cw: pillow grinding, cumming in pants, implied wet dream.
He wakes with a start, eyes shooting open to the nightstand next to him. His face smushed against his pillow, stomach and chest pressed into the bed.
The room felt so hot despite the ceiling fan whirling above him and the window open to the cool night breeze. His body was sticky with sweat, and he could feel the pillowcase clinging to his cheek.
It’s late, he can tell by the silence on the roads outside. He must’ve fallen asleep waiting for you to get home, even though he said he wouldn’t. He told you he’d wait for you as you were leaving, a promise he's clearly broken.
Unless you’re not home yet.
He reaches out with his arm trapped under his side, feeling for you in your usual spot next to him. His palm meets nothing but the cold mattress and your empty pillow. He grumbles at you absence.
He plants his hands on the bed, slowly lifting himself up so he could text you. As he shifts his hips to grab his phone, he feels something wet move between his thighs and he jolts at the sharp pang of pleasure that shoots up his spine.
Brows furrowed, his gaze trails down to his pelvis where his eyes land on a small puddle forming on the sheets. Stray strands sticking from his stained boxers. It’s not just sweat, it’s cum. He had woken up hard, again. And somehow, had already came in his boxers.
With a groan he drags himself out of bed, feet touching the ground only for a second. His legs wobble, knees buckling and next thing he knows his face is flat on the ground. He takes a few moments to sit there, staring at the wall.
He begins to stand, reaching for his phone in the process. He reads the time once his eyes adjust, it’s past midnight. He sends you a quick text, squinting at the screen with groggy eyes before dragging his feet to the bathroom.
He wipes himself up with his towel he used in the shower earlier, sucking air between his teeth as he drags the fabric over the tip of his sensitive cock. Once he’s clean, and unfortunately still hard, he ventures back into the room and plops down on the bed again.
Still burning hot he keeps the blankets off and pulls off his shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room. He tries to fall back asleep, but he can’t when he’s burning up like this.
He flips over to his front again, hips grinding softly against the mattress. A sensation of pleasure ripples through his abdomen and legs. A noise slips past his tired lips as his still, very much erect, cock rubs just perfectly against the mattress. He stills, fingers curling around the sheets.
He can’t, not right now.
Or maybe he can.
His body doesn’t even listen to him, almost like his hips had a mind of their own. He grinds down on the bed, gasping at the feeling. And god, this made him feel like such a pervert.
“Fuck,” he clamps his eyes shut, thighs tensing. It takes all his will power not to hump the bed, so for now he idly grinds his cock. Slow and gentle.
He grips his own pillow hard, opening his eyes to lazily stare at the wall as he swirls his hips. He hums, soft little noise coming out of him as he gets himself started. He tells himself to stop but your face suddenly worms into his mind and he finds himself grinding faster, harder.
He was so hard it hurt. And he knew it would sting nicely if he rubbed his cock against the sheets with no boxers. But he couldn’t do that, he didn’t want you to be bothered with a messy pillow.
But fuck, he almost couldn’t take it. His body shifts slightly as he grinds, head moving closer to your pillow. That’s when he smells you, your scent sticking to your pillow.
He hesitates before pushing up on his hands. He tugs his boxers down, fighting with them until he kicks them off. His cock springs free angrily, his slit leaking with so much precum. He snatches your pillow, bringing it up to his nose to inhale your scent for a moment.
The way he moans is pornographic, so sinful and dirty its embarrassing. He shoves the pillow between his legs, breath hitching when it moves perfectly against his cock. He begins to grind harder, his cock so sensitive as it rubs against the fabric.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moans, planting his hands down in front of him while his hips begin to furiously hump the pillow. “Sensitive—-m’so sensitive—“
He gasps, laying his chest flat against the bed now as he moves his hips. His eyes clamp shut as he imagines you and he absentmindedly reaches for his phone to check if you’ve responded. The screen lights up, a single missed text from you that reads, “be home soon.”
He groans, fingers lazily trying to type away a response. He didn’t want to rush you but he couldn’t help it. He doesn’t even realize his text sends a jumbled mess of letters, random words capitalized.
You respond back with a single question mark, unable to understand his mess of words. You ask if he’s okay and he audibly moans, fumbling with his phone as he presses on the voice recording button.
“Baby,” he breathes shakily, cutting himself off with a few quiet whines,”mm baby I’m so hard right now—grinding against your pillow haaah—“
He can only imagine how you’re going to react on the other side of the phone and the idea only gets him to grind down harder. His cock starts to sting from the fabric now, precum doing little to stop the friction.
“Baby this feels so fucking good—mmm,” he whines at the sting, his spine curving with painful pleasure,”I wish it was your thigh hmmm I wanna fuck your thighs, I wanna fuck your thighs so bad right now—-oh fuck—“
His finger slips off the phone, the message sends, but you don’t read this one immediately this time. He bites his lip, gripping his pillow so tight with his other hand. He lifts his torso to look down at his flushed cock, now a deep shade of red from the stimulation. He lets off a whiny moan, resting his chest back on the bed.
He reaches for the phone again. Finger pressing onto the voice recording button, he swipes so it locks, picking up all the tiniest of sounds.
“I bet your thighs would look so fucking pretty around my cock—-so fucking pretty and so warm—“ he blabbers, lips curling into a lazy smile, a giggle slips out,”hehe—-oh please come home—I’m so hard it hurts so bad. I promise I’ll be good when you get home—-haah—-you can do whatever you want to me, I promise, I promise.”
He grinds his hips down harder, eliciting a choked up moan from him. He just can’t stop moving, can’t stop humping the pillow till his precum starts to soak the fabric. Tears prickle at his eyes as he thrusts, his lips parted to let out the most delicate whimpers, whines, and giggles.
“‘S making my cock so fucking sensitive,” he giggles out, rubbing his cock raw. That coil starts to build in his stomach, unraveling further with every single stinging thrust.
He eyes his phone, trying to see if you've even seen the last messages. You’ve still left him on delivered, which rips another whine from his throat. He doesn’t bother to turn the recording off, instead lets it play out.
“L-Listen to me, baby,” he huffs, squinting through his blurry vision,”m’rubbing myself so good, thinking about you—-wish you’d come home—-oh why can’t you come home now, hm? ”
He feels the coil unravel even more, his vision getting blurry as white begins to prick at the corners of his sight. His stomach tenses, thighs shaking as he reaches the first edge of his orgasm.
“Oh fuck I’m—-I’m—-“ he gasps out, grinding down harder and cutting himself off with the occasional giggles,”I’m gonna cum—haahh---baby, m’cumming for you—-m’cumming, m’cumming—-!!”
He releases all over your pillow with a few rough grinds, his cock spilling out ivory seed. It sticks to his abs, coating his skin and the sheet of your pillow. A string of whiny moans release from his mouth as he stills, cock twitching against the pillow.
He slowly lifts his upper body, panting as he looks at the mess he made. He smiles, gasping as his cock twitches with after shocks. A breathy giggle leaves his lips, high off his orgasm. He hums, relishing in the way his body tingles.
"Mmm, I'm still so hard---fuck," he grits out, rubbing his cock against the coated pillow softly. He lays his chest back down on the bed, slowly rolling his hips before breaking into quicker thrusts. He exhales shakily, fighting his oversensitivity.
"Wanna keep going," he breathes, brows knitting together as his lips break into another lazy smile,"wanna make you proud."
He has a feeling he's going to be up late waiting for you. So he might as well entertain himself a little longer. He reaches for his phone and turns the audio recording off before clicking send.
Then he clicks the little camera icon, and situates the phone to record himself.
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: After an informative study session with your new tutor, Kyle—overcome with guilt and shame—pockets something personal from your room to take home and fantasize about.
𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 6.2k
𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: smut; fem reader; college AU; solo male masturbation; panty thief Kyle; Kyle is creepy and perverted (like seriously, beware); he's kind of obsessed with you and not in an endearing way; reader isn't involved, just fantasized about; mentioned breeding
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This wasn’t planned. He was just supposed to be your tutor here to help you with statistics class. Still, Kyle couldn’t fight it; he knew the real reason he was here, why he offered you help in the library after overhearing you talk with your mother about failing in math. He couldn’t deny anymore that his affection for you had grown, more than he intended.
She was so mean to you, harsh and bitter, no doubt jealous of your talent. In all honesty, Kyle admired you. You were smart, funny, and pretty. How you could be the entire package? He didn’t know. He wasn’t ashamed of his little crush on you; that was all he convinced himself it was. He never spoke to you, only shared a few classes, and occasionally saw you walking around campus, chatting with your friends. Yet, he watched you. That’s why he listened to the little voice in the back of his head telling him to get up from his seat, pause the progress on his research project, and make his way over to where you and your mother were arguing to offer his help.
Kyle wasn’t a tutor; he had to lie about that part, but he was good at math and was in the same class as you, so he was just as qualified as one. Plus, he couldn’t allow you to be disrespected like that, especially not in public.
So here he was, sitting on your bedroom floor, talking you through each problem.
You held your pencil, resisting the urge to doodle across the thick packet due Thursday. Honestly, you found it foul that you had to do homework on a weekend, but you supposed that was university life for you. You have a lot of adjusting to do. Kyle was nice, though, always patient with you. You had no idea he was a tutor, didn’t even know his name before yesterday, when he saved you from your mother’s wrath. It was somewhat embarrassing that he overheard all that, but you were at least fortunate that he offered to help you free of charge. If there was one thing you knew about this Kyle guy, it was that he was smart. Always raising his hand, getting every answer thrown at him right. It was no secret he was a straight-A student, either, with every teacher commenting on his wit and good grades. You knew you were in good hands with him, despite how much you hated this class.
Kyle stopped talking, allowing you time to work through the current problem. You looked so focused, as if you were in a flow state, determined to get each problem right. There was something endearing about you. Kyle couldn’t place, but his body could.
Against all odds, he’d been betrayed by his own senses. It was just a crush—a passing one at that, yet here he was, legs criss-cross-apple-sauced on your bedroom floor with a major hard-on. One of magnitudes he hadn’t felt in a long time. It caught Kyle by surprise. One moment, he was normal, and the next, he had a boner from watching your eyes graze the paper.
Kyle was painfully awkward, never good with subtlety. As soon as he took notice of the growing bulge in his pants, he frantically shifted, scrambling to puff his couderoys out more to appear baggy around the appendage. He was so obvious about the situation that it snapped you out of your focus, side-eyeing the movement beside you, no doubt confused.
“I thought I saw a spider.” Kyle tried to play it off with a huff.
You gave a faint smile that showed you didn’t believe his lie, but didn’t care enough to press the issue. Kyle had his quirks; he was just here to tutor you. You hated math—statistics sucked, you were just trying to get through it so the session could end, and you could go back to doing whatever amused you at the time.
Kyle glanced down. He couldn’t keep this hidden for long if it didn’t go away soon. He settled for leaning down over his lap, elbows resting on each respective knee. You didn’t bother looking over, at the peak of solving the problem you were working on, and showing your answer.
Another moment of now awkward silence passed by as Kyle cleared his throat, leg lightly bouncing as he tried to look anywhere but you. You were just so interesting to him in every way; you deserved better friends and family, a mom who wouldn’t publicly humiliate you. Or friends who didn’t go to parties without you, talking about how you were growing increasingly unbearable to be around. It wasn’t your fault, Kyle read everyone in the room like a vacation pamphlet. They were no good for you—if you’d become unbearable, it was surely due to their dull conversation topics.
Thinking about it in this way made him sound like a creep, which he was not. He just happened to pay extra attention whenever other students brought up your name. It wasn’t often, but enough for Kyle to have you on his mind for the rest of the day. Fuck, he was still hard.
“I got it.” You raised the weighted packet, angling it so he could see your answer.
Kyle snapped out of his daze, adjusting his reading glasses on his nose as he looked over the problem and the answer you provided.
Find the maximum likelihood estimator (MLE) of λ. Check. You got that part right. It didn’t take long for Kyle to skim the answer. Determine whether the estimator is biased. Also right. How were you bad at this again? You’d gotten every problem right so far. Maybe you just kept him here to hang out with. Find the variance of the estimator. You got most of it right; you just slipped up on the last section about the variance.
“Okay, good. You got most everything right except this right here,” he inched closer to show you, “you just forgot to carry the square root over. Just a little mistake.”
“Oh, yeah, damn. I didn’t even realise, I’m so tired.” You chuckled, taking your packet back to erase and fix your mistake.
Kyle looked a little too deeply into your answer. You obviously hadn’t been getting enough sleep; the stress of failing a class weighed heavily on your shoulders. He blamed your so-called friends, and your mom certainly didn’t help matters. How you had ever managed to connect with them was beyond him; you clearly outpaced them in every way. You should spend time with like-minded people, with someone you could really bond with.
“I don’t understand how you’re failing, I mean, I know we’re only a few problems in, but you’ve gotten pretty much everything right.” Kyle wondered aloud, shoulder brushing against yours.
You sighed, looking to the wall, “I guess it’s not cause I’m that bad at statistics, it’s just cause I’ve been going through a lot lately, and haven’t been turning in assignments. It’s been affecting all my classes, not just this one. I mean, I’m not really good at math either, so I thought a tutor might help get me back on track and focused.”
Kyle listened as you rambled away, looking down to your plush lips and back up to scan over your facial features. You looked soft—like everywhere. Even your body had the perfect distribution of fat, just to his liking—
He needed to stop. He sounded like a fucking incel right now and throughout all of this still had a massive boner for you straining against his forest green pants. Still, despite his lust, curiosity couldn’t help but creep its way in as well. Whatever had been plaguing your mind must have been horrible. He just wanted to talk to you, ask if you were okay mentally, and if you needed any support.
“Are you okay? You can talk to me if you want.” Kyle was never good at the whole comfort thing, but he tried to sound empathetic; he really did care for you.
“Oh, I’m fine, just financial stuff.” You found Kyle’s offer odd, but you supposed his concern was sweet.
Seeing your brows knit just slightly, Kyle knew he’d misjudged his choice of words. Of course, you’d never even told him it was about your mental health; he just assumed for some reason. It was all innocent, though. He had just wanted to offer you help, nothing necessarily psychological.
“Oh, I’m sorry—” Kyle looked down at the packet of equations, “should we continue?”
“Yeah, sure.” You looked down as well, proceeding to listen as Kyle’s soothing voice discussed the material on the next page.
After slogging through three more equations and word problems that seemed to drag on forever, you decided it was a good time to take a break. You tried your hardest, but even with Kyle’s guidance, the problems on the second and third pages gave you trouble. You hadn’t quite lived up to the reputation Kyle had set on the first page. Oh well—at least you were learning now, before falling any further behind.
“Can we take a break for a sec?” You looked up from the paper for the first time in twenty minutes, stretching your arms and neck.
“Yeah, this stuff gets kind of draining after a while.”
“Cool—” You noticed him shift uncomfortably again.
He was rather antsy, you continued, “Are you cold? I was gonna go downstairs for a drink. Do you want me to bring a blanket up?”
Fully aware of his current issue, Kyle wouldn’t pass up the offer. Honestly, he couldn’t believe his dick sprang up again after watching your muscles flex through your tight shirt and the little sound you made while stretching.
“Yeah, please. Thanks.” He huffed out, squeezing his legs lightly together, still crossed.
You were about to walk out the door, giving Kyle a small opportunity to collect himself, but before he could even relax his posture, your head whipped back around at him, “Oh, did you want a drink too? I have soda, juice, water...”
“Sure, water would be fine, thank you.” He was such a fraud, polite to your face while trying to restrain the pulsating cock in his pants.
He was disgusting, even watching your ass as you left the room. Kyle was better than this; he should be better than this, yet here he was. This wasn’t planned. It wasn’t supposed to go this way, but it did. Your little tutoring session probably taught Kyle more about himself than it did you statistics.
Once you were gone, Kyle finally let out a much-needed shaky breath. He felt like a degenerate loser now more than at any other moment in his life. What was wrong with him? He’d never liked a girl more in his life, and this is how he treated you? Like an object—getting boners every time you moved or made any kind of noise. Not even that, simply hearing you talk got Kyle worked up. He thought it was just a little crush, maybe some affection and fondness for you, but the whole time, he had underestimated. This wasn’t a normal crush; it couldn’t have been, not when his body reacted like this. Not when he felt the urge to defend and protect you.
Kyle sighed deeply to himself. He had to have you, in some way. He’d have to get to know you, work his way into your life so you could trust and rely on him, so you could be together, so one day you could meet his family. He already knew his mom would like you. He’d be good to you, always a gentleman. Kyle would be all you need if you wanted that; he might even be able to convince you to ditch those friends of yours and move out of your respectless parents' house. You deserved better than here.
It had already been a couple of minutes since you left the room. Kyle wondered what you were doing, or if it really took that long to gather everything from downstairs. Maybe you were using the restroom too? Kyle had to stop that thought before it went on, so his dick wouldn’t get even harder.
He took this time to look around your room, analysing your bed, posters of the bands on your walls, and the lotions and perfumes you used. Kyle took a little extra time to remember the names, so he had an idea of what to get you for Christmas or your birthday when you were together. Perhaps even so that he could buy some for himself to remember your scent while he was away from you.
This might be a bad idea; you could burst through the bedroom door at any second, but Kyle couldn’t help himself. He reluctantly stood up, walking over to your dresser, where all your scented products were stored. He noted which ones you used most, tilting his head to read the labels. For good measure, he whipped out his phone, opened the camera from his lock screen, and took a few photos of all your products.
Once he collected all the evidence he needed, he stepped away from the dresser, taking it all in its entirety. You knew how to pick furniture. Kyle would leave it up to you to decorate your future home; you were obviously good at it.
He planned to sit down, back where papers sprawled across the floor, but he couldn’t seem to pry his eyes away from the drawers. Your clothes were in there. Kyle wondered about your style, what you’d wear on your days off from school. Maybe he could take some pictures—for the same reasons he snapped some of your body products.
The first drawers were two smaller ones set side by side, followed by a larger drawer beneath them and another below that. Your clothes were probably in the bigger drawers, yet Kyle was fixated on what might be in the smaller top ones. His gaze darkened, almost in a trance-like state, as he blankly stared at what was in front of him. He blinked, taking some time to process what exactly he was doing right now.
This was a total invasion of privacy, even if it was mostly innocent. He shouldn’t be doing this; he knew he shouldn’t be. This was disgusting and creepy. If you walked in right now and found out what he’d done, you’d probably throw him out screaming. Kyle wouldn’t blame you; this was so unlike him. The thought of you just turned him into an utter creep. No, it wasn’t your fault, none of this was. It was his, he should stop—sit back down before you walked in and caught him, but he couldn’t.
With a deep breath of regret, he opened one of the top drawers only to come into contact with something that could make him cum in his pants. He already felt so much shame and disappointment for himself, but he couldn’t resist where his line of vision led him. His cock pulsed in his boxers, demanding immediate attention at the sight of all your panties displayed in front of him. All colors, all sorts of patterns—fabrics, all in front of him, sat like trophies in a case. Kyle’s breath grew increasingly heavy, shaking as he fought the urge to reach forward and slide his fingers against the soft material, picturing you wearing them with nothing else.
His hand hesitantly grew closer; he knew he didn’t have much time with them before you came back. It had already been so long since you left, Kyle would’ve craved your voice if it weren’t for your panties tending his focus for now. He paused before reaching out, restrained by his moral compass. This was wrong. Everything started off so well-intentioned, and now it had dipped into something so disgusting and disrespectful. To you and him. Kyle held himself to high standards; he was above this. This was downright predatory. He wasn’t like that; he should stop now, scurry away from this house with the little dignity he had left.
He’d remember this moment for the rest of his life, how gross he was being—have nightmares about it. He wasn’t like this. Kyle repeated it over and over in his mind, but the drawer was still open, and his eyes scanned each and every pair.
He swallowed, took a deep breath, and brought up the camera app on his phone again, snapping a picture for gift-buying purposes, just as he had before. Nothing had changed. His phone was tucked back in his deep pocket as his bulge caressed the knob of the drawer, bringing his attention to it. Kyle grabbed the handle, sofly pushing the drawer back in a bit before stopping. It wasn’t enough; he already came to that conclusion. Without another second of crippling guilt, he tugged a pair out and shoved them in the pocket with his phone, making sure it was one from the back so it wouldn’t be as obvious. He didn’t even see what kind he’d chosen, allowing it to be a surprise for later. All of them were pretty; they all suited you, or rather, you suited everything.
He slammed the drawer shut, rushing to sit in the same spot, exactly as you left him. He pretended to look over the problems you solved, so he looked like he was doing something productive when you returned. Kyle tried to calm himself and not think about what he’d just done, but God, even your handwriting was cute. He couldn’t help but let out a frustrated groan.
“That bad, huh?” You pushed open the slightly cracked door, blanket and drinks in each hand.
Kyle blinked up at you, darting his eyes away in shame. He quickly reached up to grab his glass of water from you, chugging half of it before you could even settle back down on the ground. You watched him, impressed. He must’ve been thirsty too.
When he finished chugging, he reached for the blanket on the ground, draping it over his lap. “Yeah, hard stuff.”
You giggled, picking up your pencil again. You hadn’t known what he’d just done, how he defiled your personal belongings with his touch. Kyle couldn’t hide from guilt for long; he knew that, but for now, he could push it back, prolong it for later with math problems in its place.
That was exactly what he did. After working through five more problems, Kyle couldn’t take it anymore. Too horny and full of shame. He needed to get home immediately so he could simultaneously jerk off and cry.
“Can we do the rest another day? I’m spent.” You chuckled, eyes closed in a futile attempt to escape reality.
Kyle was shocked that you said it right after he thought about it. Maybe you two were meant to be.
“Yeah, me too. Let's call it a day. You did good, a lot of improvement at the end.” He smiled, barely able to maintain eye contact.
“Thanks, Kyle.” You softly sighed, stretching your legs as you stood.
You said his name. Kyle felt blood rush to his cheeks.
“You’re welcome. Just text me whenever you’re ready to finish this thing.” He gestured to the decent-sized packet on the floor.
“Yeah, I would, but I don’t have your number, so…” You let the sentence trail off.
“Oh yeah, give me yours so I can put it in—” Kyle’s thoughts interrupted him as he was about to reach into his pants pocket for his phone, only to feel what lay above it, “actually, I’ll give you mine.”
You smiled, oblivious and too tired to care about anything right now. Kyle ripped a piece of paper from his notebook and scribbled his phone number down with the fancy pen he’d ordered online.
“Here you go.” He handed it to you, packing up his stuff to leave with urgency; thankfully, his hard-on had disappeared for now.
You placed the torn-off paper on your nightstand before plopping into bed, exhausted, “Thanks again, you’re a good tutor.”
“No problem, you’re a good student.” Kyle offered another small smile, departing from your room, then your house, speed-walking as fast as he could back home so he could be alone.
He knew he had to go to his actual home, not his dorm, to do this, because Stan was probably there. He was always there. Kyle hoped with all his heart that his parents or brother weren’t home; they didn’t need to hear this. Kyle was usually quiet, but he doubted he could hold anything that came out today. He rarely ever jerked off this early in the day, opting for as close to midnight as possible so the shame would quickly wash over him after a night's rest. He’d forget about it by morning.
Every house was close by in South Park, and Kyle had never been so grateful for it as he did now. It only took a few minutes before he came face-to-face with his front door. There were no cars in the driveway, signifying his parents were gone. Kyle brought his keys everywhere, slinging his backpack from off his shoulder to dig for the keyring in one of the front pockets. After he pulled them out, he fidgeted to find his house key and unlock the door.
Kyle wasted no time, jiggling the keys to open the door before shutting it smoothly behind him and kicking off his shoes as he rushed upstairs to his bedroom. Once inside, he quietly shut it behind him and locked it. He looked over the familiar room where he grew up. Nothing like jerking off in your childhood bedroom, stuck in its time. Whatever, Kyle didn’t have time to reminisce; he didn’t deserve to. He was about to ruin whatever memories had taken place here with his disgusting thoughts and urges.
With a disappointed sigh and nimble fingers, he undid his belt buckle. His pants button and zipper followed, and alas, he was left in nothing but boxers and socks. He fetched the panties and his phone before leaving the discarded fabric by the door, crawling into his bed like he always did after a long day. He’d take a short nap after this; he definitely needed to relax.
Once curled up under the covers, Kyle actually looked at the panties for the first time, feeling his cock throb. They were nice, all cute and cottony—soft. A shuddered breath escaped his lips, and he trailed his fingers over them, cotton rimmed with lace and solid colored with a white bow in the centre. Kyle’s labored breaths caught up to him as he practically dug the fingers of his empty hand into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them off with rigor.
He closed his eyes so it wouldn’t feel real, so he wouldn’t process everything that happened today. He was disgusting; he didn’t deserve to be holding a part of something so close to you right now. Not this way. He shouldn’t have seen your panties until after you were in a relationship. Kyle was gross, holding something so personal and private that he stole. He was a thief, a fucking panty thief at that. This wasn’t him. Yet, his cock still sprang out erect out of his boxers, and he still clutched your panties in his grip as if they were a treasured bead of pearls. What would his mother think?
Kyle shook off the thought. He can’t think about his mom right now; he shouldn’t think about anyone. If any morality still festered inside him, he should just throw away the underwear now, forget all of this ever happened, and never speak to you again. You deserved better.
Kyle whimpered as he tugged his cock for the first time while staring at your panties, something unusual for him, but not unexpected. He should whimper, he should cry; he was unforgivable. It didn’t take long for him to get lost in pleasure. He was grateful, he was ashamed for being grateful, for pushing the severity aside. Yet with each tug of his pulsing cock he descended further and further into a state of concentrated bliss.
He always concentrated when he jerked off, imagining whatever scenario suited his fancy for the night. Right now, it was all about you. He tried to hold back, tried not to speed his hand up, going up and down on his cock, milking him dry. He hadn’t cum in so long. Kyle didn’t want to yet; he wanted to savor, wallow in his disgusting sin.
He slowed down, easing his hand over the tip of his cock and back down while he pictured you. Kyle let out another unexpected whimper as he thought about you. Nothing in particular yet, just about the way your muscles moved, how your clothes clung to your well-shaped body. It turned him on to no end. You were perfect, too good for anyone here. He closed his eyes, picturing how you were. The way you acted, the pace you breathed at, your chest moving up and down as you focused on your paper. He jerked his cock slowly, taking it all in, feeling your cotton panties caress the palm of his hand as his fingers moved along the seams.
You wore these, these clung to your body, who knows how many times. They were the closest thing to you, closer than he’d ever be. After this, he doubted he’d be able to face you again. It would be for the best, although he’d still crave you. It was just a crush, though; it was just supposed to be a crush.
As Kyle’s mind descended into dirtier territory, he thought about your scent. He wondered which perfume you were wearing earlier, if it was Japanese cherry blossom or one of the other ones whose name he couldn’t pronounce. Whatever it was, it was decisive just how he liked, as if you wore it specifically to edge him further. He stared hard at the panties in his clutch, almost as if he were burning a hole through them with laser vision. They were so nice—he already knew they’d look amazing on you. He wished he had a picture of you wearing this, he could look at while he masturbated to you.
A picture. That gave Kyle an idea; he wanted to see you. If he were going to think of you while doing something so degrading, he wanted to see you, all of you. He didn’t have any photos of you, but maybe there were some on the college website. From when you volunteered on campus or participated in a club activity? No, he couldn’t even bear the idea of getting a glimpse of anyone else on the school page right now. Just you—he needed just you. Kyle cursed himself for not knowing your Instagram or any other social media that might have a picture of you. Soon, he gave up on the idea. It’d make his already heinous actions even worse anyway. His imagination would do.
His fist sped up on his cock at the thought of you on your knees in front of him. He felt like a misogynist for entertaining the concept, even while horny and already close to cumming all over his duvet. It wasn’t in a derogatory way, though, just you on your knees, tongue out as he jerked off into your open mouth as you held your tits out for him. God, he was a disgusting degenerate, no better than Cartman at this point.
That wasn’t all. Kyle also pictured you doing other gross things, making out with him slowly as you rode his cock, pinning you down to the bed by your wrists as you took him like a champ, all while squirming under him. He thought about fucking you in your panties, the very ones he held right now; they really were beautiful, just like you. He wanted to keep them forever.
Kyle sighed, jerking off a little faster as he fondled the soft fabric in his touch. His cock peeked out from under the heavy blanket, so close to them. Kyle unfolded them, holding a corner so the rest could be properly displayed for him to admire. It was so close, he was so close. Close to you—close to cumming.
“Fuck.” He moaned under his breath, getting another idea.
Kyle was nasty, so gross for doing this to someone so talented and impressive. He just wanted to hear you, feel you, smell you, touch you, everything. His mind felt like a prison as he relished in the moment. Once this was over, it might be another story, another excuse, but right now, Kyle indulged in purely honest lust.
He couldn’t fight it anymore, too fucked out as his breath labored out in sharp winds. Kyle took your panties, wrapped the cotton around his stiff, impossibly hard cock, and jerked them along with it. Faster than ever. Kyle moaned, bucked into them as he whispered your name like a prayer.
“I-I love you, I love you. You’re so soft, so perfect.” He moaned aloud.
Your panties slid up and down his cock so impressively. You were doing such a good job for him without even knowing it. They were so soft, yet strong and firm. He draped it over him, sliding his dick in and out between the holes. He wished it were your pussy, but was also giddy that it was an object, a private piece of you. Although the material was delicate, it still somehow felt rough when repeatedly rubbed against his cock, especially when it drew over the tip. There was no way he’d give it up now; he just needed a little extra help. Lotion, or lube.
Kyle used to use lotion; it was easier to access. He had lube, though, in his nightstand drawer. It was probably old, unused for the past couple of years since he’d been moved out, but it would still do the job. He took his hand off his cock as the panties fell loosely around it. He reached over to tug the drawer open, exposing the various knick-knacks that lay inside before scrambling around for the small bottle of lubricant. Finally finding it, his hand shot back to his cock. With the other, he popped open the clear bottle with his thumb and poured some over his aching shaft. He watched as it dripped down, wetting your panties gathered around the base. He’d make sure to wash them later before sneakily returning them folded back to the privacy of your dresser drawer, never to see you again.
Kyle took a deep breath in, mentally preparing for the new sensation. He stroked up his cock once with his bare hand, gathering the panties again. He didn’t hold back; this felt better than before. It was like this was his first time ever jerking off. The head of his cock was so sensitive, peaking through the damp fabric with each downward stroke.
The panties were beautiful, worked up and over his dick. Kyle panted, feeling like a feral animal with no control or maintenance over his psyche. This was beyond undoing; there was no going back after this. He had to accept that. He almost wished he had walked over to your closet while he had the chance, to open it and be met with your dirty laundry hamper. To see what was stashed inside, so he could grab a dirty pair of panties instead. God, he was disgusting. It’d smell more like you, clung closer to your body than anything else.
Kyle groaned at the thought, calling your name again as if it would summon you in front of him to jerk his dick. He wishes it did; he’d call out for you over and over, hundreds of times, if it meant you got to spend even a second with him right now. Realistically, what would you think? Seeing him tug at his slick cock, up and down, all for you. Would you feel special or grossed out? Call him a fucking degenerate creep for jerking off to random classmates' panties.
“Fuck, yes, baby, I’m such a disgusting creep.” Kyle was gone, blissfully unaware and uncaring of his volume.
Why was he so into this? Being viewed so terribly. He knew he didn’t actually want to be perceived that way; it went against everything he stood for, so why would he admit it, even if it were true in this moment?
None of that mattered right now with the sound of the slippery stickiness of the lube covering his palm and cock. He was so close, it was unbearable. Kyle already knew this would be the hardest, most intense orgasm of his life.
“Fuck, I’m so close.” Kyle groaned, twisting his cock, vision blurring from his approaching orgasm.
He wanted to slow down, to indulge the moment further, but was already too caught up in every possible feeling imaginable. Lust taking forefront in his mind, trailed by guilt—shame, then possession. The only sound filling the room, like heavy steam, was his incessant moaning and the slick of his hand sliding against his cock.
Just as his vision went white for a brief second and a chill ran through his body, he heard the familiar ding of his phone. He opened his eyes—eyes he hadn’t even realized were closed—and looked over at the dimly lit screen beside him. A text message from an unsaved number. The hair on his body stood on end, and his eyes widened. He was going to cum.
Kyle lifted the phone with his free hand, unlocked it with his face, and read the message displayed on the lock screen.
“Hey, it’s me, your tutoree from earlier. I took a little nap and think I should probably start working on the packet again to get it over and done with. I’m going to try to do page 4. Can I send you what I got after?”
Fuck, he guessed it was you. Of course, you texted him now; it was like you knew and were giving him fuel to keep going. Kyle just wanted to gloss over everything you typed and text back asking for a picture of your tits or something. He clicked the message, going to the app, scrolling up the chat-log as if there was anything there, and this wasn’t the first time you messaged him.
He’d respond later. Or maybe he should ask for your Instagram really quickly so he could finish off to one of your pictures. No, he couldn’t even think of an excuse right now. With a grunt, he clicked the button on the side of his phone to turn the device off.
Kyle gazed down at his dick, smothered in your panties. It was a shame they were all dirty now, all from his filth. The thought made his head retch; it disgusted and turned him on beyond belief. He kept stroking, preparing at any moment to cum all over your tainted property.
“Kyle? You home?” He heard a voice call out from the hallway.
Fuck, his brother.
“Uh-y-yeah, I’m here, just trying to take a nap real quick.” Kyle stuttered out, unable to keep his hand off his cock after being interrupted again.
“Oh, okay. Are you staying for dinner tonight?”
“Yeah,” Kyle responded, the door acting as the barrier for his sin.
He sighed. What was with all the questions? Kyle just wanted to be left alone.
“Okay,” Ike called back, and Kyle could hear a faint shut of some door.
Finally, it was over. Guess he had plans later. Kyle’s mind returned to you again, replaying the thought of asking for your social media. He thought about what pictures he’d find there—probably a goldmine, he hoped—because he’d for sure be asking later. Right now, he pictured you as his girlfriend, how you’d send him nudes, suck his dick, moan while bouncing on his cock, and how he’d get you knocked up so you’d be forced to stay in his life—rely on him.
It hit him all at once. He came hard, his orgasm washing over him with an intense spout of passion. His eyes scrunched closed as a stifled choke between a groan and a whimper escaped his lips. His free hand flew to cover his mouth—he knew he wasn’t alone in the house, and hadn’t been for who knew how long. His cum shot out in thick ropes. It’d been so long he wasn’t even surprised. It flooded through the fabric of your panties, really enforcing what had taken place.
With a few more muffled, choked-out noises of pleasure, Kyle’s fist wrapped around his cock, as he shook lightly, finally releasing it. He admired the way your panties seemed bound to him now by the mixture of cum and lube. It was hot, but only for a second. Eventually, he was empty, left to fall back onto his pillow and contemplate what he had just done.
Post-nut clarity hit Kyle like a semi-truck. He expected this awful feeling. It was a lot to process, something he could never forget happened and that he’d have to live with forever. He was a pervert, a terrible person. No one else had to know, though, and that’s what Kyle counted on.
He figured he should get an actual nap in now before dinnertime.
contents. fem! reader, minors and ageless blogs do not interact, fingering, handjobs, unprotected + semi public sex, creampie
lyney, as all his charisma and charm suggests, is a risk taker—it’s why he has you pinned against the wall like this, backstage right before a show.
he shouldn’t. you shouldn’t. you both shouldn’t—but you will.
“lyney,” you warn, pulling away from his lips as he kisses you, hungry, needy, desperate, “we can’t—not here.”
he smirks a little against your mouth, let’s that smooth chuckle of his fan against your lips as he pecks them lightly. he’s amused when his brows quirk up and he stares at you like he has you cornered—he technically does.
“oh? can’t we?” he muses, “i guess not everyone is a fan of big audiences like me—don’t worry,” he presses a kiss to your jaw, “the stage is all ours here.”
“but anyone could walk by—”
“if we’re quick, everyone will be preoccupied—just like i planned it,” he winks.
of course. of course he’d plan to have everyone occupied just long enough that he could fuck you right behind the stage of his own show. you shouldn’t be surprised, yet here you are, gaping at him like he’s insane.
maybe he is, you think, maybe that’s why his tricks are so impressive—he’s not afraid to make a dangerous decision here and there.
“but—”
“i’m awfully nervous for this show,” he pouts, head falling back theatrically as he sighs, “i wish there was a way for me to relax before such a big performance. just to help calm my nerves—oh! wait,” he pretends to light up with an idea, hand squeezing at your tit as he grins, “i suppose there is one way.”
“you’re too much,” you groan.
it’s too late, his victorious grin is already flashing at you as he tugs down your pants, pushing the fabric of your underwear to the side before his finger brushes against your slit. he smiles smugly at the way you’re dripping already, slipping two fingers past your folds and deep into your cunt.
he watches you intently, stares at every reaction, every flutter of your eyes and every part of your lips, taking in the soft gasps as he brushes against that tender spot deep into your walls.
“look at that,” he coos, “you sure know how to put on a show of your own—much better than me, in fact.”
“l-lyney,” you pant, rolling your hips to meet his fingers as they thrust into you. you whine when his palm rolls against your clit, coating his hand in your slicked arousal.
“this is my favorite show,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple as his fingers sink in and out of your dripping core, “it’s such a shame no one else gets to see this—you’d be more popular than me.”
“you’re shameless,” you gasp—but you cut yourself off with a whimper when he curls his digits just right as they bully into you. you can feel his erection poke through his shorts, pressing against your thigh as he leans closer.
“now now,” he mumbles, sucking soft marks into your neck, “you might want to hurry—otherwise we won’t have time for the main act.”
just like that, you fall apart, right there in the back of the stage, not far from a crowd of people waiting to see the same person who’s knuckles deep into your pussy. you gasp, choking on a broken wail of his name as he works you through your high, thrusting into you as you squeeze around his fingers.
you’re breath is erratic—harsh as you breathe and stare into his amused eyes.
and then you don’t waste a second—slipping his pants down just enough to free his strained cock, flushed and pink and swollen at the tip as it leaks with pre cum. you smear it along the head, taking your time to slowly stroke him as he lets out a breathy gasp, head falling into your shoulder as his hips buck into your touch.
“i’m honored you enjoyed my performance,” you hum, “but i think the real performer is always you.” you’re grinning, turning your head and kissing right over his braid.
he chuckles between pants, moans low against your ear and sends shivers through your heated body with every sound he makes. you can’t wait any longer—and something tells you he can’t either, not with the way his hand gently replaces yours, guiding his stiff cock so that his tip is grazing your slit.
“trust me,” he breathes softly, tone much gentler this time, “this isn’t like my performances. this is real—” and then he’s pushing into you, right past your folds and sinking deep into your cunt where his tip kisses that sweet spot at the back of your walls.
it feels real—it always does: the way he kisses you, the way his arms wrap around you, the way he breathes your name like it’s the most important thing he’s ever said. his hips pull back before they snap forward in a deep thrust, slamming his tip back to hit that spot that makes you curl your fingers and dig into his shoulder.
you can feel the drag of every vein against your walls, feel the friction burn pleasure through every nerve as his pelvis meets your clit and bumps against it. it’s good—he’s good, always knows just how to make you forget about your surroundings as all you feel is him.
“lyney,” you whimper, letting him press his mouth over yours to silence you, swallowing every sound you make as he rolls his hips and quivers over your body at the way you suck him in.
it’s a mess—your arousal smeared between your thighs, his glistening cock pulling out before sinking right back into you, filling the small room with the wet sound of him fucking you desperately. you pull him closer by his shirt, and he whines into your mouth as you clench around him after a particularly harsh roll of his hips.
“do you feel me?” he hums, groaning as his head pushes deeper into your neck, hiding into the crook of it as his lips press hot kisses into the skin, “‘cause i can feel you—feels good doesn’t it?”
“yes,” you mewl, fingers trailing to sink into his hair, pulling and making him whimper at the tug, “‘s good—so good.”
he’s close—you can tell from the first twitch of his cock, from the way his pace is sloppier and his body slumps more weight into you, soft whines and low gasps filling your ear as you near your own high. your hips snap up to meet his, pushing him deeper, harder against you and hitting your spot perfectly.
it’s enough to make you sob his name, enough to make you squeeze just tight enough as you cum to make him crash into his own orgasm too—hot, thick ropes of cum filling you to the brim, spilling down the sides of your thighs and being fucked right back into you as he works you both through your highs without stopping.
“c-cumming,” he chokes—lyney is always so perfect like this, so pretty and magnetic when he falls apart right there against your body, with strained whines and broken calls of your name pushing past his lips as pleasure takes over every inch of his body.
you’re not sure when his performance starts, or if anyone’s nearby to listen, or if they’ve already witnessed this show you’ve put on yourselves—but you don’t care. you’re too busy cumming around his cock to think about that at the moment.
he slumps over you as he finishes at the same time you do, panting, and out of breath. you whimper and he shudders when he pulls out, cum oozing down the side of your leg—and you think he might just be glowing at the sight, grinning before he looks up and meets your gaze.
“how perfect,” he hums, “now you have a token to know i’m thinking of you during my performance.”
it’s show-stopping—that wink of his, charming and enough to make you throb between your legs all over again as he presses a sweet peck to your lips before adjusting his clothes.
you roll your eyes, opening your mouth respond before—
“lyney,” you hear lynette’s voice call from the distance, “what’s taking you so long? you have to be on soon.”
“be right there,” he calls, twirling his hat before setting it on his head, as he looks at you smugly, “i was just getting over my nerves, is all.”
Can I possibly ask for freminet NSFW where afab!reader is riding him and overstimulating him but he doesn't wanna stop just yet, even if it's too much for him? 👉👈
Poor guy needs love goddammit
hehehe i love this and i love freminet, he's so baby and deserves so many kisses!!
Needy
cw: none
tags: dom afab!reader, sub!freminet (he's 18, bite me), overstimulation, riding, oral (m!receiving), creampie, unprotected sex
nsfw under the cut
m!list here
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It was truly a wonder how you managed to get into a relationship with Freminet. You were outgoing, spontaneous, and outspoken; quite honestly the antithesis of Freminet. But that didn't stop you from pursuing him. You saw what you wanted and you got it, every single time.
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It didn't take long for you to end up with Freminet by your side. You had been persistent in getting know him ever since the first time you laid eyes on him, always conveniently sunbathing on whatever beach he decided to dive from that day.
Freminet never understood why you were so into him. He felt like he was nothing compared to Lyney and Lynette who claimed the stage of the opera house with extravagant performances while he sat on the sidelines. But he honestly preferred it that way, never having been one for the spotlight, never wanting to draw attention to himself. So why did you keep talking to him?
Honestly, his quiet demeanor was intriguing to you. You found it absolutely adorable when he spoke so softly and fumbled with his words, often blushing whenever he met your gaze. You overwhelmed him and he was starting to like the feelings you gave him, especially when you would tease him.
It wasn't long before there were lingering touches, soft yet fiery glances, evolving into passionate kisses and wandering hands. Freminet trusted you, finding himself lost in you.
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Freminet slumps onto the couch, his scuba gear scattered around the living room. The day had been long, and the water had been cold. He closes his eyes, seeking respite from the world, only for his eyes to flutter open when he felt soft lips brush against his temple. There you were, looking beautiful as ever, dressed in one of his shirts no-less.
You sit down in his lap, straddling him which makes him let out a soft breath as you relax against him. He wraps his arms around you and buries his face into your neck, "Hey, beautiful...", his voice comes out strained and weary, muffled against your skin.
You run your finger through his hair, "Long day?". The sound of your voice and your weight on top of him makes him feel safe and warm. Freminet lets out a hum of acknowledgement, too drained to have a proper conversation. He wasn't one for much words anyways.
You lean back, cupping his face in your gentle hands as you look into his tired eyes, "Let me take care of you, love..." Leaning in, you press your lips to his, sending tingles down Freminet's spine. Every touch, every kiss, it all made his mind into mush.
Feeling him relax against you, a smile tugs at the corners of your lips. Your tongue swipes at his bottom lip, seeking permission to enter. Freminet lets out a soft moan, allowing your tongue to slip in and dance with his. Your hands roam his body, trailing down his abdomen til your fingers hook into the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head.
You lean back in, trailing your lips down jawline to his neck, nipping gently at his collarbone. "I'm going to make you forget all about your troubles," you murmur against his skin, your hot breath sending a jolt of arousal straight to his cock. "Just relax and let me take care of everything."
Your hands slide down to the waistband of his pants, popping the button free and lowering the zipper with a slow, deliberate motion. Freminet's cock springs free, already half-hard and twitching with anticipation.
With a sultry grin, you wrap your fingers around his shaft, stroking it firmly from base to tip. Freminet's breath hitches, his hips bucking involuntarily into your grip. "Mmm, you're already so hard for me," you purr, leaving his lap to lower yourself to your knees in front of him.
His eyes grow heavy-lidded as he takes in your new position in front of him, the feeling of your hand against his velvety cock has him leaking at the tip.
You lean forward, running your tongue teasingly along the underside of his length, tasting every inch of him. The salty flavor of his pre-cum makes your mouth water even more. "Oh fuck..," he groans loudly, resting his head back against the couch. "Ngh.. baby.. please..."
You smirk, taking him deeper into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his girthy shaft. Freminet's fingers dig into the fabric of the couch as waves of pleasure wash over him. He moans lewdly losing himself in the sensations you provide.
Feeling his pleasure-soaked cock throb against your tongue, you suck harder, taking him as deep as possible as you hollow out your cheeks. Your hand reaches up to grasp his balls, squeezing them gently, making him whimper.
With a mischievous glint in your eye, you start humming lightly around his shaft, the purposeful vibrations adding another layer of pleasure. Freminet bucks his hips instinctively, trying to get more of that delicious sensation.
"You like that, baby?", you tease, pulling away just enough to speak, your lips brushing against his leaking tip. Without waiting for an answer, you dive back onto him with renewed vigor.
Freminet's cries of pleasure fill the room as you continue to worship his cock with your mouth and hands. His body writhes, completely lost in the overwhelming sensations. You increase the pace of your ministrations, sucking and licking with wild abandon.
"Just like that, baby," you moan around his cock, your own arousal building at the thought of bringing him to the edge and pushing him over.
Your relentless oral assault sends Freminet spiraling towards orgasm. His thighs tense, his hips buck wildly, and his cock pulses violently in your mouth, crying out with a high-pitched whine.
You swallow his length, taking him as deep as possible as he starts to cum. Thick ropes of hot seed coat your tongue and the back of your throat, and you drink it all down greedily.
As he finishes, you release his still throbbing cock from your mouth with a pop, licking your lips clean of his essence. “Mmmm, you taste so good," you purr, giving him a sultry smile. “But we’re not done just yet, babe", your voice dripping with seduction.
Freminet whimpers, making you chuckle darkly and fake a pout, “Aww can’t my baby handle a little more? Is it just too much for such a sweet little thing?” He bites his lip and shakes his head, “N-no, please.. I.. I need more. Archons, please I need you..”
His senses were overwhelmed, cock leaking more pre-cum and twitching with need. In truth, his mind was a mess, completely in a sub-space and he didn’t think he could take much more but fuck… he needed to be inside of you, to feel your tight, wet pussy clench around him.
You smirk, your finger trails up the underside of his cock and slowly rubs against his frenulum, making him grit his teeth and squeeze his eyes shut. “I don’t think you can handle more, baby. I think it’ll be too much~”, you taunt, driving him insane.
He bucks his hips wildly, his voice strained and whiny, “P-please, please, please. Fuck, I need you..”
Hearing the desperation in his voice, you can't help but giggle. You get back on his lap, straddling him, your pussy grinding against his needy cock. Leaning down, you press your breasts against his chest and whisper in his ear, "You want me that badly, huh?"
Taking hold of both of his wrists, you pin them down against the couch and grind against him again, making him writhe and whimper.
"Oh, baby...you're so sensitive," you murmur, the head of his cock catching on your soaked entrance, making him suck in a sharp breath.
Feeling the slick warmth of your pussy teasing his throbbing cock only makes Freminet more desperate. He squirms underneath you, trying to align himself better.
"Fuck...I need you," he pleads between pants, his voice raw and needy. "Please..."
Despite having his arms pinned down, Freminet's hips buck upwards instinctively, seeking friction against your dripping cunt. Your soft folds slide along his length, coating him in your juices.
He lets out a whimpering moan when you finally lower yourself onto his cock, feeling every inch of your clenching walls as they envelop his length. His breathing becomes ragged, his heart pounding against his ribcage.
With a sly grin, you tighten your grip on his wrists, holding them firmly against the couch. You start moving, your hips rolling slowly as you sink deeper onto his cock. Each movement sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body.
You lean in, your lips grazing his, “You like that, baby? Can you handle it?” Freminet’s eyes roll back, his cock throbs inside of you as you keep riding him. His fingers curl into fists, desperate to touch you, to squeeze the soft flesh of your hips as you fuck him.
His mind goes blank from the intense pleasure coursing through his veins, unable to form a coherent thought. All he can focus on is the sensation of your tight pussy squeezing his dick.
"Fuck...yes," he grunts out, his voice strained. “More... Please..." Despite his restrained state, his hips still manage to move in sync with yours, meeting your every downward stroke with a powerful upward thrust. The sensation of your slick walls hugging his dick makes him insane.
Your movements become faster, more urgent. With each roll of your hips, your pussy clenches tighter around his cock, milking it for all it's worth.
"You’re doing so good," you purr, your voice dripping with satisfaction. "Just like that... Let me ride you, baby. Let me make you feel good..”
Leaning forward, you capture his mouth in a deep kiss, exploring its depths while your body continues to grind against his. Every time your clit rubs against his pelvis, sparks of ecstasy shoot up your spine.
Caught in the throes of passion, Freminet can barely think straight. But he doesn't need to; all he has to do is feel. And right now, all he feels is pure bliss.
"Mmmph," is all he manages to say against your lips, lost in the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure from your tightness squeezing him relentlessly and the overstimulation.
His own arousal grows exponentially with each thrust you take, driving him closer to the edge. He can already imagine the hot rush of cum filling your womb, marking you as his.
Feeling the tension coiling within, you quicken your pace even more. Your pussy squeezes his cock harder, urging him towards release.
"Oh god... I'm close," you whisper hoarsely against his lips, nipping at his bottom lip.
With sweet moan, you bury yourself completely on his dick. Your inner muscles flutter around him as if begging for his seed as you cum hard around his cock
At the feeling of your orgasmic contractions gripping him tightly, Freminet's restraint snaps. He bucks his hips upwards, pushing deeper into your quivering cunt as he lets out a whimpering cry.
"Ngh! I’m gonna-" But he can't finish his sentence. Instead, he spills his hot load into you, flooding your insides with his potent essence.
His cock throbs wildly inside you, pumping out thick spurts of cum that fill you up. Each pulse sends another wave of euphoria crashing through both of you.
Neither of you are able to move, you stay in his lap, his cock still buried deep inside of, keeping his cum inside. Through heaving breaths, you look into each other’s eyes.
While the encounter started off as teasing and mocking him, your eyes only held pure love for him and his gaze mirrored yours. You let go of his wrists and he immediately brings his hands up to your face, cupping it gently as he kisses you slowly.
Your eyes flutter shut, feeling all his love pour into the soft kiss. “Fuck, I’m so in love with you..”, Freminet mutters against your lips, making your heart soar. His thumbs caress your cheekbones as he pulls away to look into your eyes once more, “Please just stay right here…”
The softness of his voice makes you feel so much all at once. It didn’t matter that his cock was now soft inside of you, you would stay. You wrap your arms around him and relax against his body, “I’m not going anywhere… I promise.”
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a/n: lol it got a little mushy at the end but freminet deserves all the love
a joyous and festive time of year. although older brother!choso is still getting used to these human celebrations and festivities, he realizes he’ll quickly grow to love the holiday season from the look of excitement on yuuji’s face anytime he witnesses all the joy and happiness the holidays bring.
standing in the corner and watching from afar, a soft expression sits comfortably on choso’s face as he watches yuuji and nobara drag megumi around the store to pick out gifts for their teachers. the scene unfolding in front of his eyes is adorable and he otherwise wouldn’t be interested in leaving his spot in the store, but he’s becoming increasingly more aware of the pressure pushing against his bladder.
he’s got to pee. bad.
choso didn’t expect for it to take him this long to find his way around in the unfamiliar mall, and he especially wasn’t planning on the long ass line he finds waiting for the bathroom. fuck. he’s just going to have to take his chances and wait, but he soon finds out it’s going to be much harder than he thought.
a slight ache makes itself known in his lower stomach. not good. and he doesn’t trust himself to leave and go look for another restroom for fear of having an unintentional accident. the mere thought of that even happening begins to weigh heavily on his mind, keeping his feet firmly planted in one spot, unmoving.
as the minutes continue to tick by agonizingly slow and the feeling becomes more pronounced, choso finds himself doing anything to distract from how much worse the need to piss is getting. from shifting his weight from side to side, to humming, to subtly bouncing his leg, but nothing is working. if anything, it all just seems to be making it worse.
exactly five minutes have passed now and the line has still barely moved.
this has to be a joke.
choso grumbles in frustration under his breath. there’s got to be at least fifteen people in front of him and at this point, the probability of his fear coming true steadily increases and his heart drops to his stomach. but if worse comes to worse, he’ll get out of line and come up with some kind of plan.
but he can hold it, he definitely can.
he’s been holding it for hours already, so it can’t be that much more difficult… right?
sadly for choso, it is in fact incredibly hard to not piss yourself in a situation where the outlook is grim, especially when your bladder is already near the point of bursting from the stress being put on it for such a prolonged period of time.
his phone shows he's been waiting in line for ten minutes now. the ache has turned into a throbbing sensation and his lower belly is slightly distended from his full bladder that’s begging to be released. he’s trying to discreetly squeeze his cock without looking like some freak, but shit, it’s so hard. he’s terrified a little pee might dribble out. and it’s getting so bad that he feels like if he loses focus and doesn’t keep his muscles clenched, he might start to accidentally relax and piss himself in line.
finally, the person in front of him moves forward again and choso takes a few steps forward, slowly inching closer to the place he currently desires the most. and that’s when it happens, a little bit of pee just leaked out from his dick. oh no.
choso’s eyes widen and his cheeks heat up, suddenly it feels like all attention is on him–in reality, it wasn’t a sufficient amount to even stain the front of his jeans. the longer he holds it, the more he struggles to keep his bladder muscles clenched and the more it starts to hurt. he’s afraid to move even an inch, worried that it’ll lead to a stream of piss he won’t be able to stop.
he’s still nowhere close to the bathroom. he’s stuck in a dilemma. stay in line and wait or find somewhere secluded and hope for the best?
within a matter of moments, choso makes the decision to step out of line. he’s full on gripping his cock tightly, which earns him many disgusting stares as he weaves through the crowd of people. he needs to get somewhere private and quick, but he doesn’t know if he can make it. a feeling of dread spreads in his chest with the very likely chance he might end up humiliating himself in the middle of the mall with the way pee keeps periodically leaking into his boxers.
the image is incredibly embarrassing and humiliating, yes. but his primary worry is yuuji. is that really the kind of role model he wants yuuji to look up to? a grown man pissing his pants in public, in front of hundreds of people where his own brother could see? how pathetic and weak.
so with that in mind, he moves quicker, more frantically, as he searches for a way out. a deep frown tugs at the corner of his lips, panicking over the fact that he hasn’t found some kind of exit yet, until he passes two service doors that lead to the back rooms and hastily makes a b-line for them.
choso is making his best attempt at sprinting as he rushes through the doors and into the back hallways, but each time his foot hits the floor, another little bit of piss leaks from his cockhead. fat tears start to roll down his flushed cheeks and a choked sob rips from his throat.
the doors to the outside of the mall are in sight, he’s so close! but deep down, choso knows he can’t make it any further.
his legs start to tremble underneath him and he places a hand on the cold, brick wall as if to steady himself. against his will, the contracted muscles of his bladder relax and droplets of piss begin to leak from his dick and this time he can’t stop it, no matter how hard he clutches his dick or tries to tighten his weakened muscles again.
what started out as a leak, is now a steady stream of urine releasing from his bladder. the loud hissing sound of an overdue release is the only sound heard in the hallway as it pools at his feet in a shameful puddle. a look of despair is painted on choso’s face and his eyebrows are knitted together in humiliation while his lips quiver pitifully.
pee darkens the crotch of his loose fitting jeans as it trickles down his legs and it’s just too much for the poor curse to handle. he drops to his knees and hunches over as he cries, silently succumbing to his fate. this is the least of his worries but he can’t deny the feeling that’s present as he pisses, it feels weirdly… orgasmic?
after nearly three minutes, his bladder is emptied. his ordeal is over. finally.
he’s embarrassed. humiliated. and feeling incredibly guilty. he’s no doubt disgusted with himself, and yet for some reason, his dick is hard all of a sudden. he wasn’t hard before, just the exact opposite actually. it’s very odd to him, but he tries not to pay it too much attention as he slowly stands to his feet.
repulsive is the only word he could use to describe it. he knows why his dick is standing erect and straining against his wet underwear, but he refuses to even acknowledge it. at least right now.
something inside him has undoubtedly just awakened.
Neuvillette x Fem!reader x Wriothesley (heavy heavy wriothesley x neuvillette)
Word count: 8.6k
After being married for a few years, your husband asks if you’d be willing to… experiment a little within your intimate life. Your best friend wriothesley is happy to help.
WARNING: SMUT, NSFW 18+ MDNI
CW: m/m/f threesome, m/f and m/m sex. Wriothesley fucks you and your husband. possessiveness(neuvi), danger kink(wrio), growling, slamming into walls, making out, vaginal fingering, anal fingering(male rec), vaginal sex, anal sex(male rec), Neuvillettes inhuman tongue, mentions of Neuvillettes dragon dicks, biting, minor mentions of blood at the end, clitoral stimulation, teasing.
Authors note: okay, okay. Listen. Listen. I had to, okay? Look— it doesn’t have to be AR canon if you’re not into it. It’s not imperative to the plot. It was just so eaaaaasssyyyyyyyyyy. No, Wriothesley isn’t joining the marriage, it’s not becoming a thing, but I am a firm believer that people can fuck their besties if they wanna and it can be chill. Fuck your besties!!! Especially if they look like wriothesley!!! Let your boy best friend fuck your husband!!! Especially if your husband looks like Neuvillette!!
“Have you ever had sex with a man?”
Wriothesley spit his tea across the entirety of his desk, soaking the morning paper crossword puzzle he was half paying attention to.
“I’m sorry, what?” He sputtered, wiping the leftover tea from his mouth and gaping at you with his blue eyes wide.
You simply shrugged, pretending like his reaction wasn’t the most hilarious thing you’ve seen in months. Though, you were expecting him to react something like that.
He was your best friend, but you’d never really talked about either of your sex lives before, mostly because you didn’t have a sex life before Neuvillette, and you always felt too awkward to talk about these things with Wriothesley.
The past couple years with Neuvillette had really whittled down your self consciousness on the subject though, and your more recent conversations with your husband had left you quite curious.
“Just a question, you don't have to answer if you’re not comfortable talking about it though.” You said, nonchalantly sipping your tea, trying to hide the grin threatening its way into your cheeks.
“No, no.” He said, rolling his neck as if the shock of the moment had put a crick in it. “You just caught me off guard, that’s all. You just… don’t ever talk about this kinda stuff.”
“I wasn’t sure if you’d be comfortable discussing it with me, that's all.” You said, setting your tea down. “That and— up until Neuvillette, I didn’t really have any experience to speak of.”
He rolled his eyes. Wriothesley often joked about how gross you and your husband were. Flirting when no one was paying attention, stolen glances across the room, poorly concealed marks on your bodies— he called you shameless, teasing you but never prying.
“Well I mean, some people may find it a bit awkward, talking about the sex life of their two best friends… who happened to be married to one another…” he said.
”Do you?” You said, tone light and teasing, almost as if challenging him. “Find it awkward?”
“Not really,” he grinned. “Actually I’ve been dying to know what he’s got going on, y’know… with the whole dragon thing.” Wriothesley made a lewd gesture towards his crotch as he spoke, making you laugh.
“Ah ah, I asked first, your questions can come later.” You teased.
He chuckled, rolling his eyes again. “Fine, fine. The answer is yes, I’ve done almost everything under the sun with as many different kinds of people as there are out there.”
“Your Grace!” You said in a mock fluster. “How scandalous! What would the people say if they knew the Duke of Meropide was such a common whore!”
”Hey!” He laughed, taking your teasing just as intended. “Just because I’m not interested in a long term relationship doesn’t mean I need to be abstinent! Let a man enjoy the simple pleasures in life, you prude.”
You snorted, covering your mouth a bit as you tried not to laugh harder, Wriothesley’s wide grin and accusatory index finger pointing at you wasn't helping.
“What’s your, uh— preference in role when it comes to that type of sex?” You asked once you’d calmed down a bit.
He snorted again, making your laughter bubble back up and threaten to burst out once more.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “it's just so funny to try and see you talk about this shit.”
“Answer me!” You giggled, trying to brush him off. “I’m trying my best, here!”
He cleared his throat, attempting to take the conversation a little more seriously. “I’ve done both, and I favor neither one nor the other. It all depends on the partner, really.”
Not that you’d ever really entertained the thought of what Wriothesley looked and acted like in bed, but you could very easily picture him in a more dominant role, taking charge and leading the experience with a well practiced hand.
But picturing him in a more submissive role? Being the receiver, his broad shoulders pressed into luxurious blankets, large hands reaching up to grasp at long, silky white hair as he—
Oh. You were getting ahead of yourself.
You took the time to clear your own throat and calm your heated cheeks, trying to keep a proper posture.
“What is your opinion on people having casual sex with close friends?” You said, trying to keep your tone level and casual, as to not expose your nerves and ruin the entire conversation. If things took a sour turn, you could easily play it off as morbid curiosity.
He seemed to answer without really thinking. “I mean, I personally don’t see a problem with it, as long as everyone is consenting and, you know… chill.”
You rolled your eyes at his ridiculous and frequent use of cryo puns. You swear he did it just to get a rise out of you sometimes.
But he suddenly paused, most likely connecting some dots, as you figured he would.
“If I didn’t know any better, I might think this illustrious personal assistant was propositioning me on behalf of the Iudex, which would never happen,” his eyes thinned, turning a bit dark, but you could see the remnants of a grin threatening their way onto his face once more. “Would it?”
“Quite preposterous in theory, for sure.” You bit the inside of your cheek, refusing to meet his eyes and instead taking a delicate sip of your tea, proper and poise. “Though in practice it might not be so improbable.”
Wriothesley’s eyes glimmered as he leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers together and watching you avoid his gaze.
He made a noise of affirmation before clicking his tongue against his teeth. “Yes, yes. Well, even so, I would find it hard to believe, considering everyone in Fontaine is aware of how devoted the honorable Iudex is to his most beloved wife.”
“Yes, well.” You sat your teacup down, eyeing the rows of books he kept while willing the heat from your cheeks. “One does not live life without developing… curiosities. And perhaps his beloved wife is curious too? It’s not so obscene to imagine.”
Wriothesley tilted his head, and out of the corner of your eyes you caught him licking his lips.
“Obscene isn’t the word I’d use when imagining it, that’s for sure.”
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“Are you sure about this?” He asks.
“You know you can say the word at any time and this doesn’t have to continue,” You add.
“Exactly.” Wriothesley agreed. “I’m here to do what you want, there’s no expectations. I won’t be upset or offended, literally anything that happens tonight will not affect our relationship whatsoever.”
Your heart thudded against your ribcage as you watched Neuvillette look between the two of you.
Sitting down in the living room with Wriothesley and your husband was a common occurrence, many nights of cards and drinks and laughs were shared here. But tonight was very different, the air seemed electro-charged and the fire crackling in its stone fireplace was only adding more distracting noise to the sound of your heart beat thrumming through your eardrums. Could Neuvillette hear it so loudly too?
Neuvillettes eyes still danced between the two of you, and his brow raised slightly as if in disbelief.
“You are both aware that I was the one who initially proposed this idea, correct?” He asked, slow and steady as if to make sure the words really resonated. “It would be rather foolish of me to ask something like this of the two of you, only to change my mind at the last second. Unless… you both are having second thoughts on the matter?”
Both you and Wriothesley tried to express your refusal of such an accusation at the same time, making the two of you chuckle at each other with your eagerness.
“It’s not us, it’s just…” Wriothesley paused, making a circling gesture with his spread hands, as if he was trying to gather the thoughts he couldn’t quite conjure.
“My love, you have a tendency to be a bit…” you started, looking for the right phrase to not offend him too terribly much.
“Sometimes you can come across a little…” Wriothesley looked at you, cringing a bit as he hoped you would finish as if to soften the blow.
You sighed, deciding to just come right out and say it.
”Possessive.” You said. “You can be quite possessive.”
Neuvillette only nodded, seemingly unaffected.
“It is true that I can be rather possessive of my wife, as is in a dragon's nature to protect their mate, to guard their treasures carefully.” He looked to you. “Though I don’t see how that would be a problem in this situation?”
”My darling, you growled at that tea seller from Liyue when he tried to offer me a discount.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest.
“I did not enjoy the way his eyes were roaming all over your body, as if you were some kind of confectionary treat to drool over.”
“You’ve almost broken my hand just for touching her arm.” Wriothesley deadpans.
“Unrelated.” Neuvillette huffs. “I was experiencing a fluctuation in elemental energy when the full power of the hydro sovereign was returned to its rightful owner. Any irresponsible choices I might have made during that time can be written off as flukes, one time mistakes, nothing more.”
“Any irresponsible choices like, for example, courting your personal assistant without the knowledge that she was aware that was what you were doing?” Wriothesley stood from his chair, rounding the little end table that held your books to stand behind the armchair you were perched on, facing Neuvillette on the couch.
You could see the tips of your husbands ears glow red in the firelight, and you suppressed the urge to giggle when he clicked his tongue against his teeth.
“Nonsense.” He looked at you, and his eyes softened. “The decision to court you may not have been a very well thought out one, but it was a decision I will stand by for the rest of my existence.”
You flushed. He always found a way to make your heart flutter. You were so in love with this man— dragon— you were in love with your husband, and it seemed his devotion to you was an endless pool as well.
“Well, if it's unrelated, you should have no problem with me touching her again now, hmm?” Wriothesley said behind you, and you froze a bit in shock. You didn’t think he would start this so soon, but better to get going naturally, yes? Surely if you tried to talk about it forever, it would never happen.
His large, still wrapped up hands slid down your arms, fingertips dragging along your exposed skin until he was bent over the back of the chair, nuzzling into the side of your neck. His index fingers smoothed over the insides of your wrists as he breathed in your scent, a soothing gesture surely— but it only served to rile you up even more.
You looked up at Neuvillette and involuntarily whimpered at how strained he looked. His eyes were dark, menacing. His gloved hands were gripping the edge of the couch, straining the fabric as if it was seconds away from tearing and exposing the cushion. He looked like he was about to pounce, a murderous glare trained on where Wriothesley was touching you, breathing you in.
“You smell so sweet tonight, is that a new perfume?” Wriothesley whispered, making sure his breath ghosted over your ear, causing you to shiver.
“Yes,” you squeaked, still watching Neuvillette watch you.
“Just for me?” You caught him flashing that cheeky grin in your peripherals. “You shouldn’t have.”
His hands smoothed up and down your forearms, his lips barely ghosting along your throat, the tease of it all making you breathless.
“You seem far too comfortable doing such things with your best friend, Your Grace.” Neuvillettes' tone was dark, his voice was steady and smooth like usual, but there was an underlying madness creeping around the edges of his words that set your skin on fire. “Should I be concerned?”
Wriothesley pressed his smile against the sensitive skin beneath your ear, not quite a kiss but it ripped a growl from Neuvillette’s chest all the same.
“It’s fun to play pretend sometimes, isn’t it?” The Duke whispered your name softly in your ear, and you could see his eyes dip up to finally look at Neuvillette. “We can play pretend for a little while… can’t we, doll?”
You met Neuvillettes gaze. He was livid, yes. But there was a flush on his cheekbones that wasn’t there before— a heaviness to his breath that didn’t seem to come from his anger. You nodded to Wriothesley.
“I haven’t even touched you properly yet and he looks like he’s about to burst.” Wriothesley chuckled, low and breathy in your ear, but loud enough that you were sure your husband could hear. “Tell your puppy to heel, hmm? I’m just trying to get the fun started.”
Your thighs clenched together, heat pooling to your core in droves as you watched Neuvillette, all while receiving Wriothesley’s gentle and teasing ministrations.
“Neuvillette—“ you gasped as Wriothesley moved his hands to your thighs, blowing cool air in your ear. “Are you… still okay?”
Wriothesley’s warm palms gripped onto the plush of your thighs, making your legs spread almost on their own, a natural response to the kind of feelings stirring inside you, but it still made you squirm knowing it wasn’t your husband who brought such a response from you.
Neuvillette still hadn’t responded, but you figured he would voice his concerns if he truly had any. He looked as though he was fighting against all instincts, but from a quick peek to the crotch of his pants—you could tell he was just as excited as you were.
Your hips bucked up and arms tensed as Wriothesley kissed you gently on the junction between your neck and shoulder, your thinly strapped top giving him easy access to plenty of skin.
“So responsive…” Wriothesley groaned. “Aren’t you just a little treat for me.”
You bit your bottom lip as his kiss turned wet, his tongue dragging across your skin with each press of his lips.
Your eyes fluttered shut and you whined when he nibbled on your jawline, making your hands grip the arms of the chair even tighter as his hands continued their leisurely strokes on the tops of your thighs, fingertips only slightly teasing the fabric covering the inner flesh here and there.
“Such pretty little noises too,” Wriothesley said, bringing his fingertips further into the flesh of your inner thighs on the next stroke of his hands, watching the way Neuvillette lurched at the sound of your whimpers. “Does she make such pretty noises for you too, Iudex?”
Neuvillettes voice was chipped at the edges, wavering and dark, anger and lust and all other conflicting emotions swirling in the syllables as he growled out into the firelight flickering along the dark walls.
“My touch commands sounds more beautiful than you will ever pull from her, I can assure you that.”
“That sounds like a challenge to me, Monsieur.” Wriothesley was pushing it, he really was. You were honestly shocked at how well Neuvillette was handling himself thus far, but there had to be a breaking point.
The Duke of Meropide looked your Husband dead in the eyes (you only knew he did because you watched as Neuvillette met his gaze, his pupils thinning into tiny slivers,) and dragged his fingertips up your thighs, bringing his left and to press his middle and ring fingers deeply along the seam of your pants— the seam directly covering your aching core.
Your cunt throbbed at the attention and you cried out, a little startled but mostly just overwhelmed at such a heavy and sensual touch after all the light teasing.
As quickly as the touch was there it was ripped away, your body jolting back in shock as Neuvillette was suddenly upright, bolting across the few feet between the chair and couch to push Wriothesley away from you, making the Duke stumble backwards a few steps.
If he pressed him back where he stood, his back would surely collide with the bookshelves behind him, and somewhere in his instinct driven lizard brain he must have realized that, so he grabbed Wriothesley by the lapels on his vest and hauled him against the wall perpendicular to the shelves, which happened to line up quite nicely with your field of view as you turned around in the chair.
You sat on your knees and gripped the edge of the chair back as you watched them. Their profiles illuminated by the stone fireplace, the breaths in their chests heaving as they looked at each other.
Wriothesley was no small man, but he seemed so tiny as Neuvillette loomed over him, his eyes blazing down and piercing into the Duke.
“Your impudence knows no bounds, does it, little boy?” Neuvillette growled.
Oh.
Oh, did that ever do something for you.
Wriothesley cheekily grinned under his murderous glare, looking up at him without a care in the world— like one of the most powerful beings in Teyvat wasn’t pressing him up against a wall, looking like he wanted to tear him limb from limb.
Or maybe that's exactly why he looked so happy. Wriothesley used to be a bit of an adrenaline junky, didn’t he? Nothing crazy, just jumping into the water from high cliffs, picking fights with bullies much bigger than him, that sort of thing. You figured that spark must’ve died down since his sentencing to the Fortress, but it looks like it was still alive and well, glimmering up at your husband.
“Oh,” Wriothesley breathed, shifting his knee up in between Neuvillettes thighs. “I know plenty of ways to disrespect the honorable Iudex, if he’d like me to show him.”
Neuvillette let loose a sound halfway between a growl and a moan as Wriothesley pressed his thigh into Neuvillette a little harder, grinding against what was surely an aching erection.
“Or would he rather disrespect me?” Wriothesley’s breath was heaving in his chest as he pulled Neuvillettes hands from his lapel to his throat, steadying his grip there as he moved closer, pressing further. You watched as his gaze flickered from Neuvillettes eyes to his lips, before that sinful tongue came out and absentmindedly swiped across his own bottom lip.
And that was all it took.
Neuvillette crashed into him in a flurry of teeth and tongues as he devoured Wriothesley, pinning him further against the wall with his slender hands cupping around his throat.
You gaped as Neuvillette managed to slip a knee between Wriothesley’s legs now, and you nearly moaned he ground his hips against the duke, the tents in their pants pressing against each other's hips. Every few strokes they would bump into each other until Neuvillette must have decided that he preferred when they did, because he shifted until they were pressing against each other's cocks with every grind of their hips, making Wriothesley whimper out a pitiful sound that had you feeling your heartbeat pounding between your legs.
The Duke managed to pull his arms up and over Neuvillettes shoulders, wrapping his hands around the back of your husbands neck, pulling him closer as they devoured one another.
Their breaths were heavy, the grinding of their hips making you squeeze your thighs together as you watched them. You had half a mind to think that maybe you were a bit perverted for enjoying this so much, but the other half was too enraptured by the sight in front of you and the wetness pooling in your underthings to worry too much about it.
“You kiss—“ Wriothesley breathed between kisses, “—like it's a conquest.”
Neuvillette growled, pressing himself closer, squeezing the sides of Wriothesley’s throat in warning. “Only when I have a partner so desperate to be conquered.”
Neuvillette moved his hands in favor of sucking and nibbling along the exposed skin of Wriothesley’s jawline and throat, nibbling between the black wrappings and making the Duke’s knees shudder while he moaned.
His eyes caught yours where you sat and a grin pushed its way onto his heated face.
“Look at your little wife, Monsieur.”
Neuvillette turned his head, and his pupils dilated in the firelight as he caught you so shamelessly staring, face flushed and thighs surely squeezing together.
“Bedroom.” He said, voice leveling out but having no less of its ever commanding tone.
“Bedroom.” You squeaked, nodding as you nearly fell off the chair.
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“I never imagined that Madame Neuvillette would be so shameless…” Wriothesley breathed in your ear as you squirmed in his lap, head lolling back onto your husband's shoulder as the Iudex sucked along your throat from where he sat behind you.
Your clothes were long tossed off, and you pulled at Wriothesley’s tie and hand wrappings, desperate to expose more of his skin. Wriothesley chuckled and moved to take it all off, his coat and vest long since discarded into the darkened corners of your bedroom.
Satisfied with Wriothesley following your needy directions, you reached over your own shoulders to pull at your husband's shirt, wanting to feel his bare skin pressing against your own.
“My love…” you whined. “More, more— I wanna feel you.”
Neuvillette brought his fingertips to your mouth, and you whined as you pinched the tip of his glove in between your teeth, holding on as he slipped his hand from the offending fabric. He brought his other hand up to do the same, and you watched as Wriothesley’s pupils blew wide at the movement.
Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you dropped the gloves in your lap, looking at Wriothesley with a face that was surely more lewd than he’d ever seen on you before.
Finally, his upper body was bare, and your hands roamed the wide expanse of his scarred skin.
“Kiss me?” You asked, looking at him through your lashes.
“What kinda question is that?” Wriothesley grinned as he leaned up to capture your lips. He tasted like tea, and a vague hint of your husband's lips from their earlier tryst downstairs.
You moaned as the duke's hands caressed your waist and cupped your breasts, his hips rocking up into you as your tongues danced together, messy and uncoordinated but so enjoyable.
Wriothesley pulled back and his eyes flickered behind you before a pained expression washed over his face.
“Damn it. Fuck. That’s so fuckin’ unfair.” The duke whined.
You looked back to see your husband shirtless, finally. You knew exactly what Wriothesley was whining about too.
Neuvillette was always beautiful, but all his finery and fabrics hid just how stunning he actually was.
His pale skin was flawless, glowing in the moonlight streaming in your bedroom window. His shoulders were broad, arms sculpted and showcasing the odd blue veins here and there. His abdominals were strong and lean, his trim waist dipped into his hips with a perfect v cut that drew your eyes directly towards the light speckling of hair that trailed below his navel. He had the body of a strong swimmer, he had the body of a being so beautiful not even the gods could compare.
He was stunning, he never failed to take your breath away even after years of the privilege of seeing him this way.
“I know exactly what you mean,” you pouted as you looked at him over your shoulder.
Neuvillettes long silky hair fell over his shoulder as he leaned in to crowd you against Wriothesley, his bare hands tipped in the faintest pale blue— the element he commanded pulsing through him too powerful to stay hidden away— running along Wriothesley’s sides to paw greedily at his chest, his arms caging you in and forcing you deeper into the dukes lap.
“You both act as if your forms do not beget a reaction so feral and obscene that it makes ones insides shudder in anticipation.” Neuvillette growled, his fingers trailing through the dark hairs coating Wriothesley’s chest.
Wriothesley groaned as you reached down to join your husband's perusal of his chest. Neuvillette was right about one thing at least— as beautiful as your dragon sovereign was, Wriothesley was a different sort of attractive altogether.
Wriothesley was thick. All broad shoulders and corded muscle, large arms that looked like they could pick you up and toss you across a room without issue. His waist didn’t cut in as narrow as Neuvillettes, his abdominals less defined, but you could still see the strength in him tense as you ran your hands across his body. Scarred, marked by his past tribulations and coated in a speckling of hair that just screamed that rugged sort of sexy that made your mouth water.
“Fuck,” the duke said, tossing his head back as Neuvillette ran his nails from chest to navel. “Is he always so quick with the flowery dirty talk?”
You smiled, squirming down on his lap, surely making a mess of the front of his pants. “You act like it didn’t make your cock jump.”
You bit your lip and moaned as Wriothesley grinned and bucked his hips up against your cunt as punishment.
Neuvillette leaned closer, his head dipping above your shoulder to mouth at Wriothesley’s jawline as you were squeezed between them, helpless and turned on with the Duke's erection pressing at your core and your husbands twitching against your ass.
“Your insistence on tormenting my wife will not go unchecked, Your Grace.” Neuvillette whispered as his hands pawed at the Duke's chest once more.
You could hear Wriothesley’s breath hitch as you squirmed further into his lap, and you felt your husband grab and squeeze at him while dragging nibbling kisses along his throat and jawline.
“You’re so fucking good, Neuvillette, shit—“ Wriothesley moaned, stumbling over his words a bit. “Damnit— I want to fuck you so badly.”
Everything seemed to still for a moment. Neuvillette leaned back, letting you look at Wriothesley’s flushed face and heaving chest. His cock was straining against his pants beneath you, you could feel it twitching as he looked up at both of you.
“Do you really?” Neuvillette asked.
“Wha— what?” Wriothesley breathed.
“Do you want to fuck him?” You said, sounding equally as breathless.
Wriothesley seemed confused for a moment, before his eyes darted between the two of you, his face still tinged pink.
“With the way things were going… I figured he’d be the one to— but if you—“
“Do you want to fuck Neuvillette, Wriothesley?” You asked, lowering your tone into something more sultry as you looked at him through heavy lashes.
“Fuck—“ he groaned, his eyes rolling back a bit. “Fuck yes. Yes— you have no idea.”
You both slid off of him, and Neuvillette grabbed at his thighs to pull his legs to the edge of the bed. You sat beside the Duke, watching intently as your husband lowered himself to the ground between Wriothesleys knees.
Wriothesley sat up, looking at the Iudex on his knees in front of him, and his face suddenly turned a whole new shade of red.
“You don’t have to— I mean, I said I was—“
“I want to try. Let me try it?” Neuvillettes' tone was a lot softer now that Wriothesleys hands weren’t actively on you, and you knew that would be the case.
Wriothesley propped himself up with his hands behind him. “Fuck, yes. Yes— okay.”
You leaned over to help Neuvillette undo Wriothesley pants, wanting an up close look at the way his face would change when he saw Wriothesley’s cock. And he did not disappoint you.
His eyes widened and pupils dilated as Wriothesley’s cock burst from its confines, the weight of it making it droop a bit to the side instead of smacking against his stomach. You felt your own mouth water at the sight of it. He was long and obscenely thick, you think he was perhaps even thicker than your husband, and you could see the way Neuvillettes gaze took it in, watching the gears turn in his mind as he realized he was going to try and fit this thing inside him.
A taste of your own medicine, much? You wanted to snicker.
Neuvillettes eyes dipped over to you, a look of hesitation flickering across his features. You smiled down at him, reaching a hand to card your fingers through his hair.
“Take it slowly, darling. You know what feels good, just let yourself have fun with it, okay?” You said.
He looked to Wriothesley, who just silently nodded in agreement, hands fisting the blankets and staring in almost disbelief at Neuvillette between his legs.
Finally, finally, Neuvillette leaned in and let his hot and wet tongue lick up Wriothesley’s shaft before releasing its inhuman length out to curl lewdly around the head of it, lapping up the pre-come dripping from the tip.
Wriothesley shuddered, his eyes widening even more as a desperate sound of shock was ripped from his throat, and he pulled away, scurrying himself back up the bed.
“OH!— okay okay OHkay—“ he yelped as he scrambled back. “If we keep doing that shit I’ll be done in five seconds flat. What the fuck?”
You giggled, looking at Neuvillettes' disappointed pout as Wriothesley panted beside you.
“Yeah, I had about the same reaction the first time too— though I let him keep going.”
Wriothesley sighed. “Yeah well— I said I was going to fuck him.”
The Duke shuffled out of his pants fully, tossing them on the floor. His thick thighs flexing as he kneeled on the bed.
“Sorry, sorry. We can try that again another time.” He took a deep breath, grounding himself. “If it pleases the honorable Iudex, I’d have him lie on the bed and make himself comfortable.”
Neuvillette eyed the cock still hanging hard between Wriothesley’s thighs, but listened without complaint, laying himself down on the pillows.
“Good.” Wriothesley said, the flush in his cheeks slowly dying down to something more reasonable.
He crawled closer, kneeling in between Neuvillettes spread legs, eyeing him for signs of discomfort as he slowly reached for the buttons of his pants. Neuvillette simply relaxed his face, lifting up his hips when Wriothesley pulled at the waistband to tug them off his body.
To Wriothesley, it probably looked like Neuvillette was in calm indifference, just going with the motions, but underneath, you could see your husband brimming with nerves and anticipation, his eyes blazing with need. Your husband was just incredibly used to schooling his own emotions into a mask, he was doing so now to hide his nervousness.
As his pants and undergarments were finally pulled from him, his cock twitched, long and hard and leaking as he laid there, and you simply couldn’t help yourself. You leaned down and took the head of it into your mouth, giving him a few firm sucks just to loosen the tension in his spine.
He moaned, his hand coming to your shoulder as he squirmed. You pulled away, smirking at the flush now coating his face.
Wriothesley whistled as he took in Neuvillettes completely naked form, running his hand along a smooth milky thigh, thumbing gently where it meets his hip.
Neuvillette squirmed, his hand reaching for yours. You grasped it gently, smiling up at Wriothesley. “He’s fine, just getting all quiet because he’s nervous.” You explained when wriothesley looked to you in concern.
“Nervous?” Wriothesley chuckled. “After all that? He’s nervous now?”
“Se—“ Neuvillette stuttered. “Nervousness during sexual exploration is normal, however sharing new experiences with someone that one has no sexual experience with prior can be cause for some anxiety. I am… I am fine— eager, even.”
Wriothesley smirked affectionately, rubbing Neuvillettes thighs. “Well that's good. Is it alright if I touch you now?”
”You may.” Neuvillette breathed.
You continued to hold his hand as you sat down by his hips, eyeing the way Wriothesley squeezed his inner thighs appreciatively.
His large calloused hands spread up and cupped around Neuvillettes pelvis, his thumbs gently running along his balls, watching gleefully as the Iudex twitched under his teasing touch.
A hand finally came up to grasp his cock, starting a slow pace of languid strokes, making you both eye the precome beading at his tip as Neuvillette bit his lip and watched.
“You know, I was expecting something a little more… dragon-like down here.” Wriothesley teased, eyeing Neuvillettes cock before tracing his gaze appreciatively all over his naked body. “You’re fucking ridiculously big, and so damn flawless it’s certainly a little inhuman… but not what I was expecting.”
Neuvillette watched as Wriothesley’s hand picked up the pace, only to slow right down once more, his calloused fingers squeezing here and there as his other hand still teased the junction between his pelvis and thigh.
“This is my… least alarming form.” Neuvillette breathed, and you watched as his brow twitched. he was certainly holding back. “I thought it appropriate to keep the experience as close to… normal as possible.”
“His other form is so pretty,” you pouted, twirling your index finger around Neuvillettes pert nipple, the pink flesh pebbling from all the attention. “But he wont let me play with them… he says I’ll just end up hurting myself.”
“Them?” Wriothesley’s hand paused as he looked at you with a raised brow.
You gave him a cheeky grin, raising up two fingers as you glanced down at Neuvillettes cock. Wriothesley audibly swallowed as you gestured a measurement well over a foot with your hands and mouthed the word big with some finality in your expression.
“Your mortal body is not equipped to deal with such—“ Neuvillette was cut off by his own choked groan as Wriothesley bent down to lap at the head of his cock, blue eyes still staring up at your husband with such intensity.
“You’re telling me you have two cocks?” Wriothesley teased between strokes of his hand and tongue, watching as Neuvillette writhed on the bed. “And you’ve been holding out on our girl here?”
Neuvillette’s head snapped up, glaring at Wriothesley between his spread legs.
“Mine.” His voice was a rasping growl, eyes aflame. “Not yours.”
You watched Wriothesley shudder, his grin ever present as he simply continued the strokes and little licks around your husband's leaking cock.
“Oh fuck, that’ll never not be hot.” He murmured almost to himself as Neuvillette settled back down at your soothing touch running along his chest.
“He’s just teasing you, my love.” You whispered to him, nibbling along his pointed ear. “Everyone knows I belong to you.”
“You have to let me see them,” Wriothesley chuckled as he sat back up, pinching along Neuvillettes thighs. The sight of your husband spread wide and flushed was enough to send pulses of searing heat between your legs, and you simply couldn’t take it anymore.
Neuvillette cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact with The Duke as you settled to lay down on the bed beside him, rolling on to your side to face him. You nuzzled into your husbands neck, kissing and nibbling at his skin as if it would soothe the ache in your core.
“Perhaps another time.” Neuvillette didn't sound very thrilled, in fact he sounded rather embarrassed. You remember how long it took to convince him to let you see his more dragonian features.
Wriothesley smiled at the premise of another time, another instance of this happening between the three of you. It seemed that he certainly wasn’t going to object.
“Lubricant?” The Duke asked.
“Top drawer, right side.” You mumbled from your mission of scattering purpling marks along your husband's collar bones.
You felt Wriothesley shift as you wrapped your arms around Neuvillettes neck, bringing your lips to his for a fervent kiss. He consumed you, his inhuman tongue twirling with yours and dipping deeper than usual, teasing your gag reflex and pushing little tears to form at the corners of your eyes.
Wriothesley was back, spreading the lubricant along his fingers. “I’ll start slow, okay?”
“I am not made of glass, your Grace.” Neuvillette scoffed slightly as he paused your kiss.
“Have you done this before?” He looked between the two of you.
“No, I didn't want to hurt him, I’ve never done anything like this.” You said, looking up at Wriothesley before your eyes were pulled right back to the lewd sight of Neuvillette running his tongue along his bottom lip.
“Exactly. I know what I’m doing. Let me do it.”
You and your husband nodded, seemingly more interested in sucking on each other's tongues than Wriothesley’s scolding. That is, until Neuvillette paused, his eyes widening.
“There, there's one. How is it?”
A rough breath pushed from Neuvillettes nose, as he shifted, and you watched the muscles in Wriothesley’s arm flex as he pumped the digit in and out of your husband, slowly and with a careful gaze.
“It is… different.” Neuvillette finally said, letting you nibble on his bottom lip.
“Good. Please say something if you feel any pain or discomfort.” Wriothesley’s eyes were sparkling as his eyes flipped between watching the two of you and watching his finger sink in and out of Neuvillettes hole. “Think you can take another?”
“Yes.”
Wriothesley’s fingers were thick, you knew that. Watching Neuvillettes face change color as Wriothesley pressed a second finger inside made you writhe beside him.
A small noise left Neuvillette as Wriothesley started his slow pumps once more, and your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head. You rolled to your back, immediately spreading your legs and running fingers along your clit, still watching your husband try to hang on to his composure.
You whined as Neuvillette gripped the blankets beneath him, his breaths becoming heavier as his face grew more red. Wriothesley was picking up the pace, slowing every now and then with a focused expression, as if he was looking for something.
The Duke watched you as he kept going, smirking down at your shameless display.
”Awe, you both just have such greedy little holes, don’t you?” His hand wrapped around your ankle, pulling you down the bed closer to him. A surprised squeak left your lips, and you watched with wide eyes as Wriothesley reached his free hand over to pet at your leaking cunt, fingertips slipping through and pressing so wonderfully.
He pressed the tip of one finger into your hole, before pulling back out and squeezing two inside you, slow and hot and so good. You keened at the stretch, your achey walls screaming at the sensation of finally being stimulated.
“There you go, ‘that what you needed, pretty girl?” he asked.
You nodded obediently, spreading your legs further as he pumped his fingers in and out of your hole, your back arching as you moaned and cried for him.
You turned to look at your husband, who was surely fuming at another man touching you so blatantly, but you were only met with a flushed and panting mess.
It seemed in your distraction, Wriothesley had added another finger, and Neuvillette was reacting sensationally to the pleasure. His voice was still held back, but you saw his eyes glazed over with lust, his little fanged teeth biting into his bottom lip.
Before you could get too distracted, Wriothesley crooked his fingers inside you, making you sob out and arch your back as he prodded at your g-spot.
To your surprise, Neuvillette cried out at the same time as you, a loud whine being ripped from his throat.
“Found it,” Wriothesley grinned.
The dam had finally cracked, though only a trickle of Neuvillettes true expressions were leaking through. He softly groaned, his eyes rolling back as his horns glowed, his hands nearly tearing holes in the sheets.
“Yeah?” You breathed, still spinning from Wriothesley’s fingers stroking inside you. “Does it feel good, my love? Are you enjoying yourself?”
“Your Grace,” Neuvillette panted, tilting his head up to meet Wriothesley’s heavy gaze. “I… I need—“
“What do you need, Your Honor?” Wriothesleys hands pumped in sync now, heavy strokes of his fingers stimulating you both. His smirk was smug, his eyelids heavy and cool eyes blazing.
You could feel your core tightening, the pleasure mounting inside you.
“Wrio…” You keened.
“Fuck, who knew that you’d both be such sluts? You’re both just begging for cock, aren’t you?”
He leaned down, pressing a messy kiss to Neuvillettes lips, and you watched Wriothesley nibble on his bottom lip before pulling away from your husband completely, slipping his hands from the both of you.
“Let me get you riled up before I fuck you, hmm? You’re so hot when you’re being possessive.”
Neuvillette looked confused for a moment but the realization dawned across his face as Wriothesley moved to gather your thighs in his hands, pushing your knees back until they rested on either side of your head.
“Just need a little taste of it, sweetheart.” Wriothesley murmured, running his ridiculously thick cock along your folds.
You squirmed, hands balling into tight fists in anticipation. Looking at Neuvillette, you watched as his eyes grew dark once more, and he looked as if he was going to rip Wriothesley away from you at any moment.
“The more fuss you put up, the longer I’ll fuck her— which means the more you’ll have to wait.” Wriothesley teased the head of his cock against your hole, and your back arched as if to encourage him.
Neuvillette settled back, though a deep predatory noise rumbled from his chest, and you could feel Wriothesley’s cock twitch against you.
“Fuck, I’ll never get over that.” The Duke nearly whined.
“Please,” you whimpered, your words starting to slur from the fog clouding your mind. “I wan’ it”
”Yeah? Think you can handle it?” Wriothesley added more pressure, wetting the tip of his already weeping cock, teasing you further. “You only took two fingers, you think that's enough to take this?”
”Please, please,” you bucked your hips, whining again when he pulled back. “I can take it, I can take it, I swear.”
Wriothesley chuckled, low and deep and so seductive. “If you say so…”
After a moment that felt like it dragged on for hours, Wriothesley finally pressed into you, and your eyes blew wide, your mouth hanging open in a silent scream.
He was thick. You were so insistent on taking him, you didn’t think about the consequences of not being adequately prepared. In a perfect world, you’d have likely taken three or even four of the Duke's lovely fingers and perhaps a couple orgasms to loosen yourself up before taking this claymore of a cock.
But oh, were you a glutton for punishment.
It stretched you so completely, not unlike the way it felt the first time your husband entered you this way, though he always seemed to prepare you more than necessary to ensure your comfort and pleasure.
“Think I can wring one out of you before I fuck your husband?” Wriothesley grinned as he bottomed out, watching your face as you tried to process how ridiculously full you felt. It was like he was in your throat, carving out a new space in your insides just for him to fit into perfectly.
Then he started moving.
Your cunt instantly fluttered around him, the position he had you pressed into forced the fat head of his cock to press against your g spot with insane precision, and the Duke slowly worked his thrusts into a rough slapping of your hips, until he was fucking you at cruel and brutal pace.
“Oh, oh!” You cried out, unable to do anything but take it, staring at the ceiling as your walls fluttered around him, squeezing and clenching as your orgasm built.
You could hear your husband's low growls, but you could also hear a secondary wet noise, prompting you to glance over in your haze of pleasure.
You keened out as you saw Neuvillette stroking himself in time with Wriothesley’s thrusts, his eyes dark and menacing but the twitch of his cock was unmistakable.
“Yeah, that's it sweetheart,” Wriothesley groaned. “Give it to me.”
And you did.
It shattered through you, the build up so quick and harsh that the tipping point had you crying out, writhing around in his hold as you came with such force it made you squeal.
“Good,” Wriothesley whispered, gently pumping his cock into you, prolonging your pleasure. “Good girl.”
You felt a cool hand reach for your thigh, your husband's possessive growling reaching closer to your ears, before Wriothesley’s hands pushed him away, his cock slipping from you rather quickly as he pinned Neuvillette to the bed beside you.
“Nuh-uh,” he chided. “Good boys wait their turn, monsieur.”
“I‘ll tear your hands from your body if you do not use them properly in the next five seconds, Wriothesley.”
“Ooh, violent.” Wriothesley smiled, pinning both of Neuvillettes hands within one of his own, bringing the free one down to run a thumb along your husband's bottom lip. “But I believe that would be a most heinous crime, Monsieur. And though I don't think you’d last a week down in the fortress, I’d make sure your time there was very, very comfortable.”
Wriothesley pressed his hips against Neuvillette, rubbing their cocks together in a lewd squelch that made you whimper and flush, realizing that it was your own arousal coating Wriothesley and making the slide of their lengths so wet and smooth.
“Let me fuck you,” Wriothesley breathed as he stared into Neuvillettes heated eyes. “Fuck, I need it.”
Neuvillette keened, his cock twitching and drooling where Wriothesley pressed against him. Though his brow was still furrowed, his hands still thrashing in the Duke's grip, he nodded, murmuring something that sounded like a breathy “please”.
Wriothesley wasted no time reaching down to thrust three fingers back into Neuvillettes hole before pulling out and lining his cock up, still dripping in your juices.
“It’ll be a lot at first, just try to relax for me.” He murmured against Neuvillettes ear, his muscular forearm tensing where it held him up.
You watched as he pressed forward, as your husband's mouth fell open, his eyes widening as he gazed up at The Duke, his hands clutching the sheets beneath him.
Your mind was in a haze, watching as Wriothesley started his slow and sensuous pace, the line of his hips driving into Neuvillette in a way that made your insides shudder.
His voice was a symphony of broken little sounds, smaller and more vulnerable than you were used to hearing, but his flushed face and bite-swollen lips looked so enticing.
“Is that good?” Wriothesley whispered as he leaned over him, pushing your husband's thighs wider, further back. “You like it?”
Neuvillette released a weak whimper, and you could see the wetness pooling behind his ethereal eyes. Even so, he gave a delicate little nod.
“You’re squeezing me so tight, beautiful.” Wriothesley groaned, his pace quickening. “Fuck, between the two of you, I’m not going to last long.”
You realized you were absently swirling your fingertips along your puffy clit, the pleasure in you from watching them too much for you to handle— you needed release.
Wriothesley’s eyes flickered between the two of you, watching you both, and you could see the muscles in his abdomen tighten.
“Gods—“ Wriothesley made the mistake of moaning out that dreaded word.
Neuvillettes legs snapped around his waist, his clawed hands gasping at his shoulders, at his back as he pulled Wriothesley closer and growled.
“No.” He rasped, fire burning in his gaze as his claws pulled at Wriothesley’s shoulder blades, making the duke shudder and cry out. “No gods. Only me.”
Your fingers stuttered as your thighs shook, your high approaching much sooner than you realized, your sensitive folds dripping and aching for it.
“Oh, fuck—“ Wriothesley groaned, leaning down to breathe into the crook of Neuvillettes neck as his hips stuttered too. “Neuvillette—“
Neuvillette did something you’ve only seen him do a few times, on occasions of high intensity and emotional wreckage during your intimate moments. It was a primal and animalistic act, a response brought on through his instincts and inner feelings, typically hidden by his proper decorum and high intellect.
He opened his mouth wide and latched his teeth possessively into the meat of Wriothesley’s trapezius muscle, deep and firm.
Wriothesley nearly screamed, his hands white knuckling the sheets as he came, gasping and pumping into your husband with a shocked and embarrassed expression, the blush on his face so extreme it trailed down to his shoulders.
Neuvillette groaned, and you watched his cock jump and spray deep splatters of white across his chest and abdomen, even up onto Wriothesley— all while still latched onto him, teeth baring down possessively into the flesh. Small rivulets of blood began pooling where his tongue wasn’t laving it up, and you shuddered and came at the sight of it all.
Your body arched, mind going blank as it hit you.
When your sight returned, all you could hear were three sets of panting breaths, three pounding hearts in the moonlight pooling in the room.
Your heart stuttered out a little bout of jealousy at the sight of Wriothesley petting your husbands silky hair as he soothed him away from his aching shoulder, watching the droplets of blood pool in the wetness left behind from his mouth.
But as Neuvillette relaxed back into the pillows, wriothesley looked up at you with a cheeky grin, wriggling his eyebrows at you, and suddenly the stillness of the room was broken by your unfiltered giggles.
Wriothesley joined you, his chuckling making Neuvillette look at you both in utter confusion. The Duke of Meropide raised his hand, and you limply sat up to meet it, clapping your hand against it in a high five both childish and out of place for the aftermath of such a heated exchange.
“That was… crazy.” Wriothesley said, pulling himself from Neuvillette and sitting back on the bed.
Your giggles calmed, and you snuggled up against your still gaping husband, who continued to look between the two of you with a flushed face and furrowed brow.
“Yeah, I was not expecting it to be like that.” You said as you ran your hands along Neuvillettes chest, soothing him.
You were expecting a bit more awkward tension— but then again, Wriothesley was your best friend. Everything felt easy with him, and even in the aftermath, you couldn’t help but feel light and happy, not an ounce of shame or awkwardness to speak of.
“This exchange…” Neuvillette looked between the two of you, wincing as he tried to sit up less than gracefully. “…is it a positive one? I understand that laughing has more than one meaning, I trust that this means you both enjoyed yourselves?”
You and Wriothesley looked at him, and then each other before you both burst out in another fit of giggles.
“Mmn.” Neuvillette hummed, his face now relaxed and serene. “I take it you’re staying to do our laundry, Your Grace?”
Wriothesley’s laughter sobered up in an instant. “Uh, what?”
“Well, considering that you’ve yet to clean up the mess you left between my legs, which I can feel attempting to drip onto my silk bed sheets, I assume you’re planning on washing them after you’re done relaxing?”
Neuvillette wasn't one for unnecessary messes, always rushing to clean you up after your trysts. He wasn't opposed to a mess or two, but would very promptly strip the bed afterwards to avoid staining his very expensive and very old silks.
Now it was your turn to giggle alone as Wriothesley’s eyes widened at the space between your husbands open thighs, tumbling off the bed in his haste with a grumbled “oh, shit!” As he raced to find a cloth.
“Thank you for indulging me, my love.” Neuvillette whispered against your temple as he pressed a kiss there, holding you closer.
“Do you have any more ideas?” You smirked, and he smiled finally, scrunching his nose playfully at you.
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Authors note: not my finest work, i kinda lost interest halfway through if you can’t tell. I still wanted to finish it and actually have something to post for y’all while i crawl my way out of this creative block, so visiting the old wips is a must. Anyways, let me know what you think, comments and reblogs are most important!! Love you all so much. —Rae🖤
ok ok ok, but why do I kind of see atushi as a closey perv??? like he can't help it but he's so into you that maybe somtimes he steals your panties or found a way to get all of your naughty photos and videos on his phone as he watches them while he jerks off over simluating himself and whining
a/n: pervy Atsushi bc he's just so in love with you is exactly what I think about every night before going to bed ♡ sorry I kinda went off bc I watched the public bath house episode of bsd wan heh
type: headcanons
tags: fem!Reader, perv!Atsushi, masturbation, slight obsessives thoughts but like, in a loving Atsushi kinda way ♡
You are an angel
At least, that's exactly how Atsushi sees you
Everything comes back to you and the poor man clings to every idea of you even when those thoughts turn less than professional
What started as a harmless work crush turned into so much more after Dazai (and accidentally a few other's at the agency) kept stroking the flames
Atsushi looks so happy when he works with you? Why would anyone not encourage the young man to seek what makes him happy? And you seem to enjoy his attention too? So where's the harm?
No harm but...he's certainly stolen a few personal items from the work lockers
Atsushi lacks any kind of creativity but if it smells like you, he can't help but want to "borrow" it
Sweaters, blouses, underwear
There's nothing he won't imagine you vividly in from just the tender smell around the collars of your tops to the lewd imagery in his head of your panties resting snug against your crotch for an entire day of work
He can't rid his mind of the thoughts of you
And doing anything to think about you when he's stolen a moment alone with his little treasures
Both hands clasped over his cock as he kneels above your panties
Fucking his closed fists with each thrust showing the tip of his cock peaking past his grip
Imagining himself fucking you instead
That same pretty pussy of yours that is covered by the panties, Atsushi can only rut into his own hand thinking about your cunt taking him in
Each stroke, drowning in the idea of his tip brushing against your cervix, deeper and deeper without any protection, sold on the idea that his cum should be in you day in and day out only
Until Atsushi is trembling, trying to hold it back, legs shuddering and stomach dipping in with sharp breathes before he spills his seed all over your panties
Painting the crotch of them with thick globs of cum as he kneels there, in a daze, eyes half lidded as he watches his cum drool and ooze onto the fabric
This should all be for you, no one else
Every last drop he has in him should belong to such a sweet angel and no one else
Then reality hits him and Atsushi never holds onto the pieces of clothing longer than a day
Going back to your locker with cum stained clothes to put back like you wouldn't notice
But it doesn't take Ranpo's or Dazai's astute methods of deduction for you to realize something is going on
Your locker left open more times than not, you aren't stupid about who's stealing your things for them to turn up a day or two later with odd stains on them that certainly weren't there before
Atsushi feigns knowledge of it even though no one else in the agency follows you around as closely as he does
So when a simple trap of your panties springs the culprit
You aren't surprised to have Atsushi caught red handed
Ready to be babbling over his words and pleading for your forgiveness for such heinous things he's done
Atsushi is doesn't expect you to share such lewd ideas of him as well
But you aren't stealing his things heh
Though a "punishment" might be in order so Atsushi stops stealing and just comes to you with his needs
What he has in mind when he hears the words is nothing like what you do
And Atsushi dies the second he gets to see you sit up on the counter, panty-less and legs spread so he can see every inch of you
"You kept taking them, now I have nothing to wear."
So much more than he'd actually imagined, Atsushi is aching in seconds when he sees your lovely slick folds and the way your fingers rub down either side of your clit
Mouth salivating and hand going right to grip himself through his clothes
Atsushi gets reminded its a "punishment" for now, just to watch you masturbate in front of him without even the slightest taste
But the next time he has the urge to steal your panties, perhaps he should just come to the source for his relief ♡
❗Disclaimer❗Even if your bday is really cold or hot, it doesn't matter because you got really lucky on ur bday. Use your imagination for the plot 🏃
🖤DAZAI🖤
You were calmly sleeping in your warm, comfy bed when suddenly you felt a pair of lips on your own. You opened your tired eyes and see Dazai with a huge smile. When he notices your awake he squeezes you into a hug and attacks your with kisses
"Happy birthday, my Belladonna!"
You softly smile as he still covers your face with kisses "Thank you, 'Samu" you grabbed his chin to keep him still and kiss his lips
"I got something for you" he says after the kiss
You smirk as you tilt your head slightly "did you now? With what money?"
He puts a finger to your lips "Shhhh that's not important! It's not like I used Kunikida's card" he waves a hand in denial
"Uh- 'Samu-!"
He shut you up by shoving a small velvet box in your face "Oh, here's your gift!"
You rolled your eyes until you noticed it was from a jewelry store. You opened it and saw it was something you've been wanting for awhile. You thanked him and hugged him, delighted with your expensive gift. You liked that he remembered you talking about it and how much you wanted it.
For the rest of the day you two have just been walking around the city and going out to eat at restaurants, nothing too expensive. He was just spoiling you as much as he could, but he had a special surprise for you in the night.
When the moon was up, Dazai took you to the woods. You were stunned when he told you this, but he told you to trust him and of course you do so you followed him. It was dark and kind of scary, trying your best to see and not trip on the roots of the trees
" 'Samu, can you slow down please?" You pleaded
"Hm? Oh, where are my manners?" He chuckles before he suddenly picks you up bridal style and making you gasp. He laughs to your cute reaction and keeps going towards the woods.You felt more protected being in his warm embrace and honestly you could take a nap like this.
After awhile, you start to finally see the moon light off on the distant "almost there, Bella" Dazai tells you
A couple more steps and you found yourself in a flower field with a small little creek, not only that, but also the whole view of the city. You were in awe, too stunned to speak. There were all kinds of flowers and moths around the field. The creek made a relaxing sound. The moon light was a perfect match to the city lights.
Dazai smiles as he puts you down and hugs you from behind, putting his chin on your shoulder "beautiful isn't it?"
You nod your head, still in awe of the view "of course no view beats your beauty, but I thought you'd like it" Dazai says
You turn around to face him and give him a loving smile "I didn't expect this from you not gonna lie" you say while wrapping your arms around him.
He wraps his arounds around your waist "Darling, I'm the most romantic person alive" he responds in an exaggerated tone
"Right" you respond back sarcastically
He was about to say something, but you kissed his lips to shut him up. It was a gentle and loving kiss. After the kiss he sits down and sits your on his lap. You both talked for a long time just about random things and enjoying the others company. You both laughed and smiled while enjoying the view, well the only view he enjoyed was you smiling and laughing because of him
When it was time, you both walked back to your shared apartment. While you were taking your shoes off he immediately picks you up bridal style, it startled you at first but you then giggle
"I haven't given you my special treat~" he gives your a devious smirk
After a couple minutes, You back was against the wall as your arms and legs were wrapped around his body. His hands were busy carrying you as he thrusted into you. You were both moaning from the pleasure "God, you feel amazing~ ngh~! just sit there while I take care of you, okay?" Dazai grunted in your ear
He was hitting all the right places. He was so deep inside you that it was hard to speak "I-it feels really good~ ah~ faster 'Samu, please~" you moaned while pulling on his hair gently
He smirks "Hah~ As you wish, bella~" His pace was immediately faster just as you wanted. Your nails clawed his back which turned him on. You both moaned louder as you felt your orgasms near. He decided to kiss your lips which you obviously kissed back
He pulled away from your lips "Where do you want it, bella~?" He pants
"I-inside~!" You responded almost in a begging tone
He leaned in for another kiss. All you heard was muffled moans and his hips slapping against your thighs. His breathing became for rapid as he felt his release. With one last thrust he came inside you, making you cum with him. You felt the other twitch and breath heavily. he finally pulled away from your lips as he pulled himself out. His cum dripping out of you and onto the floor
"So perfect~ maybe it's my birthday and not yours" he teased while smirking at you
You decided to ignore his snarky comment and just hug him "Thank you, Osamu"
He was surprised at first, but then he smiles warmly while kissing your head, hugging you back "May you have many more birthday's, my belladonna "
💚RANPO💚
You just woke up without Ranpo next to you. You just thought he was in the kitchen eating, so you decided to go say good morning to him, but before you could even get out of bed, Ranpo burst through the door, giving you a heart attack
"Happy birthday, sugar!" He came towards you to hug and kiss you, ignoring your surprised face "I have so many plans for today!"
You chuckled "really?"
He nods his head up and down vigorously. He then grabs your hands to force you out of bed "now, get up so we can go!"
You were dazed, but after getting ready and driving to the places he told you to go, you finally realized why he was excited to get out of your shared apartment. He took you to a very big and popular bakery "YAY! we made it!" He yelled after he saw the logo
To be honest you weren't even that mad, or surprised, because you've been wanting to try some of the desserts from this place for awhile.When you walked in, it was like Willy Wonka, but fancy. Pastries were everywhere and they all looked delectable.
"Your lucky it's your birthday, sugar. I'll pay for half"
You scoffed with a smile as you rolled your eyes. Of course he'll only pay for half. You both got whatever you wanted. He might as well bought half the store. And to top it off you got a cake of your favorite flavor and went back to eat in the comfort of your shared apartment
You both just ate together while watching a movie or show. When he brought out the cake with a candle on top. You saw he used his finger to lick some of the frosting off the side of the cake. You ignored it while he sang happy birthday to you in a fast pace with a big smile. When he finished the song, he took a bite out of the cake
"hey!" You took the cake out of his hands and began to tackle Ranpo. He only had a smile on his face with frosting on his lips, his laughter being muffled. "I was making sure it hasn't gone bad or poisoned!" he said while being tackled
You began to laugh "your just making up excuses!" He then pecks your lips, leaving frosting on them "taste it! It tastes amazing"
You got off him as you tasted the frosting. It was the right amount of sweet and perfect taste of your favorite flavor of frosting. " It is good" you said in awe. He just smiled at you.
He put a finger to your lips and said "But before we eat the cake-"
"Too late-"
"I got something for you!" He said to cut off your sentence.He went to a closet to get the gift. When you saw the, shockingly, perfectly wrapped present you got excited. You opened it and it was something you've been wanting for so long. He is the world's greatest detective, so of course if anybody was going to give you the best gift, it's gonna be your boyfriend. You had the biggest smile on your face as you hugged him. You thanked him and gave him a kiss.
You both ate the cake together while watching the movie, sometimes talking to each other over the movie because of Ranpo's random commentary.You also ordered some food to eat after the desserts. After the food was finished,
Ranpo spoke "that was so good..but I'm still hungry"
"We have plenty of food, Ranpo" you responded.
You were surprised that he was still hungry after eating so much "I'm only hungry for you, silly" he got closer to your face with a smirk
You knew what he meant and blushed "consider it a birthday gift!" He said
You rolled your eyes again. You know he loves eating you out so it's not like anything really special "Righttt, well I wouldn't mind " you smiled
He immediately got in between your legs and began to pull down your pants. He sighs in satisfaction as he kisses your thighs "so soft.." he mumbles against your skin
He put your thighs on his shoulders to get better access to your cunt. You started to get turned on by the sight. Ranpo finally began to lick your pussy, immediately whimpering against your clit and sending vibrations. You legs already began to quiver from the pleasure
"so sweet~" he whimpers
His pace became vulgar and impatient. His tongue moving fast and skillfully to get more of a taste from you. His tongue went to your clit to suck on it gently and flick it. You pulled on his hair gently which only made his moans louder. You moaned from the amazing sensation only turning him on even more. His grip on your thighs became tighter and so did his pants. While eating you out, he louder his pants to stroke his hard cock. He moaned even louder
His whimpers and the state he was in turned you on so much. You felt your release "R-Ranpo~ ah~ I'm gonna~"
His tongue only went faster. He needed you to cum on his tongue. His hand stroked himself faster and his whimpers became louder. Your moans were also loud but the pleasure was too much to handle. You moaned his name before cumming on him. He was so turned on that he came with you too. He moaned loudly against your clit only adding more pleasure to you.
You both panted heavily and twitched. He pulled away from your cunt as he looked at you smiling "tasty as always~" he teases "What do you say if we take this to the bedroom? It is your birthday after all, sugar"
💜FYODOR💜
You didn't wake up to Fyodor next to you. You walked around your shared house to look for him, but couldn't find him. You just decided to make breakfast for yourself when suddenly you felt a kiss on you cheek
"happy birthday, lyubov" his tone was calm as he gave you a small smile
You turned around to give him a hug and kiss him on the lips with a huge smile "thank you, Fedya"
Lucky for you, he cleared his schedule for today just for you. He took you to any store you wanted and got you whatever you wanted. He even dressed in something different which was a white button up shirt and black pants, mostly to not be recognized by the public.
It didn't matter if it was expensive or a priceless, whatever you wanted he got it for you. You both just enjoyed eachothers company for the whole day. Finally for dinner he took you to one of the most fanciest restaurants you have ever been to.
It was extremely exquisite. The ceiling was detailed and painted like a Renaissance painting. Chandeliers so expensive that you'd have to sell your heart to get and it still wouldn't be enough. A fountain was in the middle of the restaurant and even fake cherry blossoms were set out as decorations around the area. The walls were outlined by painted gold. It was definitely something But of course no view could beat seeing your boyfriend in a suit.
He wore a black tux with black pants. He wore a grey button up shirt and put a black vest over it and to top it off with a black tie. Why doesn't he ever dress this good normally? Because the world wouldn't be ready for it.And of course you were wearing a beautiful dress of your favorite color. You hair and makeup done. Freshly painted nails. And new jewelry you just got earlier that day.
You both looked more than just a million bucks When you both got to the place, you wrapped your hands around his shoulder and smiled at him "The greatest gift is finally seeing you in a tux"
He tilts his head slightly "You don't like how I dress? You wound me" he put a hand over his chest in a slightly dramatic way
You rolled your eyes "I mean you've been wearing the same thing since I met you how could i-"
"Excuse me, We have a reservation" you sentence was cut off when Fyodor went to the front to get a table for you two.
You scoffed as Fyodor chuckles at you teasingly. A waiter led you two to a table for two. It was literally a candle light dinner. Even though the food and wine was expensive it was extremely delicious. You both just talked the whole night and making the other smile, just happy to be in the others presence and happy to be with your boyfriend, especially since he usually is always busy but made time for you today.
Lastly he got you desert and paid for everything in the end.You both got home and just started taking off your shoes. He kisses your hand "I hope you enjoyed yourself, my love"
You smiled while blushing "Of course I did, this is better than I could've ever asked for, but there is one more thing I want"
He hums out in curiosity as you smirk. You take his hand and sat him on the couch to straddle him. You both smiled at eachother as you begin to kiss his neck, slowly unbuttoning his clothes.
"Shouldn't I be the one taking care of you on your special day?" He asks
"But shouldn't I do whatever I want since it's my birthday?" You asked while taking his tie off
He looked at you for a few seconds before smirking, he was quite intrigued "Do as you wish, lyubov"
In a couple minutes, your clothes and his were on the ground. You were jumping on Fyodor's cock. His hands were on your hips and yours were on his shoulders. You both moaned from pleasure. His neck was covered in hickeys and his shoulders had red scratch marks. It honestly turned him on that you were marking him as yours.
"How does it feel, Fedya~?" You moaned
"Mmn~ not bad at all~" he smiles slightly while his head falls back
You smirk "You look so cute like this, Fedya~ ah~" you begin to kiss his neck again
"I can say the same about you ngh~" he liked seeing your hips move desperately just the ride him
"Mmn~ Just sit there and take it, love~" you kiss his cheek
"Don't get too confident, Myshka" he smirks
Your pace became faster and rougher. He let out a muffled grunt as he grips your hips. He felt his release approach the more he felt his cock being rubbed by your wet, tight cunt You clenched a fist around his hair to turn him on more
"Your moans are so beautiful, Fyodor~ Your twitching so much~!"
He couldn't even respond. He was too focused on the pleasure to think of a response. Feeling how much he throbbed inside you and becoming slightly bigger, you knew he was about to cum"Ah~! Cum as much as you want inside, Fyodor~ I love it when you do~"
After those words, he slammed your hips onto his to shoot his cum inside you. He grunted as he came and you moaned loudly while cumming with him. Both of you were in ecstacy from the orgasm and trying to catch your breaths.
While panting, you hugged Fyodor "Thank you for the best gift, Fedya~" you kissed his lips
He chuckled softly "Happy birthday, moya lyubov"
💙ATSUSHI💙
You woke up and immediately smelled something amazing. You were about to get up to find out what the smell was until Atsushi came in with breakfast on a small table
He looked at you slightly with wide eyes at first, he thought you were still asleep, but he immediately gave you a bright smile "Happy birthday, y/n! I've made breakfast for you"
You smiled widely as he brought the breakfast to you on bed. The food was on a small breakfast table to eat while in bed. He made you your favorite breakfast food "thank you so much, love" you wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you to kiss him.
"Of course! It's your day after all, so it's no problem" he smiles at you
He asked you if you'd like to have a picnic with him later in the day. You thought it was a cute idea so you agreed. After you finished eating, you both walked around stores. He got you a couple of things you wanted, nothing too expensive because he doesn't have that much money, but he splurged a bit just for you.
After a bit of shopping you eventually got hungry again and he took you to the place to have the picnic at. It was a very beautiful park. The park has a pond where koi fish were. The grass was green and bright. The day wasn't too hot or too cold, it was just perfect. The trees were big and beautiful, so you decided to have you picnic next to a tree and the pond. He brought you your favorite food, drink, and dessert for the picnic.
Lastly, he got you a small cake for your birthday and got you some candles to make a wish. You both ate while talking for a long time and feeding the koi fish. Everything he said always brought a smile to your face and you'd always manage to make him laugh and his heart swoon.
After eating at the picnic, You both decided to go to the ferris wheel. You both went during the sunset to get a beautiful view of the city when on the top of the wheel. You both held hands the whole time while admiring the city and enjoying the ride. He kissed your cheek when you got to the top of the wheel, but you kissed his lips. The rest of the time on the ride you talked while watching the view.
When the ride was over, it was basically dark outside. He knew it might've been late, but he got you a small bouquet of flowers for you. He just wants you to have an amazing birthday. You kissed him and smiled from the small, but thoughtful gift
You both walked home to your shared apartment. When you got back, you both just watched your favorite movie together while cuddling on the couch. While watching the movie you wanted to thank Atsushi for everything he's done for you today
"Thank you so much for today, love. It's a birthday I'll cherish forever" you said while looking at him with happiness
He looked at you while blushing "of course, y/n. You don't even have a to thank me. I just wanted to make sure you feel loved today"
You smile even more "well I appreciate everything you do and I do feel very loved"
He felt his heart beat fast. Hes happy that he's being appreciated and that he's made you happy. He blushed even more. You thought that after everything he has done for you today that you should return the favor.
You kissed his cheek "let me thank you in a special way~"
you began to kiss his neck to let him know what you meant. If it was even possible he blushed even more "i- you don't have to if you don't want to, love" he stammered
"I would love to if your ok with it of course"
"O-of course I wouldn't mind if it's you" he was slightly embarrassed
You both looked into eachothers eyes and slowly leaned into each other's lips. The kiss was slow and passionate. Your hand slowly palmed his clothed cock which made him moan softly into the kiss.Your hand went into his pants to stroke his bare dick. He gasps quietly from the sudden sensation.
"S-shouldn't I be the one treating you?" He stutters
"There's nothing more I love than me pleasuring you so I don't mind~" you kissed him again
Your hand began to unzip his pants to free his hard cock. You kissed his neck while starting to get on your knees and in between his legs. He was flustered, but of course he wasn't complaining. He always loved how your mouth feels. If this it was what you want to do then he'll let you do whatever you want.
You kissed the tip of his cock and began to lick it. He was already throbbing and whimpering quietly. You then suddenly invited his cock into you warm, wet mouth. He moaned while gripping onto the couch cushions. You sucked his dick at a good pace
His legs twitched from the amazing pleasure. You really did know all his weak spots. You moaned quietly against his wet dick, sending vibrations to his throbbing cock."It feels so- ngh~! Good~" he whimpers while his head fell back
Your pace became faster and he was getting close to his orgasm. He moaned louder. His cock throbbed against your tongue. His moans turned you on so much you started to get wet.
"I-im- oh god~ I'm cumming~" he moans while thrusting his hips slightly into your mouth
A couple more seconds of sucking his dick with your tongue wrapped around him, He came into your mouth with a satisfied, loud whimper. His cock throbbed aggressively in your mouth as he filled more of your mouth with his cum
You swallowed every bit of it and popped his cock out of your mouth. He was breathing heavily, trying to calm down from his climax. He held your chin to make you look at him. In a breathy voice he said "now it's my turn to return the favor"
🧡CHUUYA🧡
Your a lucky son of a bitch. He told you a couple days before that he was going to take you to a city you've always wanted to go to. You were so excited and happy. When he told you, you hugged him tightly and thanked him over and over again. He convinced mori to give him a couple days off just to celebrate your birthday. With him, it was like you were celebrating your birthday for a whole week.
He booked presidential suites at hotels, he bought whatever you wanted, took you to the most delicious and expensive restaurants and took you to any place you wanted to go.You felt like royalty and that was his intentions. He didn't mind spending a couple thousand dollars just for you birthday. This was his way of showing how much you mean to him.
On the day before you were both going to leave the city. You both woke up to breakfast ready for you (Just remember your at a presidential suite)
The employees made you one of your favorite breakfasts and drinks. Before you ate, he kisses your cheek and puts a hand around your waist "good morning, doll. Is there anything you'd like to do today?" He said in his morning voice
You put your head on his shoulder and kissed his cheek "I'm fine with anything that includes us being together" you responded
He chuckles softly "of course we'd be together, love. Do you just want to go to stores and eat some place?"
You agreed to that and then finally ate your breakfast. After getting ready, you both went to stores you have yet to go to. He bought you whatever you wanted. If it was jewelry, books, clothes, collectables, or accessories, he will get it for you.He really spoiled the hell out of you this week.
After shopping he took you to another fancy restaurant, even getting a private room just so you wouldn't be bothered by the public. The restaurant was gorgeous. It had a perfect view of the city. The whole place had fine details, but your private room was breath taking.It was a dome shaped ceiling that was painted as vintage porcelain tea sets. And a huge golden chandelier in the middle that compliments the painted ceiling. The walls weren't even walls, they were windows that showed the view of the city. Words couldn't even begin to describe the restaurant.
The food was just as amazing as the room. If it wasn't so God damn expensive, you'd come there everyday if you could. While eating, you and Chuuya talked about whatever comes to mind. You could tell him anything and he feels the same. Your were both just that close.
After dinner, you both walked around a part of the city you haven't explored yet. Being in a city you always wanted to go to and being with Chuuya was the best thing you could've ever asked for. You both found a bench to sit and admire the view just one last time before you guys go back to Yokohama. After a long day, you were finally back at the hotel in the comfort of the bed.
You went to go take a shower after another long day and before you knew it, Chuuya joined you in the shower
He hugged you from behind and kissed your neck and shoulders "I hope this week was everything you deserve and ever wanted" he says
You laugh "are you kidding? It was more than I could've ever asked for, Chuuya"
He smiles against your neck "that was the point, dear"
You turned around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck "thank you, Chuuya. I mean it" you smile as you kiss his lips
"Anything for you, y/n" he responds before kissing your lips again.The kiss started to get heated. His hands were on your waist while he groaned into the kiss. The kiss was passionate and making you two horny. He suddenly picks you up. Your legs wrapped around his body. He used his ability to hold him steady so he won't slip.
"The night is still young, doll. What do ya say we have some fun?" He says while smirking at you
You smirk back at him "I would like that"
He kissed your lips again. His cock already became hard and he rubbed it against your clit "someone's been waiting all day~" you teased
"What can I say? you drive me mad, doll" he responds
He kisses you again. His cock rubbing faster against you clit. You both moaned quietly into the kiss. He couldn't hold back anymore and he aligned his cock to your entrance, pushing it inside you slowly. You both moaned from the sweet sensation and twitched.His pace was quick. You moan loudly from the sudden wave of pleasure that flowed through out your body. His cock couldn't get enough of how your walls rubbed him.
His moans were shaky and breathy. His grip on your thighs were tight. He pulled away from your lips to leave hickeys on your neck"Fuck, doll~ ngh~ why do you feel so amazing~ I cant get enough of you- ah~!" He whimpers against your neck
"I can say the same- mmn~ I'm so addicted to you, Chuuya~ please, go faster~" you moaned
He loved whenever you moaned his name or praised him. His cock throbbed inside you as his pace became rougher and faster. You both moaned loud from the ecstacy. You are the only one whole could make him so weak in the knees. He couldn't hold much longer from your tight walls and he felt his release
"Fuck~! I'm going to cum, doll~" he moans loudly
His cock kept hitting your womb, making you also fine your climax "don't stop~ ah~! I'm cumming too~"
With a couple more thrusts, he shot his huge load inside you with a loud groan. You came with him while moaning his name. You both hugged each other tightly from the orgasm. You were both breathing heavily, but he smiles and kisses your lips. You smiled into the kiss as well He then puts his forehead against yours and says with a smile "Happy birthday, my love"
💛SIGMA💛
You woke up with Sigma's arms wrapped around you. You smiled softly and slightly started to move. He woke up to hold you tighter and closer. "Happy birthday, dearest" he said in a sleepy voice
He kisses the top of you head. You chuckle softly and hold him back "thank you" you said in your sleepy voice
He sighed deeply before he slowly got out of bed "we should go get breakfast, love. We can go anywhere you'd like to go"
"Really? " You smiled brightly
"Of course, it's your birthday. So we can go anywhere you'd like all day" So then you both went to go get breakfast to anyplace you want to go to and he paid. Then after he took you to stores you'd want to go to a got whatever you wanted. He does own a casino so he's got some coin.
Later on you both went to get some lunch anywhere you wanted to go. If you wanted to go to a fancy place he'd get the most gorgeous and delicious place. He told you he had a surprise for you after lunch. You were excited when he told you.
After lunch he took you to a huge lake. It was glorious. The water was actually clear. The color of the water was bluish mixed with green. The sun light made it glistening. Fish were seen in the water. The trees were tall and the leaves would fall on top of the lake.It was breathtaking.
He then showed you a small little boat "I hope you don't mind going to the surprise on a boat ride " he told you
You didn't mind obviously. It was actually really romantic and sweet. You felt like Ariel from the little mermaid. On the boat ride you admired to view and talked with Sigma. You always made each other fill whole. It was so easy talking to him and he felt the same towards you
The sun was going down and he finally set the boat on land. You both walked up a hill and out a blanket down. He told you to lay down on your back which he did the same after you. When you looked up at the sky, it was filled with stars. It was astonishing "This was the surprise I wanted to show you. I hope you like it" he tells you
You smiled and hugged his arm "it's beautiful. I love it" you put your cheek against his shoulder
He smiles and blushed. He's Glad that you enjoyed the view and loved the surprise. He kissed the top of your head and put the arm that you were hugging around your shoulder. You both just star gazed into the sky while having some deep conversations. It was an amazing day
He took you back home after a long day. You were both exhausted, but as you got back home you hugged him from behind "thank you so much, love" you said with a gentle smile
He blushed "there's no need to thank me, dear. It's the least I can do. I'm glad you had a fun day"
Ugh he's too precious. He turned around to face you and peck your lips. He pulled away, but you brought him back to your lips to have a longer kiss. He kisses back, obviously, and places his hands on your waist. The kiss escalated and became heated. You wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him close.
Your bodies slowly moved towards the bedroom and to the bed.Your body was on top of him and began to kiss his neck. His heart beat was racing "let me take care of you today, dearest"
He tried sitting up, but you pushed him down on his back again " there's nothing more I'd like than to hear you moan, darling" you said just to embarrass him
He blushed and looked away "i-if that's what y-you want, dear"You smirked as you unzipped his pants. His cock was already hard and ready to cum. You stroked his dick at a good speed while kissing his neck, leaving small hickeys.
He was moaning softly. His eyes were closed. You kissed his lips again and stroked him faster. His moans were muffled by the kiss but they were still louder than before. Precum was drenching his cock and it made it easier for your hand to move.
You pulled away from his lips and made your way to his cock. You made eye contact with Sigma as you kissed and licked his pretty cock. He twitched from your warm tongue against his tip.You then began to suck his dick. He moaned and whimpered from the amazing euphoric pleasure. Your tongue was wrapped around him. He honestly thinks he's addicted to how your mouth feels.
His whimpers turned you on so much and made your pussy ache for a cock
"Ah~! It feels so good~ mmn~ don't stop~!" He moans
His words encouraged you to deep throat him. This made his legs tremble. He whimpered louder while clenching on the bed sheets. His back was slightly arched. You felt too good that he already found his release "Fuck~! I'm close~ ngh~ I'm so close~" he whimpers loudly
You kept deep throating him which eventually made him cum inside your mouth. The whimper he let out as he came almost made you cum. You drank all of his cum. You felt his cock throb roughly on your tongue.
His chest was rising up and down quickly. His grip on the bed sheets was slowly becoming relaxed.You pulled him out of your mouth which made him sigh in satisfaction "your.. too good,dear "
You chuckle softly "that's good to know.. I hope you don't mind if we do the real thing now, love. Your whimpers were so beautiful~"
His cheeks were bright red "i- W-well.. I wouldn't mind at all, love"
⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ MDNI. really needed a fun lil drabble to break up my writer's block and this was perfect. silly but super fun to write. lemme know whatcha think. luv u ♡ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Chuuya definitely gives you aftercare, it's just not always the most well thought out when he’s gotten back from a long night at work. He doesn't remember to have dinner ready or pajamas laid out, but he still holds you as you collapse onto his chest. Laughs with you while the two of you place the 4th doordash order of the week to his apartment since you're both too spent to even think about cooking. He runs light fingers through your hair and kisses your forehead, teasing you for how hard you came while also reminding you of how fuckin' gorgeous you looked bent over for him. The thought of it alone promptly brings his lips back to yours, nearly earning you a round 2 before the food arrives.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
It takes Chuuya a long time to admit it, even if it's fairly obvious, but he's self-conscious about his body. About the way he thinks it should look versus the way it actually does. He’s always praising you. Always so good about making you love parts of yourself that you didn't know you could, though he rarely gives himself the same respect. Your thighs get a lot of his attention. He touches them constantly without meaning to. His hand resting on them while he drives. His fingers mindlessly gliding across them while you watch TV before bed. His face buried between them any chance he gets. He loves 'em. You decide to challenge him one day after a shower, using his own words against him: "Chuuya, tell me one thing you love about yourself -" you shoot him a pointed look, not giving him the chance to deflect with his usual sarcasm, "and be serious. You have to mean it."
He stares at himself in the mirror for a moment, apprehensively looking over his reflection before he lets out a sharp exhale. "Fine. My eyes."
"What about them?" You press.
"They're... nice."
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
One of Chuuya's favorite highs in life is being pussy-drunk. Being so completely enamored by your taste and scent that he can't physically think of anything else besides you. He loves the feeling of your cum dripping down his chin. The insanely beautiful fucked-out noises you make for him when you sit on his face and nearly drown him in your release. He gets a sick satisfaction in showing up to work, knowing that there are still remnants of the morning head he gave you clinging to the collar of his shirt. You're his girl and he takes making you cum very seriously.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Chuuya is a dominant people pleaser, which is a dangerous combination to begin with, but especially when it starts blending into his finances. Being a Port Mafia executive, he has more money than he knows what to do with and he fucking loves buying you stuff. Taking you on shopping trips and watching you fill bag after bag with frivolous, designer outfits that you’d never buy for yourself otherwise. Swiping his debit card for purses and necklaces and shoes that total out to nearly $10,000. There's something almost addicting about it, he revels in your reactions. The way you look so awestruck every time he drops a fat stack of cash on you, but also how good it makes him feel being able to spoil you as much as he does.
Alexa, what does “findom” mean?
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Chuuya’s experienced, but a lot of his past hookups were one nightstands or meaningless flings. Drunken mishaps that held little to no weight in his mind. You've both learned a lot from each other by being comfortable enough to explore things you wouldn't have with previous partners. Communication is so strong with him. He always wants to know what you like and if there’s anything you want to try but haven’t yet. He wants to know everything about your body - wants it to only respond to him. He'd had sex in the past, but he realized that he'd never really properly fucked someone until he met you.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
As much as Chuuya loves bending you over, he’s such a slut for you being on top. Holding your hips to help guide you and thrusting up into you when you’re not expecting it, going as deep as he can while you sink back onto him with a pretty glazed over expression. The way your eyes widen every time he does it. The duality of being in control while also letting you use him. The view of your tits bouncing so perfectly for him while the sound of your ass smacking against his thighs echoes across the room. He loves watching you struggle to take the whole thing. You're usually holding onto him for support, hands clasped around his neck, your stare locked intently with his while your cunt throbs around him. The pouty fucking look that takes over your face when he plunges into you. You become a whimpering mess, trying to tell him how close you are with broken words as if he can’t feel your walls clenching around him. "Chuuya - 'm, I'm gonna -"
"I know baby, keep going. Keep fuckin’ going. Doin’ so good f’me.”
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Chuuya's form of flirting is witty banter. Sarcastic comments that the two of you volley back and forth between each other. He's generally more serious in the moment, but he will literally never pass up the chance to whisper a snarky little nothing in your ear to get you flustered, especially in public. He loves making you blush. Loves knowing that he's capable of getting you so worked up without even touching you. Loves seeing you squirm and swat him away with a feeble, "Chuuya! Not here!"
H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Chuuya never really understood the question, "does the carpet match the drapes?" and why it was such a hot topic when it came to redheads. It was wildly irritating growing up and getting asked that so often by his asshole friends. Of course they matched. Why wouldn't they?
As an adult, Chuuya fully embraces this though. He takes pride in making sure he's well-groomed. If it were up to him, your lips would always be wrapped around his cock, so he makes sure to keep things as trimmed and polished as he can for you.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Chuuya is the consent king, always making sure that you're just as into what's going on as he is. He finds subtle ways to check in on you while staying in the moment. "Tell me, baby. Tell me how it feels." He likes to make sure you're present, that you're not thinking about anything else besides the way he feels inside you. He would do anything to make you feel good. Anything. What he can't aways say with his words, he shows through his actions. He lets you know he loves you by stretching and filling you until you can’t see straight. He may act like he’s the one calling the shots, but you'll always cum before he does. He makes damn sure of it.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
His work schedule is demanding and doesn't always grant him the amount of time he'd like to have with you, so when he's stuck in his office after hours, Chuuya can't fucking help himself. The urge has been there all. day. and he's certain he'll die if he doesn't take care of it right now. He reaches into his coat pocket, dialing your number while he unzips pants and removes his glove with his teeth. His cellphone is wedged between his shoulder and his cheek when your voice finally spills out of the receiver. Before you can even ask how his night's going, you hear it. That desperate, heady tone that he only gets when he hasn't seen you in a few days. "Baby..." he groans, stroking himself upppp and dowwnn. He closes his eyes, imagining what you must look like lying in his bed. "I need you so fuckin' bad right now."
"Yeah?" You tease, quietly slipping two fingers under the hem of your panties. "How bad?"
It was only a matter of minutes before he was cleaning off his desk from the mess you'd helped him make.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Chuuya is the softest dom. As much as he likes to be in control, he folds so easily when it comes to you. Even when he’s “punishing” you, he’s doing it with things he knows you like. He loves putting collars on you or wrapping his belt around your neck and pulling at both ends until your pretty little pupils blossom into hearts while you struggle to moan out his name. Hearing you beg does something deranged to him that he can't quite put into words. He stays in control for as long as he can, but you always have the upperhand with how bad he wants to taste you. With how bad he wants to be buried inside of you. He'll tease and nip at you and try to drag it out for as long as he can, but at the end of the day, he's just as addicted to you as you are to him.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Chuuya will fuck you anywhere and when he says anywhere, he means it. His favorite guilty pleasure though is definitely bringing you into Port Mafia. Making everyone well-aware of your presence as he walks around with you on his arm like you're the shiniest, most expensive accessory he owns. Shoving all of his paperwork off of his desk and bending you over, pinning your hands behind your back and pressing your face against the handcrafted Mahogany. Hiking up your skirt and ramming himself into you, knowing damn well everyone can hear you crying out his name as you cum. His two favorite pastimes: pissing off Mori and fucking you.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Chuuya secretly loves the attention you get when the two of you go out, even if it drives him a bit crazy at times. He can't deny the way his cock twitches when he notices the bartender size you up and then immediately avert his eyes when he feels Chuuya's stare on him. Chuuya knows you're gorgeous, it's an absolute fact for him, but to see the other people reel in how pretty you are too fills him with a feral sense of pride. He would fuck you in front of the entire world if he could just to show them what they'll never have.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
There are very few things that Chuuya wouldn't do for you, but the one request he would struggle with if asked would be sharing. Even if it was a casual threesome with no strings attached, he’s a Taurus Sun, Scorpio moon - the man does not share and the thought of having to watch someone else touch you would most definitely send him into a murderous tailspin.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Chuuya loves both giving and receiving, for sure. But there's something about the way you taste that almost makes his brain short-circuit. He thinks about it while he's at work. Thinks about it while he's on missions. Thinks about it while he fucks himself when you're not around. He often finds himself daydreaming about his tongue swirling around your clit and the adorable, pitiful, fucked-out noises you make so easily for him. The way you whine and writhe against him. How he can always tell when you're close by the way your words start to break up. That cute little incoherent babble you let out as he plunges an extra finger into you and your eyes roll into the back of your head. He’s pretty sure that if he had to choose his own death, it would be drowning between your thighs.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Pacing all depends on the mood and setting for Chuuya.
It's 1 am and you guys just stumbled back home from the bar? You're wearing the shortest black slip dress he's ever seen in his life, and he's had to restrain himself all night from not dragging you into the club bathroom and having his way with you? He's fucking you into oblivion the second you step inside his apartment. Hands tangling into your hair as he pins you against the wall of the entry way, pulling you up so that your legs are wrapped around his waist. It's going to be fast, rough, deep. You'll both wake up with bruises and love bites and well-deserved hangovers.
But - it's 1 pm on a rainy Tuesday and you guys just got back home from the bookstore? You're wearing an oversized cardigan with a comfy pair of shorts, and he's been quietly admiring you all day, watching you dig through countless bookshelves until you finally found the one you wanted? He's fucking you so thoroughly. Taking his time as he helps you out of your sweater, smiling at your body with each layer of clothing that get tossed to the floor. He's kissing the crook of your neck, telling you how beautiful you are. He's fucking you with slow, sensual, affection. You'll end up drifting off to the sound of the thunderstorm afterward, the two of you wrapped up under a blanket on the couch while the rain taps against the window next to you.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Chuuya's a giver who loves a challenge so quickies are right up his alley, really. You'll stop by the apartment on your lunch break, warning him that you only have 15 minutes, but he’ll only roll his eyes in response before telling you to hop up on the counter. He locks in immediately, his concentration fully on you as he spreads you apart. Two fingers holding you open so that his tongue has complete access to your clit, the warmth of his mouth and the pressure of his strokes making your legs shake around his head already and he's just gotten started. He's precise. Calculated. Unrelenting. Even if he's only competing against the clock, he's still never lost.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
As long as you're into it, so is Chuuya. He's very open when it comes to sex, especially when it comes to talking about it with you. You had a wet dream about him fucking you against the window in the sunroom so that the neighbors could see it? Lift that skirt up, angel, let's go give them a show. You read a book where the male lead lightly ran a blade across the main character’s throat while teasing her and you think you want to try it? His knife is already out of his pocket, his hand cradling your jawline. “Tell me how bad you want it, baby.” as he slices through the thin straps of your tank top, smirking at how hard your nipples are while it slips down to your waist. There a very few things he wouldn't be willing to at least try with you.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Chuuya can generally go a solid 2 rounds before he's completely spent, but if he's drunk, this number could be multiplied depending on his drink of choice that night. Chuuya's stamina is solid. He lasts awhile, but his entire objective while fucking is to make sure you're getting off. He's very in tune and aware of your body and tries to go with the flow of where you're at. If you can handle an hour or two, he'll gladly give it to you. He has no problem playing the long game, but if you're sleepy and only need twenty minutes to get there, he'll make sure he cums with you in that time. A truly adaptable king ˚₊‧ʚ♡ɞ‧₊˚
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
There's an armoire in Chuuya's bedroom that houses all of the obscenely expensive vibrators you'd asked him to buy you, not realizing he actually would at the time. He likes to keep them hidden for the most part - out of sight, out of mind. He'll be in the middle of fucking you. Stretching you out while your nails dig into his back. He'll feel your walls start to spasm around him. He'll watch your eyes flutter back. He'll feel how tight and snug your cunt is squeezing him. He'll know you're right there and that's when he'll pull out your favorite wand. Always when you're least expecting it. When you're already so cock-drunk and lost that you don't think you could possibly take anything more, he'll run it along your clit. Your body practically convulsing at the overstimulation. "Chuuya - ohmygod... I... I - can't. I can’t, I can’t -"
"Look at me. You can take it, baby. I know you can. Gimme one more, okay? Just like that. There you go. Fuuuck, baby. Just - like... that."
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
The amount of sheer pleasure Chuuya derives from making you beg for him should be illegal. He’s constantly teasing you. Constantly trying to coax out desperate little cries from you. You're splayed out beneath him, legs spread beautifully, your cunt nearly dripping onto his sheets and he's still ghosting your lips with his. Wearing the most infuriating grin as he continues to rattle off depraved things like, "Baby, I wish I could, y'know? I really wanna give it to you, but I just don't believe that you want it." all while he's stroking himself just inches above you, making you watch the whole thing in agony but still not letting you touch him yet. "C'mon princess, show me how bad you want it. Let me see how you play with that pussy when I'm not here. Make me fuckin’ believe it.”
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Chuuya will groan and talk during sex, but he's not necessarily loud. He's way more concerned with the noises you're making anyway. As mentioned, his bedroom love language is taunting. "No? You can't take it anymore? Ohh, your pussy's just so sensitive, huh? That's so sad. My poor sweet girl." before slapping your clit and smirking at you as you whine beneath him. "Oh, look at that. Seems like you can take it after all.” He'll groan against you whenever he goes down on you, reveling in how fucking wet you are for him.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Chuuya is secretly sentimental. He might not always admit it, but he doesn't just remember your anniversary - he remembers the outfit you were wearing the first time he met you and what the weather was like that day. He saves ticket stubs from your dates. Takes pictures of you when you're not looking just so he can keep the moment forever. He plans gifts for your birthday weeks in advance. Any time you list off a restaurant that you want to try or a vacation spot you want to visit one day, he secretly jots it down in his notes app. He listens to you, really listens to you when you talk and keeps every gift you give him, no matter how small or insignificant.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Chuuya is 5'3, (though he'll most definitely try to convince you that the measurements are off no matter how many times your scale reaches the the same conclusion). Slender. Nice arms and a slutty fucking waist. Hands, hands, hands. Usually covered by gloves but so fucking pretty and veiny when they're not. Speaking of veiny? Chuuya Nakahara is packing. Giiiiirth, babydoll, and a lot of it. Short men are ALWAYS stacked, you can't argue with science.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Chuuya's anger and sex drive mirror each other in the sense that they're both always on no matter what. Even when they're calmed down, even when they're not as noticeable - all it takes is one wrong (or right) move and he's right there, fully up and ready to go. You touch his leg under the table during dinner one night and he immediately finds an excuse to dismiss the two of you for a few minutes, dragging you to a secluded corner of the bar where he pins you against the wall. His leg wedged between yours, leaving urgent kisses along your collarbone as he creates friction against your clit. “This what you want? For me to fuck you right here?” You try to keep your resolve but it’s hard for him to take you seriously when your objections are all coming out in the form of moans. “My needy fuckin’ girl.”
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He'll lay with you and talk about your day, but Chuuya is struggling to keep his eyes open after he cums. The minute you nestle into his shoulder, and he feels the warmth of your skin against his, he's fighting for his life to stay awake. Poor baby is just so tired, especially after dealing with Port Mafia all week. He feels safe in your arms. The thought of coming home to you is what gets him through most days anyway so once he's finally actually tangled up in you, he can't help but drift off into the comfort of your scent and the sound of your heartbeat.
♡༊·˚ mdni. ((dedicating this to my pretty gf @bratbby333 since she's the dazai to my chuuya and some of these situations were in inspired by our unhinged 5 hour long facetimes calls, *cough cough* "blood-chilling" *cough cough* ♡)) this was honestly so much fun to write. dazai would be SUCH a diva in a relationship but he would also be so loving and protective ugh. lemme know whatcha think, luv u ♡༊·˚
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Dazai's almost always the first one out of bed after the fact. He already has a shower running for when he comes back into the room to hand you a towel and a glass of water. You tell him that your legs are too tired to walk all the way to the bathroom so he scoops you up into his arms. The two of you laugh as he carries you into the steam-filled room. He lets you get under the water first, squirting a generous amount of shampoo into his palm as he instructs you to turn around. "Suppose your hands are too tired to wash your hair, hm?" You bite back a smile, giving him a pitiful nod in response. "My poor girl." He hums. His long fingers massaging into your scalp feel like heaven. He leaves light kisses along your shoulder, running a washcloth over your body while whispering sweet little nothings like "How'd I get so lucky?" into your skin as he cleans you off. It's hard to believe this was the same man who was making you beg on your knees for him just twenty minutes ago.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Aside from his body's infuriating aversion to death, there aren't a whole lot of things that Dazai doesn't like about his appearance. Aesthetically speaking, he finds himself fairly attractive so it's hard to narrow down one thing he likes best. If he had to though, he'd probably go with his hands. He's always gotten compliments on them, but after seeing what strong reactions they're able to coax out of you so easily, he's realized they're one of his most valuable assets.
As cliche as it may be, your eyes are his favorite feature. He finds it adorable how they always tell him what he needs to know without you ever having to say a word. They tell him when you want more, when you want less, when you're about to hit your breaking point. They guide him in the right direction every single time.
Plus, they're just so fucking pretty to look at.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
The only thing more blissful to Dazai than hearing or seeing your orgasm is tasting it. His head is buried between your legs, his fingers pumping in and out of you deliriously as your thighs start to lock around him. You're spasming for him again, your voice breaking as you call out his name and your hips buck up towards him. "Dazai, I can't -" You whine. "'m so... sensitive -"
"C'mon baby, please." he groans, "Just one more f’me." his tongue swirls against you with fervor, his digits still greedily plummeting into you. "Lemme taste it, lemme feel it. You’re sooo close." His fingers curl at just the right angle, his tongue faithfully lapping against you as you finally fall apart for him. He moans at the sweetness that spills down his chin. "You taste like fucking ecstasy, you know that?"
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
It's not necessarily a secret because in his defense, if you were to bring it up or ask him about it, he'd tell you the truth. But Dazai can't help it that you've never inquired about his exes and he's certainly not going to offer up the fact that he knows every single person you've ever been with going all the way back to the boy you kissed on the playground when you were 4 years old. Or that he just so happens to know all of their current addresses and their moms’ maiden names and where they work and their social security numbers. I mean, does it even really matter anyway?? He just got a little curious, that’s all!!
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Dazai had been with his fair share of partners before meeting you. Sex wasn't something he was ever shy about. He did a lot of experimenting, especially when he was spending the majority of his time drinking. He's always felt comfortable in his body and never saw the big deal about sharing it with someone. It wasn't until the two of you started dating that he realized just how binding sex could be. That it could transcend well beyond the simplicity of skin against skin contact. Being inside of you was the closest thing he'd ever felt to a religious experience. It felt like coming home after a long day. No matter how many hookups he'd had in the past, there was nothing that could've prepared him for how good you'd feel.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He likes any position that allows him to see your face. His favorite is probably fucking you from the side though, both of you facing each other with his arm hooked under your thigh, letting him go as deep as he pleases. He gets lost in the way your pupils dilate when he plunges into you. The security of your arms wrapped around his neck as you whimper and wriggle against him. There's something so intimate about watching you come undone from this view. Feeling you drench him while he kisses you over and over. "Let it out, baby. I've got you. Doin' so good - fuck, baby you're doin' so good f'me."
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
As passionate as Dazai is when it comes to being inside of you, he's still able to find a level of a humor in just about anything. He's a Gemini, after all. If he's too serious for too long, he'll simply die. You're on top of him with your hands tangled into his for balance as you grind against him. Your hips are rocking back and forth at a pace that's making his breathing uneven. You feel proud, thinking his reaction is a sign of you doing a good job until you watch his head roll to the side, a stupid smile suddenly visible as he tries to bury his face into the pillow. You quickly realize it's not a moan that he's holding back, but a laugh.
Your movements come to an abrupt pause. "Dazai."
He tries his best to keep it together, but the scolding tone in your voice coupled with the stern look you're shooting him is only making it worse. “Wait, listen -" he tries to explain himself, but he's powerless to his own thoughts. A burst of suppressed laughter fills the room as he covers his face with his hands, still feeling the weight of your glare on him. "R - remember -" he struggles “Last week? When you were telling me about that book you were reading and...." he nearly snorts. "And you described it as -"
Your lips press into a flat line, your eyes glazing over as you realize what he’s getting at. You knew the second you messed up that phrase, you'd never hear the end of it. "Are you seriously still laughing about the fact that I said 'blood-chilling' instead of 'bone-chilling?'"
"BLOOD-CHILLING!" He repeats with the most obnoxious cackle, narrowly dodging the pillow you throw at him.
H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Dazai spends more time grooming himself than you do. Hours in front of the mirror looking at himself from every angle to make sure what he's done is up to his standards. He's subscribed to one of those manscaping services where they mail him out a surprise bundle each month of new products to try. When you go down on him one night, he asks "...Does it smell like teakwood?"
Your head pops up immediately, unsure if you even want to know what he's hinting at. "What?"
"Nothing... it's nothing."
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
In love, Dazai worships you. He has every inch of your frame memorized and knows exactly what each tiny movement and whimper mean. He's studied your body like it's his lifelong passion and he's learned how to make it respond so well for him. Your hips just barely buck up while he's on top of you and he smirks, his hair lightly brushing against your forehead. "You sure can handle the whole thing? Figured you'd still be sore after last night."
You shake your head back at him with the poutiest expression, your core aching for more. "I can take it." you insist, "I can -"
He challenges your sureness, giving you another inch only to see your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your hand gripping onto the sheet above you. He'd never deny you of anything you wanted, but especially not when you looked this gorgeous. He grabs your hand, tangling his fingers into yours before drawing back and burying himself into you.
"That's my girl." he groans, reeling in the way your walls so eagerly swallow him. Your breathing is erratic, your composure completely gone as you writhe and clench around him. He knows you're right there. You start to close your eyes, but he stops you, bringing his free hand under your chin to redirect your attention back to him. "Let me see it, angel. Show me." He slams into you again, giving you every inch of him this time. "Show much you love this."
And you do. You show him three times in 20 minutes how much you love it.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Dazai's the first to admit that he has a high libido and if the mood strikes, he's going to do something about it. He gets bored easily, so he has a variety of different mediums to get the job done - the 'hidden' folder on his phone that's filled with pictures and videos of you, romance mangas, fleshlights, audio porn, hentai. He's not afraid to experiment even when he's alone.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Dazai is a true switch and will really fall into either being dominant or submissive depending on the situation. There are nights he gets off work and starts throwing out demands like, "On the bed. Now. Legs apart f’me." as he strips out of his jacket and pushes you down further onto the mattress. But, the are other times where he's dying not to be in control anymore. Where he's had to make too many decisions and he revels in the way you take the reins. The way you climb on top of him and whisper "good boy" as he grows hard beneath you. The only thing he loves more than making you beg is begging for you.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Dazai has a bit of a thing for voyeurism and recklessness so when Kunikida hires a driver to pick the two of you up to take you to a dinner for the ADA, Dazai has no hesitation on hiking up your dress in the back of the limo. Peeking up every so often to see if the driver has even noticed the way your tits are pressed up against the window for passing cars to see as your vehicle speeds down the highway. You arch your back perfectly for him, giving him full control as he plunges into you. Your walls are so snug and gushy, he knows he won't last long. But you're enjoying this just as much as he is, playing with your clit as he grabs your hair and pulls you up to kiss him. "You like knowing that people can see me fucking you?" he whispers, biting down on your bottom lip. "Your cunt’s drippin’ alllll over me.”
"Fuck - yes.” You moan, feeling your legs beginning to shake as you let out a strained. “I’d let you fuck me anywhere.”
His smirk deepens, his thrusts becoming more frantic. "Don’t make promises you can’t keep, angel.”
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Dazai's pretty easy to wind up in general, but he definitely has a thing for asphyxiation. Perhaps it stems from the lingering effects of suicidal ideation, but the feeling of something cutting off his airways makes him feral. When you're on top of him and you reach for his throat, he nearly fucking melts. If he could choose any way to die, he'd request for it to be at the mercy of your loving fingertips digging into the side of his neck.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
There aren't many things that Dazai wouldn't do. Not just sexually, but in general. His curiosity almost always gets the better of him no matter the situation. The only time he's ever told you no was when you were being too hard on yourself. He walked in on you picking at your body in the mirror. Pulling your skin in different directions to see what you'd look like if your arms were thinner or what you'd look like if your nose leaned more to this way instead of that way. His heart sank. All of the post-work fantasies he had built up over the day disappeared the minute he saw how frustrated you were. "Hey," he whispered, coming up behind you and gently wrapping his arms around your waist as his chin rested on your shoulder. "Please stop being mean to my girlfriend. She doesn't deserve that."
You tried to brush it off as a joke, leaning up to kiss him while he held you, but he pulled back.
"I'm serious." he ran light fingers over your stomach, his eyes locked with yours in the reflection of the mirror. "We're not doing anything until I hear you say at least five things you like about yourself."
He could see past almost any crime or murder, but he drew the line at you degrading yourself.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Dazai's all about both, but if he's being completely honest with himself, he loves the feeling of your mouth around his cock. How cute you look when you struggle to take the whole thing. The way your eyes widen when he thrusts into your throat. How thorough you are, turning the act of going down on him into a work of fucking art. Even though you’re the one submitting to him when you get on your knees, he still feels like he's at your grace. You feel so good, he'd do anything to keep your lips wrapped around him.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Just like anything else, pacing could go one way or the other. The thing about Dazai, is he wants to do whatever you want to do. Even when he's in more of a dom role, your pleasure is still his main focus. There's no such thing as wrong time or wrong place as far as he’s concerned.
If you wanted him to fuck you slow and sensually in the club bathroom, he would. He'd dim the lights, lock the door, lay his jacket down for you to sit on as he propped you up onto the sink and kissed you passionately.
If you wanted fast, rough, filthy sex by candlelight on a bed of roses, he would. He'd wrap his hand around your pretty little throat, mocking the way you're struggling to breathe as he bullied himself into you while you’re surrounded by romantic ambiance. Whatever you want, he does too.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
If there was a tornado approaching your house at a reasonable speed, Dazai would still find time to have a quickie with you. Especially if he thought it was the last thing he might ever do. He wants to feel you as much as he possibly can. The construct of time really means nothing to him. You have to log onto a work meeting in five minutes? "I can fit under the desk, baby :((( they won't even see me. Just spread your legs and keep a straight face, okay?" Your parents are on their way over? "They drive so slow anyway, angel and the door's locked. Promise we won't get caught." You're waiting for food to be delivered? "Bet I could make you cum twice before the doorbell even rings." Getting to spend five minutes in you is always better than spending five minutes out of you.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Dazai isn't just willing to take a risk, he's usually the one pushing for it. Any time your phone rings, his hands are suddenly roaming along your body, his fingers dipping into the softness of your underwear as he starts to kiss your neck. He knows you're on the phone with your boss, that makes it even better. He wants to see how long you can keep your composure while he torments you. Your eyes are like daggers when you look back at him, but your cunt betrays you entirely, grinding against him needily while he smirks. He picks up the pace, reeling in the subtle way your thighs shake. You're trying so hard to sound so professional and coherent, but your thoughts are everywhere. You're having to hit the 'mute' button every few seconds just to let out a whimper. Dazai nips at the nape of your neck, slamming into you with an extra finger this time causing you to nearly drop your phone.
"Ahh ~!" But there's no time to hit mute with how he's suddenly plunging into you. Your boss asks if you're okay and you have no choice but to hang up. "Dazai -" you try to keep your voice firm, but you can barely see straight the deeper he sinks into you. "What - the... fuck -" Each word is a moan, your hand grabbing desperately onto the collar of his shirt. "Dazai,"
"Somethin' wrong, baby?"
"Dazai, you can't -" But he already is. He already is so bad. "Dazai, please." You're not even sure what you're pleading for anymore - if it's for him to stop or continue. Your walls are squeezing him so tight, your heart slamming into your chest as more uncontrollable whines fill the room. "Dazaaiii ~" you whimper again, soaking his hand as his thumb brushes across your clit. "Ohmygod, fuck. You can't keep doing that."
"No promises." He smirks, carefully pulling out of you before bringing his fingers to his mouth. "It's not my fault you taste so good."
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
It all depends on the mood, Dazai's pretty versatile. Could he fuck you for hours? Yes. Has he? Many times. It's no secret that he loves watching you struggle to walk the next day after having your legs pinned against his shoulder. But he knows he can't do that every time. He generally tries to follow your lead and give your body what it wants - whether that's 20 minutes of gentle, deep, intimacy or an hour of a mating press followed by overstimulation. As long as you're getting off, so is he.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
His nightstand is filled with an assortment of silicone stimulants for the two of you. Cockrings and vibrators and bondage kits. Out of all of the subscription services he has, getting a bundle of mystery toys delivered to his house each month is by far his favorite. He always waits 'til you come over to open it. Pouring you both a glass of wine as you divvy them out and argue about decide on who gets to use what on who.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Osamu Dazai lives to tease you. As far as he's concerned, the only reason the sun rises each morning is so that he can find new and exciting ways to make you grovel for him.
He'll tie your hands together above your head, slowly unzipping his pants in front of you. Forcing you to watch as he strokes himself above you, groaning out lewd little nothings like, "Oh fuck, 'feels soo good." while he smirks at your pouty little face and the way you begin to squirm underneath him impatiently. “See how hard I am? God, just imagine what it'd feel like inside you." His hand pumping uppp and doownnnn tortuously out of reach. "Tell me baby, would you want me to go hard and fast or reeaall slow and deep?" He fucking moans while you writhe helplessly against the mattress, your neglected cunt throbbing.
"Dazai, please."
"Poor thing." He mocks, still jerking himself to the sight of you looking up at him with pleading eyes. "You can do better than that though, can’t you angel? C'mon, make me believe you.”
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
There's no denying that Dazai's loud. You make him feel so fucking good and he wants you to know. He'll have a fistful of your hair, groaning out your name while your tongue swirls around his tip. "Fuuuck.” He whimpers. "Oh - my… god."
Tiny hearts cloud his vision as he watches your throat fill with his length, the heavenly sounds of you gagging on him echoing across the room. Your eyes gloss over, spit pooling down your chin when you look back up at him, your tongue still pressed firmly against his base.
"S'fucking gorgeous when you suck my cock."
His praise only make you go faster, drawing out the prettiest whines from him. "Nnngh ~ don't stop, baby.” His grip tightens in your hair. "Don't. Fucking. Stop." His hips buck up with each syllable, his rhythm unrelenting as lecherous tears begin to spill down your cheeks. You keep going though, drowning in the noises he's making for you. "Right there, right there. 'm gonna - oh fuck. 'm -"
You feel him twitch inside your mouth before a flood of warmth suddenly coats your throat. "Swallow f'me, angel." his voice is so heady and delirious, it comes out as more of a beg than a command, "Fuck... Yeah. Just like that, mmm, god, just like that." You take it all in, not letting one drop go to waste. "You're sucha good girl, you know that? Sucha good fucking girl."
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Dazai gives the illusion that he's not jealous. That it doesn't bother him in the slightest when you go out with your friends or when you stay at the gym longer than you said you would. He does trust you - completely, actually. He knows you'd never do anything to jeopardize your relationship with him. It’s the outside world he doesn't trust. When you're driving home from work, he's watching you through the location sharing on your phone. He stares at the screen intently until he hears you pull into the driveway. When you’re at the bar, he knows the importance of girls’ time and he’d never spoil that. He simply wants to make sure no one is bothering you. He shows up, stealthily lingering in the background, watching his pretty girl laugh with her friends and dance with a drink in her hand the way she should. He loves seeing you have fun, he doesn’t want to take that away from you. He just follows behind your Uber to make sure the driver gets you to where you're going safely. He's seen too many tragedies between working for the PM and ADA, he can't take the risk of letting anything happen to you. So, he doesn't. There's absolutely nothing off limits to you. The entire world is yours. You just... might see a man in a suspicious looking jacket that bears an eerie resemblance to your boyfriend trailing behind you from time to time while you're out. It's only because he loves you.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Standing at a solid 5'11, Dazai's decently tall and slender - surprisingly muscular underneath all of those bandages. His waistline is so pretty and his hands? God, those long beautiful digits have brought you to your breaking point more than a few times. Besides excelling in dexterity, he's also packing. A perfect blend of length and girth that curves ever-so-slightly as if it was made for the sole purpose of hitting your g-spot.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Dazai would bend you over in in front of the Pope if you'd let him. He's unapologetically ready to go at any time. He can't help that you're just so gorgeous and that his eyes are always glued to the way your hips sway when you walk in front of him. He yearns for you constantly, even when you're not around. If he could have a 10-hour loop of you moaning his name that's what he'd use as white noise to fall asleep to each night. He can't help that his dick twitches at the thought of you. It's not his fault you're so pretty :((((
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Rest has never come easy for Dazai. He's tried every natural (and narcotic) sleep aide he could get his hands on. Put down multiple bottles of Pinot Grigio and still found himself up for days on end. Up until he met you, he didn't think it was possible for him to sleep for more than two hours at a time, but the first time you invited him over to your apartment changed everything.
The two of you had been talking for hours - laughing and debating and sharing secrets over a bottle of cherry whiskey. He could've stayed up long past sunrise with you but when he noticed how tired your eyes were getting, he offered to take you to bed instead. Both of you stripped down into lazy pajamas. You, in an oversized t-shirt with nothing underneath. Dazai, in his boxers. You looked so peaceful when your head hit the pillow, he was sure that you'd be out soon, but to his surprise, your body had other plans. Your lips were soft against his, your hands gently roamed along his body as you pulled him on top of you. You smiled at the way his hair tickled your forehead. The sun was just barely creeping through your curtains, grazing your face as he slid into you, highlighting the pleasure that had taken over your features. It was all so hazy and comfortable. Your room filled with heady mid-morning noises while his body thrusted generously into yours. There was something so intimate about it that it nearly brought you to tears. You felt full in every sense of the word.
When you were both good and spent, the two of you laid in the middle of your bed with your head nestled into his chest.
He played with your hair, watching you fall asleep in his arms. He'd never felt more human than he did in that moment. His eyes closed, his mind turning off for what felt like the first time in years as he drifted off with you.
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