"uh- uh-huh..." he nods vigorously when you ask him if he wants to cum again, his tummy already covered in his own white, sticky cum. beads of it roll down his sides and onto the sheets, leaving a mess that you slowly lick up with your tongue.
"ahhhh~!" he moans loud as he watches you do it, his hands clenching into fists where they lie handcuffed above his head and against the bed frame.
"are you sure? you're already such a mess, baby." you ask, your hands moving up and down his hips slowly, your tip still in his red, raw hole. it was surely bruised at this point from how much he had been demanding you keep going--begging for your brutal touch to continue until he couldn't cum anymore. he had more to give, you just weren't sure how much more before he passed out, then again, maybe that was what he wanted.
his tongue lolled out of his mouth as he exposed his neck to you again, silently begging for more love bites to litter his skin. even his eyes looked like they had little hearts in them, so love-drunk on he pleasure you were giving him he didn’t care if his body was ruined afterwards so long as he could keep chasing it for a little while longer.
"please~?" he asked in response, his voice so sweet and sincere you can't help but bottom out in him again. his hole clenched desperately around your length despite how loose you thought it'd be by now. your darling lets out a loud, high pitched, happy whine, pushing his hips back against yours as best he can in his bound position.
he smiles, biting his lip and looking up at you with a smugness that would be more prominent if he wasn't on his 4th orgasm. he knows you love his insatiable appetite, knows you love him more than anything, and knows you'll give him whatever he wants.
you tsk, glaring down at him even as an incredulous smirk is growing on your lips, "greedy slut." you lean down to whisper the words and his legs come up to wrap around your waist, forcing you closer to him.
"yours. only yours." he mumbles against your lips, kissing you with so much need and desire that you'd think he hadn't seen you for a year.
you scoff, "fucking better be how long it's gonna take me to wash these sheets."
he whimpers as you chuckle, his smugness dying down as he kisses you harder, with more urgency. his greedy ass clenches around you, his walls tightening to try and pull you deeper--pull you deep enough that you'll say something sweet to him. part of him loved when you teased him, but the shyer part was so embarrassed that it only wanted your praise and agreement of how much you adored him.
you groan and thrust harder into him, giving your sweet slut what he wants as you whisper, "yes, only mine," against his neck.
his legs squeeze your sides tighter and he gasps, eyes rolling back and entrance holding you hostage deep inside of him as he releases again. his dick squirts hot, sticky cum over both your stomachs again and this time you don’t even care about the stains that will no doubt be in the blankets later.
this time, he finally seems to be getting tired as he pants, wrists tugging on his restraints weakly again as he mumbles, "hold..."
you quickly undo the handcuffs, pulling his tired arms over your shoulders and rolling onto your back, dragging him on top of you. he nuzzles into you like a fucking bunny, not even caring about his cum that he's practically lying in.
"you're gonna clean this up for me, yeah?" you ask, already bringing two of your fingers--dripping with his cum--to his pouty, wet lips.
he nods, obediently opening his mouth and taking your fingers inside, licking them like a professional porn star. his eyes stay tracked on yours as his tongue curls around your digits, sucking gently and going so deep he gags.
you're the one who has to pull away for him to stop, a thin string of saliva connecting your fingers to his lips.
"good boy." you whisper, already scooping up more cum to deliver to him like it was dessert after such a gluttonous dinner. and he'll drink it all back up if it means you'll let him squirt it onto you again later when he's more rested.
ranpo, MAMMON, asmodeus, SHIGARAKI, gojo, douma, kaveh, YOUR FAVS <3
a/n: yes, i'm still procrastinating requests i swear they're coming... eventually...
aether and kaveh look like disney princesses i wanna fuck the shit out of
there is no need for elaboration
-🪸
—okay. you’ve got me hooked. rapunzel!aether in part 2! (tba)
—cinderella!kaveh/royalty!reader, sub!bottom!kaveh/top!dom!reader, amab!reader (referred with they/them pronouns) | cinderella au, semi-public sex, quickie, clothed sex, cum as lube, porn with actual plot (don’t let the tags fool u, this is so fucking soft)
You completely regret hosting this party.
It was something that your advisor had tasked you to do. Host a party, find a suitable partner, get an heir so the kingdom has someone to depend on, blah blah blah.
It’s not like you were even that old.
You sigh, a cigarette on your lips as you lay your back on the wall of the balcony. So many folks festering you, for that chance that you’ll somehow hand them their crown.
Your head aches at the number of conversations you have had to endure just to be polite, the amount of times you’ve had to shake off someone from hugging your arm without your consent.
“Oh, fuck!” You hear someone yelp.
And while the owner of this voice sounds overly anxious, you can’t help but want to hear it again, especially with the polite wording that the attendees have used to butter you up. someone swearing right in front of you catches your interest.
Hands reach the bottom of the balcony, and someone lifts their body up to get on the platform.
“Oh god, why is the entrance so crowded?” The person says.
Your ears perk up at that.
“Well, their highness did host it. it’s been a while since such an event has happened.” You answer.
The figure flinches, turning their attention to you.
Your mouth gapes as you finally see who that voice belonged to. Everything about him is enticing that you can’t help but to drown in his gaze.
He’s properly dressed as well, although not anything overwhelming to the eyes.
Now, which family had been hiding such a prince from you?
“Ah sorry, I didn’t realize someone was here.” He quickly apologizes. His cheeks flush, not expecting someone to catch him climbing up a balcony.
“You’re more than welcome to stay.” You offer, craving more of him.
He shakes his head, much to your disappointment.
“I’m actually here for something else.” he says.
You hum. “Also aiming for the heart of their highness, then?”
Take it, unknown prince.
“What?! N-No, not at all!” He screams in reply. “I mean, I'd be flattered if their highness even finds me a bit intriguing.”
“Have you met them?” You ask.
“Oh. I haven’t really got the time for that.” He answers, although he seems to be in a melancholy thought when he does.
Still, you breathe at his beauty. You think you can stare at him for your whole life.
You quickly try to change the topic.
“So, what are you here for?”
He points behind you.
You turn your head back but what faces you is nothing but the empty hallway.
“Sorry?” You question.
“The castle.”
His answers just keep surprising you.
He blushes, rubbing his arm as he paces around the small space of the balcony.
“You’re interested in the architecture?”
As soon as you mention that, he brightens up. “Yes! From what I've seen, it’s alright.”
You feel offended. It is your castle, one for which you’ve decided most of the structure. He seems to notice his mistake as he panics.
“But don’t tell anyone that! Especially not their highness…”
You grin.
“Perhaps, the inside can change your mind?”
“Inside? I don’t think we’re allowed—”
“If we don’t get caught, it’s fine, right?”
“Yes, but—”
You grab the stranger’s hand and lead him inside, he stumbles in after you, the warmth in your hand startling him.
You bring him into different rooms, hoping that one of them will at least suit his taste.
“This?”
“It’s a bit cramped, the furniture set is going against the wallpaper.”
You roll your eyes, he’s so damn picky. That, or you’re just really bad at interior decorating.
Still, you smile at every single word he says. Being royalty, you have no damn clue what he’s saying. But with that pretty voice of his, you could listen to it for hours.
“Don’t you think you’re being a bit too harsh? What if their highness were merely shown bad choices by their architects?” You say, hoping that wouldn’t risk the random attendee persona that you’re playing at the moment.
“If that’s true, they should’ve fired those architects.” He states confidently.
You laugh. “And what, hire you instead?”
He purses his lips, he didn’t expect you to get that so easily.
He stays silent.
“Do you want to?” You ask.
“Get hired?” The look on his face is so innocent like he can’t even believe that you’re asking such a thing. As if the answer is painfully obvious.
You shake your head.
“To build a castle.”
He stares at you dumbfounded. His eyes glimmer as he grabs your hands and does so aggressively. You don’t mind even a second of it.
“Are you fucking crazy? T-That’s like my dream!” He admits. He’s smiling widely, his face nothing but only a few centimeters away from you.
He starts babbling about the materials he’ll make it with, the different types of rooms and decorations he’ll add. He’s so damn fascinating, you don’t even care about the speech that you’re supposed to give by midnight.
It’s like he has planned this for a long time. Everything he says is so intricate. His hands move as if he’s drawing it, he’s a bit shaky but it’s obvious that it’s from excitement. To your amazement, the way he describes everything makes it seem as if you’re actually in that castle in your head.
Once he realizes how much he’s talking, he stutters an apology.
“Sorry! It’s just that no one has ever asked me about this, I mean at home I—”
“Okay. I’ll give that to you.” You reply genuinely, your eyes are focused on his soft lips.
His chest heaves and his golden eyelashes flutter with grace…just looking at you.
“You know that’s impossible. I’m not even a professionally licensed architect.”
“It’s not.”
You’ll make it happen, even if your advisor goes against it. It doesn’t matter if you have to demolish the entire castle you’re in right now.
“It is! You’re just flattering me, I get it. You’ve been nothing but nice to me, but you don’t have to promise and lie to about such things.”
“I mean it.” You say it so sternly that he almost starts believing it.
He sighs deeply. “Going to this party is already a dream come true. There was this little green fairy with white hair, I—”
The words slip out of your mouth, cutting off whatever stupid things he has to say.
“Meeting you is a dream come true.”
The next few moments are a blur. Your hands are all over the unknown stranger. Fuck, it’s as if you’ve been hit with a love spell. You want to keep kissing his mouth, tell him that he has nothing to worry about when you’re with him. That you’ll do anything he asks.
Your prince whines and the sound has you going insane.
You want more.
You’ve gotten so addicted easily that your mind is insatiable.
It doesn’t matter that the room is left unlocked, no one is going to keep your hands off him.
“Hah—God!” He breathes enticingly. His mind is so hazy, so weak at how his heart is pounding each second.
You take off his coat, the clothing echoes as it falls down on the floor. His blouse is silk and you swear you can see the way his chest is lined underneath the white cloth.
Your fingers rubbed his hardened nipples and his entire body shivers. He holds onto your shoulders for support, the aroused moan that escapes his throat is just enough for you to keep doing it, and so you do.
“W-Wait! I-I’ll—” He pushes you for a moment, to take a breath as he slowly composes himself.
You watch him impatiently. You can see how his cock twitches from his tight pants, the wet spot in the center, and his dick dripping from precum as the white liquid seeps through it.
You keep your hands inside your pocket. Despite how your pants are perfectly fitted for you, your cock is begging for warmth, specifically from the blonde stranger in front of you.
He then nods.
“I’m okay…we can continue.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t have any—”
“I can take it. It’s fine.” He says as if he’s in a hurry. You’re not sure if it's just because he’s needy or if it’s something else.
You still indulge in his wants, however.
You’ll have to make do with his own fluids although you really don’t want to do anything that’ll hurt him.
Your fingers steadily prepare his walls and you’re trying your best to not be greedy. His needs first, more than anything.
He’s so damn tight, not that you need to worry much as the sounds he’s making are signaling everything but pain.
He’s so soft and so perfect that you’re starting to get jealous of even your own fingers.
“Are you..?”
He nods, and desire fills his eyes. It looks like you’re not the only one getting impatient.
When you finally feel his insides with your cock, the expectations you had were completely blown out of the water. Your hands find their way to his waist and it’s perfect.
The first thrust is enough to send you to heaven.
“Keep going.” He pleads.
You continue to pound into him, enjoying how each one brings out a soft mewl from the blonde.
His cock is dripping white on the floor, and the carpet gets soaked. You know you need to get that replaced but instead, you want to keep the stain there, as if some kind of trophy.
And while you stir up his insides, a familiar noise bothers your ears.
You don’t let it even phase you, enjoying the pleasure that’s eating you up.
However, your prince decides otherwise.
“H-Hold on! What was that—”
“Just the clock. You don’t need to bother yourself with it.”
A groan escapes your throat, feeling how he tenses up all of the sudden.
“Is it twelve?” He asks.
“N-No, but it’s close. Five more minutes.”
“I need to go.” He says.
No way was he leaving you like this.
“What?”
“I’m so sorry, but I—” His words are cut off by his moaning.
The way you fill him up has him salivating. You didn’t even move but god, his walls clenching on you are betraying his choices right now.
“T-Three minutes.” He whimpers out.
“Thank you, love.”
Your fingers feel up his cock, stroking it up and down while still continuing to pound ruthlessly. He continues to scream out, his mind too overwhelmed from getting his ass and cock ravaged at the same time.
His legs quiver and you have to hold him still. You’re both close and you’ll make sure to have him finish in time at least.
“F-Fuck!” He sobs.
And the worries in your head disappear, cumming inside his walls as he splatters more onto the carpet.
You sigh, your chest thumping as you stand there with your clothes a mess.
He quickly slides off you, trembling but still hastily moving as if the adrenaline has gotten into his head.
“I-I’m so sorry, I’ll try to get in contact with you again. I swear!” He stammers out before fixing his clothes, nearing the doorway.
“Don’t go through the balcony! There’s an exit to the right of this room!” You say, helping him out despite your wishes to keep him here.
“Thanks!” He shouts back.
You swipe the sweat on your forehead, zipping your pants back on.
The clock chimes as it signals it’s midnight. What a fucking way to end the night.
You hear rushed steps from the hallway.
Your attention turns to the door. Did he come back?
Your disappointment is immeasurable when you find out it’s just your advisor.
“Your highness! I’ve been looking everywhere, you’re late for your speech—Oh my god, what did you—No, who did you?!” She looks disappointed.
You look down. Ah, right.
Who?
Oh fuck, you never got his name.
“I didn’t ask. Oh no.” The realization slowly sets in.
“Excuse me?!” Your advisor answers offended by your words. You can tell how stressed she’s been, her teal hair in a mess.
“I’ll be right there. Let me clean up first, Ma’am”
“I’ll get everyone distracted. Jeez, young ones these days!” She says before rushing away.
The urge to punch the wall in front of you right now is high.
You look at the floor and notice the coat on the floor.
It smells just like him.
You lay your head on the cold table, mind filled with everything but your duties. The only thing that’s engraved in there is nothing but the sweet prince you met a while ago.
But no matter how many times you’ve gone through portraits of different royal families, even going through the nobles, you’re not met with a match.
“Your Highness. I see you’ve been distracted again.”
“Madame Faruzan, I cannot do this anymore.” You tell her wholeheartedly.
Your advisor rolls her eyes.
“Right after I caught you and that whole mess, you should be working.”
“He’s a great guy! He’s skilled with his hands.” You argue with her.
“I do not need to hear what he did with you.”
“That’s not what I meant! He’s an architect, he’s good! I’ve heard how he works, I’ll vouch for him.”
“You’re biased. Something that a ruler should not have. I told you this when you were younger.” She warns you.
It seems that she won’t hear you out no matter how hard you try.
“I really cannot focus.” You say.
It’s the truth. You’ve been sleeping with that coat for weeks, along with other things. As if it’s actually him to begin with.
“If he’s such a great architect, then why don’t you work with that?”
An idea enters your head.
“Ma’am, you’re a genius.”
“Of course.” She says confidently with a smile.
She shakes the compliment off, lord knows she's the smartest person you’ve ever met.
“So? What’s your verdict?” She asks.
A day after, a letter was sent out to the people of your kingdom.
Needless to say, everyone was freaking out.
“Goodness, that’s a big deal. Isn’t it?”
“Right! That’s a big opportunity.”
The entire market was in an uproar as Kaveh shops for his family. He couldn’t care any, especially not with the consequences he faced from being caught out late in the night. They never knew that he went to the party, but he’s sure his snarky scholar of a step-sibling knows.
“Oh, Kaveh.” A friendly face greets him.
“Miss Nilou.”
She smiles at him,
“Are you participating?”
The confused face of Kaveh is enough for Nilou to shake the soul out of him.
“You have to! Their highness is currently looking for an architect to turn the whole castle into something new!”
Kaveh’s eyes widen. “…Actually?”
“Yes! Oh, you have to hurry! It’s only up till today!” She brings it up, and Kaveh rushes home as fast as he can.
It’s almost like a dream come true.
First, that little green fairy that gave him the opportunity to attend the party in the first place. Then, that person he met at the said party who he flushes at every time he thinks of them. And now, this?
He almost tears the whole place down from searching for his plates.
Kaveh compiles it in an envelope. He feels rewarded as if everything that he’s gone through has finally led up to something.
“Fuck! Where is it?” He’s missing a folder.
Technically, what he’s giving is already more of what was asked for. Still, the perfectionist in him cannot stand to not have everything in its place, especially not with the opportunity that he was presented with.
A knock comes from his door and he flinches, his family cannot know about this. They’ll get rid of it again.
“It’s just me.” He relaxes, rolling his eyes before turning back.
“Asshole,” Kaveh says.
“After I saw your folder in the living room and kept it? Alright, I’ll guess I’ll throw it out.” Al-Haitham replies sarcastically.
“You wouldn’t.”
“I kept it for a reason. I wouldn’t throw it out now.” Kaveh forcefully takes out the folder and shoves it into his envelope.
He wants to say thanks, but his pride is too high for that.
“Be home before your curfew, I won’t cover for you.” Al-Haitham says.
Kaveh knows that he will despite the annoying tone that he’s using.
He runs to the front of the castle as fast as he can, his legs were not made out for this kind of journey. Still, he won’t give up.
He reaches the gates luckily, just an hour before the deadline.
Now, all he had to do was wait.
“We got a lot of submissions…and most of them are barely even considered actual pieces. I mean, look at this. Who would turn a castle into a teapot?” Faruzan complains, searching through the different envelopes.
You take a look at the amount and you couldn’t help but agree more. It’s absurd.
“Everyone who’s a licensed architect can be thrown away.” You ordered.
“Did I hear that correctly?” She eyes you as if you’re crazy.
You are.
“It’s fine, I have faith in him.”
After that, the submissions are lessened quite easily. While there were some that had fit up to the standards, they weren’t simply what you were looking for.
You remember every single thing he said, if you could just match that up with an envelope then you’ll be fine.
“We have two left.” Your advisor states.
Two names in front of you. One was named ‘Albedo’ and the other one was named ‘Kaveh’. You hesitate to open, the anxiety that he never heard of this competition or that you have sorted away his piece is eating you.
Your advisor notices this and gives one of her very rare encouragement.
“You said you have faith.”
You sigh, trying to calm down.
“I do.” You say it just loud enough to believe it.
You and Faruzan both take one, opening them at the same time.
Your hands shake as you do.
This ‘Albedo’ is good. God, it’s gorgeous. Though what he’s sent out are more artistic than they are architectural, you can see the vision that he’s presenting, it’s something you think your mystery man would find great fun studying.
You literally cannot do this.
You only had one chance left.
It’s this or nothing.
Faruzan holds your hand while you go through his envelope. It’s breathtaking, it’s almost as what you imagined that time Kaveh was talking to you were right here, laid out perfectly.
“Kaveh.” The name sounds so sweet on your tongue.
Finally.
You dress up in a nice outfit, sitting on the carriage’s seat, trying your best not to scream. You could have gotten the wrong person, but you’re sure that this Kaveh is him.
You’re not accompanied by anyone except your coachman. You’ve asked him “if you’re there yet” about five times.
You bury your face in your hands. This is fine, you’ll be fine.
You almost smack your head face-first on the seat when the carriage comes to a stop without any warning.
The door opens for you.
You hear the gossiping of the people around you and you give them that perfect smile you’ve been taught to do even if it makes you feel uncomfortable.
There’s a person by the door. One who’s certainly not the one you met at the party.
“Hello.” You greet.
“Your highness.” He replies, bowing his head.
There is an awkward silence between the two of you. It is clear that neither of you likes talking.
“I’m looking for—”
“Kaveh, I presume?”
You nod nervously.
He opens the door and shouts, an annoyed response can be heard from the outside.
Everything’s fine, you rule this kingdom. If it’s another person, you can just bomb the whole place away!
The joking in your head does not make it any better.
“I swear this better be important, I was busy—” He stops talking as soon as he meets with your eyes.
There’s a flushed look on his face that matches yours.
“Oh. It’s you…”
There come the gasps from around you.
“He did not just call them that.”
“How disrespectful!”
“Right?!”
You cough, unsure how to state why you’re here. You just hand him the contract.
He shakes as he reads it.
“What…?”
“I told you that I’ll build you a castle.” You remind him.
Kaveh remembers and you can see everything click right in his face. He’s very expressive, not that you were a stranger to that.
“Y-Your Highness.” He stutters.
You wonder if it’s appropriate to go down on your knee.
Fuck it. You can have Madame Faruzan reprimand you later.
The people watching scream in shock as you go down on one knee.
“Now that we have that out of the way…Will you do me the honor of ruling by your side?”
Please say yes, please say yes, please say—
“What?!” Kaveh yells at you.
“G-Get up! Oh my god, your highness!” He tells you.
“I’m not standing up unless you say yes.”
The man you talked to previously whistles before heading inside the house. Kaveh glares at him, he did just not leave him in a situation like this.
“I’m serious, Kaveh.”
“You’re crazy.” He says.
“I know.” You look up to him hopefully.
He’s so red, it’s almost painful to look at. Not that you were any different from his case.
“I—Alright! Yes! So stand up already, your cape is getting dirty and everyone’s looking so—”
You pull Kaveh down by his collar, drowning in his sweet familiar lips.
You pull Kaveh down by his collar, drowning in his sweet familiar lips.
•He tends to avoid people and focus on his job as a Forest Ranger
•So after spending days trying to find him, Collei tells you he came back a few minutes ago and he wasn't feeling good
•You go to his house looking for him
•Only to see him trembling on his bed
•"Tighnari?"
•You get closer to him, and before you realize it, you're under him while he pins you to his bed
•"You shouldn't... be here, (M/n)~"
Collei knew (M/n) had been looking for Tighnari for days now, so when she saw him walk in the ville again she headed his way before he could go around and ask others if they had seen Tighnari.
"(M/n)?" The male turned around when he heard his name being called, and he smiled at the green-haired girl in front of him. He was gonna greet her like usual but she stopped him, "Tighnari came back a few minutes ago," he was about to thank her and head Tighnari's way when Collei continued talking, "He didn't look too good though..."
Her words made (M/n) feel slightly worried, thinking he might've gotten hurt clearing a Withering Zone, but he simply nodded at Collei and started heading toward Tighnari's house.
"Thank you, Collei!" She smiled and fidgeted with her fingers, watching (M/n) running away from her sight before deciding on getting back to work.
After running for a bit, (M/n) opened the door and closed it behind him, heading toward his boyfriend's room, moving the curtain hanging over the door frame.
"Tighnari?" The curtain swayed as he released it, observing the male's trembling body laying on the bed. (M/n) took a step closer and stood next to his bed, noticing how Tighnari glanced at him over his shoulder, and all of the sudden, he was the one laying on the bed, Tighnari straddling his hips and holding his wrists pinned down on either side of his head, "Tig...?"
(M/n)'s voice got quiet when Tighnari leaned down closer to his face, their breaths mixing.
"You shouldn't be here, (M/n)~," said male only blinked at him in confusion, before he felt Tighnari's hips grinding down on his and he realized it was his boyfriend's heat cycle, that heat that only occurred once a year, "I told Collei to keep everyone away for the next couple of days~."
Well, that was new, the always hardworking Tighnari taking days off... his heat must be really strong this time around.
Tighnari's green eyes observed (M/n)'s expression closely, realizing he was most likely spacing out, so licking his lips he moved down slowly, reaching for the waistband of (M/n)'s and pulling them down.
Flinching at the sudden touch, (M/n) placed his elbows on the bed, raising his upper half, making eye contact with Tighnari, who was placing small kisses on the tip of his dick, smirking with half-lidded eyes before wrapping his lips around the head, his tongue lapping at his slit. Tilting his head back, (M/n) released a shaky breath, realizing how pent up he was when he felt his orgasm approaching a little too fast.
"Fuck- 'Nari, wait..." Tighnari only hummed a negative response, taking more of his twitching cock in his mouth, moaning when it reached his throat, "I'm gonna... c-cum, please, wait-"
Closing his eyes and arching his back, (M/n)'s cum filled Tighnari's mouth, who moaned as he savoured his cum, feeling its thickness and warmth on his tongue and sliding down his throat. He whined at the thought of his small body being stuffed with every drop of (M/n)'s cum.
He could cum just by thinking about it, his cock twitching and leaking pre-cum, dampening his underwear.
"You're staying here with me~" with a swift motion, Tighnari pulled his bottom clothes down, just enough to be able to align (M/n)'s cock with his pulsating hole, "I want you to breed me, (M/n), I..." Slowly lowering his hips, Tighnari gripped (M/n)'s shirt in his hand, taking a deep breath as he cursed quietly to himself, "I want you... to fill me up with your cum~."
His green eyes were glossy, his cheeks flushed red and his ears pressed back, flickering every few seconds. (M/n) clenched his jaw, and silently nodded, holding Tighnari's hips in his hands. The hybrid male smirked at his boyfriend's obedience, but the sudden hard thrust inside him made him go wide-eyed, soon rolling back as he felt his prostate being hit over and over again, his body now limp on top of (M/n)'s, releasing high-pitched moans and whimpers every time he felt his insides overflowing with cum.
Alhaitham
.
.
•He's more obvious about it than you'll think
•He has a serious look on his face and a sort of mysterious aura around him, making him hard to read
•But to you? He's an open book
•He would constantly glance at you whenever you were near, sometimes even stare
•He thinks he's being slick and that you don't realize
•But nope, he's way too obvious~
•Occassionally, you give in right away, but there are other times when you like to watch
•Observe how he desperately tries to get your attention, almost begging you
After finishing the third book in a row, (M/n) decided to exit the library for a short while to get a drink and maybe something to eat. He didn't have to look behind to know Alhaitham was following behind him in complete silence, and hearing everything around him wasn't doing much to calm him down, it was just making his ears ring, as they were sensitive to loud noises, but canceling the noise from the world didn't do anything either, so he was struggling to keep his composure.
With drink and food in hand, (M/n) found a bench and sat down, glancing at Alhaitham when he sat next to him. His legs were pressed together and bouncing up and down slightly, very uncharacteristic of him.
Well, (M/n) was enjoying seeing the subtle pink blush coating his face, both of them knew that if Kaveh saw his roommate he would never let him live it down.
(M/n) kept walking around Sumeru City, ignoring how Alhaitham seemed to be losing his cool the longer it passed. And when he decided to head back home, the scribe was still right behind him. He saw (M/n) opening the front door to his house and he panicked, thinking his partner was just gonna leave him like that, horny and needy.
Without even thinking, he reached his hand to grip the back of (M/n)'s shirt, causing him to halt and turn around to look at him.
Damn, his green eyes filled with unspilled tears sure did something to him. But he hasn't heard Alhaitham beg yet-
"Please, don't leave..." Well, there it is.
(M/n) held the scribe's hand and dragged him to his room, glad that his roommate was gone on some sort of expedition or something like that and he was left alone with his boyfriend.
God... He was more than glad they were alone...
He hadn't even realized how much he had been teasing and playing with Alhaitham's body.
Tears blurred his sight and ran down his face, his cock was dripping cum, his nipples were swollen and covered with saliva, and his hole leaked hot cum, hearing his whines and cries whenever he was called "princess".
"You're such a good girl, aren't you~?" He nodded with a whimper, holding tightly onto (M/n)'s forearms, "You love it when I fill your pussy with my cum, don't you?" Alhaitham's thighs trembled at his words, releasing a cute shriek of embarrassment.
(M/n) leaned down and gently held his face, kissing him slowly, conveying all his love and adoration for him in that kiss. His hand moved to interlock their fingers together, causing more tears to gather in Alhaitham's eyes when his thrust went deep inside him at an even, slow pace.
"Such a good girl," he whispered against his lips, "Taking my cock so well, and keeping all my cum stuffed inside you~."
(M/n)'s kisses moved down to his neck, continuing to praise him about how beautifully lewd and erotic his noises were and how majestic he looked under him.
"Completely at my mercy, baby... you're all mine," Alhaitham closed his eyes tightly, his back arching slightly off the bed as he felt (M/n)'s thrusts stopping, every inch of his cock throbbing inside him.
"I'm... all yours~" he mumbled slowly opening his eyes, a smile growing on his face, his mind thoroughly fucked and stimulated by words and actions alike, "No one else's, only yours."
Damn, (M/n) really couldn't be more in love with him...
Cyno
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•Cyno is hard to understand
•He's hyperaware of his surroundings and his senses are heightened
•Nose, smell, touch, everything that goes around him has him on edge
•He's also easily irritable, everything and anything annoys him
•But when he's near you or with you, he doesn't say a word
•His starting is so intense, you think he's mad at you
•Fortunaly, you've known him for quite a while and you're able to pick apart different expressions on his face (as subtle as they may be)
"Oh, (M/n), you're here," he sat his empty glass down when he heard the distinctive voice of Candace approaching his table.
He smiled at her and saw Dehya coming behind her. They looked concerned.
"Hey, ladies, is everything alright?" He asked them, and they looked at each other in silence for a few seconds.
"Do you know what's wrong with Cyno?" Well, now he was concerned as well.
He frowned and looked at them, "No... what happened? Is he okay?"
Now Dehya crossed her arms in front of her and proceed to explain what has been happening to the matra. Apparently, he was having quite the attitude, Cyno had been recurring to violence rather than just threats more often than usual. He tsks at the smallest of sounds, complaining that his hearing is sensitive and that they should keep quiet.
All in all, he's irritable and fidgety, which is weird coming from Cyno out of everyone.
With that, (M/n) paid for his food and left the building, deciding on going to find Cyno and maybe ask him what was wrong, so he started wandering around Aaru Village trying to spot his partner somewhere, and eventually, he did.
Cyno was arguing with Alhaitham about something, Aether and Paimon were there too, staring at the white-haired male with defeated expressions on their faces, it seemed like they had been trying to calm Cyno down but, clearly, it didn't work.
(M/n) sighed and walked closer to them, "Cyno!"
At the call of his name, the matra immediately stopped talking, turning around to look at his boyfriend as he walked to them.
He would've flinched at the way Cyno was glaring at him. If he didn't know better (M/n) would've believed he was at him, but there was a subtle crease in his eyebrows, even if part of his face was covered, the corners of his lips were twitching and his adam's apple bobbed up and down when he swallowed. And (M/n) understood Cyno's moody attitude.
Oh~, so that's what's bothering him so much.
Holding back his smirk, (M/n) stepped closer and Cyno moved aside, standing slightly behind the (h/c) haired male.
While he gave a dumb excuse and apologized to Alhaitham for Cyno's behavior, (M/n) felt said male reach and hold onto the back of his shirt, tugging on it and releasing it a second after.
"Let's go, Cyno," (M/n) smiled at the group of three still standing in place while the two of them walked away to a more... secluded place.
And well, they found it.
Gently holding Cyno's face, (M/n) kissed him, placing his knee in between Cyno's, letting him grind on his thigh, hearing his muffled whines, crying out that it wasn't enough.
"M-more... I want- more~," Cyno's legs trembled as he struggled to keep moving on (M/n)'s thigh, "I wanna cum, please..." His hands held onto (M/n) desperately, raising his leg further up.
"Fucking hell, Cyno..." Mumbling against his lips, (M/n) lifted his boyfriend in his arms, pinning him to the wall behind him. Instinctively, Cyno wrapped his legs around him, moaning as his leaking cock pressed on (M/n)'s abdomen.
(M/n) stared into Cyno's red eyes, glossy with tears, and the matra whimpered when they made eye contact, gulping and tilting his chin up, exposing his neck slightly.
Licking his lips, (M/n) raised his hand and wrapped it around Cyno's neck, the tips of his fingers applying a small amount of pressure, observing how tears rolled down his face, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as drool dripped down the corners of his mouth.
Cyno's thighs trembled as he came, his nails digging into (M/n)'s skin through his clothes, "(M/n)~," he mumbled in a high-pitched moan, having a bit of trouble breathing normally as the pressure on his neck increased, "F-fuck me..."
Thankfully, (M/n) knew a shortcut to his house.
Scaramouche
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•Oh. Oh
•He doesn't want to acknowledge it and won't tell you about it
•He never thought that you were able to tell something was up with him
•Even if he didn't show it or mention it, he's quite obvious
•Probably because he gets too tsundere with you
•He ignores you but blushes when you grace his hand
•He curses you between stutters when you flirted with him
•In the end, he doesn't tell you he's horny
•But you know and tease him about it
Scara has been feeling on edge and anxious for a few days now, but he didn't pay any mind to it, he guessed he was still getting used to everything so he decided to ignore the feeling until it goes away on its own, surely it wouldn't take too long.
He has been convincing himself that there was nothing wrong with his body or mind, and he had been handling himself pretty well for a while, but the moment he saw (M/n)...
That feeling only intensified and he finally realized what that sensation was.
Especially because he felt his mouth watering at the thought of having 'something' in his mouth, or better yet, inside his significantly smaller body.
Now he was actively ignoring his horny thoughts, deciding on keeping them to himself, fully convinced that (M/n) wouldn't realize. Well, he was wrong.
His lover definitely knew, or he at least had an idea of what was going on with Scaramouche, especially since he had been getting more defensive than usual, but only toward him.
He doesn't do a good job at hiding it, making it quite obvious when he blushes whenever (M/n) graces his hand -intentionally or by accident-, Scara just pretends he didn't notice, but the blush on his face says otherwise.
Or when he stutters a curse at (M/n) whenever he would flirt with him or compliment him. He's still getting used to feeling love, but he doesn't hate the fuzziness when he's with his lover. When they make eye contact and he can feel his stomach tingling, when (M/n) kisses him and he can feel his heart beating faster, and that sort of reminded him that he's alive.
All of those tales and signs Scaramouche has when he's horny are obvious to (M/n), but he likes teasing him, so he purposely holds his waist for longer than needed, or deepens their kiss just enough to have Scara chase after his lips with a whine after he pulls away.
He snaps when that happens too often and his confident demeanor returns.
"If you're gonna do it, then do it properly," he mutters and holds (M/n)'s collar to pull him down to his height.
The (h/c) haired male gasps and holds onto Scaramouche's hips, bending down to relieve the strain on his legs as he was on his tippy toes to reach his height, and his hand lifts to gently hold his face.
"What is it that you want me to do?" (M/n) saw how Scaramouche's expression changed to a pleading one, the blush on his cheeks darkening.
"Just-" his hands held (M/n)'s shirt, swallowing before continuing, "Touch me, p-please..."
And (M/n) didn't say no to those words muttered by those pretty lips...
Scaramouche was now gripping the bedsheets in his fists, his body trembling as he struggled to decide if he wanted to get away from the stimulation or get more of it, he didn't know, his mind was a jumbled mess of incoherent thoughts, all he could think about was how (M/n)'s cock bulged his lower abdomen and that made him go crazy. Hearing him mutter how good he was for enduring the overstimulation, how well he was holding up to his pace, and how he loved seeing him fucked to tears.
"Pl... please, p-please please..." He had no idea what he pleading for, he knew he liked it, how much he loved it.
"'Please' what? Use your words, pup~," of course, (M/n) liked teasing him, he just enjoyed hearing him say all the filthy things Scara wanted him to do to his petite frame.
"Please..." He opened his eyes and looked at (M/n) through the tears blurring his sight, "Please, d-don't stop~ I... I need more..." With shaky hands, Scaramouche reached to caress (M/n)'s face, "I need more of y-you, (M/n)."
And this is exactly why (M/n) like teasing his lover so much.
"That's my good puppy~."
Kaveh
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•There are two occasions when he gets horny
•One; Alhaitham said/did something that annoyed him and now he need to release his anger some way
•So he drags you over and enjoys every second your dick is deep inside him
•And two; when he's spacing out, dreaming of a married life with you, living in that house he has been designing
•And bam, a graphic image of you fucking him on every corner of the house has him blushing a dark red
•Now he will certainly pay attention to the design of certain places in the house
•So, he's either confident and determined, or he's shy and hesitant
•Either way, you are more than glad to be there when he's feeling a little naughty
[1st scenario]
Kaveh watched how Alhaitham left the house nonchalantly, as if he didn't just make Kaveh's blood boil with rage. The blond let out a huff in annoyance and frowned while taking a deep breath.
He needed release, and he knew where to find it and how to get it.
He went out to look for (M/n), and he found him in the Grand Bazaar dancing with Nilou, laughing and having fun with his cousin.
"(M/n)!" The male hears his name being called and he looks at Kaveh from the stage. His expression is enough to let him know he needed him, so he says bye to Nilou and rushes toward the blond after exclaiming a loud 'Goodbye, everyone!' before following Kaveh out.
On the way, (M/n) doesn't ask, he just assumes it has something to do with Alhaitham and his attitude, so he just follows his boyfriend silently to his shared house.
As soon as they walk through the door, they're on each other, and (M/n) wastes no time bending Kaveh over the armrest of the living room couch, drinking in the lewd moans and cries of his name every time Kaveh came all over the furniture.
"Fuck yes~!" With his eyes rolling into the back of his head and his mouth open, Kaveh has no inhibitions, he doesn't care about being quiet at that moment, he's enjoying being able to only think about how good (M/n)'s cock is stretching his insides, filling him up to the point of making his legs shake.
(M/n) holds Kaveh's slim waist in his hands, stroking his soft skin with his thumbs as he continuously pounds into him, one of his hands slithering up his back until his finger interlock with his blond strands and pulls on his hair, effectively making him whine as cum spurts out of his cock, his back arched as he's only being held up by (M/n)'s strength alone. And he loves it. Every second of it.
[2nd scenario] (okay but like, I wanted to make this one afab!kaveh so bad 😭😭 I'll write it next time)
(M/n) had decided to stop by to give Kaveh a surprise visit, knowing his boyfriend was probably overworking himself with various projects he was working on, so he wanted to check up on him, make sure he was okay, drinking water and eating properly, and maybe, go out on a date together.
He knocked on the door a few times with no response, so he ended up using the spare key Kaveh gave him a few months back. As soon as walked in, he saw Kaveh's working room -or his 'office' as he liked to call it- had the door slightly open. He closed the door behind him and approached Kaveh's office, peeking inside to see if he was busy or not.
He was there, sitting on his work stool, spaced out as he usually got, daydreaming about his next and/or current design he was working on.
Which he was, but it was something a little more specific than just a design.
Kaveh was too busy imagining a married life with (M/n), his dear boyfriend. Living together and maybe, if possible, having a family with him. How? Well-
Some ideas came to his mind, and even though he could never get pregnant, the thought of "working on it" made him blush, his eyes opening wide as he started fidgeting in place.
He pressed his thighs together, and took a deep shaky breath in. His hands trembled as he slowly reached the waistband of his pants, slipping his slim fingers into his underwear, taking his erect cock out as he lifted his shirt to his mouth, biting it to muffle his moans and whimpers.
His hand wrapped around his dick and he applied a bit of pressure, just like how (M/n) does when he wants to cum together.
"(M/n)~," fuck, he couldn't hold in his whine, his eyes closed tightly as he started stroking his cock up and down, teasing his tip and wetting his fingers with his pre-cum.
And (M/n) was right there, standing by the door while holding his breath, feeling his cock throb inside his clothes as he observed Kaveh's expression change ever so slightly, watching his body squirm around and his hips trembling as he tried to thrust up into his hand.
(M/n) just couldn't stand there and watch how Kaveh pleasure himself thinking of him.
Dottore
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•Alright, he's most of the time in his office/lab doing who knows what
•So you have no idea honestly
•Except when he requests that you come over to see him
•He makes you sit on his chair, and suddenly, you're chained to it
•"Zandrik?"
•He grabs a flask in his hand and drinks its content, leaning down to your height to kiss you
•You end up swallowing the liquid, feeling it burn you from the inside out
•He removes his mask with a smirk, his face flushed as he stands in between your spread legs
•"Be a good boy~"
(M/n) was escorted to Dottore's office, where he waiting for him. The guard knocked on the door and waited for approval to come in, which she did as soon as she got it.
"I brought Mr.(M/n) over, sir," I complete silence, Dottore dismissed the guard with a simple hand motion and he stood up from his chair once the door closed.
The masked male walked up to him with his hands behind him, making eye contact with (M/n) as he locked the door. That made him a little worried, he was well aware that his boyfriend loved experimenting in private, for hours and hours, even days.
But it didn't look like it this time.
Standing next to him, Dottore place his hand on the small of (M/n)'s back, taking him to his chair, the same chair he was just sitting on.
"Sit down, (M/n)," his arm reached out, signaling him to do as told. Awkwardly stiff, he sat on the chair and observed closely how Dottore walked toward a shelf containing flasks of different sizes and shapes. He grabbed a rather small cylinder-shaped one, a bright pink liquid swaying inside it.
"Zandik?" The male looked at him briefly through his mask, before lifting his hand to his mouth.
(M/n) saw Dottore drinking it and walking up to him with big steps, the masked male held him by the chin and kissed him, pressing his fingertips on his jaw to make him open his mouth. (M/n) almost choked on what he swallowed, feeling how it burned his throat and everything on its way down, even so, it had a rather sweet taste.
"Enjoy~," Dottore said in a teasing voice, and suddenly, (M/n) was chained to the chair, his wrists bound to the armrests and his ankles bound to the legs of the chair.
A moment after, he felt his body heating up and his breathing became rapid and ragged, the same as Dottore's.
He took his mask off with a smirk and (M/n) saw his red eyes shining with tears, his cheeks colored red and some drool dripping down the corner of his mouth, moving to stand in between his spread open legs.
Without saying a word, Dottore leaned down to kiss (M/n) again, this time a longer and deeper kiss, his hands reaching down south to his pants and pulling them just enough for his cock to spring out. Breaking the kiss, he giggled at the sight of (M/n)'s cock already twitching.
He had only kissed him and he was already going crazy, how adorable~.
(M/n)'s whole body was trembling from pleasure, all because of that damn aphrodisiac Dottore made him drink. Well, said male was content with the effects of it, it was obvious by the smirk that hadn't faded from his face yet.
Dottore turned around, pulling his pants and underwear down, exposing his wet and twitching hole, clenching around nothing, greedily awaiting something to fill it up. The sight made (M/n)'s cock throb, pre-cum oozing from his slit.
"Be a good boy~," he muttered before slowly sinking his weight down on (M/n)'s dick.
(M/n) felt his body shaking as he climaxed, but no cum came out. Whilst Dottore stayed still and focused on a paper in front of him, he kept having dry orgasms over and over, relentlessly, so was Dottore, but he was doing a better job at keeping his composure, although it might've been because the drank significantly less aphrodisiac than (M/n).
But he knew something that will drive both of them crazy.
Dottore reached a hand under his desk and pressed a small button hidden in the wood, immediately, (M/n) released a loud moan, reduced to a blabbering, incoherent mess as shocks of electricity ran through his whole body. His hips were thrusting up involuntarily, chasing his orgasm but never having enough.
Feeling the electricity reaching his body too, Dottore gripped tightly onto his desk, as if he was desperately holding onto the little bit of sanity he had left. The electricity may not be as strong surging through his body, but he also had (M/n) drilling his insides, his eyes crossing momentarily with each hit to his prostate.
That aphrodisiac seemed to have worked better than he anticipated~.
(The whole process of me writing this was;
[I fucked it][it got fixed][I fucked it][it got fixed] over and over again 😂😂)
submissive kaveh looking up at you from the bed with his doe eyes, barely a thought running through his fucked-out mind. his chest and torso painted with his own cum that you’ve practically forced him to not clean up between the rounds of you pounding into him and jerking him off. various toys litter the bed next to bjs exhausted body, each one used on him in every way you could think of.
the vibrator that he loves the most had previously been pressed against the head of his flushed and leaking cock, images of him with his back arched off the bed while he whimpered your name engraved in your mind for an eternity. the burnt out candle was messily thrown onto the nightstand next to the bed, wax dried on the surface that mimicked the dried wax that had been dripped onto his thighs.
kaveh loves the praise from you, every time he held off his own orgasm like he had been told to you cooed at him, whispers of ‘good boy’ and ‘good little pet’ were pressed upon his skin with the hickeys you left in their wake. truth be told, you’d praise him any time you could just to see his already throbbing cock twitch from the smooth tone of your voice lingering in your ears.
another touch to his cock has him whining and whimpering, words you can’t even understand mumbled under his uneven breathing. lithe fingers wrapped around his length despite his begging for a break. his words fall on deaf ears, of course. until your agreed upon safeword is used, he could beg for archons to save him and not a single soul would hear him.
humbling kaveh and his atrocious attitude was always a project, but the end result never disappointed. especially while you’re stroking his cock ever so slowly, and he’s squirming like you’re fucking him into the mattress. through all the torture you put onto him, there’s always redemption which comes in the form of nodding at him to signal that he’s allowed to cum for the final time. tears fall from the corners of his eyes as his orgasm fills every inch of his body, a smile curving up the corners of his lips to match.
you’ve never seen anything prettier than the blond worn out like this, a treat even the archons couldn’t replicate.
I think I kept this pretty gender-neutral but please let me know if I made a mistake!!
Tbh this whole fic is just you edging Kaveh 😋
Not Proof Read!!!
Word Count: 1.5k
As soon as you open the door, he’s rushing to grab your bag, taking care of your coat and putting it away. You can tell he’s desperate to be touched just by how he’s rushing to change you into your relaxation clothes. When he’s done brushing your hair, he’s sitting on your lap, legs spread as he ruts against your thigh, his face flushed beautifully under the soft light. You don’t spare him a single glance though. No, you hadn’t forgotten how he “accidentally” spilled hot coffee onto your silk-white blouse last night. Unbothered, you flip through the pages of the book your friend let you borrow, reading every line carefully to understand all the content within. Kaveh quirks his eyebrow from anger and pleasure as he nudges against the side of the book, pouting and biting his lips as he stares into your bewitching eyes. When you show no reaction or response, Kaveh groans loudly as the movement of his hips starts to pick up in speed. He slings his arms around your neck as he leans in to kiss and suck at your neck. You don’t put the book down but instead, place your free hand on his head to keep him in place.
He’s close, you can tell by the way he mumbling curses and by the way he stops abruptly, waiting for you to take the lead. Sighing deeply, you close your book, “You do know I’m still angry with you, right? I have way more important things to be doing, yet here you are, bothering me like a bitch in heat.” You state bluntly while petting his head. His grip tightens around you as he leans into the shell of your eat panting, “Oh yeah? Then why don’t you stop me, hm? Why don’t you push me away?” You yank his head back by his loose golden strands. “Think you’re being cute?” Slamming your book down you pry his mouth open to spit in it, “You don’t think twice, do you? Ugh, what am I saying? Of course, you don’t, you’re too dumb for that.” All he can do is nod in response since he can’t seem to get the words to come out of his mouth properly.
He doesn’t even notice you release yourself from his grasp, wait, wait- why are picking that book back up? Slowing his pace once again he groans out in discomfort. He was so close! So why did you have to turn your attention back to that stupid book?!
“Oh come on! Y/n, don’t you think you’re being unfair now?!” Either out of anger or jealousy he grabs the book from your hands and tosses it across the room.
His eyes widened from his own actions.
Once he realizes what he’s done he immediately starts apologizing. He’s fumbling over his own words, rapidly trying to use his dumb brain to think of the right thing to say. Using a little force, you push Kaveh off your thighs and onto the floor. He doesn’t know if he should be afraid or turned on- probably both. He actually feels kinda bad…!
That is what he would feel if he wasn’t a conniving little brat. On the outside, he looks scared and concerned, but on the inside- he’s celebrating happily. Finally, your attention is fully on him!
Kaveh slowly creeps onto your leg, and his head rests on your thigh. Your eyebrows furrow with annoyance as use your foot to rub at his throbbing erection. Biting his lip he whimpers as he claws at your thighs. Your hand cups his face as you squeeze his cheek, he winces out in pain as he feels the sharp sting of your slap, then the reassuring rub to ease the burning pain. Saliva pools from his mouth as he ruts against your foot.
He really does resemble a bitch in heat…
Slender fingers reach for your own, he’s quick to dig his pretty nails into the back of your hand. Inhaling sharply he bites on the fat of your thigh to stifle his moans, his pants are painfully tight and uncomfortable, he needs to get them off now. He needs to feel your tight, warm mouth around his length. When your eyes met his own you immediately understood what he needed. Letting out a frustrated sigh once again you used your foot to push on his abdomen causing him to fall back. Normally, you would give him the luxury of taking him on the bed, but when you behave like a brat you don’t get to complain about where and when you get to take him.
Hovering over his pathetic form you remove his pants, and (un)surprisingly he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Shaking your head with a smile you lean forward and place a kiss on his cheek. It’s an unspoken vow between you both, so he knows that can tap out whenever he feels the need to stop (which never happens…)
As you make your way back down you’re peppering kisses along his bare body. He lets out shaky moans as you tease him by blowing air onto his stomach. Once you make your way to his cock you kiss the tip as you lick away the watery precum, making sure to take long strokes against the head of his cock. You flick the underside of it with kitten licks, then take long swipes from the underside to the top. You’re painfully slow with it, so much so Kaveh whines and bucks his hips to signal to go faster. Your hands are twisting and stroking against his length as you take the half of it into your hot mouth. Making sure to breathe carefully, you begin to work your way down further. Kaveh has his arm over his face while the other rests upon your head, pulling and tugging at your hair, and occasionally pushing you further. Once your head rose and your mouth left his cock with a wet ‘pop’ sound, you gazed sharply at Kaveh. Stroking his cock slowly with a sly grin on your face, you kiss the side slowly before speaking, “Hmmm, I don’t know… You’ve been especially bad this week. Don’t think I’ve forgotten you’ve been misbehaving. Always acting like a whore around my friends, or touching yourself while I was away, or dropping and breaking things on purpose.” He winces at the loss of movement, “Y/n, please, please, please! I’ll do whatever you want me to do- whatever punishment you have for me- I’ll take them like a big boy! I won’t complain! I won’t be bad, so please let me cum! Just once-“
“Hmm, I don’t know Kaveh~ You always say that but you can’t seem to keep a promise.”
Kaveh is getting desperate, he starts bucking his hips upwards, trying to get some sort of friction. You let him get closer to his high but just as he’s about to cum you grab him by the wrist forcing him to stop. He whines like a girl, sobbing as he bites down on his free hand, teeth digging into the back of his pale hand. “Look at you- so desperate to cum~ Sigh, I guess I can’t be mad at you forever”
Placing your hands on his thighs to hold him in place while you bully his cock with your hot mouth, making sure to take his length whole. Bobbing your head up and down, your tongue working wonders by gliding back and forth on the underside of his cock. Every time you reach the hilt, hollowing out your cheeks while moaning cutely. His stomach pools with an aching tight heat that sends an amazing feeling to his balls. Tears spill from eyes that are squeezed shut- he nearly dies when you start to fondle and paw at his tight balls. With a high-pitched scream, he arches his back as he finally cums. It’s painfully good, the way you take him makes him believe he was made for you. Made to be used for your pleasure and enjoyment. Creamy thick cum spurts from his pink tip. Pulling away you watch him cum all over his pathetic dick. It continues to spurt of cum in waves. All while pooling at his base.
Slowly- you stroke his length hoping to milk him dry. His mouth is open but nothing but pathetic little whines come out. When you palm your hand over his creamy slit he screams out in pleasure. “Hnnghh- Y-y/n! Stopstop! No more~ Pleas-hah… Please~! S’too much~ Nghhhmm!!” Holding back a giggle your pace slows down, you’ve practically stopped!
You loved toying with him. You eat up his reactions like it’s the last thing you’d ever do. You’ve got him completely wrapped around your finger. So much so, that he can’t even decide what he wants.
“N-No! *hic* W-why’d you stop! Pleasepleaseplease! M’sorry, I didn’t mean it! I-I’ll *hic* I’ll be a good boy!” His length twitches against your palm as he hastily thrusts against it once again. Twisting your wrist against the tip as your tongue swipes away at the remaining cum, “Hm, you know if we keep going I won’t be able to stop!” “Please, please, use me til I have nothing left to give.” A breathy laugh escapes your lips as you look up at him with loving eyes, “Oh, aren’t you the cutest? ‘Could just eat you up, Bunny!” His dick twitches and slaps against the side of your mouth in response to hearing you call him that. “Awww~ Don’t worry, I’ll take of you~♡”
Okay y'all, I don't have the brain power to write something actually good and such, so take this~
Masterlist.
Warning; breeding kink, voyeurism, cervix fucking, cunningulus, squirting, overstimulation, masturbation, blowjob, face sitting, thigh fucking, free use, somophilia, dry humping and I might be forgetting something else.
Afab!Kaveh whose legs tremble every time your cock hits his cervix, whining and crying incoherencies as you keep him bent over the kitchen counter.
Afab!Kaveh who can't stop squirming and whimpering as you eat him out, muttering that he can't cum anymore, but not releasing the grip he has on your hair, his thighs pressing on the sides of your head as he cums all over your tongue.
Afab!Kaveh who loves the feeling of your hot cum spilling inside him, making his eyes roll back as he moans how much he loves being bred over and over again.
Afab!Kaveh whose hips move sloppily as he rides you desperately, griping onto your shoulders as he overstimulates himself, blabbering something you didn't understand, but his fucked dumb expression is enough to let you know that he wants more and more.
Afab!Kaveh who presses his thighs together at the thought of Alhaitham finding out that your fingers are deep inside his wet heat, slowly fucking him under the dining table.
Afab!Kaveh who gets so loud when you keep fucking him through his orgasms, making him squirt all over the bed.
Afab!Kaveh who likes waking up to the feeling of your cock grinding against his clothed pussy, enjoying the warmth and smoothness of his thighs, as you whisper how good he's being for letting you use his thighs without complaint.
Afab!Kaveh who turns into a dumb slut for your cock when you pound into him, whining nonstop about how much he loves the feeling of your cock stretching his pussy.
Afab!Kaveh who pulls your hair hard enough to cause you pain while he rides your face, all that shyness and hesitation gone the moment your tongue licked his puffy clit.
Afab!Kaveh who doesn't even care that Alhaitham walked in on him getting his guts rearranged, encouraging his roommate to use his mouth as a relief.
Afab!Kaveh who humps your shoe while he takes your cock down his throat, tears dripping down his face when you hold his blond hair to use his mouth as a fleshlight.
Afab!Kaveh who loves having his pussy used whenever and wherever you feel like it <3
Afab!Kaveh who goes crazy when you watch him masturbate, gently guiding his movements with your words until he's edged and sensitive, his dripping and puffy pussy twitching as he whines that he can't cum if you're not touching him or fucking him~
