àż đč Ë . Frat! Sukuna fucking you in your childhood bedroom . . .
ăcw : 18+, afab!fem!reader, mentions of pink/cutesy things, frat au, readers parents are in the house, breeding kink. àŒàŒ àż
Sukunaâs big on respect. For all the loudmouthed, chaotic, frat-boy bullshit Ryomen Sukuna pulls every other day of the week, he treats your parents like royalty. Heâs the guy who reaches the top shelf for your mom, clears his plate and asks for seconds with a charming grin, and spends his Saturdays helping your dad patch the drywall or weed the yard. They made you. His girl. The only person in the world who actually commands his attention. In his mind, he owes them an unpayable debt for just letting you exist.
But then thereâs also a flip side. The edge of him that doesn't give a fuck about decorum.
Like right now. In your childhood bedroomâclean white walls, soft pink curtains framing the windows, shelves lined with plushies and those weirdly detailed anime figurines you collect that he secretly finds hilarious.
Itâs completely your fault. You couldnât just sit still and watch the movie; you had to keep shifting, pressing your tits against his arm, driving him out of his mind. So now youâre on top.
His heavy, tattooed hands are locked onto your hips, physically lifting and slamming you down onto his dick, anchoring you while your parents are literally in the next room over.
âThis shit get you off, baby?â he whispers, his voice a gravelly rasp. Heâs grinning, watching your eyes roll back, your walls squeezing him so tight itâs turning him feral. âGetting absolutely ruined while your mom and dad are right through that wall?â
âShutâfuckâshut up, âKuna,â you gasp out, hands gripping his shoulders for dear life as he hitches his hips up, driving his curved and leaky tip straight to the hilt, burying it into the deepest part of you. âTheyâll hear you.â
âLet âem hear,â he chuckles, a cocky, breathless sound as he guides your rhythm, forcing you to bounce like a rabbit in heat. âTheyâre gonna find out anyway when we graduate, get hitched, and I keep you pregnant every nine months. Iâm putting at least six kids in you. Gonna have you stuffed full of my cum every single night.â
The dirty promise of it sends a violent shudder straight down your spine, your thighs trembling as the friction pushes you over the edge. The tight coil in your lower stomach snaps. You completely lose control, a hot, dripping wave of pleasure washing through you as you come all over him.
Sukuna groans, his grip on your waist tightening until it bruises, his entire body going rigid as he pumps his seed into the condom. You hear a a frustrated hiss from under you. He hates the latex barrier, in fact, youâre sure heâs already craving the day he can cum inside of your pretty pussy for real.
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QIFREY HATES SEEING YOU UPSET, you have a hard time asking for what you want. that's alright, some things are simple like that.
qifrey seeks you out first. too much of a good thing. now you can't leave his lap, perched sideways across his thighs, one of his arms resting securely around your middle while his mouth presses at the corner of your downturn lips he'd kiss into something softer if you let him give you what you want, rather than what you need.
"do you want to try again?," the concentrated touches on the tender, hardened bud are enough to make you mind go haywire. he digs his palm against your clit with barely there frictionâan involuntary whimper leaving your lips.
you squirm. talking is challenging because he's been at it for what feels like hours, it's depriving your brain of blood. too much of a good thingâhe's so warm against you and he smells so good and there's just never been a moment in all the time you've known him when you didn't want him under your skin.
"it's justâi meanâit's nothinâ," you make a soft noise of want as his fingers drag through your sticky folds. gathering your arousal on the tips of his fingers until he stops at your clit. you are throbbing so much it's painful, wet enough that it's pooling underneath his robes.
"you were saying?" he prompts sweetly, as if encouraging a trick. the hand that it's not between your thighs reaches up to turn your head, cupping your jaw as he forces you to look at him. barely an inch of space between you. "go on"
you gasp at the slow, smooth circles qifrey rubs at your clit with. he has a stunning amount of control over his movements, well practiced with every angle of your body. you have made him that way, but you never thought it would be so easily used against you.
his hand cupping the front of your throat, shame slanting your neck. you are so in love with him that you notice all of this, take a photo in your head, lock it up behind your ribs to study later. you can't make yourself out in the reflection of his eyes but his smile doesn't change. you know you look desperate, you can never hide how you feel from qifrey.
"m-maybe," you finally, finally, admit. voice clipped and hardly there, it comes out as a loud whine instead. "it w-wasn't a good day."
you're awake and ruined. you feel him pushing inside your tight hole. his hand is steady and slow as qifrey slows inch his first finger into you. they're cool compared to the tight, wet heat of your cunt. jolts of electricity spatter along your insides.
"finding your words now, i see," qifrey chuckles, breath warm as he drags his thumb along the thumping pulse of your heart. he is kind enough not to say anything about how loudly it thumps, how shaky you are breathing, "i knew you could do it."
he rewards you with his middle finger curling as it bottoms out, down to the knuckle as he pauses and let you get adjusted to the sensation. it doesn't last long, patience wearing thin.
"y-you're being mean," a frustrated whimper deep inside you, and you shouldn't feel bad for him helping you, but you do. he gets you all scrambled, turned upside down.
"am i? i thought i was being helpful," he hums a low, velvet chuckle, warm but laced with that sharp undertone that always makes you twitch. "why don't you tell me more?"
you open your mouth to speak but the pressure is too strong. another sensation follows you, thenâjust after you get used to the first. he gives you another finger, his ring finger this timeârepeat the process. fucking you slow and deep, letting your hole stretch out around him and pumping inside until there's no longer and resistance at all.
"'m sorry iâi can't," your throat tightens and you shake your head weakly, but it only makes the tears well faster. seconds later, you, the sweet, tender little thing you are, burst into tears.
the hand at your throat comes to your face so two fingers can push past the seam of your lips, pressing against your tongue until you feel your jaw go slack at the overwhelming difference between pain and pleasure.
"yes, you can," he coos, his tone is down right patronizing, but god, you need it. it makes your cries stutter in your throat. "you're doing so well."
qifrey curls his fingers inside you, pressing and searching until he hits the right spot and you moan brokenly, silken walls clamping down and pulsing on his hand.
"uh, 'm just having a bad time," you are babbling around his fingers, choked and wanting, mouthing against his palm and hoping you'll be brave enough to draw blood just on principle. "a-and i, umâ "
you fumble as a sob gets stuck in your throat. good thing qifrey is patient. you're almost there.
"yes, love?" he replies.
( it sounds like praise, it sounds condescending, it makes your stomach turn. you want him to call you love forever. you want to drown in it. )
you shake in his grasp as he secures his arm around you. the roundest part of his palm pushes up against your sex, clit throbbing as your head melts.
"a-and i need h-help!" you're boneless underneath his touch. your body and sensations reach heights far beyond and in true, utter desperation you call his name. you're not usually so spoiled but it's too much.
it wouldn't matter. wouldn't make it any less true. the tight space that qifrey has carved for you is yours no matter how suffocating. and it's yours.
"well done" it's not a question, but the inflection he gives it feels a little bit like there's no wiggle-room to just sink into his embrace, and forget about everything that should realistically matter. it digs a bit into you brain. "better, isn't it?"
you're receptive to his plunging fingers, hips bucking up against it, back arching, and he hums. he lets your mouth alone so a warm hand presses down on your navel to keep your steady.
you let your guard down as you feel the coordination of rhythms, you yield to the moment when pain is not something your brain processes clearly.
"p-please," your brain feels like it'll pour out of your ears, the words barely forming to speak. you whimper at the touch of his cool hands on your hot skin.
qifrey doesn't stop what he's doing, especially now that you're silent. you melt into his arms as he fucks you, somehow both gentle and rough. his fingers are slow, calculated to hit against your sweet spot with every thrust. he's filling the silence with gentle coos, encouraging you as you wither away, gasping and panting and begging.
"you don't have to think. i'll do that for you." his smile softens, pressing a kiss at the top of your crown. it's a tender gesture that you can't help but whine. "and if all you can manage is crying, then crying will do."
you nod. a shame you barely registering what he's saying through your haze of pleasure. you allow him whatever he wants. your head feels full, drunk and floating until you come with a sound that's something between a sob and his name, and your vision speckles at the edges because is too much, it's all too much.
qifrey is good to you as you do. you can't see the hint of mischief in his eyes, but it's there as he pets down your chest, you waist and hips, but he doesn't retract his fingers that your thighs shake with overstimulation.
he's sure you'll be weeping for the rest of the night. but, you need this. he's sure you'll lay against his chest in the early hours of the morning and really tell him what happened today that got you so upset, but for now?
for now, you just to forget and he's happy to oblige.
kinda obsessed with leon kennedy again so hereâs a couple of my fav nsfw leon twitter links for shits and giggles.
best at the top (but theyâre all favs)
him holding you up like this and just fucking you from behind while cupping your pussy omfg leon manhandling you mmmm
riding him so good he ignores the phone ringing, also the way he holds your arms behind your back with one hand is so hot? and slapping your ass, fuckkk
making out with him while you fuck yourself on his cock, he just loves when you takeover and get off on him.
back shots from leon? probably the best angle you could take his dick. he also wants to fuck anywhere and everywhere it doesnât matter. the idea of riding him while he watches you come undone is so hot.
again, heavy on this. leon watching you ride him. thatâs it.
AGAIN why is it so much hotter not seeing this man move his hips at all and just letting you fuck your self on himâŠfuck he just gets off of watching you get off.
SUMMARY: no summary. just the tip gf x balls deep bf trope.
TAGS: implied marathon sex, dumbification, overstimulation, unprotected sex, this is all consensual, but just in case, i will tag this as dubious consent.
THIS IS MEANT FOR FANTASY ONLY.
PAIRINGS: LEON KENNEDY/you, LUIS SERRA/you, ALBERT WESKER/you, JACK KRAUSER/you, CARLOS OLIVEIRA/you, CHRIS REDFIELD/you.
A/N: consider this as an apology for being away, and will probably continue to be away after a while. T_T but i hope everyone has been doing well.
NSFW UNDER THE CUT!
LEON S. KENNEDY. âĄ
you don't know how long you both have been indulging in each otherâall you know is that your cunt's jus' so sensitive. but you want more. you need more. thinkin' about being empty and not being stretched full by your boyfriend's makin' your waterline glimmer with tears.
"leoooon, pleaseâ,"
leon stared at you, in awe that you were still conscious. aware. clearly, he's not fucking you properly. "please what, angel?" "fuck meâfuck me, please. need your cock. just put it in," his fingertips tease your clit, and you whine, shaking your head. "noooânooooo . . need your cock. please, leon,"
today, leon finds out his ovulating girlfriend can turn into a literal succubus.
"but you said your cunt's all sore, sweet girl. you were crawling away," open-mouthed kisses are bestowed on your cheek. "just the tip. just put the tip in," leon could feel his cock stir, quickly growing erect with your neediness.
"okay, baby. whatever you say," he kisses your teary eyes before hovering over you and grabbing ahold of your legs. just the tip. just the tip. just the tip. leon has to repeat to himself, lathering the leaking crown with his creampie mixed with your slick.
just the tip. just . . the tip.
your creampied pussy makes a lewd squelch as leon slowly pushes the head in. but you're both in cloud nine, eyes rolling like it's the first time you've fucked each other. "y, yes, like that!" you whimper, reaching over to your hypersensitive clit and making aimless circles.
leon begins to move, only giving your cunt shallow, slow thrusts. "fuck, angelâ," he lets his head fall back, pleasure enveloping his tip. your cunt's so fucking wet and warm. your fingers pick up their pace, cunt throbbing with intense pleasure. who knew you could jus' get off from just the tip?
"faster,"
faster?
how can leon do that without shoving himself balls deep into you? "fasterâpleaseplease, leon," you sobbed. "y/nâi," he bucked his hips, trying to go faster without splittin' you open with his cock. whimpers are spilling from leon's mouth, growing needier by the second, his vision continuing to blur as he eased just the tip in, as per your request.
the way you were clenching around him, creaming around his cockâit drove him crazy. how could he not fuck you? leon has to reminded himself that you want just the tip. but he's relying solely on instinct. and before he could even realize it, he's plunged himself deep by accident, and you're wide-eyed, an unanticipated orgasm taking you both by surprise.
"leonââĄ!"
"y/nâi'm sorry, sorryâ,"
he can't stop. he won't stop, pounding you into the mattress and making sure you feel every length of him with every ferocious thrust. he's drooling, watching you squirm. something about seeing your pussy spurt out clear fluid with every push in makes him feral, potentially unlocked a new turn on and fantasy to jerk off to.
"t, told you just the tip," you whimper, sniffling, and leon cradles your head, essentially smushing your face into his chest. "sorry. 'm sorry, sorryâi l, love your cunt." leon sobbed, his hips doing all the work for him, pummeling into you without mercy.
spit's shining on leon's built chest as you automatically kiss and lick at the area. marks in the shape of your canines are left, and leon hisses when you bite him again.
"gonna cum, y, y/nâgonna cumâcumming. 'm cumming, oh god,"
he vigorously rams his cock in your leaking pussy, hard yet hurried; it's sloppy, and leon's just desperate to fill you again. your moans are muffled by his flesh, and leon has yet to notice that he's crushing you with his chest. not that you minded, either.
with a few more unrhythmic slams of his hips, he's spilling himself in you, all of his cum just overspilling as he kept rutting into you. "hahâ h, haah . . so goodâso good," he babbles, spit dripping on his chin as his eyes rolled back. "leooohnâ," you grunt from beneath your boyfriend.
it's only when his orgasm finally comes down that he stops moving, clarity slowly seeping into his fucked out mind. he retires from you almost immediately, now-concerned eyes soaking in the sight of you. did you pass out? "y/n," a hand caresses your rosy cheek.
"y/n, please come back to me,"
"mhh . . "
oh thank god. he knows you're just fine, but he was still worried. "are you okay?" he whispers, brushing away the stray strings of your hair. "i'm sorry, i was . . too into it," you chuckle when you feel him pepper your face with kisses.
"i'm fine. still in one piece, baby."
you both groan when he slowly pulls out, the rest of his creampies spilling out of your gaping cunt. "i love you, leon." you mutter, weakly wrapping your arms around him. "i love you too, angel."
LUIS SERRA. âĄ
"luis . . just the tip,"
you both really shouldn't have fooled around with these aphrodisiacs. it's been hours and his cock's yet to come down. luis isn't even sure if he can cum anymâ
you poor thing. he affectionately runs a hand over your spine, down to your ass where he kneads your curvaceous flesh. "por supuesto, amor. we can go slow. and . . just the tip," [ of course, love. ] he thought he could do it. luis can control himself, can go slow if requestedâusuallyâbut the drug that ran through his veins made that fucking impossible. swallowing a nervous lump, he prods the tip against your slit. fuck, you're so fucking wet. this wasn't fair.
with a slow push of his hips, your warmth embraces his sensitive cocktip. "oh, fuck. oh my fucking god. dios mio," luis's grip on your ass tightens, his own way of restricting himself. "sĂłlo quiero follarte," [ i just wanna fuck you, ] he confesses, but only thrusts the tip in and nothing else.
he enjoyed it, of course. more than anything. but luis was a greedy, hungry man. yearning more. needing more. your pussy was just so fucking inviting, creaming all over for him with just the tipâfuck, you can't ask this from him.
the moment he's stuffing himself completely fucking full into you, you're just sobbing, legs shaking from the mind-numbing pleasure. luis was, too, not even realizing he had just cum in you. his hips moved like clockwork, "luis! luiissssâfuck!" was all you could cry out. you squirmed, writhed, tried to crawl away from the addicting pain of pleasure, but he's tugging you right back and slamming himself into you to the hilt.
all that cum pouring out of you made it much, much easier to pound that cunt. "h, haaahâfuck! luiissâ," you sobbed, unable to stop your legs from giving out. his chest rests warmly on your back, and you feel a loving kiss pressed on your temple.
"te amo, te amo . . . " he murmured as he pummeled that pussy, making sure that the tip thwacked against your perky cervix and hitting all the right spots. your head rests nicely on the pillow, and you're so fucked out, you think you're about to pass out from all the pleasure.
the bed creaks as luis kept ramming his cock deep into you, and you squeal as another orgasm washes over your body. the nth orgasm made your eyes cross, made you see fucking stars as your legs quivered and you clutched the sheets helplessly. luis didn't see it, but he sure as hell fucking felt it as you squirt all over him and his legs. "diosâdios mio, you're making a fu, fucking mess,"
his thrusts begin to slow down, hard-on still intact, but the aphrodisiac wasnât as strong as it was from the beginning. blinking, luis realizes he was crushing you by resting his whole weight on you. "shit, shitây/n, i'm sorry," he shuddered when he slips out of your creampied pussy. "mierda, hace frĂo," [ shit, it's cold. ] is whispered to himself whilst he gently lays you on your back.
"luiiis . . " you huffed. "that's not the tip," "i know, i know. i'm sorry. but, in my defense, eso es imposible," [ that's impossible to do. ] an affectionate hand caressed your hair. "still sensitive, prinsesa?" you groggily nuzzle your face in his arms.
you only hummed. the next minute is spent in silence, as luis kept you warm and held you firmly. "next time, no more aphrodisiacs," you stir as he spoke, letting out a scoff. "what? booooo."
"whaâexcuse you, señorita, why are you booing me?"
"oh, c'mon. don't lie. that was fun,"
"jesus, you are such a freak. me asustas. you need to read the bible or something,"
"wow. like it wasn't you who bought those pills!"
"oh. ehehe. right."
ALBERT WESKER. âĄ
bro this gif im going to start s/creaming
you're already fucked out. already trembling from the orgasms wesker's given you, and it's all thanks to the new toys he had bought from his trip. a clit sucker and a vibrating, ridged, girthy dildo. you sobbed as wesker kept thrusting the toy in and out of you, making sure you take all of its length.
"f, fuckâ! s, sir, cummingâ, 'm cumming,"
there wasn't much you could do, not when a silk ribbon tied your wrists and ankles to the headboard. ( he bought those, too, by the way. ) "again? look at the mess you just made." you look over at the silicone, the base was coated in your creaminessâand it was already smearing to his already-soaked fingertips.
it was so easy for him to break you, and he hasn't even undressed himself yet.
your hips buck against the air, and the unintentional reflex just makes you grind your clit against the toy that lavished its attention on you. "fuuckâ! fuckfuckfuckâ, a, albertâ!" you clutched onto the ribbons, eyes rolling as you felt your cunt throb with need. you were close, you could feel it in the pits of your stomach. "what was that?"
wesker clicked his tongue, clearly displeased. "you call me sir, brat. or are these toys getting into that head of yours?" you hear a few clicks, and your eyes widened when you realized that the clit sucker's set to its highest setting. "s, sirâi'm sorry! i'm sorry!"
the dildo could never compare to your sir's cockâneverâbut the extra sensations of the pulsations and the ridges quickly sent you to the edge, never missing where you were most sensitive, always grazing that spongy nub that made your mouth fall agape. "don't w, wanna cum anymoreâtoo much," you whimpered.
"aw," he cooed, a small smile appearing on his lips; barely noticeable. "that's really too bad, pup." he taunts, giving you a slow, but hard thrust. you squealed, clutching on to your ribbons.
"you're not in charge here,"
your cries are music to his ears, and his eyes gaze over to your squirting cunt in amusement. even though you're trembling and drooling, he's yet to withdraw the toys from you.
"are you?" "n, no, sir!" he's tight-lipped and has yet to move an inch. "n, no, sir! i'm n, not in chaaaargeây, you are!" "hm," good enough. much to your relief, both are turned off, and you're granted a few seconds of relief.
your body relaxes on the soft bed, chest rising as you pant. âcolour?â wesker asks, a rough palm caressing your shaking thighs. âg, green,â you mutter. âgood. âm not done yet,â
wesker retires from the bed, taking his sweet time in undressing himself. it was quite the sight, though; seeing him undo his tie, unbuckle his pants. his boxers had a wet spot from his leaking tip. âyouâve been a good pup, darling.â
the bed sinks with his added weight, and you watch him leave kisses on your inner thighs, stroking his cock with a spare hand as he lathered his pre all over his monstrous girth. fuck . . could you take that? you donât think yâhave it in you. but you didnât want to stop. yâwanted him . .
âs, sir,â
you call, and weskerâs eyes tilt up. now that he was much closer, yâcould see how blown out his pupils were. âyes, my love?â he asked as he positions himself, grabbing ahold of your thighs as he slaps his fat cock atop your mons.
âc, can you put just the tip i, inâ?â
wesker acts as if he didnât hear a word you just said, rubbing his length all over your slitâcontinuing to lubricate his shaft with your juices. you gasped when the tip slowly sinks in, and you finally get your answer when he slammed the rest of his girth into you. you screamed, back arching as your eyes crossed.
âwhy should i?â
he begins to rut into you, pummeling your sensitive cunt with mean thrusts. âtell me, pet. why should i?â you couldnât utter out a proper response, not when your brain was turning to fucking mush as he pounded you. âspeak up, slut.â the added nicknameâs making you clench around him, and wesker only scoffed at your lack of coherence.
âgone stupid? from me just puttingâhnnggâit in?â
with the position he had you in, it was impossible for the tip to not kiss your cervix, impossible for you to not scream for him as he mercilessly plowed that cunt. "s, sirâh, haaah . . ! fuckâ!" your overstimulated pussy's fucking throbbing. a squeal's torn from you as his palm collides with your puffy clit with a smack! the sting's makin' your eyes fucking water, and you could feel your legs tremble again.
"will you tell me what to do again, pet?"
"n, no, sir!"
wesker grinned, rewarding your sore clit with a kind caress of his thumb. "good pet. that'sâ," he groaned. fuuuck, wesker shudders at the feeling of your cunt spasming around his girth. "âmore like it. gonnaâgonna fuck you how i want to," his words are emphasized with harsh thrusts, to drill that idea in your pretty fucking head.
"where i want to,"
"u, uh-huh!"
"when i want to,"
"u-uhnnnây, yes s, siiiir . . ⥠!"
seeing how disheveled and how much of a drooling mess you were, were you even remembering what he was saying? probably not. but don't worry, he's more than willing to remind you where you belonged. he could no longer hold back his noises, but he wasn't even interested in trying, anyway.
the way he soundedâferal, almost beast-like, evenâyou'd be lying if you said it didn't incite more arousal from you. wesker ensured you felt all of him, hips moving without thought as he mercilessly slammed into that tight fit. unfortunately for you, he was more monster than he was human.
you were fucking tightening up around himâstill adjusting from the sudden switch from silicone to fleshâand how could wesker ever resist ramming and bullying that pussy with his fat cock? the way he could see how he split you open, shuddering when his tip's right against your cervixâoh, you were such a sweet, sweet pet.
his cock throbbed with the ache of a release. you made it difficult for him to control himself. "fuckâ'm gonna fill you up," he hissed. "think y'deserve a creampie from me, sweet girl?" smack! the collision of his palm on your cunt brings you back to reality for a brief moment. "i'mâi'm talking to you," he snarled, an you nod mindlessly. "s, sorrryyyy . . . y, yes sir! yesyesyesyesâplease!"
you continue to beg him, plead for his cum whilst he busied himself with rearranging your fucking insides. it's all you could do amidst your fucked out state. don't you worry. wesker was more than satisfied with your expressions.
burying himself to the hilt, you let out a scream as an orgasm is forced from you again, fingertips affectionately rubbing on your clit. wesker can't decide where to lookâif he should watch that pussy quiver as you squirted or your face that's contorting as your irises disappear behind your lids.
"yeaaaaah, just like that. look at youâfuck, you're such a slut,"
his hips stutter as spurts of thick, warm semen floods your womb and walls. wesker groaned, shivers pricking his skin. your cunt milked him so good; and not like he'll tell you, but he's fucking obsessed. obsessed with how you're so obedient fo him, how your cunt clenched around him as you quivered from overstimulation.
"tsk, you're leaking. tighten up, slut. don't spill any more," you only oblige himâit's all you could do in your fucked-out state. a groan echoes in the room as he slowly slips out from you. from where wesker knelt, he had the perfect fucking view of your gaping cunt, trying her absolute best to keep it all in as he asked. you squeaked when he caresses your puffy clit affectionately. "shh, shh . . i know," he cooed, the other hand undoing your restraints. you didn't have the strength to keep your eyes open.
the tension slowly rolls off your muscles as he sets your legs down slowly. "you did well, my love," you could feel him bestow kisses on your face. eyes, nose, lipsâthey were all showered in loving kisses. your wrists are set free as he undid the ribbons on your sore wrists, his lips ghosting over the red marks over your skin, too. "missed you, albert," you mumbled, eyes slowly opening. "i missed you too, my love," there's a faint smile on his faceâmeant to be witnessed by you only.
"you know we're not yet done, right?"
JACK KRAUSER. âĄ
krauser really has lots of pent-up frustration and sexual frustration. blessed with inhumane stamina, it's really no surprise that he can last multiple rounds. 'specially when all of it just piles up on him, mmmmâgod, he loves nothing more than taking it out on you and using you for fucking hours.
but krauser is mean. cruel. you want just the tip? that's reallyâ
"too fucking bad, baby,"
that request is fucking impossible, because he's got you folded and locked in a full nelson hold. did you expect that he'd just not bury himself deep in your pretty cunt? your eyes widened as you watched his cock slowly stretched you out again. your cunt was too sensitive.
his balls only throbbed, eyes rolling as your pleas fall to deafened ears. your groans echo in the room as he pushes another inch or two into you. fuck, you need to breatheâ
krauser laughed breathily in your ear. "what was that?" you couldn't muster a single wordâit was all just pathetic squeaks. "just the tip, you say?" he'd purr, pushing in as slow as he can so your pulsating walls can feel every single inch stretching you. ruining you.
"c, can'tâ,"
"can't what? can't speak?"
he completely slams into you with a loud plap! you're speechless and fucking stupefiedâbut, frankly, what else is there to say? "urggâfeel that?" this fucking asshole just had to start gyrating his hips. you could feel the tip poke 'nd prod against that cervix, and fuck, you're trembling.
"c'moooon, sweets. y'better be awake,"
sticky drool's drippin' from those pretty lips as he began to pound you like he hated you. him doing all the work was not a problem, not at all. krauser could easily manhandle you, and he made sure that you knew. he was bouncing you on his cock like you weighed nothing and fuckâyou couldn't even think of anything to say aside from his name and ah's! and oh's!
it didn't help his cock was a mix of both veiny and fucking gargantuanâyou're convinced your cervix's all bruised because his tip kept hitting 'nd hitting all of your spots. "love your cuntâfuck, you like this? huh? bet you do. look at your cunt's reflection. messy fucking slut," he groaned, ramming into you vigorously. it's like he hasn't even broken a sweat.
"k, krauseeeerâ," you sobbed, absolutely broken and cockdrunk. "yeah? 'm here," he pants, eyes threatening to roll back. but he had to watch you in the mirror, had to watch you crumble and go fucking stupid just from his cock. "what does my baby want, h, huh? want me to go faster?" before you had the chance to respond, he's fucking pummeling into you faster than you could even blink; you're fucking dizzy and barely lucid, but that's okay. no need to think, krauser's got you. âĄ
"my fucking gooooodâfuuuuuuck . . look at this squirting cunt,"
clear liquid's spurtin' out of that stretched pussy, coating him and yourself as he forces an orgasm outta you. you're so fucking hot, fuck. krauser's never ever ever letting you go. "you love my cock, babe?" if it wasn't for how both his large hands held your head, you would have nodded. "u, uh-huh! loveâl, love your cockââĄ!" "attaaa girl. i love your cunt so, so fucking muchââĄ,"
krauser doesn't even realize he's drooling himselfâcompletely immersed in the pleasure. he could stay buried in you for fucking eternity. "fuckâwanna breed you. lemme breedâlemme breed you. need to knock you up," he babbled on, focused on jus' chasing his release. and with the pace of how he fucked youâit wouldn't take long.
and you?
you're fucking spritzing all over him everytime his tip grazes against that spongy nub in your dripping pussy. why'd you even ask him to not put it all in? clearly, you loved this. but don't worry. for once, he'll humour you. "y'wanted just the tip, right?" "h, hnnnggââĄ," good enough of an answer for him. you're brought back to reality briefly when his movements halt. confused, you only watched your obscene reflections whilst he shifted his hips. "j, jack, what're youâ?!" your eyes widened when you feel his tip slowly bury into the tight barrier of flesh in your cervix.
krauser whimpered. fuuuuuuck, you were sucking him in so good. he can't even pull out. "babyâbaby, oh god. fuck, fuck. i'm fuckingâcumming. 'm cummingâoh my gooooood," it didn't take any more thrusts for him to start filling your womb up with fertile, sticky cum.
you whined as your cunt's flooded with his seed, and you couldn't do anythin' except for clawing on his built forearms as he held you in place. "urggâyeah . . . just like that . . fuuuck, i love your pussy baby," you couldn't utter a word. you felt so fucking full. krauser finally releases your head, but still held your body close as he settles on the edge of the bed. you practically collapse on his muscular frame when he finally sits, and that's okay. ⥠krauser made sure he held you tight, wrapping large arms around your body and leaning into you so he could kiss your face.
"tongue out, babe. lemme . . "
you oblige mindlessly, sticking your pretty tongue out for him. krauser's scarred lips wrap around your wet muscle, groaning as he sucked on it. didn't take long 'til he was devouring your spit-stained mouth as you cockwarmed him.
"mmmm. âĄ."
CHRIS REDFIELD. âĄ
this gif is so? um.
chris usually loves to prep you. loves to spend his time devouring your pussy and having his lips wrapped around that sensitive clit.
but you've got work in an hour, and time isn't a luxury you both have. "chris, j, just the tip, okay?" you say, raisin' your hips as you bent over the dining table; weight propped up on your soft palms. of course you can't say no to him, especially when the outline of his erected cock on his grey boxers is all you've been seeing this morning. but you're just a girl. you have needs and wants.
"just the tip?"
chris asks, pressing his clothed chest against your back. you feel his stubble against your cheek as he pressed open-mouthed kisses on your skin. "i don't . . i don't think i can do it, princess," he whined as his hips push forward. you couldn't utter another word as the leaking head stretches your cunt out.
you shuddered, lips quivering as you clutched on to whatever surface you were bent over on. "y, you caaaanâa, aaah, fuckâyou have to . . â you whined. but chris was greedy. hungry.
heâs not sure where he gets the courage to pull out, but he does. the tip slides out from you with a lewd, almost muted, pop! and youâre both unsatisfied, left yearning with feeling the other completely; but it makes do. it has to. tonight, he can have you for as long as he wanted.
ây/n, p, pleaseâ,â he pleads, still fuckinâ you with just the tip. chris can feel just how wet you are, hear how that cunt squelched as bucked his hips. ân, noooâchris, iâllâiâll be late,â âdonât go,â his canines graze your skin, and you squealed when he pushes an inch in. your cuntâs pulsatingâtrying to accommodate his fat cock without prep. âdonât goâyâdonât h, have to go. please stay,â âch, chris, iâhnnn!â the rest is completely slammed into you, and your eyes cross. chris takes advantage of your agape mouth, kissing you and letting his tongue glissade over yours.
chris starts to pound that cunt, and muffled cries were swallowed by his lips. you canât really lie, this felt waaaay better than just the tip. the way the tip bulges out from your lower tummy, the way the pink crown keeps kissing that sensitive cervix, it canât compare. ever.
âmhhhf,â you groan against his lips, and chris playfully bites down on your lower brim. it was hard to take in air when every thrust into you knocked the air outta your lungs. chris parts from you as he held your hips with those big hands of his.
his pace quickens, ramming into you mercilessly. you're both whimpering, voices blending together in melodious sin; whatever thoughts you had beforeâgone. not when chris had the skill to turn your brain to mush. "godddâfuck, y/n. y, y'feel so goooood . . " chris sobbed. if only you could see his face. brows scrunched as he struggled to keep his eyes open; only you could bring these facial expressions to this big, beefy man's face.
you squealed when a hand snakes under your skirt, fingertips rubbing against your neglected clit. "oh fuck!" you mewled, unable to keep your cries to a low. "feel good, princess?" chris purred whilst fucking you into oblivion. "u, uh-huhââĄ!" fuuuuck, his balls are fucking throbbing.
"d, don't go . . jus' stay. be my pretty little wife. i can t, take care of you,"
he babbled on, rutting into you, stuffing you full with that veiny cock. chris wants nothing more than to fucking breed you, fill your womb with his cum. "'m g, gonna fucking cum," he pants, chest heaving. but he doesn't stop pummeling that cuntâgoes faster, actually. chasing his release and eager to give you yours. the table's creaking, and everything on it shook with every thrust. upstairs neighbour behaviour.
you screamed when he lightly pinches that sensitive bud, and you're seeing stars; mouth agape and back completely arched as he coaxes an orgasm from you. your legs trembled, and chris bit on his lip. "fuuuuck, baby. you're so hotâlove you, i love you," "chriiiis, fuckfuckfuckfuuuuck. love youuuuuu . . âĄ,"
your lips crash together again, sloppily kissing each other as chris fucks you through your high. he grunts, wrapping his lips 'round your tongue, tasting you. with another slam of his hips, you moan against his mouth when he's completely buried deep in you; thick ropes of cum flooding your creamy, spasming cunt. he can't move any more, can't think anymore. he pulls away from you, because he's sure he'll forget how to breathe.
"oooooh, fuuuckââĄ,"
spit's trickling down his stubbled chin, and chris is quiet for a moment; sent to cloud nine and completely fucked out. it takes a minute or two for him to recover, and he tilts your head to the side so he could briefly kiss you while he slid out of your cunt. you both groan, and chris kneads your ass, watching his cum slowly leak from your gaping pussy.
"heheh . . gonna call in sick?"
well, you couldn't feel your legs, so. yes.
CARLOS OLIVEIRA. âĄ
carlos watched you writhe whilst you came undone from his tongue. your fingers were tugging on his already disheveled, raven tresses. it's your fifth orgasmâhe thinks, if he's counting right; and he'd gladly give you more. his wet kisses trail up your tummy, chest, lips, and you liked how your taste lingered on his tongue.
"carlooos,"
"yes, meu bebĂȘ?"
carlos gets a realization tonight.
"want more. 'jus wanna feel you,"
he spoils you a little too much.
your cunt was still twitching with need. you'd do anything to satiate your hunger, anything to relieve that arousal pooling in your tummy. even though he's spent the last few minutes coaxing orgasm after orgasm from you.
but he loved seeing you like this. desperate. needy. like he was the only person you needed. you knew just how to get his gears going without trying. "hmm? but you just came, meu bebĂȘ. my beard's still wet," he teased, lips latching on your neck and tracing your skin with sharp canines. you held on to his built biceps, and carlos brings your knuckles to his lips. "j, jus' the tip. please. i want more," "i know, i know, bebĂȘ. shh . . "
he can never resist you. especially when you were begging him so prettily. didn't take long for him to prod his tip against your needy hole. you both gasp when the tip slowly sinks in, slowly stretches that wet pussy apart. your nails dig into his skin, and carlos bit his lip. "fuuuck, y/n. your pussyâ," fucking warm 'nd tight. clenching on him like you needed him.
carlos didn't mind being bossed around by you, especially by you. he'd do anything you'd ask before you could even blink, but he just has to remind you who's in charge.
you gasped when he slowly sheathes an inch or two into your tight cunt. "carlos, w, what're youâ?!" he makes sure to slide in nice and slow, so you'll feel every inch of him splitting him open. and also so he can savour that surprised look in your face.
especially when he harshly shoves the rest of his cock in your leaking pussy, god. you'll kill him. "y, you're so unfair, princesa. so cruel t'me," he cooed, not even giving you the time to process a thought as he began to pound you with ungodly stamina.
"you think i don't have needs too? think i don't need to fuck this cunt and to fuck you 'til you're cockdrunk and overstimulated?" nasty mouth, nastier thrusts. your eyes crossed, body jouncing with every slam forward of his hips.
"c, carlosâh,hnnngg!"
he grins. "yeaaaah, that's right, baby. scream my name." you were so sensitive already, flesh walls spasming around his veiny girth, but fuck, you were oozing so much milky essence, it smeared all over his balls. he leans in so your lips could crash together, and carlos grunts against your mouth as you instinctively wrap you legs around him. of course he had to pick up his pace. why wouldn't he? he was such a good boyfriend to you, paying attention to all your needs.
you whine when he parts from you, but he has to, or else he'd lose his balance. he needed to focus on fucking you, tire his pretty bebĂȘ out. he bites his lip when you run your palms all over his built chest and abdomen.
"fuckfuckfuckâcarlosââĄ!"
a hand wraps around your breast, kneading your tits and running his fingers over your erect nipple. whatever thought you had, he quickly fucked it out from that pretty mind of yours. whatever. not like you needed to think when he could do that for you. well, try.
"y/nâ⥠godddd, minha linda garota," [ my pretty girl, ] he babbles on, absolutely hypnotized. god, what were you doing to him? carlos kept pummeling that cunt, bed creaking obnoxiously in the process but it seemed that neither of you cared.
more marks littered his skin, ranging from bites to scratches, and they were definitely going to be sore later, but that's okay, a little pain didn't hurt no one. spit trickles down on carlos's stubbled chin, and you lift yourself up a little jus' so you could lick it up.
a spare thumb began to trace aimless circles on your clit, and you screamed as an orgasm was ripped from your poor oversensitive cunt. "c, carlosââĄ! oh fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuuuuck!" you clutched onto the pillows, sheets, fucking anything. you sobbed, and carlos gently flicks his middle finger against that puffy clitâyou squealed as you squirt in small fountains.
"you're sensitive, aren't you, bebĂȘ? eu te quebrei, princesa?" [ did i break you, princess? ]
and oh, the way you only responded in fucked out mewls, how fucking precious. now that you've coated his girth in your squirt, it was much easier for him to move in 'n out. you could hear jus' how wet he made you, how that soaking cunt squelched with every thrust. you were such a slut for your boyfriend, and rightfully so.
he stops being cocky when his orgasm nears, grunts turning into high-pitched whimpers as he fucked you into the mattress. carlos tried to keep his monstrous, merciless pace, but fuck, he was so close. the closer he was to filling your cunt up and flooding your walls, the sloppier his hips got, probably from fatigue.
but you were such an angel, his god-sent angel, movin' your hips as you tried to meet his thrusts halfway. carlos could cum at the fucking sight of you trying to fuck yourself against him.
"oh godââĄ! oh god, fuck, fuuuuck. vou gozar. vou te engravidar. ai meu deus." [ gonna cum. 'm gonna get you pregnant, oh my god. ] carlos sobbed, and after a few more push of his hips, he's crying out as ribbons of thick cum filled that cunt.
he rides his high out with a few more mindless thrusts, combing a spare hand through his hair. he's in fucking heaven, jesus christ. it's you that brings him back to reality, rubbing his forearm and eventually interlacing your fingers with his.
"oh my god, baby. are you okay?" he caressed your face, and you tiredly smile at him. "never better," you kissed his palm, and carlos tucks away the stray hairs on your face. "you sure? you okay? does anything hurt?" "no, i'm fine. well, a little sore and sensitive, but it's okay. i like it," a grin tugged on his lips, and he shook his head. "you're such a freak, baby. it's okay, i love you," a kiss is pressed on your forehead, nose, and then lips.
you shuddered when he pulls out, and his cum slowly leaks from your used, gaping hole. "i love you . . " you mutter, scooting over to the side so carlos can have the space beside you. he sighs in relief when he finally lays down, absolutely spent. "c'mere," carlos sleepily grunts, pulling you to his arms. you took it upon yourself to cover both your bare, sweaty bodies with the blanket.
"did i tire you out yet?" "hmm . . no, not really," you jeered, and carlos chuckled. "well, i certainly tired myself out," you both laugh, and it didn't take long 'til you both dozed off.
end.
A/N: thank you so much for reading! more to cum. ;)
also, regarding carlos's fics, i will repair them soon and change his bilingual dialogue from spanish to portuguese. i'd like to apologize for mistaking him as hispanic!
nsfw | your boyfriend gives you more than just the tip đđËâ
You were aching for him. After making out for what felt like forever, you were soaked and desperate, grinding against your boyfriendâs thick dick while he hovered over you. âPlease, baby,â you begged, voice needy and breathy. âJust the tip. I need to feel you so bad. Just the tip, I promise.â
He groaned softly, clearly torn, but your desperate little whimpers were too much for him. He wanted to give you what you needed. âAlright, sweet girl,â he murmured, kissing you gently. âJust the tip. Iâve got you.â
He lined himself up and slowly pushed the fat head of his dick inside your soaked pussy. The stretch made you moan loudly, your walls fluttering around him. But the moment he was barely inside, your pussy started pulsing and clenching greedily, pulling him deeper. He tried to stay still, but your body was sucking him in inch by inch.
âFuck⊠baby,â he breathed, voice strained as he sank a little deeper. âYouâre squeezing me so tight.â You whimpered, hips twitching as more of him slid inside you. He pushed in further, slow and careful, watching your face as your pussy kept drawing him in.
âIs this what you wanted, sweet girl?â he asked softly, voice husky as he gave you another inch. âYou said just the tip⊠but this greedy little pussy keeps pulling me deeper.â You moaned helplessly, nodding even as your legs wrapped around him. He sank in even more, stretching you open until he was buried halfway.
He leaned down, kissing your neck as he rocked his hips, giving you just a little more with every slow thrust. âTell me if itâs too much,â he whispered tenderly, even as your cunt continued to pulse and suck him in further. âIâm trying to be good for you⊠but you feel too fucking perfect.â
18+ ; f!reader ; dirty talk ; unprotected p in v ; pussydrunk!qifrey ; possible ooc ; rusty ahh writing
pussy deprived bf!qifrey had made the difficult decision years ago to begin abstaining from the desires of flesh to focus on teaching magic. he had battered down every urge and scared away every fantasy; and heâd been very successful in doing so.
that was, until you, of course. you just had a way of melting his mind and ripping his desires to the surface aggressively in a way that he simply couldnât fight.
and when he finally gave in and let himself slip between your thighs and experience heaven again, already warm and wet and readyâoh, he completely lost it.
you didnât even have to beg him to fuck youâbecause he slides between your slick thighs with so much enthusiasm it catches you off guard. lines his hot, already leaking tip up with your drippy hole and pushes in with a feral, throaty groan.
âo-oh, fuuuck,â itâs broken, deep, littered with gravel and so, so hot that it has your tummy swooping; heâs so hard and thick inside you, spreading you out long before he even bottoms out.
and when the fine hairs at the base of his cock do bump gently into your clit as he sheathes himself completely inside, you both release similar sounds of euphoria. your body is absolutely buzzing, gooey pussy so full and stretched, and you just want him to fuck you. bully that thick cock into your stomach until you explode.
and you donât even have to tell him. the instant you think it, heâs movingârolling and bucking his hips so expertly into yours that you have to grip the sheets to keep from floating away.
âmmm, fuckâgods, beautiful, âs so goodâyâfeel so fuckinâ good.â qifrey rumbles in between the fast, wet slaps, plump lips finding yours to connect them messily. you can barely respond to it through your moans and mewls, through the haze of euphoria that his dick fucks into you.
but really, itâs less of a kiss and more of a messy tangle of tongues and teeth, just the two of you licking into each otherâs mouths and tasting; devouring with heated desire too long stamped down.
itâs so sloppy, so wet and lewd, and qifrey is losing his mind. keeps panting and moaning into you, cock throbbing inside your mushy walls and hips bucking madly. like he canât get enough of the way you clamp and suck him, the way you flutter around him every time his abdomen connects with your puffy clit.
and you canât get enough either. finally feeling his thick cock fill you up, over and over, the thing youâd cravedâit has you wanting even more.
âdonât stop,â you find yourself mewling, toes curling and back arching with each slide. your stomach is knotting in on itself, orgasm building with such an intensity that it makes you feel dizzy. and heâs just slamming into you, keeping to that rhythm that makes your eyes roll back.
ânever gonâa stop, baby,â qifrey rasps, dick absolutely kicking up, so long and hard. ââm gonâa fuckâya so good. make her cum sâmuchâ,â he sounds so absolutely fucked, words mushed and slurred. you arenât much better, though, pussy so wet and sloppy that itâs almost louder than your own moans and babbles.
you canât really help itâqifrey is so fucking big, fucks you so good; you donât think youâve ever felt so dumb on a dick before.
âgod, you deserve itâpussyâs too fucking good, babyâshit, yer so wet, sheâs cryinâ on meâfuuuuck, so hotâyer amazing, you know? i fuckinâ love it sâmuchâ,â you donât think youâve ever heard qifrey curse so much, or use such vulgar languageâitâs a spectacle.
unfortunately, you canât focus much on his babbling. can only focus on the way he fucks his cock into you, stuffs your cunt up over and over, kissing and rubbing every single sweet spot so effortlessly. heâs fucking you straight into stupidity, pulling your orgasm to the surface so fast that you canât even mentally grasp it through the pleasure.
you donât even feel the way you start to twitch and clench, but qifrey does. and he lets out the throatiest, loudest groan at the sensation. starts to fuck you harder, grip your flesh desperately and mouth his wet lips anywhere they can reach.
âoh, fuckâgod, baby, yesâi feel ya, sweetheart. gonâa cum, yeah? âm gonâa makeâya cum, beautifulâfuck, give it to me, huh? right here on mâcock. ooh, fuuuuuckk, i want it sâbadâ,â
youâre nodding, mumbling and mewling, arching into his firm body and squeezing around his cock. itâs right there, just a few more strokes of that delicious dickâ
thatâs when he goes absolutely feral. fucks so hard you start to see stars. so focused on fucking that orgasm right out of you that heâs reduced even himself to nothing but moans and grunts.
at least, until you start to cumâthe instant he feels your walls flutter and gets that sweet cream on his cock, heâs falling apart.
âyes, goddamn, babyâthatâs it, fuckinâ give it tâme. cum all over this cock, you earned it, baby. so fuckinâ goooood, shitâ good girl, thatâs it. let it go, jusâ let it go.â
heâs just so lost in it; lost in your moans, your hot body, your wonderfully sloppy pussy, the way you shake and tremble as you slop up his cock with your pretty eyes rolling back.
qifreyâs so completely wrapped up in you in all ways. so wrapped up, in fact, that he canât find it in himself to stop even when you start to whine and wriggle away, mewling that youâre too sensitive and âqiiiiâââs too much!â
he just keeps fucking, plugging his cock into your sweet pussy just to feel it squeeze and wring him. heâs obsessed with it. wants to feel it and fuck it and make you cum over and over until you simply canât.
heâs simply making up for lost time, you see.
ps: please feel free to clog up my inbox with qifrey thirsts i need this man sb itâs actually debilitating! and i love community thirsting so PLEASE BABES PLEASE!! đ
Summary: Qifrey really shouldn't be bothered. You're a decorated inventor, loved by witches and Unknowings alike. Of course people are drawn to you. Of course that man across the courtyard can't stop talking to you. Of course Qifrey has absolutely no claim over you whatsoever. None at all. The two of you are nothing. Right?
Tags: Jealous Qifrey, Pining, Slow burn, Mutual pining, Unresolved tension, Olruggio is the only sensible one.
Warnings: None, I don't think!
. Ęâ âč . Ę âĄ Ę . âč â Ę.
Qifrey really shouldnât be surprised.Â
Youâre incredible. You were a decorated inventor praised for ground breaking innovations in survival magic. From linked bottles for long-distance communications, to water purification spells, and even a self mapping lantern, you had made ripples in the realm of magicâ no, you had made waves.
So really, Qifrey shouldnât be at all bothered by the sight of a man, no older than himself, engaging animatedly in conversation with you. Afterall, how many times had he sat by and watched you engage in similar exchanges with curious witches and unknowings?Â
How could he fault them? He too was enamored by you.
But still, he couldnât help the slow heat curdling in his stomach at the sight of just how close the pair of you were.Â
Perhaps it was the way you were responding to the man just as passionately, laying a hand over his arm in your own excitement. Or maybe, it was the way your head would tip back in delight at a joke he had said. Not Qifrey, him.
Qifrey leaned against the stone pillar, arms crossed tightly in front of him. He felt his lip curl at the sight of the man leaning in to whisper something in your ear.
Truthfully, Qifrey had no right to be upset. It wasnât as if the pair of you were exclusive.Â
He shook his head.
It wasnât even as if the man you were talking to was making any advances towards you. He was just an Unknowing, infatuated with the idea of magic. How could he blame him for that?
Qifrey breathed deeply in attempts to compose his firing thoughts.Â
Regardless, Qifrey was only here in town to support you. The girls had run off to replenish their supplies with Olruggio and how could he leave you all alone? What would you do if you found yourself stuck in a dreadful conversation with no one to save you?
The sound of your bright laugh pulled Qifrey out of his thoughts. He couldnât help the slow smile that spread onto his face at the sound before he remembered who had drawn that sound from you.
Perhaps it was him that needed saving.
You laughed again, a tinkling sound as you looked away from the man, bashfully. The man grinned at the sight pointing back to your latest invention.Â
Qifrey wondered what he was saying to make you so shy. Presumably complimenting the sheer brilliance of your mind.
He snorted, childishly.
He knew you were brilliant far before any Unknowing did. Is that what you wanted to hear from him? Because he would tell you day in and day out just how brilliant he found you if it meant you would look at him as sweetly as you were to him.
He shook his head, looking down towards his slightly scruffed Sylph shoes.Â
Qifrey was being unfair and he knew it.Â
He wasnât going to say that there was nothing between the two of you because that would be a blatant lie. But had the two of you ever talked about the buzzing tension between you? Had anything been acknowledged?Â
If you asked any of the other inhabitants of the Atelier you would get a resounding no. Honestly, Qifrey was starting to think that your little back and forth dance might be entirely too much tension for poor Tetia.
Still, an embarrassingly large part of Qifrey couldnât help but revel in the feeling of your fleeting gaze meeting his teasingly, or your lingering touches, or your waggling brows when you whisper a slightly sexual innuendo to him, so close to prying ears.
But officially, the pair of you were nothing more than house-matesâ co-workers, even.
Qifrey looked up from his idle feet to find your eyes already trained on him.Â
He blinked.Â
Almost as if you had read his mind you gazed across the courtyard at him through narrowed eyes and a sly grin. The man from before was still talking spiritedly to you, seemingly undeterred by your lack of attention.
Qifrey smiled back, cautiously. He knew that grin. That was the face that greeted him right before he found a broken vase or children running wild in the Atelier.
That was the smile he saw when you were about to tease him.
You turned away from him to look back at the tall man in front of you, though this time, Qifrey could tell you held no interest for what it was he was saying, spurred by a new task.
You nodded, idly, smiling with mock shyness as your hands moved to rest at the curve of his bicep.Â
The man almost inflated under the heat of your affection, puffing out his chest as he kept talking, face resting in a ridiculous smirk that Qifrey would love to just wipe off.
âYouâre really not going to do anything about that?âÂ
Qifrey jumped at the sound of Olruggioâs drawl to the left of the pillar he was leaned on.Â
He clutched his chest, in shock, âWhere did you come from?â
Olruggio shrugged, still staring at you and the man, amused. âThe Starry Sword.â
Qifrey looked down, scanning the ground for four busy-bodied girls.
âThey ran off somewhere.â Olruggio supplied, simply.Â
He nodded his head back to you, casting a sidelong glance at Qifrey, âNow, what are you going to do about that?â
Qifrey leveled him with an unimpressed look, turning back to face you. In the absence of his attention, the manâs hand had traveled to rest at the junction of your hip and waist.Â
Qifrey felt his teeth grit together.Â
âTheyâre a grown witch.â Qifrey grumbled, almost against his will.
âTheyâre your grown witch.âÂ
Qifreyâs eyes widened, cheeks flushing as he rounded on Olruggio.
âTheyâre not my anything!â He spluttered, face reddening.
It was true. You werenât his. But gosh did he wish you were.Â
His flush deepened at his own accusatory thoughts.Â
âThe two of you are hopeless.â He deadpanned, turning to walk back towards the market, âCome find me when you finally come to your senses.â
He paused before turning back to glance at Qifrey once more, âAnd Qifrey? Thereâs something special about them. Make sure you act fast before someone else beats you to it.âÂ
Qifrey stared at the back of Olruggioâs retreating form, contemplatively.
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