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This would be a pair a woman would wear to seduce a man, and the thought of one of these princes, or god forbid that dog of yours, being privy to witnessing what you wore under those modest clothes of yours made his blood boil.

He hadn’t pegged you to be so bold. 

Yet as he mulled over the idea, his anger simmered down.

Perhaps seducing a certain someone had been your intention, because Gilbert never held the urge to steal underwear like a common pervert until he picked the lock on your door tonight.

It was routine by now for him to do so when the two of you had rarely saw each other that day. One you had grown to expect by now, due to previous experiences where you sat reading on your sofa, greeting him with little reluctance the moment the door clicked open.

And with such a common occurrence, it had left Gilbert’s eye wide tonight when the door unlatched, leaving him to see the clothes of the supposed shy little rabbit brazenly scattered about your bedroom.

Trailing his eye from one piece of clothing to the next, he had realized the path led towards the bathroom. What would have made you so eager to bathe? But the answer he was seeking was resting on top of your discarded skirt; a dark pair of underwear, as if left out with the intention of him stumbling upon them. And on closer examination, it became evident of why you had been so eager to rush into the only room you had solely to yourself.

Your arousal on such clear display felt like a quiet, unspoken present you were leaving him. 

And who was he to reject such a thoughtful gift?

.

Prize in hand, Gilbert now lay haphazardly on the bed in the sanctity of this guest room, stripped down to his slacks and shirt. He was too focused on working his belt off to care about comfort, anticipation thrilling through him as he surveyed the cloth yet again, eyes glued to the damp spot where your pussy had been rubbing against not too long ago.

Pressing the wet fabric against his nose, he shuddered as he took the first inhale of your scent. The moment that he finally discovered just how much the smell of your arousal made his imaginations pale in comparison, shivers shot down his spine, and he grinned while taking another deep huff.

This is what you smelled like as you sat beside him, flustered with all his teasing? Just the image of you sitting there, scolding him all the while you dampened your naughty underwear, had him forgo his earlier intentions of taking this slow. 

He bit down on his gloved finger, yanking off the fabric and letting it lazily fall onto his shoulder, too preoccupied with embedding this scent to memory.

You, with your sickening way of believing in the ‘pure’ heart of everyone, getting so excited at just being near him; a man referred to being a ‘Worldwide Disaster’.

Gilbert groaned. Hands fumbling with undoing his zipper as he remembered pulling you into his lap earlier today. You had been so engrossed in your novel that you wouldn't pry yourself from the words to even look at him, and now he was fantasizing that the reason your cheeks bloomed such a deep hue was from the tantalizing shame of getting aroused by him brazenly sliding you onto him, from each time he demanded your attention with a nip to your ear.

You had sworn it was due to how rude he was, but he hadn't missed feeling you tightly press your thighs together as you continued to sit obediently on his lap. He assumed it was from embarrassment, but evidence of the contrary was currently pressed against his face.

You had been thinking about it all day, hadn't you? Thinking about the deliciously vile ways the two of you could take advantage of the fact no one wanted to be near either of you, thinking about all the ways Gilbert could pin you against that table in the library, or the door to your room, and bring you to prayer with how badly you wanted his cock nestled between your inner walls. 

Just as he had.

"Mmph, haha…"

By the time his cock hit the cold air, precum was already glistening along the tip. Gilbert's own gasp from the sensation rewarded him with another wave of your scent. With his focus stolen by the silk, he clumsily reached for the lotion in his nightstand, slickening his hand before finally bringing it back to his aching length.

He felt lightheaded from just the smell of you alone, but when he pressed his tongue to the damp fabric and was gifted with a hint of your taste, his eye rolled back, a heady moan falling out from between his parted lips. Squeezing the head of his cock in conjunction just made his hips jut up impatiently. God, how he wanted to take this slow before. But with the realization that his naive little rabbit got wet at just spending time with him, to the point of rushing to relieve yourself in the only room that promised you privacy, had his hand roughly working at himself as his thoughts spiraled.

Gilbert wanted you, he wanted this same taste spread along his tongue, pressed against your warmth. He wanted you begging for even just the tip of his tongue to play with you, pleading for him to lap at your juices, your face blazing with shame for finally letting your desires known.

He wanted to make you his. Have everyone in this damned place hear the way you would be unable to hide your screams of his name with how hard he pounded into you.

Thick droplets of precum leaked down his cock, slickening his knuckles as they traveled over his fingers. Gilbert continued to pump himself harder, the timing of his thrusts into his fist slowing as he imagined each one being buried into your swollen cunt instead.

God, he wanted to fuck you within an inch of your life. 

Now damp with his saliva, Gilbert finally pried the cloth away from his face, panting. That pretty pair of underwear, soiled by his spit and the arousal you barely hid. With it already being so perverse, what would it matter if he followed his base impulses? 

A breathy sigh escaped him as your underwear pressed against the glans of his dick, the thick length twitching at Gilbert knowing his rabbit was wearing this not too long ago.

Now here he was, letting his fingers tangle with the fabric as he thrusted his flushed head against the gusset.

His breath came out unsteady, knowing his precum was mixing with the traces of your arousal.

Did you play with yourself while wearing these? Were there moments through the day where, when alone, you pressed against your warmth to ease the pain of that excitement? Or did you manage to wait until alone in your bedroom, rubbing your clit impatiently while stripping off layers?

The idea of you in the bath, getting rid of pent up arousal to thoughts of Gilbert fucking you senseless, made his balls clench.

Throwing his head back, Gilbert closed his eye as he pumped harder, trying to keep his voice quiet as another fantasy filled his head.

The sensation of your silken undergarment rubbing against him so delightfully fueled the imagining of pressing you against that vanity in your bedroom, skirt yanked up roughly as he nestled his cock between your plush thighs. Your underwear becoming more soaked with each thrust he delivered, teasing your clit by only rubbing through the thin, silky fabric the two of you were ruining.

Your voice would be hoarse from shame, tears filling your eyes as frustration coursed through you, but you'd be begging for him to plunge his thick length into your dripping cunt, swollen with need.

And just the thought of finally crossing that forbidden threshold, finally feeling your inner walls clench and milk his cock as you cried out his name, had Gilbert close to the edge.

He stopped his desperate thrusts to focus on massaging his frenulum with the dampened spot he was obsessed with, quietly gasping as each, impatient rub to the sensitive area pushed him further and further, until-

"Ngh!"

The intensity of his orgasm stole his breath, his legs shaking as he tried to keep massaging himself through it all, wanting to get every bit of his cum soaked into the gusset of your underwear. Each thick, strong spurt was imagined to be shot into your welcoming cunt, and it wasn’t until that fantasy faded away that Gilbert finally took in a harsh breath. 

Lifting his head, Gilbert’s darkened eye surveyed what he had done. What hadn’t soaked into your fabric had dribbled down his length, and his own hand was slick with his fluids. Weakly, he pulled his hand away, unable to recall a time when touching himself had left him this winded.

Seeing the evidence of his debauchery mixing in with what remained of yours, Gilbert stalled as his breathing steadied. The urge to lap at his own mess just to experience the taste of the two of you was appealing, but… 

Letting you see what he had gifted you in return seemed much more gratifying.

EDIT 8/22/23: I've made a sequel to this fic, titled Helpless Desires. If you enjoyed this, feel free to check it out.

(The rest of the author notes are from the original 3/20/23 upload date)

……..I don’t have an explanation for this. I just like guys jackin off.

I don’t think Gilbert would really do this, but fiction is for exploring what isn’t covered in canon. *coughs* Or the fantasies, no matter how unrealistic, you have of your faves.

Not accepting criticisms, as I am aware not much info is out in ENG for Gilbert, but if you think there is a tag/warning I should add that I managed not to cover, please let me know! Thank you!

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