feat. Malleus, Leona, Rook — explicit, p without plot, female reader, unprotected sex, cowgirl position (leona), misuse of the magic pen, nipple play, library sex (rook), not too much dialogue.
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It was in his room that the soft rasp of your breath and Malleus’s low voice calling for your name were echoing in his room, skin glued to yours, the two of you were undressed and he was thrusting at a rhythmic pace, often interrupting himself so he could see you squirm.
"Hah...you are just adorable...i could devour you." Fingertips tracing your spine down, he whispers and a soft gasp is your reply as Malleus proceed to remplace his fingers with his lips and run back to your collarbone, nibbling it.
Which in return, made you arch at the stimulation between your upper and lower body before he went back to thrust into you, slow and deep, skin meeting skin, rolling movements that make you moan louder enough to grip your hands to the headboard.
All could Malleus see is that you were greedily begging for more with the way your walls grip at him, afterall, he's thick. And you could try to turn around to face whatever expression his face had but he was doing such a good job on you that you just stayed stuck on your stomach.
Leona lies back on his bed, arms loosely binded together on his naked abs and you sitting in front of him, precisely on his naked lap as you tried to take his length inside of you. Green eyes watching with a faint interest despite his overall expression giving "uninterested".
You bit your lip as you begin to slowly lower yourself onto him, also making him groan at the raw sensation but it wasn't enough, there was a few inches that weren't in and it made him throb.
"No longer...ah...acting non...chalant?"
"Damn it...do whatever you want before i lose control." he hisses, back arching as you grind up and down but still not taking the remaining inches, Leona glups before slipping his hands from the shirt that binded them and instantly found their way to your waist, sinking deep in you.
Trying to get used to Leona's whole length resting inside you, drool formed on the corner and to the point of losing balance, you supported yourself by holding the sheets. He just smirked at your flustered face and started to relentlessly thrust, lifting your waist every time he went in.
"Urgh...takin' me perfectly like usual."
It's against the wall of books that Rook traps you between his arms and in a kiss, rough, possessive, with no teeth but tongue used, he had dominance over the kiss and he takes advantage of it, deepening the kiss until your knees threaten to buckle.
And once they were ready to, his thigh pressed between your legs, grinding while he unbuttoned your shirt to take care of your cold perked nipples.
"What a masterpiece...my masterpiece." he murmurs, breaking the kiss as he switched focus to tease your nipples with his tongue while he pull his magic pen from his blazer, trailing the object against the exposed skin, making you gasp and buck your hips in the void.
Rook admired your face full of pleasure, devouring every sound you were making with a hum, it was clear that you were on the verge of climax and how could he not tease you further?
"Please...ah—...mh~..." soft whimpering without being loud with worries of being caught as he brought the pen down to your covered crotch, rubbing and pressing onto it, bringing you further to the edge until you came with a final hip thrust, panties and pants covered in a wet spot.
ROOK HUNT MY BELOVEDDDD can’t believe rook fans get out freaked we need to fix this (but this is my first time writing smut— limited freak-o-meter until skill unlocked)
Pairing: Rook Hunt (twst) x reader NSFW!!
CWs: afab/fem!reader, obsessive? Idk it’s Rook, first time writing smut bare with me, minor predator/prey reference(again it’s Rook), oral (fem receiving), multiple mutual orgasms, unprotected sex, rook has no pull out game
Translations: mon coeur = my heart, ma trésor = my treasure, ma chérie = my dear/darling, mon dieu = my god, mon chou= my sweet/sweetheart. Forgive grammar mistakes (fem/masc changes) my french is rough around the edges :)
“Ohh… mon coeur..”
The words part his lips as an aching gasp, sweet and longing as the sun glazing morning dew. His hands, sweltering, strong, curl around your thighs, settling over the skin with a gentleness only he could know.
A kiss, pressed into the plush of your stomach. The flutter of blonde lashes breathtaking as he melts into your skin. A hunter has no business breaking down like so… no reason beyond his bleeding heart to place kiss after kiss into your flesh, mumbling out whispered praises far closer to prayers.
He sinks down, eyes glowing in the candlelight. Another kiss, burning now, against your waistband.
“There is no treasure finer… no greater gift.” He breathes, fingertips trailing over the lace before he guides it down, down, to your ankles and across the sheets before it ends on the hardwood floors.
Heat pours from his palms as they inch higher, returning to their perch on your thighs- if only to pull them around his scalp.
Another kiss, searing, atop your eager bundle of nerves. Passion, love, seeping through his lips with every touch. Kisses, flicks, he progresses swiftly, trailing his tongue through your slick, plunging inside for a taste…
“Mmh..” He buries himself deeper, eyes fallen shut it bliss. The bed gives him away, creaking quietly beneath his subtle thrusts. How cute… getting off between your legs.
He worships from the inside. Tongue made for loving, stretching your leaky, sweetened walls apart. Licking and kissing and eating like a man starved. “Ma cherie.. so sweet..” he cries out, gasping for air and blinking the adoring haze from his eyes. Sweet? Sweet, he claims, as if he weren’t the one giving so generously. As if he weren’t the one losing his breath to your cunt.
It doesn’t take long, not with a man so devote to your pleasure. He makes quick work of you- knees shaking, thighs wrapped ‘round his skull and yet there’s no complaint. Rook cradles your hips, burying his maw into you, lapping every drop. It’s steaming, dizzying… you can feel the thoughts melting from your head, the tension spilling from your chest- tying a sugary knot in your stomach.
And then it snaps.
He coaxes it out with the tender promise of pleasure. Deeper, hotter, stronger. It washes over you in waves- scorching ecstasy flowing through you, drenching his lips between your shaking thighs. And- by god- Rook really was made for loving… made to kiss your stress away through your dripping cunt and drink your syrupy arousal until neither of you had a thought in your skulls.
He sighs in delight, rocking slowly still, hips rolling into the bed. The sheets are damp now, from the both of you, but the feeling is ignored for this sight, Rook’s hair astray, cum dripping off his lips and over his chin, down the curve of his throat… And his cheeks- red, puffy and streaked. Tears had been shed, the reason clear as he burrows into your thigh, letting out shuttered breaths between quivering kisses. “..hah.. mon trésor..” he slurs, splayed out in your lap as he grinds into the sheets. “… I- oh.. love-”
“Shh.. I know, I love you too.” You coo, carding through his hair, blond locks splitting around your fingers, knots falling apart under your focus, just as the rest of him does.
He chokes- some noise caught between a moan and a gasp. He clings tighter, fingers shaking along your skin, hips twitching forward again and again. Desperate and yearning, fresh tears tumbling down his freckled cheeks. “-dieu.. mon dieu.. mon dieu..” he babbles, emerald irises fighting to stay on yours. He loses, a pathetic whimper choking out his throat as his eyes roll into his skull.
His cock twitches, sweltering, as it pumps out his load. Throbbing and crying out pearly beads of white, trembling out droplets before the dam bursts- sticky streams of pleasure leak out of him, staining his sheets with the evidence of passion. His eyes- dewy viridian hues wet and delirious- rolled back and fluttering. His mouth, slick and drooling, wears arousal like a gloss, lips parted in a pretty little ‘o’.
“Trésor, belle, amour— ohhh- Fuuckk..” he spews, a broken record. Repeating cracked, wobbling adorations between brainless whimpers. Tears stain his cheeks, rolling down your neck as he nestles himself there. All the while, thump, thump, thump, against your depths. His cock- sweet and desperate as Rook himself- spilling lengths of syrupy arousal with every stroke.
He’s rough. Despite the poetry tumbling from love-drunken lips. He pins. You’re prone against his bed- sobbing out into plush pillows and leaking over designer sheets. Rook makes love— but he still cages you like prey, your back pressed to his chest as he fucks into you. He’s flush against you- not an inch apart except for his hips, hitting harder, faster, splitting you apart.
Full, is a suiting word, stuffed another. You’re left drooling- from both ends, a mix of spit, slick and the combined orgasms spill from your cunt with every thrum of his hips.
He calls to you again, murmuring hiccuping praises between kisses to your throat. Hot, searing presses while his hips burn into yours, rocking with the strength of a hearth and the passion of a blaze. Rook’s arms strung taught as the bow he wields, laced around your body, palms burning with his love as they pin you back into him. He buries deeper. Melding your flesh together, binding your hearts, merging your souls.
“Ah— chou- darling…” he pleads, hips twitching, rhythm faltering. Every searing clench, every sugared moan has him teetering on the edge of orgasm. His hold tightens, angled thrusts turn to messy rolling- humping really. Anything to feel your embrace when he’s so, so close..
His hand reaches lower, abandoning the flesh of your waist to rub at your swollen clit. He places kiss after kiss to your throat- his body wrapped around yours. Rook whines- broken mewls and quivering breaths against your shoulder. “Couer— mon couer— please dear- I- oh!—”
It’s timed perfectly.
He spills, red tip pulsing, filling, pouring out streams of hot cum straight into your cunt as it tightens- fluttering, leaking, begging for more. White flashes take over your sight, stars lining your vision until your eyes flutter shut. Your knees buckle, thighs quaking into the sheets with every pulse. Rook does too, collapsed onto you and grinding- as if he could plunge his cock any deeper than he already has. “…beau— beautiful..” he whispers through swollen lips.
There’s a moment of quiet, flustered breaths. The simple rise and fall of Rook’s chest, while he’s still twitching ever so slightly inside. The moment is soft. Gentle in the press of his lips to your jaw the cradle of his hands to your form. And then…
“Just once more, ma chou” he promises, “Let me feel you… just once more.” He swears.
But with a man with love so undying as Rook Hunt, once more could never suffice.
Lowkey the quickest fic I’ve written… mildly concerning. Any advice greatly appreciated (I have no clue how smut should be written send help)
Character divider by myself and the black lace dividers by @strangergraphics !! <33
A/n - one of the final additions of this series! Love writing it hope you enjoy my loves! Got super freaky with this one I can’t help it I love being descriptive! REBLOGS AND TAGS ARE APPRECIATED!
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Vil
Creams all over your face! He can’t resist it you’re his perfect bouncing bunny. All he sees is your face and your perfect nipples as you ride him. He feels your thighs shake in his hands. By now he can tell they are burning by the way you slow down.
“I fuck you for hours and you can’t even handle a couple minutes of riding. Pathetic,” he curses. Your hips are quickly held in place as he fucks you into another world. He hits that spot just right even going a little too deep making you scream and gush all over him.
He grunts at your new tightness and debates on spilling himself inside of you. “You don’t deserve my cum inside of you get up,” he demands. You get up your legs complete jelly as your juices drip down your thighs.
You get on your knees in front of him. You watch the beautiful bein blast cum over your features. And you open your mouth to catch some of the marvelous seed. “That’s right my fucking slut.” He lets go of his tight grip on your jaw admiring his work. You could worship Vil forever if it meant getting some of his cream!
Epel
Creams all over your ass. Will never admit it but he likes the way you dwarf him. It’s especially apparent when you’re throwing your ass back on him. With every smack of your hips meeting his body is jerked back. His dick is lost in your folds nowhere to be found inbetween your plush thighs.
He watches as everytime your hips move every inch of him is taken. He can’t resist the jiggle it brings to his site. And he can’t resist slapping it claiming a little bit of dominance. His hands tangle in your hair forcing you back onto him even when your sensitive cunt is fluttering from an orgasm. “Come on gal I gotcha!”
Soon his hips meet yours and claps radiate off the walls. Your back is arched as your hole is fucked open deeper and just as you let go a second time he pulls out. That ass he was just kneeding in his hands a second ago is getting painted white. And best believe later that pussy is getting filled.
Rook
Is gonna cream in both your holes. What better way to show his love and devotion for you than to fill both of your holes. He watched the cum drip down onto the sheets after multiple rounds. Your stretched holes gape open from his sheer size.
Your body is still spasming from past orgasms is your mind is blank. He fucked you completely dumb all while explaining every little thing he loved about you. “There is nothing I ever wanted to see more mon amour.”
He holds your cheeks apart watching and staring. You’re embarrassed his eyes burning holes in you. But soon that shame leaves as his tongue begins to clean up all that cream he made!
“arch your back a bit more up, yeah?” your boyfriend asked— a small grunt leaving his lips in awe, seeing your body completely exposed for him on the screen. Arch fully visible, your head fully down and into the pillows, heavily breathing, it was borderline pornographic. Work trip or not, he needed to see you, in some type of way.
“You look pretty,” His voice rang, slightly distorted. “Touch yourself for me… just two fingers.” Even if you wanted to resist, your hands moved first before you could think about it, tracing around your cunt before pinching and rolling your bundles of nerves like it was your sole purpose in life, making you curse silently under your breath.
“rub in circles, like that… don’t get too needy now. You’re such a good girl for me, you know that? It’s pathetic.” Your boyfriend spat, leaning back in his office chair as he began unbuckling his belt in one hand, phone in the other. He gave his cock some lazy strokes as he began to slightly squeeze the bottom of the base, before pumping up and down to your pretty cunt angled in the air for him. “Now move in and out for me, pretty girl,” He laughed slightly— quickly followed by a groan as he felt pleasure bubbling in his stomach.
Your body, craving anything to clench around eagerly entered slid in your fingers,making you gasp. Having your back arched up gave yourself alone more access than you were used to than on your back. Although, with every small pump of your hands, It didn’t even compare to how it felt when your boyfriend did it his fingers stretched you out time and time again, despite him going through the same motions many times during foreplay.
"Fuck,” He groaned out, his pace matching your stuttering hips. His hips began to buck, imaging fucking you. 3 weeks had never felt so long. “mmh, f-fuck I miss you-!” Your whimpers filled his silence, he couldn’t wait until he got back to his hotel, or even home, he needed it now, in his office for the time being. It was a ballsy move, driven from lust that had never felt so tempting.
His release washed over him, grabbbing the base of his cock as he aimed his mushroom tip to where it wouldn’t make a mess all over his work pants, not that it would matter anyway. He would rather make a mess all over the place then not watch you fucking yourself dumb for him.
“You can stop baby, you didn’t have to keep going even though you had already finished, yknow.” It was more of a statement than a suggestion. You pulled your fingers away, head spinning slightly and still trying to comedown from your high. “I’ll call you when I go to the motel. You did so well for me baby.” He sighed softly, putting away his work things. “I’ll make up for your lack of size there,” He teased. “I love you baby” You body fell down limp onto the bed and he hung up. A few minutes passed by before a familiar ringtone chimed, making you grab your phone.
“I got your favorite food, baby” “It’ll be there in 5, make sure you don’t accidentally stand by the window half dressed.” (green flag energy)
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first post kinda nervy… english isn’t my first language + not proofread, apologies for any errors. my requests r open.
You’ve always been a good little thing, domesticated, docile, soft around the edges. Just the sort of lovely beastman Rook likes to keep his eyes on. And he's been doing just that, silently and sweetly. Ever since before he was moved to Pomefiore, he’s been watching you. Taking notes. Following your scent.
cw: dubcon/noncon, reader in heat, creampie, petplay, stalking (Rook being Rook), obsession, somatic mess (tears/drool/snot), predator/prey dynamics, heat-induced delirium, dehumanization themes, possessive language
an: cross posted from my ao3
The scent hits him before he even rounds the corner.
Sweet, cloying, wet. Not perfume. Not sickness, either, not to his nose. No, this was instinctual. Fermented. Mewling.
You.
Rook pauses by the doorway to the infirmary, sharp eyes peeking just beyond the edge of the frame. You’re laid out messily on the cot, ears flattened, limbs twitching, your tail writhing helplessly against the sheets. The nurse had stepped out to gather something, likely unaware of what exactly they were treating. A fever, they'd said. Delirium.
Fools.
Your friend had brought you in, confused and a little grossed out by how you’d clung to them, whining, your words slurred and breathy, begging for something. You’d nuzzled into their hands, mumbled sweet nothings, tried to crawl into their lap. They hadn’t understood. They hadn’t seen.
But Rook had.
Of course he had. He always knew you better than the others.
It wasn’t illness. It was heat.
And how precious you looked in the thick of it. Sweat-slicked fur, flushed cheeks, drool on your chin, pupils blown wide with that foggy, unspeakable hunger. You couldn’t help yourself, could you? Poor, tender thing. Barely sentient. Barely holding on. All instincts and need. You should’ve been locked up the moment it started, but instead, you were here.
Alone.
With a hunter who’s been starving for you.
He slips in soundlessly, the click of the door lost beneath your soft little sobs. His gloves come off. His belt, loosened. His breath, calm. Calculated.
You blink up at him slowly. Eyes glassy. There’s a soft noise, the first sound of recognition, his name, maybe, or just a whimper shaped like it.
"Shhh," he hushes, already crawling over you like a shadow. "Je suis là. I’m here now."
You grab at him desperately. His shirt, his waist. You rut your hips up toward him, helpless and squirming, whining like you’re already halfway broken. There’s nothing human left in you right now, and oh, that’s what makes you perfect.
"You poor thing," he coos as he presses you down, grinding against the warmth between your thighs. “Look at how far gone you are. Have they not been tending to you properly?"
You cry out as he slides inside you. Wet, needy, no resistance. You’re already soaking through the sheets. He doesn’t bother to be gentle, you don’t want gentle. You want him. All of him.
Every thrust draws out more of your helpless little sounds, your body convulsing as you grip onto him like a lifeline. Your face is a mess: eyes leaking, lips bitten red, drool trailing freely down your cheek. And your nose, oh, mon dieu, it’s dripping too. But Rook doesn't flinch. No, he leans in and licks it all up like you’re the most sacred treat he’s ever been gifted.
It makes you keen. Your claws dig into his shoulders. You bare your teeth through the moans, the pleasure overtaking whatever little shame might’ve been there.
"Yes, yes, that’s it," he murmurs, words slurred against your ear as he ruts deeper. “You’re mine, petit animal. My darling little pet."
You nod, or maybe you just tremble, so far past words you can’t even think to disobey. He kisses your temple, your cheek, your wet lashes.
And then he finishes inside you.
The warmth floods your belly, and you jerk against him, overwhelmed. The scent of sex and sweat and his cologne wraps around you like a collar.
He doesn’t pull out.
Instead, he strokes your ears tenderly, smoothing the fur back from your face, admiring the mess he’s made of you.
"You’ll stay with me now," he whispers. “Won’t you?"
I need help looking for a Twisted Wonderland smut headcanons/fic that I read a while back. I remember it was the reader buying a dildo that is supposed to have magic so it takes the shape of the person you have feelings for but what the reader doesn't know is it is also magically connected to the twst guys. IT WAS SO GOOD I WANNA READ IT AGAIN!!! T_T
Someone helped me find it!!! Click here for the link
Your writing for Rook has me infatuated, when I heard you were doing an event I just had to request. Anyways the following for the eponymous hunter please!
#20 "You're still holding back, just let go."
#5 “We won’t be missed for a couple hours, we should take advantage of that.”
AFAB reader please :>
You are SO nice im so sorry it took me such a long time to write this aaaaaaaa hope you like this nonetheless, i had my fun with it!!! The only reason as to why I hate writing rook is the french. fucking french why do you speak french rook why why whwywhneklegydujkll also why it this so long??? i literally couldn't stop writing it and keep going help wtf happened help is this sorcery???
ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: SMUT, 18+ (MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DON’T INTERACT), Bad English & French, AFAB Reader (body description and pronouns?), Dom Character, Soft Dom?, Semi-Public Sex, Unprotected Sex, Reader wears makeup, A bit of hunt Rook, Teasing, Pet Names (ma chérie, mon cœur), Established Relationship, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ My blog contains dark content, be careful when interacting/following! Please if you like my work don't forget to reblog/interact with me♡ Minors, ageless, blank blogs, and silent readers will get blocked if interact with me.
➳ Pair: Rook Hunt x Reader (Twisted Wonderland)
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III - 5. “We won’t be missed for a couple hours, we should take advantage of that.”
VI - 20. "You're still holding back, just let go."
You were invited at some sort of party in Pomefiore, you didn’t fully know where or why or what you were celebrating (or if you were celebrating anything at all) but you were bribed in by Epel, who promised you he will get you either some good food or some potion for your future tests made by Vil himself.
Not that you needed much convincing anyway, since Rook already asked you to come with him. But should you tell Epel though?
But that’s for later.
You get ready with the prettiest clothes you have and you spend hours on your makeup, not wanting to be the subject of Vil anger or being forced into his room to change or adjust anything. You wanted to pass some quality time with all the Pomefiore boys without problems, drama, whatever. Just a nice, calm, and fun night.
That didn’t seem Rook plan though since he was staring at you like a predator on a hunt, now you finally understood why Leona or Ruggie were always running away from him. A hunter true and true. It sent shivers down your spine; his stare, so primal, so full of lust and want. It was scary, but, but... You couldn’t help but enjoy it. Having all his attention on you, his glare following your every move, every chat, every expression.
You don’t even notice Rook moving behind you until his hand goes to your mouth, and he pushes you against his chest, bringing you in a much more secluded place where basically no one was looking or passing through. It took you a few seconds to understand that it was Rook dragging you away and not someone else, making you hit him playfully with your elbow.
“Rook!! You scared me!” you say, crossing your arms and glaring at him, or at least trying to. “Done admiring me from afar?”
“Yes mon cœur, I’m now ready and in need of admiring your beautè closely.” Rook says, putting a hand on your waist and holding you closer to him, you can feel his hot breath against your skin making you shiver. “We won’t be missed for a couple hours, we should take advantage of that” he murmurs against your ear, kissingly oh so softly your ear before biting it hard enough to make you moan, pushing your body against his with a curious hand groping everything it can find.
“R, Rook it... It isn’t the time, people are near! They will hear us...” you try to push him away by putting your hands on his chest, but you were merely using any type of force. It was an act, you just wanted to have a “clear” mind. You wanted as badly as he did.
“Non ma chèrie, we just need to be careful! Like the other times… Do you remember? How wet you were taking me in the garden? When everyone could have passed through?” You gulp, already feeling yourself getting wet just for remembering it.
“You deny me to hear your moans my love when we both want it…?” Rook voice is nothing more than a whisper, but it is so needy, so desperate, like he was going to die. His green beautiful eyes usually full of curiosity, were now full of lust and yearning… You can’t help but shiver in ecstasy and nuzzle against him, your face in the nook of his neck.
“How could I say no when you look at me like that…” you whisper and Rook kisses you immediately; it’s a rough and messy, tongue fighting for dominance, biting your lips so hard you almost bleed, and he pushes you against the nearest wall.
He wastes no time into getting your clothes off enough to have your underwear on full display, he takes a deep breath see you like he always does when he strips you naked like you are a piece of art he is amazed every time he sees it. Rook takes his time with taking off your bra, kissing and sucking your visible skin while murmuring sweet compliments about how pretty you are, how good you are to him, how perfect you are.
“Ma chèrie I don’t know if I can’t wait when you look like this…” Rook grinds your hips as he throws away your bra and plays with your nipple, sucking the other with need, making you moan and hold his hair in your hand. Rook free hand slowly goes down, and you shiver in anticipation, before he finally puts your panties to the side and starts playing with your clit.
“Sevens, you are already so wet…”
“Mhmh, I need you Rook… So bad, please…” you whimper and look at him with big, pleading eyes. You need it so badly, your pussy is pulsing and it’s ready to be full by his cock already.
“Séductrice” he laughs and unzips his pants, pulling his cock out and grinding slowly against your pussy, your fluids covering his red tip and also his shaft. “I didn’t even need to touch you so much to get you this wet, you are so perfect…” Rook pushes his cock against your cunt and easily enters thanks to how much wet you were, a moan almost escapes you but Rook quickly kisses you and eats all your sweet moans.
“Sshh, we need to be careful, mon cœur…” he says thrusting into you fast and deep, making sure he hits your sweet spot again and again to make you moan louder, even if you were trying to keep it quiet.
“You look so magnificent like this, trying to keep it quiet… Taking me so well” his thumb starts making little circles in a slow motion and you clench around his dick like you are trying to milk him full, and you hear him grunt deeply.
“If you keep tightening around me like this chèrie I’m gonna cum before you, and I can’t let it happen” Rook changes position slightly; his hands goes to your lips and pushes your hips against his, letting your weight fall on him and not the wall, and he starts pounding hard. Fast. Deep, way too deep. You didn’t want to cum this fast, not when it was feeling so good… You didn’t want to stop now.
“You're still holding back, just let go” he whispers in your ear with his soothing and deep voice, thrusting with the same pace and looking at you with his usual smirk. “Please just come for me, I want to see your beautiful face… Please chèrie, please”
And you do, you cum all over his cock, ruining for sure Rook's pants but you don’t care about it right now. You are shaking and holding on Rook for dear life, moans escape you without caring if they are loud or not. Rook comes soon after, grunts coming out of his mouth much higher than usual, and you feel his cum painting your walls white, making you feel so full.
Rook starts kissing all over your face, a big smile on his face as he holds you closer, letting you take your time in recovering.
“You did so well mon cœur, you are so perfect!” he lets you down slowly, making sure your legs don’t fail you, and looks over your completely ruined clothes, hair, and makeup. He isn’t in the best shape either; his clothes are a mess, tie completely loose, pants “ruined” with your fluids, hair all tangled. You both are a mess but happy and satisfied, and he can’t help but laugh a little.
“If we wanna go back, we better go to my room! You are so beautiful like this, but! Vil absolutely will not let us back like this, and I don’t think we want everybody to know what we were doing back here. Come come, hold into my arm so you won’t fall!”
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