Strong arms carrying all your bags, he won’t even let you think about lifting a finger when he’s around, listening to you ramble about your day, holiday plans and the last book you read all while he’s the happiest man on earth.
He opens the car door for you, pulls your chair to sit, and pays for dinner… Not because it’s what he should be doing but because he genuinely loves you so much he can’t imagine any other alternative.
And when you get home, while he’s thrilled to be doing all these things for you, Phainon is a puppy at heart.
He wants a reward for all his hard work.
“You’re doing so great, love” he teases, voice all warm and breathy, that hazy, adoring look glued square on how your breasts are bouncing over him. His thumbs are pressing into your soft flesh, the pressure making you whimper.
You were riding his dick like a trampoline, slow, messy, his cock filling you so perfectly that every descent punches a soft, broken sound from your lips. He holds his hands to your plush skin, one hand to keep you stable on top of his eager cock, the other helping you just a teensy tiny bit when your pace starts to falter, when he feels you aren’t rewarding him well enough for everything he’s done for you.
His hands steady your hips, keeping the maddening rhythm up, your palms pressed for support against his large, sculpted chest that just looked so incredible under your springing. His mouth muttering inconsistent babbles, maddened by the sounds of your dulcet voice and the soft, slick, disgusting squelching of you still grinding against him, unable to stop.
Phainon watches you through heavy-lidded eyes, listening to your pleas, that you needed to stop, that his cock hurt you too bad, and that lovesick expression never leaves his face. His chest rises and falls beneath your palms, heart hammering against his ribs, only thinking of how beautiful you are.
"Hm?"
"Did I do great today too?" He says it like he already knows the answer. Like a puppy sitting pretty, tail wagging so fast and cute, waiting for the praise he’s absolutely sure is coming. His head sinks deeper into the pillow, messy white hair covering his heavy lidded, lovesick eyes.
And when you fail to answer quick enough, he pouts, hips rolling up lazily into yours, just once, testing.
“Yes!” You yelp, bracing your hands while his cock literally was rearranging your insides, and thrilled to do so– somehow hardening beyond a length you had already thought impossible. Your hips slowed to a sloppy, lazy grind, overwhelmed by the pleasure. “Yes– so great Phai–!”
His whole face softens. That lovesick expression melts into something almost vulnerable, milking the praise like your pussy was milking his cock, crazed on the pleasure.
"Yeah?" he breathes. “Was I a good boy?”
“Y–yes,” You stutter, as his hips roll up again, slower this time, and your arms give up, falling face first on his chest, moans leaving your lips desperately. “The best boy– Fuck!” He smiled, drunkenly, your ass coming down on his thickness while your head is nestled into the crook of his head, tears sticking to his skin.
“And are you happy?” His arms wrap around you protectively, pressing you further in. The smell of him– warm, bright, loving– it blanketed all your senses, all your thoughts, until there’s nothing left but a desperate, primal need to keep. Fucking. Moving. Keep raising your ass over his delicious length, over all its thickness and its slight curve that hits so deep inside you. Bring it down, let it fill you, give him his reward. “Is my dick good for you?”
He asked, one hand detaching from your waist and shyly making its way to your pulsing entrance, your folds so sensitive you bite into him for support– his fingers tickling your clit with a big, bright smile.
“Oh–! Yes, Phai, yes!” You scream, voice muffled in his damp skin, sending vibrations through his whole body, down to his throbbing length. “You’re perfect, so– mmmh– perfect!”
God… You were so good to him, so willing to praise him, to love him– the vicious sounds coming from where you rode him so nicely, desperate, raspy moans every time you sunk down on him and every wave of pleasure washing through his submissiveness– oh, he wishes he could stay like this forever.
And a swell of desire builds up inside.
His hips start rolling up into you, lazy, deep, unhurried– and he watches your face crumple with pleasure and confusion. He watches your entire body squirm above him, the way your breasts press just so beautifully against his chest, so round and alluring, watches your lips parting into an ‘o’, like it’s too much for you.
And you feel him twitch inside.
“Phai–!” You yelp, barely able to keep the rhythm up. You were so close, but he wouldn’t, couldn’t let you slow down, no, not when he was throbbing and yearning for you so badly. “S’ close– I need…”
“But this is my reward, remember?” He pouts, his hips coming to a stop. And with no more support, your bouncing ass comes to a halt, tearing a desperate moan out of you.
“No! Please Phai’–” you try, but he only shakes his head.
“You only cum after I do, ‘kay?” He asked, but it felt more like an order. “Didn’t I treat you so nice today to at least deserve this?” The disappointment and sadness was so clear on his face it actually tugged at your heartstrings a bit. Your release was close, so close, but…
“Alright–”
And his hips rut into your pussy violently, pounding into your cervix, a deep smile tugging at his lips in an instant. His hands suddenly grab your ass, hauling you up and down– and you sat there, taking it– moaning like you were in heat, desperate to come, but he wouldn’t let you.
Breaking the rhythm, slowing down, almost no cadence– then suddenly going so fucking fast it sent lightning through every nerve inside your folds, your pussy couldn’t get used to how his errection bullied you.
And his dick was twitching inside like it had a mind of its own, so close, every time it hit your core aching, trembling even more.
And with your breath was coming in broken little gasps against the shell of his ear, tears gleaming on your lashes while he stuffed you to the brim, while he felt so perfect, there, inside…
He came, thick, nasty ropes of white cum painting your walls, raw and pleading for you– and the second you felt his delicious liquids the knot inside you snapped, thighs shaking and teeth sinking everywhere they caught skin, while he kept raising his hips violently, fucking you through it.
You lay there over him. Breathless and sensitive and tired… you finally raised your spinning head, kissing his Adam's apple, his jaw, his flushed cheeks, not sure if it was to apologize or to thank him.
And he only slid his massive forearms around your waist, pulling you into a warm embrace, lips brushing against your ear…
“Good girl.”
Phainon’s a loverboy through acts of service.
Strong arms carrying all your bags—he won't even let you think about lifting a finger when he's around. He listens to you ramble about your day, your holiday plans, the last book you read, all while looking like the happiest man on earth. Opens the car door for you, pulls out your chair, pays for dinner. Not because he should, but because he loves you so much he can't imagine any other way.
And when you get home, after all that? Phainon is a puppy at heart.
He wants a reward.
"You're doing so great, love."
His voice is warm, breathy, that hazy, adoring look glued to how your breasts bounce over him. Thumbs pressing into your soft flesh, the pressure making you whimper.
You're riding him slow and messy, his cock filling you so perfectly that every descent punches a broken little sound from your lips. One hand steadies your hip. The other helps when your pace starts to falter—when he feels you aren't rewarding him well enough for everything he's done. His palms guide you, keep that maddening rhythm going. Your palms press flat against his massive, sculpted chest, and his mouth babbles incoherent praises, drunk on the slick, filthy sound of you grinding down on him.
Phainon watches through heavy-lidded eyes while you plead—that you need to stop, that he's too deep, that it hurts. That lovesick expression never leaves his face. His heart hammers beneath your palms.
"Did I do great today too?"
He says it like he already knows the answer. Like a puppy sitting pretty, tail wagging, waiting for the praise he's sure is coming. His head sinks deeper into the pillow, messy white hair falling over his eyes.
When you don't answer fast enough, he pouts. Rolls his hips up lazily into yours. Just once. Testing.
"Hm?"
"Yes!" you yelp, bracing your hands as his cock literally rearranges your insides—and he somehow gets harder, thicker than you thought possible. Your hips slow to a sloppy, overwhelmed grind. "Yes—so great, Phai—"
His whole face softens. That lovesick look melts into something almost vulnerable, milking your praise like your pussy milks his cock.
"Yeah?" he breathes. "Was I a good boy?"
"Y—yes." Your arms give up. You fall forward onto his chest, moans pouring out desperate against his skin. "The best boy—fuck—"
He smiles, drunk on it. Your ass comes down on his thickness while your head nests into the crook of his neck, tears sticking to his skin.
"And are you happy?" His arms wrap around you protectively, pressing you closer. The smell of him—warm, bright, loving—blankets every thought until there's nothing left but a primal need to keep moving. Keep raising your ass over his delicious length, that slight curve hitting so deep. Bring it down. Let him fill you. Give him his reward.
"Is my dick good for you?"
One hand detaches from your waist and finds your clit—shy at first, then deliberate. His fingers circle you with a big, bright smile.
"Oh—yes, Phai, yes!" You scream into his damp skin, vibrations shuddering through his chest, down to his throbbing length. "You're perfect, so—mmph—perfect!"
God, you're so good to him. So willing to praise him, to love him. The vicious sounds of you riding him, desperate and raspy, every wave of pleasure washing through his submission—he wishes he could stay like this forever.
Then his hips start rolling up into you. Lazy. Deep. Unhurried.
Your face crumples with pleasure and confusion. Your whole body squirms above him, breasts pressing beautifully against his chest, lips parting like it's too much.
And you feel him twitch inside.
"Phai—!" You can barely keep the rhythm. You're so close, but he won't let you slow down—not when he's throbbing and yearning like this. "S'close—I need—"
"But this is my reward, remember?" He pouts. His hips stop.
You sob. "No—please, Phai'—"
He shakes his head. "You only cum after I do, 'kay?" Disappointment flickers across his face, so genuine it tugs at your heart. "Didn't I treat you so nice today? Don't I deserve this?"
"Alright—"
His hips rut into you again, pounding deep, a smile tugging at his lips. Hands grab your ass, hauling you up and down. You just take it—moaning like you're in heat, desperate to come, but he won't let you. He breaks the rhythm, slows down, then suddenly fucks you so fast it sends lightning through every nerve. Your pussy can't get used to how his erection bullies you.
His dick twitches inside like it has a mind of its own. So close. Every thrust hits your core, trembling more and more.
Your breath comes in broken gasps against his ear. Tears gleam on your lashes while he stuffs you to the brim, while he feels so perfect there inside—
He comes first. Thick, nasty ropes of white painting your walls, raw and pleading. And when you feel that heat flood you, the knot inside your own belly snaps. Thighs shaking. Teeth sinking into whatever skin they find. He keeps raising his hips violently, fucking you through it.
You collapse over him. Breathless. Sensitive. Tired.
You raise your spinning head to kiss his Adam's apple, his jaw, his flushed cheeks—not sure if you're apologizing or thanking him.
He just tightens his massive forearms around your waist, pulling you into a warm embrace. Lips brush against your ear.
"Again?"
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╰┈➤ overview ; "Hey guys," you say cheerfully, leaning into the frame so only your face shows, though the camera dips just enough to capture his twitching dick and torso. "Today I'm trying out different condom flavors to see if they actually taste good! With the help of my boyfriend, of course!"
( ! ) Sub male character (your fav <3) x dom gn! reader , edging , bdsm , condoms , handjob , blowjob , crying and whimpering , teasing , praising , dacryphilia, video
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( ✎ ) ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. Had to post this juicy story before it disappears from my brain 💔💔💔 also pls help me find the source of the header, i forgot to save it ;(
You smirk at the camera, the red light blinking steadily as you adjust the angle one last time.
Your boyfriend sits bound to the sturdy wooden chair in the center of the room, his arms pulled back and secured with thick leather straps around his wrists and the chair's arms. His broad chest heaves with anticipation, those defined abs flexing under the soft lighting. His thick cock already twitches against his thigh, half-hard from the thrill of being exposed to your fans. You've got him stripped naked, legs spread and ankles tied to the chair legs, leaving him completely exposed and at your mercy.
"Hey guys," you say cheerfully, leaning into the frame so only your face shows, though the camera dips just enough to capture his twitching dick and torso. "Today I'm trying out different condom flavors to see if they actually taste good! With the help of my boyfriend, of course!" You grin wickedly, glancing over at him. He shifts in the restraints, his cock jumping visibly as your words sink in.
You kneel between his spread thighs, the cool floor pressing against your knees as you reach for the first condom on the tray beside you—a strawberry one. His eyes lock on yours, dark with need, but you just wink and tear the wrapper open.
"Let's start with strawberry," you announce to the camera, holding it up briefly before rolling it down his hardening shaft. The latex stretches tight over his girth, the faint fruity scent hitting the air as you grip the base and give it a slow pump. He groans low, hips bucking slightly against the bonds.
Leaning in, you wrap your lips around the tip, sucking gently at first. Your tongue swirls over the flavored surface, tasting the artificial sweetness mixed with his salty skin beneath. You take him deeper, bobbing your head steadily, hollowing your cheeks to create that tight suction he loves. His cock throbs in your mouth, growing fully rigid as you work him with wet, slurping sounds that the mic picks up perfectly. You hum around him, the vibration making his abs clench and his thighs tense.
"Mmm, good boy," you murmur against his length, pulling back just enough to praise him before diving down again, taking him to the back of your throat. He whimpers softly, the first sign of his building orgasm. You speed up, hand twisting at the base in rhythm with your mouth, feeling him swell and pulse. His breaths come ragged, breaths turning to pants as he nears the edge.
Just as his hips start to thrust weakly against the restraints, you pull off with a pop, strings of saliva connecting your lips to the glistening condom. "Strawberry's sweet, but a bit too fake," you say casually to the camera, licking your lips. "Not bad, though. What do you think, babe?" He whines, cock bobbing untouched, a bead of pre-cum smearing inside the latex. You ignore his pleading eyes and grab the next one—banana.
"Next up, banana," you declare, carefully sliding the strawberry one off and tossing it aside. His shaft glistens with your spit, twitching harder now from the denial. You roll the new condom on, the yellow tint contrasting his veined length, and waste no time sucking him back in.
This time, you go slower, teasing the underside with flicks of your tongue while your hand strokes lazily. He moans louder, head falling back against the chair as you build him up again, lips sealed tight around him.
You praise him between slurps, "Such a strong man, taking this so well for me." His muscles strain against the straps, abs contracting with each denied orgasm.
When he's thrusting up into your mouth, breaths hitching, you pull away once more. "Banana's smoother, almost creamy," you comment, wiping your mouth. "Tastes better than I expected." He lets out a frustrated groan, cock jerking in the air, but you just pat his thigh and move to the grape flavor.
The pattern repeats, each condom a new torment. Grape's tartness coats your tongue as you deepthroat him, gagging slightly for the camera's benefit while he whimpers your name. "You're doing amazing, love," you coo, fingers digging into his hips to hold him still. He gets closer each time, body trembling, but you deny him relentlessly, pulling off right at the brink, offering your tasting notes like it's a casual review.
By the fourth one—mango—his whimpers turn to full cries. Tears well in his eyes as you suck him hard, your hand pumping the base furiously.
"Please," he begs hoarsely, voice breaking. "Need to cum... fuck—please." You hum around him, ignoring the plea, feeling him throb desperately. When you finally release him, his cock slaps against his abs, the condom slick and shiny. "Mango's sweet, a little tangy," you say to the lens, as if he isn't sobbing softly now.
You switch to cherry, rolling it on while he shakes, pre-cum leaking steadily. Your blowjob is merciless this round, throat relaxing to take every inch, nose brushing his groin. He cries out, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, body arching as much as the bonds allow.
"Let me cum, baby, please— I-I can't..." His voice cracks into sobs, his frame quivering with both overstimulation and denial.
"Look at you, so perfect and ruined for me," you praise softly, even as you pull off again. "Cherry's my favorite so far! bold and juicy." He's full-on sobbing now, chest heaving with ragged breaths, cock twitching violently without touch.
Begging spills from his lips in broken pleas, "Please, please, I'll do anything! just let me cum... hurts so good..."
Finally, you relent, peeling off the cherry condom and discarding it. His bare cock stands rigid, veins bulging, tip flushed dark. "Alright, you've earned it," you say with a grin, both to him and the camera. Wrapping your hand around his slick length, you stroke firmly from base to tip, thumb circling the head on each upstroke. He bucks into your grip, sobs turning to relieved moans as you pump faster, twisting your wrist to hit every sensitive spot.
"Cum for me, good boy," you urge, leaning in to whisper praises against his thigh. "Show everyone how much you need this." His abs tighten, whole body seizing as he cries out one last time. Hot spurts of cum shoot from his cock, coating your hand and splattering his abs in thick ropes. You milk him through it, slowing your strokes until he's spent, whimpering softly in the aftershocks.
"That's all for today, I hope this video helps!" You sit back on your heels, smiling at the camera as his chest rises and falls. "See you guys on part two! Thanks for watching! <3"
His eyes widened "W-wait! there's a next pa—"
The red light blinks off, ending the video.
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@user33550336 — this is soooo hot, when will part 2 come out???
↳ @mynameis[name]— soon...
@49to51commented — men whimpering>>>>
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@user4900051 — Can we see his face?
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( ✎ ) guys i actually don't know what condoms tastes like LMAOAOA
In which: sex with phainon ain't nothing there to explain, you dom for a little he doms for a little bc we love switching in this house❤️🩹
A/n: pure word vomit because phainon makes me ngh. Also my first time writing smut!!!! Pls dont be harsh eeuueue. Pretty self indulgence ngl😭 ENGLISH NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE
This contains: nsfw, f!reader, sub!phainon to dom!phainon at the end(boooo), choking, oral(f receiving), p in v, cumming inside, Overstimulation, petnames: puppy, darling, dawnlight... Etc. PHAINON CUMS IN HIS PANTS UNTOUCHED BECAUSE I SAY SO.
As usual; NOT proofread.
Word count: 2.8k
It was a long day for Phainon; he woke up early as usual. And it was well past midnight, yet he had not gone to sleep.
He was called to assist in taking care of some black tide creations discovered on the outskirts of the holy city, everything went well. But it's past his bedtime, he is exhausted, and he didn't get to spend time with you!
He laid on top of you as you scrolled on your teleslate. His face buried in your shoulder and arms wrapped around your waist, occasionally drawing shapes on your back as he planned his routine for tomorrow.
“Not asleep yet, dear?” you whispered in his ear, and he was caught off guard. The breathy sound, ticklish, sent shivers down his spine that settled warmly in the empty pit of his lower abdomen.
He stayed silent for a few seconds before burying his nose deeper into the crook of your neck. Taking a whiff of your scent and pulling you tight against him. He felt your body heat seeping into him and intensifying the growing need inside him.
When was the last time he had alone time with you? His busy schedule lately didn't leave him any chances…
He grumbled, the sound muffled. ” Not yet..” he answered, and to that, you hummed, the sound vibrated his whole being, it was a simple hum of acknowledgement. Maybe that's what made it worse? That you were not paying attention to him although he threw himself at you the moment he entered the room.
Your scent suddenly seemed stronger now, engulfing him whole and leaving him dizzy, his hand trailed up and down your waist. An innocent touch—you would say if you weren’t feeling his growing bulge against your thigh.
You decide to ignore it, a little mean yes. But he hadn’t made any moves yet, no? Why not let him get needier.
Phainon’s hands still traced your sides, he sighed. A shaky sound, he felt guilty. You were trying to cuddle and lull him to sleep yet there he was getting all hot and bothered from a simple whisper and your steady breathing against his ear.
He couldn't help himself, grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him. His half-erect cock aching already, he hoped you'd notice. That you'd put down your stupid telestale and give him the attention he yearns for!
Subtly — or so he thought — he moved his hips against you, exhaling slowly. The small friction was not enough, it only made him more frustrated. Moving once and twice again. It didn't quench his need; it served the opposite, as if a sinner in hell had been granted a vision of heaven. A thirsty man offered one drop of water, left wanting more rather than being satisfied.
If you would only put that damn telestale down.
A flicker of hope beamed inside him as you shuffled under him, yet it quickly died down when he realized you were just adjusting to feel more comfortable. He whined a little, and you sighed.
“Are you just gonna keep humping me like a puppy in heat?” you said. Voice steady and cool, not even glancing at him.
He should've felt ashamed, shy or humiliated yet all your words went straight to his dick. He was fully erect now. A whine left his mouth as he felt his crotch brush against your thigh. Your condescending tone made him more excited.
“Well, won't you pay attention to me then?” he says, you tsked at him. “Always so needy..” you tossed your telestale and you felt his widening smile and giggle against your shoulder. Quickly replaced by a gasp once you ran your hand across his large back.
He was a tall, well-built, and strong man, yet he always found himself putty in your hands.
Your hand finds its way in his hair, pulling his head up to look him in the eyes, his half-lidded gaze, burning with need, told you everything you needed to know. Well and the straining hard cock poking your thigh too.
He looks in your eyes a few seconds before leaning in to kiss you, yet you stop him with a glare.
“Who said you could kiss me?” you say, less of a question more of a warning. And he couldn't help but just obey, whining as he buried his head between your breasts and sighing.
“Aww, you want a kiss, hm?” you stroked his hair. “I can give you a few.” His head immediately lifts up, and you could almost imagine a tail swishing right and left behind him, resembling a cute, excited puppy.
“Such a puppy..” his heart throbs at the nickname, although embarrassing. He always liked it, always wanting to be your puppy.
You grab his chin and pull him closer, kissing his cheeks and forehead. Then the corner of his lips. He closes his eyes and sighs. He looked more relaxed, as if each kiss had lifted some weight off his shoulders.
You hum and look at him, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes lovestruck. His hips moved against your thigh ever so slightly, and he gripped your waist tightly. Your intent gaze on him makes the few seconds of silence feel like an agonizing eternity.
“Say, darling, you wanna be good for me?” You ask, knowing the answer already.
He immediately nods, biting his lower lip in anticipation. His hands travel down to squeeze your hips.
You chuckle at his eagerness, “I thought so.” And just like that, you pull him closer, catching his lips in a slow kiss, nipping at his bottom lip, then licking it once he whines. His hands now settle on your nape, pulling you closer, trying to devour what he can from your lips, losing the rhythm you set for the kiss, he gets greedy. His tongue swirled against your own. Your eyebrows furrow, you tug his hair rather harshly to remind him of who is in charge now, and his eyes roll back.
You return to kissing him slowly. Pushing your tongue inside his mouth and taking your time dragging it against his, your hand let go of his hair. Now, caressing his throat, you can feel him shiver, his hands shaking as they grip you.
Your hand wrapped around his neck, squeezing it, and the moan he let out had your underwear drenched. You squeeze again as the fervor of the kiss increases. He didn't know if he should focus on kissing you back or on the grasp of your hand on his neck, cutting off enough oxygen for him to start feeling dizzy. As if he wasn't already suffocating from your presence.
Drool fell from the corner of his lips, quick gasps for air left his mouth and he felt like he could cum just from you choking him and making out with him.
You pulled back and licked your lips. The grip on his neck was loose now, allowing him to breathe, pulling his face up you could only stare in awe at the view in front of you.
Phainon, red as a ripe tomato. His chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, lips swollen from your harsh treatment, and parted slightly as he exhaled. Drool falling from the corner of his mouth, half-lidded eyes looking at you with a burning want. Ready to take whatever you'd give him.
You just want to tease him.
“On your knees, puppy.” Phainon didn't waste a second before going on his knees in front of you, his hand resting on your calf, giving you that pleading look. His hand slithered from your calf to under your knees, pushing your legs apart and slotting himself in between them. His face is leaning on your inner thigh.
You tutted “ah ah, not yet, pretty thing.” You pushed him back and he obeyed with an annoyed whine. “Hands on your knees,” you ordered, and he did as you wished. His hands gripping his knees and digging into his flesh. “So obedient, aren't you…” You raise your leg and lay your foot on his thigh, running it up then back down once it nears his crotch.
Each slow drag of your foot on his thigh sent electric waves through his body, and his nails dug deep into his knees. Holding himself down by a thread, “You live for teasing me, dawnlight.” Phainon said gruffly. Chuckling a little, his eyebrows knitted and a hiss left his mouth once your foot settled on his bulge, rubbing the top of the tent slowly.
“Really now? I say you quite enjoy it.” You whisper, applying a little more pressure on his cock. Watching him squirm and struggle to keep himself in check, his hips buckle up to meet your touch, grinding against your foot slowly. Small sighs left his lips. His cock straining is his pants, looking for delicious relief.
“I'm surprised, puppy. You held yourself pretty well…” You move your foot against his crotch faster than before, yet still slow in general. “wanna get a reward, hm?”
“Yes.. Oh Titans- yes.. ” he choked out, face burning and hands aching to feel you under his fingertips, to get a hold of you in any way he can.
“Treat yourself, pretty.”
Phainon wastes no time, wrapping his hand around your ankle and kissing the dorsum of your foot then your inner ankle, making his way up through your calf, kissing each inch like it was worship. Sighs left his lips, his tongue dragged and teeth nipped at your inner thigh. You exhale shakily “You're so beautiful…” he says like a mantra.
Phainon whispers sweet nothings as he kisses your skin, pushing your skirt up to your stomach. Leaving you in your underwear. He looked at the wet patch forming in it and leaned in, burying his face between your thighs, licking your clit through your underwear.
Your hands tangled in your hair and he pulled you closer by the hips, pushing your panties to the side and sighing, his hot breath hitting your core pleasantly, Phainon’s tongue dragged around your entrance, his nose brushing against your clit as he drank up your essence, tasting like sweet honey on his tongue.
You moan once his tongue laps at your cunt, dragging it in and out then circling your clit, suctioning it between his lips and giving it small licks then adding a mixture of pulling with his teeth. Groaning when you pull his hair, sending vibrations that have you arching your back and grinding against his tongue.
Phainon kept licking and sucking your clit, his cock nearly exploding from the teasing earlier and now the small gasps and shy moans you were letting out, you were still trying to be in control. He felt like a starved animal, each noise you made had him jolt, his cock twitching and aching.
His tongue is working on you faster, a merciless rhythm, your moans got louder, your thighs shook and he groaned again, his arms wrapped around your hips. Shutting down any attempt of running from what he was giving you, he moaned shamelessly as you gripped fistfuls of his hair and pulled at them.
His tongue flattened against your clit, the muscle moved up and down with a little pressure. The pooling heat in your stomach broke and you came with a long string of moans, some of his name and some praising how good he's making you feel. Your essence gushing out and staining his face.
Phainon let out a strained groan, still licking your now overstimulated clit. His grip on your hips tight, leaving you to only take more.
“Phainon!! Stop- stop! I already came!!” you exclaim, trying to regain the dominance you had over him, your eyes rolling back as he still lapped at your cunt with the same intensity, your thighs shut tight around his head. He groaned and forced them back open.
“please- Hah,, please darlin’ just one more.” he said between licks and sucks. “Just one more, yeah? I promise. You can give me another. Won't you?” phainon gave you a pleading look, and he was back to suckling before pushing two fingers inside your weeping cunt, curling them at just the right places.
Mewls left your mouth as his fingers worked inside you harshly, trying to force another orgasm out of you. It didn't take long for you to start clenching around his fingers, your hands pushed at him trying to escape the immense pleasure, yet your hips chased his fingers. Looking for the bliss they had to offer.
Phainon chuckles “you're so pretty like this..“ his voice is deep and strained, vibrating on your clit and having you moan loudly, reaching the brink of ecstasy once again, rather quickly thanks to the great overstimulation.
he followed, his tongue weakly licking off what he could as a wet patch grew larger in his pants, his aching cock finding some relief from watching your expression shift into that of bliss as you released on his mouth and fingers. Thick ropes of semen stained through his pants, although it was the least of his concerns.
He was too focused helping you come down from your high, he watched with hearts in his eyes as you caught your breath. A hand on your mouth, your chest raising and falling. Looking down at the sight of him covered in your slick between your thighs. His stained pants catching your attention.
“Fucking loser, did you cum just from eating me out?” you managed out, a little mean but he deserved it because he didn't listen to your order of stopping.
What you didn't expect is the harsh slap to your oversensitive clit and cunt, a chuckle coming from him.
“It's really cute that you think you're still in charge. It's my turn now, baby.” and you go wide eyed as he pressed your legs up to your chest, his other hand coming down to unzip his pants, freeing his cock that had been screaming all night. Rubbing it against your slit, the red angry tip resting on your throbbing clit.
“Not fair.. this is not how i wanted it to go.” you whine, trying to keep yourself from moaning and just begging him to wreck you.
“Nothing is fair, dawnlight.” he coos at you and leans in to kiss you as he slowly bullies his thick cock inside you, inch by inch. His tip kissing your cervix and length stretching you, pushing against all your sweet spots.
He stays still for a second, relishing in the sensation of your tensing walls clamping around him after waiting for so long, he takes in the feeling and the sight of you under him. He leans down to kiss you again.
“cmon you-.. Phainon, please..!” you whine and he chuckles, kissing the corner of your eyes "whatever you want i give you, darling." and he sits back up, watching as he pulls his cock back out, leaving only the head in. Then watching it disappear inside you as he drags it back in, your tightness around him nearly making him cum right there.
“mm.. Look so fucking good writhing on my cock” he pressed on your lower abdomen, the intensity of his thrusts increasing, he guided your legs to wrap around his waist “See how- hah.. See how nicely it fits in you, hm? Made just f’me… all mine.”
His thrusts are now torturous, angled to keep prodding at that sweet spot that had you rolling your eyes and digging your nails in his back, leaving red crescents and scratches on him like ownership marks.
"Mhm, still think anything's fair, baby? Hah- can you even think with my cock buried deep in you like this?" he rubbed your clit then gave it a slap, earning a whimper from you. "too dumb on my cock hm? Already gonna cum for the third time, yeah? Hah... You feel so fucking good, wish i could keep you like this."
“ah hah-! Pha- phainon.. Please!” you beg, when you know he can't deny you anything. “Cum with me, dawnlight. Let me- hah.. Let me fill you.” he whispers against your neck, his voice an Octave lower and you can't help but do as he says.
Your third orgasm hits you like a truck. Throwing your head back and moaning, legs forced open to accommodate for phainon. Cunt stretched and full to the brim as he pressed on your abdomen.
You spasm around him and he groans, shooting his load of semen deep inside you with a groan of your name. His grip on you leaves red handprints on your skin.
He slumps on top of you with a few slow drags to ride out both of your highs, he's still buried in you. His head rests on the crook of your neck, your sweet scent filling his nostrils and calming him down. You wrap your arms around his shoulder and sigh.
“I love you, phainon.” you kiss his temple, and he kisses your neck in return “i love you too, [name].”
Admist your soaking in, he suddenly flipped you over to rest prone on your stomach, his cock twitching and coming to life against your ass. Running his hand all over your body as he rested his chest on your back.
"seriously phainon?! I was right calling you a dog in heat..." you complain, or pretend to.
"sorry, but declaring your love to me while i was still inside you really had me going again. Plus, i'm still not over how hot you looked actin' all bossy and calling me puppy." he murmured against your neck, kissing it and nipping at it.
All you can do all night was mewl under him and take it all.
A/n: ayeee on a scale of one to ten how would you rate my first time writing smut 😎 seriously this was pure self indulgence because im so horny over phainon today👉👈.
Smut, bondage, unholy words, sub! Aether, dom! Reader, female and male reader, hair pulling, so minors. Do not interact!⚠️
Both have f! And m! Reader
If you do not like it, I understand. It's my first time writing smut 🥲 also this is pretty long.
I need help with my choices rn
People who asked choice C -private-
@raesleepyhead @jamieswings they didn't know what was coming...
Sorry, I tried to find a perfect image without *cough* *cough* being specific so I just had to use Google it came from Pinterest and it didn't tell me the artist...
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Choice C has been chosen
"Oh? Well, I can do this one."
Aether tilted his head in confusion. He moved closer so he can see what you chose....
"...! W- wait, you are actually doing it?!!?!" He blushed. Feeling flustered, he covered his face with both of his hands.
"Did you perhaps didn't want to?"
He shakes his head as a sign of no. He went to the bed, waiting for you. You got something in return for granting his wish.
[I'm re-thinking my life choices rn]
{Bold is the reader}
[And when he says your name]
Male! Reader
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He looked so pretty tied up in red ropes ♥︎
As you trailed down kisses on his neck, he whined. Trying to unzip your pants with his mouth. But when he saw your cock, he widen his eyes. He wondered how it's gonna fit? You reassured him that it will. You were just joking around, opening the cabinet to find some lube. To your surprise, there was a bottle of lube. Half used.
"My my! I didn't know you would do such things behind my back. Do you perhaps imagine me fucking your brains out?"
Smirking at his little attempt to look away. His throat was dry for words. He could only whimper at your words, you put a good amount of lube. Shoving a finger inside him, he arched his back trying to bite his lips to refrain his moans. Archons, your hands are too big! He can just even cum from it. You kissed him, licking the blood.
"Don't do that, your hurting yourself. Plus, I want to hear you. But even if you still do, you'll still be screaming my name in the end anyways."
Before he could answer, you shoved a second finger into him, he lets out a moan. Scissoring him even though he felt too much stimulation. You didn't even notice he came.
"T- too sensitive! Hgnh-"
He whined you to stop. His mouth doesn't match up with his body grinding into your fingers as you put a third one.
He frowned when he felt the loss of contact, he was about to say something until you kissed him. Muffling his moans in the kiss. You untied him and he thought he was free but until you griped his wrist and tied it to the bed frame.
You opened his legs, struggling to keep them close but stopped after you bit his thigh.
Very soft
You went between his legs, and before he could process it, you shoved your cock in him.
"HnGHHhH~! N- name! To m- much!"
He choked out a sob. Feeling pleasure and pain flowing through him, he couldn't think straight anymore! Only thinking about your cock. He wonders if three fingers are even enough! You made him all putty in your hands. You let him adjust it until you slammed into him once more.
Choking out a sob, he was a moaning mess.
After he came, you got your cock out of him but he tries to put it back in, grinding in the process.
"*hic* p- please name! Fuck me more! Let me touch you! Please! Cum in me!"
He begged you, sobbing when he didn't feel you. You kissed the tears away, rubbing his back to Soothe his cries. As soon as you untied him, he pushed you down on the bed. Putting his hands on your chest. Grabbing your cock to align it to his hole.
Slamming down, he stopped himself from cuming, edging in the process. He bounced on your cock, saying muffled praises about how good your cock feel inside of him.
You pushed the bulge that you made, that send him to Celestials. You continued fucking him, chasing your own pleasure. As you finally came inside him, you looked up to see aether passed out, smiling.
Of course, you cleaned him. Putting him in some comfortable clothes before cuddling him. Wrapping your arms on his waist.
Female! reader
{Bold is the reader}
[And when he says your name]
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He looked so pretty in red ropes ♥︎
He kept squirming around, he wanted to touch you! He just wants to stuff his face into your chest :( can't blame him. It looks really soft
"You can take 1 round right? I know you can. If you do, I'll set you free."
He nodded, he tried to keep calm but wanted to be inside you so badly! Whining, you started stroking him. Whimpering at the sensation, he started moaning. But tried to refrain it by biting his lips.
"Hmm, let's not do that, shall we? I like how my name sounds when you say it. Even if you still do it, I'll make sure to make you scream it."
As you whispered in his ear. He tried to hide his face in your neck from you seeing him being flustered. You stopped, his breathe hitched from the loss of contact. He looked at you, about to say something until you slammed down on him.
"H-Hngh!"
He choked out a sob, he felt so good! He arched his back, as you grind onto him. He felt so happy when you released him from the ropes! He hugged your waist as you move up and down, Begging to cum.
"Alright, I'll permit you for being such a good boy."
The moment you gave him the permission he came. But you were still going, he trembled and became overly sensitive from the last one. He stuffed his face in your chest, giving a light squeeze.
"T- too sensitive! I can't, please N- name!"
Although he says that, his body doesn't match up the way it buckled his hips into you. You both came, patting his head saying compliments of how good he is.
Smiling happily as he rests his tired state on you, laying on your chest....he fell asleep. Of course, you woke up before him so you got him cleaned.
a/n: pls lmk if any of these links arent working!!! and reminder: if most of these don’t work for you, it’s probably because you don’t have a twitter account. you need one for most
Something I’m always in awe of, is how love is depicted in Attack On Titan. Mostly, because it feels realistic and relatable. Love isn’t always the big, over-the-top Romeo and Juliet type.
Love is Eren wrapping a scarf around Mikasa.
Armin regularly going to see Annie.
Love is Levi and Hanji knowing each other so well, they’re able to communicate without the need for words.
Historia trusting Ymir so much, that she was the first one she revealed her real name to.
Love isn’t always flowers and big confessions like the ones we see in movies or media. Daily, human love lays in the detail. It’s in consistency, in those little day-to-day gestures a person can have with another. it’s in waiting for your partner with a nice meal at home, in sharing a moment of comfort, in understanding eachother by just looking into one another’s eyes. it’s in protecting and caring and nurturing and motivating.
And it’s why love in Attack On Titan will always feel real. Palpable. Beautifully subtle.
To me, it will always be grounbreaking how, in a world so full of hatred, Isayama managed to create so many unbreakable bonds of the most imperfectly pure love, and how he was able to explore love in all of its different phases and colors.
Love between brothers/family:
Love between friends:
Idolatry (the tpye of love that makes you go blind)
Unrequited love:
Grief (the loss of someone you loved):
New-found love:
It will always be close to my heart, how Attack On Titan shows love at every corner, in every frame: in words of hope, in helping somebody who struggles, in the will to protect somebody at the highest of costs, in the joking and teasing in affectionate ways. It’s all there, in the small, in what the eye doesn’t always see. It’s always been.
So, even when Attack On Titan can be seen as a work of war and life and death and how the evil parts of the human world work, to me, it will forever be a work I remember for being overflowed with love, too.
✧ Room Content: Dom! Top! GN! AMAB! Incubus! Reader x Sub! Switch! Priest! Kaveh x Sub! Bottom! Incubus! Alhaitham, mostly focused on Kaveh, threesome, sacrilegious themes (Catholicism), worshipping and blasphemy, inexperienced virgin Kaveh, Kaveh has religious guilt regarding masturbating/sex, Kaveh wears a clerical collar, handjob (reader receiving), frotting (Alhaitham with Kaveh), vague incubus powers (entering dreams and binding tattoos). Leave a note if anything was missed out.
✧ Retrieved Notes: [The head of the fortune cat appears on the front desk.]
It started out quite innocently in Kaveh’s mind really.
It was another early morning Sunday mass. The same old kind where it was mostly just grandparents attending, when the warm sunlight hasn’t quite fully peeked through the clouds yet. The lights in the church weren’t all on either because only the front few pews were occupied anyway, dousing the environment in a cold sort of blueish grey.
For Father Kaveh, the processes were all the same. The same parishioners, the same blue-greyness, the same prayers. It was always the same and it has always been for a while now.
But today was different. During his homily, he caught a glimpse of two unfamiliar faces sitting amongst the congregation in the wooden pews of the church. It’s hard not to notice such a charming presence intently listening in on the homily he had prepared in a crowd of churchgoers who looked half asleep.
(He would be lying if he said that the both of you weren't attractive too. Unfortunately, lying is definitely a sin. Hence, he simply admits it in his mind and files it away in a mental archive for… further reflection when he has the time. Ugh, it’d be better if that man next to you put down the book he was reading.)
If he injected a little more pep into his homily after you piqued his interest, then no one but God has to know.
However, he's later promptly caught off guard when the two of you were the first ones to approach him after mass for a chat. Kaveh’s never one to turn down an opportunity to get to know and welcome new parishioners so of course he enthusiastically grasped at the chance to talk to the both of you.
Sparing a subtle glance up and down, he drinks in the sight before him. You were both dressed impeccably, not a single hair out of place, sinfully glamourous. But Kaveh knows better than to ogle so he tears his gaze away and instead focuses on making conversation instead.
“A blessed morning to the both of you! I don't think I've ever seen you two in the early morning congregation before, I am Father Kaveh, the priest of this parish.”
He extends a hand for a handshake, first towards you, which you grasp firmly. When you make contact with him, Kaveh is slightly taken aback at the heightened warmth of your touch on his skin.
“Sorry, I’ve been told I run hotter than most, but it’s a pleasure to meet you, Father Kaveh,” your voice is smooth and pleasing to the ear, a shake snaking its way down his spine when you say your own name. Silently, he repeats your name in his mind, and he’s further charmed when you remark, “I’ve heard a lot about you, all good things, don’t worry, which is why Alhaitham and I came to see you.”
Kaveh’s head swivels to look over at the other, Alhaitham, and when he shakes his hand, he finds out that the both of you run rather hot. There’s a book held in his other hand, the one he was reading earlier during mass.
“Likewise, a pleasure to meet you,” Alhaitham says, levelling Kaveh with an unreadable stare, “We look forward to getting to know you more.”
At this, Kaveh beams, a cheery grin on his face, “As do I. If you ever need it, the mass timings are always in the weekly church bulletin, I hope to see the two of you more often.”
He excuses himself to chat with the other parishioners, bidding the two of you goodbye. However, even whilst talking to the others and hearing about their day-to-day troubles, and throughout the rest of the week, he finds his mind drifting back to the both of you. What makes you so memorable, so charming to him? Is it the way you carry yourself? Your voice? Or is it simply just, you?
He catches himself looking forward to the next mass where he might see you again, to spot your faces amidst the tired crowd, to converse again. And he does, every Sunday morning mass.
Kaveh sees you and Alhaitham sitting in the same pew every time you attend and it’s almost like clockwork whenever his eyes quickly dart over to the two of you when he’s addressing the congregation. And he firmly attests that you crack him a small smile when you catch him doing so, as if you knew he was going to glance over at that very second.
Over the weeks, he’s grown attached despite the warning bells scolding him not to at the back of his mind.
“Kaveh, get a hold of yourself, you’ve dedicated yourself to the church, this is no way to be thinking of your parishioners,” slapping his cheeks lightly, he tries to shake the thoughts of you out of his head but it seems like no matter what he does, you’ve managed to slither your way into his brain, where you now reside in 24/7.
Sighing, he says a prayer (one imploring for the strength to resist temptation) before he tucks himself into bed for a restful night.
Except, it’s anything but.
As soon as he succumbs to slumber, his eyes snap open at the sensation of a hand stroking through his hair. They adjust to the ceiling light in his room, strange, didn’t he turn them off before sleeping?
Blearily looking up, he sees the twin troubles plaguing him. But there’s no way the two of you are here, you don’t know the church grounds that well and there should be no reason for you to know which room he stays in either. It’s all improbable and that’s how he figures out that this is just some sort of fucked up lucid dream. (A small buried part of him deflates at this knowledge for some reason.)
“Hey Father Kaveh, sorry we couldn’t wait until the next Sunday, so we’ve come to see you early,” your words snap him out of his thoughts.
“Oh no, for you to infiltrate even my dreams, just how much am I thinking about the two of you?” Kaveh grumbles as his hand goes to rest over his eyes. He hears you chuckle before Alhaitham speaks next.
“So you think about us too?” The bed shifts and another hand joins in to roughly tussle his hair.
“Begrudgingly so, it’s as if you’ve consumed my every waking thought,” a weak sigh, “Maybe it’s a test from above, something meant to test me.”
“That’s rough, Father Kaveh, to be reduced to ‘something meant to test you’, after all these weeks,” you feign a watery tone, “Is that all you see us as?”
“No! Of course not!” He yells out, snapping to sit upright and grabbing your hands. As if he could ever see you as a burden to shoulder. You’ve been nothing but courteous and kind to him, a rare indulgence in his routine days and scheduled masses. Someone who actually consistently converses with him, asking about him, caring for him.
The bed shifts again, Alhaitham and you moving to sit in closer next to him, and you ask, “That’s a relief, then what do you see us as?”
Kaveh feels that familiar quiver snake its way down his spine, like all those weeks ago when it first started, the words caught in his throat as he scrambles to produce an appropriate yet truthful answer to your loaded question.
“I… I can’t lie,” his voice is shaky, trying to navigate the chaos in his mind for the right thing to say.
“It’s fine, you can tell us,” Alhaitham’s voice lulls.
Whatever. It’s a dream after all.
Kaveh sucks in a breath before blurting out, “My thoughts about the two of you have veered into more sinful territories-!”
A beat of silence passes and he buries his face into his hands, bright red all the way up to the tips of his ears.
“Such an honest priest we have here on our hands, anything else you want to confess, Father Kaveh?” Your tease makes him flush even more, intense embarrassment washing over him but it changes instantly when you turn his hand over and gently kiss the back of it.
Great, now his mind is making him dream of such situations?
His vision spins when he feels Alhaitham’s hands roam up his back, the heat permeating through his pyjamas as you lean in next to his ear, your breath on his exposed skin hot, hot, hot.
“I would give you your penance but it seems like we’ve run out of time, shame,” your tongue darts out to lick the shell of his ear and he shakes. You snap your fingers.
“Wake up.”
Kaveh snaps up, awake for real this time. The warm sunlight streams in through a window but he can’t find it in himself to enjoy such a wonderful morning when his mind is still reeling from such a depraved dream. He looks down. He’s hard.
No matter what he does, his usual morning prayers, an awfully cold shower, nothing helps to solve his problem. And he’s running out of time with the next scheduled mass coming up soon.
Biting his bottom lip, he experimentally presses his palm against his clothed cock, immediately rewarded with a rush of pleasure through his body. Repeating the action, he palms his erection, breath coming out in pants at the ramping buzz in him.
“Hah… Forgive m-me Father, for I- ah! -have sinned,” Kaveh blubbers out pitifully between breaths, praying as he tries to tear his mind away from the sin of his act.
He’s never… touched himself in such a way before, and to discover how terrifyingly addictive the bliss that he’s been holding himself back from experiencing all this time is, he feels his resolve crack.
Hurriedly, he shimmies his pants and underwear down, just enough for him to wrap his hand around his cock, revelling in the newness of the sensation. He starts with a light tug, aided by the amount of precum from his earlier palming, and the direct friction goes to muddy his brain. He resorts to biting down on his finger to muffle his noises lest anyone comes down the corridor.
Thoughts of you and Alhaitham flood his brain, the way his hands crept up his back, your tongue on his skin. Unconsciously, his hand speeds up its pace, slick sounds and stifled lewd moans filling the room the more he thinks about the two of you, the fantasies growing more and more unrestrained.
What would you think if you found out this is how your church’s priest spends his time? Would you berate him? Or would you indulge him? Maybe you’d teach him how to masturbate, your hand covering his own as you guide him on how to stroke your dick while Alhaitham steals kisses from him.
He thinks of your voice whispering lowly into his ear, frighteningly realistic, “We want you, Kaveh.”
Head thrown back, he feels the pressure building up to a peak in him, muscles draw taut as a blinding white-hot pleasure shoots through him, and he cums for the first time in his life ever, the forbidden fruit that he’s denied himself up till now.
Kaveh struggles to catch his breath after his high, desperately rutting into his hand to ride it out. After he does, he’s instantly filled with an indescribable guilt, rushing into the bathroom to wash off the evidence of his act, staring at his dishevelled appearance in the mirror.
How could he think of you in such a way? (How could he not?)
The next time he approaches the both of you after mass, he makes sure to do it after most of the crowd has already gone off, leaving the three of you alone. Avoiding your gazes, he starts.
“Apologies to keep the two of you waiting… some of the others had a lot to chat about,” a forced laugh, “But it is in my best interest that I should stop interacting so much with you both.”
You give him a quizzical look and Alhaitham quirks an eyebrow at his words, making him quickly tack on some reassurance, “It’s not the fault of either of you, worry not. And it would be too much for me to get into-”
“Certainly not,” Alhaitham cuts him off, his voice alluring, “It’s fine, you can tell us.”
Unable to stomach the thought of his relationship with you souring and ending on a bad note, he swallows down his fear and invites the two of you to his quarters to come clean about everything.
So, how is it that he’s found himself in this position?
It started out already rather lewdly in your mind.
Catching wind of a devout priest in town, loved by many, adored by most. Naturally, it was your job as an incubus to corrupt him. And they’ve assigned your lovely junior, Alhaitham, as your partner in sin.
The first meeting went well enough, charming Kaveh without the use of your powers, it seems as if he was as taken with you as you were with him. His lovely blond locks, his sweet voice, that downright sinful waist of his. How long would it take until he would snap and tumble into bed with the two of you so that you could defile him and show him the delectable paradise of ecstasy that he’s been abstaining from?
Over the weeks, you’ve teased Kaveh in the most minute of ways. Sly innuendos tossed in nonchalantly during conversations, lingering touches that you can see him secretly longing for. And perhaps you can’t say that Alhaitham and you aren’t unaffected by his charm too.
The impatience was driving the both of you wild, judging from how uncharacteristically antsy he’s been behaving. You’re no stranger to being intimate with him, indulging him when he gets particularly needy. And you can tell he’s pent up when he’s grinding on your thigh as he kisses you, so spoiled.
When you break apart, cupping his cheek, you ask, “Think our priest is asleep yet? How about we pay him a little visit?” Snapping your fingers, you transport the two of you into Kaveh’s dream, where you plant the final seeds of temptation and guide him down the blissful path of damnation.
The dream ended way too fast for your liking but it all worked out in the end, since now you’re here, in Kaveh’s room with him seated in your lap facing you.
Kaveh’s mind is spinning, unable to comprehend how fast all this is moving. First, he invites the two of you in to talk everything over in a more private location. Then, everything comes spilling out, his thoughts about you, even the sensual dream. His eyes are pinned to his hands clenched into fists in his lap, in fear that your gazes might be one of disgust towards him. It’s all too much, he’s backed himself into something too raw and too vulnerable and he can’t help when tears well up in his eyes, falling onto his hands.
A quick glance over to Alhaitham, and you pull Kaveh into your lap, an act to console him. Gently moving his head onto your shoulder for him to cry into, you shush him.
“Oh Father Kaveh, please don’t feel so guilty, after all, isn’t it natural to be tempted?” Patting the back of his head, you watch as Alhaitham rises from his seat and moves Kaveh’s long hair aside to brush his lips along the exposed skin of his nape.
“If holding it all in is causing you so much distress,” Alhaitham plants a kiss on Kaveh’s neck, “Perhaps giving in is the answer.”
“...No, I can’t,” Kaveh weeps, yet there’s a hesitation in his voice, as if he’s not fully convinced that he should turn away from the pleasure that you two can bring him.
“No one has to know,” your hands cup the sides of his face and move him so that you can look into his eyes, the sincerity behind them startling him when you say, “We want you, Kaveh.”
The world seems to stop when you say those words, his heart soaring and in the split second, his resistance slips away. He abandons it all for you, for a longing reciprocated, for a tangible love, and he presses his lips onto yours.
He whines into the kiss when you take charge, your tongue swiping against his bottom lip and he gasps. When you enter his mouth, your saliva mixing with his, his breath hitches as his desire suddenly heightens tenfold. You can feel him getting hard in your lap, ever so slightly grinding down without even realising it.
“Will you let us take you apart? Allow us to worship and love you like you deserve? To open your eyes to the true salvation of human pleasure?”
Kaveh’s drowning in your words, the blessing that the two of you are gracing him with, leaving him bare and naked in his longing.
“Please.”
Soon, you have the blond seated on the edge of his bed and stripped of all his clothing, except for his white clerical collar, which still lays clasped loosely around his neck.
“Look at you Father Kaveh, perhaps mankind was indeed made in God’s image,” you watch on from above him as Alhaitham laves a tongue over Kaveh’s clavicle, “If not, how else would you look so divine?”
He flushes crimson at your praise, bashful at how unaffected you are in this scenario. You move and sit next to him on the bed, unzipping your pants as he watches on with bated breath.
“From your mouth to God’s ear, Father Kaveh, your fantasies have been heard and they’ll be fulfilled today.”
Like him, you’re already hard, precum beading at your tip. Your hand goes to grab his, bringing it over and wrapping it around your shaft. Covering his hand with yours, you entertain his desires, cooing as you slowly start to move his hand, pumping your cock at a steady pace while you savour the sensation of his hand.
Kaveh’s eyes are glued to the sight of you guiding his hand up and down on your length, the warmth of your hand over his own. He’s enraptured until he feels fingers under his chin, tilting his head up and suddenly he’s locking lips with Alhaitham. When he realises that the two of you are actually recreating the scene from his imagination, his mind is left reeling.
He moans into the kiss with Alhaitham when he feels you throb in his hand, more pre dribbling from your tip.
“You’re so good, Father Kaveh, always so kind, so understanding, hmm?” Your praise gets him so worked up, his hips uselessly rutting up against nothing but something settles onto his lap and presses against his own cock. Cracking his eyes open, he realises that Alhaitham has slotted himself into his space, and breaking away from the kiss so that Kaveh can breathe, he frots his erect hard-on against Kaveh’s.
“Maybe this way I’ll keep your attention on me too,” the grey haired male says, hands going to rest at Kaveh’s hip to steady himself as he ruts.
He can feel his legs shaking as that daunting pressure starts to build inside of him again like before. The pacing of his strokes under your hand begins to falter as he chases after his high, grinding more and more frantically against the man in his lap.
But just as he’s seconds away from reaching his orgasm, Alhaitham clambers out of Kaveh’s space, at the same time, you remove his hand from your body
The sudden detachment brings him back down from his almost peak, his mind clearing up just enough for him to whine out, “Wh- What was that for?”
“We’re saving the best for last, Father Kaveh,” you say as the two of you manhandle his pliant body into position.
Alhaitham’s beneath him, hands gripping the headboard as he lays on his back, facing upwards. Alternatively, Kaveh’s on all fours on the bed, hands and knees on either side of Alhaitham with you standing at the foot of his bed, hands firmly gripping onto his hips.
“Are you ready to take us into your heart, to accept us for all that we are,” and you all but purr his name, “Kaveh?”
“Yes. Yes, please,” he begs, desperation akin to a sinner’s prayer.
“Such a lovely obedient lamb, truly the best one in the flock. I’d say you should finally get a reward for such excellent behaviour,” He gulps at your words, the praise you’re showering him in muddling his thoughts as he anticipates whatever the two of you have planned for him.
Goosebumps rise on his skin when you trace a blunt nail up his spine. However, the breath is punched from his chest when he looks back down at Alhaitham, pointed horns crowning his head, emerging from his mop of grey hair. His head snaps to look at you over his shoulder where he sees a similar sight. Coiled horns like a ram’s adorn you, leathery unfurled wings, and a long slender tail that’s tipped with a heart at the end.
“My dearest lamb, I ask you once more. Do you take us into your being, to love us for what we are,” your voice takes on a sultry tone, dripping with sinful indulgence, “To let us defile you?”
His head bowed, he dutifully replies, “I offer all of myself up to you.”
And with this, you partake in the feast of him.
Coating your fingers in your thick aphrodisiacal spit, you rest one hand on his ass, spreading him apart as you prod at his rim.
“Relax for me, Father Kaveh, you’re in good hands and we’ll never lead you astray.” You hear him release the breath he’s holding and he untenses, allowing you to slip a finger into him.
“Ah-!” The sensation is unfamiliar but not unwelcome, the stretch gradually turning into a growing pleasure thanks to its aphrodisiac qualities, slowly getting used to the feeling of being filled as you prepare him to take you.
A finger loops through his clerical collar and pulls him down. Looks like Alhaitham’s had enough of being ignored. He kisses him like a man starved, teeth clacking noisily as he drinks in Kaveh’s moans.
Taking this opportunity to slip in another finger, your other hand goes to grip his waist, steadying him as he loses himself to the mounting delectation. Scissoring your fingers, it proves to be too much for the inexperienced Kaveh and his legs give out from beneath him, pressing him against Alhaitham’s body.
“Haitham, did you prep yourself beforehand?” He nods briskly at your question. Lowering yourself down so you’re bearing down on Kaveh, you lick the shell of his ear, (he shivers), and ask.
“Do you think Haitham can take you? He’s been waiting for you for so long, he’s even prepared himself for you.”
Between dazed blinks, Kaveh manages to process your words, nodding his head and muttering out a dumb, “Uh- Uh huh.”
With this, Alhaitham lines his hole up with Kaveh’s drooling cock, and with you pushing down on his hips from above him, Kaveh’s head pushes past Alhaitham rim, a guttural growl leaving your junior’s lips at the sensation of Kaveh sinking into him with your guidance.
“M-Move please…!” Alhaitham groans out when Kaveh doesn’t seem to do anything when he bottoms out inside of him. The lewd heat that surrounds his length overloads his mind, bliss coursing through every vein in his body.
The erotic sight of your two sweethearts under you, the one who’s supposed to be the incubus pleading for sweet salvation from the once-pure, clueless lamb laying above him who’s finally had a taste of the forbidden fruit. Both of them dewy-eyed and left greedily wanting more. It’s easily all too tempting.
You remove your fingers from Kaveh with a wet shlick! before replacing it with your tip at his entrance. As you push into him, the pressure causes him to reach deeper into Alhaitham, resulting in a lascivious harmony of wanton moans in the room.
And when your tip brushes past his prostate for the first time, he can’t help but mewl, “O-Oh God!”
“Rude to call out someone else’s name when- ugh! -you have two incubi pleasuring you right here, Father Kaveh!” Punctuating this with a sharp thrust, you wring a drawn-out cry from Kaveh.
“S-Sorry! For- hng!! -forgive me!” Pitifully sobbing out, he rocks his hips clumsily back against yours, urging you to fully sheathe yourself in him. With his motions, Alhaitham finally gets the stimulation he’s yearned for, as Kaveh moves in time with your thrusts.
Your tail wraps itself around Kaveh’s thigh when you encircle your hands around his slim waist.
“I’ll fuck you so good that you’ll be worshipping me when I’m done with you.”
Pulling out until just your tip is left in him, you position your mouth at his shoulder and when you bite down on his pristine untainted skin, it’s the only warning he gets before you sink your length back into him, all the way down to the hilt.
You’ve left your mark on him, marred him, sullied him, defiled him for all of eternity in the eyes of the church. But Kaveh can’t find it in himself to care, too fucked out from the carnal pleasures he’s wrapped up in right now. The way you pound into him, the way Haitham’s walls squeeze down on him. Who is he to say that this isn’t heaven on earth? Who is he to say that this is damnation?
Perhaps he’s found his God in you.
“Hah! God, please! I’m close- ah! -so so close!” He’s delirious and Alhaitham swears he can almost see the hearts in Kaveh’s eyes.
“Calling me your god now, Father Kaveh?”
“Yesss! Please, I’m s-so close, let me- hng! -finish, God, I beg of you!” Kaveh quivers under you as both him and Alhaitham approach their climax. Their breaths come out in ragged pants as you speed up your pace, also chasing your own peak.
“Then take all I give unto you, Kaveh,” you bury yourself as deep as possible as his walls clamp down on you, his head thrown back in ecstasy as the three of you cum together. The searing rapture rips through him as you fill him up, eyes wrenched shut with him seeing stars behind his eyelids. His lower abdomen feels hot as he cums into Alhaitham, whose eyes have rolled back into his sockets, breath hitching at his orgasm.
You complete it with short shallow thrusts, helping the both of them through the fading waves of pleasure, wringing out the last of their debauched noises. When you pull out of Kaveh, a raspy whine rips from him. Manoeuvring his spent body to lie on his back, you’re pleased to see that the session took, evident from the glowing fuchsia tattoo on his lower abdomen.
Pressing a kiss against it, Kaveh shakes at the increased stimulation. Curious, he peers down at it, ghosting his fingers over it as he watches the tattoo’s glow intensity slowly fade and settle into a faint pink outline.
“The three of us have been unified, we’re bound together now, my dearest lamb.”
Alhaitham lazily rolls over to leave a kiss on Kaveh’s cheek before you pull him in by his clerical collar for a chaste kiss on the edge of his lips.
And suddenly, his Sunday mornings don’t seem so dull anymore.
[> You add a clerical collar to your collection.]
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aether and kaveh look like disney princesses i wanna fuck the shit out of
there is no need for elaboration
-🪸
—okay. you’ve got me hooked. rapunzel!aether in part 2! (tba)
—cinderella!kaveh/royalty!reader, sub!bottom!kaveh/top!dom!reader, amab!reader (referred with they/them pronouns) | cinderella au, semi-public sex, quickie, clothed sex, cum as lube, porn with actual plot (don’t let the tags fool u, this is so fucking soft)
You completely regret hosting this party.
It was something that your advisor had tasked you to do. Host a party, find a suitable partner, get an heir so the kingdom has someone to depend on, blah blah blah.
It’s not like you were even that old.
You sigh, a cigarette on your lips as you lay your back on the wall of the balcony. So many folks festering you, for that chance that you’ll somehow hand them their crown.
Your head aches at the number of conversations you have had to endure just to be polite, the amount of times you’ve had to shake off someone from hugging your arm without your consent.
“Oh, fuck!” You hear someone yelp.
And while the owner of this voice sounds overly anxious, you can’t help but want to hear it again, especially with the polite wording that the attendees have used to butter you up. someone swearing right in front of you catches your interest.
Hands reach the bottom of the balcony, and someone lifts their body up to get on the platform.
“Oh god, why is the entrance so crowded?” The person says.
Your ears perk up at that.
“Well, their highness did host it. it’s been a while since such an event has happened.” You answer.
The figure flinches, turning their attention to you.
Your mouth gapes as you finally see who that voice belonged to. Everything about him is enticing that you can’t help but to drown in his gaze.
He’s properly dressed as well, although not anything overwhelming to the eyes.
Now, which family had been hiding such a prince from you?
“Ah sorry, I didn’t realize someone was here.” He quickly apologizes. His cheeks flush, not expecting someone to catch him climbing up a balcony.
“You’re more than welcome to stay.” You offer, craving more of him.
He shakes his head, much to your disappointment.
“I’m actually here for something else.” he says.
You hum. “Also aiming for the heart of their highness, then?”
Take it, unknown prince.
“What?! N-No, not at all!” He screams in reply. “I mean, I'd be flattered if their highness even finds me a bit intriguing.”
“Have you met them?” You ask.
“Oh. I haven’t really got the time for that.” He answers, although he seems to be in a melancholy thought when he does.
Still, you breathe at his beauty. You think you can stare at him for your whole life.
You quickly try to change the topic.
“So, what are you here for?”
He points behind you.
You turn your head back but what faces you is nothing but the empty hallway.
“Sorry?” You question.
“The castle.”
His answers just keep surprising you.
He blushes, rubbing his arm as he paces around the small space of the balcony.
“You’re interested in the architecture?”
As soon as you mention that, he brightens up. “Yes! From what I've seen, it’s alright.”
You feel offended. It is your castle, one for which you’ve decided most of the structure. He seems to notice his mistake as he panics.
“But don’t tell anyone that! Especially not their highness…”
You grin.
“Perhaps, the inside can change your mind?”
“Inside? I don’t think we’re allowed—”
“If we don’t get caught, it’s fine, right?”
“Yes, but—”
You grab the stranger’s hand and lead him inside, he stumbles in after you, the warmth in your hand startling him.
You bring him into different rooms, hoping that one of them will at least suit his taste.
“This?”
“It’s a bit cramped, the furniture set is going against the wallpaper.”
You roll your eyes, he’s so damn picky. That, or you’re just really bad at interior decorating.
Still, you smile at every single word he says. Being royalty, you have no damn clue what he’s saying. But with that pretty voice of his, you could listen to it for hours.
“Don’t you think you’re being a bit too harsh? What if their highness were merely shown bad choices by their architects?” You say, hoping that wouldn’t risk the random attendee persona that you’re playing at the moment.
“If that’s true, they should’ve fired those architects.” He states confidently.
You laugh. “And what, hire you instead?”
He purses his lips, he didn’t expect you to get that so easily.
He stays silent.
“Do you want to?” You ask.
“Get hired?” The look on his face is so innocent like he can’t even believe that you’re asking such a thing. As if the answer is painfully obvious.
You shake your head.
“To build a castle.”
He stares at you dumbfounded. His eyes glimmer as he grabs your hands and does so aggressively. You don’t mind even a second of it.
“Are you fucking crazy? T-That’s like my dream!” He admits. He’s smiling widely, his face nothing but only a few centimeters away from you.
He starts babbling about the materials he’ll make it with, the different types of rooms and decorations he’ll add. He’s so damn fascinating, you don’t even care about the speech that you’re supposed to give by midnight.
It’s like he has planned this for a long time. Everything he says is so intricate. His hands move as if he’s drawing it, he’s a bit shaky but it’s obvious that it’s from excitement. To your amazement, the way he describes everything makes it seem as if you’re actually in that castle in your head.
Once he realizes how much he’s talking, he stutters an apology.
“Sorry! It’s just that no one has ever asked me about this, I mean at home I—”
“Okay. I’ll give that to you.” You reply genuinely, your eyes are focused on his soft lips.
His chest heaves and his golden eyelashes flutter with grace…just looking at you.
“You know that’s impossible. I’m not even a professionally licensed architect.”
“It’s not.”
You’ll make it happen, even if your advisor goes against it. It doesn’t matter if you have to demolish the entire castle you’re in right now.
“It is! You’re just flattering me, I get it. You’ve been nothing but nice to me, but you don’t have to promise and lie to about such things.”
“I mean it.” You say it so sternly that he almost starts believing it.
He sighs deeply. “Going to this party is already a dream come true. There was this little green fairy with white hair, I—”
The words slip out of your mouth, cutting off whatever stupid things he has to say.
“Meeting you is a dream come true.”
The next few moments are a blur. Your hands are all over the unknown stranger. Fuck, it’s as if you’ve been hit with a love spell. You want to keep kissing his mouth, tell him that he has nothing to worry about when you’re with him. That you’ll do anything he asks.
Your prince whines and the sound has you going insane.
You want more.
You’ve gotten so addicted easily that your mind is insatiable.
It doesn’t matter that the room is left unlocked, no one is going to keep your hands off him.
“Hah—God!” He breathes enticingly. His mind is so hazy, so weak at how his heart is pounding each second.
You take off his coat, the clothing echoes as it falls down on the floor. His blouse is silk and you swear you can see the way his chest is lined underneath the white cloth.
Your fingers rubbed his hardened nipples and his entire body shivers. He holds onto your shoulders for support, the aroused moan that escapes his throat is just enough for you to keep doing it, and so you do.
“W-Wait! I-I’ll—” He pushes you for a moment, to take a breath as he slowly composes himself.
You watch him impatiently. You can see how his cock twitches from his tight pants, the wet spot in the center, and his dick dripping from precum as the white liquid seeps through it.
You keep your hands inside your pocket. Despite how your pants are perfectly fitted for you, your cock is begging for warmth, specifically from the blonde stranger in front of you.
He then nods.
“I’m okay…we can continue.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t have any—”
“I can take it. It’s fine.” He says as if he’s in a hurry. You’re not sure if it's just because he’s needy or if it’s something else.
You still indulge in his wants, however.
You’ll have to make do with his own fluids although you really don’t want to do anything that’ll hurt him.
Your fingers steadily prepare his walls and you’re trying your best to not be greedy. His needs first, more than anything.
He’s so damn tight, not that you need to worry much as the sounds he’s making are signaling everything but pain.
He’s so soft and so perfect that you’re starting to get jealous of even your own fingers.
“Are you..?”
He nods, and desire fills his eyes. It looks like you’re not the only one getting impatient.
When you finally feel his insides with your cock, the expectations you had were completely blown out of the water. Your hands find their way to his waist and it’s perfect.
The first thrust is enough to send you to heaven.
“Keep going.” He pleads.
You continue to pound into him, enjoying how each one brings out a soft mewl from the blonde.
His cock is dripping white on the floor, and the carpet gets soaked. You know you need to get that replaced but instead, you want to keep the stain there, as if some kind of trophy.
And while you stir up his insides, a familiar noise bothers your ears.
You don’t let it even phase you, enjoying the pleasure that’s eating you up.
However, your prince decides otherwise.
“H-Hold on! What was that—”
“Just the clock. You don’t need to bother yourself with it.”
A groan escapes your throat, feeling how he tenses up all of the sudden.
“Is it twelve?” He asks.
“N-No, but it’s close. Five more minutes.”
“I need to go.” He says.
No way was he leaving you like this.
“What?”
“I’m so sorry, but I—” His words are cut off by his moaning.
The way you fill him up has him salivating. You didn’t even move but god, his walls clenching on you are betraying his choices right now.
“T-Three minutes.” He whimpers out.
“Thank you, love.”
Your fingers feel up his cock, stroking it up and down while still continuing to pound ruthlessly. He continues to scream out, his mind too overwhelmed from getting his ass and cock ravaged at the same time.
His legs quiver and you have to hold him still. You’re both close and you’ll make sure to have him finish in time at least.
“F-Fuck!” He sobs.
And the worries in your head disappear, cumming inside his walls as he splatters more onto the carpet.
You sigh, your chest thumping as you stand there with your clothes a mess.
He quickly slides off you, trembling but still hastily moving as if the adrenaline has gotten into his head.
“I-I’m so sorry, I’ll try to get in contact with you again. I swear!” He stammers out before fixing his clothes, nearing the doorway.
“Don’t go through the balcony! There’s an exit to the right of this room!” You say, helping him out despite your wishes to keep him here.
“Thanks!” He shouts back.
You swipe the sweat on your forehead, zipping your pants back on.
The clock chimes as it signals it’s midnight. What a fucking way to end the night.
You hear rushed steps from the hallway.
Your attention turns to the door. Did he come back?
Your disappointment is immeasurable when you find out it’s just your advisor.
“Your highness! I’ve been looking everywhere, you’re late for your speech—Oh my god, what did you—No, who did you?!” She looks disappointed.
You look down. Ah, right.
Who?
Oh fuck, you never got his name.
“I didn’t ask. Oh no.” The realization slowly sets in.
“Excuse me?!” Your advisor answers offended by your words. You can tell how stressed she’s been, her teal hair in a mess.
“I’ll be right there. Let me clean up first, Ma’am”
“I’ll get everyone distracted. Jeez, young ones these days!” She says before rushing away.
The urge to punch the wall in front of you right now is high.
You look at the floor and notice the coat on the floor.
It smells just like him.
You lay your head on the cold table, mind filled with everything but your duties. The only thing that’s engraved in there is nothing but the sweet prince you met a while ago.
But no matter how many times you’ve gone through portraits of different royal families, even going through the nobles, you’re not met with a match.
“Your Highness. I see you’ve been distracted again.”
“Madame Faruzan, I cannot do this anymore.” You tell her wholeheartedly.
Your advisor rolls her eyes.
“Right after I caught you and that whole mess, you should be working.”
“He’s a great guy! He’s skilled with his hands.” You argue with her.
“I do not need to hear what he did with you.”
“That’s not what I meant! He’s an architect, he’s good! I’ve heard how he works, I’ll vouch for him.”
“You’re biased. Something that a ruler should not have. I told you this when you were younger.” She warns you.
It seems that she won’t hear you out no matter how hard you try.
“I really cannot focus.” You say.
It’s the truth. You’ve been sleeping with that coat for weeks, along with other things. As if it’s actually him to begin with.
“If he’s such a great architect, then why don’t you work with that?”
An idea enters your head.
“Ma’am, you’re a genius.”
“Of course.” She says confidently with a smile.
She shakes the compliment off, lord knows she's the smartest person you’ve ever met.
“So? What’s your verdict?” She asks.
A day after, a letter was sent out to the people of your kingdom.
Needless to say, everyone was freaking out.
“Goodness, that’s a big deal. Isn’t it?”
“Right! That’s a big opportunity.”
The entire market was in an uproar as Kaveh shops for his family. He couldn’t care any, especially not with the consequences he faced from being caught out late in the night. They never knew that he went to the party, but he’s sure his snarky scholar of a step-sibling knows.
“Oh, Kaveh.” A friendly face greets him.
“Miss Nilou.”
She smiles at him,
“Are you participating?”
The confused face of Kaveh is enough for Nilou to shake the soul out of him.
“You have to! Their highness is currently looking for an architect to turn the whole castle into something new!”
Kaveh’s eyes widen. “…Actually?”
“Yes! Oh, you have to hurry! It’s only up till today!” She brings it up, and Kaveh rushes home as fast as he can.
It’s almost like a dream come true.
First, that little green fairy that gave him the opportunity to attend the party in the first place. Then, that person he met at the said party who he flushes at every time he thinks of them. And now, this?
He almost tears the whole place down from searching for his plates.
Kaveh compiles it in an envelope. He feels rewarded as if everything that he’s gone through has finally led up to something.
“Fuck! Where is it?” He’s missing a folder.
Technically, what he’s giving is already more of what was asked for. Still, the perfectionist in him cannot stand to not have everything in its place, especially not with the opportunity that he was presented with.
A knock comes from his door and he flinches, his family cannot know about this. They’ll get rid of it again.
“It’s just me.” He relaxes, rolling his eyes before turning back.
“Asshole,” Kaveh says.
“After I saw your folder in the living room and kept it? Alright, I’ll guess I’ll throw it out.” Al-Haitham replies sarcastically.
“You wouldn’t.”
“I kept it for a reason. I wouldn’t throw it out now.” Kaveh forcefully takes out the folder and shoves it into his envelope.
He wants to say thanks, but his pride is too high for that.
“Be home before your curfew, I won’t cover for you.” Al-Haitham says.
Kaveh knows that he will despite the annoying tone that he’s using.
He runs to the front of the castle as fast as he can, his legs were not made out for this kind of journey. Still, he won’t give up.
He reaches the gates luckily, just an hour before the deadline.
Now, all he had to do was wait.
“We got a lot of submissions…and most of them are barely even considered actual pieces. I mean, look at this. Who would turn a castle into a teapot?” Faruzan complains, searching through the different envelopes.
You take a look at the amount and you couldn’t help but agree more. It’s absurd.
“Everyone who’s a licensed architect can be thrown away.” You ordered.
“Did I hear that correctly?” She eyes you as if you’re crazy.
You are.
“It’s fine, I have faith in him.”
After that, the submissions are lessened quite easily. While there were some that had fit up to the standards, they weren’t simply what you were looking for.
You remember every single thing he said, if you could just match that up with an envelope then you’ll be fine.
“We have two left.” Your advisor states.
Two names in front of you. One was named ‘Albedo’ and the other one was named ‘Kaveh’. You hesitate to open, the anxiety that he never heard of this competition or that you have sorted away his piece is eating you.
Your advisor notices this and gives one of her very rare encouragement.
“You said you have faith.”
You sigh, trying to calm down.
“I do.” You say it just loud enough to believe it.
You and Faruzan both take one, opening them at the same time.
Your hands shake as you do.
This ‘Albedo’ is good. God, it’s gorgeous. Though what he’s sent out are more artistic than they are architectural, you can see the vision that he’s presenting, it’s something you think your mystery man would find great fun studying.
You literally cannot do this.
You only had one chance left.
It’s this or nothing.
Faruzan holds your hand while you go through his envelope. It’s breathtaking, it’s almost as what you imagined that time Kaveh was talking to you were right here, laid out perfectly.
“Kaveh.” The name sounds so sweet on your tongue.
Finally.
You dress up in a nice outfit, sitting on the carriage’s seat, trying your best not to scream. You could have gotten the wrong person, but you’re sure that this Kaveh is him.
You’re not accompanied by anyone except your coachman. You’ve asked him “if you’re there yet” about five times.
You bury your face in your hands. This is fine, you’ll be fine.
You almost smack your head face-first on the seat when the carriage comes to a stop without any warning.
The door opens for you.
You hear the gossiping of the people around you and you give them that perfect smile you’ve been taught to do even if it makes you feel uncomfortable.
There’s a person by the door. One who’s certainly not the one you met at the party.
“Hello.” You greet.
“Your highness.” He replies, bowing his head.
There is an awkward silence between the two of you. It is clear that neither of you likes talking.
“I’m looking for—”
“Kaveh, I presume?”
You nod nervously.
He opens the door and shouts, an annoyed response can be heard from the outside.
Everything’s fine, you rule this kingdom. If it’s another person, you can just bomb the whole place away!
The joking in your head does not make it any better.
“I swear this better be important, I was busy—” He stops talking as soon as he meets with your eyes.
There’s a flushed look on his face that matches yours.
“Oh. It’s you…”
There come the gasps from around you.
“He did not just call them that.”
“How disrespectful!”
“Right?!”
You cough, unsure how to state why you’re here. You just hand him the contract.
He shakes as he reads it.
“What…?”
“I told you that I’ll build you a castle.” You remind him.
Kaveh remembers and you can see everything click right in his face. He’s very expressive, not that you were a stranger to that.
“Y-Your Highness.” He stutters.
You wonder if it’s appropriate to go down on your knee.
Fuck it. You can have Madame Faruzan reprimand you later.
The people watching scream in shock as you go down on one knee.
“Now that we have that out of the way…Will you do me the honor of ruling by your side?”
Please say yes, please say yes, please say—
“What?!” Kaveh yells at you.
“G-Get up! Oh my god, your highness!” He tells you.
“I’m not standing up unless you say yes.”
The man you talked to previously whistles before heading inside the house. Kaveh glares at him, he did just not leave him in a situation like this.
“I’m serious, Kaveh.”
“You’re crazy.” He says.
“I know.” You look up to him hopefully.
He’s so red, it’s almost painful to look at. Not that you were any different from his case.
“I—Alright! Yes! So stand up already, your cape is getting dirty and everyone’s looking so—”
You pull Kaveh down by his collar, drowning in his sweet familiar lips.
You pull Kaveh down by his collar, drowning in his sweet familiar lips.
He’s lost track in how many times he tried getting revenge on you from the day prior, he’s tried subtly dropping stuff and picking it back up in front of you, he’s tried “accidentally” rubbing up on your clothed dick, he’s tried everything he could think of. You knew exactly what he was trying to do but you stayed innocent just to piss him off more. He was starting to wonder if all you did was just to mock him. That was partially right.
What pissed him off the most is when you started hanging around Kaveh, his roommate, and flirting with him. Jealousy arose in Al-Haitham but he couldn’t do anything about it, you didn’t belong to him. Though if only he looked closer he would see Kaveh being slipped money just to be flirted with. It was all a sham just to piss Al-Haitham off, that was your desire, rile him up enough to make him come to you. (Ehem).
You decided to double down and go back to your ways of messing with him, when you handed him files in his office you made sure to get close to his lips but not enough to close the gap, as he goes to close the gap? Oh sounds like someone is calling you. He tries to do the same thing to you? You simply wait for him to close the himself but he doesn’t. You and him reading in the library? You move your hand to his thigh, slowly going up and squeezing occasionally, you notice he tries to hide himself, moving your hand to his clothed dick and pleasing him, watching him try to compose himself and continue reading the book in his hands. You feel him pulsating in your hand and he could feel himself getting close to climax as pre-cum dampens his pants. “Please, just a little more, just let me have this, please-“
Al-Haitham’s thoughts cut off as he heard someone call your name, if he could kill someone with a simple thought that person would be dead as hell. (💀). He watched as you got up and walked over to the person calling your name, not before stopping and taking off your coat and leaving it on the table with Al-Haitham, “might rain today!” You said with a smile and walked away, he would curse you out in that library but he didn’t want to draw attention. After you left he calmed down and decided to leave as well, covering his mess with your coat. He’ll give it back later. (No he ain’t💀).
He safely made it back to his and Kaveh’s shared home. Locking the front door not caring of anything else. He went to his bedroom and undressed, ready to change into fresh clothes, his eyes landed onto your coat, the article of clothing reminding him of the moment in the library, how you continued to touch him like that despite the fact someone could easily see the action. He doesn’t know what came over him but he suddenly got the urge to smell the coat, instantly hit with the smell of you. He doesn’t know when but he could feel the ache of his dick that has hard again, begging for relief. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
He was now laying on his bed, dick in hand and his torso covered by your coat, your scent on the thing getting him more hard. Once his hand was covered in enough pre-cum he determined that it was enough to stretch himself out, he reached down further and pushed past his rim, fingers engulfed by walls of flesh. Pushing his fingers in and out at a medium pace, he moaned out to you, hoping you would somehow hear, he was louder than normal, the scent of you not helping. He suddenly pushed on a bundle of nerves that made him cry out louder, wishing it was you doing this to him, he wished you were in him, all he could think about was you and you only. It was like a virus that he couldn’t get rid of. Soon enough he could feel himself right on the edge, he was moaning your name that kept slipping off his tongue and pleas to come. Sooner than he expected he came. The white liquid spilling onto your coat and his abdomen.
He laid there for a moment, coming down from the high, he looked down and realized he had to clean your coat before giving it back. This all started because of Al-Haitham’s asshole-ish behavior towards you, this is your revenge. This all clicked in his head as he realized he had played into your trap. “I guess this is what I deserve, but he isn’t running away next time.”
He drifted into a calm slumber, using your coat as a blanket.
He never heard the desperate knocks on the front door.
Kaveh was left in the heavy rain as he forgot his key once again. His knocks proved useless as he was left no choice but to settle for staying on your couch again. He literally walked to the next house over and knocked, this time the door opened, revealing you in your comfort attire, “what brings you to this part of town Kaveh?” You said jokingly, knowing you were his neighbor. “Locked out…….. again.” You simply laughed and let him in. You close the door, “what Al-Haitham not home yet?” “No he’s too busy masturbating to you.”
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“uhmm… s- so how do we do the project?” alhaitham looked under him, there was a male that seemed to be trembling. (Name) knew he was fucked, he knew he was fucked when the teacher called his name and alhaithams to be partners. Alhaitham looked at him with a strict gaze making the boy flinch. (Name) is scared of him solely because well (name) sucked at everything. Sports, academics, or anything else and Alhaitham? He's practically good at everything.
(Name) is a loser whilst alhaitham was on top of the food chain. Thus the reason why (name) is scared of him, alhaitham closed his book as he looked at (name) directly in the eye making him awkwardly smile, “meet me in the library, exactly later at 5pm, don't think about getting late,” (name) vigorously nodded his head as alhaitham took his back and left the class. The smaller male let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding. “That was so scary…” he muttered to himself pretty shaken up.
Meanwhile with alhaitham he couldn’t help but let out a perverted like smirk as he looked down at his book, fuck the scared looked you just had. The awkward smile and the eyes looking everywhere just to not look at him, so cute. You just looked so tender and delicate. A sore loser in the corner of the room and him, an intimidating nerd. He blushed a little bit remembering how he looked intensely on your neck whilst in class. It looks so flawless he just wanted to mark it as if it’s his own territory.
That’ll scare you for sure, oh god you just don’t know how he wanna recreate the erotic scenes he has read in his erotic book. It may look like he’s reading something intelligent but no, it’s just the cover. You don’t know how many erotic books he has read and imagine the two characters as you two. How he will practically drool at how the words explained in great detail about how two of the character fucked imagine it was him doing those filthy things on you. Such a cute loser all for him. So cute and so small fuck he’s drooling again. Swiping away the drool he continued to walk to his next class excited about the time you two will meet. Whilst you dread he seemed to be ecstatic.
Hours passed, classes were done and now you're here in the empty library all on your own. Everyone seemed to have gone home or in their dorm. The library seemed to be empty as you hugged your backpack tightly. You almost looked like a sad wet kitten waiting for its owner to come back. A loud thud echoed in the room, it was al haytham and a lot of books in the table were placed he looked down at you. “Go on, do your research.”
His commanding voice said, making you immediately pick up one of the books and start reading the book, as you continued your research. Alhaithams eyes are practically glued on you looking at your hand how your fingers hugged that bag of yours earlier, would you hug him tightly if he pounded on you? ah fuck, he feels himself getting hard. He sigh irritatingly which made you mistaken he was irritated at you. You ducked your head on the book as he smirked seeing this. How adorable it was for you to hide your head like that like an adorable animal trying to hide from danger.
“hmm…” he hummed as he thought, slowly he started creeping up behind you as he wrapped his hands on your waist, “listen.” You stopped reading as you felt his hands on your waist, you squealed as you glanced behind him, as he smirked even more. It was such a cute display it's so cute, “I’ll do all the work you’ll just let me have your way on you. Is that a good deal?” You furrow your brows thinking of this offer. You blushed slightly thinking about what he will do to you but the offer was tempting, you having to do nothing. This was the last project on chemistry, and maybe with this you can take back your continuous low grades on it. if you just… but isn’t this considered wrong… you tried to rationalise you really did but what broke the straw was, “cmon… I know your suffering from your grades just let me do all the work and be a good boy for me,”
You gulped as you slowly nodded your head, “o- okay, I accept,” you said as you blushed at your words, alhaitham chuckled as he whispers in your ear, “good boy,” with that his hands starts to roam around your body, as he slowly lift up your shirt. “ehh? w- wait someone will—“ you try to reason with him but he only chuckled as he touched your flat chest, admiring the scars to it, “look at this so cute~” he admire it as he starts to slowly circle his fingers around your nipple making you flinch at this.
You let out a whimper as he starts to play with your nipples pinching and circling it making him chuckle, “your so sensitive its almost too adorable,” he whispers as you let out quiet moans, your whole body trembling on how good he played with them. “nng.. ha- ah! ha- haitham… please someone will—“ he stopped playing with your nipples as he took you up to the table making you face him.
“shhhh be quiet or else do you want people to know?” he whispers as his hand trailed over your pants slowly taking it off letting it dangle beneath your feet, revealing your wet core. You looked away feeling your face hot as he chuckled seeing your reaction, his hands slowly making their way to your clit. Rubbing it makes you arch your back, putting a hand on your mouth before you let out a mouth. “Hmm… it seems its not ready yet… let's prepare it more shall we?” your eyes widen at his words as he slowly slid one of his fingers inside.
He groaned as he felt your warm walls hugged his fingers tightly, his thumb pressing down to your clit rubbing it gently as you couldn’t help but moan helplessly completely under his spell. You laid yourself on the table panting and moaning so shamelessly, the way his fingers thrust inside you hitting all your sensitive spots and his thumb pressing down on your clit making you more sensitive. How his kisses on your skins taste so sweet. It's as if he knew your body all this time.
“nng… haah! ah… h- haitham.. someone will nng~! ♡'' you arch your back as he pressed another sweet spot of yours making your boy-pussy flow with more juices on his finger, he smirked as he continued to give hickies on your chest, stomach, neck and more. God this was too good to be true. “ahh.. ‘s good… feels so good haah.. ah~ ♡'' he hummed giggling, “mmhm, just like that~ let yourself go,” with a final finger thrust your back arches as you came. Panting as you looked at the ceiling in a daze.
Alhaitham looked at your daze expression with a smirk amused at how adorable you look, its just what he imagined. How you would look like a drooling mess underneath him so cute, so dazed so out of it. Too bad he didn’t came yet. His dick throbbed seeing your wet wet boy-cunt, its begging to be fucked at this point. Slowly he took off his pants as he placed his hands on your hips. You looked up at him in confusion though your eyes widen seeing his hard throbbing cock, “h- huh?” before you could utter a word he slammed his hard cock inside of you. Impaling you with his cock.
Your tongue lolled as your back arches moaning as you’ve been filled up with such a huge cock before, “ughh! ah… haah~ ♡'' your eyes turned to hearts as you looked up so out of it. Alhaitham groaned feeling your warms hugged his cock so tightly, its as if asking to not let go at all, “such a tight boy-pussy fuck… I should’ve fuck you long time ago if you were this pent up,” he groaned as he starts moving, his fast and hard pace suprised you as you gripped on the wooden table moaning helplessly.
“nng… ahh! t- too fast! fuwaah… so- someone will hear… sl- slow down please! ah~ ♡'' you moaned helplessly gripping on the wooden table alhaithams hand gripping your hips hard as he placed your ass up, your back arches as your boy-pussy spasm on his cock. Alhaitham let out guttural moans as he continued to thrust inside of you, “f- fuck… such a tight boy-cunt fuck just for me…” he whispers as he kissed your neck as you hugged him tightly your hands gripping on his back creating scratches.
“nng~ haah! ah! please.. t- too much! too big!” you whined as his cock hit all your deepest parts, it bulging through your stomach as alhaithams bites and kissed your neck continuously. “Shhh~ just take it like a good slut would ya?” he says mockingly your boy-pussy clenching at his dirty words nodding as you babble more incoherent words, “ah.. nng! mm… haah! fuwah! ha- haitham! ah~ ♡'' you moaned his name like a mantra as he groaned, continuing to thrust inside your spasming boy-pussy gripping on your hip that’ll surely leave a mark.
Lewd squelching sound filled the empty the library as you try to warn him that you about to cum but you couldn’t due to the overwhelming pleasure your back arched as you looked up, your pussy squirting all over his cock as his eyes widened at this. You just squirted, you squirted. With a few final thrust he groaned as he cums inside of you, filling you up. You sigh tiredly as you pant.
“fuck… I should fuck you more often,”
He said in a serious tone, making your eyes widen, he smirked, “don’t worry I’ll do everything for you so just be good ‘kay?”
cw: dom reader, sub childe, masturbation, face slapping, nipple play, degradation, masochism, dacryphilia, coming in pants, coming untouched, gn reader, childe is a pervert
wc: 1.2k
Summary: Your virgin, touch starved comrade finally gets some action.
The rivalry between you and Childe has somewhat turned into companionship. Everywhere you go, you’ll find him lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to cause a little trouble.
It’s not like you mind. In fact, it brings a tinge of thrill to your travels. You always end up sparring, pushing each other to the limit as you explore Childe’s tactics and weak spots. Once in a while, you like to explore one another’s weak spots a bit further.
At first, Childe thought you hated him. It didn’t do much to hinder his advances, because your passion for fighting was delightful. Holding back was never an option for you, and he loved it… A lot.
Enough to find himself in front of the mirror after every fight of yours, admiring the cuts and bruises formed by your hands. That was more than enough for him to fall to his knees, pressing on those spots and hissing in pain, thinking about the way you looked when you placed them on him until small beads of precum would make their appearance on his underwear.
He’s lost count of the amount of times he’s found himself in front of his laptop, biting his shirt and drooling on it while fisting his aching cock to whatever porn video he could find where the actor’s looks resembled yours even slightly.
Sometimes, he’d fall into a rabbit hole of S&M videos, unable to stop touching himself until he was hyperventilating from overstimulation, his whole room reeking of his smell, body covered in sticky cum and sweat. He wanted you to use him so badly.
Childe would become increasingly more obvious with his attraction towards you, towards your strength and the pain you inflicted on him. Grunts became louder, his legs would become shaky, and he’d even slip in quiet whimpers when you taunted him.
His swings would become clumsy for only a moment while his eyes zeroed in on your body, cheeks ruddy as he observed the way your muscles flexed and the teasing look in your eye, so determined to take him down. Fuck, when will you just force him to his knees and have your way with him?!
That instant of gawking was more than enough for you to trip him to the ground, the feeling of your sharp blade pricking the underside of his jaw just enough to draw a drop of blood, snapping him out of his trance.
“You can’t expect me to always be in top condition. I have yet to recover from how rough you went on me last time,” he chuckled, chest heaving as he panted loudly.
“Right. I’ll believe that when you start wearing a pair of pants that’ll actually cover your erection.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, it’s not because of you.”
You inched closer, before stomping on his wrist with your foot, and Childe cried out at the sheer force of it.
“Don’t lie. The last thing a masochistic slut like you should pretend to have is pride,” you scoffed.
Oh, he knows. He just wants to savor the sight of you, looking down at him from above like this and mocking him.
“H-help me then. Hurt me, please–” Childe replied shakily in an attempt to entice you.
You’d be lying if you said that taking the chance to play with your sparring buddy like this was something you hadn’t imagined before.
That sitting on his stomach, ripping his shirt apart and toying with his body wasn’t in your list of fantasies. He was already arching up into you, trying to feel more of your weight on top of him.
Your hands cupped his cheek, almost surprising him with your gentle touch, before it left him abruptly, returning as a harsh smack to his face. A grin formed on your face, and you didn’t stop, alternating between his cheeks until they turned red, marked with your handprints.
He could probably escape if he tried, but why would he? You were touching him, and after all the nights he spent thinking about you, desperate to feel you in any sort of way, what you do to him doesn’t matter.
The only sounds Childe was able to let out were wails of pleasure, as his body squirmed and arched further into you. He finally spoke after you slowed down, allowing him to catch his breath. His eyes were teary, looking up into your own with nothing but lust.
“S-shit! That’s so good!”
You smiled mischievously, letting your fingertips dance across his neck and grazing it with your nails. That gentle touch of yours, paired with the stinging on his face, was like heaven to Childe. His cock was already throbbing within its confines, just as needy as him… just as pathetic as him.
“I can feel you poking me from behind. I hope you don’t think I’d ever touch that disgusting thing.”
A retort was sitting right at the tip of his tongue, trying so hard to save a fragment of his dignity, but there was no way he could oppose you. Especially not when he felt his tip drool because of those very insults.
Naturally, your next stop would be his chest, cupping and fondling it the way one would a woman. He could’ve sworn that you had at some point even teased him about it, referring to them as tits. Or maybe he had just imagined it when he was–
“Fuck! Why!” he yelped, yet his hips betrayed his words, bucking into thin air at the feeling of your fingers pinching his nipples, before gently circling his areolas.
You ignored him, continuing your attacks on his chest by flicking and pulling on each nipple while your other hand moved to his neck, ripping a shaky sigh out of Childe as you squeezed it.
“What’s the point of all our training, if you’re gonna turn into a drooling, good for nothing mess the moment someone touches you like this? What if a group of samurai attacked you? Would you squirm like a little girl and let them use you too?”
Your ridiculing wouldn’t cease, but Childe could only moan in bliss, the image you inserted into his head making his eyes roll back. The grip around his neck was tight enough to leave bruises, and he was sweating profusely, hands trying, albeit in vain, to claw themselves into the floor for any sort of support.
“M-more! Please, it’s too much!”
He couldn’t think anymore. There was no point. His cheeks were already stained with tears, his hips jumping uncontrollably as he cried out in pleasure, ropey streaks of cum spilling into his pants.
Even after you let go of him, his body wouldn’t stop twitching. He was in a haze, only snapping out of it when he felt your nails digging into his cheeks as you grabbed his jaw forcefully.
“We didn’t agree on letting you cum, did we? Yet you came in your pants like a teenage boy,” you spat.
“It wasn’t on purpose, I swear!”
“Looks like you’ll have to make it up to me, then.”
dan heng horn touching but he’s super sensitive you could accidentally touch it and he’s trying his hardest not to start whining
this is the hottest thing ever actually. this was supposed to b small.
implied monster cock. i was going for this but it isn’t described well or even shown so lols.
imagine accidentally bumping them when you thread your fingers through his hair. imbitor lunae’s eyes would grow wide.
you were just caressing him, now you’re trying to seduce him? he grabs your hand quickly. “w-what are you doing?”
you shrugged, trying to keep your grin hidden. “oh nothing, just curious.”
you’ve read somewhere (in some book called ‘vidyadhara for dummies’) that the race had sensitive tails, ears and horns. they don’t usually allow strangers too close to those parts, unless, they’re prepared for accidental contact that can sometimes…. arouse then.
you cut in, watching how he gnawed at his lip in thought. “i wouldn’t want to hurt you nor force you. but i am a little curious about them.”
a sigh slips from his lips before he nods curtly. “just- just do it slow.” once you’ve nodded and promised you’ll be careful, he sighs again and lay back down with his head in your lap.
you rubbed the transparent horns gently and slowly, not wanting to overwhelm the obviously overwhelmed vidyadhara.
something fluffy and warm slithers around your arm. your eyes cut to it- his tail. it curls around you tighter the more you experiment with pressure and speed on his horns.
“do you like that?”
with his eyes screwed shut and cheeks furiously red, he nods curtly. despite his twisting and turning, the tent in his pants weren’t hiding a thing. you could make out the curve of his cock, the ridges, it almost looked like it was pulsating with need. you also noticed a wet splotch bleeding through his dark pants.
subconsciously, your tongue swipes across your top lip, collecting the salivation. how the fuck did he hotter than before?
fingers circle the base of his enlarged horns, pressing against the skin there, luring a pleased moan from dan heng’s mouth.
you’re satisfied with the reactions your pulling out of dan heng. seeing his cheeks burn red and hearing his beautiful, breathy moans for you “press harder” to “pull” was doing more than sedating your curiosity, it was turning you on. the underlying need to strip him bare to play with every inch of his body like the most precious instrument known to mankind.
you could only imagine how delicious he’ll sound once you stuff him full.
oh how you needed to get a taste…
blinded by your imagination, you had no idea how hard you started pulling at his horns, not until a tail curls ridiculously tighter, and dan heng’s hips leaves the ground.
with a broken whine and a tremor, dan heng creams in his black pants. a huge wet stain, growing in size and seeping through his pants.
he was eagerly knocking on your dorm door, checking for the condoms in his back pocket. despite his suave and charming nature, you were one of the few people that he could not manage to bed. he tried everything, but somehow the charming male was never able to achieve his goal of being able to fuck the nerd kid.
and when he couldn't get it, he just wanted it more. so when finals season rolled around, he did what he did everyday. he wrapped his arm around your clothed shoulder and flirted with you, telling of how he saw how stressed you were and how he could help.
so when you finally relented and agreed, even he broke his charming character. sampo stuttered over his words before trying to play it off, getting giddy at the thought of his hard work paying off.
and it did pay off, just not in the way that he thought. he thought that he'd be able to fuck that ass of yours.
"h-hah, isn't what i e-expected when i," sampo shivered as he felt you grip his hips to tug him closer to your pelvis, "came over, y'kno-ow? he felt like he couldn't breathe, too engrossed in the very foreign feeling of having a dick inside of him. he was currently bent over your desk, while you tugged on his hair.
he could feel everything-- all of you. he never expected the quiet, shy kid to corner him and kiss him roughly. he didn't expect you to growl into his ear while ripping off his clothes. he didn't expect you to kiss down his neck and collarbones, or play with his body the way that you did. and most importantly, he wasn't expecting the condoms he brought for himself to be way too tight on you when you grabbed his hips and found them for yourself, praising him for thinking ahead.
which is why you were inside of him raw, only lube helping him while you helped yourself to his dignity. he could tell how pent up you were, and no matter how many times he told you that he normally tops, you wouldn't relent. the feeling was foreign, uncomfortable at times but he could feel his grasps slipping. because every thrust, every gutteral groan, every hip grab made him feel a tiny tinge of pleasure. one that he hadn't felt before.
Yet it was not unwelcome, anything but that infact. Is this what all those that fell for his trap felt when he had his way with them? Sampo himself didn't have time to think too hard when your cock nudged a certain spot that made him see stars. He could only feel the hands that dragged his body closer and forced him onto the desk, or how your hands that were wrapped around his waist were edging closer and closer to his cock, putting him on edge. He could feel the ragged breath on his back, or your chest against his back while you drove into him. He could feel his precum leak onto the desk, or how you pulsed with that delicious cock of yours--
A yelp was ripped from his throat when he felt a harsh tug on the back of his head. "you like this?" your whisper into his ear was like a fire in a forest, spreading haziness throughout his body. It turned him on to no end hearing you whisper it slowly. But your tone gave away the answer. Neither he nor you needed to say it verbally-- he fucking loved it. But you wanted him to say it, admit that the school playboys been reduced to nothing more then a size king.
He tried to start talking, but his words were lulled to nothing more then incomprehensible curses and whines as he rolled his hips, feeling his eyes roll back slightly in a state of euphoria. Sampo only truly was snapped back to reality when you lightly slapped his cheek. "focus, slut. I wanna hear you say it before i continue whoring you out." it was like he reached nirvana before it was ripped away from him. He let out a small grunt of disapproval when you pulled your cock out, letting it rest in between his ass cheeks.
"i uh, really like your cock.." it was quiet, almost ashamed. Another slap met his face, a silent sign to change what he said. "please man, just stick it back in! I won't tell anyone 'bout how you like men! Jus' wanna feel good!" his frustration was building on him, and when you tugged on his hair so hard tears built in his eyes, he knew he fucked up.
He could feel you pull away from him, before Sampo felt you grab your cock and rub the head against hi swollen hole before pushing in all the way in one go, effectively ripping all the air in his lungs in the form of one long, drawn out moan. He sounded like a whore, and you made sure he knew. "y'know Sampo, you're not really in a position to threaten me like this," you twirled his hair in your fingers, leaning down to graze his neck with your teeth, "not when you're here taking a big dick on the first go, moaning like a slut." the blue haired male opened his mouth in retaliation, only for him to let out a whine as you suddenly pumped into him. "see? Just admit it, you like dick. Nothing wrong with that! You take it like a champ!" he could feel the tears build up in his eyes-- from both the truth and the pleasure.
He opened his mouth again, but all he could come up with was incoherent curses and moans of your name. His body was on edge. You had no rythem, but every thrust sent him to a different realm, and knocked all the breath out of him. You smiled at his reaction, wiping his tears with your thumb. "how would your friends react, seeing you get whored out by me?" your hand drifted to his cock, an uncharacteristic squeal leaving his lips at the feeling of you stroking his head.
He felt light headed, bleary eyed and so, so full. Sampo couldn't even think. "what would Gepard think? Such a nice man he is,, maybe i should have asked him to come over instead of you." Sampo looked back at you and shook his head no, too cockdrunk to think of the words and too afraid his mouth would spill the pleasure that he was feeling. He heaved and panted, body sweaty while you used him as your toy.
"admit it," one part and erratic thrust "you fucking," another erratic and powerful clap of your hips, one that hit that sweet spot, "are nothing," you grabbed the back of his neck and pushed him against the wall, smushing his hips while you pushed him down, "more then a nasty," your thrusts were making his hips hurt, but he didn't care. He loved it. His eyes were rolling to the back of his head and he couldn't do anything but slur out words. "dirty, fucking whore." he could feel the knot in his stomach get tighter from your words. He had never experienced something like this. You slapped his cheeks roughly.
"see? The dirty fucking slut likes being roughed up! Why else would you be getting tighter?" you laughed in his face, the feeling of the embarassing arousal building on him. "gonna cum from being degraded, nasty slut." you spat your words onto him, relishing how his face morphed. "in fact, maybe i should take a picture of you, to commemorate your first dick," a feverish nod made from a cockdrunk haze made you grin.
Your hand left his dripping cock and to grab your phone. After you aimed the camera, and took a few backshots of him, you noticed how his toned back arched around your body. You even snapped a few videos of him too, moaning and weeping around your cock. He wasn't sure how much longer he could last, every thrust felt like a slow pull towards his orgasm.
But finally you took a selfie of the two of you. "smile slut!" the arousal finally built up with the feeling of guilty pleasure and he came all over your desk, not before sticking his tongue out. He looked like he was completely cockdrunk, sweaty and redfaced but clearly in nirvana, tears running down his face and a dopey smile on his shiny, saliva coated lips.
Sampo panted as he relaxed, before he turned around to see you inspect the photos. He was about to ask for a glass of water when you suddenly chucked the phone to the side and grabbed his hips again, resuming the same harsh thrusts that sent him over the edge. "w-wait!" he couldn't get too many words out about how he was sensitive before you stuck your fingers in his mouth, making him drool on your fingers. "you're gonna stay here with me, right here on this desk, until either you pass out or i'm satisfied, got it?"
And he couldn't help but nod.
So when Gepard eventually asked about the encounter and if you were good, all sampo could think about were the photos that were sent to him, and the pleasure he felt. His answer was more vague then his usual answer, one that Gepard got curious about.
"yeah man, he was fucking amazing." it got Gepard wondering-- maybe he should try his luck with you too?
if your requests are still open could you write something for sampo koski? because tbfh i have been going insane about him this week since i started playing. I would be very happy with ANYTHING you write bcause all your stuff is awesome (seriously i went through your entire blog and how is everything you write about welt such an ABSOLUTE BANGER) but maybe something where reader sits him in her lap (not necessarily in the strap on way cause i dont really care for penetration but i dont mind) and makes a mess of him <333 HE IS SO PR E T T Y and FUCKABLE and punchable i NEED to knock that insufferable veneer off of him GOD (...nina your posts may or may not have made me realize i have a crying kink)
teehee sure thing sweetie anon <33 I'm glad I could unlock dacryphilia in you kljfkd (my name is nine btw! like the number) :3c
Messing with Sampo in your lap
characters: sub! Sampo x dom! reader
cw: heavy petting, nipple play, teasing and mean reader, degradation kinda?, lots of kisses, tongue sucking, kinda handjob, dry humping,
a/n: heehee I like hsr asks <3 and it's finalley not only welt can we get an AWOOOOO, this ones for you sweet anon! *shoots and misses*, circa 2.4k words
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MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI. I WILL BLOCK YOU.
“My most trusted partner, we can, of course, share half of the earnings for this deal w- EEK!”
Sampo gets caught off guard by his own flinching, blade flying past him and impales the cheap wallpaper behind him. Hands still clasped together from a few seconds ago, when he was trying to soothe your anger, he let out a shaky breath once he saw your mean glare, your second blade still stashed away in your belt. He’s not sure if you’ll skewer him like the poor wall from Hotel Goethe so he presses his lips together in a thin line. Subconsciously he lets himself shrink so as to take up less space, less space for you to aim your next throw at.
“Sampo.” Your voice has no hint of your usual polite tone, now your ice cold words are cutting through the tension of the silent room.
He sucks his lower lip deeper before sheepishly glancing up into your dead stare, locked onto him like a predator to its prey. “Y-yes?” He gulps slightly before averting his eyes again, opting to instead admire the tea can sitting on the desk nearby.
“Don’t fuck with me.”, you let out a frustrated sigh that nearly sends a shiver down his spine, “We had a deal, no? Where the fuck are my Shields.” You shift your stance and lean your weight into one hip, and Sampo has to tear his eyes off the material shifting around your body with an audible gulp that he immediately regrets, nearly whimpering when he practically feels you unbutton the sheath on your hip. You continue, “Don’t tell me you went and made promises behind my back that you can’t keep now.” ending your sentence with a big sigh, you button the sheath of your blade back up and turn around, sitting down on the squeaky bed in the middle of the room.
This is his chance to make a quick getaway. He’ll try to find whoever he promised over half of the 50'000 Shields to and try to find a way to steal them back. He was pretty quick on his feet and… well the tiniest needling guilt makes its way into his heart. You were working with him for a pretty long time now, he’d hate to lose your loyalty and companionship. He tries to concentrate, and he’s almost at the window before your harsh words rip a way into his guilt ridden mind.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
He turns around with his famous fake laughter before babbling something about the fresh air. You spit out a “Sneaky little fucker.” and his instincts take over and he ducks, the second blade flies over his head, nearly separating his beautiful hair from his head.
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Unsure of how he got himself into this situation, Sampo tries to settle down on your lap, but he can’t stop squirming. Knees on either side of your hips he tries to make himself comfortable. Cringing every time the bed squeaks underneath the combined weight of you two. He also feels you laugh against his chest but he can’t find it in himself to feel offended, rather… he’s grateful you seem less mad now.
You trail your hands up his muscular thighs, feeling the material of his pants and the leather garters. “You owe me this much, yeah? Losing my 25’000 Shield, probably to save your own ass or something...” you sneer, clearly upset about the monetary loss.
You notice how he’s uncharacteristically quiet, nervously glancing back and forth. So you decide to lean forward a little and rake your nails against his lower back lightly, immediately making him arch his back with a shuddery breath. He quickly bites his lower lip, and his wide eyes make contact with yours. When you give him a smirk in return he quickly closes his eyes and looks away. Very clearly embarrassed about this. So you take this insanely rare opportunity and continue teasing him.
Sneaking your hands underneath his shirt, you run your nails along his back, one after the other and feel him flinch lightly at each nail dragging itself against his skin. Trying to get away from the ticklish sensation he has to move forward, closer to you. Gloved hands place themselves subconsciously on your shoulders and when you glide your hands over to his sides he realizes what he’s doing. But after seeing that you’re not cutting his hands clean off, he keeps them there, he even sneaks them forward and around your shoulders slightly.
Meanwhile you are rubbing your thumb up and down the exposed V-line, giggling at the cute way he clings to you. Who knew he’d be this sensitive, and you haven’t even touched him anywhere special or intimate. You trail your hands further up, towards his chest and when your fingertips reach his already puffed up areolas he whimpers. Before you can pull back and take a good look at his, probably debauched, flustered face he snakes his arms further around you and tries to hide himself from you by burying his head into your shoulder. How adorable.
You smile against his broad shoulder, and inch your hands further up, tapping against the nipple hiding itself from your view. Not wasting time you roll it in between your fingers and feel delight was over you with every flinch from the man above you. You feel the way he shifts and turns his face inside to your neck, feeling the pants against the skin there. You let the cute pebbled nipple go and instead grab underneath the muscle of his pecs and squeeze his tits together. Then massaging the fleshy fat underneath the palms of your hands and he can’t hide the way his breath hitches everytime your palm rubs itself over his areola.
But you want to see more.
“Let me go.” command ringing clearly in his head, but he reluctantly lets go and leans back slightly, unsure hands hanging in the air between the two of you. You smile gently, “good boy. You listen so well.” His face flushes a cute pink at the unexpected praise, clearly catching him off guard. You waste no time and continue, “Lift your shirt for me. Let me see them.”
Sampo hides his flustered face in the palm of his hands quickly, before sighing and lifting the fabric up.
“Higher.”
He lifts it up further, until his pink areola and nipple come into view. His pink… pink… pink? Now that’s unexpected. Right there, on his broad chest, pink areolas and nipples adorn his big pecs. You can’t tear your eyes away from them. The intense gaze burns into his skin and Sampo can’t help but whine pathetically. You’re gonna stare a hole into him at this point.
You glance up at him, and he squeezes his eyes shut, unable to look you in the eyes right now. Broken out of your trance you lean forward and latch your mouth onto one of his tits. He gasps so cutely and leans back out of instinct or reflex. But you’re not one to let go so quickly and follow with. You wrap your arms around his lower back and continue sucking his tit into your warm mouth, more and more until he’s trying to push at your shoulders.
It’s too much. Too much for him, already horny out of his mind after you toy with his body, and now you’re sucking on his most sensitive parts like it’s nothing. He’s shaking against your strong frame, squirming and accidentally grinding his hips down onto yours.
You continue your ministrations on his other nipple, and sneak your hands down, past the slight dimples on his lower back and into his pants. You curse him for wearing a stupid belt, making the entry way harder than it has to be. You grab two fistfuls of his ass and relish in the way he moans out loud into the empty room. Kneading the flesh of his ass you continue teasing the nipple in your mouth, running your tongue across it over and over again. Even grazing your teeth against it lightly. The tiny “ah ah ah”s leaving him are like music to your ears. A beautifully lewd melody, replaying in your head on loop.
This is bad. Sampo quickly realizes that he’s in big trouble. His pants are unbelievably tight, even more so after you shoved your hands into the back of them. But more so than that it's that he’s losing control of the sounds leaving him, the situation you’ve got him in and his body. Relinquishing control, even to you who he has known for a while, was never his plan. Not that he hates it, in fact he’s never been more turned on in his life. But… he’s not very experienced. He feels himself blush even more when the embarrassing thoughts come flooding back to him. All he knows is how to please someone else and quickly. Sloppy blowjobs for a sleazy businessman in a dark alley somewhere, fingers buried deep inside of a woman behind the bar late at night. Always to get himself out of sticky situations scot-free. Always quick to escape once the people where to fucked out or hazy minded to notice him slip away into the shadows.
What’s worse is that once you’ve had your fun with his ass and his nipples, you glide your hands upwards and rub his neck gently. Lovingly almost. He feels himself let out a choked out breath.
You smile gently, "Most people have a sensitive area." You rake your nails over the skin of his neck again. "Is it your neck?" You touch his shoulders, "maybe even your shoulders," and then you reach up and gently rub his earlobe. "Right here? Are your ears sensitive?" You snicker at the way his mouth falls open, and he flushes an even deeper shade of red.
“What? The renowned Sampo, rendered speechless?” You continue further up and rub the shell of his ear more. He finds himself wriggling away. “Well, at least this part of you is honest with me.” You sigh dramatically and remove your hand from his ear, just to reach in between you and palm his hardon through his pants. The whimper he lets out is downright delicious.
You continue your grabbing and teasing of his dick through his pants, and once again he finds himself trying to hug you closer, so embarrassed at the way the bed squeaks with every grind he does. Leaning his head down onto your shoulder he doesn’t expect your soft lips on his neck so quickly, kissing his warm flushed skin. Almost like you’re trying to kiss him better and his heart stings with something he quickly forces down again.
Peppering kisses all over him is what makes this all so fun, you even press kisses to his shoulder, maybe even in quiet gratitude for his trust in you. Letting you take him apart while safely seated on your lap. You lean away from his shaky shoulder and grab a fistful of his hair, dragging his head up, making him face you.
“Stick out your tongue.”
He complies almost mindlessly, sticking out his tongue with a confused look on his face. You guide his face towards yours and press your own tongue against his, playing around with him while he tries to keep up, each movement confusing him more. He’s so eager that you’re sure he doesn’t want to stop right now. So you stop him and bite down on his tongue lightly, and quickly suck on the appendage while focusing your other hand on the head of his dick, pressing down harder on him, making him whimper against your mouth. His hands find themselves on your shoulders again, bunching up the fabric in his fists.
You can practically feel the tension underneath your palm, you’re sure he feels close. His dick is twitching underneath the dark fabric and he seems way more eager and desperate when you finally press your lips against his fully. He clumsily moves his lips against yours, trying to deepen the kiss immediately. But he doesn’t get very far with your hand still buried deeply into his hair, grabbing the tuft of it closest to his scalp so as to not hurt him. But he can’t really move when you pull him back and steer him however you desire. Always whining so cutely into each kiss when you harshly pull him around.
When he feels himself nearly burst he moans so loudly into the kiss it's hard not to notice. But you don’t plan on stopping so you continue palming him through his pants. And he pretty quickly pulls you into a tight hug when he grinds his hips up into your hand, hips twitching and tensing up when he finally gets pushed over the edge. All the tension leaving his groin and pushing through his dick out into his underwear. He cums in long spurts, soiling his underwear more and more, cum slowly seeping through the fabric and creating a darker stain on his pants. He shudders and breaths quickly against your lips. Even more so when you smile into the half kiss.
After he’s come down from his high, hips still twitching every now and then you snort against the kiss, quickly removing yourself from his lips and turning away, laughing to yourself.
Sampo’s dumbfounded face will burn itself into your memory. He gulps and his eyebrows furrow themselves together, lips pressed together. He’s clearly taken aback by the sudden mood change, growing a little insecure the harder you laugh. You wipe a tear away and grab his chin, bringing him closer and pressing one last sweet kiss to them. He confusedly accepts the kiss.
“Sampo… you’re not that experienced, are you?” You break out into laughter again when he flushes the deepest shade of red you’ve ever seen. He scrambles to get off of you and hastily but you’re quick to pull him back and bury your face in his chest. He stammers some sort of excuse while you laugh harder and harder at him. To keep him in place you shove your hands into the back of his pants once again and relish in the way he gasps.
What you don’t see is the flustered way he brings his arms around you and instead of a flushed face it slowly morphs into an endearing smile. He’s really really glad you aren’t mad at him anymore.
Sirius, appearing in the doorway: if it helps, when he first told me his dad hugged him, I spent the next week trying to figure out if he was joking or if I'd misheard hex as hug
James: that...just makes me even more concerned for both of you
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