content: female reader-centric. explicit material. handjobs. titjob.
notes: for @dovesgrave as a thank you for getting me into this game and destroying my motivation to do anything else but play this game whenever i have free time. also lmao this neet has a chokehold on my horny so he will suffer.
he’s burning under your touch right now.
it’s a given, you think to yourself, so leisurely and so playfully, while you pump your hand up and down, up and down his twitching, sticky length that’s such a pretty, pretty sight to behold, to caress, to stroke and jerk until the pretty, pretty pink tip weeps precum.
idia always burned hotter than the rest thanks to his affinity with fire, his want to not be seen, his desire to not be touched.
well— to not be touched unless it’s under very special circumstances.
a needy buck of his hips brings your attention back to the poor thing and your sly gaze meets his wide-eyed one, full of lust and longing and shock that you’re here, giving him a handjob that he’ll be dreaming of for months to come.
“d-didn’t think we’ll reach this friendship level already…” idia chokes out at last, the first string of coherent words he’s managed to say since being pushed down on his bed, since you crawled all over him, since your hands began to wander, to undress, to please the poor thing until he’s a puddle of pink flames and flushed cheeks. “ah fuck— ahhh— why is my touch res so low—”
you smile at him, bright and assuring, your wrist twisting just so that steals the last of his breath from his lungs. “think of this as level grinding,” you tell him, with confidence that’s been brimming and overflowing in you. “well. one form of grinding—”
you pull your hand back and make a show of sticking your tongue out, lewdly as possible like those anime girls he devours in those doujinshis he thinks he’s actually hidden in his room. you let it hover over you coated fingers just so, sending a look to idia that has him wheezing, has him all but fucking the air with how his hips jerk and twitch up, chasing the memory of your skin and heat.
he’s so cute right now and it takes a lot of resolve from you to not indulge him and make a show of cleaning your hand up. much as his reaction would be fun to watch, you know the type of drinks and snacks he consumes on a daily basis.
until you can improve on that later, you tell yourself — and holy shit does your pussy tingle at the thought of a repeat with him. — and so you pull your hand away and make a show of wiping your hand on your bare thigh, shaking your head with a coy smile on your lips.
poor idia looks torn between look disappointed that you’re not lapping him up and looking hungry at the sight of some part of him on you, marking you.
he finally settles for shock when you begin to unbutton your blouse and you grin, shrugging off your blouse and his surprise as your tits are on full display for him t see.
“think of this as bonus for this round,” is all you tell him before get back between his legs and press them around his cock, making idia howl as he throws his head back, as his body trembles and he tries so, so hard to not come there and then while you massage the aching shaft with the soft flesh of your tits and blow cool air, hot air on the pretty, pretty pink tip that’s weeping precum.
“too low! my skin res is too low! you’re shredding through my defense,” he gasps out, grasping the sheets while he fucks the warm, slick channel you’re practically handing to him on a silver platter. “If you keep this up, i’ll... i’ll—” he trails off, a bit of drool escaping from the corner of his panting mouth and you’ll swear until your dying days that his pupils were heart-shaped in this moment, almost fucked out from his mind from just your hands and tits.
you press your breasts tight around the cock sliding in and out of the valley, winking at him. “go on then,” you encourage him, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the throbbing length. “let’s end this round with a finishing move.”
cheesy to say, sure, but it does its job: idia comes in thick, sticky spurts that lets you know he hasn’t come in a while. he coats your face, your tits with his hot cum, ropes and droplets hanging on your neck and glossing your the curve of your lips, the slope of your breasts.
you make sure to keep your mouth shut until he finishes and idia goes limp beneath you at last, his body faintly trembling from the most action it must have ever seen.
while he catches his breath and wonders how he got laid before anyone else in the college, you clean yourself up and quickly cuddle against him, pressing your body, your bare skin against his.
“sooooo... did i persuade you to come join us this weekend at kalim’s party?”
idia blinks down at you for a few seconds, his brain muddled, needing time to register your words and your reasons for being here in the first place. “… for an hour,” he says at last and you laugh at the audacity of this man, smacking a kiss on his hot, hot cheek in affection. “you’ll need to keep grinding if you want me there for the whole event. i-it’s only fair...”
“you make it sound like that’s a bad thing for me,” you tell him, already pulling away, flashing him a smile that has the tips of his hair turning bright pink once more. “i don’t mind doing grinding for you i get to grind against you.”
he’s burning under your touch right now and you wouldn’t haven’t any other way.
