Hello I'm Celia! I like books, anime, and music etc. This is a fanfic writing account. I'm genderfluid, pansexual,and polyamorous. I also have two lovely partners!
โณSYNOPSIS: You are now trapped within the confines of the kingdom, trying to actively plot against the Fae King who imprisoned you. However, conflicting feelings start to arise...
โณLABYRINTH AU
โณWarnings: SMUT! Handjob, nippleplay, overstimulation, technically dubious consent. Also slight spoilers for Book 7 (I reference it for lore) as well as some minor body horror.
โณPrevious Part
โณA/N: early birthday post! I finished this a bit earlier than I thought I would and was debating witholding it until my b-day (on the 8th yayyy), but I decided to be nice. Anyway, this might be my favorite chapter so far! hope y'all enjoy it
Eventually, the corridor came to its end and up a sloped tunnel, the dark stone turned into polished marble. [Name] recognized the courtyard they emerged into with the large apple tree and the iron-wrought table nearby.
Malleus watched his expression carefully, clear caution in his tone. โAn escort will be here soon.โ
[Name] chose not to respond, instead turning away from the tree. It was where he was betrayed after allโit was a sore spot.
โ...you won't infiltrate my dreams again, right?โ He asked after a heartbeat, crossing his arms and gripping his bicep. He wasn't sure if he could trust the answer that spilled from Malleusโs honeyed tongue, but it was worth asking.
โTo do that requires a heavy concentration of my magic, which costs me energy,โ Malleus spoke, his eyes flicking down to [Name] as he inclined his chin to the side. โIf I can avoid doing it, I will.โ
[Name] raised a brow. He didn't know Malleus had limits to his magicโhe knew barely anything about it regardlessโbut maybe this information could prove useful.
โApologies for the wait.โ A soft voice interrupted them, and the two turned to see a short, lavender haired boy. [Name] recognized him, as he remembered seeing him when he first came through the labyrinth. โI can take you to the manor now.โ
โThank you, Felmier.โ Malleus mused, rather patient. [Name]โs eyes narrowed slightly as he scoffed under his breath. He could be patient now, but not when [Name]โs baby brother was on the line?
โLet's go.โ Malleus held out his hand, his gleaming green eyes crinkling at the corners. How dare he look so handsome, so warm and gentleโฆ
โHmph. Fine, but only to save face.โ [Name] grumbled as he took the hand, surprising himself. Wait, why was he complying? Gah, the stupid fae was messing with his mind again!
Malleus only smiled wider as he watched the tips of [Name]โs pointed ears grow red, choosing not to comment.
They began their walk, where [Name] kept his eyes on the floor in shame. Why was he indulging in Malleus..? Was his heart betraying his mind once moreโ
โHow have you adjusted so far?โ That soothing voice entered his ears once more, making [Name] slightly shudder.
โIโm fine.โ [Name] replied plainly to disguise his grudge, despite feeling the opposite. His body hurt, with his fingers aching and his head still softly pounding.
Malleus raised a brow, noticing the slight tone. โI know it can be hard to get used to, but trust me. Youโll feel much better soon.โ
โHow do you know that? Turned someone into a fae before?โ [Name] scoffed, his free hand coming up to rub his fingertips. It was strangely far more sore than before, an itchy sensation under the nail bed. He vaguely could pinpoint the ache akin to accidentally slamming his hands into a door.
โI have.โ Malleus replied, taking [Name] off guard.
โWait, whโโ He was about to press before the ache turned into sudden pain, causing him to stop in his tracks. His fingernail began to rapidly grow and harden, red forming a rim around the edge.
Blood.
Malleus immediately came in as the caring act he loved to put on, placing his hand on [Name]โs back as the man sputtered. โEasy there.โ
[Name] couldn't even think of a retort, too focused on trying to soothe his fingers.
โWhat the..?!โ His eyes went wide, shakily looking at the newformed nailsโno, claws.
โHere.โ Malleus reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, dabbing at the blood. โIt's just part of the process. Some parts form later.โ
โAnd you couldn't be bothered to tell me?โ [Name] hissed, trying to hold back a wince as tears dotted at the corners of his eyes. It was pathetic how much pain he was in.
Malleus finished cleaning off the otherโs blood, standing up straight once more. โLetโs hurry to the manor. Iโm sure we can get some soothing salve for it.โ
[Name] exhaled heavily though his nose, ignoring the concerned stares of their escort as he nodded. โYeah, that would be niceโฆโ
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The air grew thick with tension the moment they stepped inside the residence of Pomefiore, Vil sitting in elegant purple robes as he watched them enter. Beside his chair stood a tall man with a feathered hat and a Bob, a small smile etched on his lips.
โWe meet once more, little spud.โ The elegant man mused, fingers drumming against his armrest in a languid manner. He sat straight and poised, ankles crossed as his keen eyes examined them. โAnd you brought His Majesty with you.โ
โIโm here to speak with you personally, Schoenheit.โ Malleus spoke, his expression more serious than it was before. His hand slipped away from [Name]โs (who had forgotten he was even holding it) as he stepped forward. โJust on a quick matter.โ
Vil rose a perfectly manicured brow, a small frown gracing his lips. โOh? Itโs rare you wish to hold an audience with me.โ
โIโll explain shortly. Come.โ Malleus beckoned, forcing Vil from his seat as they left the room, leaving [Name] alone once more. Why was he calling all these secret meetings?
The tall man took the opportunity to approach, his words airy with what [Name] could compare to a French accent. โAh, welcome to Pomefiore! Iโve heard much about you, Rois de l'รฉtranger.โ
โYeah, Iโm sure you have.โ [Name] spoke through a slightly gritted smile, rigid. If their leader was cunning, he assumed the others were just as much.
The blond man strode forward until he was less than a foot away, brushing away a stray lock to reveal [Name]โs pointy ears. โAh, so you have turned faeโฆ magnifique!โ
โGah, Rook..!โ The escort grimaced slightly, a southern-adjacent accent slipping through. He had returned with medical supplies, carrying disinfectant and some strips of cloth. โSโrry about him, heโs curious. Iโm Epel, by the way. And thatโs Rook.โ
โI am an admirer of beauty, simply put.โ Rook smiled, but backed off. Epel came forward and began to treat his hands, making [Name] hiss as the disinfectant hit the wound.
โCall me [Name].โ He cleared his throat, changing the topic. โTell me, what's it like in Twisted Wonderland..?โ He knew the meeting between Vil and Malleus would be short, so he had to probe quickly.
โIt's a wonderful realm full of curiosities,โ Rook mused, his green eyes crinkling with delight. โIt is truly like no other.โ
โAre you happy here then?โ [Name] raised a brow, tilting his head in question. The two seemed a bit taken aback at the question, sharing a small look before Epel answered.
โWell, weโre kept busy.โ He shook his head slightly, his lavender hair swaying with the movement. He carefully wrapped the small strips around each finger, tying it off. โKing Malleus always delegates orders to produce potions or whatnot. It's what weโre known for.โ
โOui, Rois de Dragon requests our services frequently. What for, though, is unknown to me.โ Rook added on, giving a small shrug.
[Name] heard the door in the back creak open, signaling that the conversation was over. โAh, well thank you for telling.โ
Malleus approached, giving that all too gentle glance as he spoke. โAre you ready to return, my dear? It's getting late.โ
[Name] nodded, despite feeling quite the opposite. He would have to find the time to confront these people alone, but that would be a problem for tomorrow it seems. He had a lot to think about tonight. โYeah, let's go.โ
He ignored the stares that Vil was burning into his back, exiting the manor alongside Malleus.
The silence followed them until they reached the entrance to the cavern, where Malleus finally let out a sigh.
โApologies for the short visits today,โ He gazed down at [Name], his raven black hair spooling down his shoulders as he leaned forward ever so slightly. โIโll try to have them a bit longer on our next round, where you can have a bit more of a proper meet.โ
โNo worries,โ [Name] replied casuallyโas if he wasn't actively plotting this manโs demiseโwaving him off. โIโll make the visits by myself if needed. Iโll be sure to be acquainted with everyone.โ
Malleus raised his brows, but shock melted into that stupid soft gaze as he chuckled. โI can arrange that to happen. But I do request you have me accompany you for the introductions.โ
[Name] gave a small shrug. โSo be it. Not like I can force you to stay anyway.โ
Malleus didn't comment, noting the slight jab. The tension returned at the reminder of their power imbalance, one where the Fae King could easily tell still affected [Name].
The man just continued down the corridor, his face unable to help but contort into one of determination. No matter what estranged feelings he had, [Name] had made a vow to himselfโand he sought to keep it.
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The rest of the evening went by in a blur. They returned to the castle and ate supper, where Malleus left early to attend businessโฆ per usual.
[Name] had gone to bed early that night, finding himself shockingly tired after their expeditions today. Since the majority of it was walking, his legs were sore and ready for sleep.
His mind raced with his schemes, fighting to stay awake just a little longer to smooth out some wrinkles in his plans. [Name] felt his thoughts flicker in and out as drowsiness seeped into his mind, eyelids heavy and muscles relaxing.
[Name] found himself waking up in the night, a sheen of sweat dripping down his forehead. He feltโฆ strange. It was a sensation he had experienced before, but his groggy mind couldn't place it.
That's when he suddenly realized the extra warmth beside him, an arm draped over his navel where his shirt hiked up his torso. He stiffened as he craned his neck over to where the familiar silhouette of Malleus lay, his mind suddenly going into hyperdrive.
That's when the sensation that was fading away suddenly rushed once more, [Name]โs cock half-hard and aching. He felt as though he had been wrung out, the dwindling pleasure coursing through his body begging for proper release.
โShhโฆโ Malleus murmured against [Name]โs nape, his smooth skin hot on the otherโs. His hand rested above [Name]โs crotch, where a small wet spot emerged on his dark sleepwear. โLet me do this, please. I can make you feel good.โ
[Name] let in a sharp inhale as fingers danced over his cock, biting down on his lip. Malleus was so closeโฆ his warm breath fanning over the otherโs feverish skin. The intimate position made his head spin, fists clenching the sheets. Any logic he may have had was thrown out the window as a carnal desire bubbled up in his chest, making him squirm.
โJust do itโฆโ He panted, already out of breath. He was a virgin after allโhe rarely masterbated due to his lack of privacy at homeโso this was a new world to him.
Malleus didn't hesitate, his hand slipping under the trousers and grasping the leaking head of the hardened cock. A small gasp left [Name]โs parted lips, hips jerking to gain any sort of friction. Malleus grunted softly, angling his body to a more comfortable position. He now was spooning [Name]โs backside, his own bulge nestling into the cleft of the otherโs cheeks.
The pumps started out slow, where Malleus dragged his hand down the shaft of [Name]โs cock, the precum acting as makeshift lubricant. His trousers grew tight as the Fae king pressed wet kisses along his neck, suckling on the skin. It was as if he knew every sweet spot like the back of his hand.
[Name]โs eyes rolled back, unable to contain the noises of pleasure escaping his throat. โA-ahโฆ mnghโฆโ
Malleusโs strokes perfected their pace, his grip tightening as he reached the top and pushed his thumb on [Name]โs tip, making the other let out a whine. Simmering heat pooled in the pit of his stomach, where he could feel himself getting close.
โMalleusโฆ I-Iโm gonnaโฆ ngh..!โ [Name] was cut off as the pumps stopped, making him mewl in desperation. โPlease..โ
โPatience, my love.โ Malleusโs voice coolly replied, his free hand forcing the otherโs chin in his direction. โI can't have you make a mess like this.โ
Their lips met, but instead of the kiss they shared before, this one was met with more heat and fervor. Malleus tugged at the otherโs lower lip, already demanding entrance. With his other hand, Malleus undid the buttons and lace that kept [Name]โs pants up, sliding them down his thighs to allow the swollen cock to get fresh air.
The pumps started again, making [Name] emit a low groan. Malleus seized the chance and slipped his forked tongue into the warm walls of his mouth. Not giving him a chance to recover, Malleus took his other hand and slid it up [Name]โs shirt, cool digits finding his hardened nipple and pinching it.
[Name] could feel his body tremble from the overstimulation, his hips convulsing only for the hand around his cock to push it down. The faeโs bulge grinded against [Name]โs mounds, twitching and pulsing beneath cloth.
The sensation once more built up in his stomach, the knot tightening as [Name]โs lewd noises were muffled by the tongue invading his mouth. Sweat dribbled down his forehead and chest, mingling with the scent of precum that was smeared over his crotch and pelvic region.
โMngh-! Malโฆโ [Name] tried to cry out, signalling he was close once more as he attempted to call out the otherโs name. Malleusโs tongue finally left his mouth, a string of saliva connecting them as the pumps became even faster than before.
[Name] felt the edges of his vision go white as he could feel the knot in his stomach finally break, a wave of pleasure rolling over his body as thick ropes of white cum painted itself on his stomach and shirt.
Malleus let out a low groan himself as he licked a stripe along [Name]โs neck, tasting the salty beads of sweat as he smirked. โYou did so well, my love.โ
A low murmur traced the skin of [Name]โs nape, one he couldnโt quite make out. But before he could question it, his world suddenly plunged into darkness.
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[Name] shot up in his bed, broken out in a cold sweat. The sunโs early dawning rays were trickling through the curtains, nearly blinding his eyes.
It wasโฆ a dream?
He pulled back his covers, noting the small wet spot his trousers now bore. That was real. He hurriedly got out of his bed, making his way to the bathroom as he splashed cold water over his face.
[Name] had never had a wet dream soโฆ vivid before. It felt like it had truly happened, but it obviously didn't. He knew had a couple sneaky thoughts about Malleus before, but this was a heavy escalation. Was this yet another side effect of the transformation spell?
Speaking of which, his fingers weren't in pain anymore, and the new bandages he applied last night didn't bleed through. He carefully unwrapped them, examining them. They had paler marks around the bed, likeโฆ stretch marks?
At closer examination, [Name] realized he had the strange scar-like stripes in other places too: his ears, the gums of his canines, even his iris. Everywhere that the transformation affected him had scars.
Knock knock.
โSir [Name]? Breakfast will be ready soon.โ A servant called out from outside his door, making him jump.
โEr, one minute!โ He called out, coming out of the bathroom and heading to his wardrobe. He had to hide the evidence of the scandalous actโฆ maybe burning the pants was his only option.
His mind travelled back to the dream, and he could feel his skin grow hot once more as he tried to shake it. How was he ever supposed to look Malleus in the eyes again?!
[Name] eventually got his act together enough to leave his room dressed in cleaner clothes, choosing to stuff the ruined pants away for now until he figured out what to do with them (was he being overdramatic..?). He made his way to the dining hall, only to be shocked that Malleus wasn't present. Usually, the fae was always the first to the table, wanting to be there for every moment [Name] was, but he was missing.
โWhereโs Malleus..?โ [Name] turned to a nearby guard, who happened to be Lilia as he entered the room.
โOh, heโs just a little tired this morning, so he slept in a little.โ Lilia hummed, placing his hands behind his back as a tiny fang poked out from his curled upper lip. โIโm sure heโll be down here soon.โ
[Name]'s mind suddenly flashed to their conversation yesterday, Malleusโs voice echoing in his mind about his dream magic.
โTo do that requires a heavy concentration of my magic, which costs me energy,โ Malleus spoke, his eyes flicking down to [Name] as he inclined his chin to the side. โIf I can avoid doing it, I will.โ
Did Malleusโฆ? No, surely not. The Fae King of all people wasn't that shameless to attempt that. It was probably all the travelling they did, plus whatever king duties he had when they returned.
Was [Name] going to have to accept he had a wet dream about his worst enemy? He felt sick about it.
Well, his absence would just be easier on [Name]โs conscious and appetite, where he could avoid looking at him and remembering his hand wrapping around hisโ
โOh, that reminds me.โ Lilia broke [Name]โs downward spiral of lewd thoughts, his usual mischievous grin on his lips. โHe asked me to tell you that the library is open for you this morning. He figured you'd find some enjoyment there while he rests.โ
A library? [Name] felt a strange flicker of excitementโone he hasn't felt since he got here. โReally? Iโd love to go there.โ
โPerfect. Iโll send you someone to take you there and inform the servants to deliver your breakfast.โ Lilia mused as he turned away, exiting the dining hall.
Within moments, a tall, young man with gelled green hair entered the room. He strode over to [Name], his lips taut in a half-scowl. โI was instructed by Lilia to escort you. Since My Liege holds you in the utmost regardsโฆ I assume youโre respectable.โ
[Name] raised a brow, a little taken off guard. The young man talkedโฆ a bit loud, but it was endearing in a way. For some reason, it reminded him of his baby brother.
Oh, his brotherโฆ [Name] hoped that he was okay. Despite his strained relationship with his parents, he knew his brother wasn't at fault. It's why he fought so hard to correct his mistakeโbecause if [Name] wasn't given a fighting chance, then he would make sure his brother did.
โMake your own opinion on me.โ [Name] replied, unable to stifle a small chuckle. โWhatโs your name?โ
The manโs yellow eyes went a little wide, but he bowed his head regardless, โSebek Zigvolt, at your service."
โWell, Sebek, lead the way.โ [Name] mused slightly, unable to shake off the resemblance. The other bowed once again and extended his arm out, letting him walk past.
The library wasn't too far into the castle, the size relatively about the same as the local one in his home world. The dark wood shelves were lined with rows of thick-spined books, their titles embedded with shiny touches of brass and copper. The library was rather airy, with large, stained glass windows creating iridescent refraction of light that colored the dark floorboards.
โI will be stationed at the door if you need me.โ Sebek cleared his throat, standing at the doorway as [Name] gave a small nod, mesmerized.
Where to even start..?
Okay, time to focus. [Name] had one objective: to learn more about this place. He wasn't getting much information from the strange people he was meeting with, so his next best bet was his own independent research.
He wandered through the various aisles, glancing over titles. Some were in languages he didn't recognize, others in some type of rune or glyphโฆ not many in English. He was forced to a stop as he came to a dead end, the small shelf of books shrouded in darkness, only lit by the fingers of sunlight crawling through the cracks of the surrounding shelves.
[Name] approached, eyes squinting as he tried to read the titles of the strange books. However, none of them contained a title on their spine, thus meaning this dead end wasโฆ well, a dead end.
โLooking for something?โ A cheeky voice came from behind him.
[Name] turned to see a new person he hadn't seen before, a shorter, child-like girl with dark, brunette hair and glasses. Her eyes were a dark, almost metallic shade of red, with flecks of gold rimming a white iris. If it weren't for those eyes, [Name] would've suspected she was human, but something feltโฆ off.
โJust browsing.โ [Name] responded cautiously, taken off guard. Did he even hear footsteps? Maybe this strange girl was just light on her feet.
โThen allow me to make a recommendation.โ The girl giggled, skipping past [Name] to the shrouded bookshelf. She let out a hum as her fingers grazed over the different books, then pulled out a thick one. She wiped the front with her sleeve, the dark leather revealing faded words.
The Complete History of Twisted Wonderland, Vol. 2.
โWait, thatโs what I was looking for.โ [Name] picked up the book, flipping open to the index. โHow didโฆโ He trailed off as he looked up, the child gone. He turned in a circle, but there was no trace that the girl even existed. Maybe heโd ask someone about it later, but he had more important matters.
The book was in English thankfully, so [Name] hunkered down at a nearby table and began to read.
โTwisted Wonderlandโs history started as early as hundred of thousands of years agoโโ
Way too far.
[Name] glanced at the index once more, his eyes skimming over the chapter names. Towards the very bottom, his eyes caught a chapter titled: The Great Coalesce. Curious, he flipped open to the page, and was shocked to find a portrait of a stern woman on the throne Malleus had, though clearly ages ago.
โ400 years ago, Twisted Wonderland was divided after a civil war had ravaged each of the capitals. The Diasomnia capital was the main area for the bloodshed as their country was attempted to be plundered, but the newly appointed ruler Maleonor Draconia held strong.
It is unknown how, but Draconia was rumored to have ended the war by taking the form of a large dragon and wiping out the army of foreigners: the Silver Owls, but at the cost of her own life and leaving behind her only heir. After her death, the recently retired ruler of Diasomnia took control once more, sealing off Diasomnia from the rest of the world.
When the heir, Malleus Draconia, came of age 117 years later, he had decided to take down the walls and instead decree that all of Twisted Wonderland will unite together as one nation, known as the Great Coalesce. Since then, Twisted Wonderland has been under one ruler, with the previous rulers of the capitals becoming semi-independent cities.
Malleus is currently the declared King, with no heir. He has had many past lovers, but all either passed away or disappeared.โ
[Name] flipped to the next page, only to find it blank. Strange. He closed the book, taking in a breath as his mind raced. So Malleus brought everyone together in this labyrinth, made himself king, andโฆ no one complained? The book didn't mention any coercion nor agreement, and since this event happened almost 300 years ago, he wasn't sure if anyone knew besides Malleus himself.
Plus, what was the meaning of mentioning that Malleus has had lovers before..? All disappearing or dyingโฆ either he drove them away with his โcharmingโ personality or there was something else at play.
[Name] glanced at the book, then picked it up and returned it to the shelf. Despite the information it provided, he was leaving with more questions than answers.
Just who was Malleus Draconia?
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ฮฑีฒ- hiii. Sorry for not being active. Happy summer break! Also I know this is short but I'm still new to smut in general. So this is very experimental. Also happy pride month too!
Warnings: loss of virginity?, blowjobs, short af, and twin cocks
Wc: 265
Malleus Draconia x Gn reader
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โAre you sure you want to do this?" I raised an eyebrow before I pulled Malleusโ pants down.
"Yes child of man," he reassured, โthough do be careful I've never done this before."
I heard his breath hitch as I touched the waistband of his pants and pulled them down. I was met with the sight of a large bulge in his boxers. A wet spot already forming.
I teasingly licked his bulge and Malleus bit his lip trying not to make noise. If anyone heard him like this he'd never live it down. Then I tugged his boxers down and his twin cocks sprung up.
โSomebody is happy to see me," I laughed and Malleus looked away with a slight red tint on the tip of his ears.
His eyes widened even more as I spit on my hand and started stroking his top cock. He bit his lip trying to stifle a groan. Starting with small kisses I slowly lowered my head onto his cock.
Malleusโ hands shot up to tangle in my hair. He oh so desperately wanted to push my head down but he didn't want to hurt me.
Me not wanting to neglect the second that was slightly smaller so I started stroking it. The pleasure was overwhelming and his eyes rolled back slightly.
As he got closer to his orgasm his muffled noises started getting louder. When he came he pushed my head down making me choke on his cock.
I pulled my mouth off with a pop, โwas that pretty good?"
ok ok picture me this: Falenaโs reaction to the magazine photo shoot Leona did with Vil
if u donโt know what im talking abt, it the last comic short story in the second anthology manga
Oh yeah I got the manga.
According to my HC of Falena being a supportive older brother trying to bond with his little brother of course. I like to think that he didn't took care of his little brother and only see them growing apart with time. And he's trying to get closer to him. So trying to be supportive in all his choices (taking the fact of how Leona talks about him) -except about politics or serious stuff. But I will talk about that in another comic-.
แแฐ๐ ื ๐.๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ : Early nights in white sheets.
โก. ๐๐ฒ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฌ : You and Jason have been together for a few months, but he's not very good in bed. He does a lot of research to give you a mind blowing time!
Jason Grace had always been the type to overthink everything, from sword fights to the way he tied his sneakers. It wasn't that he lacked confidenceโ hell, he'd faced down monsters without flinchingโ but when it came to you, things got oh! so messy in his head.
You'd been together for months now, a whirlwind of kisses and late-night talks, but sex? That was still new territory. Jason was a virgin before you; his life was packed with quests and duties to explore much else.
And you? You were the one who'd gently pulled him into it, showing him the ropesโ or rather, the sheetsโ on those rare nights when the world let him take a breathe.
It started simple.
The first time, in the dim glow of his cabin, you'd straddled him, guiding his hands to your hips as you sank down onto his cock. Jason's eyes had widened, his breath hitching at the feeling of your pretty cunt clenching.
He was thickโ impressively so, the kind of girth that stretched you in ways that made your toes curlโ but he didn't know what to do with it !
He laid there, mostly passive, letting you set the pace while he gripped the bedframe like it was his lifeline. You rode him slow, feeling him throb inside you, but it was all instinct for him, no rhythm and definitely no drive.
You'd come, sure, grinding against him until the pressure built and shattered, but Jason? He finished pathetically quick, spilling outside with a groan that sounded half-apologetic. Afterward, he'd hold you close, whispering how amazing you felt, but you could see the frustration in his eyes. He wanted to be better for you.
That became the pattern.
Jason underneath, you on top, controlling the ride. He'd thrust up sometimes, tentative, his hands roaming your breasts or ass, but it was always you leading.
You didn't mindโ his eagerness was endearing, and that thick dick of his filled you up just right. He even thrusted up into you with all the enthusiasm of a guy desperate to please from time to time, but it was pretty much always the same: quick, predictable, leaving you satisfied but not exactly screaming. You'd come, no doubt, but he knew it wasn't fireworks for you.
Little did you know, Jason was already plotting his redemption arc !
Starting with asking Leo for a laptop without dying of embarrassment in the attempt... Anyways! Once he got it, he immediately started investigating.
It was as innocent as it could be.
One night, after you'd left his cabin with a kiss, Jason couldn't shake the frustration gnawing at him. He was built like a godโ tall, broad-shouldered, with that chiseled jaw and a body honed from years of discipline in the roman legionโ but in bed, he felt like a rookie fumbling the ball.
So, alone in the dim glow of his new laptop, he dove in. Porn first, the kind with titles promising "mind-blowing technique" and close-up shots of couples who looked like they were inventing new laws of physics. Then articles, forums, even a dog-eared book on anatomy he'd swiped from a roadside library box because he knew that pornography was not a reliable source for pleasing a woman..
He watched how guys used their mouths, their hands, the way they'd build tension instead of rushing to the end. Jason took notes while his cock hardened because he imagined practicing on you. He wanted to erase that look of polite pleasure from your face and replace it with something raw, something that made you cry of pleasure.
Now, here you were again, grinning as you tugged at the hem of your shirt.
"Missed you," you say, your voice so soft. How could Jason deny you anything?
Jason swallowed. "Mh, yeah? We saw eachother at breakfast."
He adjusted his glasses, but you were already closing the distance, your hand brushing his arm.
"But I can miss my boyfriend," your hands slided under his shirt to feel the hard planes of his abs.
And like that the clothes disappeared after some kisses.
You pushed him down gently, like always, straddling his hips. Jason's cock was already hard, thick and straining against your thigh, a detail he'd always been shy about, never knowing how to wield it beyond the basics.
You guided him inside you, sinking down slowly, and he groaned, hands gripping your waist. It was familiar: you riding him, setting the pace, your pussy clenching around his length as you ground against him. He thrusted up awkwardly at first, overthinking the angle, but the heat built anyway, your moans filling the room.
"Ah.." you breathed, rolling your hips, chasing that edge he could never quite push you over.
Yet tonight, something shifted. As you leaned forward, breasts brushing his chest, Jason's hands tightenedโnot in surrender, but in resolve.
He'd watched those videos, read the guides: how to make it about her pleasure first! His mind usually raced with the pressure to perform, but this time, it fueled him.
With a sudden surge, he flipped you both, his weight pinning you to the mattress. You gasped, surprised, your legs parting instinctively as he settled between them.
"Jason? Whatโ"
He didn't answer right away, his face flushed, those blue eyes dark with determination. Instead, he kissed down your neck, nipping at your collarbone, then lower, tracing the curve of your breast with his tongue.
You arched, expecting him to slide back inside, but he kept going, lips trailing over your stomach, hands spreading your thighs wide.
His breath ghosted over your pussy, already slick from riding him, and your breath hitched. He'd never done thisโnever even hinted at it. Oral? That was unknown territory for him, something he'd jerked off to in secret, imagining your taste but too embarrassed to ask.
"Jason, you don't have toโ" But his mouth was there before you could finish, tongue flicking tentatively against your clit.
It was clumsy at first, a hesitant lap, but then he remembered the videos: circles, pressure, the flat of the tongue. He pressed in, licking a broad stripe up your folds, tasting you fully for the first time. You moaned, loud and unrestrained, your fingers threading into his blond hair.
Because, holy shit, he had never done this before. Not once in all your relationship had he gone down on you; it was always hands or his cock, quick and to the point. But now? He was doing it, actually eating you out, his inexperience showing in the way he paused to adjust, but God, it felt good.
He grew bolder, sucking your clit between his lips, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. One hand braced on your thigh, the other slid up, two fingers teasing your entrance before pushing inside and curl them, seeking that spot he'd read about, the one that made women squirm.
You bucked against his face, the dual sensationโ his tongue swirling, fingers pumpingโ sending sparks up your spine.
"Fuck, Jason," you talked between moans, your voice breaking. "Where did you learn this?"
It was messyโ his chin glistened with your arousal, his breaths coming in hot puffs against your inner thigh and his cheeks red.
"I- I read about it. Online. In those... you know." He looked up at you, vulnerable but earnest, fingers still buried deep, stroking slowly. "Am I doing it right? Does it feel good?"
You could barely form words, pleasure coiling tight in your core. Instead of answering, you grabbed the back of his head, guiding him back down firmly.
"Keep going. Don't stop." Your voice was a command wrapped in a plea, and he obeyed, diving in with renewed focus.
His tongue worked faster now, alternating flicks and sucks, while his fingers thrusted deeper, hitting that ridge inside you with each curl. The pressure was building, relentless, with your hips grinding against his mouth as he devoured you.
You'd always taken the lead before, riding him to your satisfaction, but thisโ him taking care of you, learning on the flyโ was intoxicating. His thick fingers stretched you sososoo damn right, slick with your arousal, and when he added a third, scissoring gently, you cried out, the fullness pushing you closer.
It built so fast, that orgasm, hotter and more intense than anything Jason had given you before. Your body tensed, toes curling into the sheets, and you shattered, whimpering his name as waves of pleasure crashed over you.
Your pussy clenched around his fingers, pulsing, and he didn't let up, licking you through it until you were shaking, oversensitive and boneless.
When he finally lifted his head, lips swollen and shiny, he looked triumphant. "Was that okay?"
You pulled him up, kissing him deeply, tasting yourself on his lips.
"More than okay. That was fucking incredible."
Your hand wrapped around his cock, still rock-hard and throbbing, the thick length pulsing in your grip. Precum beaded at the tip, and you stroked slowly, intending to reward himโ climb on top again and let him feel you milk him dry. But Jason shook his head, a small smile breaking through his flush.
"Not this time." He caught your wrist, gently but firm, and pushed you back down, his body covering yours once more.
You laughed, breathless, as he positioned himself. "Bossy now?"
He didn't respond with words, just nudged the flushed, angry tip of his cock against your entrance, still sensitive from your climax.
He'd never known how to use his size beforeโ thrusting too shallow or erratic, leaving you wanting. But right now, guided by all that secret studying, he pushed in slow and deep, inch by thick inch, filling you completely.
You moaned, legs wrapping around his waist, the stretch delicious after his fingers.
He started moving, hips rolling with purpose, not the hesitant pumps from your other encounters. Each thrust kissed your cervix with that swollen tip, a deep, insistent pressure.
"God, you're so tight," he muttered, voice rough, with his forehead pressed to yours. He adjusted his angle, pulling back almost out before slamming in, the head of his dick dragging right over your g-spot.
You gasped, nails digging into his back, the spot-on hit sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. He'd read about it, watched the diagramsโ how to angle for the maximum pleasureโ and fuck, it worked. Every stroke targeted it, building that pressure again, faster than before.
Jason's rhythm steadied, his weight pinning you a bit as his hands braced on either side of your head. Sweat slicked his skin, his glasses fogging slightly as he fucked into you, harder now, the bed creaking under the force.
Your pussy gripped him like a vice, wet and hot, and he groaned, burying his face in your neck. "Feels so goodโ you feel so good."
He was still overthinking a littleโyou could see it in the way his brows furrowedโbut it only made him more attentive, hips snapping with precision, chasing your reactions.
When you clenched around him, he hit that spot again, relentless, the thick base of his cock grinding against your clit with each hilt-deep thrust. You were lost in it, your body arching to meet him, the coil tightening impossibly fast.
"Jasonโ right there, don't stop."
He didn't, couldn't, pounding into you with a focus that bordered on fierce, his cock stretching and filling every inch. The room filled with the slap of skin and your shared breaths ragged.
He reached down, thumb finding your clit, rubbing in tight circles like he'd practiced in his mind from those videos. It was too muchโthe deep kisses to your cervix, the G-spot hammering, the added frictionโand you shattered, your orgasm crashing in waves, pussy spasming around his thick length.
He followed seconds later, thrusting deep one last time, tip pressed flush against your depths as he came. Hot spurts filled you, a creamy rush that leaked out around him.
That was also new; the coming inside thing, but you were so fucke out and happy you didn't even care.
Jason collapsed half on you, both of you slick and spent, his cock twitching inside as the aftershocks rippled through.
For a moment, you just lay there, catching your breath, his head on your chest. Then he lifted up, pushing his glasses back into place with a sheepish grin.
"I... I wanted to get it right this time."
"You did more than right. That was heaven." You traced a finger along his jaw, smiling.
No more frustration or overthinking shadows. Jason Grace, the guy who'd never touched a girl before you, had leveled up. And damn if it didn't make you crave the next sex session already.
But as you drifted, sated and warm, Jason murmured against your skin, "Think I need more practice?"
You smirked, nipping his ear. "Only if you're volunteering." He laughed, the sound light, and for the first time, he didn't doubt the answer.
