CW for unintentional (sort of) voyeurism (fucking/masturbation whilst Frater's on a phonecall)
MDNI!
He's fucking you over his desk in the middle of the day, when the phone rings. It's still during his office hours, so of course he has to answer it. Unfortunately, this means he has to slide out of your warmth, and reach across his desk just so.
The angle is deliberate enough for his length to slide against the cleft of your thighs, oh-so-close to where he left you bereft. Placating kisses pour over the flutter of your pulse, murmured apologies spilling into your ear.
Only managing to sound slightly breathless, he answers, only to groan inwardly at the sound of the shrill voice on the other end of the line. This was going to take longer than he thought.
Fortunately for both of you, you'd planned ahead for just such an eventuality. Reaching for his desk drawer, you slide it open to extract the secret you'd hidden there. Thick eyebrows knit together in confusion, before spotting your prize.
His eyes land on the dildo, then flicker to where you still clench around nothing, whimpering through bitten lips at the loss of him. Moss green and moon white eyes blow wide, sharp teeth pressing into his lower lip as he swallows hard.
Planting a foot on each arm of his chair, you tease the toy against your soaked cunt, gasping every time it catches against your entrance. He's barely stringing together coherent sentences, his free hand falling to stroke himself languidly as he watches from under lidded eyes.
You're so far gone, you barely register his murmured instruction, easily mistaking it for part of his one-way conversation.
'Go on...' he breathes, barely moving the mouthpiece away from his lips, 'you gonna keep yourself warm for me, honey?'
That's all it takes for you to fuck the toy into yourself in one motion, pleasure knocking you back onto an elbow. He matches you stroke for stroke, lust clouding your thoughts as the conversation fades into an unintelligible buzz.
In one motion, he tugs you over the surface of the desk and stands over you, a wide palm spreading your legs further apart. He remains frozen in place for a moment, enraptured by your defilement.
The phone is still at his ear; the conversation is less than one-sided now as thick fingers curl in-between yours, guiding the slick motion of the toy. A surprised squeak tears from your throat as his mouth curls into a wicked smile.
That's it, my love... he mouths, let go. Ruin me.
Pleasure short-circuits your mind as his other hand lowers, the pad of his thumb rubbing frantic circles over your clit. Almost in vain, your hand flies to your mouth as your voice rises into a cry of ecstasy.
But it's too little too late as a well-angled thrust has you screaming out his name. Stars twinkle behind your eyes as you feel the white hot ache within you explode. Your release floods over his hands, soaking his cock, and dripping obscenely onto the floor.
So powerful is your orgasm, he has to scramble to catch the toy before it's sent flying across the floor of his office. Setting it aside, he grins wolfishly down at you, the voice at his ear now seemingly shocked into silence.
'I'm sorry, something's, ah, come up,' he smirks unrepentantly, winking slyly at you, 'I'll call you back later.'
You cover your burning face with your hands he leans over you to replace the receiver without waiting for a response. Gently, he peels them away as soft reassuring kisses follow light nibbles up your quivering body.
Eager yet gentle hands curl around your hips, tugging you against the cushion of his stomach and the hardness of his still-aching cock. You whine as he leans down, his lips brushing lightly against the hollow of your throat.
I'm horny and can't sleep so let's make this a late night writing challenge. (Different Papas and different Readers in different positions! What fun!) đ„đŠđ€
His tongue just kept lapping at your soaked folds even after your were clearly overstimulated.Â
"C-Copia-" You whine, petting his head to let him know it was time to stop. You laugh when he whines back, stopping to look up at you with bedroom eyes that could set fire to the whole place.
"Beautiful, beautiful demon.. You will be the death of me"
"And you me if you don't stop licking my cunt like a damn popsicle"
He gives you a feigned offended gasp, lifting his head up from between your thighs with a wet mustache and chin dripping with your spend. He was so hot when all he wanted was you. You're all he could think of. He crawls on top of you even as you can't stop smiling under him.
"You're a popsicle, one I will never stop licking until I die." He purrs on top of you, wiping hair away from your face. He's silly, he's so goofy, and yet he's so hot your loins catch fire again. Oops.
"Are you almost done?" Terzo's voice comes from the main bedroom of your shared apartment. You were having a hard time tying together the new lingerie set you bought for very special occasions but it seemed Satan wanted to pull tricks instead of helping you pull the lace just so around your waist.
"A-Almost!" If you didn't come out of the bathroom soon it was all going to go down the drain and your sanity with it. The attempt at reassuring him doesn't do anything because you hear footsteps coming closer to the bathroom door.
"Amore, I know you said this was a surprise but I have to know if it's a car you are wrapping or you are hiding a body in there." He taps the door three times with his knuckle.Â
You sigh and curse under your breath. Of course this had to happen when he gets home late, of course if had to happen when he has been home only three days after tour. Of course, it had to happen, to you. Of course. Satan blessed you with a beautiful man and his brilliant mind and the patience of a thousand monks, but you couldn't help but just feel guilty.
"Come.. Come in.." You warn with defeat in your tone. The door knob turns before Terzo walks through and sees you for what is going on. A red laced lingerie mess tangled in the sexy straps and ties meant to make you look like Lilith herself on a throne of skulls. Now you just feel like Lilith's hot mess of a cousin.
Terzo tilts his head with a riling amusement. "Amore?"
"I know! I know, okay? I was-I was going to surprise you with this but then this damn thing kept getting in knots and slipping off me and, ugh." You slip your hands over your face with burning embarrassment. Hands curl around yours and lower them down only for another hand to reach for your chin and lift it, so that Terzo could see your pretty eyes.
"All of this for me, amore? I'm ever so grateful that the Dark One let us meet one fateful day and forever will be," He goes on. He wants to laugh but doesn't want to make you feel any more embarrassed than you already feel.
"I love that you wanted to surprise me, but maybe, eh, ask?"
"Then it wouldn't be a surprise, Terzo"
"I know, but think of it this way.. I help you put it on," He wraps his arms around your waist and that decibel in his voice lowers, making your knees wobble. You slide your hands up to his neck and hold on just in case you can't stand right any longer.
"I help you take it off, si?"
"S-Si-Yes. Yeah. Of course." This time he lets out a low chuckle from your flustered state. He leans in and stays right next to your ear with a smirk.
"It is alright amore, I used to take sewing lessons when I was younger. I'll have you in this thing and back out of it before you can spell Emeritus."
Primo whimpers when you thrust the strap on inside him hard enough to shake him in bed. His hips snap back with fervor, sweat runs down his face as you watch from your beautiful view above him. He's shaking and whining and a complete mess, just like you said he would hours before.Â
When the playful tease left your lips at the beginning of tonight's fun events he scoffed at the idea you would get him like this. Now, you see the mechanisms working through his head and maybe he needed to reconsider. All of that aside, he never wanted it to end with you.Â
You lift his legs up over your shoulders before plowing right into that spot that makes him howl into the bedroom. If anyone could hear it, they'd rather be shot than to let you both know that you're just being too noisy for their liking.
"F-Fuck-" Primo hisses through his teeth. His gnarled hands with sharp nails grip on to your arms like a lifeline before he slams his head back into the pillows under him.
"What's wrong, baby boy? Demon got your tongue?" You tease him again and catch that it makes his dick bob above his stomach. Primo may have been well into his 80's, but you were over a thousand years old. He was of so much younger than you and you loved to see him squirm when you referenced the huge age difference.
You're still pounding into him like there's no tomorrow even when he tries to quip back. A smile grows slowly on your face as you plan your next move, and Primo can see it with that excited fear in his eyes.Â
A thousand year old Demon flips over the First, spanking him on the ass before spreading his ass cheeks. Primo lands on his stomach with a grunt before letting out a warbled gasp.
Your expert tongue dances around the rim of his asshole before poking itself inside. He pleads with you as his nails grip the bed sheets until they tear. His legs kick out to nothing but your strength outmatches his and pins both his calves to the bed before diving in deeper.
"Y-You must-Fuck! Please!"
Oh, must you now? You chuckle darkly in his ass at the sounds of his pleas. Another smack to his ass has his cock spurting pre-cum in between him and the sheets. You can smell it all over him. The neediness, the want, the desire, it makes your head spin. Not enough to throw you off your task but enough to push you into high gear.
You lean back from such a beautiful bounty only to speak.Â
"You want it? Beg for it, my little prince." Before you lower yourself back down and continue where you left off, half of your tongue now entering him and thrusting back and forth in those tight walls. Primo shouts as he strangely feels your tongue grow twice its size from before. He doesn't know how it is happening but his mind is caring less and less as it fucks him in his own mattress.
"Y-Yes, Yes! Please, your Lordship, I-I've been so good- I-I've worshipped at your statue and praised your name-Please! Oh fuck-! I-I'm-!" He gasps as he feels your entire tongue from your parted lips inside him and fucking him like the doll he is. Primo sees stars and white light behind his eyelids. He ruts back on to your mouth until he feels his cum soiling the sheets below with quick gasps and whimpers at high volume.
Moments later, you are holding him in your thick arms as he lays across your body under the blankets. His calm breathing soothes you as you take locks of that white mane and place it behind his ear. He stirs to prop himself on his elbows, looking at you before he leans in with a slow and loving kiss. The kind that you can sense is filled with worship and devotion. An offering you take every night with him. A ritual for just the two of you.
You kiss back, holding him right there in your arms until he lays back on top of you again. He falls asleep, peaceful and content.
You're holding on to Perpetua for dear life as his knotted cock burrows itself to the hilt of his hips, only stopping by the swollen knot at the end of his cock. Your eyes widen when you peer down and see how big it is and the wolfish grin he has on his painted face.
"What's the matter, baby girl?" Like he really has to ask. The teasing tone in his voice has you whining something out but it is completely twisted into a gasp as you feel him moving through your walls. He's so big but the delicious burn from it makes you lick your lips. You're both sweating, all of your clothes scattered to the floor. Nothing between you and him.
"P-Perpetua-" He slides his cock a mere half inch inside you and you are whining loudly again.
"Yes, my darling, my darkest pit, what is it?" He tilts his head, waiting for your response. But it never comes just like he knew it wouldn't, as your too busy being stuffed with his knotted cock. He licks and bites your neck as you extend it to give him access. Your eyes are shut, your voice hoarse from moaning and calling out to him.
The next thing that comes out of your mouth was not something either of you were expecting.
"M-Mew!"
That sound gets him to halt everything he was doing. He's looking down at you with something so surprised you think he's mad at you. You look away after he doesn't say anything.Â
"I-I'm sorry, I-"
"Do that again"
"Perp-Ah!" Perpetua lifts a leg and plunges deeper into you, hitting that sweet spot you can't keep under control.
"Do it. Again." A thrust meets every word as he orders you to mew like a kitten again.
And you do.
"Mew! Mew!" Meww-ah! Ah!"
Perpetua flips both of you over so quickly you almost get vertigo but he's back in your cunt fucking you and spanking your ass, "Mew for me, kitten. Mew for Daddy"
You are practically screaming as he fucks you, fucking you so fast and furiously you think his knot is going to pop right inside you. You can't stop mewling for him, actually meowing and mewing until he's lifting you up with his claws curling around the front of your neck and forcing your back to be connected to his chest.
"That's it, mew you little bitch, mew like the fucking slut you are." Perpetua's hips smack against your inner thighs, then, you feel it. His knot shoves itself right in and he roars above you. Pinning you down and biting in to your shoulder as he spurts load after loud of semen right into your sweet cunt.
You scream uncaringly, orgasm so ferociously you feel like you're blacking out. You come to a few moments later to find that Perpetua had carefully rotated you on to your back and is wiping sweat off your body. He's taking care of you even as you both are connected.
You can't help but give a contented sigh and sleepy smile as he wipes your face with a part of the sheets then kisses your temple.
"What a ride, huh?" He smiles.
"I didn't know what came over me" You respond back with a bit of heat growing on your face from the shame. Perpetua takes your face with a clawed hand and turns it to look at him.
"Do not be ashamed, my angel, you were perfect" He kisses your cheek "You were magnificent" He trails down to your collar bone "I love whatever you pulled back there" He reassures with a final kiss to your sternum.
"Are you sure?"
Your need to know he isn't going to tease you or ridicule you makes his heart swell.
Older f/o who calls you âkiddoâ or âkidâ but still doesnât do a thing to discourage your advances and even starts to flirt backâŠ. đ”âđ«đ”âđ«đ”âđ«đ”âđ«
Back with more Ghost song lyric prompts! Second lyric taken from the list @mcgibbykins sent (thank you again!). This one is:
Tell me who you wanna be, And I will set you free
18+ MDNI. Terzo x sexually insecure/shy reader. Reader has breasts and a vagina/clit. ~1.4 words. Vaginal fingering, oral (reader receiving), sweet Terzo who is also a bit of a shit, AKA Terzo ragebaits you into having some confidence.
Terzo is a very patient man. Every time you recoil from his touch, purposefully or not, or attempt to cover up while he undresses you, he simply smiles and waits. Your apologies are shushed and your tears are dried. His assurances and encouragement are as persistent as the voice in your head that works so hard to entrench the shame you have learned.
You tell him often that you don't want to be like this. He knows. He is content to take his time to unravel you and determined in his efforts to find out what makes you tick. Even his soothing is too much for you sometimes, his praise being so sincere and heartfelt that it physically hurts.
But no matter how much you struggle and lament, he still takes you in his arms. Still holds you and attempts to kiss away your insecurities. Still shows you how much he wants you with every shape he traces on your skin. Despite your lingering reticence, his unwavering kindness has broken down some of your walls. However, you still have a lot of work to do.
He wants to try a different approach tonight.
He makes you say it. He makes you put your desire into words. You stammer and stumble over them but you get them out eventually.
"I want to be touched. I want to be the sort of person who can ask for what they need."
Your honesty is rewarded briefly by his mouth on yours. "You need to give yourself permission. Permission to demand it."
He sees the fear freeze you. You don't know how. You don't know if you can let go of all of baggage.
"If you cannot give yourself permission, then take mine. Here, now, in this room, you have my permission. To be brave. Free. To be whoever you want to be."
As you are trying to conjure the confidence he thinks you are capable of, he turns away from you. He quietly disrobes and climbs on to his bed, kneeling in its centre to wait for you.
You take a deep breath and begin to strip. He watches intently, following your fingers as they unbutton and unclasp until you are wearing nothing but a blush. Once you are completely bare, you climb on to the bed and he immediately crawls to you, stopping just short of being within reach. Before you can think yourself out of it, you close the distance to straddle his thighs and pull his mouth to yours.
His smile momentarily hinders him from kissing you back but he catches up quickly. As your hands explore his torso, his own mirror your movements but deliberately avoid all of the places you would like them to be. Even as you thumb over his nipple, his fingertips merely brush over yours, plausibly by accident, and you whine against his lips.
Trying not to take his low chuckle too personally, you resist the urge to pout and instead decide to be more direct. You grab his hand and forcefully shove it on to your chest, which only makes him laugh harder. Even worse, he retracts.
"You said you wanted to ask," he tuts, with a playfully admonishing glare. "That is cheating."
While you are no stranger to falling under his borderline arrogant charm, you're not in the mood for it right now. You grab the back of his neck and drag him closer, kissing him and pawing at him harder with the hope you can power through his restraint. But it's no use; he continues to reciprocate in a measured, almost apathetic way which upgrades your aggravation to taking offence. Although your confidence has evidently increased, it's not the way he wants it.
You give in to petulance, making the best sad eyes you can muster as you lean away from him. Just as he has can disarm you with smarm, you also have your ways. He sighs and offers his best apologetic grimace with a quick peck to your lips for emphasis, but it doesn't stop you climbing off him. As he tries to protest, you crawl towards the pillows and lie down. When you beckon him closer with a curling of your finger, his smile returns.
"Come here," you say as he hovers over you, and he dives into your neck allowing you to wrap your arms around him.
Apparently happy that his approach seems to be effective, he softens as he presses against you. He mouths gently downward and lavishes attention across your chest. You close your eyes as your fingers slide into his hair, reframing any apprehension buzzing under your skin as the desire you feel for him. His hand following the curve of your hip and his breath tickling your ear opens you up further, and a moan escapes you as the ache inside you builds.
"You know what you need to do," he mutters, unable or unwilling to stop spreading kisses over you as he speaks. "Tell me."
His lips settle in the middle of your breasts, and he peeks through the curtain of his black hair curling over his eye to wait for your instruction. You try to obey even though your face is burning under his gaze but, as he drags his tongue up your breastbone in a flat stripe, your voice breaks into a shuddering whine.
"You want to cum, yes? Tell me how."
Gentle lips and warm breath on your skin help to ground you as you work up to the part you always find so difficult. The white of his eye flashes in and out of view with each subtle movement and its unwavering expectation pushes you closer to success. He doesn't need to say anything else; all of the times he had said it before playback in your mind so clearly he could be whispering it in your ear.
Direct. Straightforward. With no concern about sounding seductive or performing for him. Just say it.
"Touch me," you exhale. "Please, I-I want to you toâfuck, I⊠your fingers. Please."
"Very good," he says sincerely. "Like this?"
Delicately cupping you, his fingertip teases through your growing wetness and gradually pressing harder.
"Yes! A bit higheâah!"
His patience is obviously waning as he nudges the pad of his thumb towards your clit before you get the words out, and lets a lazy grin spread across his face as you suck your lip between your teeth before he really even starts to touch you. He purrs as he watches you let go and affords his praise liberally as you bloom beneath him. Beginning to guide him further with pleas for more - harder or faster, or even another finger inside you - you feel the pride in yourself that he does.
When you open your eyes and find him barely an inch from your face, studying each line, twitch and expression, you don't shy away from it. It doesn't feel like scrutiny anymore. You share a look of approval and he continues to reward you. Not that it is solely for your benefit.
"You're going to cum on my fingers, hm?" He coos into your ear, his lips grazing its shell.
"Yes!" Another chuckle, but his next words are cut off. "And then on your tongue."
The faltering of his strokes almost throws you back into uncertainty but the burning trail his lips leave down your stomach quickly quells it. Any discipline or plan to teach is forgotten in favour of satisfying his desire to taste you. However, it does not stop him drawing it out a bit longer, only letting his the tip of his tongue nudge the edges of your sex as he savours the first drops of his own prize.
His mouth slips over to your thigh, still trying to pace himself somewhat. If it is for his own enjoyment or to ensure he does not overstimulate you, you're not sure. And you don't really care. You just need more. Your hand finds his hair and drags him back to where you need him. His eyes lock on to yours, ready to chastise you.
"Cheating."
Wholly on instinct, you tug at his scalp and his attempted reproach is muffled by a mouthful of you. His own natural instinct kicks in and his tongue explores as if it has no other purpose, and his exclamation of surprise transforms into a series of wanton moans.
Terzo can be a patient man, but he has his limits.
Thanks for reading! Reblogs much appreciated <3
All other entries in this series can be found here :)
Back with more Ghost song lyric prompts! Second lyric taken from the list @mcgibbykins sent (thank you again!). This one is:
Tell me who you wanna be, And I will set you free
18+ MDNI. Terzo x sexually insecure/shy reader. Reader has breasts and a vagina/clit. ~1.4 words. Vaginal fingering, oral (reader receiving), sweet Terzo who is also a bit of a shit, AKA Terzo ragebaits you into having some confidence.
Terzo is a very patient man. Every time you recoil from his touch, purposefully or not, or attempt to cover up while he undresses you, he simply smiles and waits. Your apologies are shushed and your tears are dried. His assurances and encouragement are as persistent as the voice in your head that works so hard to entrench the shame you have learned.
You tell him often that you don't want to be like this. He knows. He is content to take his time to unravel you and determined in his efforts to find out what makes you tick. Even his soothing is too much for you sometimes, his praise being so sincere and heartfelt that it physically hurts.
But no matter how much you struggle and lament, he still takes you in his arms. Still holds you and attempts to kiss away your insecurities. Still shows you how much he wants you with every shape he traces on your skin. Despite your lingering reticence, his unwavering kindness has broken down some of your walls. However, you still have a lot of work to do.
He wants to try a different approach tonight.
He makes you say it. He makes you put your desire into words. You stammer and stumble over them but you get them out eventually.
"I want to be touched. I want to be the sort of person who can ask for what they need."
Your honesty is rewarded briefly by his mouth on yours. "You need to give yourself permission. Permission to demand it."
He sees the fear freeze you. You don't know how. You don't know if you can let go of all of baggage.
"If you cannot give yourself permission, then take mine. Here, now, in this room, you have my permission. To be brave. Free. To be whoever you want to be."
As you are trying to conjure the confidence he thinks you are capable of, he turns away from you. He quietly disrobes and climbs on to his bed, kneeling in its centre to wait for you.
You take a deep breath and begin to strip. He watches intently, following your fingers as they unbutton and unclasp until you are wearing nothing but a blush. Once you are completely bare, you climb on to the bed and he immediately crawls to you, stopping just short of being within reach. Before you can think yourself out of it, you close the distance to straddle his thighs and pull his mouth to yours.
His smile momentarily hinders him from kissing you back but he catches up quickly. As your hands explore his torso, his own mirror your movements but deliberately avoid all of the places you would like them to be. Even as you thumb over his nipple, his fingertips merely brush over yours, plausibly by accident, and you whine against his lips.
Trying not to take his low chuckle too personally, you resist the urge to pout and instead decide to be more direct. You grab his hand and forcefully shove it on to your chest, which only makes him laugh harder. Even worse, he retracts.
"You said you wanted to ask," he tuts, with a playfully admonishing glare. "That is cheating."
While you are no stranger to falling under his borderline arrogant charm, you're not in the mood for it right now. You grab the back of his neck and drag him closer, kissing him and pawing at him harder with the hope you can power through his restraint. But it's no use; he continues to reciprocate in a measured, almost apathetic way which upgrades your aggravation to taking offence. Although your confidence has evidently increased, it's not the way he wants it.
You give in to petulance, making the best sad eyes you can muster as you lean away from him. Just as he has can disarm you with smarm, you also have your ways. He sighs and offers his best apologetic grimace with a quick peck to your lips for emphasis, but it doesn't stop you climbing off him. As he tries to protest, you crawl towards the pillows and lie down. When you beckon him closer with a curling of your finger, his smile returns.
"Come here," you say as he hovers over you, and he dives into your neck allowing you to wrap your arms around him.
Apparently happy that his approach seems to be effective, he softens as he presses against you. He mouths gently downward and lavishes attention across your chest. You close your eyes as your fingers slide into his hair, reframing any apprehension buzzing under your skin as the desire you feel for him. His hand following the curve of your hip and his breath tickling your ear opens you up further, and a moan escapes you as the ache inside you builds.
"You know what you need to do," he mutters, unable or unwilling to stop spreading kisses over you as he speaks. "Tell me."
His lips settle in the middle of your breasts, and he peeks through the curtain of his black hair curling over his eye to wait for your instruction. You try to obey even though your face is burning under his gaze but, as he drags his tongue up your breastbone in a flat stripe, your voice breaks into a shuddering whine.
"You want to cum, yes? Tell me how."
Gentle lips and warm breath on your skin help to ground you as you work up to the part you always find so difficult. The white of his eye flashes in and out of view with each subtle movement and its unwavering expectation pushes you closer to success. He doesn't need to say anything else; all of the times he had said it before playback in your mind so clearly he could be whispering it in your ear.
Direct. Straightforward. With no concern about sounding seductive or performing for him. Just say it.
"Touch me," you exhale. "Please, I-I want to you toâfuck, I⊠your fingers. Please."
"Very good," he says sincerely. "Like this?"
Delicately cupping you, his fingertip teases through your growing wetness and gradually pressing harder.
"Yes! A bit higheâah!"
His patience is obviously waning as he nudges the pad of his thumb towards your clit before you get the words out, and lets a lazy grin spread across his face as you suck your lip between your teeth before he really even starts to touch you. He purrs as he watches you let go and affords his praise liberally as you bloom beneath him. Beginning to guide him further with pleas for more - harder or faster, or even another finger inside you - you feel the pride in yourself that he does.
When you open your eyes and find him barely an inch from your face, studying each line, twitch and expression, you don't shy away from it. It doesn't feel like scrutiny anymore. You share a look of approval and he continues to reward you. Not that it is solely for your benefit.
"You're going to cum on my fingers, hm?" He coos into your ear, his lips grazing its shell.
"Yes!" Another chuckle, but his next words are cut off. "And then on your tongue."
The faltering of his strokes almost throws you back into uncertainty but the burning trail his lips leave down your stomach quickly quells it. Any discipline or plan to teach is forgotten in favour of satisfying his desire to taste you. However, it does not stop him drawing it out a bit longer, only letting his the tip of his tongue nudge the edges of your sex as he savours the first drops of his own prize.
His mouth slips over to your thigh, still trying to pace himself somewhat. If it is for his own enjoyment or to ensure he does not overstimulate you, you're not sure. And you don't really care. You just need more. Your hand finds his hair and drags him back to where you need him. His eyes lock on to yours, ready to chastise you.
"Cheating."
Wholly on instinct, you tug at his scalp and his attempted reproach is muffled by a mouthful of you. His own natural instinct kicks in and his tongue explores as if it has no other purpose, and his exclamation of surprise transforms into a series of wanton moans.
Terzo can be a patient man, but he has his limits.
Thanks for reading! Reblogs much appreciated <3
All other entries in this series can be found here :)
A little Papa V x gn!reader backstage shenanigans...
I can't be the only one wondering how it feels to be in close proximity with him down there.... đ”âđ« anyway.
MDNI (no explicit smut, but smut adjacent/implied)
So, I've been thinking about the candid shots of Perpetua back/under-stage again, to nobody's surprise, and also thinking of how... close quarters things must be under there.
You try to spend as much time as possible with him before he has to jet off again, especially if this includes sitting in on rehearsals. Sometimes, you sit on the stage, heart bursting with pride as you watch him shine. How lucky you are to see him like this.
But most of the time, you're crammed underneath the stage, especially if it's a technical rehearsal. Sometimes it's all you can do to catch a glimpse of him, dressed down in his favourite purple sweats, bare-faced, wild curls, and beautifully flushed.
He always manages to find the time to flash you a cheeky wink here, a wicked smile there, before being reprimanded playfully by the stage crew as they chuckle and shake their heads.
On this particular evening, you're waiting by the steps to greet him as he comes offstage. There's barely any space for people to move around in anything more than single file down here, and you both know it. But that doesn't mean that he won't try to innocently 'squeeze past' you.
He knows exactly what he's doing. You act nonchalant, pretending you don't notice the hard press of his body, desire roiling between you like waves. And you certainly try not to pay attention to how his fingertips brush lightly against yours before intertwining. His way of checking in, of asking is this okay? without speaking.
He squeezes deliberately closer, and you can't help your eyes fluttering closed as you inhale his scent. He smells intoxicating, yet comforting at the same time; pheromones, sweat and soft wood scents bind you in their familiarity.
A grounding palm wraps around your hip, his thumb slipping under the hem of your shirt to rub gentle, languid circles against heated skin. Humming softly, he nuzzles his nose against the sweat-glazed skin of your neck, goosebumps pebbling in the wake of his touch. Light kisses pepper the column of your throat as a muscular thigh slowly guides your legs apart.
Your head falls back as you gasp; he catches it before you hurt yourself with a mumured 'be careful, love', using it as an excuse to slot himself further against you. His mouth finds its home against your skin again, and you sigh blissfully.
His lips curl into a smile at your ear, chuckling lowly at your eagerness. You're all too aware of the people milling around above you, but right now, you couldn't give a damn. You mewl loudly, too lost in the greed of his hands, how good he feels pressed against you.
He huffs out a laugh as he leans back slightly, taking in your ruin. You suddenly feel self-conscious, all too aware of how flushed you are, how sweat is sticking your hair flat to your skin. He flashes you that crooked smile you adore so much, eyes shimmering with mischief as he regards you.
'Hot enough for you, darlin'?' he teases, blowing a gentle puff of air over your face. You try to squirm away, but the thigh between your legs is insistent, pressing against the heat now pooling there, and making you throb against him.
You murmur in embarrassed assent as your head falls to his shoulder, his laughter vibrating through your already thrumming body. Soft lips find your ear again as eager hands press into the softness of your waist. The words that come next are honeyed, falling tantalisingly against the shell of your ear.
"One should remain hopeful and try to understand that quite small tricks can actually be helpful. And I promised myself back then, just like anyone who falls off the horse, I have to get back into the saddle and redefine what this is all about. Because I know that, deep down, I have a burning desire to do this."
NSFW Perpetua x Mary Goore x afab!reader, ~1.1k words
Summary: It is too damn hot, but that doesnât deter Mary and Perpetua when they have a chance to take you apart.
A/N: This is pure filth. I was tormented by visions of this all day yesterday and I refuse to suffer alone. Thanks to @cenotaphghuleh for inspiration! đ
You were supposed to be cooling off. A few minutes under a cold shower to counteract the seemingly never-ending heat wave. But Mary had wanted to join you, because of course they did. And while Perpetua took his turn in the shower Mary had suggested laying around naked in the bedroom to air-dry, because of course they would.
And now theyâve got you trapped with your back to their furnace of a chest, your legs hooked over their own, splayed as far open as you can go. Their hands are all over you, every touch like a match striking against your nerves. Youâve never felt so hot in your life.
Perpetua walks in, freshly cooled from his shower, and shakes his head. âReally, couldnât even last five minutes?â
âCan you blame me when we got such a pretty thing to play with?â Mary strums your clit as fast as they can with a single finger. âCan you tell what song that is, doll?â
âFuck off Mare, you know I canât.â You squirm in their arms, but theyâre too good at thisâyou canât escape or get more pressure, you have to take what they give you.
Perpetua sits in front of you on the bed, studying Maryâs hand. You feel blood rushing to the surface of your skin, his gaze almost as intense as Maryâs touch. âThatâs really not a fair question,â he says. âI can tell youâre playing triplets, but thereâs no melody line to follow.â
âIsnât there?â Mary changes their rhythm, making you squeak. âSee?â
Perpetua grins. âOur sweetheart does make some pretty sounds.â He traces a fingertip through your folds, his grin growing wider. âNever felt you so wet, honey. You do really need some attention, huh?â He slides one finger in, pinpointing the perfect spot before adding another. âHow about this?â He crooks his fingers up, pressing in a rhythm thatâs a little more distinctive than Maryâs. âWhat am I playing?â
âOhâoh!âfuck you, thatâs Mary on a Cross.â
Mary scoffs. âFuckinâ cliche.â
âDonât mess with what works.â Perpetua keeps pressing steadily, switching from the melody to the bassline. âAnd that does work for you, doesnât it sweetheart?â
You nod, and try to move your hips with his hand, but Mary stops you. âDonât help him, doll. Youâre supposed to be relaxing.â
âIâd be more relaxed if youâd let me come.â
âWhereâs the fun in that?â You can hear the smile in their voice, but they take pity on you and start strumming again.
You let your head fall back against their shoulder. Your face is flaming hot, as if you were standing outside in the full sunlight. âFucking hell, if I could justâŠâ You clench your hands on Maryâs hips, squeezing Perpetuaâs fingers as hard as you can.
âEasy, babe.â Mary holds you down with a hand splayed over your belly. âWeâll get you there, trust me.â Their fingers slow, and they chuckle when you whine. âCâmon, you donât think Iâm gonna let it end that fast do you?â They roll their fingertip back and forth over your clit, slow as molasses, sharp as an electric shock. âI could do this for hours.â
âMary please! Donât tease right now, that burns!â
âHere, let me.â Perpetua gets on his belly, noses Maryâs hand out of the way and wraps his lips around your clit. You cry out in reliefâitâs yet more heat but itâs good heat, silken and steady.
Mary lets Perpetua settle into a languid rhythm for a little while, but then they tangle their fingers into his hair. He looks up, confused for a moment, and then his eyes crinkle like heâs smiling as he refocuses on you. âThatâs right,â Mary rasps. âThis is what you need, yeah?â Oh. âYeah, you like this.â They press down, forcing Perpetua against you, and you feel more than hear when he moans.
âHow about that, doll?â Mary licks the side of your neck and blows over the skin, chuckling when you flinch and press yourself harder against Perpetua. âLook at him. Tame little thing once you get his mouth full of pussy, huh?â
Perpetua doesnât pause, but does hold a middle finger up at Mary. They laugh, hand tightening in his curls, and he moans again, louder. Heâs rolling his hips against the bed in time with the strokes of his tongue. Mary nuzzles against your ear. âSee how far gone he is for ya, babe?â Their breath is like steam on your skin. âHe canât stop humping the mattress, like a fuckinâ animal.â
Perpetua growls, the sound vibrating against you and making you grip Maryâs thighs even tighter. âCanât blame him,â they say. âBet heâs gonna come just from tasting you. All soft and sweetâŠâ
Their hips are flexing up against you, almost as if theyâre imagining thrusting into Perpetuaâs mouth. âWhatcha think? What should we make him do?â They tug his hair, and he looks up at you, his mouth shining with your slick. He only has a moment to catch his breath before Mary shoves him back down, plunging his tongue into you. âWanna come on that tongue? Let him feel how tight you get?â
âYes, please!â Youâre so close, if Perpetua could just keep going for a little longerâ
But Maryâs not done toying with you. They pull him up again, encouraging him to wrap his lips around your clit. âOr maybe this. A clitâs like a little cock, yâknow? Maybe he should suck it like one.â They guide Perpetuaâs head to bob up and downâthe movements are tiny, but itâs the same rhythm Mary likes when you suck their cock. âThere you go, fuck his mouth baby, make him take you.â
âMary! Please, I canât, I needâ!â
âYou can babe, heâs all yours, take him.â
The orgasm crashes into you, a burning-bright rush that leaves you clawing at Maryâs legs, wilting against their chest when itâs over. Perpetua backs off and buries his face in your thigh, panting hard. Maryâs hand goes slack, petting his curls as gently as youâve ever seen. âAtta boy, Pet,â they murmur. âCâmere, we got you.â
Perpetua surges up, you expect him to kiss youâbut no, itâs Mary he kisses first. Mary growls low in their throat, and the sound of their mouths together is almost as obscene as the sound of Perpetuaâs mouth on you.
When Perpetua moves to kiss you, Mary wraps a hand around his cock. It only takes a few strokes before heâs whimpering into your mouth as he comes. He flops onto the bed in a heap, and youâre not far behind. Youâre not sure you could move even if the building caught fire.
You have never in your life seen anyone smile as smugly as Mary is right now. âWell, then.â They idly stroke themself, as if they havenât been desperately hard this whole time. âCould use a little help with this. Whoâs up for a ride?â
âFucking hell, Goore.â
âMare, give me a fucking minute.â
âOh I really ruined you, huh?â You both groan in response. Mary beams. âWe gotta have heat waves more often.â
STOP FUCKING SMOOTHENING THE PAPAS. THEY ARE ALL OVER 50. DID YOU FORGET THAT? WHAT 50 YEAR OLD HAVE YOU SEEN WITHOUT WRINKLES WITHOUT A FACE LIFT AND BOTOX??? I GET COPIA HAD PLASTIC SURGERY BUT HE STILL! LOOKS! DISTINCTLY! OLD!!! THE ONLY ACCEPTABLE NON WRINKLED PAPA IS PERPETUA AND THAT IS REEEAAAALLY TEETERING THE LINE, BUDDY. TOBIAS ISN'T 54 LIKE HIM. DO BETTER!!!!! DO BETTER ON BEHALF OF THE OLD MEN!!!!!!!!!! SEND POST.
