The door clicks shut behind you before the sun even properly crests the horizon.
Tamsy’s voice is velvet-soft in the hallway—“Come keep me company, bunny. Just a little quiet morning together before the others start barking orders.” His fingers brush the small of your back like he is guiding something fragile. You follow without question. You always do when he uses that tone.
But Tamsy is such a fucking liar.
Now you’re face-down on his narrow bed, but the position is anything but restful. Your ass is high, chest pressed to the sheets, spine forced into a deep, aching bow. Thick leather cuffs lock your wrists together at the small of your back; a short, unforgiving chain runs from them up to the wide collar snug around your throat. Every shallow breath pulls the chain tighter, forcing your head higher, chest off the mattress, back arched like a drawn bowstring. The constant, gentle pressure at your throat makes your pulse throb against the leather, a steady reminder of how completely trapped you are.
The anal hook is so much worse.
You felt every deliberate inch of it. Tamsy had been so patient, so deceptively gentle as he pressed the cold, slick bulb against your rim, circling it slowly, letting your body fight and then surrender before he finally pushed it inside. The stretch burned sweetly, then settled into a heavy, unforgiving fullness that made your walls flutter and squeeze around the unyielding steel.
The moment he clipped the ring at the end of the curved shaft to the same short chain connecting your wrist cuffs to your collar, everything changed.
Now the geometry is cruel and perfect. Every shallow breath pulls the chain tighter around your throat and tugs the hook deeper, forcing the thick bulb harder against your front wall. There is no escaping it. The slightest shift of your shoulders makes the steel press insistently against that devastating spot inside you, sending sharp, electric sparks of unwanted pleasure radiating through your already aching cunt and up your spine. Your thighs tremble with the effort of holding still, but the more you fight it, the more the hook shifts and grinds, milking slow, humiliating waves of heat from deep within you.
You can feel yourself dripping. Steady, humiliating trails of slick sliding down your thighs, soaking the sheets beneath you. Your cunt flutters and clenches around nothing, betrayed by its own greed, and the emptiness only makes the hook feel more obscene, more invasive. The slow, rhythmic pulsing of your inner walls tries desperately to find something to grip, but there’s only aching vacancy and the relentless pressure from behind, pushing you closer and closer to an edge you can’t reach.
A sleek silk blindfold steals your sight. Sturdy foam earplugs muffle the world to a distant hum—everything except the brutal, pounding bassline of the heavy metal track still looping on his ancient stereo. The drums hit like a second heartbeat; guitars snarl and grind. Tamsy’s voice—soft, melodic, viciously sweet—barely survives the noise. You catch only fragments, low murmurs that ghost oagainst your skin more than reach your ears.
The spider gag is his favorite flourish.
Four metal rings force your mouth into a wide, dripping O. Your tongue lies slack and useless; saliva has been pooling and spilling for so long that a continuous, humiliating stream runs from the corners of your stretched lips. It soaks the front of Tamsy’s loose linen sleep pants where your chin rests against his thigh—warm, sticky, unstoppable. Every awkward, garbled moan you manage gets swallowed by the music anyway, leaving you even more isolated in your own building desperation.
He is stretched out flat beneath you, long and lazy, like a cat sunning itself. Your bowed torso hovers above his chest and face; the rest of you is held aloft by chain, hook, collar, and sheer trembling tension. Your knees dig into the mattress on either side of his ribs. Your cunt—swollen, empty, leaking—hovers just high enough above his mouth that he doesn’t have to lift his head to watch, close enough that you can feel the faint warmth of his slow, steady breathing teasing your overheated, dripping flesh.
In your bound hands you clutch an emergency clicker. One sharp press and it all ends. He promised he would hear it over the music. If he doesn’t… well. He’ll simply buy you that ridiculous layered sponge cake from the little shop two districts over. He’d present it with that same angelic smile, murmuring apologies that don’t sound sorry at all.
Because Tamsy would never be deliberately cruel.
No. Of course not.
Right now, he looks entirely too comfortable.
One arm is folded behind his head, platinum hair spilling over his knuckles. The other hand rests open across the plane of his stomach, fingers occasionally tracing slow, idle circles over his own skin—never quite touching you. Just… observing.
Your folds quiver above him, held high like an offering. Your entrance pulses rhythmically around nothing, slick and desperate. Another thick bead of arousal swells at your opening, stretches thin, trembles—then falls.
It slides down the glossy valley of your folds, gathers at the hood of your clit, hesitates for just a heartbeat—
—and drops.
Tamsy’s tongue is already waiting, flat and patient. The warm droplet lands perfectly in the centre. He closes his lips around it, throat working in a slow, audible swallow.
Your whole body shivers—chain rattling, hook shifting deeper, wrists tugging uselessly. A broken, wet noise forces its way past the gag; half sob, half plea, completely lost in the music. Your cunt clenches hard in response, another rush of slick leaking out as the hook presses mercilessly into that sensitive spot again. The pleasure coils tighter, hotter, but remains just out of reach, leaving your body trembling and aching with unfulfilled need.
He chuckles.
“I wonder…”
That angelic smile curves his lips — soft, sweet, and smug as sin — while his eyes stay locked on your pulsing, dripping cunt, savoring every desperate flutter with quiet hunger.
“…how long it’ll take them to come looking for you.”
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warnings ! : Sasuke is twenty-three years old, female reader, mentions of ex-girlfriends, stalking, watching, haunting, sex, ghost sex, slight-mention of breeding, trapping - Sasuke forcing her to stay human to live with him, slight-risk(masturbating), ass grabbing.
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The Uchiha household was quiet, too quiet for Sasuke’s liking. Empty halls breathed with drafts that carried no source, and shadows stretched unnaturally against the walls. He’d grown used to silence—he preferred it—but lately the silence had begun to feel occupied, as though someone lingered just beyond the reach of his Sharingan. At night, it was worse. The futon dipped with the weight of a body that wasn’t there, whispers skimmed the shell of his ear, and cold fingers brushed the edge of his jaw. He told himself he was imagining it. He told himself ghosts weren’t real. But when he turned his head and saw you—half-shrouded in moonlight, eyes meeting his with a hunger no living person had ever shown—denial became useless.
Everytime he walked past that specific room you were in, he knew you were there, and he especially knew that you were watching his very move silently. Though he never mentioned it to his friends - Naruto and Sakura when they came over but he could definitely could feel the shift in the air whenever they came around. It always got colder, the lights would flicker, it seemed like you were jealous of them really, specifically Sakura considering she's always all up on him. Despite all of that, he knew you were upset yet didn't want to control your emotions.
Sometimes, when Sakura’s hand lingered too long on his arm, the temperature dropped so sharply it made his breath fog in the air. He caught himself glancing toward that room, toward the shadows that concealed you, and every time he did, the lights above flickered as though answering his suspicion. He never spoke of it—not to Sakura, not to Naruto—but deep down he knew it wasn’t coincidence. You weren’t just haunting his house. You were haunting him. And though he should have been unnerved, Sasuke found himself waiting for it, craving the brush of unseen fingers across his skin more than he’d ever admit.
At first, he tried to ignore it. The flickering lights, the bite of cold air, the way the shadows seemed to curl tighter around him whenever he lingered too close to that room. But the more he ignored it, the bolder you became. His dreams were no longer his own—images of pale hands, soft whispers curling into his ear, the phantom press of lips against his throat. He woke in the dead of night with his pulse hammering, his sheets tangled, and the lingering impression of weight beside him on the futon.
One evening, the tension broke. He stopped in front of the room, hand tightening around the doorframe, his patience unraveling. “Enough,” his voice cut through the silence, sharp but hoarse. “Show yourself.”
The air shifted at once. The shadows stirred, the temperature plummeted, and when the candlelight flickered, you were there—half-formed at first, then clearer, your eyes burning with something almost human. Something hungry.
The first time Sasuke felt you fully, it wasn’t solid at first. Your hand brushed along his chest, cold but heavy enough to make his pulse spike, fingertips tracing the sharp line of his collarbone. He froze, jaw tight, eyes darkening, but when he tried to grasp you, your body flickered just out of reach, teasing him. A low, almost teasing whisper slid along the shell of his ear, sending shivers down his spine. His hands itched to follow the curve of your hips, the line of your neck, but all he could do was ache against empty air, heat coiling low in his body, knowing that the first brush of your skin had already claimed him.
Sasuke’s hands trembled, hovering just above where your waist should have been, desperate to close the distance. You leaned closer, and the faint pressure of your body pressed against his side—not fully tangible, but enough that he could feel your shape molding to him. His breath hitched, hips shifting forward on instinct, and a low groan escaped him before he could stop it. You chuckled softly, the sound like wind slipping through a cracked window, and brushed your lips along his neck, cold fire sending a jolt through his veins. Every flicker of your form, every teasing trace of skin, made him ache more fiercely; he wanted you solid, wanted to claim you fully, but the second his fingers grazed you, you vanished again, leaving him burning for the ghost who shouldn’t feel so real.
Sasuke’s fingers trembled as he pressed them against himself, the memory of your cold touch burning through him. He tried to steady his breathing, telling himself it was just… need, just the frustration of never fully having you. But before he could finish, you appeared—perched on the edge of the futon, hovering just close enough that the air around him chilled, your translucent form outlined in the candlelight. “So impatient,” you whispered, voice low and silky, tracing invisible circles along his shoulder. “Do you always get so needy when I’m near?” His hands froze, cheeks heating as your eyes locked onto him, every subtle flicker of your form a promise and a tease. You drifted closer, brushing your fingers against his arm without fully touching, and Sasuke groaned, torn between shame and the ache you stoked. “You like it when I watch,” you murmured, lips hovering by his ear. “I can see every shiver… every twitch.”
You floated just out of reach, your form flickering with every heartbeat, but the heat in his body was undeniable. “Look at you,” you breathed, voice dripping amusement, “so desperate for me, and I’m not even touching you fully.” Sasuke groaned, fingers clenching tighter, trying to ignore how your phantom hands traced over his chest, grazing his nipples with chilling precision. “Do you want me to make it easier?” you whispered, voice low and sultry, sending shivers down his spine. He shook his head frantically, but the almost-weight of you pressing against his side made him arch toward you despite himself.
Your laughter was soft but mocking as you drifted around him, brushing your lips along his ear, down his neck, letting him feel the ghost of your mouth without ever letting him capture it. “I could watch you like this forever,” you murmured, voice warm despite the cold of your touch. “Every twitch, every shiver… every desperate gasp.” Sasuke’s breath hitched, body straining against the emptiness, and for the first time he realized just how cruelly powerful you were—how you could make him ache and writhe with need without ever fully being there.
You drifted closer again, circling him like smoke curling around fire, letting him feel the outline of your body but never letting him catch you fully. Every brush of your phantom fingers along his arms, every fleeting press of your hips against his side, made his blood burn hotter. “Come on,” you whispered, voice soft but laced with amusement. “You can’t even touch me yet, and look at how needy you are… pathetic, really.”
Sasuke groaned, arching toward you, hands shaking as he tried to bridge the distance. You laughed, the sound teasing, ringing in his ears like a melody that shouldn’t exist. “So tense… I can feel every shiver you’re trying to hide. Do you want me to disappear again?”
That was it. Something inside him snapped. He grabbed at the air where your waist hovered, fingers closing around your form—and for the first time, you didn’t phase away. The solid weight of you pressed against him, cold and impossibly real, and his lips went to yours instinctively. “Finally,” you purred, letting him feel the contours of your body fully for the first time, your coldness sending a jolt straight through him. Every teasing brush, every ghostly flicker, had led to this—Sasuke finally claiming you, even if only briefly, as your hands tangled in his hair and his need burned in both of you.
Sasuke’s hands gripped your shoulders, and for the first time, you didn’t flicker away. The chill was gone, replaced by the warmth of your body pressing against his. Your lips curved into that same mischievous smirk as before, but now the weight of your form was entirely real, grounding him in a way he hadn’t dared to imagine.
“Finally,” you whispered, hands sliding over his chest, thumbs tracing the taut lines of muscle. Your touch was electric, and Sasuke groaned, hips shifting instinctively. You leaned closer, letting your lips brush his ear, down his jaw, teasing and warm. “You’ve wanted this for so long…” Your words sent heat pooling low in his body, and when you guided his hands to your waist, pressing him closer, Sasuke didn’t hesitate.
You feel him move against you, fingers exploring, tracing every curve. You respond, arching into his hands, letting him experience every inch of you. Soft gasps escape your lips, punctuated by sultry whispers that make him tremble. Every brush, every press of your body into his, makes the ache in him grow, and you revel in the control, the closeness, the way your long wait has finally burned into this heat between you.
You press yourself fully against him, feeling every taut muscle beneath your fingertips. His hands roam your sides, down to your hips, and a low, guttural groan vibrates through him as you arch into his touch. You bite your lip, teasing, letting him feel every curve, every shiver, but not letting him take more than you allow—yet.
“Do you feel that?” you murmur, lips brushing along his neck, your hands sliding over his chest. “All of me… finally real for you.” His fingers tighten on your waist, and you can sense the desperation rolling off him in waves. You let your hands ghost over the line of his abdomen, teasing him, making him shiver and groan, every reaction making your pulse race in response.
You grind gently into him, letting him feel the heat building between you while your lips trail down his shoulder, whispering soft, sultry encouragements. “You can touch me… all of me,” you breathe, and when he responds, exploring the curves he’s imagined for so long, you can’t help but moan softly, leaning into him, letting him guide the rhythm without letting it go too far too fast. The ache, the tension, the long months of teasing—it all ignites now, coiling through both of you, hot and desperate and impossibly intimate.
His hands slip lower, gripping your ass firmly, pulling you tight against the hardness straining beneath his clothes. The sudden roughness makes you gasp, your body jerking with the sensation, and his mouth twitches into the faintest smirk at your reaction.
“You’ve been taunting me for months…” he murmurs, voice low, dangerous, almost feral. His breath is hot against your ear as his hands knead and squeeze, dragging you against him until you can feel exactly how badly he needs you. “And now you’re mine.”
Heat pools between your thighs at the claim, and your body betrays you with a sharp arch into his touch. Your fingers clutch at his shirt, tugging at the fabric until it gives, sliding beneath to feel his skin. He’s hot, solid, every inch of him burning under your hands as though he’s been waiting for this moment as long as you have.
You tilt your hips deliberately, grinding into him, savoring the guttural sound that tears out of his throat. His grip tightens, and in a sudden, almost desperate move, he crashes his lips against yours. The kiss is bruising, hungry, all teeth and tongue, and you moan into his mouth, the sound only spurring him on.
You barely register when he pushes you back onto the futon, his body hovering over yours, eyes dark and wild. Your chest heaves, your lips swollen from his kiss, and when he drags a hand down your thigh, spreading you open beneath him, you know the teasing game is finally over.
“Show me,” you whisper breathlessly, staring up at him with equal hunger. “Show me what you’ve been imagining.”
His eyes lock onto yours, sharp and hungry, before dipping lower, drinking in the sight of you spread beneath him. You can feel his heat radiating down, his weight caging you in, and it makes your pulse thunder in your ears. When his hand slides up your thigh, higher and higher until his fingertips graze the dampness between your legs, your breath stutters.
“You’re already wet,” he mutters, voice low, almost accusing. His thumb presses against your clothed core, dragging slow circles that make your hips twitch. “Have you been waiting for this too?”
You bite your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer, but your body betrays you—rolling into his hand, seeking more friction. He smirks faintly, and then in one swift move, he tears away the barrier between you, leaving you bare under his touch. The first brush of his fingers against your slick heat makes you gasp, your nails digging into his arms.
“Sasuke—” his name spills out like a broken prayer as he slides two fingers through your folds, slow and deliberate, teasing you mercilessly. Each stroke leaves you trembling, chasing his touch, desperate for more.
When he finally sinks a finger into you, your back arches, a strangled moan spilling past your lips. He curls it just right, hitting a spot that makes you whimper his name again, louder this time. His eyes darken, watching you fall apart under the simplest of touches, and it only spurs him on. Another finger joins the first, stretching you, filling you, pumping in and out with unrelenting precision.
Your hips buck, chasing the rhythm, your body slick and hot against his hand. The sounds—your wetness, your gasps, his harsh breaths—fill the room, making the air thick and heady. And then, when you’re trembling on the edge, he pulls his hand away, leaving you aching and desperate.
“Not yet,” he rasps, undoing his belt with quick, rough movements. The sight of him—hard, flushed, straining for you—makes your mouth go dry. He grips himself, pumping once, twice, before lining up at your entrance. His eyes burn into yours as he presses forward, the blunt head of his cock stretching you slowly, inch by inch, until your walls clamp down around him.
The stretch is overwhelming, delicious, every nerve in your body lit aflame as he buries himself deeper and deeper until he’s fully seated inside you. A low growl rumbles from his chest as he drops his forehead against yours, his breath hot and uneven.
“You’re not haunting me anymore,” he whispers harshly, hips rolling into yours, setting a rhythm that makes your toes curl. “You’re mine now. Flesh and blood. You’re not going anywhere.”
The words slam into you as hard as his thrusts, your body giving way to his pace, your moans spilling freely as he drives deeper, faster, claiming you in every way you once thought impossible.
Each thrust pounds into you, deeper and rougher than the last, making the futon creak beneath your writhing body. Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving angry red lines, but Sasuke doesn’t flinch—if anything, it drives him harder.
“Fuck—” you gasp, the word breaking into a moan as his hips snap against yours, filling you so completely it’s dizzying. Every time he pulls out, it’s only to slam back in harder, stretching you, forcing your body to mold to him.
He grabs your wrists suddenly, pinning them above your head, his dark eyes locking on yours with something dangerous flickering inside. His pace grows relentless, each thrust angled to make your body shudder beneath him.
“You feel that?” he growls, grinding so deep it makes your vision blur. “Every time I push inside you—it’s a reminder. You’re mine. Not a ghost, not some flicker in the dark. Mine.”
Your back arches, tears prickling the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. “S-Sasuke—”
His grip tightens, his chest heaving as his thrusts grow uneven, more frantic. His words come out ragged, like he’s confessing and claiming all at once.
“I’m going to keep you here… trap you like this. Flesh and blood.” His mouth finds your neck, teeth sinking just enough to make you gasp. “I’ll fuck you full until there’s no going back—until you’re bound to me.”
The filth of his promise, the raw possession in his tone, sends heat spiraling through you. Each thrust drags you closer to the edge, your body clenching desperately around him, milking him for every ounce he has to give.
“Say it,” he demands, hips slamming into yours with brutal precision. “Say you’ll stay. That you’ll let me keep you like this.”
Your voice breaks on a moan, but the words spill out anyway, trembling and needy: “I’ll stay—I’ll stay, Sasuke—”
And with your surrender, he loses the last shred of control, rutting into you with a savage rhythm, desperate to spill deep, to claim you in the most primal way possible, to make sure you’ll never leave his grasp again.
His thrusts turn ragged, sloppy, but devastatingly deep, each one punching the air from your lungs. You can feel him twitching inside you, the tension winding through his body as his growls spill hot against your neck.
Your back arches, nails digging crescent moons into his shoulders as pleasure rips through you. The coil inside your stomach snaps, and you cry out, trembling violently as your orgasm crashes over you. Your walls clamp down hard, milking him, dragging him into oblivion with you.
Sasuke snarls, hips slamming once, twice—then he buries himself to the hilt and shudders violently. Heat floods you as he empties deep inside, filling you so full you can feel every pulse of his release. His teeth graze your throat as he groans your name, holding you down like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.
The sensation leaves you reeling, body limp beneath him, but he doesn’t pull out. Instead, he stays buried in you, grinding just enough to make his cum spill deeper, trapping it inside you. His grip on your wrists loosens only so he can cradle your face, forcing you to meet his dark, burning gaze.
“You’re not leaving me,” he rasps, his voice hoarse, almost broken. His thumb strokes your cheek, but his hips roll again, making you gasp as aftershocks ripple through you. “Not ever. I’ll keep you here, in this body, in my bed—until you can’t even remember what it felt like to be anything but mine.”
He lowers his forehead to yours, sweaty strands of hair sticking to his skin, his breathing still rough and uneven. His weight pins you down, his length still thick inside you, keeping you filled, claimed, anchored.
For the first time since you started haunting him, you feel it—the truth of his words, the finality of it. You’re not a ghost anymore. You’re his. And by the way his hands clutch you like a lifeline, you know he’ll never let you go.
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i just love fantasizing about dottore’s segments and how they would enjoy their time with you !! With permission from the original of course !
warnings: mentions of blood, knife play, degradation, Dacryphilia (lmk if there are others you see !!) || heavily unedited
characters: segments 18 and 25 || part 2 || part 3
18
The youngest of the adult segments. Often others would taunt him and say he has no idea what he’s doing… which is not far from the truth. Poor 18 who was too obsessed with school that he was unable to form any sort of relationship or friendship with his peers.
He definitely has the most obvious wandering eyes compared to the others. Eyes laced with hunger and desire drink your appearance in the lab whenever you stood closer to the original. Sometimes he wouldn’t even notice the way his tongue came out to lick his lower lip or the hardening bulge in his pants when you bent over to pick something up. Sometimes you did notice his staring but brushed it off as him being… well himself.
When Zandik gives 18 permission to use you (for an experiment of course — to see how much you could handle, what else would it be?), he goes wild. All those nights having to jerk off alone with a pair of your panties pumping his aching cock where he had to use his imagination. Imagining you on your knees, one hand gripping his balls and the other holding the shaft as you run your tongue from the tip to his balls and back up, or you on your hands and knees on his bed, back arched so deliciously that your ass is enhanced even more. Oh yeah, he was gonna devour you.
His movements are definitely rushed. Poor baby doesn’t know what he’s doing. His grabbing at your breasts quite roughly and sucking so much. Your entire neck is covered with adoring bites. When he goes down on you, he can hardly contain his excitement. At first he gives experimental kitten licks on your clit, red hues gazing up from blue eyelashes as if waiting for your approval. Your soft moans is all he needs before he eats you like you are his last meal.
He hooks your thighs over his shoulders with a firm grip to keep you from moving. His tongue moves frantically, from your clit and down your folds before slipping inside your cunt, moaning against your pussy. He’s so messy but it feels so good !! He replaces his tongue with two fingers and pumps in and out and attacks your clit, sucking and nibbling just enough and loves how you writhe from his touch alone. It makes him feel proud and he wishes the other segments can see this act.
He’s so desperate it’s almost pathetic. His hips grind against the mattress in a weak attempt to pleasure himself and small whimpers emit from his lips. His moans alone as he devours you is enough to send you over the edge.
When it comes to the official act and he finally gets what he’s been longing for, he almost finished on the spot. Choked gasps leave his pretty mouth as he stares down at you in almost disbelief. He can hardy contain himself at this point. Your cunt squeezes around him graciously and continues to swallow him until he bottoms out, his flesh against yours. A small “Zandik” leaves your lips and its enough for him.
His thrusts are fast pace, his hands are roaming everywhere on your body, from circling your overstimulated clit that causes you to cry underneath him, to your breasts where he rolls the mounds between his fingers, to your neck where slender fingers grip the sides in attempt to cut off some air.
Your pussy is so warm and welcoming, as if you were designed perfectly just for his cock, a complete opposite of his hand and a spare panties that barely had your scent on them. You just take him so well and he lets you know how much of a good girl you are, and oh don’t forget he thinks you’re the prettiest woman he has ever seen in his life, especially when you’re begging for him to fuck into you harder. Despite being inexperienced and fast with his movements, he will make sure he tastes every inch of you before its the next segments turn.
25
Probably the most stuck up one besides Omega. In fact, he was probably the meanest one who thought he knew everything. This was the stage of Zandik’s life after being expelled from the Akademiya and pursuing other research with the Fatui, so it would make sense in some twisted way that he was mean and stuck up.
Unlike 18, this segment was more sneaky with his gestures. You’d often come and help inside the lab with the other segments or Zandik and 25 would be incredibly jealous. If you were beside him, he might accidentally knock over vials near you, and of course he would immediately blame you for being so careless and stupid, he’s just so mean to you. But as planned, you’d get on your hands and knees to clean it and would never notice the way this segment would stare you down.
Like 18, he would desperately jerk off but this time to the thought of you crying and it turned him on so much. He wondered if you would cry from physical pain or emotional pain (which he could do both) and that would make his desire for you grow. Sometimes he would sneak into your room when you are sleeping and just watch. He wanted nothing more than to strap you down and use you there but even he knew his limits with Zandik around.
After 18 had his fun with you and it was 25’s turn, you were definitely in for some form of torture (or pleasure)
Instead of the comfortable setting in 18’s room, this segment takes you to the lab as if you were his patient. At first he does a general assessment but don’t mind his wandering hands in between your thighs that graze against your cunt and flick at your clothed clit. The doctor is working of course ;)
He definitely loves to tie you down to the table completely naked. It’s so humiliating to be the only one nude while he is still dressed, but the way he looks at you behind glasses is enough to slightly wash away that shame.
At first he teases you. He blows hot air on your pussy and watches you squeeze around nothing. “Wow, you’re practically begging for me already and I haven’t done anything. Aren’t you a slut?”
He looms over you and leaves so many marks on your skin, sometimes even drawing blood but would lick it clean as some sort of apology. He’d stare at you and lick his lower lip to wipe off the little but of blood.
Besides his fingers, his scalpel is probably his tool of choice when playing with you. The sharp tip drags ever so slowly against your skin and the coolness of the blade causes your breath to hitch. Excitement or fear, you weren’t sure what you were feeling. Occasionally he might accidentally dig in ever so slightly to see the beautiful crimson color you produce and enjoys the face of pain you make. But don’t worry, the doctor will make you feel all better !!
Whenever he was satisfied from examining you, he fucks you without care. This segment really only cares for his own pleasure and doesn’t care about yours. He could go about his day even if you didn’t finish. He just wanted to use you to his heart’s desire.
He still remains fully clothed while fucking you. This gives him some sort of ego boost, that he was the one in charge and you were just something below him (figuratively and literally). He taunts you and degrades you and his hands are quite rough. You cry and tell him its too much, but oh dear you really shouldn’t disrupt the doctor while he’s at work. He stuffs two fingers in your mouth, practically almost all the way until he touches the back of your throat and you gag. 25 fucks you like the whore he calls you. He’s just so mean but you can’t deny the amount of pleasure flowing through your veins.
“It’s not exactly a secret—” well, at least not anymore… [Qin Shi Huang x Reader]
Summary: You might not be in trouble but oh are you in for it. Your lie isn’t the only thing that’ll get messy…
Warnings: SMUT, of the filthiest kind my word😭, I’m sorry, also this is long, I ran my vibrator out of batteries with this one, cursing, fem!reader disguised as male, misgendering, anxiety mentions, intimidation, painful realities women face, some manhandling, you like it tho don’t worry, Qin Shi finds out ur actually a baddie and gains like + 100 rizz, petnames, “baby” “pretty girl” “sweetness”, bath s*x, unprotected too, oral (f.rec), he’s HIGHKEY a pǔssybully, dacryphilia, multiple ✪rgasms, size k|nk, size difference, kissing, looottts of kissing, nobody here has self control, whoops, he’s got the fattest of fat coc—, he’s so nasty about fucking you through your spine for some reason hmm how odd :/, choking, biting, creampies, dirty talk, they really go at it, fainting, everything is consensual, kinda rough but everyone is having a very good time I assure you :), squ!rting screaming creaming and more we’ve got it all at the hardware store 😂
A/N-> this is a continuation of the end of part 2 so go read that. English is not my first language and enjoy.
My cuties ^///^ -> @kainnnee + @thulhu ♡꙳°✿
‘Attractive’ wasn’t enough to describe him.
His eyes are black with hazy light pupils but somehow they seem to have a gleam about them, the centipede tattoo runs down his cheek stopping next to a deliciously pink mouth. Pinching your lips in, you gulp— keeping your eyes on anything else but his broad shoulders and handsome face framed by short eyebrows.
Fuck, he’s so built. Need that, really.
“And not a moment too soon I see”, he continues, trailing his gaze over your form. “Undress and get in. You look unwell but I believe this should help.” He raises an eyebrow as the fidgeting on your feet becomes incessant. It’s something you do a lot when it’s just the two of you he’s noticed. The corner of his mouth tilts up as he watches your toes take turns covering each other.
How curious.
Your hair is still tied behind you in the low bun you always wear, shoulders slightly hunched in your baggy clothes. Being fed steadily along with the others in the year you’ve been with him, he’d hoped you would gain some muscle or weight but you don’t seem to. Maybe it’s connected to the stress caused by your former peers? Either way as one of his favorites he’d like very much to help you feel better. Smiling in what he means to be comfort, Qin Shi gestures to your clothing.
You hesitate— moving to step back before a large hand wraps around your ankle, lightening fast as he holds you in place.
“I-i..”, you stammer, acutely aware of the heat from his wet hand bleeding through your skin.
“I can’t…” You finish lamely and he huffs mainly in confusion but also annoyance. He’s trying to help so why must you fight him at every turn of it?
“And why not?”
It’s straightforward— not something you can talk your way around and fuck if it doesn’t make you sweat. For once you wish his blindfold was on as his eyes bore into yours even as they actively avoid him.
You’ve been acting strange…why? He’s been suspicious at times but now he’s sure. There’s more you’ve been leaving out, the question is what?
Without so much more as a warning than the sound of suddenly disturbed water, Qin Shi hoists himself out of the bath to stand before you completely naked— water dripping generously from every thick, delicious muscled curve. Gasping, you try to step back but a thick arm shoots out, hand closing around your shirt in a tight fist, dragging your face close to his.
“What are you hiding, boy?”
He growls against your face, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Qin Shi watches your face drop— something like panic setting in as you gulp so hard you almost choke.
“N-nothing! My Lor-“,
“Bullshit.”
Your heart beats so fast and thudding that he can hear it. The words leave your mouth too quickly, furthering his suspicions. Dark eyes search your pretty face wildly for any hint of what it could be. He doesn’t believe you to be a threat but he doesn’t believe in taking unnecessary risks with just the two of you— mind racing from least to worse scenarios for your secrecy. And he so irritated for some reason though he’s not entirely sure it’s all on you. At this point he’s prepared for pretty much anything.
“It’s a bath— take your clothes off.” You shouldn’t be— especially with him being so rough but that’s precisely why you are.
Wet.
You can’t help it. Briefly you wonder how different things would be if you told the truth from the start. Would you be where you are right now? Would he treat you gentler? You find that you don’t want him to. A firm hand suited him too well.
Apparently, you take too long— a stark contrast to your usually instant initiative. Leaning down so his nose almost touches yours, the gesture is meant to be intimidating but all you can think is how good he smells and looks even better. It’s hard to focus with him so close and you slowly shake your head.
“Um…I- forgive me my lord”, you squeeze your eyes shut. Bracing for impact, “but no. I truly cannot.”
“Oh?” He scoffs, minutely indulging you, “But I wasn’t asking.”
“B-but”, you try feebly, “but why?” For a second he’s caught off guard by how cute you sound.
“You’ve piqued my curiosity,” your heart stops at that. “Whatever it is, I’d very much like to know. Besides, keeping secrets from your Lord just won’t do.”
“I’m…shy?” You can’t help but try one more time— one last ditch attempt to dodge the hangman.
He’s quiet for a beat, thoroughly looking you over with an expression you can’t read before stepping back…
and pushing you into the water.
Gracelessly you fall into the hot bath, flailing around until you resurface. You could swim but that wasn’t your main concern— your clothes are sticking to you. Your eyes blink the water away furiously as you wade to the edge like a wet cat. Hoisting yourself up, you jump only to feel your pants be yanked down as soon as you hop up, pulled clean off you.
Immediately you try to drop back into the water but muscled arms hook under your ass and push you back up. With a speed to rival his own, you slam your legs shut. You even go so far as to cross them at your calves, effectively blocking his view.
Is this the big secret? You weren’t a eunuch? Still, he’s too curious to just go off his own assumption. He needs to hear it from you,
“Open.” Voice deep and stilling as he commands you. Looking at him with wide pleading eyes, you open your mouth to stutter out what he knows is another excuse or distraction but he cuts you off before you can even start.
“Now.” A thrum of heat pulses through you. The dominance in his order has you trembling, natural instincts begging you to just submit. Impressively enough, you don’t.
He’s out of patience.
Yanking you to the edge like he’s making to drag you back underwater, you flounder to catch yourself, unhooking your legs in the process.
You only realize your mistake when you feel him suddenly freeze. Hurriedly, you look down with a wince and certainly enough…
His eyes are locked right on your pussy.
Qin Shi blinks once, then twice— wordlessly hooking his arms around your thighs before you can hide again. Heart in your throat, it still manages to race out of control, making your voice shake.
“Please— I- I can explain”, you speak clearly now, he notes. Not that hoarse whisper you always seem to have and now he understands its reason. While lovely, your voice was undeniably that which belonged to a woman. Huffing out a weary sigh, he flicks his eyes off your snatch when it twitches at the feel of his breath and shakes his head. He said he was prepared for anything? How wrong he was.
“It”, you swallow, “It’s not exactly a secret—”,
Cutting off your appeals, he asks the first thing that came to mind when he saw your naked sex.
“What’s your name? Your real one.” Since the cat was out of the bag, you suppose there’s no need to hide it; whispering it to him so softly that the steam almost carries it away.
He repeats it, looking into your eyes as you nod before he continues— this time as a request.
“Can I? See the rest?” He doesn’t have to elaborate, you know what he means. Wriggling atop the warm limestone, you lift your waterlogged top off you; revealing your bound chest before undoing that too. Letting your breasts bounce to their natural state and immediately, it all begins to click.
You weren’t all stick and bones, the oversized clothing was to hide your shape, he realizes trailing his eyes from your now loose hair with you propped up by your elbows down your body. And what a shape you had— all soft and pretty.
He’s not mad which is good because that means your life is no longer in danger. But he still needs to know—
“Why did you lie?”
You sigh, the sound heavy with weight of your truth. “It was just safer.” His eyes widen as yours slip shut. “I needed work without the high chances of being kidnapped and sold.” Ah. The life of young women wasn’t exactly a relaxing or safe one. You just needed work. Work meant money and money meant food and housing but you lucked out. Working at the palace under the guise of a man meant you didn’t have to worry about any of that.
Qin Shi now knew of that painful reality.
Shaking his head again, he lets his forehead drop against your tummy— your startled squeak making him chuckle. All this excitement after an already draining day has him feeling more over it than usual.
“Sorry for being so rough with you earlier…”, his muffled apology vibrates your skin as warmth creeps up your body, pooling in your face.
“S’okay…”, your shy little reassurance has him giddy as he lifts his head, wading backwards further into the bath, offering his hand to you.
Trying to shrug off your embarrassment at being completely naked in front of The Emperor of all men, you take it, following him in. You knew your luck was shit but damn. Slipping into the water, you dip your body deeper, leaning your head back with a pleased sigh.
Amiable silence fills the space as you slowly relax, getting used to being who you are so openly while Qin Shi struggles to adjust. To the point where it’s hard to relax with the weight of his eyes on you as the puffs of your nipples peek through the water from you floating lazily on your back.
The hot water is absolute heaven on your aching body and the oils in it have you feeling oh so smooth as you let out another breathy sigh. You feel his movement by the rippling of the water as he wades closer to you. Breathing in some of the steam, you peek your eye open at him.
“Is there something troubling you, my lord?” He shakes his head, flowing around you as he grins.
“Not at all, I just wasn’t expecting to have such lovely company tonight is all.” Both eyes pop open at that, hot cheeks dimple softly as you stifle a flattered giggle, glee rushing through you and you stop floating to face him. He called you lovely.
“Lord Qin-“,
“Ying Zheng,” he corrects you. If you were going to be a man who was actually a woman then you could use his birth name. It sounds just as sweet as he thought it would coming from a beauty like yourself.
“—are you flirting with me?” You try to keep your tone neutral, unaffected but you sound too tickled, voice light and teasing as you swim around each other. He hums in contemplation,
“Should I not? Are you wife to anyone?” He keeps his voice even, breezy while he waits eagerly for your answer. Much to his delight, you shake your head no.
His grin spreads into something that makes your thighs clench, excitement making you jittery as you tease, splashing him lightly before you go back to floating on your back.
“Any more questions?”
Qin Shi laughs, low and pleased in his throat, nodding slowly. “Actually I do..”, you make a sound for him to continue.
“Does anyone else know-“, you cut him off with a dry snort. “Absolutely not.” He hums again, eyeing you all over and his intensity makes you shiver, nipples hardening.
“So all this time I should’ve been calling you pretty girl, no?” You’re positive that your flush has spread all the way down to your chest, not expecting him to be such a sweet talker.
“You could— but then you’d give me away.”
“Ahh. Then only when it’s just us two…”, his low voice trails off as you give a delayed hum not even surprised that you weren’t fired.
What an interesting night this was turning out to be.
Tapping your thigh from beneath the water, Qin Shi pulls you to stand before answering your confused look.
“I still need to check you over— see to your wellbeing and all that, remember?” Your heart skips a beat. Fuck, you forgot about that and the circumstances now compared to when he said it are completely different. Still, you can’t help the anticipation that wells up inside your chest.
Wading backwards, Qin Shi follows; helping you hoist yourself up on the warm stone, eyes following every drop of water running down your curves. Bringing your knees in and out the water, you go to stand up when he stops you with a hand around your calf.
“No need to strain yourself, I can check juuust fine from here.”
He’s eye level with your pussy and you both know that. You stifle a shiver, remembering how his breath felt against your exposed pussy.
Taking your silence as hesitation, he comforts you by massaging your legs— rubbing up and down your soft skin warmed by the heat of the water. “Is that okay, pretty girl?”
Fuck yes.
You nod vigorously, gasping at the bolt of electricity to your core as he firmly kneads up your calves to your thighs, asking here and there if anything hurt.
The pressure of his large hands feels so good that you feel yourself slip, moaning weakly as you point to your knee. “..hurts there.” The discolored bruising from all the times you caught yourself after being pushed by your childish peers. Poor girl. Cooing softly, he hooks his hands under your knees— making you lie flat on your back as he brings one to his mouth, kissing the skin tenderly before laving his tongue across.
You jolt, hand flying up to cover your mouth from what you don’t doubt to be a whorishly desperate moan as he does the same to your other knee before sucking hot kisses up your inner thighs. Defined jaw working hard while he slurps at the hypersensitive skin next to your drooling cunt.
Now, in his defense, Qin Shi really did plan on holding back it’s just… he’s always had a strong preference to you. It’s why he kept you so close. You were competent and funny and soothing— pretty too and he was more than content just keeping you around as he wasn’t sure a relationship would be suitable with a man since he was expected to produce heirs but now? He wants to keep you under him, full of him, dripping off him and whatever else.
Spreading your thighs even further, he takes his time kissing everywhere around your folds. You’re so sensitive the anticipation makes you restless, squirming as you switch between looking down at him and the sparkling ceiling. Looking up your soft stomach to the swells of your chest, Qin Shi wonders how the hell he could’ve missed it.
Your breathy sigh bursts into a sharp moan as he lets his tongue fall out, lapping a firm strip through your wet pussy lips. The muscle hot and greedy as it laps from your slippery hole up to your throbbing clit. Qin Shi groans deep in his chest at your taste, so gushy that each time he licks his palette is replaced by another wave of your honeyed slick as you cry for him.
Seriously, how the fuck could he have missed it?
Your keening voice makes his blood simmer, sharp and restless under his skin making him hungrier with each dulcet whine from your pretty mouth. The cute nub at the top of you pulses erratically and he spits on it, making you gasp at the depravity of it before he’s slurping it into his mouth— scorching tongue stroking hard beneath the hood and your skin just about vibrates off your skeleton. White bursts behind your eyes, raw pleasure making them roll back into your skull, hips bucking wildly while you scream.
Fuck.
His cock throbs in response to you, hooking his beefy arms around your thighs to still you. The sounds of him sucking you off are obscene at this point— wet and messy as he hums; popping off your overworked clit to fuck you with his tongue.
Your chest caves from how hard you gasp, hands shooting down to pull at the wet strands of his hair, struggling with everything in you not to break under the spine tingling pleasure.
He’s in his own little world as he drinks in your pussy like it really was the last thing he would taste, curling the thick muscle against your walls— mouth suctioned over the entirety of your cunt as his tongue puts you through hell with every delicious ‘schlick’.
“O-Oh god-!”
Mmm, he’s preening at that. You’re so sweet, calling out to him— your god. Hiccuping wails turn into bleating sobs as you undulate your hips into his face, big hands sliding underneath your ass to help you fuck yourself on his mouth.
The air is heavy not just from the steam but the suffocating heat of your shared desperation. Your sweetness making him a little insane as he curves his thrusting tongue towards your bellybutton, slick thumb coming up to roll your clit in mean, thorough circles…
You go slack, head and body dropping against the ground as you cum violently.
Qin Shi moans at the first spurt of cream from your cunt, doubling down to pull you through every debilitating wave of ecstasy; slurping filthily as your release floods his mouth— coating his lips and tastebuds.
When he finally decides to pulls his mouth off you, you’re boneless. Staring listlessly up at the ceiling as you try to catch your breath through the cotton filling your ears.
You never came that hard in your life— not even from your own hand and maybe that’s a good thing because you’re positive you pulled something. Qin Shi kisses up your body, burying his face in your neck as he sucks his marks onto your skin; sharp canines tracing the area before he’s licking up your jawline. Ravenous and primal which is exactly how he kisses you.
His mouth is wicked as your tastes mix together. You’re warm, and so soft. The plush skin of your lips impossibly tender under his mouth and he growls, forcing himself to pull away before he really loses it.
The sound your lips make when they part is luscious and full, stirring heavily at that ignited something in his core but gods the way you look at him… rushing back to your mouth is all he can do— sucking your bottom lip between his and you make that needy little noise dragging his most primal instincts to the surface.
Groaning raw with the promise to ruin you, he coaxes your head to the side so he can kiss you deeper, taste you deeper.
Even though he already did but he needs more.
He can’t get on top of you fast enough.
Deliriously he swears that he must be drunk, must be high— moving his head to the rhythm of your languidly deepening kisses like a man hypnotized. But stars above, he can’t stop, he just can’t. The air is so hot as your kisses grow thick and sticky and so goddamn needy. The rise and fall of your chests quickens as your lips become wetter and raw. Your fingers tighten in his hair, triggering a hail of shivers along his neck. There’s no time to choke his soft groan and so you take it for yourself with hot suck to the corner of his mouth.
Hissing, Qin Shi presses the contours of his beefy muscles flush against you, feeling your softness yield to his hardness as he chases your tongue with his own. A hungry hand squeezes at your ass, making you squeal in delight. He can taste you even better now, savoring the sweetness on your tongue.
You absolutely overwhelm his system with your nails against his scalp, your other hand grabbing and caressing all over him as you thoroughly enjoy his body— your own writhing one pressed to his. The enthusiasm you return with each simmering kiss is fucking him up in the best ways, your noises melting like candy in his mouth.
So, when you slip your hand between your bodies, taking his girthy length in your hand as you position it at your entrance— he doesn’t hesitate to thrust right in, pulling away so he can watch your face melt in pleasure.
He’s big. Dizzyingly so.
You go a bit brainless at the full stretch of him stuffed snug up your dripping pussy, brows drawing together as your jaw drops, a weak punched out moan escaping your lips; staring dead in his face. He cooes at you, at the dazed little look in your blown pupils— sliding out then thrusting back in with a wet slop. Setting a back arching pace.
“Feelin’ good, baby?”
You nod slowly, cunt tightening around him at the sound of his voice. It’s like you’re blissed out all over— moaning prettily as he starts to speed up now that he knows his size isn’t causing you any pain. The way he rolls his hips as he fucks into you has you feeling feverish from the inside out.
He doesn’t even need to actually try to hit those spots in you that make your toes point because he’s just that big. Fucking you so good and so full as the fat head of his cock smacks against your g spot in hot, leaky kisses.
The room fills with the lewd sound of your coupling and distantly you’re grateful for the fact that nights are specifically reserved for his private baths because if anyone were to walk by the door— the evidence would be damning. Jostling your body with every harsh thrust as he fucks you right out of your mind. You cry his name and his eyes roll back at the want in it, moaning down at you.
“Yesss”, he hisses around the concentrating heat curling in his gut while he rearranges yours, “Know it feels reeaaal good…so wet f’me, pretty..” and you were— dripping all over his balls every time he buried himself in your syrupy cunt.
Unable to take any more of your tits bouncing in his face, Qin Shi cups the fat of your chest, squeezing them together and bringing his head down as he sucks both your nipples into his mouth. Back arching, you wail, raking your nails down his incredibly built back but the sting only pushes him more; tongue swirling around the stiff peaks in his sloppy mouth before he bites down on the puffy nubs.
“N-nghh! Fuucck!”
The sound of him inside of you changes— sounding a little less wet and a lot more creamy. It makes his spine tingle, teething off your nipples to look down.
White rings cling to his cock with every deep slam into your pussy and the sight knocks the air out of his chest as he’s abruptly flung closer to orgasm. He can’t cum though because he needs you to cum first. His pretty, clever girl.
Drooling, you’re totally useless to the way he folds you, hands sliding down his back to grab his ass while he’s railing you stupid with how the angle puts him even deeper.
Ruthlessly fucking you through the stretch with everything he’s got, he brings a hand down to strum your twitching clit until that burning chasm in your stomach sucks you in crushing you in the pressure and intensity of your brutal orgasm.
So overstimulated, you sob through it and that combined with the way your wet cunt sucks his cock— hurtles Qin Shi off to his end as he flounders to hold onto something to ground himself in the storm of euphoria. Blindly, his hand clamps around your windpipe in a tight grip.
Choking, your pussy gets even tighter from the sudden cut of airflow, sharp arousal prolonging your high as you get fucked through both your orgasms. Grappling at his thick arm, you squirm— trying to fight the pressure that’s right there but one last hump to your clit as he empties himself in you and you erupt.
Liquid bliss jets out against his lower abs with surprising force as you cum until you black out, jaw going slack as your eyes roll back, tears streaming down your face.
“Thaaat’s it, sweetness… lemme have it..”
Groaning throatily, he watches the erotic display lodged deep in your overstuffed pussy, rolling against you until the stream eventually stops.
Kissing softly at your cheeks, he cradles your unconscious body gently as he slowly slips out of you.
Taking a deep breath, he tries to settle his heart from all the adrenaline pumping while he busies himself by guiding you back in the water, laying your back to his chest, your lower half floating in the water as he wades you both through the large space.
He hasn’t felt this good in a while. Relaxed and tingling, he presses a soft kiss to your cheek, tightening his arm around you, mind full of all the precautions you two would now have to take. You didn’t want anyone else to know you’re a woman and he’s more than okay with respecting your wishes. Also, he knows he’ll have to at least try to treat you the same for appearance’s sake but he already sees the list of rules you two are bound to stay breaking.
Eventually, consciousness returns to you in a dawn of lights. Blinking blearily, you feel lips press into your cheek and you snuggle deeper against the firm body holding yours in the heated water with a pleased sigh.
Qin Shi smiles at your contentedness, leaning down to kiss you again because he can’t help himself.
“How do you feel? Sore at all?”
His worry is sweet. You don’t hurt anywhere right now but you’ll definitely feel it in the morning, more than anything though you’re tired. Being put through the floor will do that to a girl.
Smiling softly, you shake your head, closing your eyes as you let him shift you through the water. You’re almost too relaxed— suddenly remembering something and your eyes pop open, gasping as you grasp his biceps.
“I need to get back to my room! I’ll be late for roll call in the morn—“, your panic is cut off by the face lovingly nosing up your throat.
“Nonsense. You’re staying with me tonight”, he whispers like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
You’d argue, really— it’s just you’re so tired and it’s such bliss finally being in the arms of someone that you’ve had your eye on that you find yourself shrugging.
Tilting your head back onto his broad shoulders, you give into his distracting kisses with a breathy hum.
“I guess I can, if you say it’s fine…”
“Mhmm”, he hums, audibly occupied by the luscious feel of you and you whine for his more focused attention.
“You— ah! You just can’t keep me up all night, okay?” Since you still had duties to attend to in the morning and all day after which he should know considering half of those duties involved him.
But it seems luck won’t stay on your side when he cups your chest, rolling your nipples with a hot lick up your ear.
Thinking about subby cloud who lets you do anything to him. No matter how filthy it is. Only whining in protest.
Ontop of him. Body’s molding,clothes still on. Blonde locs stuck to his forehead as you rubbed yourself against his painful hard on. Not giving him fully what he wanted.
Your hands everywhere. One on his chest and another sliding up his shirt. Lips working on his pretty pale neck leaving bright hickeys.
His pretty mako eyes squeezing shut as he tried holding in a small sound. Hips involuntarily bucking into yours.
“Please…” he begged you opening his slightly watery eyes. Not even knowing what he was begging for.
“What do you want cloud?” You said as you pulled back looking at him. Playing coy.
“You know what…” he softly grumbled ever so slightly stubborn. As always. But you only grinned palming his crotch making him grunt.
“Here?” You asked undoing his zipper letting his length spring free.
“Y-yes….” He said already panting. His head rolling back as you grasped his cock in your hand. Tip leaking,flushed angry and red as it jumped in your hand.
Cloud whined as you gave him agonizingly slow strokes. your fingers lifting jerking him off with only your thumb and pointer. And it made his head spin.
“Faster..” he begged. You only cooed at him keeping that same slow pace.
“Relax..we have allllll the time we need” you smiled.
imagining a touchstarved cloud who's entered a relationship, but doesn't know how to communicate what he wants from you, what he needs from you.
he does try, he hints and tries to make you understand his needs, but he simply can't do it, he's not used to it.
he doesn't know how to tell you that he wants to be selfish, that he wants you to touch and love him.
once you finally caught onto his silent plea you confided in him and offered to give him a hand. he cancelled his plans and cleared his schedule which lead to the two of you in his room, his back pressed against your chest as your hand slowly jerks him off.
his head lolls back, resting on your shoulders as your slick hands slowly stroke up and down his throbbing cock. he groans and twitches, shirt between his teeth as his eyes flutter shut.
his fingers grip onto your thighs, the sounds of his wet clock slipping through your palms sinful. he arches his back whilst eyebrows furrow at the feeling of your lips pressing against his ear.
"look at you..fuck."
he lets a small whine leave his plush lips, pink and raw from biting it whilst your other hand trickles down to the leaking tip of his dick.
your hands swirl around the tip, fisting over the top before dragging down. you coo in his ear, your spare hand trailing down his chest and under his shirt, your thumb finding and rubbing against his pert nipple which evokes a groan out of his mouth.
"you're such a good boy hm."
he writhes, cock twitching in your hand as he ruts his cock against your hand, eyes shut tight as he chases his high. his hand grips your thigh again at the feeling of his core tightening up.
your hand leaves his chest, cupping his balls as you jerk him off quicker, your lips kissing down his neck as he loses himself at the feeling of your wet hands.
his hips move faster, the curses leaving his mouth getting faster and faster, climbing octaves before his body shudders. he cums into your hand, his thick cum dripping off his cock and onto his stomach as he struggles to catch his breath.
his breath hitches, hair stuck to his forehead as he babbles out,
"'m gonna cum c 'm gonna fucking cum baby—"
he looks down at your hand, face flushed as he lets out a quiet "fuck" before throwing his head back against your shoulder.
hiss cock twitches up brushing against his stomach, his eyes flutter open as your palm brushes past his tip, where a small flow of precum dribbles out.
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im genuinely so freaked and geeked out over lohen these past few weeks ever since he came out as an npc and he's finally gonna be playable soon... i have so much shit that im thinking about when it comes to him that its not even funny anymore
i bet lohen's into getting tied up and used by you like some pathetic, whiny bottom you think he is until he skillfully undoes the (very pathetic) knots you created. he's practically pounced on you already by the time he undid the last knot, pinning you down with some huge, sadistic grin on his face and maybe even grabbing his blade from who knows where to slowly tease you and make you squirm. i mean, hey, maybe lohen even fucks you hard with its handle, only to coo mockingly at you and call you pathetic.
"aww, look who's crying now. naughty, naughty little bunny. go on, cum on my blade like the dirty little animal you are." you bit down on his shoulder hard to muffle a moan and he let out a hiss followed by a small groan. god he was so fucking hot, all messed up with that slightly crazed expression on his face. "hngh... a-are you done yet...?" you whined, hearing his signature slightly crazy laughter.
"done? oh, we've barely gotten started."
oh, you can't take it anymore? don't worry, he'll overstim you until you cry for mercy. and even then, he wont stop until he's really got you spent.
Primal play with Toby, you're hiding in a closet as he looks around the house for you. You hear his shoes heavy against the floorboards, he's softly calling out to you, to show yourself. "Honeyy... I-if you come o-out I'll be gentle..." You knew damn well that was a lie, the second he found you he'd be manhandling you into whatever position he wanted. You hear him walk into another room, and you quietly push the closet door open and full on sprint to the back door. You're jiggling the handle, making a lot of noise, the doors locked. Then you hear footsteps, heavy and coming straight for you. "F-found youuu!!" He cooed as he entered the kitchen. You braced yourself just in time as his arms wrapped around you, picking you up bridal style so he could take you to the living room. He tossed you on the couch, his hands feeling you up instantly. You moaned as his fingers brushes over your breasts, that hot him excited. He impatiently tore your clothes off, your favorite shirt being torn to shreds so he could worship your boobs. "took a w-while to find y-you.. t-time for my well deserved reward."
Tamsy is unforgiving, especially in bed. He convinces himself that he wouldnt want you to act like a brat around him, but deep inside is a gnawing feeling that he wants to make you regret all those actions. He’s a natural born brat tamer, wouldnt it be obvious? He lets you purposely lose yourself in public, and once he finally has you behind closed doors? He’ll make you regret those attitudes of yours.
petition to have Lohen overstim himself masturbating to the thought of you, smiling all dazed and feral, tears rolling down his cheeks, imagining himself as your submissive power bottom as he whimpers and whines pathetically over fucking himself stupid ramming into your cunt. maybe hes panting and begging and rambling mindlessly about the filthy things he wants you to do to him, all while shaking and covered in his own cum, yanking at his choker like a collar to restrict his airflow
Striding down the hall with an irritated expression Tamsy followed the sound of blaring rock music. You’d been with August all day assisting with a new supporter mock up he wanted to work on. That in itself was already irritating. If there’s one thing Tamsy can’t stand it’s the other loud blond’s insistence on monopolizing your time. Tamsy had requested this day off specifically to bask in your undivided attention so naturally he’s going to give the stylist a piece of his mind.
When he barges into the workshop however, the last thing he expected was for you to be splayed out on the workbench. August was working his hand in between your legs with fast and erratic movements. Your eyes are squeezed shut, your breaths are coming out labored, high pitched moans keep coming in between. The excitable man also has your shirt pulled up so your chest is fully exposed. Tamsy can see a mosaic of kiss marks littering your pretty skin which only serves to tick him off more.
Turning off the nearby radio and closing the door with a loud slam he watches the two of you startle. When your teary eyes shift to him at the door you offer a weak waive, clearly exhausted. August cuts in with his loud speaking voice. “Sup Tam-Tam! You came just in time! I was just testing how much sweat resistance this fabric has!” August grins in the other man’s direction, oblivious or uncaring of his sour mood. He watches August pull his fingers from you, making you whine as your building orgasm fizzles. Your back slumps against the sweat slick metal as you try to catch your breath. August has been at it for the better half of three hours, making you cum several times and all just to see how well the fabric whisks away sweat and other fluids.
“You’ve been hogging them, August.” Tamsy crosses his arms as he comes to the other’s side. The other man just grins like he usually would when finding something extremely entertaining.
“Oh yeah?! What are ya gonna do about it?!” His smug tone and daring eyes only dug his hole dealer with the more serious man. Tamsy was quick in his reaction, more than happy to put August in his place.
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“You just don’t know when to shut up do you?” Tamsy’s voice was low, authoritative. August could only whine and make intelligible noises around the thread ball in his mouth. After August got too bold in his teasing, Tamsy had no choice but to use Tokushin to keep him quiet. He also restricted August arms behind his back as well as using threads to secure his thighs flush with the workbench. He stood against it naked and hard, while you were strung up to the ceiling to keep you restrained but still movable. This allowed Tamsy to control your swaying and drive the energetic stylist absolutely nuts by bouncing you back and forth on his cock.
Each slow rock causing August to whine and groan because, while it felt good, he so desperately wanted to move and fuck you like he usually would. At his own rabbit-like pace. Unfortunately for him Tamsy was enjoying torturing him far too much.
“If you want something…” Tamsy whispers close to the other man’s ear. “You should really speak up.” August glared over his shoulder at the scarred man’s smug face. Straining against the threads only served to tighten them more. Tamsy laughed at his misfortune while curling his fingers around the threads securing you. He pulls at them harshly making your hips slam into the other man’s abruptly. You moan out at the quicker intrusion before sighing out Tamsy’s name, begging him to go easy on you.
“Sorry baby, maybe if August was being good you’d be getting fucked properly by now.” His tone is still mocking as he leans his cheek into August’s shoulder. In turn August made more noises hoping to argue with Tamsy’s words but it wasn’t understandable which made him even more frustrated. Tamsy in response just swayed you back and forth slowly, like before. Each slap of your skin to August’s making you moan low as you focus on the feeling of each slow glide of his cock on your insides.
Tamsy is patient unlike the two of you. He’s hard but he can still last a while before he has to deal with it. Right now he’s just enjoying watching the two of you squirm under his control. Every moan and every slick sound of sex is savored, helping him build tension until he can’t take it.
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“Cmon! Put it in already! You’re gonna make them cry!” August is only half kidding, if you wait any longer to finally be able to cum again you might actually start bawling.
“I’m gonna put the gag back on.” Tamsy snaps.
“Ha!” Is all August replies with but he does himself a favor by leaving it at that. After Tamsy finally let him go so they could make you feel good together he wasn’t eager to be restrained again. The position has changed, you’re also unbound and are now being propped up by August while Tamsy traces your entrance with his tip.
When he finally slips in you sigh at the relief and slowly rock your hips down into his. He thankfully doesn’t keep a slow pace. His hips snap into yours eagerly, hands helping you keep up while August lets you rest your back against his chest. The ladder watches closely as Tamsy’s dick disappears into you. He’s biting his lip and fisting his own cock along with each thrust. He couldn’t cum from the slow pace from earlier but now that he’s in control of his own stimulation he’s coming up on that peak fast.
Leaning into your neck he nips at the skin and trails open mouthed kisses along the already marked skin. The younger man has always been the kind to leave marks, Tamsy too, it’s one thing they can always agree on. Your thought is proven correct then you feel Tamsy’s nails digging crescents into your hips. The small bit of pain makes you keen as you stumble closer to your release. “Tamsy, August I’m gonna cum.” You whine out as you struggle to keep your words steady between quick moans. “Please! I-I’m so close!” Your voice devolves into rapid pleas as you close in on your orgasm.
August is happy to give you just what you need and brings his hand down to play with you while Tamsy thrusts even faster. August can even tell that Tamsy is getting close by the expression on his face and the way his breathing comes in fast shallow huffs. Being the giver he is, he also decides to help Tamsy out too. Leaning over you he pulls the other man into a kiss, pushing his tongue into Tamsy’s mouth easily. The overwhelming feeling of you clenching around him and loudly cursing as you fall over the edge distracts the older man and makes him submit to August’s lead in the kiss. His hips stutter as he also finally managed to reach his high, groaning into the kiss.
August leans out of the kiss after and shuffles back, guiding you onto your back again. He starts fisting his cock faster and harder as he replays each moment from the session in his head. Each moan, each blissed out expression. All August can do is let out a choked out moan as he cums in long spurts onto your chest. He thrusts into his hand lazily as he milks the last of it, dripping a bit on your neck and face as he finally finishes. Taking a moment to catch his breath he uses his thumb to wipe his release from your cheek. With an airy giggle he presses his thumb to his tongue with a heated look in his eye before winking at you.
Tamsy huffs as he leans back himself, he’d love to rest against you but now that August made a mess he isn’t so inclined. “You’re actually the worst.” He huffs, pushing his long hair behind his ear with a pout. August just hums smugly at the other man.
“You came when I kissed you. Admit it, you actually liked it huh?” Tamsy is half tempted to string August up naked in the workshop and leave him overnight. Instead he just scoffs and turns his face away. Watching him you notice the tinge of red that creeps up on his neck and tips of his ears. You’d laugh at how cute he’s being if your mind wasn’t still in the clouds.
“Be nice August.” You whisper tiredly as you rest your cheek on the loud man’s thigh. August giggles but relents and starts playing with your hair instead. “Tamsy you wanna cuddle in your room after we clean up?” You ask with half lidded eyes. Tamsy blinks back at you, lips upturning just faintly. Leaning in he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. When he pulls away he sighs dramatically. “I suppose the both of you can sleep in my bed tonight.” He’s really not fooling either of you but you’re content to let him believe he is.
(I hope I captured the black and orange cat energy okay lol I was struggling a bit! I feel like as opposed to an established romantic dynamic between Tamsy and August this plays out as more rivals but trust I sprinkled in the pre poly relationship vibes)
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A/n:i was brain storming ideas for a modern au so i came up with this mess while trying to cope if you know you know.
warnings:smut under the cut,afab!reader but no specific pronounce for the smut part
A/n,2: this is a mix of before and after the 6.6 update since i based it off of omega.also if this does well i might do more.
Minors do not interact
Even though Dottore works at a high paying job at a private clinic and being the head doctor there.You would expect him to have his own place to live like a grand gothic manor or some cottage with a hidden lab underneath it but no he lived in a normal appartment complex,spending his days by eating insta meals and drinking cups coffee while the whole place looked like an organized mess only he could navigate.He lived there for years,never having an issue with any of his past neighbour.He minded his business and they minded their's.Up until you showed up.
A young soul full of energy who decided to rent the apartment next to him.That's when all went down hill from there.You with your loud music and abnoxious parties that went all the way until the early morning.Keeping him awake through the whole night.Zandik already has insomnia barely getting 3 hours of sleep each day and having to live off of coffee to get him through the day and with the loud music it doesnt make it any better.
Not when the walls of his appartment tremored along with each beat of the music.He has scowld you before well it was more of a threat when he showed up at the door step of your apartment in the middle of the night.Even though he looked like a tired old man at the rapid age of 35,his red eyes stared into your very soul,making a chill run down your spine that kept you from partying for atleast a couple of days before the cycle continued.
Zandik is a very private person who values his privacy greately,you will barely be able to learn anything about how he feels or what hes doing in his life.So when you approached him trying to make some small talk like a good next door neighbour,he will straight up dismiss you with a simple word or if you keep presisting he will say something that will probably creep out the average person just to get you off his back.it will go something along the lines of ''today i replaced a patient's lungs''
This went on for months when all of a sudden there was no more loud music and parties,nothing only peace and quiet and you no where to be found.At first he didnt put too my energy to it,making jokes that maybe all the alcohol and drugs finally caught up to you.At the very least you were gone and he was glad to have his silence back.
one day though when he was returning after a late night shift.He found you crying outside your apartment,face hidden inside your palms unaware of the world around you.You havent noticed him yet and only doing so when you heard the clicking of his shoes.He marched closer to you and stopped right infront of you.His tall figure hidding the city lights,making you wipe your tears and act normal.
''locked yourself out of your own appartment? then again i did not expecting anything better from you''his tone is flat yet has a slight condecending edge to it,underminding your intelligence as he passed by you to reach his door.
''no i got evicted....today was the last day of the deadline to find a new place''your voice still quivering from all the crying you did,not seconds earlier.looking up at him defeated and putting on your best puppy dog eyes to convice him to be your saviour at least for tonight.Until you realize for someone who was a doctor he looked like he missed the prime component of what it takes to be one,empathy.He looked like you were nothing,his nose held up high as if he was a god amongst mortals,sure you did piss him off but never actually did anything bad to him to be treated so poorly.
''sooner or later it was going to happen.i do not know why you are so surprised.i did warn you out of the kindness of my own heart but you did not listen,did you?''he dismissed your predicament with simple words and move to enter his appartment.Taking the keys from his pocket and unlocking the door.His back was turned at you,leaving you to your own choices on how you were going to get out of this.
''Come in do not waste my time with anymore of your melodramatics''his voice snapping you back to reality,he stepped to the side,allowing you to enter his appartment.You waste no time running inside even if the man was surrounded by red flags,your desperation for survival got the best of you and ignored them.
''i am only letting you in because i do not want to see your organs in my clinic in the morning''he closed the door behind you and move to set the bag of groceries on the kitchen counter.
As soon as you stepped your foot inside,the strong smell of sanitizer hit your nostrils.His whole appartment smelled like your were in a hospital instead of a complex.
What followed was an hour long conversation between you and Zandik who set up some rules for the time being,you had to earn your stay to keep you in his house.The rules were simple while he was gone,you will be taking care of the appartment,that included cleaning and making all the meals.That also meant no more parties or loud music.if you wanted to listen to music there were only classical songs.He even made what seemed to be a small book for you to follow,describing everyday with its own unique routine to be performed including special days during the week.
Simple right? well not when it comes to Dottore.He wants everything to be at a specific places and angles.Everything in his appartment needs to be squicky clean to the point where it shines and most importantly he never wants you to touch his medical journals no matter where they were placed.
The only time you were allowed to touch them to some extend were when his coworkers came to pick them up,who they uncanningly looked exactly like him but in different stages of his life.You never dared to question him about them and prefered to mind your business even if your curiocity was killing you.
Even though you did what you were supposed to exactly as described ,he will always spot the imperfection,the mistakes that were made.Telling you with clinical presission where your errors in the process was but not without hearing an earful on ''how you could do it better next time'' accompanied by a threat of what will happen if your performance didnt meet his standards.
After he came back from work the first thing he checked were your cleaning skills.He will use two of his fingers and swiping them across surfices to check the dust volumes and have you clean the place again if he found any
His perfectionism about everything wasnt even the worst part of him.He will always use fancy words just to degrade your intelligence when you didnt know what they meant.
He grew to admire your courage for putting up with him and his constant demands towards you,no matter what challenge laid out for you.You were able to complete it.Because of this Zandik didnt expect you to stay with him for so long.He estimated that you would break within a week but then again you were probably holding on due to not having another place to stay.
He never failed to remind you that this arrangement was temporary until you were able to get on your feet again and stop leeching off of him but unfortunately for him,fate has a way of bringing people together and this arrangement he so much tried to ignore lasted for months.So much so that your presence started to grow on him,more than he wanted to admit.
He tried to remind himself the truth of the arrangement,that was only made out of convinience for the both of you but he increasingly grew more distructed in his every day life including his work.No matter how much he tried to push those thoughts away they always came back stronger.The image of you cooking and taking care of him.The way you looked at him waiting his approval with each bite of the meal he took.In truth he was afraid to admit that he didnt want to let you go.He wanted you to stay,he loved coming back to his home after a long tiring day and getting greeted by the smell of cooked food from his homeland.
Zandik only worsen from there when one day he came back exhausted his legs barely moving as he dragged himself inside.He plopped himself besides you on the couch and before he knew it he dozed off,his head falling on your shoulder.
Instictively you wrapped your arms around his frame and pulled him closer to you,your arms cradling his head against your chest.His own arms wrapped around your waist.First time in his life where he slept peacefully and his sleep lasted more than 3 hours.
when he woke up,he tried to play it off as a lapse in his judgement and tried to reassure you that it will never happen again.Its true,it never happen again but not in the traditional sense.
Zandik always had a hard time expressing himself and his constant yearning to be close to you didnt help either.He made excuses just to stand close to you when you cooked,leaning against the counter or sitting down on the table behind you,observing your movement quietly.
The only way he expresses his interest towards someone is by talking about his day at his clinic and all the bizzare cases he had.Even if you dont understand half of the methodology and words he says,its always nice to hear him talk about his interests.
To his luck you also grew quite close to him.At first his constant criticism about everything even life itself pissed you off.Who does he think he is? but you had to hold your tongue or else you would end up in the streets.Though as time passed on you have grown accustomed to his presence in your own weird way.It would be a blunt lie if you said that Zandik wasnt an interesting man and the topics he brought to the table for you to discuss together just to test you,opening parts of yourself to him without even realizing it and enlightening you in his own way.
His thoughts continued to spiral until they turned lustful catching himself fantasizing about your body,your lips,your cunt,your breasts.He yet again tried to knock these thoughts off his head.Telling himself to focus on his work as it was more important.He was no mere beast to fall for such base desires but deep down he knew he was just a man no matter how much he denied himself and seeing that you didnt recoil away from his touch,only spurred him on.
Zandik was never someone who had the need to masturbate but as it was already established,your presence has changed many things in his life that included his sex drive.He never masturbated inside your shared appartment,knowing you were there and he could get caught really easily but sometimes in the late nights you could hear him rut in his pillow,thinking its you instead of the soft cushion.Instead he prefered to do it at the privacy of his office at his clinic.Especially if the two you exchange playful bordering to teasing banter before he left for work.
He has been caught staring at you multiple times but always passed it off as one of his usual observation he so called.You would expect him to be staring at you,especially during summer due to all the skimpy clothing but no he stares at you more when you were fully clothed.He was a man that prefered to paint the picture with his mind than having it served to him.
You have done your fair share of staring too.Mostly in his forearms and hands.You feel like a victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time every time he roles up the sleeves of his shirts,all thoughts seem to vanish from your head and your ear plug no longer hearing to his words.As for his hands,you couldnt stop staring when he gesture while he talked to you.It has been more than one time where you have fantasized about how those slender fingers of his would feel inside you.
His praises were most addicting.Lets not touch on his degradation and how efficient they were on making you put more effort on what you were doing.When you first started doing your assigned tasks,you didnt really care about getting praised or degraded by him.The only thing that mattered to you was to keep the roof over your head by any means but some of his praises started to work on you,each time you completed his task to his liking of course,you waited for the word.At this point with how observant he is,he might have noticed the effect he has on you.
One peticular rough day where he came back home after having his ''coworkers'' make it their mission to spend their whole day arguing instead of doing actual their work.His gaze immediatelly falling on you, who were sitting on your usual spot watching TV.His self control already thin as a string finally snapped.
It was a blur on how it happened,one minute he was at the door locking it and the other he had you spread open on his couch.His face buried in your cunt as his tongue worked wonders on you.
Zandik's arms wrapped around your thighs,keeping them wide open for him to feast upon you to his heart content.Long gone was the stoic man you knew now replaced by someone who was completely pleasure hungry
Your hands gripping on the couch,holding on for dear life.Dragging your nails along the soft fabric.The background sound of the TV covered the wet noises that his tongue and your cunt were producing but it was not loud enough to completely cover your loud cries of pleasure that echoed through the whole appartment.You couldnt believe the man who supposedly hated your guts and wanted to kick you out of his home the first chance he got is the very same person who is eating you out right now.
Every one of your moans started to grow louder than the last one with each broad stroke of his tongue as it moved up and down along your labia.His long crooked nose hit your clit each time and sending jolts of pleasure down your spine.Your hips backing against his face.His name spilling like a prayer from your lips,you didnt care about formalities anymore it was too late for that now,not when his face was buried between your thighs and ate you like you were his last meal.
You look down and lock eyes with him.Those ruby calculating eyes were stripped off of their usual element and got replaced with pure lust,lost in the taste of you on his tongue.The man is a doctor and he knew how to use this advantage on biology very well,pressing all the right buttons that made you squirm under him and coaxing sounds out of your throat you didnt even know you could make.You were already grinding your cunt against his face and he hasnt even touched your clit yet.
He licked his way up from your hole to your clit,sucking on your folds here and there along the way.Now solely focusing on it,he flicked and swirled his tongue on the sensitive bud.Those soft lips of his,wrapping around and sucking on it gently.He unwraps one of his arms from your thigh,letting his hand trail down the soft skin of your inner thigh with feather light touch,trying to build the anticipation.The touch was simple and yet it made your stomach flutter.His hand continued its slow descend and finally reaching your cunt.
Zandik run his middle finger along your slit,coating it with your juices.He stopped right before your hole,pressing the tip of his finger gently,just enough to see if you were ready for him to push it inside you.Your body though had other plans,accepting it without too much protest.It was a natural reaction,your velvet walls trying to instictively pull him deeper and deeper.
He starts to pump the single digit in and out of you at a slow pace.Your fingers gripping onto the plush couch tighter until they turned white.The combination of him sucking your clit non stop and the tip of his finger getting angled in such way where it brushed your g-spot each time he thrusted his finger,made you squirm uncontrollably,he was way too good from any lovers you had in the past and Zandik surpassing them by miles.
Your mind going blank and your body becoming a slave to the pleasure he was giving you.The movement of your hips hand no thought behind it,your body naturally chasing after the need to release.This became the perfect opportunity for him to enter his middle finger inside of you.He picked up the pace of his fingers into a franctic one.Your back arching when he scissored his fingers inside you.The movement of your hips matching the same speed of which he finger fucked you.
The knot in your stomach that has been long forming is ready to snap at any moment giving you what you are chasing after.It didnt took long and after a few pumps of his fingers,a loud cry signaled your climax.Your body shook violently when the knot snapped,your hips lifting before slumping back down when your climax washed over you whole.
He gentled his his touch just a bit to help you come down from such extreme release,your walls twitching from being overstimulated.eventually he pulled his fingers from inside you and his mouth let go of your clit with a loud pop.
He gets up from his position,reaching for some paper towels to wipe his chin and fingers that was stained by your juices.The gesture was casual as if he didnt gave you a mind shattering orgasm minutes ago and leaving you incapacitated as you try to recollect your thoughts of what just transpired.Zandik fixed up his clothes making himself presentable again,letting you all alone to dress back up while he went to the kitchen that was connected to the living room to make some tea and coffee for you and himself.He gave you a day off from your task as eating you out wasnt the only thing he had on his mind.
