more winter (yandere or not) content pls pls pls pls pls
need that old man so bad
I love Winter. I think he's got some complicated feelings about being obsessed with pc. I think those complicated feelings are denial so big that it could crush the air from his lungs
You're not sure how it got here, but you're not exactly complaining. Sitting on Winters lap in the midst of his home, he talks softly about history as you're offered more wine. He has such an interesting take on... well, something... you're sure it's something he's talking about as you nod slightly dazed as he coos and pets your hair gently.
You're so warm as you look over the room. Piled high with books and trinkets and paintings. You can't make sense of any of them, but you're sure Winter has explained them to you.
"Are you drunk, dear?" Winter's voice sounds so sweet you're aching for a taste of it. He holds you steady on his lap, his hands on your hips as you lean into him. Are you drunk?
"N-no..." You're not convincing your words are slurred, and your eyes won't focus. Winter's grip tightens as he smiles at you.
"I shouldn't have let you drink so much, now you're so helpless." he whispers, pushing your hair from your face as he cradles your cheek. It's warm... you trust Winter.
Long silvery hair, strong hands as he holds you, Winter even smells nice. You couldn't ask for anyone better to be drunk with.
Even at the museum demonstrations he always cares about how safe you are, and he offers you safe words and aftercare... really, you were always meant to be here. In his arms at the end of the day.
You lean forward, kissing him. Winter seems to hesitate, he can taste the wine on you... but... it can't be that bad, right? You're making the first move...
He pulls you closer, and soon, your hips grind against his. Eager and willing as you wrap your arms around him. He shouldn't be touching you at all. He's twice your age at best... but there's something so nice about being wanted back...
Winter presses his hand against your crotch rubbing you through your pants his movements are meant to placate you. Satisfy your drunken urges so he won't feel guilty in the morning and you won't be needy anymore.
You're panting against his ear, whimpering his name, rutting against his hand soon, you're fumbling trying to push your pants down, and Winter is nervous as he sees your soft body aroused and aching for him... and just him.
This is definitely wrong... to touch your student... assistant... orphan with no parental figures around to teach you right from wrong, for a while he thought he might be a mentor. Someone you could really trust, but he still had his twisted relationship with you. He invited you for wine after all... maybe he was hoping this would happen? And if that's the case. Why shouldn't he touch you if you're so willing?
He reaches forward, fondling your blushing body, gently stroking you over and over and pressing his hips to yours.
He won't go too far... just enough to satisfy you. Just enough to push you over the edge. Then he'll stop.
And you seem to be approaching it quickly as you hump desperately at his hand, your mouth pressed to his neck in some kind of clumsy kiss... it's so endearing to let your drunk instincts run wild.
Soon you shake and gasp cum splatters over Winter's lap. He can feel how warm it is... and to his surprise, he doesn't stop even though you have. He guides your hips to hump him again as you moan into his shoulder. He rubs the sensitive areas. Not minding that he's overstimulating you. He forces pleasure onto you, making you grind hard against him. Making your body tremble in his arms as he takes over for you.
Winter doesn't mind the sticky mess that coats his still clothed cock as he forces your limp body to hump him. It's for the best. You're drunk, after all. What kind of monster would stop before you were completely spent?
You pant and whine out his name even if you're too tired to move... you feel yourself cumming again, it's forced out of you. With just a bit of pain.
Winter doesn't stop, you gasp as he presses his fingers into your hole, weakly biting down on his shirt as he pulls you towards another climax. This one leaves you drooling eyes closed as you lean into him, your legs limp over his lap.
Winter coos softly before he picks you up. You wrap your legs around his hips as you're carried to his room. You don't even get a good look at it before you're tucked into bed. Your pants are still around your thighs...
HIIII!!!! Heheheheh I is back from the dead heheheh! But wanted to post some Kanamexzero in little winter outfit cause winter is my favourite season hehehe…And some doodles of zero on paper (I still got that traditional art hehehe) but anyways, my classes are awesome I love the teachers who are teaching em and I’m excited for the first semester CAUSE ITS SO WELL BALANCED!!!! OMG!!! But hope you guys are doing okayyyy!!!
