Nini I want to fuck a demon boy so bad I can't.
I'm so sleep deprived and this is the only thing on my mind.
The idea of this powerful demon who's not used to being challenged, just ending up ass up face down on the floor, bed WHEREVER. It's not important. Ending up like that is just peak.
Also I like to think they'd have sensitive tails.
So. Like. I totally.
Wanna make them fuck themselves with their own tail. I think that'd be great. I think it would be awesome.
I want them to get so flustered at the idea of doing it, but do it anyway just coz I told them to.
I can almost imagine them finding their own prostate with their tail, and really they can't decide which sensation to focus on. Feeling themselves clench around their own tail, or the way the slightly pointed end slams into their prostate.
And bonus points if they cum and you overstim them by grabbing their tail and fucking them so much harder than they could themselves.
Hooray, now they've got
your hand around their already much too sensitive tail
said sensitive tail is being slammed into their ass
it's gotta feel so good, they'd probably be so tight around themselves
your hand is gonna slip a few times, which is gonna end up in stroking their tail, which has got to feel like heaven for them
not to forget that you're thrusting their tails directly onto their prostate without letting them breathe
I just. I don't know. I think they'd look so pretty, flushed and begging to stop, even though it's them that keeps weakly trying to thrust their tail back into themselves.
Also, they'd look so pathetic, sobbing from the overstimulation. I'm a sucker for tears trailing down their faces, eyes red and a little puffy.
It'd almost make you wanna be nice to them. Almost.
But yknow, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. And sometimes what a girl's gotta do is fuck a demon stupid with their own tail.
(I don't have the same way with words as some people, but like do you see the vision)
~a sleep deprived,🧁anon
You are so smart holy shit. You don’t give yourself enough credit. Fucking a demon with their own tail? Why didn’t I think of something as great as this??! Lemme write down my thoughts for a sec- (btw I thought you are like, very religious?)
Dom!reader x sub!character
You had a long day behind you, and there was nothing sweeter than the thought of finally getting some sleep. All you wanted was to have a good rest, but to your demise you woke up in the middle of the night with something heavy on top of you. “Ops, I didn’t mean to wake you up. Oh well this will do too.” What the hell? It was a fucking person?? First thing you did was push him off of you and turning on the lights, then you thought this was some kind of weird joke. He had two horns growing out of his forehead, as well as a super long tail with a heart shaped tip. Not to mention the pink, glowing tattoo on his pelvis. When he opened his mouth again, you thought you didn’t hear right. “I’m an incubus, pleasant to meet you~ now let me feast on you, pretty please?”
An incubus, so, in other words a demon. What in the- never mind. He said he wanted to feast on you? Heck no, he woke you up in the middle of the night and is expecting you to have the energy to fuck him? As soon as he got up to try make a move on you, you flipped him over and tangled your hand in his hair, then pressed his face into your pillow. “If you are that desperate do it yourself.” Of course that little slut was into that.
He reached for his dick, but you slapped his hand away and instead grabbed his tail. “MhMngh- aaAAHhnn~!” A surprised yet blissful moan escaped him, face all red as lust fills their already sinful body. Anticipation swelling inside them at the thought of what you might do with them. That’s when they felt their own tail poking against their butt… wait wha? In the mean time you stroked it gently while whispering, “I want to watch you fuck yourself, who knows, I might reward you afterwards.” Suddenly all their previous confidence vanished as embarrassment took over. With their own tail..?? How did you even get that idea! Not even something as perverted as them had such outrageous ideas..!
In the end they could only obey without protesting, trusting their already super sensitive tail into their tight, wet hole. Each time they accidentally hit their prostate, they’d yelp and whimpers. Pretty tears are already rolling down their even prettier faces. Eyes half lidded as they whine, “mhm! Ah-ahhHh.. nghHnn~!!” All while their poor, useless dick is twitching around on its own, making a mess everywhere <3
...would these modern college AU genshin men send n00ds to you?...
...Xiao...wanderer...lyney...
Xiao
No.
Absolutely- not.
The very idea is preposterous and disgusting. And after all, he's heard wayyy too many stories of a person's nudes getting leaked, and he does not want his stuff all out there.
He trusts you, yes. But especially at the beginning of your relationship, there's not enough trust for him to do that.
Xiao doesn't usually go to frat parties, but his friend is the one throwing this one so he felt obliged to go. What could go wrong?
Xiao doesn't drink, nor does he party, but after chugging drink after drink and being sat in a circle playing truth or dare, his tipsy mind is feeling rather- ballsy.
So it goes as follows, he picks dare and gets dared into sending nudes to the last person he's messaged, Xiao's great at keeping secrets so no one knows that you're dating, truth be told- even in his drunken state if the last number he texted had been anyone else, he wouldn't have done it.
But it's you. So his drunken mind agrees. He takes a rather risky photo, some alcohol is dripping from his mouth, sweat runs down his forehead, his back is arched and he gives such a sultry look. Then, he presses sent. The rest of his night is spent partying and drinking more, so his memory of doing this fades into bliss- that is, until the next morning.
Accompanying his painful headache is a certain memory, that makes him physically gag in remembrance, he rushes to check his phone, hoping- praying that you didn't see it- he thinks he's gonna faint from embarrassment when he sees the little *seen* at the bottom of the text.
Fuck. You saw it. You didn't even respond- he shoves his head into the pillow screaming externally and internally- you fucking saw it! And-...you didn't even respond..does that mean you don't like it..? Wait. That's the least of his worries!!!
He's happy about the fact that he doesn't have to see you in his first few classes. But then, it's time for a class that you both have together.
He has half the mind just to skip, but eventually, he has to face you, better be it now than later right?
Whatever, it'll be fine, he'll just explain to you- that he didn't mean it, he was drunk n at a party he wasn't thinkin-
Suddenly Xiao hisses as he's pulled into the janitors closet on his way to class, he swiftly turns his head to glare at the person who did this- it's you.
"So, Xiao, about the pictures you sent. I called you at least 10 times after those, but..you didn't answer." He opens and closes his mouth like a fish, his whole plan goes out the window as he just meekly stares up at you. This wasn't what he expected, but it wasn't something he disliked-..perhaps...he should send some to you even when he has clarity of mind?
Wanderer
Far too skeptical to entertain such a thought.
If you mention it first he'll just scoff at you and give you a dirty glare "Do I look like one of your whores?" "But baby- you're my only whore not one of them-" expect to get a glare from him the whole lecture, in and out of the class. His stare is practically sending you a death threat
Later, if he catches himself thinking about what you asked of him he cringes at himself and the thought.
He's not one to trust people easily, he's been stabbed in the back, and betrayed far too much to be vulnerable enough and to trust you enough to send nudes.
His head runs wild, what if you didn't like what you saw? What if you decided he was so ugly you needed to share those photos with those around you? What if, what if what if.
It's only later on, deep into your relationship that the thought of sending pics crosses his mind once more.
He's tapping his foot harshly against the ground. He's sitting at his seat as students pour into the lecture hall, his eyes scan the room as he sees you walk in and wave at him, just like always. You sit next to him, but he just can't maintain eye contact.
He has his phone in his right hand, staring at the screen intently as the sound of the classroom processes as background noise for him. Should he? What if you don't like it? What if you just meant it as a joke and you'll actually get disgusted once you gaze upon the photos..?
He sighs resting his head on his desk in contemplation. 'I mean...I took some measures just in case, I'm sending it on snap so she can't save or look at it again..fuck-..it should be fine..right..?' his thoughts are jumbled but ultimately he- "fuck it." And he presses sent.
Now it's just a matter of waiting for you to check your phone, it's like the clock is ticking extra slowly and you're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You heard the ding so check the goddamn phone already- and then you picked up your phone, once you noticed it was your boyfriend who texted you, you glanced at him, a confused expression, he's sitting right next to you- so why would he- oh.
Almost immediately you duck your phone down under your desk, you don't want to share this sight with any eyes that aren't yours.
"..why now? Fuck- you look pretty..?" Your mumbling- he has you mumbling. That's a good thing right?
And- and you complimented him- that means you liked it right?
He's such a brat, sending you a photo of his back arched, his tongue sticking out as he was wearing a short skirt with thigh highs, you could catch a glimpse under it from the picture- in which you could tell he wasn't wearing anything.
Your boyfriend who loved baggy clothes and dark styles was wearing a pink flirry skirt!
Heats pooling in your pants as you glare at him,
He had a smug look on his face- looking oh so proud. Anyways- he thought you would wait and fuck him after class. But once he felt your hand creeping up his thigh his eyes widened in shock as he realized you had no plans to wait until after the lecture.
lyney
Agrees.
Well- he's definitely startled at your request, out of all things...this is what you desire most?
"mon amour- out of all things I- gulp didn't expect you to ask for n-...indecent photos." He's startled to say the least,
But he's not completely against the idea of it.
Your darling lyney is a magician, quick on his feet, he quite quickly puts that flustered face away to replace it for a rather cheeky one.
"Mon amour, I knew you missed me whenever I was busy practicing for my shows but to this extent! my-"
"forget it." His smug attitude is a turn off. At times.
Letting go of the idea you didn't really think he would go through with it anytime soon.
You don't expect anything unusual to happen today, like always you kiss lyney good luck for his show before heading to the audience to watch him perform from there.
Lyney's cheeky grin is noticed by you, but you just assume he's giddy for his show, heading into the audience to wait for your boyfriend,
you hear a ding. And as you open the message you drop your phone to the ground. It's a simple picture, it's of lyney, he sends you pictures of himself on the daily so what was so shocking about this one?
Well- for starters he's naked. Tied up with intricate red ropes, they look tight, especially around his thighs- wait. You recognize those ropes, they're the same ones he's gonna use for his performance today!-
And he does. Flaunting around those ropes in his performance, the same ones from the damn photos.
Lyney walks into his dressing room as usual- that is before he's pinned to the wall by none other than you.
"oh? Are you that excited to congratulate me on today's performance?" As your hand tightens around his wrist he starts to feel even more giddy
"what the fuck was that? " "Hm? Did you mind? It was a present." He's so smug.
"no- the ropes. You used the same ones from the performance didn't you- you cheeky fuck-"
"the ropes are over there, if you plan on doing something you should hurry, I have a fan meet n greet soon~" "oh I'll hurry alright."
You didn't hurry, for some reason unknown to his fans, the magician was unable to attend the meet n greet.
begging for sub lyney + praise kink i'd do Anything
nsfw sub!lyney + gn!reader, praise, lots of praise, dumb lyney
this isn't my favourite piece but lyney is all i can think about recently so i just had to get this out as fast as possible. thank u SM for this req bc it's just made me think abt how much of a praise kink he'd have lorddd... n e way i hope this is okay!!.. <33
"you did so good today."
lyney thinks he will burst if one more compliment falls from your lips. you're close—too close. your hands are all over him, teasing the buttons of his shirt, tugging at his belt loops, tracing along the lines of his jaw. he's so flustered, worked up, adrenaline still flooding through his body from his previous performance.
his hat and shoulder cape have been discarded on the makeup desk behind him, your eagerness not giving him any time to take a breath as you'd hurried him into his dressing room and painted his face with needy kisses. lyney had laughed, pushing you away to cheekily ask if you'd enjoyed the performance that much; his cockiness soon fading once the praises started tumbling out between desperate kisses against his skin.
your thigh is between lyney's parted legs, his back against the makeup desk; hands fisting the material of your shirt at your shoulders as he grinds against your thigh. he's whimpering, soft and embarrassed—a complete switch to his usual confident on stage persona and you can't help but feel the wave of pride at the way lyney can't seem to look up, fixated on the way he moves so obediently for you.
"look at you." you sigh, head tilting as you watch him fall apart against your leg. your eyes are soft but dark, taking in the desperate cant of his hips and pretty gasps with every movement.
you're not even doing anything. lyney does all the work—working himself along your thigh, fingers curling into your shirt, eyebrows furrowed with concentration to make himself finish.
he'd been so stressed for his performance, so it'd been your plan all along to let it be known how well he did. the relief of finally getting his act done was clear as lyney was so accepting to relieve himself, to let you reward him for such a good show.
"just like that," you whisper. your hand tilts his head to finally look up at you, his eyes glassy and needy, "my pretty lyney."
lyney flushes at the praise, breath hitching, "st-stop, please." though his thrusts never seem to slow, hips only stuttering a little.
you take note of that, eyebrows raising when you flicker your gaze to his desperate grinding, "you want to stop?" you press your thigh harder against him, leaning impossibly closer across body, "but you're doing such a good job for me, darling."
"mh-hah-" lyney whines, loud, at the feeling of your thigh pressing hard against his cock straining against his shorts. he doesn't seem to realise how pitchy he's getting, brain fuzzy and too focused on you and your close body and the praises and his need to show you how even better he can be.
lyney can't think when you press your hand over his mouth to stifle his increasing moans. your chest presses against his and although he never seizes to slow the movement of his hips, your close proximity and the weight of your body pressing him hard against the makeup desk forces his eyes to roll back at the friction of your thigh against his cock. he can feel himself dripping against the material of his shorts, so incredibly close to breaking from just the press of your thigh alone. the thought would've flooded him with embarrassment if he could think properly.
you force him to keep eye contact, his eyes lidded and glossed over, the only thing separating you being your hand covering his mouth. your eyebrows furrow a little at the halt of his hips, "hm? don't stop, dove. you're being so perfect for me."
he feels so hot, his throat is closed up, unable to form a coherent word except the muffled whimpers and whines. his brain is muddled, the previous anxiety of a bad performance completely erased because now he's being good for you, he's so perfect, he's doing such a good job.
and to top it off, you lean in close when he starts to rock his hips at your command, whispering the words, "good boy." and lyney could cry.
lyney's eyes threaten to close, eyebrows scrunched and pretty breathy whimpers bleed past your hand over his mouth at the words, hips stuttering against your leg. purple irises gloss over with tears of pleasure, everything all too much and all you can do is smirk a little at how fucked out the usual suave and charming magician is.
"'m gonna-" lyney mumbles behind your hand, breath quickening and he pleads with his eyes, words stopping halfway to moan noisily.
"ah-ah!" you rip away his chance suddenly, hand dropping from his mouth and you back up slightly so you're no longer situated between his legs. lyney whines, bucking into the air at the loss of friction, eyes pooling with tears.
"n-no, please, please." lyney's desperate, voice broken and whiny.
"not yet, dove. 'need to get these off." you play with the belt loops of his shorts, tugging him a little closer. you smile wolfishly, going to pull the material down, "i need to reward you properly."
starring ┊ sub! lyney, aether, kazuha x dom! reader [separate]
𖦹 synopsis: teasing your boys in their most sensitive spots / what makes them weak!
𖦹 cw: nsfw / explicit, heavy petting, making out, mentions of belly bulge, mentions of sex, degradation, light humping, slight implied dub - con, nipple play, groping, thigh job, fingering (character receiving), hair pulling, public alley setting, hickies, spit as lube, slight frotting, ooc characters, reader has dick
guess whos back from the grave ╰(▔∀▔)╯i missed you guys :( mwuah mwuah kiss kiss to you all i finally posted TT;; my very late christmas gift to you !
࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ Aether
pretty boy aether is sensitive by his tummy and his chest.
you can't help it, there was just something fun about wanting to keep touching him where you know he will let out the prettiest noise.
when aether does an upward stretch and lets out a little sound of content as he feels his back unwind, only for it to turn in to yelp as he feels your hands grab his sides from behind, quickly travelling to his stomach and kneading the fat. he would pout, turning to look up at you and ask what why would you do that, just for you to shake your head and kept caressing him.
aether would feel quite woozy, the way you were touching his stomach should be nothing short of innocent, it was just his stomach after all and you were just massaging it after all!
but he was wrong.
his legs were starting to feel weak, the way you were caressing his sides and stomach, hands almost nearing his chest but never getting this was starting to arouse him. then he felt your lips kiss the back of his neck and he felt his knees buckle, letting out breathy whine, his hands grabbing your forearms support.
your fingers finally reached up to his chest, hands ghosting over his clothes and gave it a squeeze, fingers pinching and flicking his already hardened nipples.
you would whisper the most filthiest things to his ears, telling him that you would like to see a cute bulge in his belly as you fuck him, you wanting to play and suckle with his chest.
aether cannot take it, he was hard and his breathing was erratic, his body searching for more from you, beginning to grind his ass to your already hard cock.
you turned his head around to the side, catching his lips in a messy kiss as you kept playing with his chest, aether's body quivering as he feels waves of pleasure coming just your fingers.
aether cums, letting out the prettiest moans into your mouth as his hips spasms, his cum staining his pants.
he felt weak, his legs finally giving out and luckily you caught him before he hits the ground, hooking your arms under his legs and carrying him. you watch he tries to catch his breath, chest inhaling and exhaling, nipples poking through his shirt. you begin to walk up to your shared room, whispering to him as you walk up the stairs;
"we're not done, i meant what i said."
࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ Kazuha
lovely kazuha is sensitive when it comes to his hair.
he would usually keep it tied, he doesn't want his face to be smacked by his hair if ever the weather felt like being an asshole.
but for you? when you complimented kazuha's hair when it was down, tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear and saying that it suited him a lot? he started letting his hair down, especially when you're around.
especially especially when getting intimate.
after a long night of drinking with the crew of the Crux and beidou passed out drunk, you and kazuha decided to finally get some shut eye.
you would wonder how everything ended the way it is right now but you aren't the one to complain when you have sweet kazuha naked on your lap, back against your chest and his legs spread wide open all the while you have your already wet fingers teasing his hole and the other holding his hair, the grip just right to your liking.
kazuha was squirming, his face was red and his cock was leaking, watching and feeling your fingers tease his hole, slowly taking the tip in and out was driving him crazy. what was driving him even crazier was how good you were pulling on his hair.
he was letting out breathy sounds as your worked your fingers inside him, slowly pushing it in and out before setting a pace.
you whisper things in his ear, telling him of how much of a slut he was for just opening his legs for you, gripping his hair tighter and telling him that he was liking this too much.
he couldn't agree more. if he could at least.
the stimulation was getting to kazuha, he felt as if we was melting. he could feel the tips of your fingers touch his prostate as you sped up your pace and the pleasurable sting of your grip on his hair and you grip his hair tighter than before, causing kazuha to finally come undone. he whines out loud, his cock twitching as cum spurts down from his balls to a bit on the floor, his hands struggling to keep his legs open.
you watch as he comes down from his high, your hands letting go of his hair and taking your fingers out him, caressing his hair to soothe him a bit.
it didn't take long before you carried him up and laid him down the bed on his front, towering over his back and his ass pressed against you.
"seems you want more, hm? let's get the real thing inside you, pretty boy ♡"
࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ Lyney
coquettish lyney is sensitive by his thighs and neck.
there was a cat and mouse game that the charming magician lyney was able to pull you in.
he found you an odd fellow but surprised himself when you were quite the charmer yourself, matching his energy. safe to say it had lyney nearly stutter out responses and eventually, you had him set on you.
lyney begins on his plans to pursue you, using the tricks up his sleeve to impress you. from giving you special attention during his shows when you attend to his conversations with you can be almost considered obscene if heard out loud, the tension between you two was always thick.
you always kept him on his toes, your words allured him and he wanted more but it seems you always find a way to escape, leaving him high and dry.
and lyney seemed to just about have had it.
so imagine during on one of your late night walks, you were pulled aside in a dark alley by none other than lyney with you back against the wall, hidden behind some large boxes. he wasted no time breaking the ice between both of you, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss and you return it, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him deeper and hearing his hat fall from his head down to the floor.
you break from the kiss, watching his hazy face look up to you, lips red and wet. you smirk, making your way to his neck and gently tracing your lips over his skin, making him shiver. you feel him grip the sleeves of your shirt as you leave trails of kisses on his neck while your hands went down from his waist to his ass, giving the fat flesh a squeeze.
lyney lets out a loud gasp before slapping the palm of his hand over his mouth as simultaneously sank your teeth gently into his neck and your fingers dragging itself from the back of his thighs to his ass.
jackpot.
you quickly turn him around, his front against your chest as you begin trying to undress his shorts, muttering about the unnecessary belts and garters he has. you tell him to unbuckle you as well and he nods, his shaky fingers unbuttoning you.
when you two were done, lyney watches in (delightful) shock as you were bigger than he thought, your hard cock slapping on your stomach, towering over his.
was that... really going inside him?
as if you were reading his mind, you motion for him to spit down on both your cocks and he does, a fat glob of saliva runs down from his mouth down to yours sending a chill down your spine. you wrap your hand around both of your cocks, running it up and down, making sure that lyney's spit covers all of it.
when you let go, he groans and shakes his head, trying to get the pleasure back but you shush him, patting the sides of his thighs and instructing him to open them.
you bring your cock between his thighs before closing them down, both you and lyney letting out a moan. you wasted no time moving, letting your cock thrust between his lush thighs, watching his face contort into pleasure as his dick rubs along your stomach.
he would have his arms around your neck, your face buried into his neck while he tries to keep quiet while you fasten your pace, lyney trying to to let his legs fail him.
as you bite hard enough that it might've drawn blood, that was the final push for him as he cums, long and drawn out whines as he spills on your stomach and feels fluids running down from thighs to his calves.
as you let him come down from his high, you slightly pull away to witness the debauched and ruined face of the once charming magician to a street whore. his make-up running down his face and body quivering in your hold, seeming to be barely coherent.
you pull him close, your lips dangerously close to his ear;
"you can go for another round, yeah? let's do it properly this time ♡"
Every now and again I think about Lyney with a dom male reader who is physicaly bigger that him and it takes zero effort for Reader to pick him up using one hand and fucking him like a sex toy
this is an thirsts btw
Mmm that kind of extreme size difference is delicious 🤤
Only using one hand too?! That's enough to make Lyney want to cum right away! Ugh… manhandling cute little twinks is not a want, but a need 😩
warnings. dom! top! reader, sub! bottom! lyney, reader has a cock, dumbification, slight hair pulling. written by a minor.
notes. baby’s first written male character ‼️‼️ i need to shower him with love im not kidding
lyney’s high pitched whimpers become muffled when you thread your hand through his hair, pushing his face down into the pillows as you fisted his hair ever so slightly. his ass ripples every time your pelvis hits it, your cock thrusting into his hole slowly yet harshly.
he already turned so dumb and weak under you, fingers clawing at the material of the bedsheets. you can’t help a grunt when he clamps down around you, like he was trying to keep you inside him. his once pretty braid undoes itself every time your harsh thrusts move his body completely.
“‘s the matter? have i fucked you dumb already?” you egged him on, but all you got in response was a whine and his hips moving back into you.
“nghh… right there…” the magician hopelessly babbled as he felt the tip of your cock drag along his prostate. your hips jabbing into him didn’t stop even if he’s whining incoherent nonsense, rather they pick up in pace, lyney feeling your cock deep in his stomach, his neglected cock twitching in pure need.
every time you’d piston yourself inside him, he could feel himself getting closer to the edge, muffled cries shifting in volume as you continued. at this point, lyney couldn’t warn you that he was close, but he knew you could tell. he does trust you with his life to do such a thing to him.
“you gonna cum? then do it,” you growl deep in his ears, only making him shiver more. “cum all nice and pretty for me.”
your words—falling from your lips like a melody—was all that did it for him. with a final thrust, lyney came all over the bedsheets, arching his back high up as his cum spurted on the sheets, staining them white. but you know you’re not done, you haven’t even came yet.
when lyney snaps back into reality after his orgasm, the white dots in his vision disappear slowly as you let your hand go from his hair to allow him to breathe. of course he knows you’re not done yet, you’re still so deep inside him, so he turns his head behind him to look at you, face stained with sweat.
“you know, i didn’t get to cum yet,” whispering in his ear, you massage his waist and he shyly leans into your touch with a whine. “are you going to be a good boy and let me fuck you again?”
hello! i saw you asked for ideas and if you dont mind here i am haha^^' thank you for your time reading and sorry to be a bother! (btw, i love your layout, "I love amy" is one of my favorite manhwas and i thought nobody knew it)
No thoughts, just Yandere and desperate Lyney being fucked by male reader 🙏🏼
Imagine also fucking Kazuha though....who has been head over heels for you since forever and male reader is just so clueless he doesnt know that omggg
AN: I'm gonna write the kazuha idea in another post :3
Imagine yandere!Lyney who's a desperate and pathetic loser. Your cock hitting all his good spots as he sobs n grips the bedsheet, he tries to pull away but you bring him back on your cock. Lyney whispers sorrys for killing the people who interact with you, it's not his fault that he gets jealous! Pretty bite marks cover his neck as your free hand chokes him lightly, making him see stars. How pathetic, he's drooling all over the pillow and making a mess. <3
thinkin about how your pretty little genshin boys act under your desk...
★fujoshis, wlm and minors please fuck off- you will be blocked★
♢》 whether they were quickly hurried under your desk to hide them from the person who was knocking at your door, oh-so-rudely interrupting the two of you, or the pretty thing crawled under in desperate want of your attention...
lyney is such a sweetheart. goodest boy ever; all smiles and flirty remarks, never a bad thing when he was in your company. honestly- you swear it all started out innocent... kind of.
your darling boy was perched on the edge of your desk, his pale, plush thighs squished against the dark mahogany of your desk as he crossed his legs, having entered your company only minutes ago yet already babbling on about how today's show went- that signature coy grin spread across his glossed lips as he continued on his ramblings.
not that you minded, of course- not at all, really. this, you thought, was the absolute perfect time to just lie back into your chair, letting out the occasional timbre hum to his words in quiet praise- and, of course, getting to give your pretty little thing some attention.
and with that, is exactly what you did- toned hands idly coming to slip off your leather gloves in one swift movement with nothing but a sly grin, sharp gaze staying trained on the smaller male- unwavering as you began absentmindedly trailing your hand up and down the soft curve of his exposed thigh as if it were nothing, deft fingers 'accidentally' catching on the straps attached to his shorts, giving them the occasional soft tug- but oh, that you could not ignore.
those adorable little stutters entering his speech as he felt the fabric dig into his soft skin, small gasps escaping his lips that he failed oh-so-miserably to muffle. one gloved hand coming up to slap over his mouth as the other bunched up into the silk of your shirt, hand flying to grip at something, anything- as he felt his thighs twitch, pressing and rubbing together. stifling a whine as he felt that familiar feeling gathering in his tummy, pretty eyes blown wide as he stared at you dumbly.
and that was all the reactions you were looking for, lips curled into a raffish grin as a deep, husky chuckle reverberated from your chest- before gesturing to your darling with the simple flick of your wrist; his face lighting up in recognition as the sweet thing immediately scrambled to get off your desk; uncrossing his legs and slipping between your parted thighs and under your desk- yet not without giving you an 'accidental' peek of the wet seeping through his shorts... oops.
oh, but that was enough to set you off- how could you ignore such a needy, gorgeous boy at your feet? that darling face of his was surely just made to be ruined- destined to be smeared with drool and your seed, destined to be dripping with pretty, crystalline tears as he cried out in pleasure, destined to be-
...yours.
and unsurprisingly, the pretty thing was already practically pawing at your belt- bottom lip wobbling as nimble fingers tugged at the fabric of your pants, whining like a puppy in heat.
what a sweetheart. what were you to do, if not indulge him? oh, but he did have some patience skills he certainly needed to work on...
and with that, you only gazed down at him with a small smirk, cooing quietly as you reached out a hand to cup his jaw, thumb running over his cheek with a low hum, snickering quietly to yourself as you watched him almost immediately part his pretty, wet lips. the soft pants fanning against your fingertips as he whined almost breathlessly, staring up at you near beggingly as you traced the dips and curves of his mouth- along his cupid's bow, grazing his trembling bottom lip...
-before promptly slipping two fingers inside his mouth, letting out a satisfied murmur as you felt him let out a little squeal at the unexpected feeling.
'good job, sweetheart- you just needa learn some patience, yeah? if you do well enough, I'll give you somethin' better to suck on- so get on with it, pretty boy,'
