DAY TWO: opera x (chubby) reader
KINKTOBER: overstimulation
my wheel spun on opera and my dice landed on ten <3 / kinktober masterlist / kinktober guide word count: 650+ words / 18+ - mdni
your nails are leaving large marks on opera's arm, where you're clawing repeatedly at their body simultaneously trying to get away from their touch and closer as well.
it's not the first time you've been in this position and you know it won't be last, you don't know how it started but in the past year the two of you have been hooking up on occasion. you first met at babyls many years ago when they still had black hair and you were more quiet and hated people's attention on you when it was unwanted, and it mostly was.
opera's face expressionless apart from the slight flicking of their sleek black tail you can see from where you're propped up on the pillows of your bed and they're between your thighs, sitting on their knees as they're touching you casually, almost indifferent but you know better than that. you know that as you babble more and more nonsense as the night grows old, the more enjoyment opera gets. "plea' opera! ' can't take it 'more!"
some people don't realise that opera is a mischievous demon, they don't see that side of them, you do, you see it when they relentlessly tease kalego every chance they get, you see it at your secret rendezvous as they playfully provoke you. "you keep begging and pleading it's incoherent, you need to learn to enunciate more. you're zayin, someone who has such a high demon ranking should speak clearly." it's extremely difficult for you to think clearly, let alone speak, when for the last hour and a half opera has been continuously moving two of their lithe fingers in and out of your cunt, rubbing your g-spot and brushing their palm against your clit. it's hard to focus on anything apart from the constant stimulation as they're constantly making you cum and cum again and again.
opera ignores you begging for mercy again, "for just a few minutes rest!" he doesn't even reply to your request though, unceasing with their movement. even when your scratches on opera's arm get deeper and you try to wriggle away they don't stop. even when opera's other hand has to grip onto your plush waist and hip dips to stop you from squirming too much they still don't let up. even when with their other hand they tease your nipples until you automatically arch your back into their touch before you quickly shy away and try to get back again.
it's hitting the hour and forty minute mark, your overly sensitive body is becoming sore. you've came eighteen times and your bedsheets are soaked. a demon can only take so much.
opera can tell you're reaching your limit as your moans decrease, only making whines and small whimpers. "too much!" you slur and your head lolls to the side, opera thinks it's cute.
"you can give me one more, let's get you to nineteen," opera's tone sounds more softer than normal, quieter, the voice you'd have if someone fell asleep and you didn't want to disturb them. you don't believe you've heard them speak any other way than the way they usually do but your head is too hazy and fuzzy to even notice the slight difference.
you're able to make it to nineteen, your pussy spasming and clenching around their fingers as you cum.
opera sees that you're coming back to yourself, when your breathing evens out and your eyes lose the cloudy haziness that they just had. "nineteen's a record for us." it wasn't a question, just a statement.
your head falls onto their upper chest, resting on opera's shoulder, "yeah."
"weren't we nineteen when you told me you had something important to tell me and you wanted to meet on the roof but we never did."
"yeah," you repeat your last response.
you're currently twenty eight now and was twenty seven when you reconnected with opera, at nineteen you lost contact and stopped seeing them.
at nineteen you were planning on going to the roof and confessing your feelings towards opera but you couldn't stomach the thought of being rejected.
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