day 3 — jealous sex  ʚ noctis ɞ

jealous.noctis ;; possessive behaviour ;; marking ;; overstimulation ;; dirty talk ;; manhandling ;; semi public ;; sex without a condom ;; creampie mention ;; a little rough, degradation & praise ;; 18+ only.

noctis nsfw drabble

dom!noctis, fem!reader, sloppy penetration, belly bulging, creampie, general filth

authors note: tysm for requestingggg, i need noctis in my life.

— ʚɞ

Noctis who holds your legs open as he curls over your body and gently rolls his hips, slowly stretching your insides with every thrust. his brow pinches together in a way that makes him look rougher, and meaner—even if all he truly wants to do is to make you feel good and play with your body. The look that washes over his face when he begins to properly fuck into you could fool just about anyone..

His calloused palms grip the back of your calves, his fingers curling around your flesh, his eyes fluttering as he feels your walls suck him in deeper. Warm, wet, and convulsing against his cock that pummels into that squishy spot nestled upward in your entrance. He knows exactly how to move to get you squirming and mewling; it’s easy for him to fuck you into a puddle of fluids—he does it every time. He pushes down on your limbs to fold you in half, and keens when he feels how much tighter the position makes your cunt. He nearly whimpers.

“Fuck, ohh—fuck!—“ he withers atop you for only a moment, slowing down with a shudder so he doesn’t finish too soon, “You feel so good..getting me close..take my dick—just like that—you’re gonna make me come..”

He swallows around a low growl, and you watch as his toned abdomen visibly flex each time he roughly feeds his length to your pussy. The way he relentlessly bumps, it’s almost uncomfortable, but the boiling pleasure collecting in your gut drowns out everything other than how much you’re feeling and how wrecked you both sound while he keeps you in place. His right hand leaves your leg, knowing you won’t move a muscle without him coaxing you into a new position, and begins messily swiping his fingertips over your swollen clit. Your back arches up like you’re being shocked and he smirks in that devilish way he always does when he knows he’s doing something right. It’s cocky. It’s arrogant. His tip catches on a soft area inside your pussy before wholly slotting into it. The slap of skin-on-skin is obscene. He moves so fast it’s like he’s vibrating. A flood of heat laps at every nerve in your frame, and you let out a broken cry as the very last thing you hear before your ears start to ring from the ecstasy is the sound of him chuckling and cooing.

“Feels that good, doesn’t it? God it’s like you’re trying to milk me,” He lets his gaze wander down your lower body as his digits circle your bud and his glistening shaft slides in and out, covered in your release, “Love the way you sound when you come..it’s got me throbbing, you know that?”

Then his eyes fix on something that doubles—no, triples—the satisfaction he feels and causes his eyes to adjust. The sight of his curved cock pushing up from the inside of you and causing your lower belly to subtly bulge out. He licks over his lower lip, his jaw slacking. He moans, broken and higher in pitch than moments before, then his free hand leaves your other leg and moves to press down over the focus of his affection. His knees shake on the mattress when he feels himself bury deep in your overstimulated pussy.

“I feel myself fucking you,” he breathlessly gasps, his orgasm rushing from base to tip, his milky load rising ready to paint you, “C’mere—touch—fuck, fuck..“

In the last few desperate pumps of his hips that he gives you, he scrambles for your hand that fists the sheets and replaces his touch on your stomach with your own. He watches the way you writhe and hiccup as you revel in the way your pussy is being used like a toy. he throws his head back, his pelvis snaps against yours, and then it’s all over.

“Coming,” he huffs in a drawn-out cry, and you get to feel every kick of his release under your hand. Thump, thump, thump, throb, throb, throb under your palm. It’s never-ending; it almost makes you wail. You gather all of the remaining strength in your brain to watch as Noctis’s face crumple with every wave of his climax, his head dropping back down. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes are squeezed shut, his nose is crinkling with the effort of remaining upright and not collapsing over your chest.

He sucks a breath in through gritted teeth, hissing, when he gets to the tail end of his orgasm. The sensitivity becomes too much, and he can’t handle the way you continue to spasm around his softening length. His cheeks puff out as he blows a steady breath of air, trying to get the room to stop spinning, and in the next instant he’s looking down to your face. His hands slide up your torso and cup the sides of your neck before he leans down and kisses you. His tongue licks languidly against yours, smearing his spit over your palate. You feel him groan into your open mouth. He only pulls away once he’s gotten his fill—once he’s tasted and swallowed enough of your whining to sate him for the rest of the night (or so you think). His gaze is hazy when he looks down into your eyes. His cock twitches at the sight of your spent expression, then that dumb, snarky smirk is back.

“So good for me,” he hums, “Flip over and ill give you two more?”

The heavy nod of your head that follows is all he needs to get his arousal stirring again.

— ʚɞ

Quiet Down

Noctis Lucis Caelum x Reader

Content: Noctis trying to keep you quiet.

Wanings:🍋

[1,561 words]

      Regalia hums under you, miles of open highway stretching out into dusky green hills. The sun is soft, the windows down. In the backseat, Prompto hums along to the radio while Ignis quietly scrolls through maps, one leg crossed over the other.

      Noctis is driving. One hand on the wheel. The other… isn’t.

      You’re in the passenger seat, trying to look relaxed like nothing out of the ordinary is happening.

      Like the crown prince of Lucis doesn’t have his fingers between your legs right now, hidden beneath your dress. You breathe slowly, eyes fixed on the horizon.

      He doesn’t even look at you, his profile calm, hair ruffling slightly in the breeze. His lips twitch, just barely.

      His fingers move with maddening precision, rubbing lazy circles over your clit, just light enough to make your thighs twitch. You shift slightly, pressing down into his hand, needing more. He hums in amusement.

      He gives you one slow stroke between your folds, then slides a single finger inside you. You tense, heart pounding, breath caught.

      Ignis leans forward between the seats suddenly. You freeze.

      “Noct,” he says, voice steady. “Turn left up ahead. The road forks into a dirt trail that leads to a campsite.”

      “Cool,” Noctis replies easily, giving a small nod. He doesn’t stop touching you. Doesn’t even slow down.

      You’re dying. Prompto chirps from the back, completely unaware, “Man, I could totally go for Cup Noodles tonight.”

      You almost laugh, but it comes out more like a strangled gasp. Noctis curls his finger just right, and you grip the edge of your seat so hard your knuckles ache. Sweat beads at your temple. You glance toward the back, Ignis is focused on the map again, Prompto has headphones in, Gladiolus is taking a well deserved nap.

      No one knows. You feel his breath near your ear as he leans slightly closer, voice dark with amusement.

      “Imagine if they saw what a mess you are right now. Soaking wet, squirming, trying to stay quiet. Such a good girl.”

      The praise goes straight to your core. You clench around his fingers involuntarily, and he lets out a sharp exhale. He picks up the pace, subtle and efficient, each stroke measured and cruelly quiet. You’re trembling now, legs tight, breaths shallow. It’s too much and not enough all at once.

      Your release hits without warning, rushing over you in a silent wave of heat and muscle. You squeeze your thighs together, trying not to make a sound, biting the inside of your cheek until your vision blurs.

      Noctis finally slows. His fingers slide out, soaked. He casually brings his hand to his mouth, licks one knuckle clean. You whip your head toward him, eyes wide.

      He shrugs, smirking. “Gotta keep my hands clean while I drive.”

      You try to breathe normally. From the backseat, Prompto looks up, cheerful as ever.

      “Hey, why’s your face all red?”

      You glare forward. “Sunburn.”

      Noctis just laughs under his breath and takes the next left.

      The car’s engine clicks softly as it cools, the scent of warm metal and dirt drifting through the air. You step out on unsteady legs, stretching like nothing’s wrong. Like Noctis didn’t make you come in the front seat twenty minutes ago with three of his best friends less than three feet away.

      You’re still slick between your thighs. You can still feel the ghost of his fingers when you move. And when you glance at him over the roof of the car, he’s smirking, just faintly. That same infuriating, knowing look he gave you when he licked his fingers clean without shame.

      “Come on,” Ignis calls out, already unloading the gear. “The sooner we eat, the sooner we can rest.”

      Noctis stretches, cracking his neck lazily. “Mm. Yeah. Tired.”

      You roll your eyes. He is not tired.

      You help Gladiolus set up the tents, trying to stay busy. But every time you bend down, you feel his eyes on you. When you sit around the fire, you catch him across the flames, eyes half-lidded, staring like he’s still got his hand under your hoodie.

      He hasn’t touched you since the car.

      Prompto’s babbling about something, a new camera filter, but you’re only half-listening. You can’t concentrate when Noctis is sitting next to you, knees brushing yours, close enough to smell the warmth of his hoodie.

      Then his fingers brush your hand. Just once. You shoot him a look. His eyes are focused on the fire, face completely blank. He does it again. This time slower, fingers gliding along your palm like a secret. You flush, hard, but before you can snap back, Ignis stands. “I’ll clean the dishes. Don’t stay up too late.”

      Prompto yawns. “I’m crashing. Got, like, zero sleep last night.”

      Noctis raises a brow. “You snored for seven hours straight.”

      “Yeah, but it wasn’t restful,” Prom whines, disappearing into the tent. Gladiolus was already knocked out cold. Now it’s just the two of you.

      The silence is immediate. The only sounds are the distant crickets and the soft crackle of the fire. You glance at Noctis. He’s already staring.

      “You gonna keep teasing me all night?” you murmur, voice low.

      His lips twitch. “Thought I was being subtle.”

      “You were not.”

      He shifts, closer now, arm brushing yours. “You liked it.”

      “I liked it when I could actually touch you,” you shoot back, eyes narrowing.

      That does it. He leans in, slow and deliberate, his voice like smoke. “Car. Now. Or I swear to the Six, I’ll take you right here.”

      Your heart stutters. “You wouldn’t.”

      “Try me.”

      You stare at him, eyes narrowing in hard. He didn’t look like he was bluffing. “Fine.”

      Regalia creaks slightly as Noctis slides into the back seat with you, the car doors barely clicking shut. It’s past midnight. The fire’s out. The others are asleep in their tents just a few feet away. And yet, here you are, pressed against black leather, Noctis’ hand sliding under your shirt.

      “This is a bad idea,” you whisper, breath shaky.

      His mouth finds your neck. “Then stop me.”

      You don’t. In fact, you grab a fistful of his hoodie and tug him closer, kissing him like you’ve been starving for it. You kind of have. All day he’d been stealing glances at you from the driver’s seat. His hand brushing your thigh during pit stops. That smirk when you caught him checking out your legs while pretending to clean his glaive.

      Now, he’s not pretending anything. His palm cups your breast, thumb teasing over your nipple through your bra. You gasp but his hand shoots up to your mouth, muffling it instantly.

      “No sound,” he whispers, his voice all gravel and heat. “They’ll hear.”

      Your thighs clench at the command in his tone. You nod. He kisses you again slower this time, more deliberate. Like he’s savoring it. His hand dips between your legs, and you’re already wet. embarrassingly so. His smirk is smug against your lips.

      “Fuck, baby…” he breathes. “You’re soaked. Is this all from sneaking around?”

      “Maybe,” you mutter, already breathless. “You’re hot when you’re bossy.”

      He huffs a soft laugh. “You’re gonna get us caught.”

      But his fingers slip under your waistband anyway, stroking you in slow, devastating circles. You bite your lip so hard you taste blood. Then he’s tugging your pants down just enough, shifting you onto your back across the seat. It’s cramped, awkward, and still the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced.

      He kneels between your legs, head low, breath hot against your thigh.

      “You sure about this?” he murmurs.

      You thread your fingers through his messy hair and pull. “Get over here, Prince.”

      He doesn’t need more convincing. Noctis pushes inside you slow, burying himself inch by inch, stifling his groan against your shoulder. The car creaks faintly again, but it’s drowned out by your sharp inhale and the way your nails dig into his back. He moves slow at first, trying to be careful, trying to stay quiet. But the tighter you squeeze around him, the harder it gets to behave. His lips brush your ear.

      “Don’t. Make. A. Sound,” he growls, hips snapping a little harder each time.

      You nod frantically, barely able to think, let alone speak. Your legs tremble around his waist as he fucks you slow and deep, hand covering your mouth when a particularly rough thrust makes you keen.

      “Gods, you feel so good,” he pants. “I’ve wanted this all day. All week.”

      You want to tell him you’ve wanted this since you first saw him asleep in the car, mouth parted, shirt riding up to show a sliver of skin, but you can’t form words. You can only cling to him, biting down on his shoulder as your climax builds like fire under your skin. He feels it, the way you tighten around him. He picks up the pace, rougher now, barely restrained.

      You come hard, back arching, head thrown back against the cool leather. He follows a moment later, hips grinding deep, breath caught in his throat as he pulses inside you.

      When it’s over, he collapses onto your chest, both of you heaving, slick with sweat and sin.

      Silence.

      Then—

      “Next time,” Ignis’s muffled voice calls from outside the tent, “at least try to cast a silence spell.”

ᯓ NOCTIS’ love is unusual, a kind of love that’s like an inside joke only the two of you are privy to. a warm kind of string between you both, plucked with the most unconventional timing.

lowkey bunsss and rushed so im very sorry T-T

smut .ᐟ f receiving .ᐟ unprotected sex .ᐟ p in v .ᐟ noctis x fem! reader .ᐟ

𝐀𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐤, glaring at the pile of anatomy notes before me, I felt my eyelids growing heavier by the second. My head was pounding from hours of staring at the text, and my body ached for sleep.

The dorm door creaked open, and I lifted my head just enough to see Noctis walk in, rubbing the back of his neck like he always did when he was tired.

His bag hit his bed with a thud, and he exhaled heavily before flopping onto the mattress, only halfway. One leg still dangled off the edge, lazy as ever.

I swallowed a yawn, squinting at him through sleep-deprived eyes. “You done with class?” My voice came out rough from disuse—or maybe from sheer exhaustion.

“Mmhmm,” he hummed nonchalantly, looking up at the ceiling.

I shifted my focus back to my notes and textbook, trying to force my brain to process all the medical jargon. It was a futile effort—my eyes kept going in and out of focus.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Noctis sit up on his bed, his gaze heavy on me. Ignoring him, I continued to stare at my notes, willing the information to make sense in my exhausted state.

After a moment of silence, Noctis’ voice cut through the air. “Still studying?”

I let out a sigh, the sound halfway between a laugh and a groan. “Yeah, and I’m making it harder than it needs to be, it seems.” I leaned back in my chair, running a hand through my hair.

Noctis pushed himself off his bed, walking closer to where I sat. He leaned his back against my desk, looking down at the mess of notes and open textbooks on my table. His eyes flicked over the pages before settling back on me.

“Human anatomy?” he asked, a smug edge in his tone. “Come on, that’s easy.”

I raised a tired eyebrow at his nonchalance. “Easy for you, maybe.” I gestured to the array of notes and diagrams scattered across my desk. “I’m drowning in terms and functions I can’t remember.”

Noctis smirked, clearly amused by my struggle. “You’re overthinking it.”

I sighed, rubbing my temples in frustration. “Maybe,” I conceded, “But if I could just see it visualized in front of me, I think I could actually get something done.”

Noctis chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. “Are you saying you need a model?” he asked, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

I rolled my eyes, already dreading where this was headed. “No, not like that.”

Noctis leaned in closer, a smug expression on his face. “Well,” he began, “You’re studying a male human body, and there so happens to be a male right here.” He gestured to himself.

"Lemme help you out.”

Without a second thought, Noctis pulled his shirt over his head, revealing sculpted muscles and defined abs. He tossed the shirt carelessly in the direction of his bed.

Noctis leaned back against the desk, folding his arms across his bare chest. His smirk hadn’t diminished, and he looked like he was enjoying this far too much. He glanced down at the open textbook, then back at me.

“Where shall we start?” he repeated.

As I delved into my notes, my focus intense, Noctis simply stood there, letting me work. I pointed at various body parts, listing their functions and characteristics as I circled them with a pen.

I refused to touch him in any way, and his smirk only deepened. It was like he was enjoying watching me work, but also the fact that I was being completely oblivious to the effect his toplessness was having on me at the time.

I tried my best to remain stoic, to maintain my professional demeanour, but damn, it wasn't easy. Every time I glanced up, the view of those rock-hard abs was almost hypnotizing.

I had to make a conscious effort to keep my breathing deep and even, to keep my hands from gripping something other than my pen.

The urge to run a finger over his muscle ripples was overwhelming, but I pushed it aside, determined to finish my study session.

Finally, I finished listing the last of the body parts, my hand cramping slightly from the constant writing. I let out a sigh and looked up at Noctis, stating, “All done.”

Noctis smirked in response, and without warning, grabbed my hand. “Now let’s test your knowledge,” he said, positioning my hand on his bicep. “See if you can remember.”

My breath hitched as his fingers guided mine over the defined curve of his bicep, warm under my touch. “Go on,” he murmured, voice low and teasing. “Name it.”

I swallowed hard, my pulse betraying me as I forced out the term from memory. “Biceps brachii” My words trailed off as his grip shifted my hand lower, skimming over the firm plane of his abdomen.

“Correct,” he hummed, clearly enjoying this far too much. His thumb pressed lightly against my wrist—just enough to feel my racing heartbeat. “Next?”

His fingers lingered, sliding my palm up to the broad slope of his shoulder—deliberate, unhurried. “Deltoid,” I breathed out, barely above a whisper.

Noctis let out a low chuckle. “Good.” His hand didn’t stop guiding mine downward, tracing the ridges of his collarbone next.

“Clavicle,” I managed before biting my lip as his fingers laced with mine completely, pulling them flush against the steady beat beneath his ribs. His heartbeat matched mine now—wild and off-rhythm.

Noctis tilted his head slightly toward where our hands rested over warmth and muscle and life pulsing under skin that suddenly felt too hot to bear.

The intensity in the room thickened as his hands moved ours lower, over the flat planes of his stomach, the muscles shifting with each breath.

I knew I was in trouble when I couldn’t name what I was touching at first—my mind was just too distracted by the sensation. His fingers intertwined with mine, the heat emanating from his skin, the quiet, intimate space between us.

When I finally spoke, it was barely above a whisper. “I can’t... I don't know…” I stumbled out.

Noctis smirked. “Try again.”

I took a shuddery breath, trying to concentrate, to pull myself together. “Rectus abdominis,” I managed, but my voice cracked slightly.

“Hmm...” Noctis hummed, still guiding our hands over the ridges of his abs, the movements slow, almost lazy now.

His eyes never left my face, tracking my every reaction, his smirk widening as my pulse raced. “That’s right.”

His smirk deepened as my fingers trembled against his skin, the textbook completely forgotten. “You missed one,” he murmured, deliberately moving my hand lower—just above the waistband of his sweats.

My breath caught. “That's—that’s not on the quiz.”

Noctis laughed low in his throat, all confidence and amusement and something far more dangerous than anatomy notes between us now.

“Extra credit, then.”

He left my hand there, resting against where the muscles tapered into the vee of his hips, a silent invitation. “Come on,” he murmured. “You were doing so well.”

This time, my voice was barely there at all. “Internal oblique.”

Noctis nodded, his fingers gently guiding mine again, tracing the ridges as if they were as familiar as lines of a map. “And?” He prompted.

“And... external oblique,” I breathed out, my eyes darting up to his.

Noctis smiled, a cocky, satisfied grin. “A+” He let my hand fall back to my side, a mix of relief and disappointment flooding me as the contact ended. I glanced down at my fingers, as if to make sure they still even worked.

Noctis leaned back against the desk once more, his smirk morphing into an actual smile, a rare and genuine expression. “You passed”

“Thanks,” I said, my voice sounding surprisingly shaky in the now-quiet room.

Noctis nodded, his hand still lingering on my waist as he looked at me from under his eyelashes. “No problem,” he replied, his gaze roaming unabashedly from my eyes down to my lips.

The proximity was suddenly overwhelming, the room too warm, too small. His touch was like fire, even through the fabric of my shirt.

Noctis leaned in, his movements slow, almost lazy, closing the gap between us inch by inch.

My brain was foggy and slow, too consumed by the adrenaline rush and the proximity to even think straight. Even so, I couldn’t resist tilting my chin upward, meeting him halfway. His breath was warm against my skin as his hand on my waist tightened, pulling us closer together.

My hands found purchase on the firm planes of his chest, his name a whispered curse on my lips.

“Noctis…”

The sound of his name on my lips seemed to snap the tension, and he bridged the last remaining distance, his mouth capturing mine in a searing kiss.

One hand fisted in the back of my hair, the other gripping my waist possessively. His tongue swiped against my lower lip, demanding entrance.

I parted for him, a soft gasp escaping me as he deepened the kiss, his grip holding me there—like a drowning man finding an anchor.

His hands started to wander, running up the sides of my ribcage, fingertips grazing the edge of my bra through the thin fabric of my shirt. He swallowed my gasp as he pressed the length of his body against me, his thigh sliding between mine.

I moaned into his mouth as he continued his assault, his touch becoming more demanding—more determined. His hands moved from my waist to the hem of my shirt, lifting it up slowly.

“Off,” he murmured against my lips, his tone brooking no argument.

I complied, my fingers finding the hem of my shirt and helping him to pull it up and over my head. The air was cool against my heated skin, but it didn’t matter—not when his hands were immediately back on me, tracing the contours of my body.

Noctis captured my mouth in another kiss, this one even more passionate and intense than before. His tongue explored, his teeth nipped at my lower lip, and my knees almost buckled beneath me.

Noctis hoisted me up effortlessly, my back hitting the cool, hard surface of the desk. Papers went flying as he swept his arm across, clearing a space for my body.

My legs wrapped around his waist automatically, his hands gripping my thighs tightly as he deepened our kiss.

His lips never left mine as he ground against me, the hard length of him pressing against my core. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers digging into his hair as I pulled him closer. He tasted like sin and desire, and I was drowning in it.

Noctis broke the kiss only to trail his lips down my neck, sucking and biting gently. His hands released my thighs to roam up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts through the thin fabric of my bra. My head fell back, giving him more room as I gasped and arched into his touch.

A soft whimper escaped my lips as he sucked hard enough to leave a mark on my neck. His hands were now firmly on my breasts, squeezing gently through the fabric.

The sensation made my legs tighten around him instinctively. He growled low in his throat at the sound, nipping at my pulse point.

“N-Noctis” I moaned, my voice trembling as he kneaded my flesh and pinched my sensitive peaks through my bra.

My whimpers filled the room, mixing with the sound of his wet kisses on my neck. “F-Fuck”

Noctis' lips left a trail of fire down my chest, over my stomach, until he was on his knees between my legs. His eyes met mine as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and underwear, slowly pulling them down my thighs.

He pushed my legs wider apart, his hands resting on my inner thighs as he looked up at me with a hungry gaze.

Without warning, he buried his face between my legs, his warm breath hitting my sensitive core. I cried out loudly, my hands gripping the edge of the desk for support.

His tongue flicked out, licking a long stripe up my slit before focusing on my clit. He sucked gently, then harder, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves while his fingers dug into my thighs.

“Oh god, oh fuck, Noctis!” I was a mess of moans and whimpers, my hips bucking involuntarily against his face.

He added a finger inside me, then two, pumping them in time with his tongue's movements. The dual sensation was overwhelmingly pleasurable.

I grabbed his head, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pressed him harder against my pussy. My moans grew louder, more desperate.

“Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop,” I begged, my hips grinding shamelessly against his face.

My head fell back, my mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure as he ate me out like his life depended on it. My thighs trembled on either side of his head, my core tightening around his fingers as he curled them just right.

With a final, hard suck on my clit, he sent me over the edge. I came undone, my body shaking violently as waves of pleasure crashed over me.

My hands gripped his hair tightly enough to hurt as I rode out my orgasm, throwing my head back even further. “FUCK!”

I pulled his head back, breaking the seal between his mouth and my pussy. His eyes were indeed glossy with desire and satisfaction, his lips shiny with my wetness.

Before he could react, I pulled him up by his hair and crashed my lips against his again. “Mmmph,”

Our kiss was sloppy and desperate, tongues sliding against each other as I slowly reached into his sweats. My hand wrapped around his hard length, making him groan into my mouth. He hovered over me, arms bracketing my thighs, letting me explore and stroke him through his sweats.

“Fuck,” he hissed against my lips, his hips bucking slightly into my hand.

His eyes were dark with lust as he watched me stroke him slowly through the fabric of his sweats. I could feel how hot and hard he was, and it made my pussy throb with need.

He looked back up at me. Our noses brushed against each other, our breaths mingling as I finally pulled his cock out of his sweats.

He was thick and hard, the tip already glistening with precum. I stroked him slowly, my thumb spreading the wetness around his head.

“Baby...” he breathed, his voice shaking with restraint.

His arms trembled as he held himself above me, giving me full control. I wrapped both hands around him, stroking faster now that there was no fabric in the way.

“Shit... like that...”

His forehead pressed against mine, his mouth falling open in a silent ‘O’ as I jerked him off.

His eyebrows were scrunched together in pleasure, little sounds escaping his throat that I’d never heard before—needy, desperate noises that made my core ache. “Y/N...”

I looked him up and down. His broad shoulders were bunched with tension, muscles flexing every time my hands moved down his length.

His abs were tight and defined, leading down to that ‘V’ that made girls drool. His eyes were darkly handsome, his lips red and puffy from making out. “Fuck,”

I couldn’t believe this was happening. Noctis, my roommate—who I’d known for months and never once thought about in a sexual way—was hard as steel in my hands, his face contorted with pleasure because of me. His hair was messy from my fingers running through it during our kisses.

His hips jerked involuntarily as I tightened my grip and started twisting my wrists on the upstroke. A strangled moan escaped him, his forehead pressing harder against mine so our noses were almost touching.

Pre-cum leaked more profusely from his tip, coating my hands. “Stop...”

“Stop?” I teased, slowing down my strokes to almost nothing. My thumbs traced patterns on his sensitive head, knowing full well what that word really meant.

“You don’t like this?” I batted my eyelashes innocently, watching his eyes darken even more with lust and frustration.

“You know what I meant,” he gritted out, his hips twitching for more friction. “You jacking me off like this... it feels too good. You’re gonna make me cum in two seconds.” His eyes dropped down to watch my hands again.

“Shit!” He lurched forward suddenly, his abs tightening as his release hit him without warning.

He came hard, hot strings of cum shooting onto my stomach, coating my hands a second later. His eyes screwed shut, mouth open in a silent cry.

His body shook with aftershocks, his length pulsing in my hands as he emptied himself onto me. His forehead stayed pressed against mine, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. As he came down from his high, he opened his eyes to find me staring at him with wide, shocked eyes.

He looked down at my shocked expression, noticing how I was staring at him like I’d never seen him before. A slow, lazy smile spread across his face.

He leaned in slowly, pressing his lips against mine in a gentle kiss. “I need you,” he murmured against my mouth.

I pulled him closer without breaking the kiss, my legs wrapping around his hips to line him up with my entrance.

I was so wet that I knew he’d slide in easily. “Then take me,” I demanded, breaking the kiss to look into his eyes. “If you’re gonna fuck me, fuck me.”

His pupils dilated with desire at my commanding tone. Without another word, he grabbed my thighs and lifted them higher around his waist, positioning himself perfectly at my entrance.

In one smooth thrust, he buried himself inside me to the hilt, making us both groan loudly as he stretched me open.

I moaned loudly as he filled me completely. He held still inside me, giving my body time to adjust to his size. His hands squeezed my thighs possessively as he watched my face intently, taking in every reaction. The head of his cock pressed against that sweet spot inside me already.

Once he could tell I was adjusted to him, he started moving slowly at first—deep, steady thrusts that hit my cervix with every stroke.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in slowly. “You’re so tight.”

His slow movements quickly grew faster and harder. His hips snapped against mine, making my breasts bounce and my legs shake.

“Take my dick, baby,” he growled, his hands gripping my thighs harder. “Take it all.”

He lifted one of my legs higher over his shoulder, changing the angle and hitting a spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes.

He started pounding into me relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room.

He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a fierce kiss as he continued to fuck me senseless. His tongue mimicked the movements of his hips, thrusting in and out of my mouth in sync with his cock inside me.

“Mmmphh...!” I moaned into the kiss, my legs shaking violently as he hit that spot over and over.

My nails dug into his back, scratching him hard as I held on for dear life. “A-Ahhn... N-Noctis! Right there! Don’t stop”

Noctis buried his face in my neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin as he held onto the edge of the desk and slammed into me mercilessly.

I held onto the back of his head, holding him in place as I moaned his name like a prayer. “N-Noctis!”

I couldn’t believe that studying the human anatomy with Noctis had led to this. I never expected that learning about bones and muscles would end with Noctis’ thick dick stretching out my pussy.

He lifted his head up briefly, looking at me with dark, hungry eyes. “You like that?” he growled, slamming into me even harder. “You like how deep I’m in?”

With one hand still gripping the desk, Noctis used his other hand to roughly pull down my bra, exposing my breast.

He immediately captured my hard nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting as he continued to pound into me. I was a mess, completely lost in pleasure.

“Fuck, your tits are perfect,” he groaned against my nipple before switching to the other one.

His hips moved faster, his cock slamming into me with brutal force. The desk shook violently under us, threatening to collapse from the intensity.

The desk slammed against the wall with each brutal thrust, leaving dents in the drywall. Noctis was fucking me so hard that the entire room shook. The wet sounds of our coupling filling the air alongside my desperate moans and his grunts of pleasure.

Noctis’ grip on the desk tightened, his knuckles turning white as he let out a low whimper, his hips moving faster and faster.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so good,” he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure.

“Oh my god, right there! Yes, yes, YES! Don’t stop!” I screamed, my orgasm building rapidly. My pussy tightened around his cock as I got closer and closer to the edge. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Where do you want it?” he whispered harshly against my neck, not slowing down his brutal pace.

I moaned loudly, my head falling back against the wall as I clenched around him desperately. “Inside!” I cried out.

Noctis growled possessively at my answer, his hips moving faster and harder than before. “You want my cum inside this pretty little pussy?” he asked gruffly.

I nodded frantically, unable to form words as my orgasm crashed over me. “Yes!”

As I screamed through my orgasm, my nails dug into Noctis’ back, leaving deep scratches as pleasure overwhelmed me completely.

The desk slammed against the wall one final time before Noctis threw his head back with a loud groan, “Take it all like a good girl..”

Noctis’ head fell into the crook of my neck as he emptied himself inside me deeply. His hot seed filled my womb rapidly, overflowing and spilling down onto the floor. His body covered mine, trying to catch his breath.

I kissed along his sweaty face and neck gently, coming down from my high slowly. My legs wrapped around his waist loosely, keeping him close.

“Mmm... Noctis,” I murmured against his skin, nuzzling into him affectionately. He hummed softly in response, nuzzling back.

Noctis chuckled softly against my neck, his warm breath tickling my skin. “Didn’t know helping you study the human anatomy would end with me fucking you senseless on the desk,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.

He pulled back slightly to look at me, a smirk playing on his lips as he rested his forehead against mine. “Though I have to admit, this is definitely the most... hands-on way to learn about human anatomy.”

His hand slid down to gently squeeze my ass. “How about again but I bend you over the desk instead?” He asked teasingly.

Noctis laughed as I pushed him back playfully, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “You wish,” I retorted, smiling back at him.

“Unfortunately, I have a test tomorrow morning, so I need to get some rest.” I sighed, stretching my arms above my head.

Noctis walked between my thighs slowly, his hands resting on the desk on either side of my hips. He leaned in close, kissing me deeply and slowly, trying to tempt me to change my mind. His tongue slid against mine persuasively as he pressed gentle kisses along my jaw and neck.

“Mmm...” I moaned softly into the kiss, my hands sliding up his bare chest. But then I remembered the massive test awaiting me tomorrow and forced myself to pull back with a regretful sigh.

“Noctis, I mean it,”

“Please?” He whined softly, kissing me again slowly and deeply, his hands sliding up my thighs possessively.

“Just one more time.” His voice was low and pleading against my lips, his body pressing between my thighs temptingly.

Before I knew it, I was bent over the desk with Noctis behind me, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he slammed into me from behind hard and fast.

“NOCTIS!” I screamed out his name, my hands trying to grip the edge of the desk tightly as he fucked me mercilessly.

The next morning, I walked into the classroom. My mind replaying the intense memories from last night. The human anatomy test was a breeze—muscle memory kicking in thanks to Noctis' thorough “study session.”

After submitting my test and receiving confirmation that I had passed the class, I walked back to our shared dorm room with a triumphant smile.

As I entered, I saw Noctis sitting at his desk, focused on his laptop. I closed the door behind me and announced proudly, “I passed.”

Noctis immediately got up from his seat and walked over to me, his arms wrapping around my waist possessively. “I’m guessing our intense ‘study session’ last night really paid off,” he murmured against my ear, his voice low and smug.

I smiled mischievously and replied, “I’m guessing so.” Noctis chuckled softly before his arms tightened around my waist and he whispered huskily in my ear, “Now that I’m thinking about it, I have another ‘lesson’ I need to teach you...”

“Oh yeah?” I asked playfully, already feeling myself getting aroused from his tone alone.

“What subject is this?” I asked. His hands slid down to squeeze my ass firmly.

“Human reproduction,” he replied gruffly, pressing his growing erection against me.

Noctis didn’t waste any time. He picked me up effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me to his bed.

With a hungry kiss, he laid me down gently before climbing on top of me, ready to give me another intense lesson.