Summary: Qifrey shows you how to make yourself cum in front of the mirror.
A/N: Hello! First time writing for Witch Hat Atelier. I hope it's good! It was lots of fun to write. I hope you enjoy. As always, comments are appreciated <3 Shout out to @starvverie for talking about this with me <3
Your face is warm all over as you glance away from the mirror in front of you. You’re trying to focus on something else, anything else other than the sight in front of you.
You, naked with your legs spread while Qifrey sits behind you, fully clothed. His head is tilted slightly to the side as he analyzes you. It makes you feel so small when he does that. It's probably why he does it.
“Come on, sweetheart. You aren’t looking.”
Your brows furrow instantly at the name. He knows just how to rile you up. “I-I know,” you reply, voice meek and foreign to your own ears. “Don’t wanna.”
Qifrey must not like that answer. He hums quietly, as if pondering your show of disobedience. He runs his hands up your thighs, and down your calves, easily reaching every inch of you. When he’s got you spread just a little bit more, his hand finds its mark. Right between your thighs where you’re getting wet embarrassingly fast.
“You don’t wanna see how good we’ll make you feel?” You show a tinge of doubt in response. Qifrey uses his other hand to grip your chin, facing you forward once more.
His pointer and ring finger spread your folds easily, allowing cool air to kiss against your lips. This is mortifying. Just when you think about ripping from his grasp, his middle finger lands on your clit, a shock of electricity running through your system as soon as he makes contact.
Just the right amount of pressure.
You yelp, your legs trying to squeeze shut, but he refuses to let you do that. Qifrey lets go of your face now that he can trust you’re fully entranced, before keeping a palm on your leg to keep you spread.
He clicks his tongue in reply, a subtle hint for you to behave. It’s hard to go on when he does that. You try your hardest to stay still as his finger circles your clit, slowly at first before building up. He’s good with his hands, and he knows it.
It only takes a couple of minutes before you’re moaning, your lips permanently ajar as he spreads your wetness around your cunt. It’s slippery, hot, and so so good. How are you supposed to ever think about touching yourself again? When his fingers exist? Not that he’d complain about offering you assistance.
“You’re getting in your head again,” he notes, pressing down slightly harder.
“C-Can’t stop it, Qifrey.”
“I need your help.” He doesn’t, but he likes to include you anyway, always the bleeding heart.
You arch your back away from his body but his free hand is quick to correct your form. There's no room for any nonsense with him.
“Slide a finger inside for me.”
All the hair on your body stands on edge at his order. That’s exactly what it is. You want to call it how you see it. It isn’t a suggestion, no, it’s what he wants you to do.
You don’t want to disappoint him, of course.
You slither your fingers down your body, shakily bumping against his hand in the process as you maneuver around it to reach your aching hole. He doesn't stop massaging your clit for even a second.
Okay.
Your middle finger slips inside and it feels…alright. It's good to have something fill you up. Your pussy has been begging for it the second Qifrey helped slide your clothes off. It’s just not enough. You whine as you watch the two of you work your body. His experienced finger rubbing circles into you while your hand stutters to keep up the pace, trying to match his movements.
“How’s that?” He asks, ever the inquisitive tutor.
“It’s…” your clit is throbbing against his finger now. You press back into him, letting his smooth robe engulf you. “Good. It’s good…”
He must not believe you. You manage to forget every time, but Qifrey excels at picking up on the small things.
“Are you sure?” He probes, slowing down.
You whimper, your body crying for more.
“No, it’s not enough.” You come out with it, half ashamed that you can’t pleasure your own body enough, and half humiliated that you’re even mentioning it right now. You press in a second finger to see if that changes anything, and it doesn’t.
“It’s okay, darling,” Qifrey coos at you, finding your reaction endearing. “Sometimes you need a little extra help. That’s alright.”
His words are like ice to your wounds, soothing the flames inside of you.
“Let me see your fingers.”
You slowly pull them from your core and Qifrey pauses his movements for a moment to peer at your hand. It’s wet, strings of lust webbing your fingers together. You look at him in the mirror, waiting for any praise or disappointment. He really is beautiful. His lashes brush against his cheeks, bright white shielding his blue eyes. Qifrey shows no tells aside from a tiny grin he gives you in reply.
“Do you want to see how I do it?” He asks, as if there’s any other response aside from yes.
Qifrey uses the hand that hasn't touched your cunt yet to press his middle finger against you, sliding inside. The sensation is immediately different from yours. He’s long. Skin a bit cold to the touch, but entirely purposeful. Qifrey waits until you’re warmed up enough for him before he pushes it in fully. His finger twitches, softly caressing your walls.
It’s hard to save face after that.
Your whines fill the room at an embarrassing pace. He grins softly before using his other hand to continue rubbing at your clit. Both appendages work you up, one slowly fucking into you while the other presses against your swollen nub.
“Is that any better?”
“Yes, oh my god Qifrey,” your eyes are laser focused on his hand's reflection. If you look close enough you can see your slick beginning to coat his flesh.
He chuckles softly in approval before breathing out a sigh, looking entirely too content as he watches the two of you in the mirror.
“You’re being so good for me, did you know that?” He’s quiet as he says it, his praise heating your ears like melted gold.
“W-Wanna be good for you,” you murmur a reply even though you aren’t really sure he was looking for one.
“Think you can continue being good for me?” His pace picks up slightly. “Can you take another finger?”
It already feels like he’s filling you completely, but you want to make him proud.
“Mhm, yes,” your legs tremble while moans escape your lips.
Qifrey eases his ring finger alongside the other inside you, stretching out your cunt carefully. “There you go,” He says under his breath.
He keeps rubbing at your clit, his finger now gliding more easily against you as you continue to leak around his palm. He draws circles, before swiping side to side, then back again all while watching to see what makes you twitch most. The longer he finger fucks you, the more you can feel him press against your back. Hard and big, no doubt leaking into his own pants. Qifrey doesn't show any sign of greed though. He’s only focused on you and your pleasure.
“Sometimes it's good to have another set of hands, hm? You don’t know what to expect when-“ he curls his fingers just right at that moment, sending you reeling. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your hands twitch around, trying to grab onto him as you all but yell out. “-right there, right?” He finishes his sentence as he finds what he was looking for.
You nod dramatically, squealing against him. You can tell that your orgasm is just right around the corner, so close you can almost taste it.
“Don’t worry, I got you,” he continues fucking into you with his fingers, pressing against that mushy spot inside of you all while using his other hand to abuse your clit.
When you refocus your vision you notice that his lips are slightly parted, his gaze locked onto your cunt. Up until this moment you wouldn’t have been able to tell that he was getting anything out of this, his demeanor almost clinical, but now you can see the cracks. You can see the way pink flushes his cheeks lightly, how his breathing has slowly started to pick up.
“Q-Qifrey, I’m gonna, you’re gonna make me,”
His tongue darts out to wet his lips quickly, inhaling sharply at your tone. “Good, you’re so good,” he’s cooing at you now, all while increasing his pace.
It feels like fireworks going off in your body, each cell exploding as you cum on his fingers. You twitch and wiggle against him but he stays on task, guiding you through your orgasm until you relax in his hold once more.
Qifrey chuckles, voice shaky as he slides his fingers from your pussy, holding both palms in front of you. They’re both nearly dripping.
“I’d say we did a good job, hm?” He murmurs with a grin.
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Guy who is so pretty on top of you and he can’t stop moaning and whimpering and burying his face in your neck because he’s so so close but he wants you to finish first
being apprentices with olfrey U_U showing olly what it's like to get a blowjob. teaching qifrey what it's like to dryhump
Staying up late with olly one night. You’ve long since been reprimanded for staying up past “curfew” (once you turned 18 those choices were left up to all three of you, as long as you could handle the consequences the next day).
Speaking in hushed tones and teasing laughs. Maybe mentioning the reason he’s wound up is cause he hasn’t gotten off lately. It’s meant to be a joke but it doesn’t land. Olly mumbling about how he never has, not like that anyway. Now he looks different in the warm glow of your lamp. His undergarments aren’t just a piece of loose clothing. Now they’re all that’s separating you and his neglected cock. It doesn’t take much convincing for him to lay back and let you handle the rest. Pulling his cock free, your breath being taken away once you see that it’s already starting to leak. He has a hard time maintaining eye contact with you at first. His cheeks are warm and he keeps looking off to the side. Olly covering his mouth a little so you can’t see the way he bites his lip when you drag your tongue across his tip. Tossing his head back once you take him into your mouth, feeling him slide down your throat. Your nose nuzzling against his bush and he’s trying so hard not to buck up into your mouth. Swallowing around him and he whimpers at the way your throat constricts. Hearing how olly pants (quietly at first, he doesn’t want anyone to hear) when you begin to move up and down. Reaching a hand up to press against his balls and he really doesn’t know how to react to that. You keep looking up at him cause you don’t wanna miss a thing. You don’t wanna miss how his head keeps tipping back, or how his eyes are starting to sparkle. How you can hear him audibly swallow the spit that’s collecting in his mouth, meanwhile yours is dribbling down the side of his shaft, making a mess of his hair. The first time he places his hand on your head is when you make a soft gagging sound. He’s worried you’re doing too much. Popping off his cock to nuzzle into the palm of his hand to tell him that really, you’re fine. He should let you take care of him. Getting back to work, allowing your tongue to press against the veins of his cock. Tasting the salty precum that’s slipping down your throat. Olly clenching his fists beside him. It’s not easy being quiet now. If it were any other time maybe you’d encourage him to fuck your face a little, but he’s having a hard enough time managing himself right now. Hearing him murmur a warning about how he’s going to cum. He expects you to ease off of him so he can make a mess of his shirt, but instead you force your head down more. Olly whining when he cums down your throat for the first time. You swallow all of it and he thinks he’s seeing two when you finally free him from your lips. Licking the side of your mouth while asking him what he thought, and he can hardly reply and fuck, he might end up getting hard again.
A couple days later you’re home alone with Qifrey. Everyone’s out on their own and you’re in the common area, trying to focus on practicing your own spells. Sneaking comments to each other every now and then. Maybe you’re pent up having sucked olly off a couple nights ago (not that he wouldn’t return the favor, but maybe you didn’t wanna overwhelm him all at once. Or maybe he did make you cum but you’re insatiable, and you live with two other men and you’re all at the prime of being needy and handsy). Crawling towards Qifrey cause you like riling him up. Telling him that you’ve always found him beautiful. Sneaking a kiss and you don’t know if it’s his first one or not, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Sliding into his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. He keeps his hands on your waist cause honestly he isn’t really sure what else to do with them. Maybe he snakes one up behind your back to hold your nape or press your head closer. Nipping at his lip and asking him if you can try something. He’s a bit breathless but he agrees anyway and looks down at you. Rocking your hips back and forth a couple of times and his hands tighten on you. He asks what you’re doing and you ask if it feels good. Watching his Adams Apple bob when he agrees. Telling qifrey that it’s okay. Having him help drag you across his clothed cock. Feeling him grow beneath you. His bulge hitting your clit and it feels so so good. Moaning his name and he can’t stop watching you. Qifrey pressing his lips to your throat and kissing it, maybe even nibbling and sucking it. Rotating your hips even faster and panting when you imagine what it would feel like to have him inside of you. Pulling at his hair and he takes it in stride, letting you bring him to your lips once more. Feeling his mouth against yours when he says your name. Asking if he’s doing it right. You wonder if he can tell you’re soaking through your underwear. His thighs flexing as he tries to meet your movements. You’re both nervous that someone may come home soon but more than that you’re desperate. Qifrey telling you that you look beautiful but you can’t hear him over the sounds of your moaning. Begging him to drag you on his cock faster. He follows instruction and grinds you down on top of him. He might leave bruises on your hips. I don’t know who would ultimately cum first. If he does, then you continue to use him like a toy to get yourself off. Feeling his cum seep through his clothes while you hump him and he’s starting to groan cause it’s too much but also he doesn’t want to tell you to stop. Cumming with his spit in your mouth while you kiss him. Maybe you cum first and he can’t help but watch in awe. You’re cumming on his cock without actually being on his cock. What would it feel like if you were? Qifrey feeling you go limp against him while he apologizes, using your body so he can cum too. Looking over you and out the window to make sure no one is here. Biting your shoulder while he cums. Everything is sticky and the room smells like sex. Sitting apart from each other wondering where you stand now. Qifrey excusing himself with a blush so he can clean up the mess he’s made, and all you can think about is how you’re going to get more of the two of them.
Guy who is so patient with your moods when it comes to sex…..never takes it personal, never pushes. He knows you can’t help it. Being understanding if you go weeks or months without wanting to engage in sex. It was never the most important part of your relationship anyway. He can still show how he loves you in millions of other ways too. Reassures you that he doesn’t love you any less. Comforts you whenever you start feeling bad. If you have to stop halfway through or if he can tell you were trying to push yourself he just shuts it all down and cleans you up, holding you on his lap. If you start telling him that you’re worried about how he feels and how he’d be happier with someone else he just tells you how he can’t imagine being with anyone else and that he’s totally okay with waiting for you, even if that means never having sex again
