All right, buckle up folks. Remember when I said my JamilxLucio fic was the sauciest thing I’ve written? Well, I think this outdoes that.
This is partly to celebrate hitting 69 followers, but the original prompts (rough paraphrasing “smack him ass, eat him ass”) came from @arcanecadenza and @justfortuna so y’all can thank them for inspiring this spice.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Title is Ungodly Hour by Chloe x Halle
1.9k words
CW: Impact play, light degredation
(I’m trying to be more mindful of warnings so if there’s something here or in my past fics that you want mentioned, please let me know!)
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As the lights within the palace started to go out one-by-one, a certain red-haired handmaiden walked with a sure purpose through the hallways. She kept glancing out the windows at the steadily climbing moon and cursed herself. It had taken longer to clean up after the dinner party than she thought, and she bit her lip, wondering if the present she had arranged for herself was still waiting.
“And just where are you going at this hour?”
Portia stopped dead in her tracks, almost colliding with the person in front of her. Looking up, she was faced with her friend Miriam’s Cheshire-like, all-knowing grin. Her hands on her hips, the sommelier looked the other woman up and down and glanced at the hallway in front of them.
“I wondered where you went after clean-up. Thought you’d be at your cottage by now.” Miriam patted her arm, giving her a pitying look. “You work too hard, Portia. Surely there’s nothing over there that would require your attention this late at night?” She winked a brown eye at the other woman; eyebrow cocked.
Rolling her eyes, Portia smiled innocently and side-stepped Miriam. “I need to speak with Lucio.” There was no use trying to pretend she wasn’t going to see him, though “speak” might not be the correct term.
Miriam’s eyes glinted, easily reading between the lines. “Speak with—Is that what you call it these days?” She sighed, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “I’ve always referred to it as making a deal.” Portia hit her arm playfully as she passed by, and Miriam laughed, calling over her shoulder. “Have fun!”
Portia waved the older woman off and quickened her pace to the guest room, where Lucio was supposed to be waiting for her. Since their first encounter, the two had grown bolder and began testing their boundaries together. Tonight was supposed to be a test of patience. Portia had little enough as it was, but the former Count even less so, which made it a lesson worth trying. She remembered the excited glint in his eyes when she had slid up behind him during the dinner party, whispering the plans she had for him in his ears. The choked groan he had almost let loose when she told him how she wanted to find him later, his smile curling up almost into a sneer. She felt her fingers tingle in anticipation and clenched them into fists at her side.
Once she was further down the hall, she could see a stream of light pouring from the guest room, the door cracked open. Soft whines and grunts floated down the hallway, and Portia felt her stomach clench as she neared the door. When she reached the room, she stayed in the shadows, drinking in the sight before her.
Lucio was lying on the bed, naked, with both of his legs spread wide and his pale ass up in the air. Blond hair already slightly disheveled, he ground his hips against a plush red pillow and moaned deliciously, edging himself further and further. If this was a different night, Portia might have let him go, content to watch, but she had her plans, and she wasn’t ready to give up on them so easily.
Closing the door behind her a bit louder than necessary, she tried to keep a stern look on her face as he jumped at the noise, looking over his shoulder at her, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “Didn’t I tell you to wait?” She said, walking slowly over to the bed, not breaking eye contact as he squirmed under her gaze, a sly smirk on his face.
“Did you? I don’t remember that.” He was still rubbing himself off against the pillow, his eyes clouded in ecstasy. That wouldn’t do.
“I did. I also remember saying that there would be a punishment for you if you didn’t wait.” Still holding his silver stare, she slowly shed her uniform, revealing the lingerie she had hiding underneath. Black straps crossed under her breasts, which were just barely covered by intricate red floral embroidery. She felt the cool air of the room caress between her legs, where the crotchless, black, sheer fabric left little to the imagination. Lucio licked his lips, eyes narrowing as she climbed onto the bed, settling on her knees. “Did you really want to be punished that badly?”
A wicked grin spread across his face, hips still moving. “What could you do to me? Your beloved Count?”
She clicked her tongue and grabbed his hips roughly, pressing against them. The abrupt stop caused a whine to escape from his throat, and he looked back over his shoulder at her, a blush spreading across his cheeks. “How many times do I have to remind you,” she purred, digging her nails into his soft flesh, “that you’re not the Count anymore?”
His fingers grasped at the sheets around him, and he arched his back, grinding towards her. “A few more, at least.” He winked a silver eye lazily, blonde hair falling into his face, and she smirked in return.
A loud slap echoed through the room as Portia’s hand connected with Lucio’s ass, and he wriggled in her grip, letting out a satisfied moan. Tapping her fingers against his smooth skin, she hummed thoughtfully. “Let’s see, how many more times do you think it’ll take for you to get it?”
He shivered; lips still quirked up. “I don’t know—I’ve been told I can be stubborn.”
Understatement of the year, Portia thought, but that wasn’t the answer she wanted. She leaned over Lucio, keeping one hand on his hip and the other wound itself through his hair. She pulled sharply on the soft strands, and he groaned, eyes glinting. “How old are you again? Maybe one for every year you’ve been a pain in someone’s ass.”
That caught him off guard, and a furious red colored his face as he sputtered an indignant “hey!”
She shifted closer to him, her breath tickling between his shoulder blades. “Are you going to behave?”
He went silent for a moment, fighting against himself. Biting back her own impatience, she waited, shifting her grip on his hip just slightly lower to stroke his ass with her thumb. She was very grateful for the plush bed under her knees, as she knew there was no way she would have been able to stay on them for too long if they were on the cold, hard floor. Finally, he huffed, shoulders softening, and blew hair out of his silver eyes to meet her blue ones. “Yes.”
“Right answer.” She let go of his hair to raise her hand above her head. He stiffened, and she brought it back down on his ass again, feeling the sting against her palm. He twitched, but didn’t try to move away, biting his bottom lip. She repeated the motion, and a small hiss escaped his teeth as a defined red mark started to form on his skin. His golden hand started to creep slowly down the bed to stroke his cock, but she stopped him, pinning his hand to his back.
“Fuck me—” he winced; eyes flashing over his shoulder.
“Not if you keep misbehaving,” she teased, tightening her grip on his wrist. “Don’t you want your reward for being good?”
He let out a low moan, nodding his face against the bed, smudging the liner under his eyes.
“Alright.” She let go of his hand and watched as he brought it back above his head, fingers digging into the sheets again. “Let’s try that again, shall we?”
They fell into a solid rhythm, and with every harsh smack he melted more into her hands, breath becoming labored, a permanent pink dusted over his cheeks and climbing steadily down his neck. When his legs started to shake and the color on his ass resembled the fire of her hair, Portia stopped. She shook her hand out and started massaging his shoulders, feeling him slowly relax under her touch.
“Much better, Lucio. You did a good job,” she murmured against his skin, and he sighed as she pressed soft kisses to his spine. When she looked back at his face, he had a small smile that made her feel a bit weak in the knees.
“Where’s my reward?”
She giggled, unable to stop herself, and repositioned her body behind him. Careful to avoid the raw areas on his skin, she gently spread his cheeks apart, and heard his sharp intake of breath when he realized what she was about to do.
Forcing down a sly grin, she flicked her tongue in a quick circle around his hole, gripping him tightly when he bucked his hips back, a shiver running down his spine.
“Oh, shit—” He cut himself off with a high, needy whine as her tongue circled him again. She shifted back slightly to start lower, and slowly, she dragged her tongue from his perineum back up to his hole, bringing one of her hands up to cup his balls.
The irony of their situation was never lost on her, him the former Count and her the Countess’s handmaiden, but if anything, it made their acts that much more fun. Daring, like an adventure. A risky secret they both shared. And as she fondled his balls in one hand, feeling him start and shudder against her, she could confidently say that he thought the same—even if there weren’t many coherent thoughts going through his head at the moment.
“Fuck, yes, gods!”
She resisted the urge to snort and instead dove deeper, intent on making him cum. Both of them were reaching the edge of their patience, and the heat that had been pooling between her own legs was begging to be released. Her hand traveled to his cock and started stroking, quick and purposeful.
The sinful noise that broke from his throat as he reached the height of his orgasm struck a chord in her abdomen, and she could feel her body’s frustration over not being touched come to a head.
She pulled away from him, ignoring his desperate whine, and securely grabbed his waist. “I want to ride you.” When he nodded, she flipped him onto his back in one smooth motion and straddled him. For the first time that evening, they were able to actually lock eyes, face-to-face, and she was reminded of just how unfairly beautiful he was.
She had spent a long time staring at his portraits before, well, everything happened, and while those artists had taken a few creative liberties here and there, there was no denying that they were all based off of a very attractive subject. It almost made her feel a little plain, not self-conscious—she was very happy with how she looked, thank you—but still a bit out of place.
But he—with his annoyingly gorgeous features—was still under her, red-faced and breathless because of her, and that knowledge was exhilarating.
Maybe he knew what she was thinking, maybe he didn’t, but he reached up to tuck a piece of her long red hair behind her ear, hand trailing down the delicate lingerie she had on, tracing the patterns with his fingers before his hands settled on her hips.
“What are you waiting for?” He asked, voice husky, eyes half-closed as he stared up at her through his eyelashes.
She smirked, positioning him between her legs. “Got somewhere to be?”
He laughed, his fingers digging into her skin as she sunk down onto him, his voice tapering off into a soft sigh. “You know I don’t.”
“Then just relax,” she murmured, spreading her hands over his chest. “We have all night.”
“Ah, guys, I just took a test a friend recommended for me. The BDSM test, ahaha...Here are my results. I can’t say I’m really surprised, except that vanilla got so high on the list...Probably because I answered that love means more to me than sex, but oh well. The first few are very accurate.”
So... My mom found some cum stains on my bed but she thinks it's snot and now she's yelling at me for not using tissues. I don't know if I should tell her that it's something else
“Ah, well, it sounds like you do need to use more tissues, just not on your nose.
But...for your sake and your mom’s, just wash your sheets and let her think it’s snot.”
i figured if i only send hajime porn, it's a bit unfair, so here's some for you too, nagito. and also a bonus threesome of you, hajime, and izuru, are you in for that nagito? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
( also hsfdghf if im bothering you with sending stuff like this, you can tell me to stop!)
art credits: YU＠論理ウィルス on pixiv
Submitted by @patoot-patota
“Ehehehe...I don’t need someone else’s pictures to know what that looks like...Are you asking if I would be into a threesome with Hajime and Kamukura? Of course I would. It’s my Ultimate Sexual Fantasy, if I’m honest. To have both of them...And they would fight over me because they’re both jealous...”
