» mistaking patience with innocent, Idia feel like a pervert, mentions of wet dreams, implied mean!reader
No matter how much he thinks about it, Idia has a hard time accepting that not only his feelings are reciprocated but also that you have accepted to be in a relationship with him, like, seriously, what good have you seen in him to love him? In any case, as much as he can't understand he won't really question your feelings, he would be damned if he ever do something like underestimating you or think that you would do something like dating him out of pity, and once he finally grew more comfortable with the relationship he finally let himself just to enjoy, only to find a “bigger problem”
Idia found himself enjoying your love a bit too much, things were going in a slow pace to don't overwhelm much his anxious and introvert self, but he ended up mistaken that patience by an innocence that made him grow to feel like a pervert, and one of of the worst kind
Things were escalating slowly and that just made it even more Embarrassing for him, he passed from letting himself just relax and enjoy of your shared love to want more and more, to become such a pervert that wasn't even look at you at the eyes out of desire and embarrassment
In what moment he passed from shying away from the kisses to wanting more and more? To want your lips all over his skin and mark him completely, to let you do all you want to make sure the rest of the world knows that he is yours and only yours, goodness, the amount of times he has moaned softly in between kisses all because his mind is putting tricks on him, it is making him think in all the things you could do to him, stealing his breath away before he has to force himself to stutter an apology and an excuse
But, of course, things simply can't be easy for him and then his desires start to hunt him down like if his mind was paid for it, he had to keep himself away from your photos in his phone and your voice messages in your chat before he loses his mind completely, he feels like a degenerated every time his mind start to wander around his more dirty desires while thinking of you, you probably would hate him if you ever find out how much time he has spent wondering if you would be gentle with him or would you treat him roughly if he gave you free pass, if you would hold his waist to keep him in place or will hold his hands above his head, goodness, his mind can run freely so widely in his desire that he even has to avoid you for a while or else he may as well beg you to just please fuck him
But he doesn't have the strength to do that, no matter how much your lips linger close longer than necessary when you kiss him, it doesn't matter how shivers run out of his spine when your fingers caress his skin lovingly and he has to fight for his life just to don't let you know how much he needs you deep inside of him, how much he needs you to already bend him over and make him feel like he is breaking into two, how much he is losing his mind between the embarrassment and the restless nights when he is assaulted by wet dreams that feels like heaven
If only he knew that you would be more than happy to indulge him, if only he knew that the pervert one here isn't just him, that you have been noticing his reaction and has been doing nothing but play around to see how long your pretty boyfriend can hold before actually asking you to fuck him
synopsis somebody has been following you around for a while, but every time you look behind you all you were able to come across was an empty space. that is until you corner the perpetrator and he has no other choice but to face you.
warnings handjob, grinding, consent IS there it just wasn’t mentioned, stalker!idia, self-deprecation (it’s idia guys), popular!reader, reader is kinda into it, semi-public?, no actual sex
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Again, just like every other day, the feeling of eyes following your figure accompanied you everywhere. It’s been weeks since this started. The irritation on your face whenever you felt the unknown presence made your friends concerned, worriedly asking if you were alright. You always made sure to tell them “Yes, everything’s fine, I just haven’t slept well.” At some point, they knew that was a lie, but they kept asking the same thing, hoping you’d tell them the truth.
One day, you had the great idea of separating yourself from your friend’s side. Your lack of presence goes unnoticed, for a short while, that is. And while they were running around like headless chickens trying to find you, you were already far gone, almost sprinting to an abandoned hallway —one that held rumors of ghosts haunting it.
Hiding behind an old, and dirty human-like metal armor, you waited until you were able to hear the footsteps of the one you were excited to catch. With their back turned toward you, all you could see was that they had their hood up, blocking their hair from view. They were also skinny and quite tall, but their hunched shoulders made them look smaller.
With them looking the other way, they didn’t notice you inching closer. Now, with you a couple of feet away from them, you could hear their heavy pants, almost like they weren’t used to running a lot.
‘Unathletic.’ You noted.
Hurriedly, you took long silent strides, slamming your left hand over their mouth while the other arm wrapped around their waist, dragging them back into the quiet corner.
Turns out, the somebody was the resident's gloomy house warden. He’d been following you around like a lost puppy, either by looming over your shoulder or by watching you through the hallway cameras. That would explain why he followed you in here. He didn’t know about this place, seeing as there were no cameras for him to use.
For weeks, he tried hard to get rid of his crush on you. Often spying, he hoped that he caught a slip in your persona, thinking about how nobody was that perfect. Sometimes, Idia wanted you to catch him, to reveal an awful side of you so the one-sided crush he had would forcefully fade away with the humiliation you would surely show him. After all, he was nothing but a gross otaku. An ugly loser virgin that was nothing compared to you.
This is why when he ran after your silhouette, the last thing he expected was for a deity like you to do something out of a hentai.
Which is what brings you to now, hand deep in somebody else’s pants, his face buried into your shoulder.
Your dick was hard, begging for some attention. Right now though, you were too busy making the third-year moan in pleasure, seeing as he’d never experienced something like this with somebody else.
“Mmh…” Idia let out, biting your shoulder with his sharp teeth, making you hiss at the pain.
“Tch,” you clicked your tongue in annoyance. “Don’t hide your moans, you don’t deserve it after what you did.”
He whined in embarrassment, reluctantly releasing your shoulder from his shark-like teeth. Instead, he tried to stop his sounds by thinking of something else, but that quickly failed when your thumb rubbed around his tip.
“Ah!”
You huffed. “Pay attention to me. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“Mmm— ‘M sorry..”
Your remaining hand then went inside his pants, grabbing the base of his cock. Rubbing it up and down, the other twisted at the top, your wrist aching a bit with all the movement.
“Ngh! Ohhh!” With Idia’s face in clear view, hood down, you could see the way his hair changed from blue to pink, eyes rolling back a bit.
‘Shit, he’s so cute.’
Not being able to take it anymore, you pulled out your hands and released his dick. Grabbing him by the waist, you turned Idia around so his face was against the wall, back arched towards you.
“O-ow.”
Quickly, you resumed what you were doing.
With Idia’s ass facing your direction, you pushed your hips against it, instantly liking the way his round ass and both of your pants created delicious friction. Rolling your hips and grinding, you saw the way Idia struggled with deciding on what to do. On one end, all he wanted was for your hands to jerk him off until he couldn’t cum anymore. On the other, he wanted and craved the way the outline of your dick just barely rubbed in between his ass.
Gosh, he couldn’t believe this was even happening. How could someone like you do this with someone like him? Were you not disgusted?
“What did I say about paying attention?” you groaned, increasing the pace of your thrusts and hands.
“S-sorry didn’t mean to.”
Hips shaking, you knew Idia was close, the twitching of his cock and the way his hair flared up gave it away. As if it wasn't enough, his moans and whimpers also grew in volume, and you saw how Idia’s nails scratched the thin wallpaper in front of him.
Your grinding against him turned rapid and damn near savage. One of your hands slid down, playing with the heavy set of balls below his dick. Not even five seconds later, Idia let out a pleasurable scream, feeling his orgasm come from the set of skilled hands that were still working.
With Idia’s hot cum all over your palms and fingers, you rutted your hips against him. Letting out a fat load inside your underwear, you could do nothing but wish that it was instead inside your stalker’s hole.
“HaaaAh— Please, it h-hurts!”
‘Oh shit.’
You forgot that you were still fisting his dick.
Hands instantly letting go, you had to wrap your arms around his waist so he wouldn’t collapse onto the floor. All you could hear were his loud gasps, echoing around the empty hallway.
Later on, you’d come to hear about a new set of ghost rumors. Ones that contained weird noises coming from the hallway you two were in.
notes: idia is so cute i need to give him a sloppy handjob and hear him cry about it. 😕
Cw: edging, small humiliation kink, threats of ruined gratification, bondage technically (Idia gets a boner over a threat)
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Idia being bratty about always forgetting to charge his toys, so you decide teach him the importance of charging his toys by tying him up and putting a vibrating ring on his cock, putting it on low.
He’s in heaven until right as he’s about to cum, it stops, leaving him right on edge. Idia whines before crying out and begging you to turn it back on, except, you didn’t turn it off. You tell him that he’s not getting anything else, and to make sure he doesn’t take care of it himself, you keep him tied up until he’s soft (which takes nearly an hour since he kept getting excited when you looked at his cock) then you take the toy off his limp cock and clean it. During this you let Idia remain tied up.
You only untied him after everything was already cleaned up and put away. As much as Idia hates to admit….it was an effective punishment. He’s too tired to get to that point again and as much as he wants to jerk it quickly, his cock is already flaccid and done. It would be humiliating if he tried to save what little pleasure he could get from a quickie.
You hand him back his toy, telling him he better charge it or you won’t edge him, but will ruin him.
Idia is humiliated that your threat woke his aching cock up. It visibly flexed towards his stomach, at full mass as it uselessly bobbed. You shot him a sneer upon noticing the pre leaking from the fat head of his cock.
Vil gently nudged Idia down onto the bed. “Don’t worry, Potato, you’re stunning, nothing you should hide.” To emphasize his point he stroked Idia’s hardening member, sm pulling back the foreskin to expose his cock head.
You run your finger along the tip of his cock. Idia viably tenses up at the contact, thighs trembling as he tried to keep his legs open. Vil stroked upwards, pulling the protective skin back over Idia’s cock. You gently rub small circles along his the sheathed head of his cock, earning a few confused moans.
“W-wait, a-aren’t you supposed to t-touch the part under t-that?” Idia whined, hips involuntarily thrusting upwards, resulting in Vil pulling Idia into his lap to still him.
“Do you not like it?” You ask, Idia immediately tried to correct himself, tripping over his words as he tries to wiggle out of Vil’s lap. “So you like it?” Idia quickly nodded.
Vil lets go of Idia’s cock, instead wrapping an arm around Idia, using his free hand to tuck Idia’s hair behind his ear. “So gorgeous…” He gently nipped the shell of Idia’s ear. You hum in agreement, grinning at the sight of Idia’s hair turning pink.
