#kd.og

God, even just watching his side profile as he talks is enough to set your heart pumping. You two were sat (well, he was sat) on his abhorrent yellow sofa chair, with you perched on his lap and legs haphazardly strewn across the armrest. No longer were you paying attention to the movie. Instead, your attention was honed in on his face; how the TV's glow made his warm brown eyes shine like stars, how it made a glare on his glasses that he kept pushing up (and it had no right being that hot), how it made his freckles stand out more that you want to kiss a path to form constellations.

Anything that he says after you blacked out is muddied. It was a sign that you had enough.

You leaned in closer to his neck, nosing against the expanse of freckled skin (yes he had freckles everywhere). The action didn't deter him from continuing his tirade and instead he curled his arm around your waist, hand patting your hip. While the gesture was sweet, it didn't help relieve the problem between your legs.

So you went through with your desire to kiss a path of constellations. Starting from the bottom area of his ear down to the crook of his neck. Each kiss left an incredibly cliche smack that you can't help but feel giddy about. It was there that you felt him react to your ministrations. His speech slowly died down as you felt his hand grip the meat of your hip.

You see his Adam's Apple bob up and down and you fought the urge to just bite it. He cleared his throat, the movie no longer at the forefront of his mind. "So this is that trope where the significant other usually instigates sexual intercourse while watching a movie?"

"Are you really gonna do your usual speech towards porn tropes?"

"Hey, I can't help to point out the obvious."

You rolled your eyes, can't believing that this guy was the love of your life. Instead of continuing your kisses, you nibbled right where his clavicle was jutting out from his worn shirt. The gasp he let out was nothing short of euphoric but it was ruined when he started yapping again.

"I must say, this is quite unlike you," he started but he egged you on further by smoothing his hand across the inside of your thighs, "has my usual semantics about horror movies flipped a switch inside you and made you a horndog just like the bimbos in those movies."

"Joshua," you seethed, and you were serious when you used his real name, "keep talking like that and I'm gonna wring you out until you can barely cum."

He gulped but with how his cock twitched beneath his pants betrayed how he would love the idea. "Alright alright, I'll shut up."

And to his credit, he was quiet. When you rucked his shirt upwards and his nipples out to the cold air, you leaned in and kissed one before taking it in your mouth. He keened, back concaving as his hand traveled further inward to your sex. With nimble fingers, he toyed with it above the material of your bottoms before you felt them move faster.

"Oh wow, you really got it bad for me, huh?" He remarked breathlessly, seeing you crumble from the ministrations. "Aren't you a precious little thing, getting off from hearing me talk all day?"

You lightly bit his nipple, relishing in his yelp before moving back up. "Joshua, I swear to god I'm going to leave you high and dry."

"You would never." He snorted. He then took his other hand and tried to shimmy your bottoms down. With your bottom half now out in the open, he raised his hand to your mouth. His lips quirked into a smirk when you let his ring and middle finger inside your mouth, suckling them just like how you did with his nipple. "You love me and my voice too much."

You internally seethed that he was right. Damn him and his stupid voice and his stupid tirade, he has such an immense hold on you that if you did follow through with your promise on leaving him dry, it would be you suffering the most.

"Alright, fine." You conceded after he retrieves his fingers from your mouth, glaring lightly at his smug face. "I love your voice and your stupid spiels. Happy?"

He let out a pleased huff. "I mean, I already knew all along, but it certainly is a boost to the ego when you confirm it for me."

Rolling your eyes, you kissed him fully on the lips for the first time this night. Your hand pinching and rolling his nipple while the other wrapped behind his neck and tugged on his low ponytail. You swallowed in his groan, his tongue swirling against yours. The fingers that you swallowed trailed down to your hole, toying at the entrance before slowly pushing inside.

Swearing, you parted from him, elated at the sight of him reddened and out of breath. You giggled at the trail of spit connecting your mouths before you broke it by leaning forward and kissing the freckles on his face. That was a surefire way of knocking him down a peg; how you show affection to, what he describes as 'An unsightly visual upon his face', his freckles was always your winning card.

You left a final kiss on his nose before leaning back. "I really do want to see you broken and crying, Joshua."

He moaned lightly, leaning down to your neck to hide his reddening face as his fingers curled inward. The moan you let out was pornographic but Joshua didn't point it out, clearly far gone into his pleasures. He mouthed along your neck. "Yeah? I'd be a liar if I said I didn't want to see you try your best."

You scoffed, gently prying his head away from your neck and staring straight into his eyes. Something hot curled inside you when you see how shiny his eyes became. "Keep talking and I'll make sure that you'll keep cumming until morning."

He whimpered at your words, his fingers faltering in pleasuring you. You cooed. "What's wrong, baby? Can't keep your mouth open for me?"

He shifted in his seat. During the whole time, you never removed his cock underneath his pants. The sizeable tent already sporting a dark patch. "N-No... I can do it."

"Good boy." You purred and you giggled at how he shivered at the praise. The hand on his chest moved down to his pajama bottoms, tugging them down as best as you could. He lifted himself from his seat, groaning in pain and relief at how his cock finally sprung free from his clothes as he threw his pants in a random corner of the room.

Joshua was always pretty. It was a shame everyone thinks he's 'unconventional' because he was such a chatterbox when him never shutting up was the most attractive thing ever. Screw them then, you think, as you stared reverently at his cock. It throbbed painfully against his stomach, the head flushed a pretty red just like his face as it curved slightly to the left. It was so perfect for you that you can't help but thank whatever deity made you meet Joshua.

"My pretty boy..." You breathed out. "Remember our deal, okay?"

He nodded wordlessly. Immediately, you wrapped your hand around his head, spreading the precum as your hand glides across his shaft. He let out a drawn-out moan, tilting his head back against the sofa chair as his fingers pumped in and out of your hole.

"F-Fuuuuck..." He keened, eyes glossed over with unshed tears. "Feels so good. The way you wrap your hand around me just right-ah!"

He jumped slightly when your other hand tugged his ponytail roughly, showing the expanse of his neck. You bit his Adam's Apple and you squeezed his fingers when you hear him cry out in pleasure. "Keep talking."

"Love how you mark me up...!" He continued. "Love how you make me yours. Love how you tease the h-ah, head of my cock before you rub it. Love how you twist your hand just right...!"

You let go of his skin after you fully blemished it red and stinging. "Yeah? You love it when I treat you like this, huh?"

He nodded against his hold. Your hand was already easily moving up and down his cock, making it easier for you to twist your wrist and quicken your pace. He bucked his hips upward, legs twitching from the stimulation. Of course, he made sure that you weren't the only one giving. He curled his fingers inwards, making you gasp out loud as his other hand inched down towards your most sensitive area.

"Mhm." He hummed, watching at how your back arced beautifully when he played with your most sensitive part. "Love how you react so prettily when I touch you like this. Almost like you were built for me-built for me to break and use over and over."

"Fuck, Joshua." You breathlessly giggled, letting go of his ponytail. "Wasn't expecting this out of you."

He chuckled softly, lightly bumping his forehead against yours. His glasses were completely askew across his nose bridge so you adjusted them for him. His eyes were unabashed in their affection, shining like twin diamonds. It was almost sickening how he looks at your with such hazily romantic reverence.

He smiled softly. "Love you."

You swallowed the lump forming in your throat before you pecked his lips. "Love you, too."

He hummed happily. "Love how you love me. Like I'm someone worth loving. Love it when you love me like this."

His speech was getting repetitive. His fingers going in and out of your hole at a faster rate as squelching noises permeated the room. Your hand squeezed his cock tighter, pumping up and down, begging for his cum to run down your hand so you can lick it all off.

"Fuck," he gasped out, mouth open as let out his grunts, "love you so much. Love you love you love you—"

"Give it to me, Joshua." You said, legs twitching at how fast he's playing with your sex. "Let go, pretty baby. I've got you."

He cried out, bucking his hips to meet your hand as you watched his cock spurt cum. "Fuck fuck fuck, oh god, I-hah!"

As his orgasm racked his body, you watched as he loses himself. The fingers inside you curled the right way before you came. His other hand toyed with your sex further until you cried out from the overstimulation. His cock shot his seed upwards, hitting you and Joshua. Some of it got onto Joshua's cheek so you leaned in and licked them off of him.

Heavy breathing was all that was heard in the room as you two cooled down from the session. After you cleaned his cheek, you laid down on his still-heaving chest. He leaned his on top of your head, arms wrapping around you and bringing you impossibly closer.

He breathed in and out, letting out chuckles underneath his breath. "So, you really like how I talk, eh?"

You groaned, burrowing your face further into his chest. "Don't remind me."

"You know I'm gonna never live it down, right?" He gloated, kissing the top of your head. "What a glorious feeling. To have my honey be so smitten with my voice."

"Dear god, what have I done."

He barked out a laugh, nuzzling you closer. He decided to stop for now, but he'll remember this moment whenever he hosts a horror movie review again.

Good gods, he can really excel at everything if you asked him.

He has his ever-so serious expression on his face. The same one where he shoots his guns at the enemy. The same one where he's gained the title of Saint. The same one where he delicately glides his fingers over your wet folds as you taught him with a shaky breath.

Enacting such a lascivious act on your desk was far from how you wanted the lesson to go but you didn't complain. After all, Executor had no qualms when he hoisted you on it and removed your pants and underwear in a way that seemed to practice. If you didn't know any better, it seemed as though he was treating this as a mission.

But you do know better. You see how his ears turn ever-so pink and his heart that beats profoundly beneath his saintly garb.

"Is this well for you, Doctor?" He asks you, voice hushed.

You sighed softly at his ministrations. He was trying but he was following a routine. "It's okay, but not quite there yet. You have to change it up."

He raised a brow and if he didn't have his fingers toying with your pussy, you would've laughed. "'Change it up'?"

"Like so." You proceeded to shoo his hand away, using your own to show him how to pleasure you. "You want to alternate strokes and teasing in order to increase the feeling of satisfaction when we get to penetrative sex."

And it was amazing how he listened intently to you, eyes honing in on how your index and ring finger parted your folds in order for your middle finger to rub your clit. You let out a small moan, rubbing slow circles around the nub. He tentatively raised a hand and you let it glide across your inner thigh before attempting to copy your moves. He used his thumb to rub your clit and the size difference of his thumb compared to your finger was enough to make you fully moan.

He caught on fully, this time, shooing your hand away as he uses his entire palm to cover your pussy. The heel of his palm digging into your clit as his long fingers found their way prodding your entrance. He let out an imperceptible breath through his nose, almost marveling at how wet you became from his actions.

"You mentioned penetrative sex," He started, eyes wandering straight to yours, "is there something more to this?"

Oh, dear gods, you were going to enjoy this.

"Y-Yes there is." You answered, eyes fluttering when the tips of his fingers entered your hole but not all the way. "If you want c-continue after this."

He paused, his middle finger circling over your hole. "It wouldn't be fair if I didn't see this through."

And then he plunged his middle and ring finger all the way inside you. Your eyes fully rolled back, your spine concaving as you let out a keening cry. His fingers were long enough to reach that special part inside of you that when he curls them just right-

You threw your head back when he did, hands grabbing purchase on his clothes as your hips thrusted to meet his hand. The heel of his palm continued to grind deliciously against your clit as his fingers plunged in and out, making squelching noises that it made your ears burn.

"Fuck, Executor-" You whimpered. "Federico, please..."

His throat bobs up and down at the mention of his name. His other hand replaced his palm, the thumb doing quick strokes on your clit as his fingers thrusted deeper, curling each time he reaches the deepest parts.

"Fuck, Federico, yes...!" You mewled, tossing an arm over your eyes. "Just like that-mmm fuck, I'm gonna-"

He drew impossibly closer to you, now leaning over your sprawled body. He braces his hand over you, making him return in using his palm to grind your clit. "Doctor, I might have a problem."

The words didn't register in your mind. It wasn't until he slowed down that you looked up at him. "H-Huh?"

He took your hand that used to cover your eyes, guiding it across his chest and down to his pants where you gasped when you felt his sizeable problem.

"What shall I do, Doctor?"

His responses were so dry but it does the complete opposite to your pussy. You squeezed his girth through his clothes and you grinned teasingly when you hear his sharp intake of breath.

"You just continue." You breathed against his lips. "I'll handle your problem."

And with that, you surged forward, capturing his lips against yours as you palmed his cock. Thankfully, he knew how to kiss, meeting your eager mouth with his as you felt his tongue glide over the seam of your lips. His hand that was still toying with your pussy began to thrust harder, making you move up and down your desk as his mouth swallowed your moans. Meanwhile, your hand was pressing against his girth, teasing what you assumed was the head of his cock as you gripped harder.

When you felt the coil in your stomach getting tighter, you parted from his mouth, eyes shining with tears. "I'm close, Federico...!"

He thankfully understood, upping the ante as he raised himself over you. His other hand soon returned to your clit, rubbing in quick strokes as your hips thrusted to meet his hands. You were losing your grip on his cock but you had to see it through. You gripped his girth harder, rubbing it through his clothes that it made Federico shudder.

"Doctor..." He sighed out. "I..."

Whatever he was going to say was drowned out by your cries of your orgasm washing over you. Your walls clenched his fingers so tightly that it seemed like you were trying to break his fingers. He slowed down on his ministrations, letting your orgasm continue as your thighs twitch beside him. Sweat rolled down your back, making you cringe when you remember that you didn't remove your top or your coat.

You felt as though all the bones were melted. Your chest heaved up and down, already tired from having to be fingered by Executor of all people but you were elated all the same.

You tried to retrieve your hand back from his crotch but your eyebrows raised in surprise when you felt wetness. Looking down, you gasped when you spot a dark patch on his pants where his cock was. Did he always cum that much?

"That's what I was trying to say." He said after a beat. "How will you remedy this, Doctor?"

You were tired. You just got the best orgasm of your life minutes ago. You should've been the good partner and cleaned up the mess.

But you grinned cheekily, fingers toying with his zipper. "I'll see this mission through, Federico."

It took a trip to the hot springs that you pointed out that Arjuna's hair was getting darker.

It came as no surprise that a lot of your Servants agreed to going to an open-house sauna and hot spring for the next vacation. The building was big enough to house even Heracles as he comically held a can of Calpis in his fingers and a wooden pail in the other. It was the perfect day to unwind and relax from all of the horrors you've witnessed during your time in the Lostbelts.

"Arjuna?" You questioned the Berserker. He still wore his usual clothes (thankfully his other ascensions had him put a shirt on) but something was off. "Your hair... It turned darker!"

The Servant only hummed, fingers lifting to caress the short strands of hair. The color was no longer the pale white that blankets him like snow-it was now a dark brown, nearing black. The horns that used to tower over his head now shrunk down to look like cat ears.

"... It appears I've..." Arjuna falters before breathing in softly. "I've... Regained some of my humanity, thanks to you."

You merely smiled, forcing your brain to not remember the time that the Indian Lostbelt, that Arjuna nearly killed you. "You're welcome, Arjuna. I'm glad to see you're doing well."

He hummed, moving his head when a stray Orion was shot next to the wall. Above Artemis's threats, he looks around the bathhouse. Different Servants we're doing their own thing, with the children Servants drinking juice and the other adult Servants talking about the hot springs. This sense of normalcy was supposed to be fitted for humans and yet here he was-here they were. Gods, heroes, and demons alike conversing with each other and enjoying each others presence like they were long-time friends.

Though he supposes, he thinks, looking back at your overjoyed form. That this fate ordained to him... Wasn't so bad.

"We should go to our designated hot springs, Master." Arjuna said to you. "Before the night goes on for any longer."

You nodded to him. "Alright! Well, enjoy your dip-"

Before you could even utter another word, two sets of hands grabbed each of your arm. You looked from side to side to see Marie Antoinette on your left and Nero on your right. Weren't they just in the kitchen? How were they here?

"That simply won't do, dear Master!" Marie Antoinette giggled. "Your schedule is in the co-ed hot spring!"

"C-Co-ed?" You questioned her.

"Of course!" Nero answered you, beginning to drag you to where the hot spring was. "Besides, the Arjuna next to you will be there as well, so you won't feel lonely!"

Somehow the burning of your cheeks wasn't because of the steam. You stared at both the Servants incredulously. There was no way they were setting you up with one of your Servants, are they?

"Master?" The god asks you, floating next to you as both Nero and Marie drag you to the room. "Do you agree to this?"

If it wasn't for the absolute death grip on each of your arm, you would've reconsidered. All you could muster was a strained 'yeah' before Arjuna complied with his new task. If only you could ignore the teasing giggles the women side by side were giving you.

"The stars... You've chosen a good place, Master."

You merely hummed, not wanting to meet his eyes as you sat in your corner of the pool. The hot spring was large, enough to house several people with the stones jutting around the edge smoothly. The night sky was painted with stars and you welcomed the sight of the celestial bodies like they were water in a desert.

"I... I feel... lighter when I am here. With you. I feel as though this is who I was before I became a god and it... It's good."

You hummed once more.

"Although..." He trailed off staring blankly at you. "Master, why are you so far away?"

Because of the spacious hot spring, Arjuna had to raise his voice slightly for you to hear. You could only look at the stars, not wanting to see the body that the Berserker possesses. You knew that almost all Berserkers have physical prowess far beyond other classes, but did they also have to involve their own body parts?

You shivered when you caught a glimpse of his true form.

"W-Wanting to respect your privacy, that's all!" You replied back. "I know you're ah... Not one for touch!"

After hearing no response, you slightly relaxed and continued to stare up into the sky. The water was nice, the warmth encompassing you like no other warmth as the smell of the natural air made you breathe easy. Compared to the stuffy air of the Shadow Border or the Atlantic base, this was something you desperately needed.

"You are lost in thought, Master."

You nearly screeched and fell down in the water had it not been for Arjuna's secure grip on your waist. His hands on your skin made you shiver but you could barely focus on that when the Servant of your affections was standing in front of you, ignoring personal boundaries.

"A-Arjuna!?" You yelped, backing away immediately only to feel rock. "I uh... Yes?"

He let out a breath through his nose as he stared you. His face was dangerously close to your own as his dark eyes searched for something on your face. His skin glistened with the water and sweat accumulated from staying in the hot spring and you respectfully turned your eyes upwards so you wouldn't go any further.

"Master..." He said again, this time much closer to you to feel the rumble in his chest. "You are... nervous."

You cleared your throat. "Well y-yeah. You're standing... really close."

He let out a breath again and you were sure that he was laughing at your nervousness. "Is the distance between us troubling you?"

"No... I mean-" You immediately corrected, face burning with embarrassment. "I'm not-opposed to this in any way...!"

He took a moment to watch your reaction before sighing softly. "Am I... Is this how you normally do this?"

You stared up at him, his eyebrows were furrowed as if he was trying to discern good from evil. "Arjuna...?"

"The two Servants who dragged you..." He started. "They mentioned something like this when it comes to the person of your affections. Am I doing it correctly, Master?"

You gaped up at him. He was acting weirdly because of something Nero and Marie said? How much more were they feeding him junk?

You had to thank them soon.

"Arjuna, I-" You stammered before clearing your throat. "I won't deny that I like this, but you shouldn't be doing something you're not comfortable with. If it troubles you this much then please ignore my opinion on it."

He stared at you, facial expression relaxing. "You truly are something else, Master. To think I would desire something again when I casted off my human shell."

He leans closer, hands tightening around your waist as you leaned in closer as well. Any closer and your lips would connect. "Are you feeling any human now?"

Arjuna stared at your lips before letting out a soft chuckle. "Of course."

And the kiss you two shared was nothing short of passionate. Bodies pressed together, tongues sliding against one another-Arjuna continues to push against you as he hoisted you up on the stones. The smooth surface wasn't at all uncomfortable as Arjuna revered at you with a fond look that made you cover your face.

"Master?" He asks you. "What is wrong?"

"D-Don't look at me like that..." You muttered.

"But Master, this is how I normally look at you."

"That doesn't make things any better!"

He let out a chuckle and you had to pause that not even the original Arjuna laughed. His hands took away your own and your breath was stolen when you see the absolute serene and affectionate look on his face.

"Apologies but I want to see everything." He said before slowly descending down on your body. "May I?"

You gulped but you spread your legs further. If there is any Servant whom you trust the most, it was the one standing between your legs. "Pleasure me."

And with the task at hand, Arjuna did thus so. His tongue teasing your sensitive area as you moaned deliriously at his mouth. Your hand went back, steadying yourself against the wet rocks as your other hand carded through his hair. His tongue continued to lavish you, his hands keeping your legs apart as he made a mess out of you. At some point your hand brushed his horns and he shivered.

You kept a mental note of that for future reference.

Your hips bucked slightly, wanting to get closer to him, to his mouth, until he parted away. You whined, hand rubbing against his horn as he shivered once more. This time, he latched his hand on your wrist as he stood up fully. Even from above the water, you can see the prominent hardness of his cock and you nearly balked at the sight. Seriously, are all Berserkers well-endowed?!

"I seem to can't hold any longer because of you," Arjuna said your name, "you seem to make me feel more human than I realized."

You could only giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him. From that kiss, you felt all the uncertainty, all the fear, all the love that you have and you were sure Arjuna had it too.

"Should I apologize?" You teased.

He huffed. "No."

And with a push, he was inside of you. You gasped at the feeling of being stretched, your body tightening around Arjuna as he hissed. Willing to relax your muscles, you eased Arjuna slowly, giving him praise as he continued to thrust himself inside of you bit by bit. Inch by inch, his cock disappeared into your hole and you could only gasp at the sight of the protrusion on your belly when you press against it.

"You feel..." Arjuna gasped before moving and thrusting back in. "You feel so divine..."

With a little more leeway, Arjuna thrusted his hips faster as you moaned from each thrust. Your legs locked against his back, your heel hitting his bum each thrust as his tail wrapped around your waist, almost as if you were going away.

With how his cock kept hitting that special spot, why would you?

You threw your head back, letting Arjuna press kisses across your neck as he let out his own moans at the feeling of your walls squeezing his cock. The sound of your shared moans, skin slapping against skin, water rippling, were the only sounds in that hot spring and yet you could hear something absolutely symphonious as you felt your core tighten.

"Arjuna...!" You mewled, bringing your head back to kiss his neck. "I'm close!"

He moaned at the sensation on his neck, his hands grabbing your hips and plunging his cock deeper into you. "Let go. Let go now... I am here."

With several more thrusts, you let out a breathless scream, clinging to Arjuna even closer as he was brought to his release. You felt warmth not unlike the hot spring coat your walls. You gasped at each spurt of it, letting your body collapse against Arjuna as you sighed from the warmth.

He said your name and you hummed sleepily. "Please do not sleep in the hot springs. It is unwise for your health."

You giggled, wrapping around him tighter. "Carry me to my room, please?"

"Is this okay?" He murmurs against your skin. "You're not uncomfortable, are you?"

You shifted at the feeling of his hot breath on your chest. The feeling shouldn't have evoked a strong reaction out of you but the feeling that every sense was overstimulated threw your nerves into overdrive. Even just having Luke lay slightly on top of you, your upper body fully exposed to him, the chill of your air conditioner hitting your skin was too much for you to handle.

Not to mention the pain beneath your stomach...

"I'm fine...!" You whimpered, pushing your chest towards his face. In your impatience, you missed the violent red adorning Luke's cheeks as he slightly flinches back. "Just... Please, make the pain stop!"

He gulped but nodded. Luke lowered his face, lips parting at the sight of your erect nipples. Whether from the cold or your increased sensitivity didn't matter as he takes a tentative lick on your right nipple.

Your reaction was immediate; throwing your head back as you mewled for more of his touch. Luke gently pushes you down with his free hand, pressing over on your ribs before smoothing to the other breast. His index finger drew circles over the areola before eventually flicking the stiffened peak. Meanwhile, his tongue continued to lave the other nipple. His saliva leaving a slight gleam to your skin against the loft's lights before his mouth enclosed it.

You gasped, your hands flying to his hair as you pulled him closer. "Hah, Luke--"

He didn't need to hear your plea. He hums at your voice, tongue lashing over the nipple as his fingers pinch the other. No longer did he hear your whimpers of pain. Instead, he hears your pleasured sighs as he feels your body relax from his ministrations. The sight of you relaxing brought him at ease, despite feeling pins pricking the arm that was holding him up above you.

So he shifted-releasing your stiff nipple from his mouth as he takes in the other one. Shaking off the numbness, his hand teases the opposite breast, spreading his saliva around the areola. As he kisses around the skin of your breast, he looks at your face. Your eyes were closed but your mouth parted to release small moans and pleasured sighs. The sight almost made him hard, had it not been for the fact that your cramps were the reason he's ravishing your breasts in the first place.

He lifts himself slightly in order to speak. "I'm here, my little Watson... I'm here to make you feel good."

✧ Marius Von Hagen

At first, he thinks that you were pulling his leg. Did you really expect him to touch you without any sort of repercussion? You could've just asked for sex at that point. But when he sees your pained expression, hands flitting to your abdomen, that he stops the teasing. He hates to see you in pain because at that point, you have him wrapped around your finger without you even knowing.

His hands were always a spectacle to behold. From oil painting to clay sculptures, his dexterity precedes him.

So he takes that dexterity into good use. Having situated you on his lap, he shifts you in front of the full-body mirror. Your head leaned against his shoulder, hiding your face from your reflection as his hands smooth over your breasts as if he was molding clay. He huffed at you, removing one hand from your chest as he turns your face to face the mirror.

"M-Marius..." You whimpered, shifting uncomfortably on his lap. "I thought you were supposed to help me relax?"

"I am." He chuckled at your clueless expression. "But I don't go into a deal without ensuring collateral, princess. That's not how this goes."

He leans down to kiss the side of your neck. His hands soon resumed back to their position, palms heavy against your chest before his fingers began circling around your nipples. "I'm in need of fresh inspiration for nude paintings and you're my favorite model. I help you relax, you help me with inspiration."

His fingers soon pinched your nipples and he revels on your choked gasp. "Sounds like a fair deal, right princess?"

You mewled at his words and his ministrations, the pain below your stomach slowly disappearing. You didn’t refute his arguments so you let him continue to massage your breasts. Getting comfortable on his lap, you stared at your reflection. You see Marius’s eyes; they weren’t as lust-filled when he teased you. Instead, they were sharp and focused. As if he was looking at his next painting subject as he stared intently at your breasts. To be fair, you being his next painting subject wasn’t far off.

You watched as his hands molded your breasts, the veins in his hands jutting slightly from his massaging. His slender fingers cupped them, making them jut out more before his index fingers and thumbs pinched and tugged the nipples. You sighed out at the sensation, relaxing against his body as he continues to mold your breasts.

Of course, he shows you the finished piece right after your period stopped.

✧ Vyn Richter

He’s a psychologist, not a physician but even he knows a thing or two about the reproduction system and how it’s a pain for women for their entire life. He hates to see you in pain, so when you offer a solution to your cramps, he seemed more excited than you are.

“Just ease yourself into me, my love.” He whispered into your ear, grinning at how goosebumps appear on your skin. “And I will do the rest.”

You let his words wash over you like a soothing tide. Letting your back rest against his chest, you looked down at his hands as they smoothed over your breasts as if they were his playing cards. On his bed, with Vyn’s back resting against the headboard, he places his chin on your shoulder, his eyes watching his hands squeeze your breasts. 

The sight was therapeutic to him, as ironic as that sounds. He should feel bad, to piggyback on your menstrual pain for his pleasure, but he can’t deny that the fact that he alone is the one to grasp your breasts like this is electrifying.

“Let yourself go, my love.” He murmured into your ear, his deep voice making you shiver as you let the sensations hug you. “That’s it... You’re a good girl for letting me do this, aren’t you?”

You nodded dumbly, not even processing his words as you instinctively agreed to his words. He chuckled next to your ear, the sound completely nulling the pain in your abdomen as he pinches your nipples. One hand squeezed one breast too hard, making you gasp before that hand traveled down to the skin below your belly. His hand was cold, but it was beginning to warm up just from your body heat.

The feeling of his fingers press against the skin below your belly made you sigh out in pleasure. You let your head fall back against his shoulder as you let his hand rub circles on your skin. His hands felt like heaven on your skin, the cramps disappearing completely as Vyn continues to murmur against your ear.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” He asks you, though he knows he won’t get a verbal response. “My poor rose... you don’t deserve to feel this pain.”

He kissed your ear, down to your neck before nibbling the area as he colors your neck with his bites. “You’re so beautiful like this, my rose. Letting me take care of you like this... I’m so so thankful for you.”

His words were the least bit lustful but the praises were almost medicinal to your cramps. You wondered if he was willing to become your relief the next month.

✧ Artem Wing

He hears enough nagging from Celestine about the importance of taking care of feminine problems, even more so when he and you are in a relationship. He knows the basics of the female reproductive system and he knows he should expect mood swings and crampings. Especially the crampings. So to hear your solution for your cramps, he didn’t even think twice.

Yeah, he really didn’t think twice when you said that touching your breasts is a way to calm the cramps down.

On his living room’s couch, he stares down at his hands atop your breasts. Your breasts fit nicely in his hands as he squeezes softly. He looks at your expression then, seeing your eyes fluttering close as you tipped your head back against the couch. He watched you with a softened gaze in his eyes, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“Thank you for trusting in me.” He whispered before inching down to your breasts. He squeezed one breast before leaning down and took a nipple in your mouth. He reveled in the way you arched your back, hearing you gasp as he suckled on your nipple. His other hand continued to tease the other breast, squeezing it softly as his fingers pinched the nipple. His tongue flicked the other nipple, lashing against it before he sucked it in his mouth again. This time, his teeth gently took the nipple between them.

You gasped at the sensation of his teeth, your hands going to his back as your nails scratched his clothed back slightly. Feeling your nails scratch him made his spine shiver, nibbling and sucking on the nipple before letting it go with a ‘pop’. “Easy with your hands, my dear.”

You mewled before moving your hands to the back of his neck. He smirked slightly, muttering a ‘good girl’ before leaning down to the opposite nipple and did the same treatment. Meanwhile, his other hand smoothed back down to the skin below your belly. His hand was almost too hot considering your body temperature when it was this time of the month but his massages eased that away. His thumb lightly pressed against the skin before massaging the skin in a rhythmic motion.

“Artem...” You breathed out as he eases your cramps away.

Like he would be the type of guy to spread your thighs apart while you were sitting down in front of your defendant. Like you were busy questioning the guy before you felt his cold hands slither across your skin before shifting your clothes to see more of your sex. You try to steel your expression bc hello??? You're on a job and your defendant's future is on the line and here's your boyfriend bout to eat you as if it was a Sunday roast? Like its hot but vyn sir pls,, i cant pay the bills with sex!!

You cant even look down to see his hazy, golden gaze at your expression. You can feel his smirk against the inside of your thighs before his fingers pried away your underwear. Once he sees what he was aiming for, he would place your thighs on his shoulders and just start going down. No warning, no build up, vyn fucking richter will bury his face into your crotch and will make you squirm while he watches your pitiful attempt at keeping your dignity. The more you suppress, the more he wants to tease you further unto heaven. He wants to see how far you were willing to suppress an earth-shattering orgasm, especially when your client, who doesn't know any better, see how pitiful you are.

But no, he thinks to himself, his eyes are the only ones suited to see you on the precipice of ecstasy. So he stops and he has to keep in a groan when he hears your hushed whimpers. Once the defendant left, vyn immediately dove in and made you see stars. Even with the prospect of security guards listening, you let out everything you were trying to hide, hands burying in his hair as your thighs clamp around his head as you grind your hips against his mouth.

It didn't take long for you to cum, vyn's mouth swallowing every single drop as he brings you down from that lofty spot. He would hate to leave any evidence of your... Excursion in the precinct. As he fixes your clothes, he looks at the corner of the room to see the security camera that was focused on the visitor's chair.