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[SDV] Bachelors x Masturbation Habits

Summary: Anons do a good job of explaining what's going on here!

Warning(s): [Unestablished Relationship(Reader and Bachelors are more so fuck-buddies than in a relationship)], 50:50 porn and plot (Kinda-ish?), Shane x Emily content / Sam x Sebastian content (Sam and Sebastian actually masturbate together while Shane thinks of Emily while touching himself), Rough sex, Alex fucks someone else while thinking of you, Mutual Masturbation, Degradation (Shane's part), Overstimulation, Lots of "Touching yourself in front of someone else" content in here, Heavy Teasing in Harvey's solo part, Some good ol' fashioned Throat-Fucking in Alex's part.

Side Note(s): This took way longer than I expected— sorry for the wait, folks!

Now, for me to get down to business and pump out a Balor smut fic, a ZZZ fic, and then back to the program.

Elliot

[No Relationship]

I'm going to kickstart this list off by saying— Elliot is definitely the type of guy to be really breathless when he masturbates. Tons of heavy breathing and having a really hard time overall focusing on the material he's using to jerk off to when he starts getting into the moment.

I'm talking shaky book in one hand while the other is slowly rubbing his cock, particularly with a focus on rubbing the underside of his cock just underneath the cockhead.

Speaking of material to jerk off to by the way— I can't see him using traditional(?) media as something to jerk off to? Erotica, maybe even a spicy audiobook, are more of his go-tos as I can see him being the type to like the build-up and the slow-rising tension before diving into the actual sex.

However, the build-up is enough to jog his imagination tbh. Once that's done, he's able to take care of the rest from there via fisting himself to what's going on inside his head.

♡ - "F-Fuck..." Elliot whimpered breathlessly to the ceiling of his cabin, throwing his head back against the pillow as he lazily rubbed his aching dick up and down while his other hand struggled to keep a firm hold on his book.

He couldn't quite place why he had been feeling so pent up lately. Maybe it was his tendency to be a hermit inside his cabin, starting to get the better of him, or perhaps a deeper longing to have a connection with another. Whatever the reason was, as he blinked away his tears of budding pleasure from his eyes to better focus on the words, mentally painting a picture in his head and inserting himself in the process. Each slow drag of his hand up and down his dick made his breath catch in his throat as he reached the part where the woman in the novel began to suck off her lover.

'She winked at her lover coyly as she gently slid her hands down her abdomen, kissing her way down until she reached the zipper of his pants and steadily began to tug them down...'

"S-Shit..." A shaky groan left his lips as his heart thrummed against his ribcage even fiercer, chasing the lewd image in his head with a desperate fervor as he sped up his ministrations on himself, lewd slick noises beginning to emit from his twitching cock from the amount of pre-cum that dripped down from the tip. He spread his legs further apart, planting the balls of his feet more firmly against his bed as he started to thrust up into his hand with more purpose, his free hand reaching down to start caressing his balls.

'So pretty, my love...the woman spoke to her lover, placing an appreciative kiss against the underside of his cock before she began to gently take him into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks as she took as much as she could into her mouth before wrapping her hands around the rest of his length.'

Elliot felt terrible about the image that began to creep into his mind.

You.

The new farmer who hadn't even been in Pelican Town for an entire week before they had already managed to embed themself into his mind! Elliot thought you were the sweetest being alive, someone who looked up at him with such innocence and kindness that it made his heart clench! Yet...as more moans left his lips, his needy thrusts up into his hand, making more and more pre-cum leave the slit of his cockhead as he chased after the blurry figure in his head, matching the pace as to what he thought the woman in his novel would take, until the figure slowly looked more and more like you. The mix of burning shame and undeniable pleasure made his mind spin as he, at first, quietly called out your name before it started to become bolder, louder.

"S-So good, my love—" He was glad that he had pulled the curtains on his window down, concealing his filthy actions.

His chest heaved up and down as his thrusts began to stutter in their pace, his toes curling and clenching the bedsheets as he tightened his grip on his balls as well as his cock, more praises towards the image of you in his head slipped from his lips. "Y/N...Y/N—!" His breath nearly choked up in his throat as he climbed closer and closer to his impending orgasm. As if he were suddenly under the influence of a spell, as the slick sounds of his hand moving up and down his cock echoed throughout the tiny space of his cabin, Elliot could have almost sworn that he could've imagined the way that you would've personally stroked his cock.

He imagined your soft hands slowly wrapping around the base of his dick, your plump lips kissing along the side of his sex with a particular focus on the prominent vein that ran up the side. Each imagination of your hand curling or clenching slightly around his cock made his dick jump in his grip, more breathless moans and shaky groans escaping his throat until he suddenly fucked up into his hand one last time before stilling completely. The sheer pleasurable relief of his orgasm nearly knocked the poor writer unconscious as the warmth of his hand spilled over his hand and onto his bare stomach.

Elliot sat still for a few more long moments before he relaxed against the bed with a deep sigh. Your sweet form lingered in his mind for a little while longer before disappearing from his mind, leaving nothing more than emptiness behind his eyes and the slow-rising feeling of guilt as Elliot opened his eyes to the emptiness of his room. He supposed...this may have been a better sign than anything else to take the time to step out from his cabin more often.

Even if it was in the hopes of being able to speak to you and see you more, rather than relying on his guilty wet dreams.

[In Relationship]

Oh, he's definitely willing to either masturbate in front of you or with you. (assuming you're comfortable with it, ofc)

However, although he fancies a bit of mutual masturbation from time to time, I feel like Elliot's the type to prefer outright fucking you rather than teasing and touching himself to you. After all...you're right in front of him!

However, if you tell him that you possess a kink for him touching himself in front of you. He's more than willing to do it as many times as necessary to keep you happy and satiated.

Breathless moans and quiet pleas for you to let him fuck you, and all.

So, hear me out on this thought, you're bold enough to admit the kink, and Elliot obliges in touching himself in front of you. However, the sight of you standing before him and gently rubbing your clit? It's wayyyyyy too irresistible, he just couldn't help himself any longer!

Sure, he'll touch himself to you, but he's not missing out on the opportunity to make you cum on his mouth either.

♡ - You released a soft moan as you looked down at Elliot. "So pretty..." leaving your lips almost in reverence at the sight before you. Elliot looked soooo good sitting neatly on his knees, stroking his cock while his eyes were practically glued to your bare, sopping wet pussy.

Elliot could almost taste you.

One single move of his head and he would've been able to stick his tongue right in between your folds, drinking in all of your essence like a man starved. But...he didn't, you had asked him so nicely to touch himself in front of you! Such sweet pleas practically made him a willing slave, eager and happy to fulfill any request you may have given him. Which is exactly how he ended up in this situation now, on his knees and looking up at you through his lashes, when he was capable of tearing his eyes away from your cunt that is.

And despite you being the one looking down on him. You were almost...jealous? Your cunt twitched and clenched around nothing as you watched a single slip of drool fall from the corner of his mouth, as if he were a starving dog being teased with a piece of steak. "Your pussy looks so delicious, my love." Elliot softly moaned, having to squeeze his cock to keep himself from cumming too early as he worshipped your pussy with his yearning eyes.

You blushed at the compliment, your grip on your skirt growing shakier as you began to struggle keeping it hitched up for Elliot's greedy gaze. The only thought that ran through your mind was how much you wanted Elliot to eat you out, to lick the trails of slick that leaked from your pussy and down the insides of your thighs clean. "You're leaking even more, dear." Elliot suddenly added on, his eyes looking up at you as he released his tightened grip on his dick to resume his ministrations once more. His eyes darkened with hazy lust. "What's going on in your head?" Slowly, he brought himself closer to you, resting the side of his cheek against your thigh, his moans growing even more breathless as he breathed in the scent of your heady sex.

"N-Nothing—Ahh..." You couldn't even complete your half-assed lie, especially when Elliot started to press kisses to your thigh, groaning at the softness of your plush thighs touching his lips. "N-Nothing!" You forced yourself to finish.

"...Really?" Elliot smirked against your skin. You flinched when he suddenly nipped at your skin lightly. "Your pussy is practically crying, my dear..." He whispered, one of his hands sneakily wrapping itself around the back of your thigh to pull you closer to his body. The feeling of his throbbing cock twitching against your leg made you want to clench your thighs together, your eyes widening ever so slightly when you felt Elliot begin to rub and hump your leg as if he were some beast in heat! Safe to say...you couldn't help the urge to try and bring a hand down to rub your aching clit, the hot throbbing feeling between your legs nearly driving you insane until—your lover suddenly grabbed your hand, frowning as if it had personally offended him.

"Don't." The word was a mix between pleasing and a command. His grip on your wrist tightened for a brief moment until he released you and brought his head closer to your pussy. Your hips bucked at the sight, Elliot quickly jerking his head back with a cocky smirk that looked absolutely sinful on his otherwise graceful and gentle features. "You're supposed to be watching me touch myself, my love. Just like you asked me to..." Your mouth unconsciously dropped a little at the whine in his voice. "That means... no touching yourself."

You couldn't help the frown that steadily crept onto your features. "What...?" You murmured incredulously. "Please—"

Elliot nipped at your thigh again as he slowly resumed rubbing himself against your leg. "Patience." He told you, a shaky groan escaping his throat as he began to feel his balls tighten. You were so horny that you felt as if you could've come untouched, the feeling of Elliot's hard cock dragging up and down your leg, leaving trails of his sticky pre-cum against your skin, making you nearly weep from how much you wanted to be touched! It was almost painful, the sheer amount of lust running throughout your veins making your mind nearly spin in a circle as your chest began to heave up and down at the dirty sight before you. Elliot's eyes were glued on you as he continued to leave marks and kisses on your thigh, chuckling every now and again when you tried to sweetly beg him again and again and again.

It was only when your hands had gently entangled themselves into his hair that he felt the last bits of his resolve crack like glass against concrete. "Elliot—" You pushily guided his head back in front of your cunt, your skirt now having fallen over your sex. However, with how much of your juices were dribbling down the insides of your thighs...your skirt was doing a poor job at concealing just how turned on you were, and just how much your body was craving his touch. "—Please..." You whispered. "I-I need it...your tongue, your fingers, anything—Fuck!" Your scream tore from your mouth suddenly when Elliot pushed his head to your covered pussy, throwing your head back as you felt your lover's tongue lick at your clit through your skirt.

The taste of you made his cock jump against his leg, his humping against your leg growing ever more fervent as he whispered dirty praises against your pussy. "My love..." Elliot murmured, his hand flicking up your skirt to reveal your bare pussy to his eyes again before he licked a long stripe starting from your clit and all the way back to your entrance.

You didn't even have time to gasp, much less moan, before Elliot wrapped his lips around your throbbing clit, practically stealing your breath away as he sucked the aching bundle of nerves. If it weren't for your grip on your lover's hair...as well as the way he kept his arm firmly wrapped around your thigh, you could've sworn that you would've fallen backwards and onto the floor! Your legs were so wobbly that you feared that you could've fallen any second, yet each time it seemed like you would...Elliot only tightened his hold on you even more while both pushing his head further into your cunt and sucking your clit even harder.

"E-Elliot—!" You whined out to the ceiling. "Feels so good...shit!"

He smirked against your pussy at your praises, the reverberating feeling of his groans as he sped up his rubbing against your leg, making the knot in the pit of your stomach get tighter and tighter until you were growing desperate for an orgasm. "Yoba..." Elliot managed to murmur in both awe and sheer desire when you began to rub your pussy against his face, taking a particular focus on rubbing your clit against the bridge of his nose as Elliot simply sat there and took all of what you had to give him.

Every little moan, every little whine, or how you gripped his hair a little too tightly. The way you both begged for him to drag his tongue through your folds harder, faster, while also forcing his head to keep still and endure your treatment of him!

Elliot could hardly get enough.

His hands gripped your thighs even tighter as you breathed out "C-Cumming...oh fuck...Elliot—" Your words were constantly interrupted by your moaning, the writer moaning desperately against your cunt as your grip on his hair tightened just a littleee bit more until...you climaxed against his face. Lewd slurping noises emitted from your pussy as Elliot groaned at the overflow of your taste on his tongue, his hips only managing a few more weak rubs against your leg before he stilled with a moan against your cunt as he felt ropes of his cum shoot from his cock, painting both the wooden floor as well as a little of your leg as his cock began to soften in time with him drinking in the last streams of your cum before parting from your pussy with a quick desperate intake of air.

With his grip on your legs now weakened, Elliot wasted no time gathering the rest of his strength to quickly guide your body to lie down on his bed behind you. A weak yet satisfied hum leaving your lips at the comforting feeling of your body hitting the cool sheet of your bed before you cracked your eyes open to look at Elliot through blurry vision, eyes still hazy with both pleasure and desire as Elliot wasted no time to lie in bed with you with a satisfied hum of his own.

For a while...he'd let you gather your strength and have a well-deserved break. But afterward...he believed that he's more than earned his reward of being able to fuck you.

Sebastian

[No Relationship]

Okay, so I had to think hard about this but— for shits n' giggles. I'm going to go with two possible options for a maidenless Sebastian.

If he's horny but not that horny, then he's definitely jerking it to a pretty video game character on his computer, OR good ol' fashioned hentai. I can see him being the type to search up something random on Twitter and jerking off to that, it doesn't have to be from his favorite anime or anything, just a pretty girl (or guy), and he's good to go.

The same applies to a video game character as well.

However, option two would only apply if he's super desperate and can't bear the feeling of his hand anymore, and wants something more.

How convenient that a freaky blonde and a good ol' misuse of the "bro code"/"dude it's not gay, we have our socks on" are right down the road from him.

A couple of blushing confessions later, along the lines of "It...it just doesn't feel the same anymore when I do it."

"I need something more, please help me."

"It's not gay so long as you just give me a handjob, man! Don't suck it!"

I read a BL once with this same premise, so this is mainly inspired by that

♡ - "Shit, Sebs...you really needed this, didn't you?" Sam murmured into his ear as he sat behind him, his lips nearly kissing the shell of the recluse's ear as his baby blues were intensely glued to how his best friend's dick practically cried for him.

But Sebastian couldn't help how his body reacted!

He couldn't help how shaky moans slipped from his kiss-swollen lips at the way Sam's palm repeatedly rolled over the head of his cock, in combination with the lewd feeling of Sam's dick twitching against his back. He desperately tried not to focus on how big it felt, how this entire scenario was so hot that it nearly brought him to tears. Not out of anything romantic, of course...just simply because of the feeling of pure relief.

His own hand just wasn't cutting it anymore, fucking his hand to lewd drawings of manga women or certain videogame characters. It was pathetic and it was driving him nuts, how one moment he'd be as hard as a rock, teetering on the line of orgasmic bliss before...it would all be swept away in a moment's notice. Leaving him blue-balled and almost too frustrated to go to sleep! And when he reached the point of beginning to consider Sam...he wasn't rushing to ask his friend to stroke his cock either.

For a while, he felt bad. Sam was his best friend. The one he grew up with, yet the more he thought about it...the more he couldn't get the idea of Sam stroking his dick, encouraging him to cum— "What are you thinkin' about?" The blonde suddenly said to him, snapping Sebastian out of his thoughts as he could almost hear the smirk that began to creep onto the blonde's lips. "N-Nothing!" Sebastian weakly hissed to him.

Sam pouted, gently tightening his grip around his friend's cock in response. The needy whine that left Sebastian's lips, making Sam bite his lips to suppress himself from cumming against his friend's back like some desperate virgin! "Clearly not," He said. "You're twitching even more, man!" Damn, he thought. He was beginning to wish that he had suggested that he and Sebastian had rubbed their cocks together instead. As much as he loved stroking his best friend's dick, watching his poor friend struggle between being noisy or keeping his mouth tightly sealed...the idea of his cum painting Sebastian's abdomen was becoming more and more appealing to him.

But...he couldn't suggest that.

Not when his friend had come to him asking for help just to get off! Nothing else.

And he'd do just that. "I-I'm not—Sammmm...!" The blonde smirked at the desperate cry of his name, causing him to speed up his ministrations even more as his smirk grew even more. "Fuckfuckfuck! W-Wait..." Sebastian interrupted himself with a moan, his hand shooting to grab at Sam's wrist, hardly making the blonde slow down much less pause in his actions as his thighs began to twitch in anticipation of his orgasm. "D-Don't—"

"Don't tell me you're about to cum already, Sebs." Sam teasingly mocked the recluse. "That's why you're so pent-up...this body's greedy for more than just one round, huh?" Sam laughed breathlessly in Sebastian's ear when he shook his head. His friend could lie as much as he wanted to, but he knew him, he knew from one glance...knew based on the way that Sebastian was talking to him about how he couldn't make himself cum to the sight of his little video game characters or manga characters anymore...he needed something new. Something to satiate his body that was only used to being pleasured for a few minutes before he'd cum once and turn over to go to sleep.

More than anything else, Sam was determined to provide that experience and get him addicted.

"S-Sam..." Sebastian threw his head back against the blonde's shoulder, a drawn-out groan dragging out of his chest as he began to buck his hips in tune with Sam's movements. Sam encouraged it, rewarding the recluse with speedier movements as the blonde began to rub himself against Sebastian's back. Something that Sebastian gasped at as he turned his head to look at his friend with a weak glare. "The hell...?" He murmured. "Don't rub yourself against me, that's—"

"Gay?" Sam finished for him with a roll of his eyes. For him personally, the blonde couldn't care less about what was 'gay' or 'straight'. All he knew was that the two of them were feeling good right now, his friend needed help cumming and he was determined to do just that. Sam then chuckled. "You're literally fucking my hand, man. I don't think there's room for that anymore, is there?"

"Y-Yes, there is!" He huffed. "I just needed help cumming, nothing else—mmHMPH?!" The blonde quickly shut his friend up by smashing his lips against Sebastian's. His friend's eyes widened to the size of the moon itself as Sam's hand suddenly sped up to a pace that his bucking hips couldn't keep up with, every moan and groan of his friend's name being drowned out by the lewd squelching noises and their kissing. The feeling of their tongues licking against one another...the minty taste of Sam's mouth and how he made his pleasure clear via groans and soft moans of Sebastian's name against his lips. Sebastian clenched the blonde's wrist even tighter as he felt his balls draw up even tighter, the pleasure growing so impossibly hot that he could've sworn he was burning alive before...the tightness in his balls, the knot inside the pit of his gut...it all burst at once.

"S-Sammm—!" Sebastian cried out into the blonde's mouth, Sam drinking up every moan and cry greedily as he continued stroking his friend through his explosive orgasm. The feeling of his hot cum spilling out onto his hand made Sam twitch even harder against his friend's backside as one eye cracked open to look at the mess he was responsible for.

Trails of Sebastian's orgasm had managed to make it onto his stomach and a little bit of his hoodie that was drawn up to reveal his chest and pert nipples. Weak ropes of cum still shooting out from his friend's cockhead until he felt his dick begin to soften in his hand. And yet...still, Sam didn't dare to stop; instead...he only kept the same pace. Fast and unforgiving, greedy even as he was desperate to see Sebastian cum again and again until he was satisfied. It was only when Sebastian began to whine from overstimulation did Sam took his lips from Sebastian's.

"S-Sam...!" Sebastian cried. "S-Sensitive—"

"Aww...sensitive?" Sam whispered, his free hand sliding up to grip Sebastian's chest, flicking his nipple and eliciting a jump from Sebastian's cock. "Just hold out, Sebs...it'll feel reaalllll good in a second." The confusion that began to swim around in Sebastian's eyes was cute, Sam thought. "F-Feels...weird...!" Sebastian groaned, Sam quickly wrapping his arm around Sebastian's torso to keep him locked in close to his chest as he made sure to keep looking over his friend's shoulder, working up his soft cock back to being hard again while pre-cum began to bead at the tip once more.

The lewd cries and moans made the blonde want to bully his friend even more...to make him cum so hard to the point that Sebastian either blacked out or became addicted to his hand. And Sam had little to no shame about the even dirtier thoughts that started to float around inside his head as his friend once again threw his head back onto his shoulder to let out another whorish moan. "Fuuckkk..." The blonde whispered.

He wanted to fuck him.

He wanted to pin his friend down onto his sheets soooooo badly, and fuck him to the point he became addicted to his cock. He could hardly believe that his friend was still tolerating him fisting his cock as he was! With the way Sebastian was clinging onto him like a lifeline, Sam imagined that the thought of allowing him to fuck him had crossed his mind maybe once or twice...but, he'd be patient and sit still.

After all, Sebastian had reached a point where fucking his own hand had become boring...he was certain that one day he'd come crawling back and bend himself over his bed, begging for the blonde to guide his thick dick inside his ass. "So cute, Sebastian, how does it feel being worked up to cum a second time?"

He was met with only needy groans and whines.

Cute, but...it wasn't an answer to his question.

And the moment that he slowed his hand down, Sebastian took a few long seconds to gather himself before looking back at Sam with the most adorable expression. Wide n' wet eyes and his mouth opening and closing like a gasping fish. "W-Why did you—"

The blonde rolled his eyes. "Stop?" Sam finished for him. "Answer my question, Sebs! It's rude not to answer someone...especially when they're taking care of such a needy cock." He resumed his ministrations once more, Sebastian immediately whining and bucking his hips back up as he both caused the pleasure as well as tried to escape the electrifying feeling. "S-Sam...!" He whined. "Feels weird...I-I can't—"

"You can." Sam urged, holding him tighter. He brought his lips up to Sebastian's ear, gently pressing his lips against the outer shell. "You've already come over my hand once...we're pretty much over any boundaries, right?" Sam whispered before his free hand reached to Sebastian's cock. Suddenly, he roughly gripped the base of his friend's cock before he rubbed the palm of his other hand over Sebastian's cockhead repeatedly. The blinding feeling left Sebastian screaming, shouts and moans of Sam's name echoing and bouncing off the walls and making Sebastian suddenly more thankful that Sam's family was out for a couple of hours, blinding hot tears beginning to cascade down his red cheeks as his hips weakly bucked up into Sam's palm, his pre-cum beginning to come out thinner and thinner...more water-like much to Sam's amusement as he continued to smirk and laugh against Sebastian's ear. "Fuuuckk..." He whispered. "Don't tell me you're about to squirt?" He teasingly said. "'Cause that's what girls do, man...my hand feels so good that you're willing to be all girly for me?"

Sebastian could only manage another weak moan before a sharp squirting sound pierced the air. Ropes and ropes of thin, watery cum shooting against Sam's palm before he tore his hand away to stare wide-eyed at the deliciously lewd sight as his friend's cum shot up and onto his chest, splattering his chest and stomach in his squirt.

Sam quickly gripped the base of his cock again, the burning feeling of blue-balling himself at such a dirty sight making him inwardly curse himself out...but, it was more than worth it as Sam gently guided Sebastian to quickly lay on his stomach, guiding his ass up for Sam to better rub himself against the crack of his friend's ass. "S-Sammm..." Sebastian drawled out tiredly.

"Sorry, Sebs...just-just lemme rub myself against your ass, please?" He begged.

Just something to get himself off...they could talk about letting Sam fuck him later when Sebastian was more coherent.

[In Relationship]

The first in the category of "Why would I masturbate? I have you."

Of course, he doesn't mind if you're not available, but if you were to ask him to masturbate in front of you? I feel like he wouldn't mind, but he'd definitely end it by saying, "Please let me cum in you...it feels better when I fuck my cum in you."

For funzies, however, let's say that he's entertaining you by masturbating in front of you.

He gets to that point where he's beginning to beg to cum inside of you instead of wasting his load either on his hand or a tissue paper.

You oblige him, kinda, by deciding to finish him off with your mouth. What a sweetie you are! But the catch? You're not stopping until you're tired.

Long story short? More overstimulation lol.

♡ - Sebastian was already more than used to overstimulation and having to hold himself back from an orgasm.

Previous...encounters had taught him more than enough as to how to have enough stamina to endure a partner who was keen on making him last through all of the dirty thoughts they had floating inside of their head. However, he hadn't realized how much of those skills would be coming in handy when he met you! Especially when you had asked him to masturbate in front of you. Such a lewd thing, admittedly, made Sebastian's cock jump inside of his pants, the poor man hardly waiting a second before he unbuckled his pants and sat on the bed, spreading his legs widely to make sure that he gave you a clear view as to what he was doing while you decided to pull up his chair from his workdesk to sit down in front of him.

His dick twitched at the expectant look in your gaze, your leg crossed over the other as you began to watch Sebastian slowly tease and stroke his twitching dick up and down...you could feel yourself clench around nothing at the sight, wanting nothing more than to get up and fuck yourself stupid on his cock or stroke him yourself. But...with how eagerly Sebastian obliged you on the idea, hardly uttering a word of confusion or wanting further clarification before he did as you asked.

Thus, you were adamant on not touching him at all until you were satisfied with what you were seeing. "Y' feel good Sebby?" You nearly purred as you watched with a growing smirk.

The recluse gulped heavily at how you sounded, beads of his pre-cum beginning to tip the slit of his cock as he slowly nodded his head. His hand felt good, sure, but...he swore that it felt even better than usual, all because you were watching him. Sebastian's eyes glossed over your figure, lingering on certain areas of your body such as your chest...your thighs and then finally— His eyes shot open wider when you readjusted your sitting position, revealing the fact that...you weren't wearing anything underneath. "Y-Y/N..." He murmured.

"You're not—"

You giggled. "Aren't you supposed to be busier showing me how you fuck your hand?" You asked with a tilt of your head. "Rather than staring at how I didn't wear any panties..." You opened your legs a little wider, only for a split second before snapping them back closed.

But Sebastian committed that brief flash of your pussy to memory, right alongside the many other times you’ve both shared together as he stared at your now hidden sex, practically eye-fucking you as if he were trapped under a spell. “You’re soooo not good with hiding where you’re looking, Sebby.”

His already flushed face grew, reaching the tips of his ears as he briefly looked back at you. “C-Can’t help it…” He murmured. “Wanna fuck you…sosososo bad…c-can I—“

"No." It was stern and left no room for debate. "You can hold back for me, right? You've barely been touching yourself for a few minutes!" Your lover pouted at your words, yet the way his cock throbbed told him and you just how much he was enjoying all of this. So he bit back his complaints and stroked his cock even harder, the slick sounds that began to emit from his cock as he used his pre-cum as lubrication, making more of your juices start to drip from your pussy and onto the chair you sat on as you watched Sebastian begin to struggle with continuing to please himself while you sat only a mere few inches away from him!

"Can...can I touch you?"

You chuckled, almost wickedly, as you watched him begin to struggle. "No." You tsked.

Sebastian pouted as he fisted his cock even harder, the torture of not being able to stick his cock in you...or at least touch you in some way, shape, or form, making it harder for him to find his release. "P-Please—!" You laughed in his face as you once again began to teasingly flash your pussy, the sight of your dripping cunt and all your juices that had dripped down to form a small pool...a deep groan left his lips at the sight.

And yet, still he just couldn't cum. He needed you. He needed you so badly that it was painful, especially with how every vein and nerve ending in his body practically screamed for his orgasm. "Please...please, touch me—" Sebastian sniffled as he stared at you. "—I-I can't...I can't—" Without a word, you got up and walked over to him, the sight of Sebastian staring up at you as if you were the only answer to all of his problems, making you nearly want to laugh at the irony of it all! When you had asked him to touch himself in front of you, he was confident and eager to do as you requested, but...the sight of him nearly crying, begging for a single graze of your finger against his cheek or your hand placing itself anywhere on his body. It pulled at your heartstrings just enough for you to gently slap his hand away from his cock and take over yourself. "O-Oh Yoba—!" Sebastian practically squeaked as he threw his head back to let out a whimper mixed with a moan. "Please don't stop..." He pleaded. "So fucking good...!" He continued to praise.

You moved your hand up and down in a steady movement for only a few strokes as you slowly sank down to your knees, your mouth beginning to water as you eyed the droplets of Sebastian's pre-cum more closely. He throbbed in your touch, his cockhead a deep shade of angry red as he unconsiously bucked his hands up into your touch seemingly every few seconds, chasing after his high as he called out your name like a broken record. After he had begged so desperately for your touch, you couldn't—wouldn't just let him finish by giving him a quick handjob. Thus, you hardly waited a second longer before you had suddenly taken Sebastian's tip into your mouth, the shocking feeling of your soft tongue beginning to lick at his slit making Sebastian shoot his head back to look at you with wide, wet eyes.

"Y-Y/N!?" He gasped. "W-What are you—oooh..."

Your only answer to him was a chuckle that reverberated his cock a little, your eyes looking up at him through your lashes as you bobbed your head up and down, stroking the rest of him that didn't fit inside your mouth. "Oh fuck...please keep doing that—f-fuck!" Sebastian was humping his hips into your mouth, chasing the mind-numbing stimulation as you began to suck Sebastian off harder in return as he started to gain a 'fucked-dumb' grin on his face, his pre-cum beginning to come out fatter and more frequently as he neared his orgasm. "Please don't stop...!" He whined to the ceiling. You rewarded his begging with moans, the feeling going straight to his balls as he let his head fall back onto the bed. As much as he wanted to look at you sucking him off, see how your pretty eyes watered with how much he was bucking his hips, he couldn't keep his head up anymore! He screwed his eyes shut, needy moans leaving his lips as he let you work him up to his quickly approaching high.

"O-Ohhh...." His moan was high-pitched, whinier, a brief warning sign that he was cumming. "C-Crap...I feel it coming..." His balls began to tighten, the warmth and tightness in his belly getting hotter and tighter all at the same time as his face screwed up in pleasure. You planted your hands on his thighs, bracing yourself as you took him alllll the way down to his base. "Fuck—!" Was the last word that managed to break through his lips before a shaky, drawn-out whine mixed with a groan left his lips. The salty taste of his cum flooded your mouth, rope after rope painting the insides of your mouth white as Sebastian's hips stilled against your mouth.

You slowed the movements of your head, eased up on your sucking as you continued to pleasure your lover through his mind-numbing high, his adorable whines urging you on and on and on. Until Sebastian began to whine from overstimulation. "B-Baby—fuck..." He groaned. His groans quickly turned into overstimulated whines and gasps, each sound being pulled from his lips more and more often as you resumed your earlier harsh sucks and mean strokes of his cock as you giggled to yourself at your lover's cute noises, and the way that he slowly looked back to you with an intensely flushed face.

"B-Baby...w-what are you—nnnhgh..."

You smirked at the sound of his moan, keeping up your pace before you took your mouth from his cock with a lewd 'pop', switching over to meanly rubbing your palm over his too-sensitive cockhead. His hips jerked further back into the bed, attempting to escape your hands as he pulled his lip between his teeth as you worked him through his overstimulation. "Fuck!" He cried out as he twitched against the sheets, his thighs threatening to clench tightly around you if it weren't for your body blocking the way, anything to escape the almost unbearable pleasure. "C'mon Sebby...gimme another one." You spoke with an alluring purr to your voice.

You clenched around nothing at the sound of his cries, the way he gripped the sheets to the point of almost tearing them. You could've almost sworn that you saw tears forming in his eyes when he briefly looked at you, uttering a weak 'Too much...i-it's too much!' before shutting them tightly once more, his jaw falling slack to let out breathless cries and moans.

'Ahh...he looks so cute like this.' You thought.

And you didn't plan to stop until you were completely satisfied.

Sam

[No Relationship]

Low-key porn addict

I feel like Sam's definitely into amateur porn. No magazines, no books, or anything. The professional stuff probably wouldn't be enough to get him off or even get him going to begin with, seeing as it'll look too staged.

For funzies, I'll say that he's also not going to watch porn on a computer. He's a phone-only type of guy, seeing as it's quick and simple to pull out and put away.

However, let's say that Sam already knows you and has seen you. All of a sudden, his porn is whatever random hot chick/guy he settles on for the time being. Now, all the videos he watches conveniently have someone who looks like you and sounds like you.

Unnecessary origin to the pet play kink but one day Sam sees a porn where someone's being leashed and collared like a dog and made to fuck the person in question. It was only a bonus that the person looked like you! Since that day? He couldn't get the idea of you treating him like a misbehaving dog that just wouldn't listen out of his head.

And to add on? Rather than lying on his back and fisting himself like he usually does...he has a newfound love for fucking his pillow while staring intently at the porn he's watching.

♡ - He should’ve tried this a long time ago.

Desperate grunts and moans escaped through his clenched teeth as he rutted into his pillow, eyes fiercely glued to the scene that played on his phone. A woman being dicked down into the sheets of the bed as she shakily held onto a leash attached to the collar that the man behind her wore.

At first, Sam simply watched it out of curiosity.

After scrolling through porn video after porn video, nothing seemed to do it for him anymore!

Either he had already seen it, had seen a concept similar to it, or it simply looked boring. Thus, it sparked him to look for more...unique options, leading him down a rabbit hole that eventually landed him to a selection of videos labeled underneath the 'Pet-Play' tag. Particularly in the section where people were being collared and leashed, referred to as either a mutt or a good boy or bad boy! Sam thought that when he pressed play on a video, he would feel...weirder about watching people essentially being treated like nothing more than animals.

But as his cock twitched to life at the video, pitching a tent in his boxers as a small dark dot began to appear at the front. His eyes were glued to how the man in the video practically drooled over the woman as he fucked her to the point of breathlessness. Sam had no shame when he repositioned himself to mimic the way the man in the video was fucking the woman as he bunched his pillow together, forming a tight 'hole' for him to rut into as he continued to stare intensely at his phone.

A deep moan left the blonde's lips when the man pulled out all of a sudden from the woman. He hadn't cum just yet, but the sight of the woman's pussy clenching around nothing, begging for a cock to fill her again, as her slick dripped from her hole as she spread her legs wider. Sam felt his face warm even more as he increased the pace of his thrusts into his pillow, a low whine leaving his lips. "P-Please..." The woman begged as if she weren't the one holding the leash. "W-Why'd you stop—Haaahh!" The sound of her sharp cry of pleasure when the man suddenly thrust into her pussy once more, the sudden invasion causing her to clench around her man's cock as he groaned at how tight she became all of a sudden.

"So naughty..." The man lightly reprimanded the woman as he bent down to whisper into the woman's ear. "Aren't you supposed to be in control, master?" He continued. "What's the point of holding onto a leash if you can't even control the dog at the end of it?" Sam practically drank up every single word as he fucked his pillow even harder, shudders going up and down his spine as he became more unabashed with his moans, the porn video slowly becoming second place in his mind as he screwed his eyes shut, imagining a completely different scenario in the depths of his mind.

He thought of the pretty farmer who had moved in not too long ago. How friendly you were to him and how you always laughed at his jokes...you were so physically affectionate too, the remembrance of your soft hands against his face or how you'd pet his head in praise...how your tits felt up against his chest when you hugged him. He could hardly contain the quiet mutters of your name. "Y/N..." Sam breathed out as he clenched his pillow even harder to his chest, trying desperately to imagine the pillow as your body, although he just knew that it was a poor imitation. He could at least appreciate the fact that the woman sounded somewhat like you, each breathless praise of hers, how she referred to the man as a mixture between 'bad boy!' or 'good boy!', making Sam pant even harder as he whined at the idea of you being the one praising him instead.

He sucked in a sharp inhale through his teeth as he felt himself teeter on the line of his orgasm. "F-Fuck..." He groaned against the pillow. "Y-Y/N—Shiiittt....!" His moans steadily became more broken as he attempted to time his thrusts and pace to how the woman sounded in the video, her cries and high-pitched whine becoming more frequent as she neared her own orgasm.

The blonde whispered a murmured 'Fuckfuckfuck' before he shot his cum into the pillow with a choked-up moan, just in time with the woman in the video as Sam slowly continued to fuck the pillow through his orgasm, his mind foggy with the idea of your slick cum coating his cock as you looked up at him with as much lovesickness as he would look at you.

After tonight...he was definitely going to try and talk to you more.

[In Relationship]

Also sharing the boat of "Why would I masturbate? I have you." with Sebastian.

As much as I wanna entertain the idea of him indulging you if you were to ask him to touch himself in front of you. He just wouldn't! He likes cumming inside of you, on you, anywhere but his own hand now that he's in a relationship with you!

But, for shits n' giggles and the purpose of this post, let's just say that he's indulged you once.

You made the mistake of obliging him and lying underneath him as he fucks his own hand. All as he whispers the filthiest things to you without a lick of shame!

"Sosososo pretty babe...fuck—I just wanna cum inside you."

"I didn't know you were so filthy...you like seeing me fist my own cock? Don't worry, I don't mind~ you can look aaallllll you want, babe."

You're so focused on how pretty his blue eyes look as they darken with lust that you don't even notice Sam getting closer, and closer, and closer.

All until your legs are suddenly being thrown over his shoulders, and your panties are shifted over to the side. Sam hoped you wouldn't be mad at him for fucking you like a rabid dog for a little while...you shouldn't have asked him to practically tease himself while you were lying so prettily in front of him!

♡ - You didn't know what was dirtier. Sam fucking his own hand on a chair while you sat on the bed or...what he was doing now, straddling your hips while he used your own hand to stroke his cock, lewd moans and groans leaving his lips, swollen from how hard he was biting them earlier in an attempt to suppress his own moans.

However...for Sam, it was alllll apart of his plan.

He didn't know what you had seen or heard that made you so interested all of a sudden in seeing him masturbate! Of course, he didn't mind the idea of putting on a show for you, thinking that he was going to be able to fuck your cute pussy in the end, but...the moment he had made a move, he was quickly stopped by your hand on his chest before you stubbornly told him— "No! I want to watch!"

That was the only moment, since meeting you, that Sam regretted letting you have your way. He felt like some pussy-whipped virgin, straddling your hips while using your hand to stroke his cock, all while he silently yearned for the moment that you grew tired of this and just let him stick his dick inside of you already! However...no matter how stubbornly you tried to hide your desires, Sam knew you like the back of his own hand.

He felt how you tried to keep your thighs from clenching together.

How your chest moved up and down more slowly, your breaths uneven as you tried to keep yourself from letting a moan accidentally slip out. How your hands gently rubbed up and down Sam's thighs, squeezing every now and again as a silent plea for him to go ahead and fuck the brains out of you. He wanted to do that soooo badly, but...you were stubborn. Thankfully, though, he knew how to deal with and work his way around your stubborn nature. "You're touchin' me so much, baby..." Sam cheekily smirked at you as he slowly stroked his cock, gripping his base every so often to keep himself from cumming too early with how adorable you looked under him.

Your face was flushed, and your mouth was slightly agape. A tiny sliver of spit dribbling from the corner of your lips as if you were looking at a piece of steak. Sam's own face reddened in turn, his pupils threatening to take over the blues of his irises with how much love bloomed in his heart at your desperate features. "C'mon...don't you want to do something more fun than watching me touch myself? I'm right here~"

Your thighs clenched even tighter together at your lover's tone. Whiny and begging.

It would've been so easy to just give in...to be folded over, and Sam fuck you, had and fast just like you wanted him to! But, you had asked for this, for Sam to show you how he touched himself. You just hadn't realized that watching him would be this arousing. "Stop...trying to tease me," You murmured with a mock, annoyed grumble.

Sam scoffed. "So you can mess with me, but I can't mess with you?" Suddenly, Sam leaned forward slightly to place his hand on your stomach. That brief touch made your breath catch in your throat as Sam slowly rubbed his hand over your stomach before inching ever closer to your breasts. Had you told him to stop and get back to touching himself, even if it came with an annoyed huff or two, he would've done so immediately and allowed the game to be dragged out even further! But...you didn't, you watched as Sam slowly got closer and closer to you until you could feel his soft breath touch your face. All before a quiet moan escaped your lips when his hands cupped one of your tits. "...That's not fair—ahhh..."

"Not fair?" The blonde smirked at your attempt to pause his movements when you grabbed onto his wrist, your hand hardly doing anything as he began to flick your nipple. "How come you get to ask me to touch myself, but I can't touch you, huh?" Your lips formed into a thin line, trying to keep in your moans and whines as Sam slowly forgoed the act of touching himself and moved onto to touching you. His hands pushed your shirt up and over your tits, revealing them to his eyes before he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples. "S-Sam!" You gasped, your hand flying to entangle itself in his hair while your other gripped the bedsheets. A deep moan reverberated from your nipple, further hardening it in combination with how his tongue lapped at your nipple like a man begging for the tiniest amount of water, his hips grinding against your still-covered sex as nothing seemed to tear him away from the fact that he was finally able to touch you.

He touched himself occasionally, but...it was only when you were completely unavailable to him! Every drop of his cum, every gasp or moan that left his mouth was reserved for you and you alone. He swore that he was a willing dog for you, something that showed in his eyes as Sam looked at you through his blonde lashes, the sheer amount of need conveyed in his gaze making your thighs twitch as you began to wish for something to fill you. "Sam..." You panted. "P-Please—"

Sam released your nipples from his mouth with a lewd 'pop'. "P-Please?" He mocked you as he began to massage your breasts. "You were going to make me touch myself until I came all over your stomach!" He pouted. "Just endure a little longer for me, babe...I wanna play with you some more—"

"Sam." You said, mustering up all of your strength to put a little more edge to your tone. Something that Sam listened to as he pouted even more at the sound, but nonetheless paused in his movements. "Please..." You begged again before you started to buck your hips up against Sam's cock. The feeling of your heat tore a groan from his lips, his cock twitching in response to your grinding. While he would've made you beg a little bit longer, he wouldn't deny it to himself that he was aching for you. A little bit longer of your touching, and he was certain that he would've cum. "Touch me, please—" Your words were stolen from you as Sam suddenly pressed his lips to your own, maneuvering your legs up and over his shoulders while he slid your shorts and panties off juusstt enough to reveal your sopping cunt to his hungry gaze.

Had the two of you not been so desperate to have one another, he would've dived down to have a taste. But— "Shit..." He whispered. "I barely have to do anything, babe. You're fucking soaked." You gasped softly when Sam suddenly pressed his thumb to your aching nub, your cunt clenching around nothing as more of your slick poured out from your entrance, eager to have something fill it. "With how much you were ordering me around earlier...you'd think that you'd have a little more control over this cute pussy of yours."

Just as your eyes were slowly closing in response to Sam's otherwise gentle pressing to your clit, your eyes snapped open when he suddenly pinched it for a brief moment. The pain mixed in with pleasure as the blonde began to gently tease his cock against your entrance. "Sam...you're so di—" "Yeah, yeah..." He murmured. "Call me dirty all you like, don't pretend that you don't like this." You hardly had a chance to give him a response before he slowly sank his cockhead into your cunt, Sam's loud groan overtaking yours as his face seemed to burn an even brighter red at the action.

Your hands flew back down to his thighs, trying to slow him down in his eagerness to fill you completely up with his cock, but to no avail. The man was completely drunk off of your cunt, despite not even having moved yet! The feeling of his cock pressing against your walls, teasing and prodding at seemingly every single squishy pleasure point inside of you...it drove you insane as your eyes threatened to roll to the back of your head, much to Sam's amusement as he took in every single twitch of your face, how your eyes threatened to roll to the back of your head and even how your mouth gently began to fall open in response to his cock sinking deeper inside of you.

"So fucking tight..." Sam murmured. "L-Loosen up for me, babe—" He bit his bottom lip, trying to stifle his orgasm that threatened to bubble to the surface until...finally, he was balls-deep inside of you. Although this wasn't the first time the two of you had fucked, the blonde could never get enough of your cunt, much less how you acted when you had dick inside of you. He was looking forward to all the lewd things you would say to him.

"F-Feels so good..." You quietly panted out as Sam leaned forward to press an appreciative kiss to your lips and cheek. A last, final sweet act until he began fucking you like he hated you. "...Yeah?" He murmured. Your body jolted a little when he suddenly thrust inside of you, gently testing the waters a couple of times until breathless moans began leaving you. His cock throbbed in response to your noises, eliciting more gasps from your breath as your hands once again moved, this time from the top of his thighs to his shoulders as Sam steadily picked up a faster pace.

Lewd, needy moans left both of you in tandem, creating a dirty symphony as both of you became lost in the growing pleasure and echoed out your desires to the ceiling. And, until he was absolutely wrung dry, Sam planned to fulfill each and every last one of your desires and make you forget allll about asking him to touch himself in front of you again.

Alex

[No Relationship]

Okay, so weirdly enough— I can't see Alex really masturbating to porn? In terms of computers, phones, books etc. In some aspects, he's an old soul and prefers to masturbate to magazines, and that's if he really can't find anyone because, quite frankly, he'd prefer to have sex rather than rub one out.

But, for now, let's say he doesn't have a choice, but he does know you.

He's tossing out the magazines immediately and is purely using his imagination. Or, in a totally perverted moment, I can see Alex probably rubbing himself over his pants while the two of you are sitting at a table chatting.

The movement of your lips, the rise and fall of your chest, or even the memory of you when you walked in front of him earlier! To be honest, he wasn't even listening to you as you talked on about your day and what you were planning to do for your farm.

All he could think about was what you'd look like underneath him, how you'd moan, or if you'd be eager to take his cock or a little shy.

All in all— Alex would prefer to have sex rather than masturbate, thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

♡ - This was pathetic.

Rather than fucking some random person that he had met off the internet...he'd much rather be fucking you. The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin, the burning feeling of pleasure that lingered about on his skin as rough grunts and groans echoed throughout the cheap hotel room that the two of them decided to rent out in ZuZu city for the night. Alex's arms were tightly wrapped around the stranger's torso, his feet planted firmly into the cheap mattress as he fucked up into the stranger with a purpose.

A purpose to convince himself that he was fucking you rather than someone who didn't even act anything like you! The person he had met...while there wasn't anything badly wrong with them...they weren't you. You were shy and adorable. You lit up the room wherever you went, it seemed, and had a knack for making his chest tighten each time you were in the same general vicinity as him! Sure, he could've masturbated at home and been more satisfied than he was now, but...he wasn't some desperate teenager anymore.

Alex preferred to fuck.

And this one-night stand was a temporary reprieve. Just until he was finally able to sleep with you, touch you, and make you feel good— "Ahhh..." Alex released a groan at the idea of how you'd look and sound like in response to his touches. Something that the person currently being fucked within' an inch of their life believed was for them. "Y-You okay, babe?" They whispered as they slowly looked down at Alex, cupping his face with their hands as they tried to match the athlete's pace.

An impossible thing to do, only proven more so as Alex only offered his one-night stand a half-assed smirk before somehow managing to thrust up into the stranger's greedy hole even harder. The cry that escaped their throat was delicious, a noise that made Alex groan in return as he threw his head back against the headboard of the bed, chasing after his orgasm as well as trying to further satisfy the imagination that played out inside of his head. "Fuck...Y/N—" He groaned without a lick of shame or care if his partner heard him.

Not that he assumed they would, of course. When Alex cracked open an eye to check the state of his one-night stand, their head was thrown back, eyes shut tightly as moan after moan left their lips and their grip on Alex's shoulders increasingly grew tighter as the brunette felt them clench harder and harder around his cock. "You close, babe?" Alex whispered as he went back to closing his eyes, speaking more to the image inside his head rather than the person riding his dick.

Inside his mind, you nodded your head dumbly as you tried to bring your hips down onto his dick, once again attempting to match his unforgiving pace as you chased after your orgasm alongside him. "Alex—" The memory of your voice, as well as the imagination of how choked-up it would be in this moment, bounced around inside his head as Alex felt himself getting closer and closer to his orgasm, his pace changing from harsh and unforgiving to deeper and harder strokes, each thrust accentuated with a grunt as more whispers and moans escaped his lips.

This was pathetic of him, he thought to himself.

It would've been better to have asked you directly if you wanted to fuck him. Or...better yet, he should have been bolder to simply express that he liked you from the start. Flowers, dates, a shy peck on the cheek, and all sorts of romantic stuff like that. "Fuuuckkk...!" He moaned at the top of his lungs before he suddenly stilled against his one-night stand, ropes and ropes of his hot cum flooding their sex while Alex continued to imagine your face inside of his head.

He imagined how you'd throw your head back when you reached your orgasm, how you'd probably kiss him and maybe, just maybe, beg him for another round. Something that he would've eagerly given you, time and time again, until you were left shaking and his cum pouring out from every hole you had on your body.

Alex hardly even noticed that his one-night stand had finished on top of him, their face tucked into the side of his neck as they continued to grip onto him as if he were a lifeline. An annoyed tsk left his lips as he forced himself to bear through continuing to hold them through their post-orgasm bliss, even going so far as to rub light circles into the small of their back to further throw them off the idea that he may have been thinking about someone else rather than being in the moment.

At least he could consider this practice for when he finally got to fuck you.

[In Relationship]

Lol, good luck trying to convince him to masturbate now that he's in a relationship with you. Although he's definitely going to masturbate from time to time, I can't see him being the type to masturbate in front of you?

Not because it's embarrassing for him, I think he'd care less tbh. But, it's more so him not seeing the reaosn. Why masturbate and tease himself with the idea of touching you when you're right there? The two of you could just fuck right now rather than play around!

And even if you're not available, I'm standing ten toes down and putting him in the category of "Not touching myself until they come back, I can wait".

But let's say you're mentioning it to him a lot. He'll eventually cave, but in his own way, he's not touching himself, but he will make you touch yourself to him while you're sucking him off.

Technically, it counts! After all, he's masturbated a ton of times to the idea of someone sucking him off so you doing it is just fulfilling an old wet dream of his ✨

♡ - "Cmon, babe...if you keep going as slow as you are, then I may just re-think about fucking you as a reward..."

The threat made your thighs threaten to clench together as you bobbed your head up and down Alex's cock. Your pussy practically leaking its juices to create a small pool beneath you as you let the words settle into your mind as encouragement to speed up your ministrations. It was almost confusing to you as to how things turned out this way. What first started out as you asking Alex to touch himself in front of you has now devolved into you touching him!

Although....you figured that things would have turned out this way, one way or another.

When you had asked Alex to touch himself in front of you, he had looked at you as if you had suddenly grown an extra pair of heads before asking you why! Even when you stated that you wanted to "try something new", he still didn't budge. Alex only responded to you via brushing you off with a scoff and going back to doing what he was doing! Thus...it started your journey of trying to slowly work him up to the idea, although it wasn't crucial in the slightest for you to know what Alex looked like when he touched himself...you still wanted to know.

Ever since you began having sex with him, the fleeting thoughts of Alex appearing more embarrassed when he touched himself, blushing and whispering your name like it was a sacred prayer...it made your face warm and your sex ache. Only...one night, you had pushed too far, which happened to be tonight.

You and Alex had been making out on his bed, his grandparents out for the night in order to enjoy some time together at the saloon! When Alex had invited you over for another night of fun, you would've been more embarrassed at how fast you came over if you and the brunette hadn't been seeing each other for a while now! Not close to dating status, but...not too far off from it either. The kissing slowly grew more heated, hands beginning to wander boldly and linger just a little bit longer in certain places before you eventually found yourself straddling Alex while he lay flushed underneath you, quietly panting and yet nearly yearning for more of your touch.

That's when— "Hey." A shocked 'mmph!' noise escaped your lips when Alex suddenly pushed down on your head a little, snapping you out of your thoughts with a click of his tongue before your eyes darted back to looking up at him through your lashes. "What're you getting distracted about?" He asked. "You should be focused on trying to make it up to me for thinkin' it was a good idea to try and blue-ball me."

You moved your head up and down a few more times before you slowly slipped your lips from around his dick, continuing to stroke him off with your hand as you leaned your cheek against the side of his glistening cock, wet with a mixture of your spit and pre-cum. Alex immediately tuned you out the second you began speaking, only offering you rolls of his eyes here and there to indicate that he was somewhat listening to your excuses. The two of you were fuck-buddies, hardly close to dating status, and as much as he'd been wanting to fuck you since the day the two of you had started speaking to one another...the last thing he was going to do was masturbate in front of you. He'd find the idea hotter if it were you doing it in front of him! No matter how cute you were when you tried to ask him about it, you were so pushy about it that it made his jaw tighten in annoyance at the very memory of it.

Slowly, Alex's hand came to entangle itself in your hair, almost as if he were about to run his fingers through your hair before he suddenly grabbed it. Pulling it ever so slightly to guide your moving mouth back to his cock. "Make excuses all you want, you're not getting out of this—" Were his last words before shoving your head back down over his cock, the feeling of your throat suddenly constricting around his cock at you coughed, making him let out a shaky moan before he started to guide your movements.

Your hands quickly braced themselves on his thighs, the combination of the sting of your hair being pulled and the sound of Alex slowly losing himself as he took your throat, making your mind foggy while you could feel your clit begin to ache.

The slick sounds of your mouth moving along the length of the brunette's cock went straight to your clenching sex, your hole eager for something, anything to fill it, even if it was a temporary reprieve just to keep you from going insane with want! However...the second you attempted to move your hand, Alex interrupted your attempt to move with a forceful thrust up into your mouth before he grumbled a deep "Don't you fucking dare."

The glimpse of you trying to sneakily move your hand was so pathetic that he could've almost laughed! "Dirty girl..." Alex murmured as he slowly let his head hang back, thrusting up into your mouth more languidly as he indulged in how your mouth felt around his cock. "Trying to touch that needy clit of yours? S-Should've—Fuck...t-thought about that before you tried goin' around and teasing me." He continued, the sound of his moaning making you whine around his dick, the feeling and sound of your noise making him twitch inside your gushy mouth before he slowly looked back at you.

Your eyes threatened to roll to the back of your head. Spit dribbling down from the corner of your mouth as you did your best to breathe through your nose and keep yourself from touching yourself. The sight was absolutely mouth-watering to Alex as he felt his balls draw up closer to his body, his cock twitching even more as he felt his orgasm begin to approach. "S-Shiiittt..." Alex whispered as he stared into your watery eyes, burning with blatant eagerness to make him cum as you began to suck even harder, as if you were trying to drain all the cum from his balls. The feeling made his thighs shake, his grip on your hair getting weaker and in turn...allowing you more room to move as you gently popped your mouth out from around him and began to use both of your hands to finish him off.

He almost had a mind to complain, that is...until he saw how you stuck out your pretty pink tongue from under him, your mouth hanging wide open as you practically begged and whimpered for his cum to shoot inside of your mouth.

"Fuck baby...keep looking at me like that..." Alex whispered as he began to pet your head. "So cute...sososo pretty, lookin' at me like that while I cum—" His voice cracked at the end when the first rope of cum suddenly shot out from his cock, curses intertwined with drawn out moans as his hips bucked into your hands as you continued to stroke him through his high. Ropes of his cum either land on your tongue or somewhere on your face as you could've sworn that you would've been able to cum untouched...that is, if it weren't for the fact that you wanted Alex's dick inside of you being the reason rather than you just being that needy to cum yourself.

Alex softly pressed his foot against your stomach to gently push you back when you began to overstimulate him. "Y-Yoba..." He whispered. After making him cum like that...he definitely thought that you deserved a reward, an orgasm, two or more of your own to show you just how much better to just let him fuck you rather than ask for a silly request such as him touching himself in front of you!

Shane

[No Relationship]

Ngl, I feel like he'd low-key be a chronic masturbator.

Although I like to think that Shane gets around ('cause who doesn't like a tired middle-aged man?). When he's not getting play and is in his drunk feelings, I feel like drunk masturbating is a pretty common thing for him, assuming the two of you don't know one another yet. Shane would probably think of Emily for a brief moment.

I'll go ahead and say that Shane would probably feel guilty for a little while since Emily is really nice to him and is his only friend in the entire town, but that only makes the urges stronger.

She's nice, she's pretty, and she looks at him as if he's not just another drunk and wants him to be better!

One lonely drunk night in his room and an hour of realizing that. That realization is enough to get his cock hard and his hand already moving to jerk himself off to the idea.

♡ - A deep groan quietly echoed throughout the darkness of his room. Eyes screwed tightly as he sat on the cold wooden floor with his back pressed against the side of his bed, his hand gently rolling over his cockhead repeatedly as he slowly worked himself up to the image that he had inside of his head.

Shane was the town drunk, the screw-up, as well as the one who'd be nothing more than a burden to not only his auntie but a complete waste on the town as well. Someone who was destined to work at JojaMart until the day he grew too old or the day he kicked the bucket via his constant drinking. And yet...despite his sad life, there had to have been someone—not Yoba, maybe—but someone who was still looking out for him.

After all...he had Emily.

The cute blue-nette who worked at the saloon was practically a walking beam of sunshine. No matter what type of mood he was in...Emily always had patience for Shane, willing to be a listening ear to him while also providing him that kindness that he seemed to be unable to get anywhere else in this town. She always smelled good, had a quirky yet adorable sense of style...a shuddery groan escaped Shane's lips when her face flashed through his head, his hips weakly bucking up into his hand at the thought of her, what she would do to him.

He didn't mean to masturbate about his friend...really.

But as Shane continued to work his cock, whispering Emily's name under his breath as if even he were ashamed of what he was doing. The more he thought about what Emily may have been wearing underneath her clothes...what she sounded like when she moaned, or how she'd look at him while she was being fucked into the sheets. Shane couldn't help the way that his cock oozed out even more pre-cum, more slick sounds coming from his cock as he used the pre-cum to act as lubricant to help him move his hand up and down even faster.

"E-Emily..." He whispered breathlessly as he let his head fall back against the bed. He tried to ignore the heavy smell of alcohol, not just in his room but upon his breath as he focused more intensely on the image inside his head, trying to replace it with the memory of Emily's floral perfume as his thighs twitched at the idea of Emily being the one who was rubbing his cock right now, even slipping his cockhead into her mouth before she'd slowly bob her head up and down as if she were trying to put on a show.

And when she wasn't throating his dick all the way to the base?

She was speaking to him gently, the combination of the former and latter thoughts doing wonders for Shane's slowly budding orgasm as more broken moans and pleas escaped from his chapped lips. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck—" He cried out as he groaned at the thought of Emily slipping her mouth from around his cock, licking her tongue over her lips before slowly turning around to expose her wet pussy for his gaze, begging him to go ahead and fuck her to which—of course, Shane obliged as his hand movements sped up to match the pace he was setting inside his head.

Gentle and careful, briefly at first before turning fast and rough as Shane suddenly leaned over himself, threatening to hump the damn floor with how good he was feeling! His heart thrummed inside of his chest, every nerve in his body seemingly alight with desire and lust as he thought more about Emily.

Emily. Emily. Emily.

The thought was almost too much to bear before..Shane had suddenly cummed, embarrassingly quickly in fact, as his cum suddenly shot out onto the floor in thick jets. The sheer force of his orgasm nearly stole away all the breath in his lungs as he gasped, taking in large inhales with every breath as he let the drunken haze mix in with the euphoric high of his recent climax. Had he not been aware that he had come on the floor...he would've fallen asleep on the floor right then and there, tired and eager to escape the slowly approaching feeling of guilt.

There was no way that he could look at Emily the same again for a long while...not until he got rid of those thoughts inside his head about bending her over the saloon counter.

[In Relationship]

The moment he's in a relationship with someone (you). I genuinely can't see him masturbating as much anymore.

Although he'd still do it sometimes, now he's not thinking of pretty friends in town or even masturbating to porn. He's only thinking of you and looking at your photos.

And since I'm too knee-deep in the theme of the reader asking their lover-boy to masturbate in front of him, I'll say this—

Depending on where you are in your relationship with him, he's not masturbating in front of you, since I think it would be too much vulnerability for him. Especially if the two of you are just fooling around for a while rather than dating.

Therefore, he'll just make you touch yourself in front of him for even thinking to ask the question lol.

♡ - He drank from his beer can languidly as he watched you touch yourself to his half-naked body. His shirt was the only thing that was on Shane's body, his bottom half thankfully left uncovered, as you were able to look at his dripping cock, hanging heavy from its own weight.

Your mouth watered at the sight as you touched yourself to Shane's cock, making sure to give him a clear view of what you were doing to yourself as you kept your legs spread while your fingers slid teasingly slow up and down your folds. You nearly drooled at the sight of Shane's cock, your pussy clenching and unclenching at the thought of such a huge thing being inside of you, and yet...you knew that dream wouldn't come any time soon as Shane seemed perfectly content with letting you touch yourself! It was borderline torture...if you could go back in time right now, and tell yourself not to request such a silly thing— "You're moving too slow." Shane said after finishing another sip from his beer can and setting it down on the nearby nightstand.

You nearly squeaked from embarrassment before speeding up your ministrations once again, Shane's cock jumping at the lewd sight whilst a snarky chuckle escaped his lips.

However...you couldn't be mad at him for this, when you had came to him asking for him to touch himself in front of you, he tried to laugh the request off as he truly believed that you were telling some weird joke to him! Or even playing a prank! But when you insisted? Not even your adorable pleading eyes could stop him from clicking his tongue and suggesting that you touch yourself to him instead. "Bet you're feelin' reeealll stupid right now, huh?" Shane murmured. "Askin' me to touch myself...do I really look that pussywhipped for you?"

You hated the way that your cunt grew even wetter at Shane's mean words.

He clicked his tongue. "Seriously, we've only fucked a couple of times. Don't let me sayin' that you've got a nice, tight cunt get y' in trouble." Your thighs threatened to shut closed in an attempt to stave off cumming too soon, your clit beginning to ache almost painfully as you whined at Shane's words. "You're lucky though...least you're cute." Shane proceeded to compliment you as his hand slowly inched closer to his cock, wrapping his hand around himself to begin gently squeezing it for a few moments before he steadily began to rub himself up and down. Not at a speed to pleasure himself, more so to give you a show, further encouragement for you to please yourself as your fingers traveled back up to your throbbing clit.

Your breath caught in your throat at the light contact, leaning back to brace yourself on your elbow as you began to rub tight circles into clit, your eyes heavily glued onto the way Shane rubbed himself. You were soooo tempted to beg him to fuck you, to say apology after apology in an attempt to appease him as you played with your clit, trails of your slick dripping down from your hole and down your ass to create a small puddle of your slick underneath you.

You bucked your hips into your touch, struggling to keep your eyes open to look at Shane, whose gaze was focused on your gaping sex, practically eager for his cock to fill it. "Maybe I should ask you to fingerfuck yourself in front of me more often—" Shane absentmindedly suggested as he watched your fingers go from your clit to your hole, another chuckle being pushed from his chest when he watched you slip only a single finger in. He almost felt insulted; he had trained you to be able to take way more than a single finger.

"A single finger?" He commented. "You can take more." He said.

Your cheeks turned into an even deeper red, beginning to slip another finger into yourself until...an idea popped into your head. "Come...come over and help me." You dared to say. When Shane's hand suddenly paused in its movements, you nearly took your words back; however...you saw the way he stared at your cunt, as if he wanted to be the one fingerfucking you instead, or simply fucking you altogether. "What y' say?" The words were nearly snarled as Shane rose a little from his position to begin making his way over to you. You gained a little more boldness. "Help me." You repeated as your small glare intensified into a stronger one.

"Help you?" He repeated.

You had a mind to think that he wouldn't do at first, that he would just look at you for a little while longer before snorting and going back to watching you practically writhe and squirm for his cock to fill you. Yet, when his hand suddenly touched you, albeit it was a rough knead of your breast...you knew you had won as a sharp, high-pitched moan tore from your lips. "F-Fuck—!"

A hand slapped over your lips to effectively shut you up as Shane's hand trailed down your body to your sex, his eyes watching every little expression you gave him as he could hardly stand to wait a single second longer for you to eat your words and make you wish that you had simply endured a bit longer and continued to touch yourself.

Now? He had no choice but to fuck you with his fingers until you were positively shaking.

Harvey

[No Relationship]

Weirdly enough, I can't imagine Harvey really masturbating enough to have a preference?

To be honest, I think he'd have a very clinical outlook on it. When he's in the mood, he'll masturbate, but he won't watch porn or even look at magazines. One, he's too busy to keep up with his tastes more or less, and on the other hand? He's more focused on you.

He wouldn't dare to masturbate to your image in his head; he feels as if he'd be disrespecting you in some way, even though you'd be none the wiser!

Instead? He'll just remember your voice and allow that to carry him the rest of the way, doing his best to ignore how his cock would jump when your figure would flash through his mind.

But of course, since I like the idea of Harvey being shy and being with a more confident reader, Im going to go ahead and say that he'd probably masturbate to your voice over a phone call if the opportunity ever arose.

♡ - His mind was tearing itself apart right now as he sat alone in his office.

It was the end of another busy day, and Harvey had just finished seeing the last of his patients. As easy as it could've been to simply walk upstairs to his home that sat right above his doctor's office...he was preoccupied with the aching feeling in his pants, the feeling keeping him practically glued to the very seat he sat on as he debated whether or not to take care of him self here or upstairs.

What should've been a simple answer, although...wasn't so simple.

Before the day had ended, you had decided to stop by and talk to him per the usual! You had given him a cup of coffee along with a snack, all as you leaned over the edge of the counter. Harvey felt terrible that his eyes continued to wander to your chest whenever he thought you weren't looking...beads of sweat rolling down from your face and into the valley between your supple bosom as you spoke carefreely, blissfully unaware of what you were doing to him.

As frustrating as it was, as much as your looks made him hard each and every time he saw you for too long...he still didn't want to disrespect you by touching himself to the thought of you!

What if you didn't like him?

What if you suddenly walked in and caught him in the act? Gaining a disgusted look on your face before never talking to him again?

Those thoughts alone...a quieted whine left his lips at the thought as he blinked himself out of staring into blank space at the wall before steadily redirecting his attention to the tent, his cock had pitched in his pants. Those thoughts...he couldn't imagine them coming to fruition! Yet, the burning feeling in his boxers made his mind slowly fog over and hide away any reasoning or logic, his hand inching closer and closer to his hidden cock before Harvey suddenly scrunched up his hand just before he was about to have some relief.

He didn't want to risk disrespecting you.

Even if it meant blue-balling himself.

But as a small dark patch appeared on the front of his pants...Harvey's eyes darted from the door into his office and then back to his crotch repeatedly as his self-control began to wane. Soon, a deep sigh escaped his lungs. "A little something couldn't hurt...right?" He murmured to himself as he finally brought his hand down to rest over his erection. And the pleasure...even from such a small touch, it was mind-blowing. A sharp hiss of pleasure and relief escaped through his teeth as Harvey's head hung down to look at what he was doing to himself as he slowly rubbed the palm of his hand over his erection repeatedly, even slowly bucking his hips upwards a little to further press his aching, clothed cock closer to moving hand as he tried to keep his mind from slipping further into depravity than it already was doing.

He already let himself begin to touch himself to the thought of your voice...the words you would murmur to him in that light-hearted teasing voice of yours. He imagined that you would encourage him to take his time with touching himself, to enjoy the build-up—his cock jumped at the thought, the confines of his pants seeming to get tighter and tighter by the moment, before Harvey murmured a quiet 'Fuck' to himself and decided to lift his hips just enough to pull down his pants along with his boxers.

His cock slapped against his stomach when it was freed from its confines, leaving behind a dark spot of pre-cum on his shirt before it stood at attention. The tip of his cockhead was so red that it almost looked painful, pre-cum practically overflowing from his tip as the doctor's mind continued to be invaded by lewder thoughts of you.

Your voice was like a siren's song in his mind...tempting him further and further into thinking about how you'd look naked, how you'd look if you were on your knees right now and stroking his cock instead of himself. "Y/N..." He murmured, his hand shakily gripping the base of his cock. A shuddery moan left his lips, tensing up from his own touch before he relaxed and steadily started to stroke his throbbing cock, the very feeling sending pleasurable electricity throughout his veins until—

The phone suddenly rang.

His hand tore itself away from his cock as if it were dirty. His eyes shot open to fish his phone out from his pocket and nearly dropped it in the process. He cleared his throat, preparing to sound more professional and serious as if he weren't just touching himself a mere moment ago...that is, until he saw your contact name on his screen. Yoba had to have been playing a joke on him...why would you be calling him now?

However, what if it were an emergency? That single worry made Harvey answer the call, ignoring the way his cock twitched when you picked up the call. "Harvey!" You answered him cheerily. "I just wanted to call you to talk, I'm soooo bored. Oh! You're not busy...are you? I don't want to interrupt you." He hesitated for a long while, both stuck between the decision of whether or not to lie and say he was busy, or to listen to the idea that was starting to form inside his head. The sound of your voice...even just talking about the most mundane thing, it was enough to nearly make a moan escape his chest before Harvey had to quickly bite back the sound. He didn't want to masturbate to the sound of your voice over the phone...he couldn't.

But he wanted to do sooooo badly.

Just a little further encouragement to help him along.

So...he let out a shaky sigh as he kept the phone close to his ear, returning his hand to his cock. "I-I have time to talk..." He murmured.

"Oh, good!" You giggled, none the wiser to what was happening on the other side of the phone. "You sure, though? You sound a little shaky. Are you sick? Do you need a doctor?"

There was that kind nature of yours again...

He couldn't help the way that he began to fist his cokc even harder, the fact that he had to do his best to stay quiet only making his cock twitch and throb even harder at the fact— "Harvey?"

"H-Huh?"

"Are you sick?"

"I-I'm—oohhh...—fine." He tried to reassure you.

He was more than fine, in fact.

You, however, were unconvinced, instead deciding to listen more closely to Harvey's noises. Never once in your entire time you've known him have you known him to be so...breathless when he spoke. He spoke with a calm confidence, albeit sometimes a little nervously, when he was in front of you for some odd reason. "Y-Y/N?" He suddenly spoke up. "Are you—"

"Are you touching yourself?" Even when potentially caught, Harvey still couldn't force himself to cease the movements of his hand; the fact that he was caught only made him moan in response as he began to buck his hips upwards, desperately chasing after his budding climax. "I...I-I'm sorry— I just...your voice—" You interrupted him with a giggle, your own thighs clenching together at the idea of Harvey touching himself to the sound of your voice. He was sooooo cute. "I didn't know you had feelings for me." You sighed. 'You didn't?' He thought. And here he thought that he thought that you weren't interested in him. "Do...do you have feelings for me?" Harvey moaned.

`Pleasepleaseplease...say yes.` He desperately begged inside his mind, broken moans began to leave his lips even more boldly. Choked up gasps and groans escaped his throat as he pressed his head back against the back of his chair, his cock oozing even more of his pre-cum in anticipation of his oncoming orgasm. "I do." You admitted after a while, having to take a long moment to enjoy Harvey's moans and gasps from the other side of the phone as you eagerly awaited to hear what he sounded like when he came.

Something that didn't take long, as a single line of "Cum for me, Harvey..." made Harvey cum with a drawn-out moan, his eyes screwing tightly as he threatened to nearly tear up with how hard he came. His cock twitched with every jet of his cum that spilled out from the slit in his cockhead, whispers of your name falling from his lips before his hand stilled, thighs twitching from his efforts while you sat quiet on the other side of the phone, listening to him come dwon from his high while you practically wiggled with the urge to either touch yourself or touch him.

Something that you planned on doing...the second that you made it to his office.

[In Relationship]

Still a masturbator even when he's in a relationship. He's a busy man! The only difference is that he's upgraded from masturbating to the memory of your voice and a good set of magazines, to your entire image now!

Whether it's to the outfit you wore to you and your date a while back or how you looked at him that one time...as if he were the most handsome person in the entire town.

As patient as Harvey can be to wait for you, he can't help the fact that he's a chronic yearner for you.

Therefore...it was only to be expected for him to have little no qualms masturbating in front of you! Even if he's a little alot embarrassed, he's still willing to do it simply because he wants to show you how much of a willing servant he is for you.

♡ - "C'mon Harvey...even I don't believe that you rub yourself that slowly." You teasingly giggled at the doctor as you sat behind him, looking over his shoulder to peer at how the doctor pleasured his own dick.

Harvey gulped heavily at the feeling of your breath on the shell of his ear, his movements shaky and hesitant as he tried to fight through his embarrassment as well as how much his face burned because of it! When the two of you started talking more seriously, getting to a point in your relationship where you both were willing to do things of this nature, Harvey hadn't expected you to be so...forward. Outside of your sweet and gentle demeanor, you were a teaser through and through, and Harvey unknowingly willingly found himself to be your newest plaything.

Not that he minded much, of course. The feeling of your hands running up and down his chest as he stroked his cock made him buck his hips into his fist, a drawn-out whine escaping his throat as you cooed at the sound. You couldn't help yourself when you pressed yourself closer to Harvey's back! Your tits pressed against his back while you began to grind your pussy against the sheets of his bed. As much as you would've preferred to have been riding his cock...fucking yourself dumb while you watched Harvey lose himself to the feeling of your tight pussy, you were more interested in teasing the doctor for a little.

Just until you had your fill. "Try to rub your cock faster! Feels waayyyy better that way." You then suggested, giggling as if he had just told a joke.

Harvey looked over his shoulder at you. "I...I can't." He said. "N-Not when you're touching me—Ooooh..." You smirked when he lost his words in the face of you starting to flick his nipples, sometimes pinching and lightly pulling at them as you began to place soft kisses onto his shoulder. "Don't tell me that a little nipple play is enough to make you unable to touch yourself correctly?" You pouted. "I was really looking forward to seeing how you play with yourself—" You softly moaned when you rubbed your clit against the sheets just right, more of your juices beginning to soak your underwear. "—It'll certainly help me get off." You added.

What he wouldn't give to touch you instead.

But as much as he was a pleaser, a willing servant to all your whims and games...Harvey hadn't lusted after you as much as he had just to continue touching himself. He wanted you. "...Please," Your eyes widened to the bed. "Touch me...instead." He murmured. Your mouth opened to request him to beg louder, to sound like he reeallly needed you to touch him, instead, but...it seemed like he had already done the mental work of convincing himself to beg for your touch in the first place! Therefore, you decided to play nice and reward him. "You really want me to touch you that bad?" You said as you slipped your hands down towards his dick.

You laughed when his breath hitched at your touch, his dick twitching as you slowly wrapped both of your hands around his cock before you slowly began to pump your hands up and down. Harvey's moans were delicious...his head fell back to rest on your shoulder as he lost himself in the feeling of your touch, each pleasurable feeling making him want to nearly cum from the sheer satisfaction and relief of this moment, every wet dream...every lustful thought or time that he thought of you in a dirtier setting....it felt like it had all been worth it in the end.

He was grateful that you were bolder than himself.

Otherwise, he would've been steeping in the pit of his own lustful wants and desires for Yoba knows how long.

"Your cock is leaking so much, Harvey..." You marveled at just how much pre-cum he was leaking; you would've thought he had cum already! "Is that all from me touching you? I've barely even started..." You whispered into his ear, a giggle following suit when his cock jumped in response, earning Harvey a couple of taps from your finger onto the angry head of his dick. You made sure not to play with him for too long; however, one of your hands slid up to begin rolling your hand repeatedly over his cockhead.

Harvey let out a sharp, high-pitched moan at the contact, the muscles in his thighs and stomach flexing as his jaw began to fall open, all types of lewd sounds beginning to escape more freely as Harvey lazily thrusted his hips in time with your strokes. "S-So good..." He groaned, causing you to squeeze his cock just a little harder in response, earning a broken gasp mixed with a moan in response.

You could feel his cock starting to throb more, his chest falling and rising more frequently. "Close—!" He struggled to withhold the urge to scream out his pleasure, the very thought of someone even beginning to hear him making him blush even harder as he swore he could've died of embarrassment if such a thing ever happened. And the sight of his increasingly reddening face...his moans and the way he began to stutter in his thrusts made you smirk like a wicked fox as you increased your pumps to an almost impossible speed, trying to bring about Harvey's orgasm even faster. "Ahh...you must reeallly be close Harvey—" You noticed his breath come in shorter pants, his cock twitching and straining against your hands as his pre-cum suddenly began to become clearer and more frequent. "—Soooooo cute~!" You praised him.

When you placed a kiss on his cheek, that was the catalyst that drove the doctor to suddenly let out a drawn-out scream towards his ceiling as his cum shot out from his cock. Jet after jet landing on his stomach and even a little onto his chest as you continued to pump him through his high. It was only when he managed to grab your wrist, gently urging you to stop, did you let him go and proceeded to cover his cheek in appreciative kisses. Something that you intended to do up until he fully came down from his high, and you were able to spoil him with a bath and a meal.

Jio

[No Relationship]

UGH MY MAN—

As much as I'd like to say otherwise, I can't see Jio masturbating to any type of porn, seeing as he's too busy/focused for it. Life as a ninja is demanding and doesn't allow much time for himself, and if he does have free time, it's spent either training or meditating.

But assuming he has free time and is feeling more pent up than usual, I like to believe that he'd probably be the type to jerk off to the thought of you. Although he doesn't really know you and is suspicious of you still, he has a pair of working eyes and does believe you're nice to look at.

He wouldn't say your name, in fact? He's pretty quiet during the whole ordeal overall as he fists his cock against a tree somewhere out in the forest, the only noise coming from him being the heavy breathing or the pants that slip from his lips every now and again.

Only when he's close to climaxing would he allow himself to say your name once. But, he'd probably feel a bit guilty about it, and that would be the catalyst that makes him avoid touching himself for a long while (as well as making him realize that he kinda likes you as well).

♡ - 'What a shameful situation...' Jio thought to himself as he leaned against a tree, heavy pants escaping through his mask as his eyes were glued to the tent in his pants. He was supposed to be patrolling the forest territories outside Ridgeside Village, to make sure that no monsters had slipped by from beyond the Ridge as per the orders of his Lady.

And yet...since witnessing you take out an entire small army of monsters on your own, your strength and courage in battle, combined with how he knew you. Clumsy and easily flustered around him, always eager to give him flowers too. He wasn't an idiot; he knew that you had feelings for him, but he planned to ignore your hints and small advances, deeming there to be no reason for him to involve himself with not only a human but someone who was essentially a necessary tool for his Lady's plans to protect the valley!

What use was there in complicating matters by romance?

At least...that's what he tried to tell himself.

In truth, reality was harsher than the stories crafted by the mind. His cock throbbed and ached with the desire to be touched, the elf's eyes darting side to side as if he would be caught at any moment like a deer attempting to escape the hunt of a prowling mountain cat. Once confirmed that no one was around but the quiet sounds of nature...it was then that Jio dared to let a hand slip down south, all before a whispered moan left his lips when he grabbed his hard cock, the feeling providing temporary relief until he needed more.

Slowly, he sank down to the grassy floor as he tried to soothe himself via rubbing his hand over his clothed cock repeatedly. Each touch was both equally as light as a ghost's touch and hard as if he were attempting to punish himself for giving into such base desires. The Lady of the cult had scolded him from time to time throughout his bringing up that romance was unnecessary, that it caused nothing but distractions, and that he was to always remain focused.

He could agree on the distraction part.

Each rub of his cock made him dizzy with thoughts of you.

Suddenly, he took note of your features in his mind's eye more. Like...how adorable you looked at him when he told you to go away, both debating whether or not to challenge his word, or to simply do as you were told. When you eventually turned away, however, listening to him, he wouldn't deny how his cock throbbed at the memory in addition to how soft your body felt. The few times the two of you were close to one another, times that he dared to label as 'disgusting' in his head.

Now he was beginning to wish that he had pressed himself even closer to your body in turn. Despite how fierce you were in a fight, it seemed that your body was still as soft as one would be if they had never picked up a weapon in their life! "Y—" Jio quickly stopped himself from saying your name out loud, as if daring to do so would be admitting to the fact that he may have somewhat liked you despite what he was doing to himself already. How his hand grew tired of rubbing over his cock and instead moved to pull down his pants a little, just enough to free himself, before a sharp hiss escaped him once his dick was exposed to the cool air. His cock hung slightly from its own weight, the tip leaking a milky white pre-cum as trails of it dribbling down the sides of his length and even dripping onto the grass below.

"Yoba..." Jio whispered as he dared to wrap his hand around his cock. He tightened his hand at the base for a moment before slowly bringing it up to his cockhead and repeating the action. He repeated the process a few more times. Up and down, up and down until he found himself going into a steady motion, clumsy and inexperienced perhaps, but...it did the job enough to give him pleasure as soft pants and moans began to leave his lips.

He thought of your body even more, his mind beginning to imagine you in more... compromising positions as he spread his legs a little wider, got more comfortable in his position against the three as he sped up his ministrations even more. "Fuck..." He whispered breathlessly, his eyes fluttering closed as his cock twitched to the image behind his eyes. More pre-cum oozed from his cockhead, the movements of his hand aiding in making each glide up and down his cock slicker and quicker as the elf began to buck his hips up into his hand, a strange tightness beginning to form in the pit of his stomach as more moans began to flow more freely from his mouth.

Strangely enough, he was beginning to wish that you were here somewhere in this forest.

An effect of his lust-riddled mind, perhaps, but...he wanted your help. The idea of you slowly bringing your hips up and down his cock, your sweet moans ringing in his ears as his hands wandered up and down your soft body, made him moan for your touch, a thought that aided him in his impending orgasm as he bucked his hips up into his fists with more determination to reach his orgasm. "Y/N..." His head rolled to look off to the side as he moaned your name softly, cheeks flushing in both embarrassment and shame at the fact that he was touching himself to the thought of you. However...you wouldn't mind, right?

You wanted his attention.

He thought back to the flowers you gifted him a while back, the ones he had so foolishly thrown off to the side when you were out of his sight.

He imagined what your face would look like if you were to catch him like this. Shocked, most definitel,y but the image of you slowly walking up to him and offering yourself as a form of 'help'—Jio could barely manage to buck his hips up into his hands a few more times before he finally climaxed with a deep groan, a milky whiteness spilling over his gloved hands and shooting onto the grass. Jio stroked himself a few more times, wringing out every last drop of his spend before he started to whine from building overstimulation.

Slowly, post-orgasmic bliss transitioned over steadily building shame as the elf murmured an embarrassed grumble.

After today, he planned to be a little nicer to you, to try to see where your affections towards him would lead both of you.

[In Relationship]

He's more than happy to indulge your fantasies about him.

In fact, I think he'd be honored(?). In the sense that he's happy that you find him as attractive as he does you. The moment you suggest he masturbate in front of you, he's already dragging you off to the bedroom to fulfill your fantasy.

While he's not turning into Magic Mike, he would try to appeal to other fantasies you have, such as him keeping his mask on him as well as him talking to you in the process! I'm talking compliments, confessions as to what he's going to do to you the second he's finished with himself, all the works.

"Yoba...you look so pretty standing there, Y/N."

"Such a tease, t-the moment I'm finished—Fuck."

"How do you look more wrecked than I? Be patient, my love, once I'm done. I'll tend to that needy pussy of yours."

The whole nine yards, and the second he finishes, he makes good on his promise to tend to you.

♡ - "Will...will you touch yourself in front of me?" When you asked that question in front of him one day, he had to hear you repeat the question around two more times before it not only fully registered in his mind, but also for him to understand that he wasn't dreaming all of a sudden.

To say that Jio was infatuated with you was an understatement.

He was willing to do anything for you, no matter the consequence that would potentially befall himself.

So, to please himself in front of you was but another small thing in the list of endless other things he was willing to do if it meant satisfying a desire of yours. However...as he led you to the bedroom, taking off his clothes before sitting in front of you to begin touching himself...he couldn't help but wonder why you had asked such a thing of him in the first place! Especially seeing as, hardly a few minutes into him touching himself, you looked worse for wear than he was! While he was noticeably flushed, pupils dilated as his eyes roamed over your still-clothed form, not needing much but your very presence to get himself off—you looked as if you were about to pounce on him at any second.

Your chest heaved up and down rapidly as if you had just finished running. Your cheeks were noticeably red, and your hands twitched with the urge to touch him.

Jio chuckled at your needy state. "You-You don't have to hold yourself back from touching me." He offered as he began to spread his legs even wider to let you see, not only more of what he was doing to himself but also to entice you. As fine as he was with stroking his own cock, he made sure to focus on fisting himself slowly, with a particular focus on stimulating his cockhead the most. He would much rather you touch him. "I enjoy your touch more than my own, my love—"

"I-I just want to watch." You interrupted, hardly managing to keep a broken moan from escaping your lips, much less the obvious fact that you were lying.

Jio rolled his eyes at your stubborn nature.

But if that were the case...the elf decided that he would have to get you to touch him another way. "If you won't touch me, then...may I touch you?" The way he sounded as if he were on the brink of getting on his knees and worshipping you had you in shambles, as you could've sworn that your underwear was absolutely soaked now as you stared at Jio, almost dumbfoundedly. Like a ship slowly sailing itself closer to the origin of a siren's call, though...you walked closer to the bed first before crawling onto it, getting closer...and closer...and closer, until you were kneeling right in between Jio's thighs.

Right where he wanted you, the elf wasting no time to sit up straighter and loop an arm around your waist to pull you closer until the two of you were chest to chest, staring deeply into each other's eyes as Jio continued to pump his cock, the tip now leaking like a broken faucet as pre-cum leaked from his slit almost non-stop. "So pretty..." You both murmured in unison. However, Jio's face blushed almost more intensely than your own, his eyes widening for a split second at the compliment before he quickly tried to save face with a scoff. "You flatter me." Were his only words before he urged you to lean forward a little more, your breaths fanning over each other's face as Jio's eyes traveled from your own and down to your lips.

His cock throbbed at the idea of kissing you...although he had done so many times before this moment, the urge was even stronger now that he was touching himself.

However, he had to remember that this plan was to get you to lose yourself. To eventually forgo this little game of yours, where you asked him to please himself in front of yo,u and decide to take matters into your own hands like he so desperately wanted you to.

His eyes lidded. "...May I kiss you?" He murmured, stopping himself just an inch short of kissing you.

You didn't even try to give him an answer before deciding to smash your lips against Jio's. A deep groan escaped from the elf's lips as he stroked his cock even harder in response as he pulled you even harder against his chest. Your hands quickly found their way to entangle themselves in Jio's hair as lewd smacking and breathless moans shared between the two of you began to become louder and louder in the otherwise silent space of your bedroom, all alongside the slick sounds of Jio fisting his cock like a man possessed. Your body being pressed so close to his own...the sound of your moans mixed with how you tugged and pulled at his hair as if you couldn't get enough of him...as if you were just as infatuated with him as he was with you.

"Y/N..." He whispered in-between your kisses. "I can't—I can't get enough of you..." His words were almost as if he were confessing to a statue of Yoba. When you pulled away, your cunt throbbed at the sight of Jio's state. His head was pressed deeply into the pillow behind him, his hair fanning the sides of his head while his pupils nearly took over the greens of his eyes, almost as if the man were absolutely lovesick with you!

Yet, even as Jio breathlessly whined for your lips to return to his own. For you to let him kiss you again, his hand never stopped moving.

You were almost—no, you were jealous.

Without a second thought, you slapped Jio's hand away to take over touching him yourself. The sudden feeling of your soft hand replacing his calloused one made the elf suddenly let out a sharp moan before it was swiftly snuffed out by your lips returning to his own. Without letting a single second pass by, Jio's hands entangle themselves in your hair, pulling your head closer to his lips as his hips started to gently thrust into your moving hand, muffled groans escaping him every now and again as the pleasure seems to burn through his veins seemingly tenfold. Enough to almost make the man tear up from a mixture of his budding orgasm and the sheer amount of care and love he had for you. However...he didn't want things to end too quickly.

As pathetic as it may have seemed, even though he had only gone just a little while of not being able to touch you...now that he was able? He wanted to bask in it for as long as he possibly could. "Don't...don't make me cum so quickly Y/N—" Jio managed to grunt out from your excessive kissing, pulling himself away just a little as much as it pained him.

"Huh...?" You whispered breathlessly, a string of spit still connecting the two of you as you looked at Jio through a foggy vision. The elf chuckled at the sight, his cock throbbing as he caressed your cheek, watching you automatically lean your head into his touch. "I want to enjoy you for as long as I can..." He said. "Let's take our time."

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