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Short drabbles of roughly 500~ words about reader frisking the men with their foot under the table. Lowkey inspired by this drawing I saw. Comments and reblogs would be highly appreciated. And some suggestions for other characters you'd like to see for a part 2 :)
Featuring; Jing Yuan, Il Dottore, Blade and Manato Komano
The Aurum Alley markets were busy as usual as you sat across from Jing Yuan and enjoyed a meal with the General. You sat beneath the shade of a large, red maple tree, eating sweet snacks and sipping on iced tea, the balmy breeze playing with the wisps of your wind swept hair.
You kick your shoes off from beneath you as Jing Yuan’s gaze travelled around the busy street, simply people watching and enjoying the chatter amongst the crowd. You raise your foot and nudge it against the inside of Jung Yuan’s knee, trying to gain his attention as you slowly rubbed your foot over the soft material of his pants.
“Jing Yuan” you softly cooed, a sultry purr breezing past the plush seam of your lips.
He hummed in response as he took a long sip of his tea but he did not meet your gaze, head still turned and chin resting in the upturned palm of his hand as he was distracted. With a gentle roll of your eyes and a soft huff leaving your pouty lips you continued to rub your foot across his knee. When he still did not turn his head, you decided to be a little more bold. Your foot slipped between his legs, slowly slipping along the thick expanse of his muscular thigh. His thighs were easily nudged further apart by the smooth slide of your foot as you continued to travel, until you reached the apex of his thighs. You pressed on the obvious bulge growing in his pants and felt his half hardened cock twitch in response.
“Jing Yuan” you cooed again with a playful lilt.
A loud hum tickled the back of Jing Yuan’s throat, a rush of air spilling over the lip of his cup of iced tea as his attention finally snapped over to you. A smile played on your lips as your long, pretty eyelashes fluttered over the round swell of your warm cheeks. Jing Yuan cocked his head, raising his brow as he gave you a slow smile.
“Hm? Yes, dear?” he asked.
His breath tapered off into a soft hiss that whistled through his teeth as you pressed the heel of your foot into his crotch, his cock stirring beneath his trousers as heat licked at the base of his spine and pooled into the pit of his stomach. He had to place his cup of tea down before he spilled it on himself from your abrupt movements beneath the table. He stared at you beneath hooded lashes, his eyes of molten honey shaded by his fluffy, white mane of hair as he gave you a patient smile. He did not stop your advances as his legs shuffled further apart to make more room for you to comfortably tease him with your foot. You looked like you were having fun teasing his bulge.
“If you keep this up, we may have to cut our lunch date a little short” Jing Yuan purred with a husky whisper.
“Is that a suggestion or a promise, General?” you mused.
“What would you like it to be?” he replied with a toothy smile
The lion was getting ready to pounce.
Il Dottore:
Dottore’s lab always smelled of disinfectant and medicinal salves. It wasn’t the most unpleasant smell and by now, you had gotten quite used to the potent smell. You sat across from the doctor, wringing your fingers in your lap out of boredom as his attention was on the pile of papers in front of him. The scratching of the pen gliding across crisp, white sheets of paper was the only sound to fill the void of silence. Your boredom was starting to reach its peak but a devious little idea sparked in your head as you stared across the table at Dottore.
You silently slipped your feet out of your shoes, your movements slow and calculated as to not alert your partner to what was stirring beneath the table. You shuffle to the edge of your seat, eyes fixed on Dottore and watching for his reaction. So far, there was none as your foot slipped between his parted thighs. The tip of your tongue stuck out from the plush seam of your lips as you concentrated, like you were threading a piece of string through the eye of a needle. You think you managed to inch your foot about halfway up his thigh before you feel the touch of his cold gloves snagging your ankle and stopping you.
Your shoulders jump up to your ears in surprise, a startled noise tickling the back of your throat as your foot was seized and your advance had been halted. The scratching of Dottore’s pen stopped as he tipped his chin up, his attention now on you.
“And where do you think you’re going?” he asked.
You offered him a wobbly smile, your lashes fluttering over the swell of your bashful cheeks. You started to wring your fingers together in your lap again as a nervous little chuckle warbled in your chest. It sounded horrible when you tried to swallow it.
“I…uh…”
A sly smile tilted Dottore’s lip as he cocked his head, a piece of his blue hair falling into his face. He rubbed his thumb over the bone of your ankle as he balanced your foot in the palm of his hand.
“Yes? Didn’t think I’d feel the slide of your foot up my leg?”
He let you go of your foot, allowing you to place it back on the inside of his thigh. You pressed the seam of your plush lips together, your plump skin pursed in thought. You nudged it up his thigh. He didn’t stop you.
“Humour me?” you suggested with a soft lilt to your voice.
He let your foot slide higher up his thigh as he considered your proposal and you took another bold step to test the waters. Your foot slid to his crotch, your heel pressed against the tent in his pants as you felt his cock stir in his trousers. He really considered your proposal now. He hummed in thought.
“I estimate this report to be done in the next ten minutes. You can have your fun until then. But do not test my patience.”
You felt his cock twitch against your foot as you put more pressure on it and Dottore had to bite back the groan that rumbled in the back of his throat.
Ten minutes? You could work with that.
Blade:
You were sitting at the table at home, eating dinner together with Blade when something in your mind told you it would be a good idea to try and tease him.
It started slow as you idly chewed on your food, your bare foot slipping across the floorboards as you raised it between Blade’s knees. He didn’t seem to notice as your old radio played in the background, drowning out the soft pitter patter of rain hitting the windowpane. Your foot slipped between the gap of his thighs as you gently caressed his legs, your toes poking into the skin beneath his long pants. He ignored the first jab but the second time you nudged your foot against the inside of his thigh, a little higher this time, it caught his attention.
His ruby stare flickered down and he spied your foot making its slow ascent up his leg. He watched it for a few more seconds before he dragged his piercing stare back up to your face. His thin lips were pressed into a tight line as you raised a single, dark eyebrow and tipped his head, silently gesturing towards the limb that was currently creeping closer to his crotch. A soft giggle breezed past the plump seam of your lips as you flashed him a coy smile.
“Oh Bladie~” you cooed with a sultry purr.
Your remark did not make a single crack appear in his facade. He just continued to stare at you with that unwavering gaze.
“What?” he asked in response.
Your eyebrow twitched. There wasn’t even a hint of embarrassment on his face nor even his tone of voice. He was quite stoic, so you knew he was going to be a tough nut to crack. Your foot slid up the inside of his thigh, teasing closer to the apex of his thighs as you continued to smile at him. There was still no reaction. Not even when you batted your pretty doe eyes at him and your dark lashes swept across the round swell of your cherub cheeks. A soft hum stirred in your throat as you slipped your foot further and pressed it against his crotch.
You think you heard his breath hitch and catch in his throat, though he looked unfazed. But, you most certainly felt his cock twitch in response to the press of your foot. Your touch ghosted over the seam of his pants as you continued to hum a merry tune, waiting for more cracks to form in Blade’s facade. After a few minutes of prodding and teasing, no more had appeared. Though you could feel his cock throbbing against your foot as you rubbed, he seemed quite unshaken, much to your disappointment. With a wistful sigh, you decided to give up on your little escapade as you started to pull away.
Only to have Blade catch your foot, scarred fingers wrapped around your ankle as he tugged you back. You shot him a quizzical look, every hair on the nape of your neck standing to attention as he pressed your foot back against the tent in his pants. A soft sigh shuddered past his lips when he exhaled, his cock twitching as he rolled his hips and grinds against the arch of your heel. He looked at you with hazy eyes, sweat beading on his forehead as your name sounded like honey on his tongue.
“Don’t stop” he whispered with a husky murmur.
You immediately perked up, heat coiling in the pit of your stomach as your spine tingled with delight. This was the kind of reaction you had been hoping for.
Manato Komano:
Manato’s shoulders tensed when he felt your dainty foot slip between the broad expanse of his muscular thighs. His ears flickered back with a soft shudder as your foot poked his knee, teasing at first, before slipping higher up his thigh. You were sitting across from him, plump body sinking into the soft cushions of your seat.
The diner wasn’t very crowded today but there were enough people here to make Manato’s nerves twitch with a hint of trepidation. It was a little too public for his liking but it was hard for him to deny you when your foot kept rubbing up the inside of his thigh so tantalisingly. A soft giggle breezed past the plush seam of your lips as you cooed his name softly.
“Manato~”
His ears pricked forward at the sound of your honey sweet voice, his tail swishing behind him as your foot crept higher up his thigh. He covered your foot with his hand, not that anyone would really be able to see what your foot was doing between his legs with his bulky frame and muscular physique. His throat bobbed when he swallowed thickly, his eyes hazy and unfocused as he stared at you from across the table.
“Y-Yes?” he asked.
The light stammer in his voice only made your blood simmer with elation. The big, bad, scary Manato looked quite eager to have your foot stirring between his thighs as you pressed your heels against the large, impressive bulge in his pants. You cooed his name again and his tail was starting to whip up a storm behind him as it clearly signalled his excited mood. You sighed in awe as you traced your foot along the twitching bulge of his cock straining inside his pants and you couldn’t help but giggle when you felt a little wet spot already soaking into the material. His cock was already weeping with pre-cum and you had barely done anything. You continued to rile him up further, poking his bulge and adding fuel to the fire as you watched his face erupt with heat and he struggled to keep his composure.
“Already this hard baby?” you whispered, soft enough that only his sharp, Thiren hearing was able to pick it up.
He followed the sultry movements of your plump lips, his sharp teeth already itching to bite into your pillowy soft skin. His leg bounced when you applied more pressure, almost slamming into the underside of the table as a sharp breath whistled through his clenched teeth. His eyebrow twitched dangerously as he softly growled your name. You gave him a smile in response.
“Do you want me to stop?” you asked.
He did not respond to you immediately, too focused on the way your foot slid down the length of his hard cock and the friction his pants caused as it sparked pleasure over the fat head of his caged cock. With a wistful sigh, you started to retract your foot. Only for Manato to desperately grab onto it, a noise of protest rumbling in the back of his throat as he scrambled to put your foot back where it had been pressed against.
“No” he protested. “Don’t stop.”
His tail was nearly thrashing behind him now as he rolled his hips, practically humping your foot now as he pressed it back up against the twitching bulge of his cock and rutted against it like an animal in heat. You placed your chin in the upturned palm of your hand, elbow resting on the table as you simply watched Manato continue to work himself up.
Short drabbles of roughly 500~ words about reader frisking the men with their foot under the table. Lowkey inspired by this drawing I saw. Comments and reblogs would be highly appreciated. And some suggestions for other characters you'd like to see for a part 2 :)
Featuring; Jing Yuan, Il Dottore, Blade and Manato Komano
The Aurum Alley markets were busy as usual as you sat across from Jing Yuan and enjoyed a meal with the General. You sat beneath the shade of a large, red maple tree, eating sweet snacks and sipping on iced tea, the balmy breeze playing with the wisps of your wind swept hair.
You kick your shoes off from beneath you as Jing Yuan’s gaze travelled around the busy street, simply people watching and enjoying the chatter amongst the crowd. You raise your foot and nudge it against the inside of Jung Yuan’s knee, trying to gain his attention as you slowly rubbed your foot over the soft material of his pants.
“Jing Yuan” you softly cooed, a sultry purr breezing past the plush seam of your lips.
He hummed in response as he took a long sip of his tea but he did not meet your gaze, head still turned and chin resting in the upturned palm of his hand as he was distracted. With a gentle roll of your eyes and a soft huff leaving your pouty lips you continued to rub your foot across his knee. When he still did not turn his head, you decided to be a little more bold. Your foot slipped between his legs, slowly slipping along the thick expanse of his muscular thigh. His thighs were easily nudged further apart by the smooth slide of your foot as you continued to travel, until you reached the apex of his thighs. You pressed on the obvious bulge growing in his pants and felt his half hardened cock twitch in response.
“Jing Yuan” you cooed again with a playful lilt.
A loud hum tickled the back of Jing Yuan’s throat, a rush of air spilling over the lip of his cup of iced tea as his attention finally snapped over to you. A smile played on your lips as your long, pretty eyelashes fluttered over the round swell of your warm cheeks. Jing Yuan cocked his head, raising his brow as he gave you a slow smile.
“Hm? Yes, dear?” he asked.
His breath tapered off into a soft hiss that whistled through his teeth as you pressed the heel of your foot into his crotch, his cock stirring beneath his trousers as heat licked at the base of his spine and pooled into the pit of his stomach. He had to place his cup of tea down before he spilled it on himself from your abrupt movements beneath the table. He stared at you beneath hooded lashes, his eyes of molten honey shaded by his fluffy, white mane of hair as he gave you a patient smile. He did not stop your advances as his legs shuffled further apart to make more room for you to comfortably tease him with your foot. You looked like you were having fun teasing his bulge.
“If you keep this up, we may have to cut our lunch date a little short” Jing Yuan purred with a husky whisper.
“Is that a suggestion or a promise, General?” you mused.
“What would you like it to be?” he replied with a toothy smile
The lion was getting ready to pounce.
Il Dottore:
Dottore’s lab always smelled of disinfectant and medicinal salves. It wasn’t the most unpleasant smell and by now, you had gotten quite used to the potent smell. You sat across from the doctor, wringing your fingers in your lap out of boredom as his attention was on the pile of papers in front of him. The scratching of the pen gliding across crisp, white sheets of paper was the only sound to fill the void of silence. Your boredom was starting to reach its peak but a devious little idea sparked in your head as you stared across the table at Dottore.
You silently slipped your feet out of your shoes, your movements slow and calculated as to not alert your partner to what was stirring beneath the table. You shuffle to the edge of your seat, eyes fixed on Dottore and watching for his reaction. So far, there was none as your foot slipped between his parted thighs. The tip of your tongue stuck out from the plush seam of your lips as you concentrated, like you were threading a piece of string through the eye of a needle. You think you managed to inch your foot about halfway up his thigh before you feel the touch of his cold gloves snagging your ankle and stopping you.
Your shoulders jump up to your ears in surprise, a startled noise tickling the back of your throat as your foot was seized and your advance had been halted. The scratching of Dottore’s pen stopped as he tipped his chin up, his attention now on you.
“And where do you think you’re going?” he asked.
You offered him a wobbly smile, your lashes fluttering over the swell of your bashful cheeks. You started to wring your fingers together in your lap again as a nervous little chuckle warbled in your chest. It sounded horrible when you tried to swallow it.
“I…uh…”
A sly smile tilted Dottore’s lip as he cocked his head, a piece of his blue hair falling into his face. He rubbed his thumb over the bone of your ankle as he balanced your foot in the palm of his hand.
“Yes? Didn’t think I’d feel the slide of your foot up my leg?”
He let you go of your foot, allowing you to place it back on the inside of his thigh. You pressed the seam of your plush lips together, your plump skin pursed in thought. You nudged it up his thigh. He didn’t stop you.
“Humour me?” you suggested with a soft lilt to your voice.
He let your foot slide higher up his thigh as he considered your proposal and you took another bold step to test the waters. Your foot slid to his crotch, your heel pressed against the tent in his pants as you felt his cock stir in his trousers. He really considered your proposal now. He hummed in thought.
“I estimate this report to be done in the next ten minutes. You can have your fun until then. But do not test my patience.”
You felt his cock twitch against your foot as you put more pressure on it and Dottore had to bite back the groan that rumbled in the back of his throat.
Ten minutes? You could work with that.
Blade:
You were sitting at the table at home, eating dinner together with Blade when something in your mind told you it would be a good idea to try and tease him.
It started slow as you idly chewed on your food, your bare foot slipping across the floorboards as you raised it between Blade’s knees. He didn’t seem to notice as your old radio played in the background, drowning out the soft pitter patter of rain hitting the windowpane. Your foot slipped between the gap of his thighs as you gently caressed his legs, your toes poking into the skin beneath his long pants. He ignored the first jab but the second time you nudged your foot against the inside of his thigh, a little higher this time, it caught his attention.
His ruby stare flickered down and he spied your foot making its slow ascent up his leg. He watched it for a few more seconds before he dragged his piercing stare back up to your face. His thin lips were pressed into a tight line as you raised a single, dark eyebrow and tipped his head, silently gesturing towards the limb that was currently creeping closer to his crotch. A soft giggle breezed past the plump seam of your lips as you flashed him a coy smile.
“Oh Bladie~” you cooed with a sultry purr.
Your remark did not make a single crack appear in his facade. He just continued to stare at you with that unwavering gaze.
“What?” he asked in response.
Your eyebrow twitched. There wasn’t even a hint of embarrassment on his face nor even his tone of voice. He was quite stoic, so you knew he was going to be a tough nut to crack. Your foot slid up the inside of his thigh, teasing closer to the apex of his thighs as you continued to smile at him. There was still no reaction. Not even when you batted your pretty doe eyes at him and your dark lashes swept across the round swell of your cherub cheeks. A soft hum stirred in your throat as you slipped your foot further and pressed it against his crotch.
You think you heard his breath hitch and catch in his throat, though he looked unfazed. But, you most certainly felt his cock twitch in response to the press of your foot. Your touch ghosted over the seam of his pants as you continued to hum a merry tune, waiting for more cracks to form in Blade’s facade. After a few minutes of prodding and teasing, no more had appeared. Though you could feel his cock throbbing against your foot as you rubbed, he seemed quite unshaken, much to your disappointment. With a wistful sigh, you decided to give up on your little escapade as you started to pull away.
Only to have Blade catch your foot, scarred fingers wrapped around your ankle as he tugged you back. You shot him a quizzical look, every hair on the nape of your neck standing to attention as he pressed your foot back against the tent in his pants. A soft sigh shuddered past his lips when he exhaled, his cock twitching as he rolled his hips and grinds against the arch of your heel. He looked at you with hazy eyes, sweat beading on his forehead as your name sounded like honey on his tongue.
“Don’t stop” he whispered with a husky murmur.
You immediately perked up, heat coiling in the pit of your stomach as your spine tingled with delight. This was the kind of reaction you had been hoping for.
Manato Komano:
Manato’s shoulders tensed when he felt your dainty foot slip between the broad expanse of his muscular thighs. His ears flickered back with a soft shudder as your foot poked his knee, teasing at first, before slipping higher up his thigh. You were sitting across from him, plump body sinking into the soft cushions of your seat.
The diner wasn’t very crowded today but there were enough people here to make Manato’s nerves twitch with a hint of trepidation. It was a little too public for his liking but it was hard for him to deny you when your foot kept rubbing up the inside of his thigh so tantalisingly. A soft giggle breezed past the plush seam of your lips as you cooed his name softly.
“Manato~”
His ears pricked forward at the sound of your honey sweet voice, his tail swishing behind him as your foot crept higher up his thigh. He covered your foot with his hand, not that anyone would really be able to see what your foot was doing between his legs with his bulky frame and muscular physique. His throat bobbed when he swallowed thickly, his eyes hazy and unfocused as he stared at you from across the table.
“Y-Yes?” he asked.
The light stammer in his voice only made your blood simmer with elation. The big, bad, scary Manato looked quite eager to have your foot stirring between his thighs as you pressed your heels against the large, impressive bulge in his pants. You cooed his name again and his tail was starting to whip up a storm behind him as it clearly signalled his excited mood. You sighed in awe as you traced your foot along the twitching bulge of his cock straining inside his pants and you couldn’t help but giggle when you felt a little wet spot already soaking into the material. His cock was already weeping with pre-cum and you had barely done anything. You continued to rile him up further, poking his bulge and adding fuel to the fire as you watched his face erupt with heat and he struggled to keep his composure.
“Already this hard baby?” you whispered, soft enough that only his sharp, Thiren hearing was able to pick it up.
He followed the sultry movements of your plump lips, his sharp teeth already itching to bite into your pillowy soft skin. His leg bounced when you applied more pressure, almost slamming into the underside of the table as a sharp breath whistled through his clenched teeth. His eyebrow twitched dangerously as he softly growled your name. You gave him a smile in response.
“Do you want me to stop?” you asked.
He did not respond to you immediately, too focused on the way your foot slid down the length of his hard cock and the friction his pants caused as it sparked pleasure over the fat head of his caged cock. With a wistful sigh, you started to retract your foot. Only for Manato to desperately grab onto it, a noise of protest rumbling in the back of his throat as he scrambled to put your foot back where it had been pressed against.
“No” he protested. “Don’t stop.”
His tail was nearly thrashing behind him now as he rolled his hips, practically humping your foot now as he pressed it back up against the twitching bulge of his cock and rutted against it like an animal in heat. You placed your chin in the upturned palm of your hand, elbow resting on the table as you simply watched Manato continue to work himself up.
Currently gnawing on the bars of my enclosure cause I need to talk about some smutty writing prompts, I need inspiration and I want to yap about ideas about so many different characters ahhhhhh
Riding Phainon's cock nice, deep and slow, his hands on your pudgy hips as you slowly bounce and he looks up at you like you put the stars in the night sky
Riding Phainon's cock nice, deep and slow, his hands on your pudgy hips as you slowly bounce and he looks up at you like you put the stars in the night sky
Tartagalia has an oral fixation and is obsessed with having his mouth on your fat tits. He loves licking, sucking and biting your nipples so much you're convinced he is trying to get milk out of them as he kneads your plump tits with the rough, calloused palms of his hands.
Tartagalia has an oral fixation and is obsessed with having his mouth on your fat tits. He loves licking, sucking and biting your nipples so much you're convinced he is trying to get milk out of them as he kneads your plump tits with the rough, calloused palms of his hands.
Being squished between Moonttore and Datattore, both of them twice your size and manhandling you like you weigh nothing as they fuck your chubby pussy and delight in the way you squirm between them
Guys, I am cooking and nowhere near fucking done XD But my god this is so self indulgent and I am loving it right now. Hope you are looking forward to it, encouragement would be appreciated <3
Being squished between Moonttore and Datattore, both of them twice your size and manhandling you like you weigh nothing as they fuck your chubby pussy and delight in the way you squirm between them
Currently gnawing on the bars of my enclosure cause I need to talk about some smutty writing prompts, I need inspiration and I want to yap about ideas about so many different characters ahhhhhh
Astra Yao giving you big, puppy dog eyes as she asks you to "pleasepleaseplease" sit on her face and squish her head between your chubby thighs and fat pussy
