#idia drabble

You flexed your well, his fingers, still not used to the long, slender digits. The low, almost rumble of his voice felt strange. “You get used to it. Mostly.”

“Easy for you to say! You’re not dealing with the phantom dick syndrome. I keep reaching for it and it’s just… gone. Replaced by… this…” He gestured vaguely at the space between his legs, a blush creeping across his face.

A slow, wicked grin spread across your face, an idea hit you.

“Hey” you said, your new voice dropping to a low, suggestive rumble. “You know what we should do?”

Idia eyed you suspiciously. “If you suggest we try on each other’s clothes, I’m out.”

“No. Something better.” You leaned forward, the motion feeling alien in his taller, lankier body. “We should fuck.”

The silence in the room was absolute. Idia (in your body) just stared, mouth hanging slightly open. “Are you insane? That’s… that’s the most degenerate thing I’ve ever heard. And I’ve heard things. I’ve seen things on the net that—”

“Think about it” you pressed, cutting off his rant. “I’ve always wondered what it’s like. To be the one… you know. Doing the fucking. And you…” You let the implication hang in the air. “You get to feel what it’s like for me. Every single thing.”

“I have to watch my own face!” he squeaked, his hands flying up to his (your) cheeks. “My own stupid, blushing face while I’m… nope. Absolutely not. That’s a hard no. Wouldn't you find it weird seeing your face while—”

“I know exactly how to make this body feel good” you interrupted, your voice a low purr. “I know every spot. Every little thing that drives me crazy. I could show you. I could make you feel things you’ve never even thought about in your deepest, darkest fantasies.”

You saw the resistance in his eyes (your eyes) begin to waver. Curiosity, was battling with his anxiety. But the perverse and experimental nature of your suggestion was enough for him.

“It would be… a interesting research” he murmured, almost to himself.

“It would be fucking hot is what it would be” you corrected, standing up from the chair. You walked over to the bed, every step in his body feeling like a revelation of power. You looked down at him (at you) sitting there looking small and flustered. “Lie back.”

He did, because he was curious, because you were using his own body to command him, and the cognitive dissonance was short-circuiting his usual defenses. You crawled onto the bed, looming over the form that was yours. It was the strangest, most arousing thing you’d ever experienced.

“This is so meta…” he breathed out, staring up at his own face.

“Shut up and feel” you commanded.

Okay, you thought, a predatory instinct taking over. Time to show him what this body can really do. You weren't just going to fuck him. You were going to deconstruct him.

You started by bringing your mouth, down onto his neck, but you didn’t just lick and nip. You traced the line of his, jugular with the very tip of your tongue, a feather-light touch that had him squirming instantly. "Fuck…" he moaned. "You didn’t say it would feel like that."

"That’s just the start" you murmured against his skin, your breath hot. Your long fingers, ones you were still getting used to, didn't go straight for his cunt. They started at his ankle, sliding up the smooth skin of his calf with a torturously slow pace. You squeezed the muscle there, then higher, your thumb pressing into the sensitive spot behind his knee.

He jerked, a sharp gasp escaping his lips. "W-why there?"

"Because every part of this body is an erogenous zone when you know how to touch it" you purred, your voice rumbling in this chest. Your hands continued their ascent, pushing the skirt up around his waist. You palmed his inner thigh, feeling the muscle tremble under your touch. "You're shaking for me already. And I haven't even touched your pussy yet."

"Just… just do it" he begged, his hips giving a tiny, involuntary jerk.

"Not yet." You were in control. You leaned down, your face hovering inches from his. "I want to hear you beg for it properly. I want to hear my pretty voice say exactly what it wants."

You dipped your head and your mouth found one of his nipples through the fabric of his top. You sucked, hard, the material growing wet and rough against your tongue. At the same time, your hand finally, finally cupped him over his panties. The fabric was already soaked through, a dark patch of arousal. You pressed the heel of your palm firmly against his clit and made a slow, circular grind.

Idia’s back arched off the bed with a choked cry. "Fucking hell! Right there!"

"Mmmhmm" you hummed against his breast, the vibration making him shudder. You hooked your fingers into the waistband of his panties. "Lift your hips for me. I want to see everything from this angle."

He complied immediately, and you slid the wet piece of fabric down his legs and tossed it aside. You knelt back on your heels, drinking in the sight of your own flushed, dripping cunt, completely exposed and begging for attention.

"Look at that" you groaned, your own cock throbbing painfully hard in your trousers. "Look how fucking wet you are for me. That's all for me, isn't it? Are you really getting this turned on watching yourself?"

"Y-yes" he whined, his hands fisting the sheets.

You spat directly onto his clit. The glob of saliva landed with a wet splat, and he cried out at the sudden sensation. You used two fingers to smear it around, mixing your spit with his slick, painting his swollen clit with it. "Gonna make you feel so good, you're gonna forget your own name. You're just gonna be a messy, screaming, coming mess for me."

You lowered your head between his legs. You didn't dive in. You blew a soft, cool stream of air across his slick folds.

He whimpered, a high-pitched, desperate sound. "Please…"

"Please what?" you teased, looking up his body to meet his desperate gaze. "Use your words. Tell me what you want my mouth to do to your cunt."

"Lick it!" he begged, his voice breaking. "Suck my clit, please, I need it, fuck, I need it so bad—"

You didn't need to be told twice.

Your tongue licked a long, flat stripe from his entrance all the way up to his throbbing clit. The taste was familiar, you, but so much more intense from this angle. You focused on his entrance, fucking into him with your tongue, the tip spearing into his tight heat. The sound was obscene, a wet, sloppy slurp with every thrust.

"Gods, yes!" he screamed, his thighs clamping around your head. You pushed them apart easily, pinning them to the bed with your strength.

"You don't get to hide from me" you growled against his flesh. Then you sealed your mouth over his clit and sucked, hard.

His entire body went rigid. A guttural, broken sound was torn from his throat, a raw “Guhhhnnn!” that was pure, unadulterated pleasure. You sucked on his clit like you were starving for it, flicking the tip of your tongue over the hypersensitive nub in rapid, precise circles. You could feel it swelling in your mouth, could feel the telltale tension coiling in his belly. He was already right on the fucking edge.

You pulled off with a filthy, wet pop. "Not yet. You don't get to come yet."

"No, no, no, please, I was so close!" he sobbed, his hips chasing your mouth.

"You'll come when I'm fucking inside you" you stated, your voice dark. You fumbled with the button on your trousers, your own arousal making you clumsy. You finally freed your cock. It was hard and thick and felt incredibly powerful in your hand. You positioned yourself, the head pressing against his drenched opening. A thick strand of your pre-cum mixed with his slickness.

"Look at me" you demanded.

Idia’s eyes fluttered open. They were wide, dark with a pleasure so intense it looked like panic. You pushed forward.

The sensation was like nothing you ever experienced.

A guttural, punched-out groan tore from your throat as you sank into the incredible, silken tightness of your own body. The heat was overwhelming, a perfect, wet clench around your cock. Your cock. You were fucking yourself with Idia’s body.

“Oh my god… oh my god…” Idia was chanting beneath you, his head thrashing on the pillow. “It’s so deep… I can feel every inch… it’s too much…”

You began to move, setting a slow, clumsy rhythm. You watched, mesmerized, as your own face contorted in ecstasy beneath you. Your own lips were parted, gasping, eyes squeezed shut. It was the most depraved, beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

“You feel that?” you grunted, driving into him deeper. “That’s what you feel like in me. Fuck, it’s good.”

You pistoned your hips, fucking into the welcoming heat with a growing frenzy. You knew this body, you knew its rhythms, its breaking point. You angled yourself to hit that spot deep inside, the one that made you see stars.

Idia screamed. A raw, unrestrained sound of pure sensory overload. His back arched off the bed, his hands scrambling for purchase on the sheets.

You closed your eyes, focusing entirely on the overwhelming sensation coursing through your body. The feeling was intoxicating, a mix of pleasure and intensity that left you breathless.

Idia's eyes widened as he suddenly felt something hot drip onto him. "What the—?" he started, his voice confused. You opened your eyes to see him staring at you, or rather, at the drop of crimson that had fallen from your nostril onto your own body. It was only then that you realized what had happened.

"You have a nosebleed" Idia pointed out. You reached up to touch your nose, feeling the warmth of the blood trickling down your face.

You were so lost in the feeling of fucking into him that you didn’t even notice your own nose bleeding. You licked part of the blood away, the sight making Idia's eyes widen. The metallic taste on your tongue was a strange, but it only showed you how much all this actually turned you on.

Your control shattered. With a final, ragged shout, you slammed into him as deep as you could go and came. Your orgasm ripped through you, a blinding white-hot current that seemed to last forever. You emptied yourself into your own body, your hips stuttering against him as you filled him up. The hot spill of your release inside the body that is actually yours was the most fucked-up, perfect thing you’d ever felt.

You collapsed forward, spent, bracing yourself on your arms to avoid crushing him. Both of you were gasping, shuddering, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. You were still buried inside him, your cock still twitching with the last pulses of your release. The feeling of your cum leaking out around your softening length, the intimate, messy connection, was almost as overwhelming as the orgasm itself. You didn’t move. You couldn’t. You just stayed there, fused together

Divider by: @enchanthings

Suddenly, his whole body jolted when your tongue made contact with his lips, your eyes looking straight into his while repeating the motion until he slightly whimpered and opened his mouth for you. His grip tightened while small groans and moans left his mouth every time he felt your tongue going too deep. Leaning into him more, your fingers grabbed at his hair and undid his braid, grabbing a fistful of it, closing the space between your clothed bodies. Soon enough, he fell on the bed with you still on top of him, never ceasing your kissing.

Your lips left his and started kissing under his chin. Feeling your kisses, Idia eagerly started undoing his tie to allow you more access. Once you found his exposed neck you started kissing and biting making him whimper and slightly shiver every time you bit. But to his surprise, he suddenly felt you grinding against him, which made his whole body jump and jolt forward letting out something between a moan and a groan. You continued your ministrations until Idia felt like he was about to combust from the hotness of his skin “W-wait! Please- just le-let me get this off!” “Aww, already?” He nodded and, albeit begrudgingly, you got off him.

After he took his suit off, he turned to you and without any warning, coming closer and pinning you to the bed, with him on top of you this time, his lips spread into a victorious grin : “Whee hee hee I got you this time, pretty thing” He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you into a very messy kiss, drool coming out of both of your mouths. Soon enough, you felt Idia grinding against you in return to your earlier teasing, though his pace was slightly faster than yours, the sound of his desperate ragged breaths close to your ears,

He's got you good now

The message made you smile. Trust Idia to go overboard, even when he refused to leave his dorm room today. You could almost imagine him, huddled over his desk, blue flames flickering with anxiety as he double-checked his order online.

“Ne, those are beautiful!” one of your classmates exclaimed, eyes wide with awe. “Who sent them?”

You hugged the bouquet closer, your heart racing. “My boyfriend,” you tried to sound casual, but the warmth blooming in your chest made it hard to keep a straight face. The collective gasps of your classmates only added fuel to the fire.

Yes, you and Idia have mastered the art of keeping your relationship private. Intimate.

You hurried down the hallway, the scent of fresh flowers lingering behind you. As you made you way to your dorm, you couldn’t help but think of all the little things Idia had done for you. Last week, you found a box of rare sweets from the other side of the globe outside your door. He texted you that he heard they were popular in some dating sim and figured you’d enjoy them. The week before that, you received a plushie modeled after one of your favorite video game characters.

He was always thoughtful in his own quirky way. But flowers... in public? This was bold. Next level. Even for him. Even if he wasn’t physically the one to give them to you.

You placed the bouquet on your desk, admiring the delicate petals. You traced your fingers over the soft petals. You could picture him now, nervously pacing in his room, overthinking every detail—probably wondering how you reacted. If you didn’t say something soon, he’d probably be up all night worrying about your reaction.

But let’s be honest, Idia has enough gadgets and technical equipment to see your exact reaction even if he was on the opposite side of the planet.

Without a second thought, you made your way to the Ignihyde dorm. Access was by no means that difficult because as long as there’s a secret passage, there’s a way. The eerie blue glow of the dimly lit hallways was familiar by now, but it still sent a chill down your spine. You stopped outside his door, hesitating for a moment before knocking gently.

A specific pattern that only he would recognize to know that it was you (as if you hadn’t already sent him a text that you were coming over minutes earlier).

There was a shuffle on the other side, followed by a muffled, “Just a sec!” The door creaked open a bit, and you saw Idia’s golden eyes peeking out, softening when he saw you. “Hi.”

“Real flowers are better than virtual ones, huh?”

His face turned bright pink, the blue flames of his hair subtly matching the hue of his face. “Well, uh—you liked them, right?”

You laughed softly, stepping inside his room. “They’re beautiful. You didn’t have to go this far, though.”

“W-Was it too much?! I knew it… I should’ve just sent a text—or a digital sticker—maybe a GIF. This is why I never do real-life stuff—”

“Idia.” Your voice was gentle, your eyes warm. “I love them. Really. Thank you. It was sweet of you.”

His shoulders relaxed, relief washing over his face as he let you hold his face with your hands. So soft and tender. Idia’s tempted to have you this close forever.

Oh, god.

He’s been reduced to a sap. Like one of those helpless, pathetic male leads that just admires his female love interest for the rest of his days—putting her on a high pedestal. Not that he’d mind that.

“Oh, good. I was worried you’d think it was cringe or something... like... NPC-level cringe.”

“I’d never think that. Besides, it was… romantic.”

“Huh.” He sounded as though in thought, though most coherent thoughts are currently unavailable the moment your face is so close to his. “Does that raise our relationship stats by 10%?”

“Mhm, I guess you could say that. No one’s ever given me flowers before.”

“Wait, seriously? But you’re—I mean—you’re like—goddess-tier…” His face flushed, his pout making itself known. “No one before me ever thought of it before? Those normies are blind and stupid.”

You laughed. “Well… I’m glad it was you.”

Silence hung between you, warm and serene like Idia’s hair supposedly. Your boyfriend’s gaze softened, his expression overflowing with what’s known to be love.

“I’m happy it made you happy.”

“It did. More than you know.”

Before Idia could second-guess himself, he leaned in and pressed a soft, chaste kiss on your lips. The moment was quick, fleeting, but the feeling sent you tiny waves of electricity.

This side of him was rare. So maybe it really went off on the right occasion.

Idia’s entire face turned bright red, his hair blazing in a burst of pink. He stumbled back, his back hitting the door with a thud. “I— uhm—sorry! I got ahead of myself, ugh... I should’ve asked.”

You laughed, your heart contented and at ease with his reaction. “It’s fine, it’s fine! Happy Valentine’s Day, Idia.” You waved to your boyfriend, knowing that you had to finish a few more schoolwork before the day was over. “And thank you, again. I love them.”

You turned to leave. Idia stood frozen at his door, his heart pounding, face still burning. He must have a fever by now—probably went over new high temperatures. As the door slowly closed, he slumped against it, his hands covering his face.

“G-Goddess-tier event… unlocked… SSR rarity,” he murmured, his hair flickering with excitement. He replayed the scene over and over in his head, cheeks still red.

The bouquet was just to start.