Hello! I loved the work for the reaction to the sage outfit!
Sidenote: I was going to go with the Warrior outfit, but I felt the Mage to Sage outfits was a better choice.
So, if it's possible, could I request a part 2 with the Sage outfit reaction? I liked how it was nsfw, so maybe more of that? As for characters on your list, could I ask for Louis, Amber, Kagetsu, Rosado, and Pandero (Who I forgot to ask in the first part)?
Still, thank you again!
They React To Your New Outfit ━ Part 2
characters: Louis, Kagetsu, Rosado, Pandreo warnings: not proofread, some of these are like way shorter than others my bad, making out, frotting/mutual masturbation?, penetrative sex, reader tops (on Rosado's part), thigh riding A/N: SORRY AGAIN THAT THIS TOOK ME LITERALLY FOREVER writers blocks been dragging me through the dirt fr but I locked in to get this finished.... hopefully it's okay 🫶🫶 I only left Amber out because I couldn't really think of anything for him </33
Part 1 | Word Count: 1,938
Louis
THE BI KING HIMSELF LMAO
Louis is an honest guy, observational, he won't be embarrassed to tell you that you look good. He says it so casually too, with a small smile on his face because it shouldn't be weird that he's always looking at his boyfriend
It might catch you completely off guard if you aren't expecting the compliment, his cool but pointed gaze making you burn underneath it
If you give him one back, though, he won't know how to respond. You can literally see his brain short circuit
It'll be an accident, really, when you're sitting down to talk to him and drinking the tea he made for you, that he'll crack a joke to get you to laugh. Some of it ends up spilling on your chest, making your clothes stick to you uncomfortably, and he'll insist on you changing in his room before you catch a cold
"Louis-" You manage to get out, your fingers tightening ever so slightly in his dark, loose curls. His mouth is warm, a stark contrast to the cool feeling of his fingers that make you shiver even over his thick gloves. "W-what happened to getting me a different pair of clothes?"
He hums, smoothing a thumb over your bottom lip and moving back to look at you for a second. Jade green eyes pull you out of the clouds and back to him, his lips curling up in a smile as he watches you blink a few times.
"I will- after this, I promise." He whispers, one of his arms just beside your head on the wall he has you pinned against. There's enough room for you to slip past him if you really wanted to, push him off and do what you came here to do. But you don't, and he seems to notice, a knowing look on his face that makes your stomach flip. "Just indulge me for a second, won't you?"
You couldn't exactly argue with that, so you mutter a soft fine before tugging him right back where he was. He tilts his head so that your lips slot together easier, and he's overly gentle with you, one arm snaking around your waist so that you don't fall on him and the other acting as an anchor. Something that would keep you in place.
You can still taste the smooth notes of the tea on his tongue, it's strong, and it smells from where it's most likely dried up on your shirt by now, but nothing mattered except how he was touching you. But you could tell he was holding back for your sake, trying to take it slow so that he didn't hurt you.
That realization has you running your fingers through his hair again and urging him closer, desperate despite your earlier hesitance. His knee makes contact with your growing hard-on, smirking at the whine drawn from your throat.
"You don't think the others will mind if we stay a little longer, do you?"
Kagetsu
He'll be about to look for you to ask if you wanna duel with him again when you come walking in through the door sporting your new outfit, completely oblivious to the fact your boyfriends staring at you with an almost unreadable expression. Hard.
Kagetsu.exe has stopped working
He's quick to play it off if you catch him, mumbling something about being antsy because he hasn't sparred with anyone in a while. You don't fully believe him, arching an eyebrow in doubt, but all he does is chuckle
"Come on, just a few matches? I'll make it up to you"
His version of making it up to you is by dragging you to his room at the end of the night; something he usually does anyways, and walking you backwards until your knees hit the edge of his much-too-small-for-two-people bed
"Kagetsu- we haven't showered yet," you try to push him off of you, but your attempts are half-hearted; he knows you don't really wanna stop. You're both sweaty after having trained together for an hour, the band of tension in the air finally snapping once he laced his fingers in yours and brought you to his room.
"We can after," he mumbles against you, peering up at you through his long lashes. Your skin is so smooth, so empty that he can't help but leave little marks in its wake, not caring that they'd most likely be on full display if you didn't wear your cape. Your clothes are still damp, the coolness from the dried sweat dissipating with the heat of his body on top of yours. "But I want you right now."
His hands drift down until they're resting on your stomach, two thumbs slowly running under the band of your pants in a silent request. You oblige, lifting up your hips to give him better access to slide them down your thighs. He smiles at the prominent bulge in your underwear, fingers lightly grazing over it to watch how your back arches and your lips part in silent pleasure.
You've always been so sensitive. Or maybe it's just because it's him.
His long, dark hair tickles when he leans down to attack your neck again, your hips bucking while he sucks a mark into your throat. You whine, trying to thrash but being stopped by one hand holding you down. He uses his free one to expose both of your hard lengths to his eyes, his tongue darting out to catch the drool that threatens to slide down his mouth.
"Good boy," he praises, wrapping a hand around his and your cock. You gasp, barely able to keep your eyes open to watch him stroke both of you off with a pace that suggests he's trying to get you over the edge as slowly as possible. You were in for a long night.
"Just keep making those pretty sounds for me, okay?"
Rosado
The self-proclaimed cutest boy himself will genuinely be shell-shocked when he sees you. The first thing he'll ask is if he can draw you, bright blue eyes trained on your figure and his pencil already in his hands, leaving no room for any arguments
He'll have you sitting still for the majority of the time, throwing in flirty little quips like how 'that pose made your eyes sparkle' or 'how cute you looked trying to play the role of a muse'
He's not upset if you say you aren't, but he'll click his tongue and pout, something clearly brewing in his mind as lines begin to gradually form on the once blank page. You can't see it from where you are, but you already know it's going to turn out perfect. Just like everything he makes
Hours later (or at least what felt like hours) he'll apologize for getting so wrapped up in it and losing track of the time, his gaze still heavy on your body, and then he'll insist on you crashing at his for the night because it's late
Don't ask him about the drawing, it was mostly an excuse to get to stare at you for a while <3
"You know, you should show me that drawing sometime," you smile, hips flush with Rosado's as you bottom out inside him. His long, cotton-candy like hair flows around his naked form, his fingers curled in the sheets for purchase while you still.
You think you're being a little unfair bringing that up, knowing exactly why he even asked you in the first place. Knowing what was running through his mind while he held his pencil up by your head as if to memorize the face he already saw every day. It's why you kept your outfit on while he laid bare. Unfair. "I posed all pretty for you and everything."
The boy whimpers underneath you, pink nipples perked and standing at attention. You run your thumbs over them, slowly starting to drag your cock back out and slam it back in. He chokes, surrounded by pleasure and wanting nothing more than to have you closer. You can tell he has to turn your words over in his mind, trying to process them and come up with his own response in his daze.
You aren't making it any easier for him, brushing against his sweet spot with every slight shift. He tightens around you when you find it.
"I-it's-" he starts, taking a deep breath and licking his lips. "It's not that good, b-but if you insist," he breathes, wrapping his arms around your neck with a sigh. You're satisfied enough with that answer, splaying a hand over his stomach and bringing one of his legs up to your shoulder.
You could tease him more later.
"Y'know, I think you're the cuter one, Rosado." you coo.
Pandreo
Another shameless one but let's be honest who's surprised?
He'd be the type to boldly show you off to anybody who will listen, bragging about how cool and handsome his boyfriend was. So when he sees you after you get promoted? There's a thousand things running through his mind and he somehow manages to say all of them at once
It almost gives you whiplash lol
There's no beating around the bush with him. He doesn't care if it's the middle of the day, unless there's something important that either of you have to be doing, he'll all but drag you to the nearest empty room, plopping himself down and telling you how much he needs you
His philosophy is that life should be fun, and that extends to the bedroom. He wants you to feel good, so he won't be worried about himself at all, much more content with taking the sight of you in
Pandreo softly kisses your neck, hands resting at your waist as he guides you to sit on his lap. You follow his movements, your own hands settling on his shoulders as you make yourself more comfortable. But he moves you until you're straddling one of his thighs instead, and you tilt your head in confusion, especially when he laughs. You were too cute.
"'Want you to ride my thigh," he grins at your wide eyes, fingers grabbing at your chin. You don't get to respond before he's pulling you into a heady kiss, his teeth gently nipping your lips and his hand gradually moving you back and forth against him. You groan into his mouth, the friction going straight to the sensitive head of your cock.
He sucks on your tongue, golden eyes burning a hole into you. Your nose brushes his, precum already leaking through your pants much to your own embarrassment. But if he notices or even cares, he doesn't point it out, bouncing his leg in time with the rock of your hips and humming when you tremble.
He mutters something about you being the 'light of his life' that you nearly miss once he pulls away, both of you struggling to catch your breath as he picks up the pace a little bit. You bite back a moan, your body working faster than your brain could ever possibly hope to right now.
You weakly punch his arm once it eventually registers, rolling your eyes with a dopey smile on your face. "So cheesy."
His laughter cuts through the heavy air between you, his giddiness radiating off of him in waves. It rubs off on you; it always has, really. He makes it a point to make the people around him happy, especially you, so why should this be any different?
"Can you cum for me like this, pretty boy?" he asks. A rhetorical question.
