! STOOHPPP SHTOP STOHP EECK♡︎♡︎!! t-too much f’ meeaannnhhg♥︎ t-too much too muchtoomuchtoomuUUNGK!! GYUUCKKK—♥︎♥︎!!” your sweet darling cries out, sobbing as his claws reach out to your hands, digging into the flesh there. it didn’t help that your other hand was still stroking his poor cock, making his orgasm longer than it ever has been before.
he was going crazy. he would die! if you kept stroking his cock while fingering his soft spot inside his vent, he would surely go crazy from the sheer amount of pleasure!! he can’t take more—
“c-can’t—! can’t squirt ‘nymoowwhr♡︎ [name]!! [name]!! [name]!! [name]!! [name]!! [naMEE]♥︎♥︎” the dragon trails off, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as your name falls out of his mouth in a gibberish mantra. oh, how adorable he was, jaws slack open as he drools, crying about not being able to squirt anymore when his cocks easily does it for him.
“shh shhh… easy, love. easy” you shush his shrill moans, kissing his pointy ears as his tail refuses to let your finger out of his vent. how cute. he was such a contradiction, it was adorable. but you could see he had never received such amount of pleasure before as the grip of his claws on your hands loosen, blurry heart shaped pupils staring at you with no thoughts in his head.
“you can take another finger, right?” you ask, wincing slightly when his tail wraps entirely around your forearm now.
“[n-name]…! [naaammeee]—! m-mate♡︎♥︎♥︎” your sweet dragon trails off, nothing behind those hazy eyes of his as he only slurs out your name and the word mate over and over again.
✧ Room Content: Dom! Top! GN! Reader x Yan! Selkie! Sub! Bottom! Neuvillette, no gendered terms used for reader, reader has a cock, unhealthy obsessive and possessive relationship from Neuvillette, inexperienced virgin Neuvillette, blowjob (Neuvillette giving), mentions of marking and biting. Leave a note if anything was missed out.
✧ Retrieved Notes: [The torso and right paw of the fortune cat appear on the front desk.]
The heavens weep their cold tears as you make your way down the coastline, an umbrella in hand. The raindrop pelts harshly against the cheap plastic of your umbrella as the moonlight weakly lights the path ahead of you from behind the clouds.
You’re not quite sure what compelled you to venture out in such heavy rain or what keeps you from turning around and walking home but when you see the unfortunate sight a couple steps before you, perhaps it was a good idea you came out after all.
Frustrated growls and gruff barks reach your ears as a large seal thrashes around on the shore, struggling to free itself from the net that ensnares its flippers and tail. Its efforts are in vain as it seemingly tangles itself more and more in the net with every movement, its vocalisations growing increasingly distressed.
You rush over, determined to free the poor seal. Sensing a potential threat, the seal looks straight at you approaching amidst its struggle and tries to shuffle away, frightened.
“Hey, hey, it’s alright, I’m trying to help you out.” Your words seem to soothe as it cautiously observes you when you slowly move in closer, making no attempts to try to attack you. While you try to work its flippers out of the net, you realise that the earlier thrashing had complicated the entanglement, resulting in multiple knots and loops that are too hard to undo with one hand.
Sighing, you set your umbrella aside to free up your other hand, angling it and propping it up in the wet sand so as to block as much of the rain as possible. Despite your umbrella, the chilling rain gradually starts to seep through your clothes as you aid the seal. It eyes you curiously, surprisingly calm, even going so far as to lifting the flipper you’re working the net off of.
Now that you’re a lot closer, you also take the time to examine the seal for any other injuries. Its fur is a shade of silvery grey, with some symmetrical markings or patterns on its belly that almost glow in the dim moonlight.
After a couple minutes, the seal is freed from the net entirely and you bundle the fabric in your arm to dispose of properly later, your other hand holding your umbrella again. Standing, you watch on as it hurries to the shoreline and ventures beyond the waves, going back to its watery habitat. Swimming further out, the seal suddenly stops and turns back to stare at you for a second. Then, it nods towards you, as if thanking you for your help before quickly diving underwater.
Assured that the seal is safe now, you turn and begin to head back home. Although you’re soaked to the bone, a pleasant emotion arises in you from your good deed and the supposed show of gratitude you received in the end. And maybe the heavens are smiling upon you! The downpour immediately starts to clear up, the rain clouds dissipating from the sky, revealing the moon hiding behind them and lighting your way home.
(Unbeknownst to you, a sharp pair of pale lavender eyes emerge from the depths, eyeing you as you leave.)
The next time you find yourself strolling along the beach, the evening sky is mostly clear, save for a few heavy rain clouds that look to be gathering at the edge of the horizon, slowly rolling in. You recall the seal from before and there’s an unexplainable tugging to go back to that location, even though you’re not exactly sure what you hope to find.
After that night, you’ve looked for information regarding seals congregating along that coast but unable to find any records or news about seals in your local natural ecosystem, you dismissed it as some sort of cosmic coincidence that your walk would end with you freeing a seal.
The seal would be nice to see once more though what you actually do see instead is a little stranger than anything you were expecting.
There’s an odd person loitering near the water where you freed the seal. Bizarrely enough, he’s donning a sopping wet yet extravagant fur coat. Water drips from his long hair however, he doesn’t seem to mind it at all. He’s incredibly out of place but his face doesn’t show it, even as you try your best not to stare. Rather, he opens his mouth to ask, (you get a flash of fangs), his voice a soothing timbre.
“Apologies. I'm new around here and I seem to have gotten lost. May I trouble you for directions?”
A couple questions zip around in your head: How did he end up at the beach? Did he go swimming in his fur coat? Is he not cold? Realising that you’ve been staring at his fur coat all this time and not speaking, you awkwardly clear your throat and ultimately settle with saying, “I think we'd better dry you off first before you catch a cold.”
Thankfully, there’re still cafes open along the more crowded area of the beach. After getting him a hot drink of his choice to warm himself up (an order for a cup of hot water definitely raised some eyebrows), you ask him to stay put before going to fetch a couple towels from a nearby beach kiosk for him to dry off.
“Thank you for all the help you have extended to me despite this being your first time meeting me,” he says, his tone sincere as he dries his hair, having finished his cup of water.
“It’s no problem really, I’m pretty sure most would’ve helped you out too. How did you end up so soaked in the first place?”
“Ah, it’s a bit much to talk about-” he cuts himself off, “-Where are my manners, I have not introduced myself yet. I am Neuvillette.” A quick handshake, introductions and small talk exchanged, a friend gained.
The two of you talk until you’re ushered out by the cafe staff and agree to meet again next week at this cafe to spend more time together.
You find yourself looking forward to the days with Neuvillette, no matter the activity. (Strangely, on the days you’re unable to meet up with Neuvillette, the weather forecast never matches up, the skies always overcast with dark clouds.)
An additional fun treat is that every time the both of you meet, he never fails to regale you with fantastical tales, with myths and legends from the unfathomable depths of merfolk and sea monsters, each tale more and more outlandish and wondrous than the last. The details that he injects to his stories are so intricate that you’d almost believe he was recounting them from personal experience itself.
The agenda for today’s hangout: Bring him around the local aquarium! A leisurely stroll whilst admiring the sealife, listening to his informative explanations on how the marine ecosystem functions, how everything has a crucial part to play in it. But your day gets a lot better when your Neuvie mysteriously draws the attention of the seals when the both of you walk past them. The lovable blobs bounce up to him, as near as possible, gleefully barking away, trying to get his attention.
You laugh as you watch on at the display, “Looks like I’ve managed to catch myself a seal prince!”
His face heats up at your remark, a light hue of pink dusting his cheeks at the commotion from the seals. He musters up a weak chuckle as he meets your eyes.
“And perhaps you have.”
The seals glance between the two of you and somehow manage to bark even louder, some even clapping their flippers against their bodies. Once you’ve decided that it was enough embarrassment for your poor Neuvie, taking his hand in yours, you lead him off to the next section of the aquarium. Your hand brushes against the sleeves of his fur coat that he constantly wears. (His fingers entwine with yours, his grip secure.)
By the time you finish touring the entire aquarium, it’s the late evening, the street lights already lit as the dinner crowd mills about for a place to dine in.
Over the course of dinner, he sneaks little glances at you between bites of his food, smiling slightly when you catch him red-handed but never saying what’s on his mind. It’s only when the two of you are walking out of the restaurant, he works up the nerve to ask.
“We have been seeing each other for some time now, and I hope that I am not overstepping to suggest,” his cheeks flush, “that perhaps we could take this to another level…”
His breath catches when he feels your hand finding his as you say, “My place then?”
The instant you lead him into your home and room, you press your lips against his and revel in the small clipped moan you manage to drag out of him. Neuviellette doesn’t seem to be experienced, given the sloppy way he kisses you back and how you can feel him beginning to grind against your thigh between his legs. When you pull away, he’s panting, pupils dilated as he chases after you.
“Your first time, Neuvie?”
“Ah. Yes… my deepest apologies if I do not manage to satisf-” You stop him before he can finish his sentence, shushing him with a quick kiss.
“Shush, Neuvie, it’s nothing to apologise for. If anything, I’m honoured to be your first,” you tuck a hair behind his ear, leaning in to whisper, your tone teasing, “In fact, I think teaching you allll about it might just be even better ♡”
Soon, you have him knelt between your legs as you sit on the edge of the bed, guiding your cock to his lips.
“Watch your fangs now, Neuvie.”
He flicks his tongue out, swirling it around the head, licking at it before his lips close around your tip. True to your words, he’s careful about his fangs as slowly, he takes you into his mouth. A low groan filters through the air when you feel his tongue press up against the underside of your length.
“Ngh, that’s great, Neuvie…” Your hand caresses the side of his face, his skin warm where you touched, “So good at this already.”
The sight of him peering up at you from his spot, how he’s engulfed your every inch (does he not have a gag reflex?), his eyes slowly glazing over, it sends lust coursing through your veins. He’s so perfect for you.
“Do you think you could move?” Neuvillette hums in agreement, the vibrations stimulating as he starts bobbing his head, obedient as he even tries to occasionally swallow around you when you hit the back of his throat. The wet sounds of slurping only serve to arouse you even further, joined by the moans Neuvillette lets out, as if savouring the taste of you.
“Ah! L-Let me pull out Neuvie-?!” At your words, his hands suddenly clamp tightly onto your thighs before he takes you as far as he can, sucking hard as he feels your cock twitch on his tongue.
It’s not long before you cum, spurting your load down his throat that he devours eagerly, moaning at the taste. When he frees you from his mouth with a lewd “pop!”, his tongue lolls out, showing that he really did swallow everything you gave him.
Cupping his face in your hands, you bring him up to lock lips with him, making out fiercely, more tongue than anything.
“So greedy, Neuvie, why didn’t you let me pull out?” He just gives you a light ditzy chuckle before ducking back in for another kiss, unable to be separated from you. You drink in all his muffled noises, your hands roving over his body as he indulges himself in your warmth, your everything.
And you’re so caring too, taking the time to constantly check in on him as you thoroughly prep him so his first time wouldn’t hurt. Your fingers coated in lube, you gingerly work him open as he lets out unrestrained whines. A keen rips from him when the tip of your finger bumps against his prostate, the unfamiliar pleasure a very welcome one.
You treat him so well, how could he not be drunk on your love?
“Tell me everything you feel Neuvie,” your tip breaches his rim and it has him seeing stars behind his closed eyes.
“Hah! So good-!” He’s embraced in your arms, his heaving chest against yours as his heart races at the ecstasy you’re granting him. Inch by inch, you sink into his hole. Your skin is sticky against his and he presses himself onto your body, wanting to feel all of you. His breath comes out in pants as you reach deeper into him, your cock filling him up even more.
“Look at you, Neuvie, such a treasure.” Your praise pushes him closer to his tipping point. And when you graze past his prostate, his vision whites out instantly.
“Hgnk! Cumming- AH!” Clinging onto you even tighter, his cum splatters onto his skin and yours, unconsciously grinding your cock deeper into him as he rides out his high. He collapses against you, burying into the crook of your neck when he feels you press a kiss to the top of his head and smile.
Neuvillette has always been so used to the indifferent coldness of the open ocean, the unyielding pressure beneath the waves. But you’ve changed him, he’s addicted to the warmth you’ve shown to him ever since your first fated meeting. (Never mind that you still don’t know that the seal you rescued was him, you will understand in due time.)
Now that he’s with you, swapping fur for skin, trading water for land, the happiness he feels when he’s yours is incomparable. He’s become enamoured with all of you. He’d give up anything else to stay by your side like this forever. Anything to be with you.
The next morning, Neuvillette is rather lively but you chalk it up to the intimate session last night. It was his first time after all, and you’re just glad that he seemed to enjoy it. But he’s a lot clingier with the way he has to be near you at all times, be it wordlessly tailing you around your home or sitting next to you whenever.
As the both of you cuddle, still too lazy to get started with the day since you’re entangled in each other, he suddenly peels himself off of you. Neuvillette sheds his fur coat, folding it neatly, then presenting it to you.
“I want you to have this,” there’s a jovial lilt in his voice, almost akin to a seal’s chirp, “Do you accept it?”
“Are you sure? You wear this everywhere and it’s probably important to you, I couldn’t take it.” Neuvillette shakes his head, firm in his stance.
“I insist you have it. It is important, but,” he looks into your eyes, in them, a raw frenzied sincerity swirls like whirlpools, “That’s why I want you to have it.”
“When you put it that way,” you take the coat from him, experimentally draping it over yourself, sighing when you realise truly how soft it is.
“Thank you Neuvie.” The tender moment is broken when he leans in, ensnaring you in a ravenous kiss. Darting your tongue into his mouth, he’s no longer shy like yesterday, letting out needy whimpers as he deepens the kiss.
“You didn’t, hah, finish in me last night, my love,” he huffs during stolen breaths in between kisses, “You need to. Pleasepleaseplease!”
He’s dragging you back into your room and soon enough, you have him under you, the fur coat draped on your back as you rut into him. His walls clench down on your shaft, his legs locking around your hips to make sure you don’t pull out of him when you climax.
A dizzying mixture of mania and desire floods through his system when you suck a hickey onto his pristine skin. He feels your scorching breath fan across his collarbone and when your lips make contact with his skin, he jolts, aware of every pleasurable sensation you’re flooding him with right now.
And it’s only fair if he gets you to mark you too. Claiming you as his other half, his destined partner. Sharp teeth pierce and break past your skin as Neuvillette bites down on your shoulder.
He recalls his moments with you: How you miraculously showed up in his time of need. Helping him time and time again. The other seals rowdily congratulating their prince on finding a mate. And finally, how you accepted his pelt.
How you accepted him.
He laps at the bitemark when he detaches, a sense of fulfilment bubbling up in him. A particularly deep grind drags him out of his thoughts, an unabashed moan escaping him.
“Thinking about something else, while- ah! -I’m here fucking you?”
“N-No! Only thinking- ghk?! -of, of you! Only y-you!” Neuvillette blubbers out, sensing every movement of your dick in him.
“I’m close! Going to- hnn! -cum!” Hearing your words, his words tumble out of his mouth unintelligibly.
“In me! Hah- ah! Cum in me! Please, love! In me- need it, need you-!!”
Pressing your hips into his, you finish in him as per his request, his legs looping around you even tighter, forcing you to reach further in him.
The stretch drives Neuvillette wild and when he feels the warm bliss spreading in him, his eyes roll into his skull and he throws his head back, letting out an animalistic growl as he cums.
"I love you I love you I love you I love you!"
Later, when you’ve wiped the both of you down, the cuddling resumes. Cracking an eye open, you see Neuvillette snuggling into the fur coat.
“See, you’re still attached. I couldn’t take it.”
“No, no, my love. You’ve already taken it.” He flips over to face you, “Do you know the ‘legend’ of selkies, my love?”
At the shake of your head, he begins to speak. You listen as he recounts the tale, how important their sealskin is to them, the symbolism of owning a selkie’s precious pelt.
His voice is otherworldly, mesmerising, as if it were the gentle lull of a fishing boat on the water.
“The tales usually spell the misery of a selkie who has had their pelt taken forcibly against their will. I’ve seen it happen to my subjects in the past. But I am fortunate.”
…His subjects?
When your eyes open again, (you didn't even know they closed in the first place), a selkie lays before you. His fur is a shade of silvery grey, with some symmetrical markings or patterns on his belly that almost glow. His webbed hand tipped with claws captures yours. His eyes are brine pools and his fangs are trident-sharp when he speaks.
And he says.
”So take me, and I'll give all of myself up for you.”
[> You add a fur pelt to your collection.]
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this was not proof read, this is dottore brainrot and subtorre slop. take it at face value 😞
nsfw - subtorre supremacy, handjob, i’m insane
okay but dorm roommate zandik always being head deep into studies, never going out of the dorm except for classes and etc. that has been feeling unusually stressed lately, tense shoulders, fatigue, the lack of sleep he’d been getting. and of course you being the good roommate you are asked him about it and encouraged him to get out and have some fun maybe even party? but to your surprise (which you weren’t even that surprised with much) that he indeed had zero social group to hang out with-?! yes. not even a single friend. in fact, he actually spoke to no one in his class, or anyone when he left the dorm. the only person he regularly spoke to consistently with was you. and zandik would be lying if your voice wasn’t annoying him the more you kept talking. couldn’t you see if was trying to study? “who cares about the fatigue? this is the only affective way to build up his endurance, and that is by pushing my body past its limits.” but oh when he said that you got a clearly different idea of the type of endurance he needed to build up
so somehow you’ve got him on your bed on the pretext of just giving him a massage to loosen his shoulders!! zandik still wonders how you even managed to convince him but oh how you had a way with your words… and he would be lying if he wasn’t enjoying your nimble fingers pushing into those deeply worked in knots. and you certainly could tell it too with the way his back was just arching ever so slightly to your pressured touch, or the way his hands would slightly grip the bedding to stop himself from letting out any humiliating sounds—gods if you heard all the sounds he was holding in he would loose all his dignity for himself—biting his tongue so hard the faint taste of metal coating his mouth.
rubbing your hands down his back “w-what are you doing? I thought this was merely only a shoulder massage-?” he croaked, his tips of ears burning red “well yeah but you can’t work out the knots in your shoulders and not the ones in your back…” you spoke as you continued your ministrations
zandik would have to be lying if he hadn’t had the most painful boner for the last ten minute, I mean sure he’s never had an experience prior to this or ever in his life, not even basic human touch was familiar to him. and to say the least he was incredibly touch starved. and to say he wasn’t overstimulated slightly would be an understatement as well, and after being caught up in his thoughts for wayyy to long he stopped paying attention to the sounds that were spilling from his mouth- “zandik?”
snapped him right out of his thoughts “h-hmm?” wondering how you should phrase “are you really getting hard to me massaging you?” you decide to jus spit it out as so which left him more than flustered, indeed very embarrassed“w-what? n-no i can’t stop a normal body function-? i-im not p-purposely-“ “relax” you said calmly while popping you knuckles “i don’t mind helping you out anyway” did not help the raging boner in any shape or form
so here’s how he ended up lying on his back, face impossibly flushed with your legs around his hips. the position alone had him so overwhelmed at the mere implication but it wasn’t till you started palming his thighs that had him jump. you paused but after seeing no resistance you continued “i- …. i’m not so used to this close of touch- i-in fact I- hah think g-going about this form of i-intimacy mmgh! is h-highly inappropriate for t-ngh two roommates-“ he rambled on and on between choked moans as you spread the noticeable amount of precum that had formed around him. there was a flicker of irritation in his expression, not at you… but at the way his body refused to stay neutral admittedly though the feeling was pleasurable. “ah!” he gasped when you wrapped your hands around him, although laying down he was now propping himself up with this forearms “i-it’s sensitive” he mumbled. and the sight before you was truly nothing like him. never had you seen him so disheveled and messy, his hair going in every direction, his lips so red and his red eyes so weak it definitely spurred you on more as you stroked him up and down—his head lolling back at the unbearable feeling—it was truly embarrassing for him at how wet he was already. the very loud “slick-slick-slick-slick” sounds mixed with his jagged breathing alone somehow egged him on more, voice coming out high and raspy, hips moving up—“I-i’m n-ngh i’m gonna-“ before he could even finish poor baby came prematurely with a high and whiny moan :( he swears he’s never felt something so intense in his life, explaining how his vision went white and how he needed to try this again to conclude his theory about this….
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Fyodor loved the idea of reducing you to something less than human.
Seated high and comfortably in his chair, he delighted in the sight of you crawling naked at his feet. Cat ears were perched on your head and nestled in your ass was a thick tail that twitched with each sway of your hips. Your collar was snug around your neck and in the centre, hung a small tag that simply read: RETURN TO DOSTOYEVSKY.
Kneeling there, perfectly trained, you watched him lure you in with his bedroom eyes. You weren’t sure if this was him giving permission to begin but he didn’t stop you when you leaned down on all fours.
Fyodor didn’t indulge in many things, but seeing you switch into this dumb headspace where your only purpose was to be domesticated—or rather kept for enjoyment—was something he could always get behind.
“Ah-ah, not too fast,” he said in a condescending tone as he tugged at your leash, pulling you closer between his legs. The soft fur of your tail brushed against your thigh as you shifted position.
After five—no, ten minutes of slathering your mouth around his cock, Fyodor found amusement in the way your legs were already trembling beneath you, struggling to hold yourself steady. His eyes became fixed on your cheeks hollowing as you bobbed up and down his length, fat tears streaming down your face while you obediently adjusted to a slower, more deliberate pace.
You took him as deep as you could which only muffled any chance of coherency.
“Mmm, that’s better,” he cooed.
You whimpered around him as he gave you an appreciative pat on the head. When you leaned into his touch, his lips bore the slightest grin, humoured by how willing you were to please him.
He lazily trailed his fingers down your jaw before his thumb brushed the little bell on your collar, flicking it lightly to hear its delicate chime,
“See? You get what you want when you listen.”
His thick shaft was lodged too deep in your throat for a response, but there was no point. The painful ache in your jaw was your own doing, a consequence of following him around and nagging him for attention when he was far too focused on his latest scheme.
Nagging never worked. But having you like this? On your knees, gagging on his cock? That always did it.
You took him inch by inch until the tip of your nose brushed against the dark patch of hair at his base. A quiet huff escaped him, barely audible, but it sent a rush of relief through you.
Slowly but surely, Fyodor was beginning to unravel, which only spurred you on. You needed to see him lose his composure, otherwise what would be your purpose in all this?
So you flattened your tongue against the underside of his cock, tracing every vein with wet, sloppy strokes before swirling it around his sensitive tip. Over and over.
You repeated the motion, causing him to shiver slightly after every stroke.
One point for you.
Occasionally, you’d drag your tongue away from his cock, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his inner thigh, tasting the salt and sweat on his skin. The thick scent of his musk and arousal made you dizzy. Delirious, even.
You softly hummed around his length as you resumed putting your mouth to work and felt a shudder ripple throughout his entire body, his thighs tensing beneath your palm. The room filled with obscene sounds of your lips sloppily sucking and swallowing his cock. Spit dribbled down your chin and pooled in your lap, mixing with your own arousal.
The glow from his monitors bathed your tears with an otherworldly purple light. When you looked like this, it always justified his decision to keep you in this state.
He could see you were just as turned on by all this from how often your legs would quiver whenever he elicited a sound. Your hand even dared to slip between your thighs to take care of that ache but you knew better than to touch yourself without his permission. The tail buried inside you sent small, rippling jolts of pleasure that you had to ignore, lest you anger him with your lack of focus.
You were so well-behaved that not even the pain from bruised knees could coax a complaint from your lips. So out of what he considered kindness, he gave you a small gesture, allowing you to pause.
“Breathe,” he said.
You released him with a wet pop, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet room. You panted softly, drool still coating your lips, and when you looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes, you saw a flicker of satisfaction on his face.
Unfortunately, this brief moment of generosity was just that—a moment. Because Fyodor wasn’t done with you.
With a sharp tug of your leash, he forced you back to his cock, “Now finish cleaning me up,” his voice was eerily warm for someone who had you shackled by the neck.
The look he gave you was pitiful but you didn’t hesitate. You took him deep again, sucking him with renewed intensity. This time, when your lips reached his base, he took the opportunity to enjoy you fully, tilting his head back while his Adam’s apple bobbed at the feeling of your wet mouth clenching around him.
“You’re…” a drawn out, breathy moan escaped his chest, “…doing so well. How exquisite.”
His grip on the leash got tighter, twisting the chain around his hand so he could buck repeatedly into your mouth. You could feel his fat tip prodding the back of your throat which made you gag and slurp again and again.
In. Out. In. Out.
It was filthy and rough and the bell around your neck jingled with each thrust. At this point, you weren't sure what you wanted more—his thick hot cum spluttering inside you or some damn air.
“Take it deeper,” he slurred, his body shuddering as your throat desperately stretched to accommodate his length, struggling to keep up with his ruthless pace
You were a mess of spit and tears and he ogled every time it would disappear behind your poor little, beaten lips.
"You can do it," he said—but this was far from encouragement.
He was taunting you, just another attempt to bully one more helpless gag out of you. And he observed you as he pounded your mouth, you felt his balls lewdly slap your chin.
“Want it, kitten?” Your vision was blurred by your tears but you blinked up at him anyway. Yes, yes, yes. Please!
“Think you’ve been good enough?” His voice lowered but it was laced with urgency.
He wanted to finish and you craved for him to finish in you.
You slurped around him, breathing through your nose while his cock impossibly stiffened and ached. After a deep breath, you took the entire thing in one go and held it at the base.
“God…” he hissed through clenched teeth.
The last thing you heard was a long grunt when he finally came. His hips jerked forward in one final thrust, forcing himself deep into your throat before pulling out, his hand pumping himself as hot ropes of cum splattered across your face.
The first burst hit your lips, the second painted your cheeks, and the third dripped down to your chest, each twitch of his cock sending more cum spilling across your skin. The broken whimper that followed was strangled and raw, enough to make you shudder.
Giving himself to you like this wasn’t a common occurrence so he always came so much, and seeing his face twisted in pleasure like this almost had you cumming untouched.
Sometimes he missed finishing inside you, to have the warmth of your walls squelching around him as he drained his balls, all while you struggled to take it—but dirtying you up was another form of entertainment in itself.
He leaned back on his chair, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. Admiring you through half-lidded eyes, he was pleased with the mess he left on your face.
“Such diligence,” he muttered as he used the still-throbbing tip of cock to smear his seed across your cheek, making sure to cover every spot he might have missed, “What a pretty, impure little sight you are.”
You remained on your knees, staring up at him through the sticky mess, sheepishly waiting for the next unpredictable thing he had up his sleeves. The air between you was hot, and you ached to be touched—to be praised again. Your body burned for it but Fyodor wasn’t in any hurry.
With languid motion, he dragged your leash back between his legs, the chain clattering as he did. “You missed a spot,” he pointed out.
Without hesitation, you carefully lapped up the remnants of his seed from his softening length. Another strangled moan poured from his lips, the aftershock of his orgasm still making him tense in your mouth.
When you were done, you licked your lips clean of any lingering mess. His eyes were sharp as they met yours and for a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of your breathing.
“You’ve done well,” he finally said. “But don’t think for a second that we’re finished.”
Fyodor stood up, letting out one last sigh before savouring the picture of your naked, cum-streaked body. With an unreadable expression on his face, he towered over you as he adjusted his pants. There was an air of finality around him as he looked down at you.
“Stay like that,” he didn't bat an eye as he sat back down, swiveling his chair back to his desk, “We’ll continue later.”
“Yes, Fedya,” you hoarsely responded after what felt like a lifetime. Hearing his words made you gulp, you almost forgot you had a voice after he had just abused your throat.
As he resumed his work, you stayed in place, a silent, obedient pet at his feet, knowing that this was only the tip of the iceberg.
pairing: lohen x fem! witch, dendro user reader, second part to this.
summary: months into their relationship, lohen is still more than willing to help with her research. this time, however, the results are… unexpected.
warnings: established relationship, no use of Y/N, third person narration, use of sweetheart as a petname. english is not my first language, i apologize if there are any spelling or grammatical errors. explicit sexual content: aphrodisiac/sex pollen, dubious consent (lohen agrees with everything, always, but i'll put it here just in case), multiple orgasms, bondage and restraint, misuse of dendro vision for sex, marking (biting and hickeys), oral sex (male receiving), power play, light dom/sub, dirty talk, begging, p in v sex, teasing, unprotected sex. let me know if I forgot anything.
word count: 14.1k
a/n: i don't know when it surpassed 10k words, it just happened. i held a poll and the results showed that you preferred nsfw content, so here we are. i apologize if the explicit sexual content isn't all that amazing, i still find it a bit difficult to write, which is why it took me so long. anyway, i hope you enjoy it!!!
It wasn't long after their first meeting that all of Mondstadt knew about their relationship. While it was obvious that it would become known quickly, it wasn't because rumors spread fast in Mondstadt, but because the Vice-Captain wanted everyone to know.
Lohen mentioned her whenever he could, constantly. During patrols, meetings, training sessions, even casual conversations that had absolutely nothing to do with her somehow still circled back to her.
He was hopelessly and embarrassingly devoted to the witch living outside the city.
And the laughter and comments of others did not embarrass him, did not stop him, but quite the opposite. They seemed to function as motivation, as if they only encouraged him to do more, to be more affectionate, more shameless, more eager to follow her around her cottage carrying crates, gathering herbs, chopping ingredients, or allowing himself to become what Lisa jokingly referred to as the witch’s favorite lab rat. Lohen personally preferred the term devoted assistant, and she preferred willing lover.
And in a way, they were all right.
Over the months they had been a couple, they’d tested harmless sleep tinctures, enchanted teas, truth serums that made Lohen spend forty uninterrupted minutes praising her beauty in an incredible detailed way, and even a pastry experiment that had temporarily caused glowing flowers to bloom in his hair every time she kissed him. And Lohen had love every second of it.
“Most men would fear being experimented on by a witch,” she had said during one of the first tests together.
Lohen, sprawled comfortably across her couch with his hair a dark color, different from usual, and his eyes a more bluish color, thanks to the appearance-changing potion, had only smiled lazily. “Well yes, most men are weak… And you know I'm not like them, I’m better.”
And she knew it. Lohen was the most obedient, the most willing, the most... devoted, ready to help her try anything.
And he was going to prove it to her once again.
It all started with Varka, again. Specifically, with the crate he dropped onto her kitchen table one rainy afternoon.
“Straight from Sumeru!” he’d announced proudly. “Exotic herbs, flowers, spores, roots. The researchers there said you’d probably know what to do with this,” then he had paused. “Actually, they also told me not to mix some of them together.”
That had been the least helpful warning imaginable. Especially to a curious witch like her, she had a fascination with trying things she shouldn't, investigating and experimenting with things she didn't know.
For three days she sorted through the ingredients carefully, identifying properties, reactions, magical traces, describing everything down to the smallest detail in her notebook. Most of them were harmless, some medicinal, others are a bit more fun, some have stranger and more curious effects and a few mildly dangerous.
And then, there was that one flower. With deep crimson petals, dusted with golden pollen and a scent just sweet enough to put her immediately on edge.
The moment she crushed a few petals beneath the mortar’s pestle, she knew the flower was anything but ordinary. Heat unfurled slowly through the air around her, subtle at first, then almost dizzying, carrying with it an intoxicating aroma that clung to her senses despite the small amount she had used.
Curiosity overpowered caution soon enough. She continued testing it, documenting every reaction with growing unease as hurried notes accumulated across the margins of her notebook. Heightened stimulation. Noticeable amplification of the senses. Emotional responses intensified beyond normal parameters. Each observation seemed to build upon the last, forming an increasingly alarming pattern until, at the bottom of the page, she underlined her final conclusion twice: Potentially catastrophic aphrodisiac.
And that was precisely why she should have gotten rid of it; it was perhaps too dangerous, especially seeing that it seemed to have such a large effect in such a small amount, much more than any aphrodisiac she had studied before.
But the curious, fascinated part of her, the alchemist in her, the side that swelled with pride at having managed to extract and create something so rare, ultimately proved stronger than her better judgment. Because in the end, she kept a sample. A tiny one, carefully sealed away under the excuse of ‘research purposes.’ She had no intention of using it, of course, it was merely a keepsake of her discovery, a small trophy commemorating her success.
Unfortunately, she had overlooked one very important detail.
Lohen spent more time in her cottage than at the headquarters of the Knights of Favonius, and he was every bit as inquisitive as she was. So, it took him far less time than it should have to find the sample she had hidden away.
“You made a mysterious potion and didn’t tell me?” he asked, sounding genuinely betrayed. "You hurt me, sweetheart."
She looked up from her notes flatly. “It’s potentially dangerous.”
“And?” he questioned, as if that weren't reason enough to justify not having said anything about it.
“And I’m not giving it to you, Lohen.”
He leaned against the doorway of the kitchen, arms crossed, clearly unconvinced by her words. “Why not?”
“Because I don’t know exactly what it’ll do yet.”
“That’s what makes it interesting,” he smiled excitedly, causing her to frown.
“That is what makes it concerning.”
“Oh, there she is,” he murmured fondly, unable to stop looking at her, his eyes almost shining. “My beautiful and responsible witch.”
She looked at him with narrowed eyes. “Don’t flirt your way around this, Sir.”
“I’m not flirting, sweetheart.”
“You called me beautiful and looked at me like that,” she answered, raising an eyebrow, while he smiled trying to look innocent.
“I call you beautiful constantly.”
"Yes, but you used that voice you use when you want something and that look you know the effect it has on me, I already know your tricks, Vice-Captain.”
Letting out a low laugh, Lohen pushed off the doorway and crossed toward her worktable, gaze dropping toward the small glass vial which he was holding in his hand as he placed it on the table. The liquid inside shimmered dark gold beneath the candlelight, looking irresistible, as if it were calling to be drunk.
“You tested it already?” he asked, standing next to her.
“On diluted elemental reactions only.”
“And?”
“And I’m fairly certain it acts as an extremely intense aphrodisiac.”
Lohen stared at her in silence, blinking several times without saying a word or making any gesture, until finally a sound of surprise escaped his lips. “Oh,” that single word carried entirely too much interest.
She pointed at him immediately, shaking her head and causing the witch's hat she was wearing to wobble a little, but it didn't fall off thanks to Lohen gently holding it. “No, don’t even think about it.”
“What?”
“You’re making that face.”
“What face?” he questioned, pretending not to understand what was happening.
“The one that means you’re about to volunteer yourself for something reckless.”
His smile widened slowly. “I love that you know me so well, sweetheart. But I promise I have a good argument,” he said smoothly, “if not me, then who?”
She groaned softly and set her quill down. “Lohen, no.”
“I’m serious.”
“More like delirious if you think I'm going to let you try it,” she muttered. “You are absolutely not drinking an unidentified aphrodisiac flower potion for my research.”
“Again,” he said reasonably, “who else would you trust? I am your most reliable test subject, your partner, your volunteer.”
“You’re impossible,” she sighed.
“And yet you love me madly”
“…Unfortunately.”
He grinned like that answer alone had already secured victory, and then his expression softened slightly as he crouched beside her chair. “I trust you,” he said quietly. The teasing remained in his eyes, but beneath it sat genuine sincerity. “You’d never let anything truly happen to me.”
Her chest tightened helplessly. Archons, that man was going to be the end of her.
“Lohen, I still don’t know how strong the effects could be,” she warned, struggling to keep her voice steady. “I don’t know how much it might affect you or how your body will react to it.”
“Then you’ll monitor me.”
“And if something goes wrong?”
“You’ll fix it.” His answer came without hesitation, spoken with such unwavering certainty that it stole the breath from her lungs. “I meant what I said before. I trust you completely,” his gaze softened as he drew her a little closer by the waist. “I have absolute faith in you and your abilities.” Then, quieter this time, even more gentle. “I’m not worried,” he murmured. “Because I have you, sweetheart.”
The way he said it, low and warm against her skin, was devastating enough on its own. But paired with the look in his eyes, with the gentle touch of his nose brushing against hers, with the slow circles his thumb traced over her waist as though he already knew she was losing the argument… it became impossible to resist him. And he knew it.
She let out a slow, defeated breath, closing her eyes for a brief moment as if trying to gather what remained of her resolve. It was useless. Every bit of caution she had clung to was crumbling beneath his touch, his voice, the impossible certainty with which he looked at her. When she finally opened her eyes again, there was reluctant surrender shining in them.
“…Okay,” she muttered softly, already knowing she was going to regret how easily he affected her. The corner of his mouth lifted immediately, smug and warm all at once, but she pressed a hand lightly against his chest before he could say anything. “No teasing,” she warned, though the lack of firmness in her voice ruined the effect entirely. “You won, alright? We’ll do it.”
His expression softened at once, satisfaction melting into something gentler, more affectionate, and the way his hands settled more securely at her waist made her heart stumble again.
“But,” she continued quickly, trying to salvage at least a little dignity. “We’re doing this carefully. I’m monitoring everything, and the second I think something is wrong, we stop immediately.”
Lohen’s gaze never left hers as he leaned in just enough for his forehead to rest against hers.
“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” he murmured, far too pleased with himself. He was sure that the experiment was going to be very interesting and educational.
At first, nothing happened.
Lohen sat comfortably across from her at the kitchen table, one elbow resting lazily against the wood while she observed him carefully over the rim of her notebook.
“No dizziness?” she asked.
“No.”
“Heart rate normal?”
“Mhm, beating only for you.”
“Vision changes?”
“Only the usual overwhelming distraction caused by your beautiful face, sweetheart.”
She sighed deeply and continued writing. “Lohen focus, please.”
“I am focused.”
“You’re flirting.”
“I can multitask, one of my many talents.”
Ten minutes passed. Then twenty and still nothing.
She was beginning to suspect the potion had either failed entirely or required stronger concentration when suddenly Lohen went quiet. She immediately focused her gaze on him, noticing the tension in his shoulders.
“…Lohen? Are you okay?”
He inhaled slowly through his nose. “There it is.”
Her attention sharpened instantly. “What are you feeling?”
“Warm.”
“How warm?”
“Not painful,” his brows furrowed faintly. “Just… is like something spreading inside, everywhere.”
She took notes as she noticed how the changes in him were gradually becoming evident. The tips of his ears had begun turning pink and his pupils looked slightly larger too, his breathing quickening a little.
“Any other change?” she asked carefully, holding his wrist for a few seconds to measure his pulse.
Lohen swallowed once. “…More sensitive.”
“How so?”
He leaned back slightly in the chair, exhaling slowly. “It feels like everything’s sharper suddenly,” his voice had lowered slightly. “Your perfume, the candles, your voice, everything, specially you.”
Her writing slowed slightly, observing him, analyzing his reaction, his gestures, his face. “And physically?”
A faint shiver rolled visibly through him then, his gaze flickered toward her hand hat was now resting near the notebook. “When you touched my wrist earlier,” he said quietly, his gaze fixed on hers. “It felt like an electric current running beneath my skin.” His fingers curled slightly at his side, as though remembering it even now. “I could still feel it minutes later, as if I still had your touch.”
Her breath caught slightly despite herself. “And now?”
Lohen laughed softly under his breath, though it sounded strained around the edges. “Now I’m trying very hard not to think about you touching me again.”
Heat curled unexpectedly through her stomach but she ignored it, mostly at least. She nodded, continuing with her notes while they waited a few more minutes to see how his condition would continue to evolve.
“Any discomfort?” she inquired, her eyes fixed attentively on him.
“No.”
“Pain?”
“No, sweetheart.”
“Can you still think clearly?”
He looked at her then, directly, and the sheer intensity in his expression nearly made her lose her train of thought entirely. “Barely,” he admitted, taking her by surprise.
The warmth beneath his skin seemed more obvious now, a faint flush spreading slowly across his throat while his pupils continued dilating wider and wider the longer he stared at her. And he was staring, constantly, like he physically couldn’t stop, as if taking his eyes off her would kill him.
“How strong are the urges currently?”
His jaw tightened slightly before he could answer. “…Manageable,” the way he had said it, with a half-strangled voice, the Adam's apple moving with difficulty in his neck and his eyes fixed on it, made it more than obvious that he was lying.
She stood immediately and moved toward one of the cabinets, taking out another small bottle, this time with a violet liquid. “After obtaining the sample, I looked for a way to make an antidote, just in case.”
Behind her came a soft laugh. “You really prepared for everything.”
“Unlike you, I think ahead.”
"Another one of the many things I adore about you,” he said, causing her to roll her eyes while waving the small vial.
But the moment she turned back toward him, her breathing became shallow and her lips parted slightly in surprise, because Lohen looked wrecked. He was still seated, still trying to behave, but barely. His hands flexed slowly against his knees like he was physically restraining himself from reaching for her, his breathing had deepened and the look in his eyes… It looked almost hungry now.
“You should take this,” she said softly, holding out the antidote.
Lohen stared at the vial, then at her and then very deliberately at her mouth, while licking his lower lip. “…Question,” he murmured.
“What?”
“If not the antidote…” His voice had gone rough around the edges. “What other solutions are theorized?”
Heat rushed instantly into her face. “I mean, there are rumors,” she admitted carefully. “But nothing verified, nothing too certain.”
“What kind of rumors, sweetheart?”
The nickname should not have affected her as much as it did in that precise moment. Lohen had been calling her that since the day they met, shamelessly slipping the endearment into conversation with that infuriating confidence of his until it eventually became something familiar, something warm. Over time, it had grown softer around the edges, threaded with unmistakable affection and quiet tenderness.
But this time… this time it sounded different. This time, the word left his lips low and rough, steeped in something far more dangerous than fondness alone. There was restraint in it, strained thin at the edges, but beneath that restraint lurked hunger, deep, aching and barely contained. The sound of it wrapped around her like heat crawling beneath her skin, making her pulse stutter helplessly.
She hesitated, only for a second, but he noticed immediately. Of course he did. he was watching her with the sharp focus of a hunter tracking prey, attentive to every tiny reaction she gave him no matter how subtle. And somehow, her hesitation only seemed to intrigue him further. Something darkened in his expression then, not cruel, never cruel, but intent, interested, starving. His gaze dipped briefly to her mouth before returning to her eyes, enough to make her breath catch.
“...Physical intimacy may counteract the effects,” she said quietly. “Temporarily, at least.” Silence followed, a silence that felt heavy, even dangerous in a good way, thick enough to suffocate the air between them.
For one suspended moment, Lohen simply stared at her as though the words had not fully settled in his mind yet, as though he was forcing himself to process them carefully instead of reacting immediately. She could practically see the restraint straining inside him, stretched painfully thin. Then he stood, slowly. The movement itself looked deliberate, controlled with visible effort, but the second he straightened to his full height, a sharp shiver rolled through him from shoulders to spine, powerful enough that she noticed it instantly. His hand tightened briefly against the edge of the table beside him, knuckles whitening for half a second before relaxing again.
Her breath caught, the effects were worsening faster than she had anticipated.
Heat seemed to radiate from him now, subtle but unmistakable, filling the small space of the cottage until it became harder to think clearly herself. His breathing had deepened, slower than before but heavier somehow, and every muscle in his body appeared taut with restraint, as though he was holding himself back through sheer force of will alone. When he lifted his gaze to her again, the sight nearly made her pulse stumble. His pupils had blown wide enough to consume almost all the colour in his eyes, leaving only a thin ring of colour visible around the edges. Hunger burned there openly now, dark and intense enough to make warmth curl low in her stomach despite herself.
“Physical intimacy,” he repeated softly. The words came out rougher than before, quieter too, as though speaking required effort. His gaze did not leave her face for even a second while he said it. It dragged over her slowly afterward, unbearably attentive, and she suddenly became acutely aware of every inch of exposed skin, every shallow breath she took. Another shiver passed through him, smaller this time, and he exhaled through his nose with visible control. “Sweetheart,” he murmured after a moment, voice low enough to send heat racing up her spine, “you really should’ve led with that part.”
Her throat suddenly felt dry. “It’s only a theory.”
“Mhm.”
“You should still take the antidote, Lohen.”
Lohen crossed the space between them carefully, as though moving too fast might snap whatever fragile restraint he still possessed. Every step looked measured, deliberate, but she could see the tension coiled beneath it, in the tightness of his shoulders and in the way his fingers flexed once at his side like he was resisting the urge to reach for her immediately.
When he finally stopped in front of her, he was close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body. It wrapped around her instantly, warm and dizzying, carrying traces of cedar, leather and something distinctly him beneath the lingering sweetness of the flower’s effects. His gaze dipped briefly toward the antidote vial still clutched in her hand before lifting back to her eyes.
“Or,” he murmured, voice low and wrecked and wanting enough to send heat down her spine. “We could test the theory properly.”
The words sent a pulse of heat straight down her spine.
She hesitated. The antidote remained loosely trapped between her fingers while Lohen stood impossibly close, close enough that one small movement would bring them flush together. The warmth pouring off his skin felt almost feverish now and she became painfully aware of how uneven his breathing had grown.
“Lohen,” she said softly, trying very hard not to focus on the way his eyes kept drifting to her mouth between sentences. “You’re not thinking clearly right now.”
A quiet laugh escaped him, breathless around the edges. “My love,” he murmured, the endearment sounding almost unbearably tender despite the roughness in his voice. “I never think clearly when you’re near me.”
Heat bloomed instantly across her cheeks. Archons, even now, even half-drunk on the effects of a dangerously potent aphrodisiac, he still flirted with her as naturally as breathing.
“The potion is affecting your judgment,” she insisted weakly, though her voice lacked any real conviction now.
“It’s affecting a great many things,” he admitted honestly, his gaze dragging slowly over her face before settling back on her eyes with enough intensity to make her stomach tighten. “But not that, I am really sure of that.”
“You shouldn’t decide something like this while under the effects of an unknown aphrodisiac.”
Lohen stepped closer again, close enough now that the antidote vial trapped between them pressed lightly against his chest. And the reaction it caused in him was immediate, a visible shiver rolled through his entire body at the contact, his eyes fluttered shut briefly, like he was fighting to steady himself, and when they opened again the restraint inside them looked dangerously thin.
“You don’t understand,” he said quietly. “I already wanted you before this.” The words settled between them, warm and heavy enough to steal the air from her lungs. His gaze held hers with almost painful intensity now, honest in a way that made her chest tighten. “I always want you,” he admitted softly. “I want to hold you. I want you in my arms whenever I can get you there,” his fingers tightened faintly at her waist as though the confession itself cost him restraint. “Half the time you’re talking to me, I’m trying not to think about pulling you closer. This only…” he exhaled shakily, jaw tightening as another tremor passed through him. “Intensified it.”
“Lohen…”
“I’m serious,” his hands remained carefully at her waist, gentle despite the tension visibly straining through him, like he was still trying, desperately trying, to behave even while every instinct inside him screamed otherwise. “If you tell me no,” he said softly, voice quieter now, almost reverent despite the hunger threaded through it, “I’ll drink the antidote.”
That alone nearly undid her. Because he meant it, even like this, even visibly suffering through whatever hellish concoction she had created. He was still placing the decision entirely in her hands.
“But if you’re asking whether I want you…” his jaw tightened faintly, like even the question itself strained something inside him. “Archons, sweetheart.” A helpless laugh escaped him then, the sound thick with frustration and need. He dropped his forehead briefly against hers, exhaling shakily as though trying to steady himself and failing miserably. “You have no idea,” he murmured hoarsely. “You have no idea how badly I want you.”
His fingers flexed against her waist, restrained tension trembling through the movement.
“I fucking need you,” the confession came out rougher, almost desperate now, like the words had been dragged out of him against his will. His breathing faltered for a second before he continued, quieter but somehow even more devastating. “Need to touch you. Need to hold you,” his eyes lifted back to hers, blown dark with aching want. “Need you close enough that I can’t think about anything else. “It’s always like this,” he admitted quietly, the confession slipping out of him before he could stop it. His gaze stayed fixed on hers, painfully intense, stripped completely bare now. “You probably wouldn’t even like being inside my head,” he murmured with a breathless, almost self-deprecating laugh. “You’d see how bad it really is. The things I think about when it comes to you…” his fingers tightened faintly at her waist again, like he needed the contact to ground himself.
“Archons,” he shook his head once, visibly overwhelmed by the admission alone. “Sometimes I think you’d be terrified if you knew how much I need you,” he confessed softly, the words sounding almost torn out of him. “Not just like this. Not because of the potion.” His gaze dropped briefly, like admitting it aloud made him feel too exposed, too vulnerable. “It’s constant,” he murmured. “You’re in my head all the time.” A shaky breath left him. “Sometimes it feels less like wanting and more like… an addiction I never learned how to survive. Like my body recognizes you before my mind even has the chance to catch up.” His fingers flexed weakly against her waist. “Like being near you is the only time something inside me finally settles. And when you’re not with me,” he admitted, quieter now, “I still catch myself reaching for you.”
Another breathless laugh escaped him, strained around the edges.
“Sweetheart… if you could see the inside of my mind, you’d probably realize this stopped being reasonable a long time ago.”
“You don’t mean all of that.”
“I do.”
“It’s the potion talking.”
Lohen shook his head immediately. “No,” he said firmly. “The potion only removed what little self-control I had left,” his forehead dropped lightly against hers then, his skin fever-warm, almost burning against her own. The contact drew a shaky breath from him, like even something as innocent as this had become overwhelming now. His hands tightened faintly at her waist before relaxing again, as though he was painfully aware of every ounce of pressure he put on her. “You think I haven’t imagined something like this before?” A strained laugh slipped out of him, quiet and breathless. “Half the time I’m around you, I’m trying to act like I’m not completely losing my mind over the fact that you’re standing so close to me. I’ve imagined kissing you until neither of us can think straight… Pulling you into my lap whenever you look at me like this.” His voice dipped lower. “Keeping you underneath me just so I could hear those little sounds you make when I touch you.”
The confession visibly cost him composure. She could feel it in the uneven way he breathed, in the tension wound tight beneath his skin.
“And if I need to get on my knees and beg for you properly,” he murmured, gaze dark and devastatingly sincere as it locked onto hers again, “I will.”
Her breath caught sharply. “Lohen…”
“I mean it,” his fingers tightened faintly at her waist. “Don’t leave me like this.” There was desperation creeping into his voice now beneath all the devotion and teasing, painfully intense, focused entirely on her. “Please,” he whispered. “I only want you. I need you.”
Archons.
That destroyed the last of her resistance almost instantly. She exhaled slowly, the sound shaky despite her best efforts. Every rational thought in her mind was still screaming at her that this was reckless, irresponsible, an absolutely terrible idea.
Unfortunately, Lohen was looking at her like she hung the stars over Mondstadt, trembling with restraint while still waiting for her permission like it was the only thing that mattered. And she was only human, a human weak for him.
“…Fine.”
Lohen went completely still.
For one suspended heartbeat, he simply stared at her as though he wasn’t entirely certain he had heard correctly. The tension running through him froze all at once, sharp and stunned, before something softer, something dangerously adoring, flooded his expression so quickly it made her chest tighten. The look he gave her afterward bordered on reverent, like she had just handed him something precious. And somehow, impossibly, that expression alone made heat rush straight to her face faster than any of his shameless flirting ever had.
But before he could speak, she immediately lifted a finger toward him in warning. “Under my conditions.”
The Vice-Captain of the Fifth Company nodded so fast it was almost embarrassing. “Anything.”
“You’re still technically my test subject.”
“I happily volunteer.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I, my love.”
Her lips twitched despite herself and the sight of it seemed to affect him instantly. His gaze dropped to her mouth again with visible hunger before he caught himself, inhaling sharply through his nose like even that tiny expression of amusement from her nearly shattered whatever restraint he still possessed.
“Sweetheart,” he said quietly, sounding genuinely overwhelmed now, “you have no idea how difficult you’re making it for me to behave.”
She stepped closer, fingers sliding lightly beneath his chin to tilt his face toward hers. “I want to continue observing the effects,” she murmured softly.
Lohen looked moments away from losing his mind entirely. “You can observe whatever you want,” he said immediately.
“That eager?”
“My love,” he breathed, looking at her like she personally held the fate of his soul in her hands, “you could ask me to sign my life away right now and I’d ask where to place the signature.”
A laugh escaped her and Lohen visibly shuddered at the sound. “Gods, don’t laugh like that right now,” he muttered weakly. “You’re making this worse.”
“And yet you still agreed.”
“Enthusiastically,” he confirmed it, nodding his head.
“Poor decision-making skills,” she said, unable to suppress the smile that blossomed on her lips.
“Severely compromised by how beautiful you are.”
She barely had time to roll her eyes before Lohen suddenly moved.
One moment he was standing in front of her, looking entirely too pleased with himself, and the next his arms slid beneath her knees and around her waist with effortless confidence. A startled sound escaped her as the floor disappeared beneath her feet.
“Lohen!”
“I’m being efficient,” he replied smoothly, already carrying her toward the hallway before she could properly protest.
“You’re impossible.”
A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, warm despite the visible strain still lingering beneath it. “You like me impossible.”
Unfortunately, she did. Very much. Especially like that, carrying her through the cottage as though she weighed nothing at all, one arm firm beneath her legs while the other held her securely against his chest. Even in his current state, every touch remained careful, almost instinctively protective despite the tension visibly coiled through him. She could feel it in the tightness of his muscles beneath her hands, in the uneven rhythm of his breathing against her temple, in the way his fingers flexed slightly whenever she shifted in his arms.
The effects of the flower were only getting worse. Every accidental brush of her fingertips against the exposed skin of his neck seemed to hit him like a physical blow now. His breath would catch immediately afterward, shoulders tightening for half a second before he forced himself to relax again.
By the time they reached the bedroom, Lohen already looked thoroughly unraveled. His pupils remained blown wide enough to swallow nearly all the colour in his eyes, and there was a flush spread across his skin now that hadn’t been there earlier. He set her down carefully beside the bed, though his hands lingered at her waist for one extra second before he reluctantly stepped back.
Her pulse skipped traitorously at the sight of him standing there. Archons, the man looked devastating.
She pointed toward the bed, forcing herself to maintain at least some degree of composure.
“Lay down.”
Lohen obeyed immediately. Without hesitation, without teasing argument, not even the faintest attempt to challenge her authority.
And honestly, that affected her far more than it should have.
He stretched back against the mattress, eyes following her every movement with open anticipation as she approached slowly. There was trust in that gaze too, complete and unquestioning, threaded so naturally beneath all the hunger that it made warmth tighten painfully in her chest.
He was waiting, watching her, looking completely hers in this moment and the realization sent another dangerous thrill through her body.
Then soft green light flickered around her fingertips, which he noticed instantly. His eyes widened just slightly before recognition settled over his expression, followed almost immediately by a slow, delighted grin that made heat rush straight to her face.
“Oh?”
The amused sound barely left his mouth before thick ivy curled upward from beneath the bedframe. The vines moved smoothly at her command, winding around his wrists first before securing them carefully, but firmly, against the wood above his head. Then came his ankles, restrained just as effectively beneath twisting green vines that tightened enough to hold him in place without causing pain.
A feeling similar to that time when they had first met and she had tied him to a post.
Lohen exhaled shakily the moment the restraints settled around him. Not fearful, Archons, no. If anything, the idea of him restrained seemed to affect him even more. His head tipped back briefly against the pillows as though he needed a second to process it, throat working visibly before he looked at her again with flushed cheeks and pupils blown impossibly dark.
The expression on his face bordered on worshipful now. Entirely too pleased and too affected.
“You really have no business looking that beautiful while tying me up,” he murmured, eyes following her every movement with shameless appreciation as she removed her hat and carefully placed it aside. The warm candlelight caught briefly in her hair afterward, softening her features in a way that made his breath hitch again. “I swear every time you use those vines on me, I fall in love with you a little harder.”
She stifled a laugh when she saw his completely lovestruck gaze. It was ridiculous, honestly. Completely ridiculous. The man was restrained to her bed, visibly half out of his mind from an aphrodisiac strong enough to make his hands shake, and somehow, he still looked at her like she was the most breathtaking thing he had ever seen.
“There’s something deeply wrong with you,” she informed him, unable to fully suppress her smile now. “You know that, right?”
“Oh, sweetheart, I’ve known that for years.” His grin widened immediately, mischievous despite the heat still burning behind his eyes. “But thank the Archons they sent me someone just as concerning as I am.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly in mock offense. “I am not concerning.”
Lohen actually laughed at that, low and warm and entirely unconvinced. The sound softened into something fonder as he shifted lightly against the restraints, the vines creaking faintly around his wrists. “My love,” he said gently, “The first time we trained together, you threatened me with carnivorous plants.”
“They were defensive plants.”
“You said they could dissolve bone.”
“They can dissolve bone.”
“That does not help your argument.”
She rolled her eyes, though the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her far too easily. Lohen watched it happen like a man witnessing something sacred, completely enthralled by even the smallest changes in her expression.
Slowly, she stepped closer again. The mattress dipped softly beneath her knees as she climbed onto the bed, settling carefully between his legs. The movement drew an immediate reaction from him. His breath caught sharply, shoulders tightening against the pillows while his gaze darkened with helpless intensity.
Her fingers drifted toward the fastening of his shirt, brushing lightly against the fabric stretched across his chest. The contact earned another visible shiver from him, one strong enough that the vines around his wrists creaked faintly in response.
“Well,” she murmured, slipping open the first button slowly, “if you’re technically my test subject, I should probably continue observing how sensitive you’ve become.”
Lohen let out a shaky laugh at that, though it dissolved halfway into a breath the moment her fingertips brushed accidentally against the warm skin beneath his collar. His head tipped back briefly, throat working hard.
“Sweetheart,” he warned softly, voice already strained, “you’re discovering entirely too quickly that I’m weak for you.”
Another button came undone and then another. With each inch of exposed skin, his reactions only worsened. A faint tremor ran through him every time her fingers grazed him, his breathing growing progressively more uneven beneath her careful attention. And the worst part, the part making heat creep steadily higher into her own face, was how openly affected he allowed himself to be. No shame, no attempt to hide it, just completely beneath her touch.
His eyes never left her face while she pushed the loosened fabric aside, exposing more of his chest. The look in them nearly made her lose her composure entirely, dark with want but softer too, threaded through with so much affection it almost hurt to look at directly.
“There it is again,” he murmured quietly.
She blinked. “What?”
“That look you get when you’re focused.” His smile softened, utterly smitten. “You have no idea how beautiful you are when you’re studying something.”
Her fingers paused briefly against his chest. “You’re flirting while tied up and half delirious.”
“And somehow it’s still working.”
Unfortunately for her dignity, it absolutely was.
Clicking her tongue, she leaned down and kissed him. The reaction was immediate, a sharp breath caught in Lohen’s throat the second her lips touched his, his entire body tightening beneath her as though she had struck something unbearably sensitive. The restrained sound he made against her mouth nearly undid her on the spot, low and shaky and so obviously affected that warmth curled instantly through her chest.
He kissed her back like a starving man despite the vines keeping his wrists pinned above his head. Every movement carried restraint stretched dangerously thin, his shoulders tensing whenever instinct told him to reach for her only for the ivy to hold him in place. Her hands slid upward slowly, fingers brushing across his shoulders before tracing down the exposed skin of his chest, and the contact earned another visible shiver from him. Goosebumps rose beneath her touch almost instantly, his breathing growing heavier each time her palms wandered lower.
Lohen’s head tipped back briefly against the pillows when she kissed along his jaw, then lower toward his throat. A strained exhale escaped him at the feeling of her mouth against his skin, the sound rough enough to send heat flooding straight through her.
“Sweetheart,” he breathed, already sounding wrecked, “you’re enjoying this entirely too much.” She hummed softly against his throat in response, entirely unapologetic.
The vines loosened slightly at her silent command, just enough for her to slide his shirt from his shoulders and tug it fully off him. The fabric disappeared somewhere onto the floor beside the bed moments later, leaving him bare beneath her hands. And Archons… That did not help her composure in the slightest. Lohen was already unfairly attractive under ordinary circumstances, but flushed and half undone beneath her, chest rising unevenly with every breath while ivy curled around his wrists, he looked genuinely devastating.
Worse still was the way he looked at her, completely open, trusting and overwhelmed by her.
Her fingertips drifted lower again, exploring slowly, deliberately testing the limits of his reactions now. Every brush of her nails against his skin made his muscles tense beneath her touch. Every kiss she pressed against his chest earned another shaky breath from him.
And when she finally reached the edge of his trousers, Lohen broke. A low, helpless sound escaped him before he could stop it, somewhere between a groan and a muffled moan, deep enough to vibrate through his chest. His head fell back against the pillows again, throat exposed as he inhaled sharply through clenched teeth, the noise sending a pulse of heat straight through her.
“Oh?” she murmured softly, fingertips resting just at the edge of his waistband. “That affected you more than expected.”
Lohen laughed weakly at that, though the sound dissolved immediately into another unsteady breath when her fingers shifted slightly. “My love,” he said hoarsely, eyes half-lidded now as he looked back at her, “at this point, breathing near me is affecting me.”
Her fingertips lingered at the waistband of his trousers, tracing the edge of the fabric with infuriating patience. Back and forth. Slow enough that it felt deliberate.
Every reaction was immediate.
She could feel the way his stomach tightened beneath her touch, muscles jumping instinctively whenever her fingers brushed too close to a particularly sensitive spot. His breathing, once merely uneven, had deteriorated into shallow, ragged pulls of air. Each exhale sounded strained, as though maintaining even the smallest amount of composure required conscious effort.
Leaning down, she pressed a soft kiss just below his navel and the response was instantaneous. Lohen's entire body tensed beneath her, a sharp breath escaped him before he could stop it, and the sound alone sent a flicker of satisfaction through her.
She continued downward at an agonizing pace, leaving a trail of lingering kisses across warm skin, without rushing, as if she were precisely planning everything she did. Every touch seemed calculated to observe, to test, to discover precisely where his limits were. And every discovery made her increasingly aware of how little restraint he had left.
The vines around his wrists shifted faintly as his hands flexed against them on instinct. Not enough to break free, just enough to reveal how badly he wanted to reach for her.
"God’s sake…" he breathed, the words emerged rough and unsteady.
She hummed thoughtfully, as though making a note of the reaction.
His eyes narrowed immediately. "You are enjoying this far too much."
A smile tugged at her mouth. "Research requires thorough observation, didn’t you know that?”
The look he gave her was almost offended.
Then her fingertips slipped beneath the edge of his waistband, barely enough to make contact, but it was enough to get a reaction from him. His breath caught sharply, every muscle in his body seemed to lock at once before slowly releasing again.
The reaction was fascinating under her eyes. And if she was being honest with herself, it was deeply satisfying, so she repeated the motion, letting her fingers brush lightly against warm skin before withdrawing again. Then once more, never giving him enough time to adjust, each touch left him looking progressively more undone. And by the third time, he had abandoned any attempt to hide it.
Lohen’s head rested against the pillows, eyes half-lidded and fixed entirely on her. The flush coloring his face had spread further now, and there was a tension in his expression that made it obvious exactly how much effort it was costing him to remain still.
Then, just as abruptly as she had started, she stopped, making Lohen look at her. She lifted her head, resting her chin lightly against him as she studied him with open curiosity, noticing how his chest rose and fell heavily, his pupils remained blown wide and every line of his body looked wound tight with anticipation.
"Tell me how you feel right now," she said softly.
For a second, he simply looked at her blinking, trying to process what he had asked her. Then a strained laugh escaped him. "You're conducting an interview?"
"I'm collecting data."
"Of course you are,” despite everything, a faint smile touched his mouth. But it lasted all of two seconds before another shaky breath ruined it. While she waited patiently, Lohen closed his eyes briefly before answering. "When you touch me, it feels like every nerve in my body notices,” the honesty in his voice made something warm twist inside her chest. "Everything feels stronger than it should. I can feel where you've touched me long after you've stopped, as if my body refuses to let go of it."
Her fingers drifted toward the fastening of his trousers, and for one glorious second, hope flashed across Lohen's face. Then she stopped, and the realization hit him almost immediately.
"You're doing that on purpose," he accused, though the complaint lacked any real bite.
A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Doing what?"
Lohen let out a disbelieving laugh and tipped his head back against the pillows. The vines shifted faintly as he moved, and when he looked at her again, there was a mixture of exasperation and unmistakable devotion in his eyes.
"Sweetheart," he said, voice rough with restraint, "I need you to stop conducting experiments on my patience."
That earned a quiet laugh from her. Unfortunately, hearing it only seemed to make things worse for him. His gaze followed her every movement, every tiny expression, as though she had become the center of his entire world. And so it was, she had become his whole world.
"Please," he murmured after a moment, the teasing finally giving way to something more vulnerable. "Do something. Anything, just... Do something, please, please sweetheart. I need more, more of you, more of this.”
She tilted her head slightly, studying him with a smile that was far too pleased with itself. The expression was playful, almost innocent on the surface, but her eyes betrayed her immediately. There was amusement there and something darker too. A mix of satisfaction, curiosity and the unmistakable thrill of discovering exactly how much power she held over him in that moment.
"Hmm,” her gaze drifted lazily over him, taking in every visible sign of his unraveling. "I don't know if you've earned it yet." The words drew an immediate reaction, Lohen let out a strained breath, his chest rising sharply before falling again. "You look so pretty like this," she continued softly. "All flushed and desperate."
His eyes closed briefly, the fact that she sounded genuinely pleased by that observation was almost worse than the teasing itself.
"Maybe I should make you wait a little longer."
The threat hung in the air between them and then her hand finally moved, the contact drew a sharp inhale from him. Every muscle in his body seemed to lock for a heartbeat before tension flooded through him all at once. His head tipped back against the pillows, a broken sound escaping before he could swallow it down.
The vines around his wrists tightened as his hands instinctively flexed against them, enough to reveal how badly he wanted more. A quiet, helpless noise slipped from him as he shifted beneath her touch, his entire body responding before his mind had a chance to catch up.
A small click of her tongue broke the silence. "You should already know struggling is pointless,” there was no real reprimand in her voice, only amusement. "We both know how strong my vines are.” The vines curled slightly against his wrists, almost as if responding to her words. "These aren't going anywhere until I decide otherwise."
Lohen laughed, a short, breathless sound that carried more frustration than humor. His composure was slipping faster now, every controlled breath seemed harder to manage than the last, every second stretched his patience thinner.
And she knew it.
"Sweetheart..." the nickname sounded rough, almost pleading. "Please,” the single word carried enough sincerity to make her heartbeat stumble. “Please, I beg you to do something,” his voice dropped lower, quieter, more vulnerable. “Anything, I don't fucking care what,” a shaky laugh escaped him. "Just don't stop touching me and then disappear again. Please, please, please.”
For several long seconds she simply looked at him in silence. Watching him, taking in the flushed skin, the uneven breathing, the way his eyes never once left her face. Then her expression finally gentled, the mischief remained but affection slipped through it now, warm and undeniable.
“Shh,” her voice came out quieter. "It's alright.” The words seemed to affect him immediately, because some of the tension left his shoulders. "You've been very patient, very obedient… and incredibly easy to study." Lohen groaned softly upon hearing how she praised him. "I think," she murmured, brushing a hand through his hair, "you've earned a small reward."
She hummed softly at his obedience, satisfaction flickering across her features as her attention finally shifted to the fastenings of his trousers. Her movements remained unhurried, deliberate enough to make his patience fray further with every passing second. She undid the button first, then the zipper, acutely aware of the way his breathing hitched in anticipation.
Lohen watched her through half-lidded eyes, every muscle in his body taut with expectation.
When she finally hooked her fingers beneath the fabric, he lifted his hips as much as the vines allowed, eager to help despite the restraints. The sight drew an amused smile from her.
"Look at you," she murmured. "So cooperative."
A strained laugh escaped him. "You've made it very difficult to be anything else."
The fabric slid slowly down his legs until it was discarded somewhere beside the bed. Freed at last, he exhaled shakily, his head falling briefly against the pillows as though the relief alone was enough to overwhelm him. His cock sprang up against his abdomen, flushed dark and painfully hard, already leaking at the tip, it was as if it were calling for her.
Her gaze lingered on him, enjoying the view, appreciating every detail that her eyes fell upon. And judging by the way heat immediately climbed higher into his cheeks, he knew exactly what she was doing.
"Sweetheart," he warned weakly.
"What?"
"You're staring, a lot.”
A smile tugged at her mouth. "Research."
"That excuse is getting less convincing every minute."
She laughed softly before her next move.
Her hand settled around him at last, careful at first, testing his reaction. The response was immediate, his entire body tensed beneath her touch before a shudder rolled through him from head to toe.
"Fuck—“ the curse escaped from his lips as his hips jerked upward, chasing her touch.
She stroked him slowly, more curious than hurried, watching every expression that crossed his face. His breathing grew increasingly uneven, chest rising and falling in sharp, ragged pulls while his fingers flexed helplessly against the restraints above his head.
She smiled, repeating the soft caress, letting her thumb brush over the sensitive head and spread the bead of precum. Every touch drew another hiss or low groan from him, his body twitching and straining against the vines as he tried to thrust into her fist.
"How does it feel now?" she asked softly, slipping back into her role as researcher despite the warmth steadily spreading through her own body, while she continued moving her hand up and down.
Lohen let out a gasp with a groan, a disbelieving breathless sound. "You are unbelievable."
"I'm asking a scientific question."
"Of course you are." His eyes closed briefly before opening again. "It feels like every nerve in my body is awake, I can feel everything… Fuck, don’t stop please, don’t stop.”
Deciding she had tortured him enough for now, she tightened her grip and began stroking him properly with firm, steady strokes from root to tip. Lohen let out a long, shuddering sigh of relief, his head falling back against the pillows as a deep, broken moan vibrated through his chest.
“Fuck yes…” he gasped, voice hoarse.
She kept her eyes on him the entire time, drinking in every reaction. The way his abs tensed and fluttered, how his thighs trembled, the way his cock throbbed hot and heavy in her hand, thick, flushed dark, and leaking steadily now, clear beads of precum sliding down the shaft and over her fingers with each slow, deliberate pump.
Lohen’s breathing was ragged, chest heaving as desperate little sounds fell from his parted lips, half-moans, half-whimpers that made heat pool low in her belly. His fingers twisted in the sheets, knuckles white, fighting the urge to grab her head and thrust.
But she wanted more, just like him. So, with a wicked little smile, she shifted lower between his spread legs, her hair brushing over his thighs. She held his gaze for one heartbeat longer, watching the raw anticipation flash across his face, then lowered her head and took him into her mouth without warning.
“Fuck—” Lohen’s moan was loud and wrecked, torn straight from his throat as wet, velvet heat enveloped the sensitive head of his cock. His hips jerked up instinctively before he forced them back down, trembling with the effort.
She didn’t tease this time because she wanted to feel him lose control. Her lips stretched wide around his thickness as she sank down, taking him as deep as she could in one smooth motion. The taste of him, salty, musky, purely masculine, flooded her tongue. She hummed around him, the vibration pulling another broken groan from his chest, her tongue pressed firmly along the thick vein on the underside, tracing it slowly while she sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks.
One hand stayed wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking in perfect rhythm with her mouth, twisting gently on the upstroke. The other slid up his tense abdomen, nails lightly scraping over his flexing muscles, feeling every twitch and shiver.
“Archons, sweetheart” he rasped, voice hoarse and wrecked. “Your mouth— Fuck, it’s so fucking good…”
She took him even deeper, relaxing her throat until her nose brushed against the dark hair at his base. The wet, obscene sounds of her sucking filled the room, filthy, slick and simply perfect. Saliva dripped down his shaft, coating her hand as she worked him faster, tighter, hotter.
It didn’t take long. Only a couple of minutes of her warm, wet mouth and rhythmic stroking had Lohen unraveling. His hips began to stutter, thrusting shallowly into her mouth as his control slipped. His entire body went rigid, powerful muscles locking up from his chest down to his trembling thighs.
“I’m… fuck, I’m going to—” he choked out, voice strained and desperate, cracking on the words.
She didn’t pull away. If anything, she took him deeper, sucking harder, her eyes locked on his face with wicked satisfaction.
Lohen came with a deep, guttural groan that bordered on a broken cry. His cock pulsed violently against her tongue as thick, hot spurts flooded her mouth. Wave after wave of his release coated her throat, and she swallowed greedily around him, milking every last drop with slow, firm strokes of her hand and rhythmic pulls of her lips. His body shuddered violently beneath her, abs clenching, thighs quivering as helpless moans spilled from his lips.
Only when his orgasm finally began to ebb did she ease off him slowly, letting his spent cock slip from her mouth with a wet, obscene sound. A thin string of saliva and cum connected her bottom lip to the flushed head for a moment before she licked it away, savoring the taste of him.
For a few moments, he simply lay there trying to recover. Trying being the important word.
A soft laugh escaped her as she brushed her fingers lightly across his thigh. “Gods, Lohen,” his gaze shifted toward her sluggishly. “You usually last far longer than that.” The words immediately earned a groan from him.
“Sweetheart...”
“No, really,” her smile widened. “I don't think I've ever seen you unravel that quickly.”
A mixture of embarrassment and disbelief crossed his face. “Neither have I.”
And it was true, because Lohen was not someone easily overwhelmed. Even at his most affectionate, most passionate, he typically possessed remarkable control over himself. The fact that he had lost it so quickly was concerning from a scientific perspective and fascinating from every other perspective.
“Is that fucking flower, it definitely has to be,” Lohen muttered, dropping his head back against the pillows with a groan. “Because if this is being recorded in your research notes, I'd appreciate a footnote explaining that this is absolutely not normal for me.”
She laughed at his words. “I'll be sure to document your complaints.”
“Thank you,” the dry response made her laugh even harder.
For a brief moment the tension in the room softened, but then both of them froze because something was happening.
Her gaze dropped first, Lohen followed a second later and silence settled over the room.
“...Oh.”
The effects hadn't faded, if anything, they appeared to be escalating. Despite having barely begun recovering, despite the lingering exhaustion visible in every line of his body, the evidence was impossible to ignore. The flower wasn't allowing his body to rest.
“Archons…” the sound was filled with equal parts frustration, embarrassment and resignation. “It won't stop.”
A fascinated smile tugged at her lips. “Interesting.”
“Interesting?” He turned his head toward her in disbelief. “Sweetheart, I am experiencing a crisis.”
“A fascinating crisis,” she said, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.
Lohen groaned immediately.
“Please stop sounding excited about this.”
“I am a researcher.”
“You are enjoying this far too much,” the accusation only made her smile widen. “You are impossible.”
“Yet here you are.”
“Yeah, because apparently,” he murmured, gaze fixed entirely on her, “I seem to be completely obsessed with you.”
The admission made her smile warm, affectionate, dangerously pleased. Then she rose to her feet beside the bed and for a moment, Lohen simply watched her, confused until the realization dawned.
Without a word, she began undressing for him.
She unbuttoned her shirt slowly and let it slide off her shoulders, revealing her skin. Then she hooked her thumbs into her pants, sliding them down her hips and legs at a deliberately teasing pace and every trace of coherent thought appeared to abandon him. Lohen’s gaze never left her, dark and intense, completely captivated and unable to look away, his cock twitching visibly against his stomach as he watched her strip down to just her underwear.
By the time she turned her attention back to him, he looked almost stunned. “Archons...” he breathed. The words emerged rough and reverent, like a prayer. “You're beautiful, so fucking beautiful, I’m a damn lucky bastard.”
She climbed onto the bed with slow, deliberate grace, now dressed only in a delicate set of black lace that left very little to the imagination. The sight alone seemed to steal what little composure Lohen had managed to recover. His eyes followed her every movement, dark and intent, as though looking away was physically impossible.
When she settled over his hips, she took her time. Her hands wandered across his chest, tracing the contours of warm skin, occasionally dragging her nails lightly downward just to watch the resulting shiver travel through him. Every reaction fascinated her, every hitch of his breath and every tightening of muscle beneath her fingertips.
Lohen groaned softly when she shifted closer, his gaze fixed entirely on her. “Sweetheart…” the warning lacked conviction, it sounded far more like a plea.
She smiled. “What?”
“You know exactly what.” His answer dissolved into a shaky breath as she rolled her hips in a slow, deliberate motion. Not enough to give him what he wanted, just enough to keep him constantly aware of her presence. The vines around his wrists creaked faintly as his hands flexed against them on instinct. “Please,” he breathed, the word emerged rough and strained. “Stop teasing me… I need you,” the honesty in his voice sent a pulse of heat through her.
For a moment she simply looked at him, until she finally relented. A little.
Slowly, she lowered herself until the thin lace separating them became the only barrier left. The instant contact drew a sharp gasp from him. His entire body reacted, shoulders tightening, chest expanding with a sudden breath and head falling back against the pillows as though the sensation alone was enough to overwhelm him.
“More, I need more, please.”
She braced her hands against his chest for balance and started moving, slow, deliberate rolls of her hips, sliding her soaked panties up and down his cock. She rocked back and forth, then added small circles, grinding her clit against his throbbing shaft with every motion.
Each motion drew another reaction from him, his breathing grew increasingly uneven. Low sounds escaped him that he clearly had no intention of making, the flower had stripped away too much restraint for that. Lohen had always been expressive around her, but never like that, never so completely incapable of hiding what he felt. Every emotion crossed his face openly. Need, relief, frustration, affection, desire and more. All of it laid bare beneath her.
"My love..."
The words dissolved into another shaky breath and his body shifted instinctively beneath her, chasing every bit of contact she allowed.
The friction was driving him insane.
Every slow roll of her hips sent sparks of overwhelming pleasure racing up his spine. The soaked lace of her panties clung to her, creating a slick, teasing barrier between them. The wet heat of her arousal pressed right against his throbbing cock as she moved above him with such confident, sensual grace. Each grind pushed him closer to the edge, until he couldn’t hold back anymore.
Without warning, Lohen’s entire body tensed violently. His abs clenched hard, thighs shaking beneath her as his hips stuttered upward in erratic thrusts.
“Fuck,” a deep, guttural moan tore from his throat as he came again, hard.
Thick, hot pulses of his release spilled across his own abdomen in messy streaks, some of it splashing onto the front of her ruined panties. He kept twitching and spilling, the orgasm ripping through him with surprising intensity for a second release so soon.
She slowed her movements but didn’t stop completely, gently rocking against him as she watched the blissful agony play across his face. Lohen’s cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, his eyes half-lidded and glassy with overwhelming pleasure and clear embarrassment. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, looking almost mortified at how quickly he’d fallen apart again.
But her own desire was burning far too hot to let him retreat into shame. So, she leaned down closer, her hair falling around them like a curtain, and whispered softly against his lips. “Don’t even think about feeling shy, Lohen,” her voice was low, warm, and dripping with lust. “You’re so sensitive tonight… it’s honestly really fucking hot.”
She kept moving in slow, teasing circles, rubbing her soaked panties against his spent cock, spreading the evidence of his release between them. Lohen let out a broken whimper, still trembling from the aftershocks.
Even as he panted heavily, trying to recover, she felt it happening again, his cock twitched beneath her, thick and insistent. Slowly but surely, it began to harden once more, swelling against the messy, ruined fabric of her panties. The aphrodisiac was merciless, refusing to let his body rest.
“Please…” he begged, his voice hoarse and wrecked, barely more than a desperate rasp. “Don’t stop. I need more… I still need you so badly.”
His cock was already fully hard again, throbbing urgently, as if the last two orgasms had done nothing to ease the fire burning inside him.
She reached back with one hand and slowly slid her lace panties down her hips, lifting herself just enough to pull the soaked fabric off completely. The ruined garment was tossed carelessly aside, leaving her fully bare and glistening above him. Lohen’s eyes darkened with raw hunger at the sight of her exposed, slick folds hovering just over his aching cock. It twitched hard against his stomach, leaking steadily in desperate anticipation.
Straddling him once more, she wrapped her fingers around his throbbing length, stroking him with slow, torturous pulls before guiding the swollen, flushed head to her dripping entrance. Their eyes locked and with a shared, shaky breath, she sank down onto him in one smooth, deliberate motion.
A loud, synchronized moan filled the room as he stretched her open, filling her completely. She was incredibly wet and scorching hot around him, her walls fluttering and clenching as she took every thick inch. The delicious stretch made her eyelids flutter and her lips part in a silent gasp. Once fully seated, with him buried to the hilt inside her, she paused, savoring the feeling of being so perfectly full.
Then she began to move.
At first, her hips rolled in slow, sensual waves, grinding down so her clit rubbed deliciously against his pelvis with every stroke. Lohen groaned helplessly beneath her, his arms straining hard against the vines that bound his wrists to the bed. He tried to thrust up into her, chasing more of that tight, wet heat, but she immediately pressed her hands down on his chest, pinning him firmly in place.
“Uh-uh,” she murmured. “You stay still. I’m in charge right now.”
She kept riding him with deep, luxurious rolls of her hips, but every time his hips jerked up instinctively, she slowed to an agonizing stop, lifting just enough so only the tip of his cock remained inside her.
Lohen let out a wrecked, frustrated sound. “Please… don’t stop,” he begged hoarsely, eyes glassy with need. “I need you to move. Fuck, please ride me properly.”
Instead of giving in, she smiled down at him and sank back down torturously slow, clenching around him on the way. She repeated the cycle again and again, riding him hard for a few blissful moments, then slowing or stopping completely whenever he tried to take control, leaving him throbbing and desperate inside her.
The room was soon filled with the wet, filthy sounds of her pussy taking his cock, soft, slick noises every time she sank down, mixed with his deep, broken moans and her breathy sighs. She braced her hands on his chest, nails digging lightly into his skin as she picked up the pace for a while, bouncing on him with rhythmic, powerful strokes that made her breasts sway beautifully.
Lohen’s head pressed back into the pillows, veins standing out on his neck as he panted and groaned. “You’re killing me… Please, sweetheart. Let me move. I need to fuck you harder.” Every time she denied him, his cock throbbed angrily inside her, twitching and leaking. His thighs trembled violently beneath her, muscles rock-hard from the effort of holding back. “Archons, please…” Lohen’s voice was completely wrecked now, raw and desperate. “I’ll be good, just please don’t stop. I need to feel you, I need you.”
She smiled, unable to refuse his pleas and finally gave him what he wanted. She started riding him harder, faster, her hips slamming down onto him with wet, obscene slaps. The vines creaked as he pulled desperately against them, lost in overwhelming pleasure, moaning her name like a prayer every time she took him to the hilt.
Suddenly, Lohen’s entire body locked up beneath her. His powerful muscles strained hard against the glowing vines, veins standing out along his arms and neck as his hips jerked upward in short, desperate thrusts, the only movement the bindings allowed.
A deep, guttural moan tore from his chest, bordering on a broken cry as he came for the third time. His cock throbbed violently inside her, pulsing thick and hard with every powerful spurt. Hot, heavy ropes of his release flooded her walls, filling her completely as her pussy clenched rhythmically around him, milking every last drop. His whole body shuddered violently through the orgasm, thighs quivering, abs contracting in waves, chest heaving as a string of raw and broken moans spilled helplessly from his lips.
She slowed her movements but didn’t stop, continuing to ride him with slow, deep rolls of her hips, drawing out every second of his pleasure. The wet, filthy sound of his cum mixing with her own arousal filled the room with every glide.
When his breathing finally began to calm, just slightly, she leaned forward and brushed damp strands of hair from his forehead with surprising tenderness. Still fully impaled on his cock, she looked down at his flushed, blissed-out face. “How do you feel, love…? Is the effect starting to fade at all?”
Lohen let out a shaky, breathless laugh that quickly turned into a low groan. His eyes, still dark, wild and burning with insatiable lust, met hers with an almost feral intensity. “Fade?” he rasped, his voice hoarse and wrecked from moaning, while his chest continued to rise and fall rapidly. “I feel like I could fuck you for days… and still not be satisfied. This fire in my veins hasn’t even begun to die down. I’m still so fucking hard for you, Sweetheart. Can’t you feel it?”
As if to prove his point, his cock gave a heavy, insistent twitch deep inside her, still buried to the hilt in her cum-slick heat.
He swallowed hard, eyes pleading. “Please… untie me. Let me go, my love. I’m dying to touch you.” His voice dropped into a low, sensual growl. “I need my hands on your body, I want to feel you, all of you. Please, I’m begging you.”
His desperate words were cut off by a sharp gasp as she deliberately rolled her hips in a slow, teasing circle, grinding her swollen clit against his pelvis while keeping him fully sheathed inside her. The movement made her walls flutter around his oversensitive cock, drawing a needy, broken sound from deep in his throat.
“Hmm… I don’t know,” she muttered, repeating the same torturous grind, sliding her soaked pussy along his entire length without ever lifting off. “You look so good when you’re like this, all tied up, flushed and begging so sweetly. Maybe I should keep you bound just a little longer…”
Another slow, sensual roll of her hips made Lohen’s breath hitch sharply. He strained hard against the vines, the magical bindings creaking as his muscles bulged with effort.
“Fuck, please,” he begged, voice cracking with raw need. “I’ll be so good for you, I swear. Just let me touch you… I need to feel you. I’m losing my mind, sweetheart. Please untie me.”
His cock throbbed angrily inside her again, another thick bead of precum mixing with his previous release as his body demanded more.
Nodding slowly, she moved, lifting her body slightly to separate from him, a gasp escaping her lips as she felt the emptiness when his dick left her, while he bit his lower lip hard, already missing being inside her. Finally, with a soft hum, she reached out and flicked her fingers. The vines responded instantly, loosening and retracting smoothly from around his wrists before disappearing entirely.
The moment the vines dissolved, Lohen didn’t waste a single second.
With a low, hungry growl, he surged upward and captured her mouth in a deep, desperate kiss. There was nothing gentle about it, it was raw need and pent-up hunger unleashed. He bit down on her lower lip, tugging it between his teeth before soothing the sting with his tongue. When she gasped, he took full advantage, sliding his tongue against hers in a heated, possessive tangle. The kiss was messy, urgent and completely intoxicating.
His hands roamed greedily over her body, finally free to touch what he’d been aching for. Strong fingers skimmed down her sides, gripped her waist, then slid up to cup her breasts possessively. He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and down the column of her neck, sucking and licking at her pulse point until she shivered.
Lower still, he lavished attention on her chest. He took one sensitive nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and flicking his tongue over the stiff peak. His hand kneaded the other breast firmly, thumb brushing over her nipple before pinching it lightly. He switched sides with a needy groan, giving the neglected breast the same hungry treatment, sucking, licking and grazing his teeth over her soft flesh. Every mark he left was deliberate. Dark hickeys bloomed across the curves of her breasts, along with the faint imprint of his teeth, clear signs of his claim on her. He groaned deeply against her skin, the vibrations traveling straight to her core as he worshipped her.
She arched sharply beneath him, pressing her chest closer to his mouth with a loud, breathy moan. Her fingers threaded through his dark hair, tugging hard as pleasure coursed through her. “Lohen…” she gasped, her voice wrecked and needy.
The sound of his name on her lips only seemed to spur him on. He released her nipple with a wet pop and looked up at her, eyes dark with lust, lips slightly swollen and glistening.
“You have no idea how badly I needed to touch you,” he rasped, voice rough with desire. “How crazy it drove me… being tied down without being able to touch all of you.”
And unable to stop himself, he captured her lips again in a desperate, hungry kiss, as if she were the only one capable of mitigating the craving he was experiencing.
He pulled back from the desperate kiss, breathing heavily as he hovered above her. His eyes were dark, ravenous and completely feral with need. For a moment he simply looked down at her. flushed, marked by his mouth and utterly beautiful beneath him. His cock, already hardening again with unnatural speed thanks to the aphrodisiac, throbbed hot and heavy between them, still slick from her earlier attention and the remnants of his previous releases.
Without a word, he shifted lower, his strong hands spreading her thighs wide apart. He settled firmly between them in a deep missionary position, caging her body with his own. Bracing himself on his forearms, he lined up the thick, swollen head of his cock against her dripping entrance.
With one smooth, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her and both of them moaned loudly at the overwhelming sensation. She was incredibly wet, scorching hot and still so tight around him, her walls fluttering and clenching greedily as he stretched her open.
Lohen let out a shaky, broken breath against the side of her neck. “Archons…” he groaned, voice hoarse and low. “You’re so fucking tight. Even after everything we’ve done tonight, you still feel perfect around me.”
He started moving with slow, deep rolls of his hips, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in with deliberate, powerful strokes. Each thrust made her breasts bounce beautifully, the dark hickeys and bite marks he’d left earlier standing out against her flushed skin. He leaned down and captured her mouth again in a deep, messy kiss, swallowing her moans as he gradually picked up speed. Soon his thrusts grew harder, more intense. The obscene sound of skin slapping wetly against skin filled the room, accompanied by their ragged breathing and desperate, needy sounds. Lohen buried his face in the curve of her neck, sucking and biting at her sensitive skin, leaving fresh red marks and blooming hickeys that made her gasp and arch sharply beneath him.
“Lohen!” she cried out as he sank his teeth into the tender spot where her neck met her shoulder.
“You feel incredible,” he rasped hotly against her skin, punctuating his words with a particularly deep thrust. “So hot… so fucking wet. Every time I push in, you squeeze me like you never want me to leave.” He groaned deeply, the sound vibrating against her throat as he drove into her harder, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside her with every stroke. “Fuck, I can feel you pulsing around me. That fucking flower is making everything more intense… I can’t get enough of you, sweetheart.”
He hooked one of her legs over his arm, spreading her even wider, allowing him to sink impossibly deeper. The new angle made her cry out in pleasure, her nails digging hard into his back as he began pounding into her with long, powerful strokes. The head of his cock dragged perfectly against that sensitive spot inside her with every thrust, sending waves of sharp pleasure through her body.
Lohen kept kissing and biting along her neck, her collarbone, and the swell of her breasts, anywhere his mouth could reach, leaving a trail of possessive red marks. Between heavy thrusts, he whispered filthy praises against her ear, his voice rough and dripping with lust.
“I love how you take me… so deep. Can you feel how hard I am for you?” He groaned as he slammed into her again. “Even after coming so many times, I’m still so fucking full for you.”
His pace became almost punishing, fast, deep and relentless. The bed creaked loudly beneath them with every powerful thrust as he fucked her hard into the mattress. Their bodies were slick with sweat, skin gliding together sensually with every movement. Every time Lohen bottomed out inside her, a wet, filthy slap echoed through the room, accompanied by the heavy sound of his balls smacking against her ass.
And she was completely lost in pleasure, her head thrown back against the pillows as broken, unintelligible sounds spilled from her lips. The words melted into desperate whimpers and breathy cries that barely formed coherent thoughts. Each brutal thrust punched the air out of her lungs, turning her moans into high-pitched, needy noises she couldn’t control.
Unable to stop himself, Lohen captured her mouth again in a heated, messy kiss, their tongues sliding and tangling desperately while he continued driving into her without mercy. Her moans vibrated against his lips, her legs wrapping tighter around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as she urged him even deeper.
His breathing grew more erratic, chest heaving against hers. His thrusts started losing their steady rhythm, becoming wilder and more desperate as he chased his release. “I’m… I’m going to come again,” he groaned against her mouth, voice strained and rough. “Come with me, sweetheart, I know you are almost there… I want to feel you clenching around me when I fill you up.”
She could only respond with another string of incoherent sounds, a trembling cry mixed with a desperate whimper as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her. Her nails raked down his back, her walls fluttering and pulsing wildly around his thick cock.
With a few more brutal, deep thrusts, Lohen buried himself as far as possible and came hard. A loud, guttural groan tore from his throat as his cock pulsed violently inside her, flooding her with thick, hot spurts of his release. His entire body trembled above hers, muscles taut and straining as the intense orgasm ripped through him again and again.
She cried out sharply, her own pleasure peaking as she felt him filling her. Her walls clenched tightly around him in rhythmic spasms, milking every drop while broken, ecstatic sounds continued falling from her lips.
Even after the strongest waves passed, Lohen kept moving, slow, deep grinds of his hips, pressing himself flush against her as he drew out every last spark of pleasure for both of them. He kissed her softly through the aftershocks, swallowing her quiet, trembling whimpers while their bodies remained tightly joined.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. The room was quiet save for the sound of their breathing gradually slowing, the last remnants of laughter, affection and exhaustion settling comfortably around them. Lohen eventually shifted, pulling back just enough to press a kiss to her forehead before collapsing beside her with a dramatic sigh.
She immediately narrowed her eyes. “That dramatic sigh means you're thinking something.”
“I would never.”
“Lohen.”
“Alright, maybe a little.”
She snorted softly and turned onto her side to look at him. His hair was thoroughly disheveled, there were bite marks scattered across his neck and shoulders, and somehow, he still managed to look entirely too pleased with himself. “How do you feel?” the question immediately brought back her researcher instincts.
Lohen considered it seriously. “Better.”
“Better?”
“Much better.”
She hummed thoughtfully. “The effects seem weaker?”
“I think so.”
For several seconds, silence settled between them. Until Lohen blinked and his expression changed.
“Oh.”
She immediately noticed. “Oh?”
He stared at the ceiling and then let out a long sigh. “Nope,” a pause. “There it is again.”
She groaned. “Are you serious?”
“Unfortunately.”
“Lohen.”
“I wish I was joking, my love,” he rubbed a hand over his face.
She dropped backward onto the mattress. “You've got to be kidding me.”
“Sweetheart, this is entirely your fault.”
Her head snapped toward him. “My fault?”
“Yes,” he pointed at her. “You created that thing.”
“You drank it.”
“You left it where I could find it,” he said it as if that were a valid answer.
“I told you not to take it, Lohen,” she murmured, raising an eyebrow. “I offered you the antidote!” Lohen smiled at her words, the audacity of that bastard. “Honestly,” she declared, sitting up, “I should leave you here to suffer the consequences of your own actions, I've already done too much.”
She made a show of climbing out of bed. “Sweetheart,” the wounded tone immediately made her suspicious, so she ignored it. A second later she heard: “Sweetheart.” even more pathetic that time. “You wouldn't abandon a wounded knight, would you?”
She laughed. “Oh, now you're wounded?”
“I am suffering tremendously.”
“Somehow I don't believe that.”
Before she could escape any farther, strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her backward. A startled laugh escaped her as she landed against his chest.
“Lohen!”
“You can't leave, my love.”
“Yes, I can.”
“No.”
“That's not how that works.”
“It is today, you can’t leave me.”
She rolled her eyes, though she couldn't stop smiling. Then she suddenly froze, upon feeling something firm against her belly. “Wait.” Lohen looked entirely too innocent.
She pointed accusingly.
“Is that...?”
“Mhm.”
“Seriously?”
“Mhm.”
“Archons above.”
His grin widened. “That would be the effect you have on me.”
“You are impossible.”
“You've said that several times tonight.”
“Because it's true.”
He laughed and buried his face briefly against her shoulder, the sound warmed her from the inside out. When he finally looked at her again, his eyes were bright with mischief.
“So...”
“No.”
“You don't even know what I was going to say,” he blurted out with mock indignation.
“I absolutely know what you were going to say.”
His grin became completely shameless. “Still.”
“Lohen.”
“Sweetheart.”
She tried very hard not to laugh but failed immediately, and his smile softened.
“Looks like we might be here a while.”
She groaned dramatically and dropped her forehead against his shoulder. “This is why Albedo says I shouldn't test experimental compounds at home.”
“Well,” Lohen began, unable to suppress a smile. “I think you should keep doing it.”
She immediately narrowed her eyes. “That is not the lesson you're supposed to take from this.”
“I disagree.”
“Lohen.”
“Sweetheart.”
The smile on his face only widened. “I think you should keep experimenting, with me as the test subject, especially if the experiments are going to be like this one. This is by far my favorite investigation,” he declared, and it was clear that although he was joking, there was truth in his words. “In fact, I think we should try it again after the effect of this one wears off. Perhaps you should do something to increase our energy, if we're going to be up all night...”
She slapped him on the arm, causing a laugh to escape his lips. “Shut up, we're not going to do this again, ever."
“Mhm, say what you want sweetheart, but we both know that's a fucking lie.”
“It is not.”
“It absolutely is.”
“It isn't.”
“Mhm,” the infuriatingly knowing look remained firmly in place. “Maybe I should ask Varka for the contact information for the people in Sumeru to see if they can get us more of those flowers.”
She sat upright so quickly she nearly headbutted him. “No””
Lohen blinked. “No?”
“No,” she pointed a threatening finger at him. “Do not ask Varka.”
“Why not?”
“Because!”
“Compelling argument,” he said, stifling a laugh.
“Lohen.”
“Sweetheart.”
“Neither Varka nor anyone else needs to know about this.” The amusement in his eyes intensified. “I mean it.”
“Then how exactly do you intend to stop me from doing it?”
“I'll go get the flowers myself, if necessary,” the words left her mouth and silence followed. Her eyes widened while Lohen's grin became positively wicked.
“Ah…”
“No, don’t.”
“So, you do want this to happen again,” he blurted out in an arrogant tone.
She buried her face in her hands. “You are the worst.”
His laughter filled the room, warm and victorious, entirely too pleased with himself. “I knew it.”
“You know nothing.”
“I know enough.”
She groaned, because he looked unbearably smug. “If I start planning a trip to Sumeru…”
“If you finish that sentence,” she interrupted, pointing at him again. “The only company you're going to have for the rest of the night until the effects wear off is your own hand.”
Lohen looked genuinely horrified, utterly scandalized, and the reaction was so immediate that she almost laughed.
“Sweetheart, you wouldn’t…”
“Try me.”
“That's cruel.”
“Try me.”
He opened his mouth again, but she didn't even let him finish. “Just shut up.”
Then she grabbed him by the front of his shirt and kissed him and the rest of his protest disappeared instantly. A pleased sound escaped him as his arms wrapped around her waist, hopeless, completely hopeless.
But then again, so was she.
And judging by the laughter that lingered between kisses, neither of them seemed especially bothered by the prospect of spending the next several hours dealing with the consequences.
(Lohen x fem!reader, extremely suggestive (genuinely borderline smut), sexual thoughts/jokes, bondage(?) (he's tied up), grinding, teasing, implied Dom!reader and sub! Lohen, pathetic! Lohen, Lohen wears makeup, references to masturbating (Lohen), written before Lohen release, can you tell I'm obsessed with this man)
Lohen would've never thought that attempting to leave the doorway of your house would lead to a series of traps that ended with him wrapped in ribbons and a tight knot, stripped of all his lock picking tools, daggers and general weapons, and the ribbon applying a very special knot that even the knights hadn't known of yet.
"I've gotta say, I'm quite impressed with the whole get up," he hummed as he was dragged over to the chair in front of your vanity, your cheeky grin on your face bringing him a heat that spread to all the wrong places.
"Of course, I took a lot of effort to just capture you into my trap. Not even the Vice Captain himself would expect his pretty little girlfriend to tie him up in ribbons now would he?" You snickered as he stared blankly at you, yet internally losing his mind. He'd have to be more mindful of your scheming, but if it meant that he'd get tied up with a death grip on his wrists, unable to move with you leaning over him like a predator to prey, well, he'd have no reason to not fall for it now would he?
You placed about a dozen of beauty products on your little desk, and he could only raise a brow, trying not to shift to much and make it obvious that he was desperate for some friction. He'd come from the feeling of your fingertips alone.
"Interesting choice of torture for your captive," he said instead, attempting to remain deadpan. You only huffed at him, crossing your arms over your chest, and he had to take a huge effort to just not stare at the expanse of skin between your clavicle and sternum.
"Interesting indeed," you grabbed a moisturizer, placing it on your hands and then his face, and he really had to make an effort to not make a needy whine. He'd dreamt of using your products to jerk off to for months, and the fact that you were oh so casually putting it on his face? Oblivious to how he masturbated himself stupid with stickier hands and even stickier thighs at the thought of taking something that had remnants of your scent? He himself was lucky that he didn't ruin the chair to a worse condition.
"You have such a pretty face Lohen," his thighs clenched. "And yet you never ever use it! So, I'll be the one making you look at least presentable, just to see how pretty you'd look without all that usual blood on your face."
Fuck. He preferred your angry voice over him, grabbing him roughly by his white collar, ripping away the buttons of his shirt even though it was brand new, the feeling of your unfairly gloved hands against his pitifully weeping cock. And yet, that petulant voice, annoyed and yet fond, not quite overwhelmingly angry but moreso a determined look had him reeling too. He found you attractive in any way, but maybe the morning was messing with him because he found that you looked prettier than usual today, hair mussed around, the tired complexion. He'd beg to eat you out while you were still in the hold of sleep if it weren't for these goddamn ribbons. They were making him far too restless for his own good.
You dabbed your brush into the powder before placing the bristles on his face with rapid tapping motions. He was sure that your concentrated look, the one with your brow furrowed and tongue poking out by the slightest was going to haunt him in his wet dreams. How you'd look when you pin him down to the bed, absolutely ruining him with your strap and a playful lilt in your voice-
"I did originally intend to put blush on you, but your face is so unusually red today that I can see it through the powder!" You huffed, and he momentarily stilled (not like he could move much anyway). So much for trying to hide his need when you're obviously busy with putting makeup on him.
He had to stare at himself in the mirror for a bit when you moved away, his face evidently paler than usual but still carrying that pink tint that you mentioned. His bangs were tied in a rubber band, and he could see you trying not to laugh at the sight of his blank forehead. You grabbed a pencil eyeliner- the one he gifted you on your anniversary, and-
Sat on his lap. Holy fucking shit he was not getting away from this.
The muscles of your thighs wrapped around his hip, your face leaning into his own, an arm on his shoulder to bring him closer to your already choking proximity. He might as well combust into a million pieces.
Even your stare at him was unimpressed, with the way your lashes fluttered in that certain way and you kept shifting in his lap, trying to find a place where his erection was not perfectly in line with your crotch.
"Seriously Lohen? What got you so excited..."
Ah, that disappointed voice again. He felt his dick twitch and your stare into his empty eyes only grew prolonged.
"Can't even be hard at the sight of my pretty girlfriend?"
"Wha- I haven't even gotten dressed yet!"
"Weren't you the one saying how you wanted a man you loved you when you're pretty and not?" He shrugged, internally wincing at how you pressed against his erection again. "Guess what: I love you when you look a bit messed up. Gives me such a boner that I have to get out of bed just to quell my own fantasies." He grinned, utterly shameless now. What's so wrong in expressing his love and lust for you?
"That's what you've been doing in the middle of the night?!" You nearly yelled, your mouth agape with shock before quickly composing yourself. "Nevermind, we're speaking of this later. Now, be a good boy for me and stay still."
Always had to use the "good boy" card now didn't you? He obliged, mentally noting how your voice repeated in his head nonstop, as if it was a mantra. Gosh, he really had to make a list about things about you that made him insatiable.
Your hands moved methodically as you lined the wing with the black pencil, a bit shaky considering the absolute unit beneath you. Just to tease, you rolled your hips in a tentative motion, and he sucked in a breath to not disturb your focus with an obscene moan. The first eye was done in a minute, as was the second eye, and you stared at the mirror and then back at him, looking at him expectantly.
"Looks symmetrical?"
"My dear (Name), do I look like I can tell what is going on when you're teasing me so badly?" He groaned, throaty and whiney, and cursed himself on how he couldn't escape the binding on his arms to just pull you in and give you a ravishing kiss. You giggled at his misery, bouncing the slightest on his clothed cock, and he let out a colorful string of curses at the glorious friction.
"Just be patient, we still have the rouge to put on," you picked up a circular tray filled with various pink and red balms, putting it on your fingers and dabbing it on his lips. He attempted to lick your digit, but he only tasted that strange tint for a bit before you pulled your index away. You sat up, and he whined from the loss of the heat of your body whilst you only rolled your eyes, gesturing to him to look at himself in the mirror.
He looked more like a doll now, flush on his face perfectly complimenting his pale(r) skin, and the rouge matching his blush. The eyeliner complimented his eyes well, and he could admit that you had immense finesse with your makeup. You untied the band on his hair, his bangs brushing his forehead, and leaned into the juncture between his shoulder and neck, your mouth close to his ear.
"Now, how about you tell me all about how naughty you've been lately hm?"
Summary: I have no words, and no apology because this actually slapped so hard. Let’s go lesbians lmao. Happy pride month.
Tags: Female! Chuuya Nakahara/Reader/Fem! Osamu Dazai, Afab reader, Threesome, Brief Voyeurism, Pet Names (Baby, Doll, Belladonna, Love, Pretty Girl, etc.), Classic Dazai-Chuuya Bickering, Fingering, Nipple Play, Hair Pulling, Face Sitting, Squirting, Strap-on Use, Slight Bit of Aftercare, Hints of a Poly At The End, Idk Maybe I’ll Make a Part Two, Haven't Decided, Honestly Downright Filthy Smut, Literally Wanna Be Stuffed Between Them Like a Sub Sandwich.
How you ended up in bed between your co-worker and her ex-partner from the mafia was a mystery to you.
One minute you were having drinks with the ADA earlier that night before slinking off to grab another drink from the bar. And the next you were being complimented by one of the five mafia executives herself who was sitting nearby, Nakahara Chuuya. You’ve never had anyone so boldly eye fuck you while smoothly commenting on the way you fought during one of your missions— and against their organization no less. Chuuya was ethereally beautiful, her russet tresses fell over her freckled shoulders, sleek dress hugging her physique tightly to reveal her curves. The most captivating characteristic of hers had to be her heterochromatic eyes, soft blue and brown that sealed your fate as she dragged you away from the bar shortly after your interaction.
Dazai had only noticed your disappearance after she was finished with her Sake. Whining and complaining to Kunikida about how much she missed you, Kunikida scoffed and fixed her glasses. “The last I saw her was talking to the bartender.”
Dazai was quick to jump to her feet and trail off to the bar, only to find no one but the bartender there. When asked, the bartender nodded his head off to the back door that led to an alleyway with a small warning that you had left with a woman described way too familiar with Dazai. Not only was it Dazai’s ex-partner back in the mafia, but you had fought against her just the other day. Dazai felt off when approaching the door, weary of what to expect.
Entering the alleyway, Dazai hadn’t been expecting to see Chuuya feeling your soft body up with her gloved hands while shoving her tongue down your throat and vice versa.
It took minutes for either of you to notice Dazai’s presence, too caught up in one another to see her staring you down as Chuuya had her way with you. The woman had tugged at the neckline of your tight dress, freeing your breasts to the cold air for the brunette to see before cupping and squeezing them. Your soft and cute mewls had both women wanting more as Chuuya’s lips captured yours again in a sloppy kiss.
Something in Dazai snapped and she knew that there was no more hiding her want for you behind sweet, charismatic smiles and adoring looks from across the office. She cleared her throat, a small gasp of surprise leaving you and not much of a reaction from Chuuya.
“The hell do you want, shitty Dazai?” Chuuya nearly rolled her eyes as she kept your plush tits groped and spilling between her gloved hands.
“What are you doing here?” You timidly ask, embarrassed for getting caught, especially with someone who was supposed to be the agency’s enemy.
Dazai kept her composure. “You were gone for too long so I came looking for you— but I see that you’re busy.” She completely ignores Chuuya for the time being.
“Sorry…” You whisper bashfully, head tilting down in shame.
“Well she’s perfectly fine, so you can leave now,” Chuuya grumbles, leaning forward to litter your throat with more hickies.
“I don’t think so— it’d be a shame for the president and Mori to find out what’s happening right now. Why don’t we talk about this at your place, hm, Chibi?” Dazai was clearly planning something.
And that something ended up with you sandwiched between both women in Chuuya’s king sized bed— Dazai’s long, manicured fingers stuffed in your cunt to the knuckles while Chuuya’s tongue entangled with yours, her calloused hand pinching one of your nipples between her fingers.
The loud squelching of your pussy around Dazai’s fingers makes your ears burn as you moan into Chuuya’s mouth, kisses growing messy and mostly tongue filled. Dazai grins in satisfaction as she presses a thumb to rub at your throbbing clit, enjoying every second of your soft walls clenching around her fingers. “Look at how cute her pussy is, Chuuya. Such a needy little slut— wanting both of us at once.”
Chuuya’s lips disconnect from yours, leaving a small string of saliva to break apart from your panting mouths. “Can’t you keep your big mouth shut for three seconds? You’re ruining the mood with your annoying voice,” She mutters in irritation at Dazai’s voice while looking anyway, her gaze glued to your slick pussy as Dazai’s fingers thrust back inside. Chuuya bites into her bottom lip at the scene momentarily before moving back to marking your neck up with love bites.
Dazai blissfully ignores Chuuya’s snippy comment, curling her long fingers to rub into a certain spot that makes your thighs quiver. “She’s so soft, I bet she tastes good too.” The brunette hums thoughtfully, her eyes trailing from your soaked pussy up to your eyes. “Do you?” She smiles mockingly, watching you stumble incoherently over your words into a muddle of whimpers. Her bottom lip juts out into a small pout as she continues to taunt you. “Oh, poor baby… can’t even talk— do my fingers feel that good?”
There’s a small wince as you feel Chuuya sink her teeth into your shoulder just slightly harder than the other bites when Dazai talks, most likely annoyed by how much more she was doing. Wanting more attention, Chuuya growls out, “Oh please, she’ll be crying over my strap compared to your lousy fingers.”
“Toys? A bit of a cheater, aren’t you, Chuuya? Can’t satisfy her on your own?” Dazai finally responds, mockery evident in her tone.
“Keep talking and I’ll throw your ass out to walk home in the cold.” Chuuya glares at Dazai before she moves away from you momentarily to crawl over to her nightstand to grab out a bottle of lube, harness, and a relatively long dildo.
Your face must’ve shown just how intimidating the size of the toy was as Dazai gives a light laugh. “Too big for you, darling? Bet you wanna keep my fingers,” She says in a sing-song voice, curling her digits once more. It’s enough to distract you momentarily from their bickering as you feel a familiar feeling building in your lower tummy.
“Relax, doll. It’s only eight inches,” Chuuya sighs nonchalantly, already strapping the harness around her hips and prepping the silicon toy with a thick glob of lube. The sight of Chuuya slicking the toy up with her hand only makes you clench tighter around Dazai’s digits.
“Well some of us aren’t as loose as you are, Chuuya-dear.” Dazai gives a faux innocent smile, malice clear in her eyes and tone. Her fingers falter a bit at Chuuya’s next words.
“You’ve got to be out of your damn mind to talk— you should be considered a fucking graveyard at this point with how many bones you’ve had in you.” Chuuya scoffs, slapping Dazai’s hand away from you as she grabs one of your ankles with her other hand to drag you to her.
You give a small whine, eyes hazy as your orgasm was ripped away from you.
Chuuya’s gaze falls back to a softer expression as she looks down at you, “I got you, doll.” Her hands move over to grab your hips and lift them until your lower back and ass are resting on the tops of her thighs, bright purple dildo resting between your ass cheeks.
“Well now you’re just being unfair,” Dazai complains, voice pitchy as she gives Chuuya a nasty look.
Before Chuuya could make a snippy remark about her leaving, you reach to lightly tap the brunette’s knee, signaling her to straddle your head. “Just so no one is left out…” You murmur, flustered.
“Well aren’t you just a sweetheart?” Dazai’s mopey expression washes away quickly as she shifts to make her way across the bed to straddle her knees on either side of your head. Her head tilts down to look at you, lips pulled back into a grin and lithe fingers threading into your hair. “You look cute between my legs, ‘donna…”
Your eyes lull as your gaze drops from her face to her cleanly shaven pussy, folds practically drooling with arousal which makes your mouth water. You nearly forget about the strap-on nudging against your entrance until it’s pushing in with no warning, the bulbous tip stretching you back open, though not as much as Dazai’s fingers had been. As your lips part to gasp at the sensation, Dazai is lowering herself down until your mouth is enveloping her, your tongue pushing through her folds and labia to lap along her tight hole.
You think you could drown in these women and let them fuck you until you’re nothing but a mindless, pussy-drunk slut for them, your hands coming up to grip into Dazai’s bandaged thighs and your hips jerking to take Chuuya’s strap deeper. And they don’t even keep it from you, letting you have your way as Dazai settles her weight fully onto you and Chuuya shifts to slip deeper into your aching core, walls greedily clutching around the dildo. Your moans are muffled by Dazai, your tongue laving through her succulent pink cunt, clit throbbing wildly against your muscle. She isn’t sweet like how it’s always described, a musky arousal evading your senses— but it isn’t unpleasant and it has you slurping noisily at her sloppy pussy loudly, making her moan and buck gently against your mouth.
It’s overwhelming how they both selfishly take as much as they give, Dazai’s free hand reaching behind her to rub your clit as she rides your face and Chuuya is sinking into you to the hilt and pulling away to create a tortuous pace, her hands gripping into the flesh of your hips. Your ears are muffled and you can’t tell if it’s from the pleasure or Dazai’s thighs pressing to your ears, hips rolling down to hump against your wriggling tongue.
“O-Oh, fuck, look at you… made for eating this pussy, huh, ‘donna?” Dazai groans, her fingers tightening in your hair painfully which causes you to gently scrape your teeth along her clit. She gasps and releases your hair slightly, fixing it almost apologetically and pets it down, her other hand now resting to cup your mound, middle and ring fingers gently rubbing circles into your clit.
You don’t let the stinging sensation in your scalp bother you when Chuuya’s pace picks up and her hips are slapping against yours, thighs jiggling each time she fucks the dildo deeper into your sopping pussy. That and Dazai’s insistent rubbing against your clit has that coil tightening in your lower abdomen once more. You wish you could see the way Chuuya thrusts into your eager pussy, the loud squelching of the dlido fucking into you being all you had to know how good she was treating it.
“Shit… look at you taking it all, dollface— your pretty pussy is sucking me in so. damn. tight,” Chuuya growls, hips slapping harsher with punctuated words, your body jolting with choked breaths.
“Don’t be so rough with her,” Dazai chides, not really caring about her being rough, but wanting to piss Chuuya off.
It works as Chuuya glares at Dazai and only picks up the pace, thighs stinging with each thrust as you feel her skin slap against yours and her grip grow tighter on your hips. “Don’t tell me how to fuck my girl, shitty Dazai.”
“Your girl?” Dazai humorlessly laughs out before letting out a small moan from your mouth sucking at her clit again. “Please— after this, she’s with me. I’m just nice enough to share this once.”
“Like hell, I made a move first, go find someone else to whore around with,” A huff leaves Chuuya, but her pace doesn’t change and neither does Dazai’s fingers against your clit. It has your mind reeling and body twitching, nearly teetering the edge of a climax— not that either woman noticed as they continued to bicker.
“Well I SAW her first, I called dibs. Besides, she works at the agency with me so that means that she’ll be coming back with me anyways. You lose, face it, Chibi.”
“Doesn’t matter if you saw her first, you’re just mad that I acted before you did. You’re such a petulant child, can’t even handle losing to me for once.”
“That’s because I didn’t lose, she’s mine.”
“Oh, you fuckin’ bitch—“
Their arguing is cut off by a loud muffled whine from you and an orgasm that has your body shuddering deeply, your pussy creaming all over the purple dildo. A small, frothy ring of your cum forms around the base with each thrust, leaving the two women to finally quiet down as they watch, movements faltering to a slow pace momentarily.
“Fuck… I wanna make her squirt now,” Chuuya exhales quietly.
Dazai nods slowly before murmuring, “Finally, something we can agree on.”
You pick up on their muttering and let out a muffled groan into Dazai’s pussy in attempts to disagree, not sure if you were able to take another orgasm, but it falls upon deaf ears and their movements pick back up to a frenzied mess now.
You squirm beneath them, eyes squeezing shut and limbs spasming as they overstimulate your flushed pussy, folds puffy and clit thrumming as Dazai adds even more pressure to your sensitive nub. You try so hard to focus on Dazai’s rutting against your mouth, but it’s difficult when they’re double teaming you like this and Dazai takes over, allowing her hips to grind down on your face. Her clit bumps against your nose and your tongue occasionally slips into her clenching hole, serving her just enough as she tries to desperately reach her own climax.
“C’mon, hun, let go for us, yeah? We know you can come again— wanna see you squirt, baby,” Dazai pants out, her bangs sticking to her forehead from the sheen of sweat she was working up. You can’t see Chuuya, but you know she must look similar to Dazai’s state.
Your head feels like it’s underwater and you can’t help but give into what the two women want, thighs clamping around Chuuya’s waist as your eyes flutter closed and your second orgasm crashes over you more intensely to the point your ears start to ring. A stream of arousal squirts out, splashing against Dazai’s fingers and Chuuya’s lower abdomen. A soft gasp slips from their lips and Dazai can’t help but come at the sight, her viscous cum coating your tongue and slipping down your throat like honey. It’s a pleasant feeling and tastes almost like nothing with a hint of her scent, making you moan weakly against her as her hips falter to slow down but refuse to let up from your mouth, insides pulsing against your tired tongue.
It’s a couple minutes until you gather your bearings and Dazai finally lifts her hips, breath hitching at the string of your saliva and her cum connecting your mouth to her pussy that breaks when she pulls away. It nearly gets her worked up enough for another round, but she presses the feeling down and moves to lay beside you, clinging to your side and burying her face into your neck.
Chuuya pulls out of you shortly after, slipping the harness off her hips and begins to clean up. She disappears off into the bathroom momentarily and returns with a small rag to clean your face off first of Dazai’s cum and then between your legs. The mafioso pecks your lips gently in comparison to her rough treatment earlier and glances at Dazai, throwing the rag at her lazily without a care. “Clean yourself up, would you?”
“What?” Dazai whines out, “How come she gets the princess treatment and I’m treated like a peasant?”
“Because you are one, you’re lucky I haven’t kicked you out at this point,” Chuuya clicks her tongue and turns her attention back to you and scoops you up into her arms. “I’m starting a bath, I don’t give a damn if you join or not,” She says to Dazai over her shoulder, leaving the brunette to complain about the unfair treatment she’s getting as she stumbles up to follow after the both of you.
With your arms looping around Chuuya’s neck lazily, a small smile curls in your lips, knowing that this wouldn’t be a one time thing.
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