ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

It has been weeks since you have last seen your boyfriend. Vil was so busy with filming his new movie that he was barely home anymore. It's not easy being far away from him, and so, to combat this loneliness, you have begun taking videos of your routines. Making breakfast, doing your makeup, cleaning your home, and honestly just anything to keep yourself occupied.

Tonight was the same—a phone perched in front of you as you began to do your nightly routine. You made sure to not neglect the routine Vil has carefully put together for you even when he's not around.

You weren't particularly paying attention to your surroundings as you applied another thin layer of cream. It didn't even occur to you that a pair of hands has settled on your shoulders. “Good evening.” His silky voice startled you, turning your body to face him. Without thinking, your arms immediately reached for him, wrapping it around his neck as you pulled yourself up.

“You're back! Oh, I miss you so so much.” Your arms tightened around him, inhaling that softly sweet smell on his clothes. His arms circled around your waist, bringing you closer to him.

Words couldn't begin to describe how he has missed you as well. How he longed to have you in his arms again. It sounded dramatic—he was gone for a little over two months, and he felt restless during it. “I have missed you as well, darling. I apologize for taking my time to return.”

Your body moved to put some distance between the two of you before cupping his face and bringing it closer to yours. His lips touched yours, and all the loneliness you have felt melted away instantly. You should've been used to it. Vil had been gone for far longer before, and yet, something felt different during those two months. Having his warmth against you felt foreign now; however, it didn't stop you from kissing him deeper.

He was just as eager as you—his arms tightening around your waist to carry you and bring you to your shared bed. His lips never once left yours, not when he was pushing the pillows off the bed, not when he was hastily removing your pajamas. Vil has waited for far too long to even think of breaking away from your lips.

You were the same, one hand hurrying to unbutton his shirt while the other was busy removing the belt of his pants. The sweet moment of your reunion now turned into something more passionate and needy.

“Still stunning …” He whispered, fingers gliding down your bare stomach. Vil didn't even need to look to know how beautiful you were—touch alone was enough. His kisses now are scattered across your neck down to your hips before stopping on your thighs. He leaned back, spreading your legs open to take in the view. “You must've been so lonely."

If you weren't so dazed, you would've caught the mocking tone of his words. Of course you were lonely; it wasn't the same when he was doing everything for you. You reached for his hand, guiding it to your core to silently plead for what you want. A low, amused chuckle escaped his lips as he lowered himself to your dripping cunt, blowing on it to tease you.

“I don't like that. Use your words.”

He gave your thigh a light smack, reminding you of the things he wanted from you during sex. A loud exhale left your chest, hands gripping the sheets in anticipation. “I need you, Vil… Touch me—hands, tongue, fuck, even your cock!”

“Such a filthy mouth for a beautiful woman.” Despite it, he happily let his tongue drag along your wet folds, savoring your taste on his lips. Vil immediately hooked his hands under your thighs, hooking them over his shoulders and pressing himself closer to your pussy.

Your head threw back into the pillow, nails digging into the sheets as Vil devoured you. It has been so long since you last felt his tongue on you that you have forgotten how good he was. The loud wet sounds only fueled the burning desire inside you, thighs clamping tightly around his head to keep him there.

It wasn't a surprise that your release was approaching quickly—body arching off the bed as you whined and begged for him to bring you over the edge. However, that wasn't his goal for tonight. His hand landed another smack on your thigh, instantly making you release him. “Hn.. why? Come on, I was so close…” Your protests fell on deaf ears when Vil dragged you down and aligned himself to your entrance.

“I can do that again for you…”

Were his last words before slamming his hips against yours, driving his cock deep inside you. All the air in your lungs got knocked out, your hands immediately flying to grip the sheets to the point you might rip them. One hand wanted to reach for him—wanting to drag your sharp nails along his perfect back, but that wouldn't be good. Now wasn't the time to leave marks on his body.

His thrusts were brutal, pulling out completely before shoving his cock deeper until he was sure he was hitting your cervix. Fuck, he filled you so good and maybe even more than that. Sometimes you wonder how you can take something so big inside you. Weirdly enough, it's like he perfectly fits.

“Fu—! Slow do-down, pleas..!”

“You wanted to come, right, darling? I—mmph! I'm giving you what you w-wanted.”

After two months of not seeing each other, you forgot that Vil enjoyed teasing you, pushing you until you break. Fuck, you forgot how much you loved it.

Your hand reached to grip his wrist, trying to warn him about your impending climax. You couldn't trust yourself to speak anymore, whines and moans of his name being the only thing your mouth could produce.

Vil was quick to catch on and completely pull out, gaining him a small whine of protest from you. But before you could complain, he pulled you up and positioned you to face the vanity with your stomach lying down. Confusion hit you as you tried to make sense of what was happening.

He held you down as he got closer to your ear, giving it a soft kiss before whispering, “I'll be sure to thoroughly enjoy you…” His hands traced along your back before stopping on your ass, spreading it to give himself a view of your sopping cunt.

His eyes moved from your pussy back to your vanity, a small smile forming on his lips as he watched your expressions from your phone.

“After all, this is a memory we could always look back on.”

It's always a rollercoaster of an experience when you're with Jade—you just can't get a read on what he's thinking! It shouldn't have came as a surprise to you that he suggested to be on the receiving end this time around.

“If you're that worried, you may back out.” Jade's cool voice echoed in the empty bedroom, sounding extremely confident for someone who has a finger shoved inside him. You looked back up at him with a small pout as he dismissed your concerns yet again. For some reason, he was insistent that you use the strap-on he has gifted you for your anniversary.

Your fingers curled against his walls, catching him off guard before adding a second finger. “Hmph, as if you'd let me leave this room.” The fingers inside him thrusted deeper and then pressed down on that bundle of nerves. Jade gripped the sheets below him as his back arched up, whining dramatically as you focused solely on his prostate. Genuinely, what is his problem, acting like he was in some porno?

He reached for your hand, trying to get you to slow down. A sly smirk appeared on his lips—he must've had something else in mind in case things didn't go his way. “Ah, you truly kn—nghh! know me so well…” Jade shifted underneath you, forcing your fingers out of him before repositioninh himself onto all fours. You barely had time to react when he arched his back, spreading his legs and proudly showing off his ass. “I can always tie you up and let you watch me ride that toy of yours~”

Well, the merman really knew how to annoy you. With a sigh, you gave his ass a quick slap before adjusting yourself right in front of it. “Whatever, you won't enjoy it as much.” Your hands spread his cheeks apart before leaning in and giving it a soft lick.

You could feel Jade tense, his body dropping on the pillows as he felt the wet muscle. Seeing how positively he reacted, your actions grew eager, pushing your tongue into the tight ring of muscle before happily eating him out. His body has now failed to support him, his chest dropping onto the mattress while your hands kept his hips still.

Your hand slowly crept towards his neglected cock, giving it a few pumps before matching it to the pace of your tongue. The dual stimulation left him confused and overwhelmed. Jade didn't know where he should focus! His hips struggled to choose whether he should thrust into your hand or push your tongue deeper inside him.

By now, the merman was a panting mess. With just your hands and tongue, you were able to reduce him to such a state. His earlier confidence was now gone as he solely focused on the pleasure you were giving him.

Jade's movements became erratic, chasing your tongue and hand as he tried to reach his orgasm. Recently, he has been a brat and refused to tell you when he's about to come—claiming a surprise is always better. It annoyed you since you couldn't edge him, but it did come with a perk! Because of this attitude, you have learned how his body reacts whenever he's close. Although it wasn't always right…

Jade kept his lips pursed yet the way his body trembled was enough to tell you he was close. You let your thumb swipe over the tip of his cock before pressing down on it, effectively preventing his climax. He let out a quiet noise of protest, pushing his body to look at you. A quick kiss to his throbbing hole and you leaned back, sticking your tongue out just to annoy him.

Unfortunately, Jade isn't one to get pissed. He simply took your actions as another challenge. “Tired already?” He panted out, already reaching for a vibrator from your bedside drawer. You were quick to drag him back to you, spreading his legs to accommodate yourself.

“Nah, can't leave my pretty princess unsatisfied.”

Your words felt mocking and yet, he was unable to process it as you began to push the plastic cock inside him. Despite all the preparation you have done (plus the ones he did himself), he was still so fucking tight. Afterall that work, he was barely loose!

Jade wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you down into a searing kiss. He needs to distract himself, but he must admit, the burn from the stretch was only adding to his pleasure. And of course, you knew this was barely anything for him. You grabbed one of his legs and placed it over your shoulder and began to thrust into him. He didn't need to be fussed over—if anything, he liked it when you get rough with him.

There was no one who would ever go against Jade. To have someone treat him so roughly? Truly, it was just a fraction of his sick fantasies.

Jade broke away from the kiss when you angled your hips to hit his prostate directly and repeatedly. Your goal wasn't only to prolong this, but to also have him come as many times as you want.

“Hey, princess, you need to come for me…”

Your voice was far too steady for his liking. Jade was already slurring his words and here you were, demanding him with so much confidence. His hands reached for your back, leaving long bright red scratches on it. He may not be able to give you pleasure as of that moment, but he will leave his mark on you, one way or another.

“Mm, fuck! I-I won't orgasm just fr—mmph! from this…”

What a liar.

Jade wasn't slick either. Of course he won't buy an ordinary dildo. Your hands fumbled a little before finding that little button and pushed on it. Your hips buried the plastic cock deep and let the faux cum fill him up.

He wasn't even prepared for it at all. The feeling of the liquid gushing inside him triggered his own release, cum painting his stomach and some of it even landing on his chest. His body trembled at the aftershocks—letting the last few squirts of cum drip onto his skin. He laid exhausted and bewildered by your discovery.

You pulled out, watching his fake release drip down to the bedsheets. A low whistle left your lips at the sight, clearly proud of your work. “Jeez, didn't know you liked this kind of thing.”

“Mhm… Do try and get me pregnant next time.”

Riddle seriously did not know when this started. He can't pinpoint when he started feeling aroused whenever certain things happen.

Just the other day, you simply walked past him, and his body started to heat up! The familiar sweet smell that followed you had him pulling you to some empty classroom. Seriously, what was wrong with him?!

It doesn't even stop there. Whenever he would do his homework, he'd fidget uncomfortably. It was probably because you conditioned his body to anticipate pleasure after finishing his work—receiving all kinds of rewards for being such a hard-working boy.

And it so happened there was work due tomorrow. He has been at it for hours now! Riddle can't seem to finish it, his mind drifting to the ache between his legs. He has tried everything—jerking off, fingering himself; he even humped a pillow, but nothing was working!

His hands trembled as he reached for his phone, trying to dial your number while he continued to grind against his pillow. Fuck, why was your line busy?! He needs you now! Please pick up…

Just as he was about to cry out of frustration, he heard your voice. His body immediately straightening to beg for you.

“A-are you busy?” He was a coward. Riddle can't ask you out right to fuck him! It was improper…

“Just working on my essay. I'm almost finished, anyway. What's up?”

Sevens, you were so casual to the point that it was frustrating. He needed you to pin him down on the bed and use him however you wanted. Get the hint already!

“Mm, me too. I might n-need some assistance, however…”

Was it a lame excuse? Didn't matter. All that matters is that you come to his room now.

“Uh, yeah sure. Give me a moment.”

“Please hurry..!” Riddle immediately dropped the call, hoping you didn't hear the last part.

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You were already familiar with the dorm, easily finding your way towards his room. You knew to knock first before coming in; announcing your presence was a must to him. Although it surprised you that he didn't answer back. And so, you decided to just step inside—Riddle was probably too busy to even hear yo…

Oh.

That is… unexpected.

You didn't know Riddle had it in him to fuck a pillow? And he looks really good while doing it? Holy fuck???

He doesn't even realize you were there. He was mindlessly grinding on the pillow, muttering curses out of frustration. “You're having fun without me.” A playful pout was on your features as you walked towards him, arranging his chair to sit directly in front of him.

His movements stopped as he finally looked your way, his heart dropping at the sight of your smug attitude. “I… Please, I can't focus. I need release…” His whines filled the room, body arching towards you to tempt you to touch him.

“Mm, I want to watch you some more. If you impress me, I might help you.”

Riddle protested—you are the meanest person he has ever met! How could you force him to continue this torture?! Truly the worst person in this world!

Despite the boiling frustration, he obliged, moving his hips at a desperate pace. His head hung low, hands gripping the sheets below him and hoping this would please you enough.

“Riddle, look at me.”

His body obeyed immediately, head lifting up to meet your gaze. His cock twitched at the attention he was receiving—you were looking so intensely at him. He could practically feel your hands on him. His eyes rolled back at the thought of your touch, wanting it more than anything else.

“Please, I can't take it anymore! I—mmph! I need you…”

You could tell he was on the verge of tears. He must've been at this for hours now, poor thing. Well, you should reward him, right?

You stood up, pulling your pants and underwear down. “Come here, baby.” And come he did. Riddle almost stumbled as he made his way towards you, hugging you by your waist. Your arms wrapped his neck, pulling him towards your chest as you slightly adjusted your position.

“Can I? Please, been so good for you…” He barely did anything for you, but you'll let it slide for now. Your hand reached in between your bodies, aligning his cock to your entrance before letting it sink inside.

Riddle practically melted once he felt you clench around him, groaning on your chest before pressing kisses onto it. His arms around your waist tightened as he started to thrust up, eyes rolling back every time your cunt swallowed his cock.

It wasn't a secret that he was sensitive. It was easy to make the red rose tyrant come. Praise, a few simple touches—you can even just watch him, and he'll come! So it wasn't a surprise that he was already trembling and getting sloppy with his thrusts. Sigh, you must train his stamina next!

Your hands reached to cup his face, making him look directly into your eyes. “Wanna come, baby?” He loved when your voice gets so soft despite the situation. Riddle could only whine, forcing himself to not break eye contact with you.

Unfortunately, you captured his lips in a messy kiss, fingers tangling into his red hair to deepen it. His eyes rolled back to the point only white could be seen as his body convulsed. His hands gripped your ass, hoping to stabilize himself as he came inside you. It felt like forever until the last drop of cum was inside you. At this point, he was breathless, holding onto you for dear life.

His body slowly slumped towards the floor, utterly exhausted from that. You were right there, supporting him as he sat on the floor to regain his composure. “Thank you…” His eyes drifted to your thighs, his cum dripping.

Without thinking, Riddle pushed you down onto the carpeted floor and situated himself in between your thighs. However, you were quick to stop him, your hand gripping his hair to pull him away.

“Huh? But you always let m—”

“Uh uh, you haven't finished your essay, remember? Do that first and then you can eat me out.”

He was already someone who enjoyed doing his work, but this really gave him a boost of motivation!

It was the usual for the two of you—just hanging out in his room while he played his games. You weren't one for those online strategy games, finding them a hassle to play. Thankfully, Idia never pushed you to play!

It did, however, stir some sort of jealousy inside you while you watched him enjoy his time with some randos from the internet. Your eyes glared at him and then at his PC, wishing a blackout would happen so he could focus on you instead.

Focus only on you…

Oh!

Jeez, how could you forget how easy this man was for your touch?

“Idia.” You called out, testing the waters to see if he could hear you from those god-awful headphones. His eyes remained on the screen, spouting some nonsense to his teammates.

Slowly, you stood up and made your way towards him. Idia still hasn't noticed anything—not even when you were standing behind him. Your hands creeped to his shoulders, making him jolt and look for the culprit. “Wha—?!” Once he saw you, he tried questioning you but was only forced to look back on his screen.

Your hand kept him firmly in place as you crept to his side. You leaned closer, moving his headphones to the side to whisper in his ear. “Focus on your game.” How contradictory. You wanted his attention, and now, you're forcing him to ignore you?

Despite the nagging urge to look back at you, Idia gulped and shakily returned to playing. It was hard to focus. Your hands roamed his body, even going as far as sliding into the inside of his shirt. Idia had to suppress a whine, becoming all too aware of his unmuted mic.

Your actions grew bolder—sliding yourself in between his legs and pulling down his pants. Idia could feel your hands on his bare thighs, and yet he didn't look down. For some reason, his body followed your command. His eyes should not leave the screen until you told him to.

Idia sucked in a moan when your lips kissed his clothed erection. He could barely hold onto the mouse, his hands darting to hover over your head. Fuck, he shouldn't… He needs to focus on the game.

Your kisses grew insistent—mouthing the outline of his cock before sucking on it lightly. His hands kept going back and forth from his keyboard to your head, as if he were stopping himself from touching you. Idia was such a good boy. Perhaps you should reward him.

You shifted your body until you could sit comfortably on his lap, effectively blocking his view. Idia wanted to scream at you. Why were you doing this while he was in the middle of a game?! Not to mention, his mic was literally on! Whatever your reason was, he was going to get back at you after this.

He adjusted himself until his face was on your shoulder, his eyes still glued on the screen. You lifted yourself slightly, pulling his cock out as you rubbed it against your soaked panties. His eyes rolled back, biting down on your shoulder to stop his whimpers. Idia has dreamt about this—getting his cock rubbed against your panties until he comes… but can you do it after the fucking game?!

Your free hand reached to move his headphone once again, giving his ear little nibbles and moaning quietly directly into it. You were seriously doing this on purpose. You knew Idia couldn't keep his voice down. He can't even focus to turn off his mic!

Finally, you pushed your panties aside and slowly sank down on his cock. Idia's body stilled as he bit down harder, tearing your skin and drawing blood. He can't be quiet; have some mercy on him. However, you stopped. You didn't move and just sat there. What the fuck was actually wrong with you?

Idia thrusts up, urging you to move even just a little. You ignored him, settling to nuzzle against his neck. He was going to lose it. You were so warm and tight, but it wasn't enough! You can't start something and give up halfway!

His fingers stilled on his keyboard, suddenly flexing before he losing his mind. All he wanted now was for you to move—to fuck him senseless while his teammates listened in. He wanted them to hear just how good you make him feel, something they can never experience.

After much hesitation, Idia's hand settled on your back as he adjusted your position into something more comfortable. “Please… just fuck me already…” His quiet pleas almost made you listen to him. But no, you had a vision.

“Sheesh… They'll hear you.”

“I li-literally can't focus on anything but y-your pussy... come on, fucking mo—hng!—move!"

He whined louder, both arms now wrapped around you as he pleaded for you to move. Idia buried his face into your chest, his headphones now idly sitting on his head while he tried to fuck himself onto your cunt.

Your hand reached to pinch his nipple, a warning to get him to stop. “Ow! What the fu—”

“Your teammates are hearing how pathetic you are now. Do you really not care?” You harshly scolded him, twisting his nipple more to get your point across. Although all that did was make him moan louder. Idia has no shame. He was begging so loudly that you were the one embarrassed for him.

You quickly grabbed his face, forcing his mouth open and taking a hold of his tongue. “You were glued to this damn computer, and now, you're begging for me? Even if others hear you?!" Your face twisted in disgust before spitting directly into his mouth, making him shiver as he felt it slide onto his tongue.

Idia groaned as you let go of his tongue, hands settling on your hips. “I'll do anything! You can fuck me in t-the ass, choke me, to-torture my balls, fuck, I'll even let you use that sounding rod—just fuck me!”

Your grin grew wider as he listed the things you can do to him; it was practically a list of his own kinks. You won this time. You got his attention and even had the chance to humiliate him in front of those randos.

“You better not forget that, Idia.” You lifted your hips until the tip was barely in and slammed back down until you felt him hit your womb. The room was filled with moans and pleas as he finally focused on you.

Thank fuck he muted his mic before he lost his mind. He will NEVER be caught begging by anyone, trust.