This was out of motivation! Sorry if its bad, its my first smut!
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Words: 1,551
Warning: p in v (Qif/Olly), p eating (Olly)
Smut, Fluff, curse word (OOC?)
Witch Hat Atelier Masterlist
Caught in the act
Qifrey:
Every day, you and Qifrey were busy with your schedule, especially when it came to the girls. You adored and cherished them, but they made it difficult for you and Qifrey to have some time to yourselves.
The few times you thought you finally got a moment alone with one another, it was always interrupted by one of them. It was like they had a sixth sense that told them exactly when you two tried to have a moment together.
“Master Qifrey!”
“Miss (Name)!”
“The spell knocked over the table!”
“Can we go to Kalhn?”
“I wish to go and practice outside.”
“Is dinner going to be ready soon?”
Some days would be so hectic that you would collapse straight onto bed after the day was finally dealt with.
However, today was different. Rain would be pouring down outside all day. Due to this, most of the teaching activities would be toned down to avoid causing any damage to the atelier. As the sky darkened, thunder would begin to rumble into the night loudly.
Eventually, the girls would head to one of their rooms. They wanted to sleep together in case one of them couldn’t sleep through the thunder.
The kitchen had fallen into a calm quiet while you and Qifrey were in there. He was reorganizing the pantry while you placed the last clean plates into the cabinet. Suddenly, you felt a pair of arms gently wrap around your waist.
Qifrey rested his head on your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your temple. “It’s nice to have you to myself for once.”
You smile in defeat, turning around to face him, “You just can’t wait, can you?”
Qifrey would start to place kisses on your neck before capturing your lips with a kiss that was filled with desperation, “Most certainly not.” He murmured against your lips, “Not when it comes to you, that is.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck as he gently pressed you against the counter. The two of you continued to kiss each other, each more passionately than the last. It’s been far too long since either of you had a moment like this.
Eventually, you had to pull away to catch your breath. “I think it’s best we go somewhere more private, no?” You manage to utter through your gasping.
Qifrey had a certain linger in his eyes, one you knew very well. "Certainly," he said with a smile.
The moment the door to your shared bedroom closed shut and locked, Qifrey wasn’t able to contain himself.
Your mind was blank as the room was filled with the sound of wet skin against each other, shameless moans and grunts, and the bed creaking echoing. The world narrowed around you two, solely focusing on each other. Qifrey’s hands explored your body as you lay beneath him, as his hips continuously thrust into you.
His gaze never left yours as he held you close. “So perfect,” he murmured, “Taking me so well.”
You couldn’t form a coherent sentence as you felt yourself reaching your climax. Your knuckles turned white from your harsh grasp on the bedsheet to stop you from sliding up due to Qifrey’s thrusts.
He felt your inner walls clench around him, “Just like that.”
Qifrey would lay kisses on your neck and shoulder, before taking your lips into his.
Exactly as you both nearly reached bliss, you heard a rustle, “Pwee?”
You and Qifrey froze, your breaths halted. Head snapped to where the sound came from, you see, it's the little brushbuddy. It looked horrid upon what was just witnessed.
Just a moment then, multiple footsteps could be heard approaching down the hall. Shortly, a knock on the door would be heard, “Master Qifrey? Miss (Name)?”
Causing both of you to hurriedly scramble off each other to find your nightly attire.
They just wanted the brushbuddy back in their room. After asking if they heard anything but the storm, they all answered no with confusion on their faces. You made a brief excuse that you accidentally knocked over stacks of books, feeling guilty that you thought you woke them up.
Once they left, relief washed over you and Qifrey. Thankfully, they didn’t hear anything due to the loud storm. It’s the last thing you two would want the girls to see or even hear.
Sadly, the same couldn’t be said about the poor brushbuddy.
The next day, you would be the one to awaken first. Changing into your attire to begin the day, you would lean down to press a small tender kiss on Qifrey's forehead before departing. As you proceeded on your way to the kitchen, you heard the noises of squeaks.
You arrived in the living room. To your surprise, Olruggio was lying on the couch. A rarity to see, due to him always being cooped in his chamber. There on his chest was the precious brushbuddy.
Yet, the brushbuddy was standing and waving his little paws in the air. While simultaneously letting out angry squeaking continuously.
Olruggio would watch, nodding along even when he didn’t understand, “Hm. You don’t say?”
Olruggio:
Olruggio always had his packed schedule filled, making it rare for him to have any free time. That involved time being spent with you. He was always busy with completing commissions, creating new inventions, and reporting back as the watchful eye of this atelier.
You’ve known this before you got into a relationship with him. But it still aches your heart every time.
The atelier had fallen into a calming silence. You tidied up the scattered books and paper from the lessons taught to the four girls. Qifrey had taken the girls with him. To where exactly? You didn’t know specifically.
The front door would click open and close. You turn to see Olruggio standing there with the same restless face.
You moved quickly on your foot to reach him, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips. “Welcome home.”
“Where are the others?” Olruggio would rest his hands on your hips.
You smiled at the touch. It seemed like an eternity since you’d last felt his warmth against you. “Qifrey took the girls with him. They’ve been gone for around two hours, I’d say.”
“Yah don't say?” He said as his hands traveled behind the curve of your rear. “I’d say we should make up for the lost time, no?”
That was the final thing you could recollect.
Your shared room echoed with your moans and cries of pleasure. Your hand placed over your mouth in a weak attempt to muffle yourself.
Olruggio raised his head from between your thighs, “Don’t go getting all shy on me now.” He removed your hand from your mouth. “It’s been far too long since I’ve heard yer pretty moans.”
He would return to pleasuring you with his tongue. Continuing, making you cum at least three additional times with his mouth alone. The tracking of time was long lost before then.
You heard Olruggio begin to disrobe himself, his garments scattering on the floor alongside yours that had been there since you entered the room. You felt him begin entering your aching walls.
His movements promptly increased with hunger and lust. Your poor cervix begging from his thrusts, “Damn.” He murdered, “I’ve missed you so much.”
In that moment, both of you were lost in the feeling of pure paradise bliss, forgetting the outside world's existence.
Until, unfortunately, an abrupt yet stern cough was heard, causing you both to freeze immediately.
Hesitantly, Olruggio raised his head, peeking over the hammock. There stood Qifery by the door, his arms crossed and a disgruntled look upon his face.
A bead of sweat appeared on Olruggio, “Uh…need something, Qifrey?” A hint of awkwardness in his voice.
“What you both do is none of my business.” Qifrey states in a serious tone, “However, I would not like for my apprentices to possibly hear such things. Or worse, stumbling upon it.”
Guilt swallowed you more quickly than embarrassment. You grabbed the nearest blanket, covering yourself before sitting up quickly. “Oh my goodness, we're so sorry! Did-”
Qifrey interrupted, “They’re not here as we speak. Thankfully, they’re with Alaira.”
You and Olruggio let out a sigh of relief escape you, he continued. “I used the windowway to grab something quickly. That's when I was able to hear your activities quite clearly.”
Qifrey would turn to exit the room, “I suggest next time you close the door and cast a spell to cancel out the noise for precaution.” With that, he shut the door.
The room had fallen into a deathly silence, neither of you said anything or moved. The tension in the atmosphere was so dense you could hear a pin drop.
Eventually, Olruggio opened his mouth to speak, but you struck him on the head before he had the chance to, “You didn’t close the door!?”
Olruggio rubbed the back of his head, “Oi!? I thought I did alright!?” He tried to defend himself, knowing it was a bad habit he had made.
Safe to say, you didn’t continue where you left off, embarrassment engulfing you both for the entirety of the day.
As days passed since the incident, Olruggio would take Qifrey’s word of advice, attempting to create a spell that would trap the noises of your activities.
Colored a sketch that I like. Ngl I’ve always hated drawing digitally so I might just post more colored sketches. (ps I know that qifrey is taller, and I am joyous for that, just imagine it’s the composition/angle).
