Honestly, there so much I can imagine for timeskip Dimitri, yet never know how to exactly put it in words! 😅 Him also having that feral/boar phase doesn't help! 🥴 Anyway, have a little spicy post timeskip Dimitri! 💙
It's clear Dimitri wants you. The man craves your affection as much as he did back in the Academy days. But whereas back then he was more subtle about it (or as subtle as he can be), now he was quite obvious. He practically lingers by your side.
At the dining area? He's there. At the greenhouse? He's there. At the war room, he has you sit beside him. He's like a big puppy that needs his master.
What was once feathery touches, friendly pecks, and thank-you hugs are now full-blown hand-holding or hand gently pressed against the small of your back. The way he looks at you with his eye is intoxicating. Like a predator wanting to devour its prey at that moment.
And devour he does when the sun goes down and the monastery goes quiet. His room filled with the sounds of moans you try to hold back as Dimitri's hips slam against yours.
"I missed you..." He constantly whispered to you. His hands, calloused and strong, holding on to yours. He hardly ever let go since you two reunited and began having sex. It has become a habit of his. Along with his need to see your flushed face.
That intense stare he gave you as he pounded into your pussy, grunts escaping his throat. You tried to pull your hands away, to cover your face. A low growl escaped him as his grip got harder.
"Don't let go..." He said it in such a way that made it sound like he was pleading, begging, aching.
"D-Dimitri...~" A soft gasp leaves your lips as you arched your back, the pleasure rising as you felt his cock hitting that perfect spot. Dimitri enjoyed that. You didn't expect the smile on his lips. His thrusts quicker now, your legs wrapped around his waist as you repeatedly cried out his name like a prayer.
Thank you to everyone who enjoyed the Dimitri stuff. 🥰 I promise I will write more. But also, I promise I'm not solely a Dimitri fangirl. I'll be making some Edelgard and Claude stuff, too. 🤭 They're both just as hot. 👀
Starts off small. A brush of your fingers when he returns something. Suddenly, any excuse for a small touch. Hands you a weapon. A book. A pen. Anything.
He thinks of you constantly.
Then the feeling rises. A congratulatory hug, perhaps. Suddenly, he needs more. A touch isn't enough now. He needs to feel the warmth of your form. His hands on you. Your sweet scent against him.
He dreams of you often.
And then? A gentle peck on his cheek as a thank you for him helping you train so much. Your lips on his skin.
The heat runs through his body as the thought of your lips against his invade his mind.
But it's not just his lips he wishes you to kiss. That much is obvious during the nights his room fills with his ragged breaths as his hand pumps his hardened cock while thinking of you. 💙
You whisper as you continue to slowly stroke his pulsing cock. You never thought you would get to see the usually composed yet slightly awkward prince of the Kingdom making such lewd expressions and filthy sounds coming from his lips.
It is such a delight. You'll have to help him relieve his stress more often.
Am I the only one that feels like Dimitri is quite vocal when it comes to sex?
Grunts and groans, filthy whispers that you never expected the sweet and innocent looking prince to say as he is pushing his pulsing cock inside your soaked pussy.
Hate-sex with your orc co-worker who you can’t stand. And because of you two not getting along, you end up behind on the project and have to work over-time on a Friday. Which leads to a massive fight, ending in him pinning you on his desk and stuffing your tiny hole full of his cock, filling you with his cum till you are dripping down your thighs.
Then he throws you over his shoulder and drives to his apartment, where he spends the entire weekend fucking you dumb on his cock, by the end of which you are nothing but brainless mush, your hole sore and aching and pulsing for more.
Now he takes you home everyday after work to fuck you sore after a full day of being a brat.
Dragon boyfriend who hoards you like his most precious gem. He insists on you wearing only jewlery around him. You dance for him naked as he jerks off, sitting on a throne. He makes you crawl to him, kneeling in front of your monster king. He slowly pushes your head down and you blow him like the eager filthy woman you are. Ravishing every single one of his dick's scales. He cums all over your torso, painting your tits and all the necklaces he made you wear. He gets hard instantly, bending you down and rutting into your pussy until you are crying for mercy, just to fuck you again as he collars your throat, claws extended. His precious little human.
Content Warnings: Cheating with Reader, Married Man
Moans filled your bedroom.
His cock pumping in and out of your soaked cunt.
Your fingernails gently scratching against his skin as your hands would wrap around him.
His lips pressed against yours in a sloppy kiss as his hips slammed against yours, the sounds of the mattress mixing with his grunts, you cries of pleasure, and the sound of flesh smacking against flesh.
"Harder... Don't stop..." You panted against his ear and he happily did as you said. "Oh fuck...!"
Your sexy neighbor that was glad to help you settle into the neighborhood these past weeks.
His wife always bragging about her "perfect" life. All while her "perfect" husband was balls-deep inside you.
As you remembered how she looked down on you, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pleaded for him to fill you.
His grunts of pleasure said it all as his thrusts became fierce, making you unable to form any sentence beside crying out his name.
You came for the second time, coating his cock with more of your fluids. He pumps faster and harder into your pussy until he can't hold it anymore and with a groan he released inside you.
Slumped on the bed, catching your breaths, you smiled as you turned your head to whisper against his ear, "We're not done are we, love?"
A chuckle escaped his lips as his muscles flexed, his hand gripping the sheets. "You're such a slut for this married cock."
"Fuck..." Your pussy squeezed his cock that was still inside you, his words had turned you on.
"Don't worry. We're not close to done, sweetheart."
He's hard again, you can feel it pulsing inside of you, the mattress once again moving, the bedframe slamming against the wall.
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