#sub bsd x reader

Halloween. One of your least favourite holidays, for reasons you couldn’t explain to others. This cursed day would always bring forth a ton of misfortune upon you, leaving you to deal with the consequences and aftermath. And you’ve got nothing to curse at but your own DNA.

That’s right, you were a vampire, and so the eerie atmosphere of this special day should normally make you feel at home, no? Wrong. This festival came to be precisely because some unknown effects caused monsters and the like to be the most active on this specific night, making them go berserk, and you were no exception. Your primal instincts would flair up the moment the sun sets, with this indescribable sense of bloodlust overtaking your rationality.

Normally you regulated your cravings with animal blood, yet you knew your body was subconsciously desiring the fresh blood of mortals. This self-starving diet on top of your intensified hunger was the root of many past accidents, leading to your cover of being a normal human blown and ending with you attacking whichever unfortunate soul crossed your path. It has gotten you into quite the troubles before, which is why you’ve resorted to locking yourself up in your room.

Right now, you were sitting on your bed, windows locked and curtains closed, hands bawled into fists as you tried to regulate your breathing. Deep breaths, deep breaths… it will be fine, you won’t wake up to another grotesque picture this year, you’ll just wake up in your bed as if nothing happened. You held onto that wavering hope as the faint light seeping from behind the curtains began to lower, turning into a magenta hue.

Your skin crawled with tension, the memory of the metallic smell of blood was so vivid you could smell it in your nostrils. How amazingly tempting it was… your thirst began to deepen with each passing second, slowly turning you into a mindless fool. It was almost time, you can do this—

…

Huh? Did someone just knock on your door? Seriously? Did it have to be right now? “I’m busy and tired, whatever you want from me, save it for tomorrow.” You shouted, thinking it would be enough to stop whoever was bothering you, yet to your dismay, he was quite persistent

Cheeky/flirty types:

“Wait for tomorrow? Don’t tell me you planned on staying cooped up here all night when it’s Halloween!”

A cheerful voice rang from behind the door, and he unlocked it with the spare key you’ve hidden somewhere. How did he even know you had an extra one? “Wait, don’t come in-” too late, he already swung the entrance to your room open, barging in without an invitation. “Come on~! Don’t you want to dress up in sexy costumes~?” Hearing that did got you curious what he was planning, but you resisted the temptation. You’ve managed to fool him for so long, you didn’t want your cover blown.

“Leave me alone and don’t get any closer, just— go out on your own or something.” You groaned, annoyed at his antics. “Tsk, no fun.” The male scoffed, yet he didn’t listen to you and popped down on the edge of your bed anyway, prodding insistently, “you are acting like such a killjoy~” He has always been rather obnoxious, though this time he was truly testing your patience. Perhaps it was because you were already worked up, which was why his provocations began getting under your skin.

This man, he truly had no clue what personal space was, getting all close to you, arms brushing together, his breath tickling your face… you didn’t know what has gotten into him for him to suddenly act so seductive, it made you want to give in to your urges and sink your fangs into him. It couldn’t be just your imagination, no? Your brain was all fuzzy and heavy now from holding back, the only thing that caught your attention was this five course meal in front of you, smelling devilishly good.

You tried to make him leave, yet he was so damn stubborn, determined to take you along. This half-hearted fight lasted until your last piece of restraint snapped, breath coming in ragged pants. Somehow the mood changed, he could tell, it seems you didn’t take his jokes well. “Y/n, what’s wrong~ don’t be so sulky-” before he could even finish his sentence, he’s been pinned down, with his back sinking into the soft mattress. Your hands were on his shoulders as you pushed him, one knee found its way between his slightly parted legs, earring a sharp gasp from the male.

“Y/n? Are you that eager? How lewd~” He was still his usual self, chatting and smirking, at least until you ripped his clothes off with one yank, revealing his flushed torso. “…huh…?” A mix of surprise and embarrassment briefly washed over him, though he didn’t have much time to get adjusted to this strange situation before you grabbed him by his chin and made him face sideways, revealing his throat to you, all vulnerable and bare. It didn’t take long before you bit down with no care for his comfort, teeth splitting his skin to free the blood hidden beneath.

A sudden pain broke out where you marked him, and he didn’t manage to cover his mouth in time, “ah-ahHhnnGh…!! ♡♥︎” what the… did he just moan…? The pain didn’t even feel good, or did it? Unbeknownst to him, your saliva had an aphrodisiac effect, causing him to shiver and squirm in pleasure, eyes half-lidded as he whimpered softly. “Hnngh… ah, f-feels good, bite mhMmff harder…♡” the boy mumbled before he realised, grinding his crotch against your knee while you lapped at his sweet blood, brains already melting under the sensations.

Poor thing, he was so overwhelmed he completely forgot about the fact that you were sucking his blood, though he still somehow registered that you were a vampire in the back of his head. Soon after he turned all delirious and pliant, body getting weak and heated, chasing more and more pleasure. His pupils changed into hearts, tongue lolling out as he whored himself out for your pleasure. Encouraging you with the sweetest whines when you pulled back to grab him by his thighs,

You brought his legs to his chest, keeping him trapped underneath you as you licked over the wound you created, contemplating were to place the next bite . “Ahh~ ngHh… c’monnn, s-suck me dry ♡♡♡” he groaned into your ear, humping you with his hips as much as the position allowed. What a naughty boy, he still didn’t understand how dangerous this was? Guess you had to teach him with a first-hand experience, devouring him until he understood his place ♥︎

Needless to say you woke up next morning to another ‘accident’

Serious/quiet types:

“This matter is quite urgent, sorry, I have to inform you as soon as possible.”

The rather troubled voice caught your attention, and you couldn’t help but groan in annoyance. How comes coincidentally on this cursed day you are needed? You glanced over to your windows, there wasn’t much time left, so you should finish whatever he wanted quickly. With that being said, you got up and ran towards the door, leaning against it with your ear pressed to it, “what’s the matter?” Due to the rattling of the doorknob you knew he was trying to come in, but you weren’t going to let him.

“I need a private environment to tell, it’s kind of secretive.” He whispered, just loud enough for you to pick up. Wasn’t this private enough already? No one else would be able to hear what he had to say, no? “Y/n, I’m sorry, but could I please enter?” The male asked again, and a sudden wave of nausea washed over you. Even with the door locked and shut like this you could smell the sweet scent of blood, it drove you crazy. “…do you have a wound right now?” You wondered, taking him by surprise, the thirst within you was getting stronger.

A moment of silence passed before he said, “no, I don’t.” That means just having him this close to you was sufficient for you to smell that dizzying fragrance… This wasn’t good, you couldn’t hold back any longer, your instincts were overwhelming you. Suddenly, the entrance swung open, and he fell forward since he was also leaning against the door, tripping inside with a few step. “Ah, thank you for accommodating me. I promise it will be quick—” He didn’t even finish his sentence before you pinned him to the wall, caging him between your arms.

Without giving him any time to react, you tried to bite him, though he turned his head and dodged out of reflex which led to you chomping down on his earlobe instead, leaving it tattered with a deep bite mark. “Oh dear, this is what happens when you don’t listen and stay still.” You whispered, rubbing the injury. Judging by how deep the wound was, this mark might just never fade. “MHmmm…! HnNghh ♡…?!?” The boy was shaking, holding back the yelp from the shock with both hands. He stared at you in disbelief, shivering when you licked a strip up his neck.

What was the matter with you? Your fangs were so long and sharp, much unlike your usual ones. Sure, you’ve always had sharper teeth, but this was on another level. It could only mean you were a vampire, which would explain everything that was happening to him right now. Though during the time he was thinking, you ripped his clothes to shreds and bit down near the pulse point on his neck, where the most blood was. “Ah- ahhhn…! W-wait, h-hic…” This was enough to make him tear up a little, finding the pain hard to endure.

It got better after you mixed more of your aphrodisiac saliva into his system, which turned everything to pleasure. He was feeling a mix of trepidation and shame, yet also a kind of special stimulation enough to render his brain useless. This wasn’t good, you were so close to him, drinking his life force and making it impossible for him to escape. Was he going to end up as your blood bag tonight, getting sucked dry...? Somehow, that possibility didn’t seem all that unattractive right now. This must be your saliva’s doing.

Even so you took it further by hooking a hand behind one of his knees, and raising his leg up, pressing his kneecap against his torso and spreading him for all to see. “Y-y/n… n-no, this position, i-it’s too much.. nghh ♡♥︎” he whimpered, not used to having all his intimate parts revealed and put to show like this. Despite that, he wrapped his arms around you, watching you with a lustful gaze as he waited for you to do something.

“We don’t have to do that if you don’t want to.” You mumbled, licking over the newly opened wound, “it’s enough for me when I can drink your blood.” After satisfying your cravings a little, your mind cleared up, making you a little more rational again. You had to comfort him, this almost turned into another disaster… wait, no, it was already a disaster, you almost forced— “n-no, don’t stop now.. it burns, so you take responsibility…!!” He cried out, face blushed and body weakly humping against you, seems you weren’t the only one worked up.

Oh? This was unexpected, were the effects of your natural aphrodisiac this strong, or what he being sincere? Nevertheless, he was pawning at you so adorably, begging you to do something, anything to him. With this snack pleading you so sweetly, which fool would say no? Consequences be damned, you were going to feed on him like there’s no tomorrow, hopefully he won’t end up too broken by the end of it ♥︎

Luckily, the two of you did wake up in bed and not on the floor

Shy/innocent types:

After hearing you react so strongly, he heed your words and left you alone, with a hint of worry gnawing at his conscience. You didn’t sound well, were you perhaps trying to hide your hardships? He wanted to take a look, though it was also impolite to disregard you and simply enter with no permission… he tried to distract himself, but ended up coming back a while later. The sun has already set, surely you must be asleep, so it must be fine if he snuck in for a quick second just to check on your condition…?

Once he found the spare key you told him about, he gently unlocked the door, seeing that everything was dark, the only light being the faint moonlight seeping through your closed curtains. When he approached you, getting closer to the bed, he noticed you were panting heavily, breath coming all fast and ragged as if you had some kind of chest pain. You were curled up under the blankets, so he couldn’t see you very well even with the light source in his hands.

How horrible, have you been here all alone, enduring the pain all this time? Just what happened? He climbed up the mattress with one leg and pulled the blanket back, placing his light source onto a nearby nightstand, he was just so kindhearted and caring towards you. Weirdly enough he didn’t manage to catch a single glimpse of you, because you disappeared suddenly…! At least until he felt something shove him down, noticing that your hands were on the back of his head and waist respectively. “H-huh..?! Y/n, what are you doing…?”

The male yelped, his voice coming a little muffled since you were pressing his head down against your pillows. Simultaneously, you kept his back arched and his ass high in the air, soon leaning against him with your own weight to further pin him down and restrict his movements. Shivers ran down his spine, and he tried to glance back at you, but to no avail. How did you suddenly get so strong…? And why did you pin him down like this…?

Without any warnings, you freed his nape of any hindrances and bit down with all your might, sinking your fangs into his skin, tearing it, drilling holes large enough for blood to easily flow out. You lapped it up eagerly, almost growling as you sucked and dug for more. The hand on his hips squeezing down, making him squirm, and the other one grabbed a fistful of his hair to hold him in place. If he got a single good look at you, he would have noticed you weren’t in your right mind, going berserk at the sight of this walking dessert.

“Ah-ahHhhnNGg…♥︎♡!! W-why are you biting me..? It h-hurts.. ah, no, s-stop that, y/n…” He trembled, crying out in shock, just what has gotten into you…? Even though he was so terrified about what was going to happen to him, he was strangely aroused too. This position, with you completely overwhelming him like this, how exhilarating…! He couldn’t stop his hips from grinding back against you, as if he was trying to aroused you or something. Poor thing was so embarrassed he willingly sank deeper into the pillows.

Another loud sob-moan slipped from his lips when you sucked down harshly, radiating pain and pleasure throughout his entire body, “hnNghh…♡ y-y/n… I’m scared, it feels g-good and nGhhh~ h-hurts♥︎♡♡…!” His ears and neck flushed, he wasn’t used to this kind of rough treatment, yet it was so good it confused him. Was pain supposed to bring pleasure too…? How shameful, he was showing such an unsightly sight wasn’t he? Clothes all disheveled, shaking like a leave during a storm~

His mind went all fuzzy and blank when you pulled his pants down, revealing his nude body. He stopped questioning why you were sucking his blood after coming to the conclusion you must be a vampire, instead he embraced what you gave him and only whined in silence. He didn’t think he’d end up as your blood bag, but he adored this. Being able to help you satisfy your cravings, having you need him and drink his blood so eagerly…

At least you looked quite lively, so you weren’t suffering anymore…? He had hoped so, whimpering when you pulled back, fangs leaving a fresh mark behind. “Y/n…. B-be gentle with me, please… h-hic…” The sting lingered, and he felt like an adorable rabbit trapped by its predator, at your mercy and for you to feast on. Despite his earlier resistance, he didn’t mind it at all anymore, turning all pliant and meek, wondering where you’ll bite him next~ ♥︎

You were going to teach him a whole new world tonight~

Puppy boys/eager types:

It was as if he didn’t even hear you beneath his own excitement, barging in with his tail wagging happily, the locked door proving to be no hindrance in comparison to his strength. “It’s Halloween today, y/n, let’s spend it together…!” There was so much he planning on doing with you, he even had back-up plans in case you didn’t want to do some of the stuff. First, he wanted to dress up in fun costumes, then go scare some kids asking for sweets.

You were used to his rather… energetic nature, and normally you’d smile in delight while watching him yap for hours on end, but this time…? Honestly, you weren’t in the best shape. He didn’t even notice you getting angrier with every passing second, telling him repeatedly to get out of your room, and he did a poor job at listening to you. What a bad puppy, normally he was so obedient, today must have truly been a special occasion for him.

Even so you couldn’t hold yourself back any longer, he was waltzing all around your room, leaving the sweet metallic smell of fresh blood everywhere. This man, he was testing your patience, and you were going to snap at any second. Exactly that happened as you got up from your bed, walking up to him while his back was turned to you, and wrapping a hand over his mouth from behind. “Shut up for a second.” This surprised the male, and he turned his head over his shoulder to glance at you, immediately realising he fucked up.

You were just going to send him out all cultured and nice, really, but due to your close proximity… ah, he smelled so good. Your next actions happened as you found yourself in a state of half daze and consciousness, slamming him against the wall with both hands placed on his hips. He instinctively used his own hands to prop himself, eyes widening at your bold advances with a faint blush covering his cheeks, “w-what…?” It’d be an understatement to say he was surprised.

But he was even more shocked when you ripped his shirt off, revealing his bare backside, sending shivers down his spine. As soon as he opened his lips, the hand covering his mouth took the chance to slip your digits into his wet and warm oral cavity, shutting him up for good. Your warm breath hovered over his skin, and his shoulders twitched upward in embarrassment, “y-y/n…! W-wha are yuu doin’— ahHhh…!!!” His voice hitched as you bit down on his shoulder blades, sucking the blood out of his veins. “Y-yuu..! Ah, d-did yuu jus’…!?”

Such a cute and dumb puppy, unable to form coherent sentences now with your fingers toying with his tongue. And he was drooling so much while speaking too, how messy~ you couldn’t help the low chuckle escaping the depths of your throat as you observed him with lustful eyes, wanting to devour him like the delicious looking meal he was.

On the other hand, a realisation crossed his mind. Did this mean you were some kind of… blood sucker? Like- a vampire? Was that why you were biting him like this, decorating his flesh with nothing but red marks? Somehow, he found this super arousing, in fact, his body was heating up so fast…! What was happening to him? Little did he know your saliva had aphrodisiac properties, strong enough to turn the most intense pain into pleasure. It was quite useful in keeping your prey compliant so they wouldn’t run away.

His eyes were half-lidded as he immersed himself in your attention, whining when you’d sink your fangs deeper, using him grind something disposable once used. He couldn’t help himself and ground back against you, forehead thudding against the cold wall, “ha-hnghh… ah, p-please… more, I-I want mo-more…♡♥︎♡” so eager, wasn’t he? Such easy prey he was. You pulled back a little to lick away the residual blood clinging to his skin, not wanting to waste it, and he almost cried out because he thought that was the end of this session.

Seeing that, you licked a strip down his spine, smirking when he trembled and squirmed wildly, almost crashing down with how his knees got weak. Luckily you were holding him, otherwise that would have been pretty humiliating. After a short moment of respite, he looked back at you again with those big, puppy eyes, whispering in a pleading voice, “p-please, I-i want moreee… don’t stop…♡”

It wasn’t his fault you got him this hot and bothered, and he’s been doing a good job keeping quiet, no? He hoped he did at least, wishing you were merciful enough to grant him the release he craved. Truly, he’d do anything…! Won’t you please give him what he wanted…? Since you already took his blood without asking, you decided to be nice to him, teasing him, “you are just that needy, huh?”

For the rest of the night, you two mated like animals with nothing but base desires~

Elegant/(effortlessly)seductive types:

He still opened the door, but only by a fraction, glancing inside to see how you were doing. There was actually something he wanted to lent from you which is why he entered anyway, finding it strange you didn’t react to your room being unlocked. Didn’t you just talk to him a second ago? After getting closer to where your bed was, he saw you weren’t moving much except for the heavy rise and fall of your chest. Thus he came to the conclusion you must be tired and sleeping, fascinated at the speed you could fall asleep.

Anyhow, though this was kind of impolite, he tried searching for the item by himself. He had lent stuff from you before, so it was probably alright if he took it this time without permission. At least he hoped you won’t be mad at him for sniffing around your room. Once he found the object he was looking for, the moon was already hanging high in the night sky, illuminating this almost completely dark room. Luckily he found it while there was still light, and now he was about to leave your room.

Before that he walked up to you one last time, taking a final glance at your ‘sleeping form’. You didn’t look that well, all curled up and panting like that. Were you having a nightmare? With that thought in mind, he reached out to pat your head, with the intention to smooth out your frown and ease your complexion. Once he turned around to leave, he didn’t expect you to grab him by his wrist and pull him into your bed. “A-ah..!” A small sound of surprise slipped from the male as he stumbled into your arms, confusion written all over his face.

His back was pressed against your chest, and your arms wrapped around his waist tightly, almost squeezing him. Due to the heat of the moment, he accidentally dropped the item he was holding. Hopefully it didn’t broke…! “Y/n, dear, what are you—” he was kind of speechless at what happened, hands trying to loosen your grip on him, a sense of panic washed over him, his gut was telling him this was dangerous. To his surprise, you covered his hand with yours, intertwining your fingers and making him raise one of his arms over his shoulder.

He tried to glance back at you, eyes widening as you opened your mouth, sharp fangs glinting in the faint light, before you bit down on his inner wrist. “Hnngh-ha… wait a moment, what are you..? haAahhnnGg!! ♡♥︎” A moan escaped his lips, and he shuddered as he saw the blood trickle down his forearms. This was the reality, he wasn’t seeing it wrong, you were sucking his blood like a vampire. No, not just ‘like’, you were in fact a vampire..., His hypothesis got confirmed when you whispered against his soft and tender skin, “your blood’s so sweet…”

A faint blush covered his cheeks, he didn’t know you were of another species. Was this the reason for your ragged breathing and quick heart rate, because you were craving blood? How comes he didn’t notice after all this time. But this wasn’t the time to question something like that, he could see the bloodlust in your eyes, and how much you wanted to drink him up until there was nothing left. He understood the situation, and glanced at the arm slung around his body possessively.

Then, a gentle and composed smile plastered his face as he whispered, “so that’s how it is… well, feel free to drink your fill.” You weren’t going to refuse such a kind offer, which is why you let go of his arm and instead nuzzled against the crook of his neck and nape, licking the spot, inhaling deeply and mumbling, “you smell so nice…” before you sank your fangs into his skin again, tearing the flesh, humming satisfied with how delicious the warm, red liquid was.

At the same time, you began rutting your hips into him, almost making him stumble forward as his blush intensified, spreading to his neck. Oh dear, how eager you were, he could feel it all. Even he had to take a while to think of a proper response that was how flustered he was. That’s when a smirk replaced his earlier gentle expression, with his eyes reflecting a kind of hunger similar but not quite the same as yours. His voice was so silky and sweet as he chuckled quietly, with his hands guiding yours to his spread legs, “take it all, take as much as you want ♥︎”

He truly was a temptation too great for you to resist

Tsunderes/bratty types:

You didn’t even know your words could have been ‘impolite’ to him, and apparently it was enough to tick him off so much that he entered your room without permission, leaning against the doorframe. “I had something important to say, how dare you dismiss me without hearing me out first.” Well, you just judged no matter how important his matter was, you problems had higher priority since it involved life and death. Guess it was your fault considering he wouldn’t know about the seriousness of the difficulties you were dealing with…

In any case, now you got him all worked up and nagging you with so many spiteful words, asking if you were an idiot or something. Honestly though? You felt like you couldn’t hear him very well, a beeping sound rang in your ears, and your heart was pounding in your chest. Your craving symptoms appeared even quicker than usual, was it because this fresh-looking meal was standing here right in front of you, oh so temptingly? No good, you were starting to lose your composure, you could barely look straight ahead without the smell of blood overwhelming your senses now.

Seeing you with your head lowered and gaze avoiding him, he thought you weren’t listening which was in some way correct, and he stomped closer to you with crossed arms. “Are you even listening? So ungrateful, I’m going out of my way lecturing you yet you can’t even show basic respect?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes with furrowed brows. When his gaze fell onto you again, he got caught off guard as you pulled him into your lap, his knees on either side of you as you forced him to straddled you.

His expression quickly changed from one of shock to a frown, glaring at you as he groaned, “do you have a death wish? Let go of me this instant.” He tried to peel off the arms currently holding him down by his waist, and he didn’t learn from his former mistake as he took his eyes off you. Once he glanced back, he noticed you leaning closer to his shoulder with your mouth wide open, as if trying to bite him, revealing your sharp fangs. A sense of fear coursed through him for a split second, and he reacted before his mind even registered what was happening.

You were also taken back when his hand clamped over your mouth, blocking your attempt to bite him. Then, it followed with another one of his tantrums, “what the hell are you doing…!? What’s wrong with you??” He squirmed around, trying to free himself as he shouted. That didn’t last long as you grabbed the wrist of the arm hindering you, and pulled it off with no difficulties, basically showing him you could manhandle him as you pleased. The male froze at how easily you overpowered him, wondering since when you’ve gotten this strong.

With his breath stuck in his throat, he watched as you brought his palm to your lips, and bit down roughly, leaving a bright crimson mark behind. “Ha-Hnghh…!! Y-you, ahHghhnn..?!♡♡♡” poor thing shuddered at the pain, shoulders jerking upward as he whined at the sensation of you sucking his blood out of his veins, instead replacing it with your saliva.

A sudden sense of arousal washed over him, and he tried to yank his wrist back, but his own strength was leaving his limps, betraying him. He was trembling so much, his other hand now clasped over his own lips as he tried to muffle the shameful noises leaking from his mouth. Why was his body not doing what he told it too…? Just what were you doing with him?

After a while, you let go of him, seeing a fresh bruise blooming around his wrist from how hard you held him. Then, you gripped his hips again, making him yelp before you pulled him flush against you, accidentally making him hump your thighs, “ngHhhh…mhMmff…♥︎♡ y-you bastard…” He moaned out involuntarily, not wanting to admit how good this felt.

You continued to restrict him even while he was calling you all kinds of insults again, leaning into the crook of his neck, choosing his collarbone areas as your next victim. So you licked that spot, before sinking your fangs into his flesh, and tears began rolling down his flushed cheeks. Even though he was enjoying this unknown pleasure, he still put up some resistance, snapping at you, “Uh-urGhhh… d-damn you, y/n. I-I’ll make you pay for t-this hnGhh…♡♥︎♡~” Since he was this worked up, you chuckled and said, “It’s not my fault you angered someone you shouldn’t have.”

The night was still long, you had all the time in the world to teach him some manners

Nini!rant 2.0

Finally…. Kinktober is over…! Well I still need to catch up on 8 fics but hush. I didn’t include which character I think fits which type, cuz I wanted to leave it all to ya’ll, and I decided to include it all in one post in the end. On the other hand, I limited myself to about 800 words per scenario, hehe.

Feel free to tell me which scenario for which personality type was your fav, and maybe who your fav character is and to which type you think he fits :>

This can’t be happening right now— no, nononono…! The ticket, it was still there a minute ago! Now it’s suddenly gone…? Someone must have stolen it while he wasn’t paying attention, or he simply lost it? Why did this have to happen to him…!? He’s been standing in line for the ticket booth for hours, just to get into the concert of his favourite rockstar. Now finally at the entrance to the actual show, he lost that precious piece of paper, and was stopped by the security guards.

“W-wait, I really bought it! I swear! I still had it in my pocket a second ago…!” Poe pleaded, flipping the entire contents of his bag in and out in hopes of finding the ticket. This wasn’t just some random concert, no, it was one where ranpo’s band was participating! He’s one of their most loyal fan, having supported them since their debut and never missing a single concert, he couldn’t let his streak end like this!

He was panicking so much now, dropping everything to the ground while tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. His voice trembled as he babbled on and on, holding back the other guests in the queue. “Hey you, stop hindering the others. Stand to the side, come back once you have a ticket.” One of the guards— your colleague —groaned. Already fed up with this situation.

You sighed at the pathetic sight. He truly didn’t seem like the type to lie. Besides, judging by all the limited edition merch he got, he’s also definitely not short of money to use for a measly ticket. So either he was just some poor, unfortunate soul or the world’s best actor.

“I’ll take care of that one, cover for me for a bit, yes?” You turned to the others, already bending down to give a helping hand to the pitiful guy still picking up his fallen stuff among this busy crowd. It didn’t help that everyone was too excited to really notice him, you worried he might get trampled on at this rate. It didn’t take long for you to grab him and pull him out of that group of fanatic fans.

Afterwards, you brought him somewhere quiet, hoping to talk some sense into him and have him calm down. You clicking your tongue as you scoffed, “look, I do believe you. But I can’t do anything about it, okay? Those are the rules. Maybe you should try and buy another one.” What you didn’t expect was for him to suddenly start sobbing, his voice cracking with each hiccup, “t-the booth’s are already closed! The tickets are all hic s-sold out!” Fat tears rolled down his flushed cheeks, soaking through his bangs, making them stick to his face.

“I… I’ve ne-never missed one of their concerts before…” Poe cried out, wiping at his eyes with his sleeves, “I can’t miss this..! Please, isn’t there som other way…? I-I can give you money…” Woa, now he’s trying to buy his way out of this? When you signed up to escort this guy out of the venue, you weren’t expecting such a hardcore fan. While the extra bucks would have been quite nice, you’ve got a pretty strict superior who always makes sure no bribes are accepted. Says it’s for the ‘safety of the celebrities’. Not that you can argue with that.

“Sorry, but I can’t accept your money.” You replied, crossing your arms. “Look, you gotta get it together. This isn’t the end of the world now, is it?” Obviously you had good intentions, but for some reason his weeping only got stronger as he mumbled something along the lines of ‘it is’. He was curling together and shaking now, looking just like a scared animal. What a dramatic person. Well, this wasn’t your business anymore, he’ll have to figure out what to do by himself. With that being said, you began getting back to your post, “Good luck then, stay safe.”

That’s when something tugged at your sleeves, and once you glanced back, you were inches apart from that same young man, now clinging to you with desperate eyes. Tears were still streaking down his cheeks, his dark eyes peeking out from his loose hair strands. An embarrassed yet somewhat determined gaze lingered in those pupils, and only now have you noticed— he’s quite the looker, wasn’t he?

“Please… I-I’m begging you. Please allow me into the concert, I’d do a-anything you want…!” This was quite the predicament now, he was simply too pathetic to ignore. Though he really shouldn’t say such things. Like honestly? There are so many ways to interpret that, if he were to encounter the wrong people, he’d get himself in quite the sticky situation. Did he trust you because you are a security guard or is he that naive? “Are you sure? Anything? Even if I were to tell you to strip right now?” You teased, trying to teach him a lesson to make him snap back to reality.

Yet this didn’t go as planned, and the still shaking boy gripped his coat tightly, a spark of hope reigniting in him as he asked, “…will you really let me in if I do that..?” He wasn’t seriously considering this, was he? Before you could lecture him or whatever, he was already stripping off his jacket with shaky hands, a fierce blush on his cheeks. “I-i can do it, so… please get me in.” Now that’s a turn of events you couldnt have prepared yourself for. Someone willing to sell their body for a concert? Just what kind of stupid situation did you get yourself into..?

You couldn’t help but giggle at the absurdity, chuckling, “haha! You are nuts. Don’t forget you agreed to it.” Since it had come to this, shall you simply... go along with his demands? Sure, this can still be considered taking ‘bribes’, though it’ll be much harder to prove than material bribes. Besides, you did pity him, no? This will be the only time you abuse your power, just this once, no one will have to know. Not to mention he wants it too, he begged for it first!

“Fine, let’s do it like this then. I’ll get you into that concert in return for some fun, and you don’t tell a soul about it.” In the end, you still gave in to your base desires. You took a few steps towards the male, causing him to mirror your moves to keep the distance, at least until his back hit something hard. Even then you didn’t stop closing in, cornering him. His hands were fumbling with the hem of his shirt now, face heating up as he began to understand the implications of the word ‘fun’.

“You get what I’m asking for, right, pretty boy? You can still back out, of course. I’ll let you decide.” That was what you said, though he had already made up his mind. While he didn’t understand what you saw in an average guy like him, this was a chance…! The concert was going to start in less than an hour, he couldn’t afford to be picky now. “I’ll do it… just, p-please, be quick… the show will start soon and… and I’ll need time to get inside.”

Makes sense, the place where you two were was pretty far from the entrance, it’s dead empty now that most people are inside already. Besides, it’d be suspicious if you left your position for too long, even if your colleagues are nice enough to cover for you. With all that cleared now, you trapped him between your arms and pinned him to the wall, a satisfied smirk as you hummed, “fine, we’ll go for a few quickies then. Don’t tell me to slow down later.”

No matter how innocent he appeared to be, he knew what kind of exchange you were expecting from him. He knew the moment you told him to undress. Despite being fully aware of what he got himself into, he was still surprised when you suddenly picked him up and basically molded him into position. Your hands were on his lower back and ass, holding him up, resulting in his shoulder blades being pressed into the cold surface while his crotch was flush against your pelvis.

His legs instinctively wrapped around your waist, in fear that you might drop him, and his arms did the same just with your neck. Due to how inconvenient the position was, he was forced to curve and bend, enough for him to have a perfect view on what’s going on between his spread legs. This felt… weird. He has never been manhandled, not to mention in such a manner. Was he actually getting excited at the thought? To think he’d be so light and easy to handle despite his height…!

While Poe was busy contemplating over rather insignificant details, you were working on the rest of his clothing. His belt, trousers and underwear to be specific. You didn’t care much about his shirt. Once you managed to get him out of those confines, you couldn’t help but tease, “someone’s eager here, was this your real goal actually? To get laid?” Anyone would assume that after seeing his leaking cock springing out proudly, already flushed an angry red when it slammed against his lower belly.

“N-no…! I-I wasn’t… I—” before he could finish his sentence, you already pressed your fingers against his lips, ordering him to suck on them. And he was so obedient! Parting his mouth and taking your digits inside as commanded, licking and coating them with his saliva. “You listen well, surprisingly.” You teased, pressing down on his tongue, causing him to whine and gag ever so slightly.

As soon as you deemed your fingers lubed up enough, you took them out and began rubbing them against his rim instead. Spreading the makeshift lube around evenly, taking your sweet time with the penetration. To think you scored someone as tempting as him by chance… his looks could rival the star of today’s show. You cooed at him condescendingly when his breath hitched and muscles tensed up, “oh~? Is this your first time doing it back here? You’re in for a ride then, pretty boy.”

Poe knew those weren’t just empty words, you meant it. And while the thought of it did scare him… he didn’t seem to mind it that much after all? Surely it’s because he’s getting something in return, this was just a deal, a transaction! That’s just how important ranpo’s concert is to him! Surely! Definitely…!

He didn’t have to wait long until the first knuckle breached him. The feeling was weird and foreign, yet didn’t hurt nearly as much as he feared, only a small ‘hnngh~’ slipped from his bitten-raw lips. You eased one finger inside, then two, before slowly moving them apart and stretching him out. Since this was his first time being entered, you tried to take it slow. Focusing sorely on loosening him up while not making it too unbearable.

His grip around your neck tightened, and his breathing became heavy as if he just ran a marathon. At this rate, he was going to leave marks. Seeing how tense he still was, he won’t be softening his grip any time soon, so you hummed, “relax a little, or you might miss your precious concert. I can barely move.” He tried his best to do as told, but let’s be honest… there was barely a change.

Nevertheless, you somehow managed to prepare him properly and decided he was ready for the main course. That judgement was made mostly due to the pleads of the boy to watch out for the time and him claiming you could move on to the next step. You did as requested and were currently lining the head of your cock up to his entrance, trying to ease it inside him as painless as possible, starting off slowly. It didn’t take long until the glans popped inside, then another minute until half of your shaft got swallowed by his awfully eager hole.

“What a slut, you are basically sucking me in.” You taunted, giving his weeping dick a light slap which made him gasp out loud, precum spilling everywhere. He immediately went back to biting his bottom lip in hopes of stifling any shameful noises that threatened to escape.

Considering this was his first time, he was doing pretty good. But this wasn’t fast enough for you, and so you gave him a little heads up, “you are too tight, this is taking too long, I’ll go a bit rougher.” The poor thing couldn’t even process that information or measure what ‘a little rougher’ could be, before the first sparks of ecstasy began coursing up his spine.

Because you began rolling your hips against his already, pulling out an inch and slamming more inside, using this tactic to ‘gently’ bottom out inside him, the pressure forging his insides to accommodate you. As if the persistent rubs against his wet and squishy walls itself wasn’t enough already, you just had to hit his prostate head on, sending even more electricity straight to his already overworked brain. “Ah-AhHNnng~♥︎♡!! N-nooo..! T-that place fe-feels wee~eeeird~ mHmffgg~♡♥︎♡”

Would you look at that, it took no time at all to turn this guy into a moaning, trembling mess. His whimpers are quite cute too. You wondered how his voice would sound like once you got serious. “You are so damn loud. Enjoying this? You aren’t even worried that others might hear, are you?” Your words rang in his ears, and he answered quite delayed, “I-i do…! If… if others heard— if ranpo..! Ah-hNghh I won’t be able to s-show my face~ hic ♡♥︎”

If anyone did catch you two, you could basically wave this job goodbye. Even so that was the least of your concerns right now. It only took a few more thrusts until you finally fit your entire length inside his tight passage, his ass hitting your upper thighs with each snap of your hips. Since he managed to take all of it, that means he has gotten quite used to the stretch already… so the obvious conclusion would be to go faster from here on out, no?

Needless to say, you began rutting into the boy, ramming his back against the rough wall. “Ah..!! W-wait, i d-don’t think I’m… ahNghh~ ready!! Oh- MhHmm~ t-too good, too fast ♥︎♡♡” It was enough to knock the air out of his lungs, making him whimper and cry out in pleasure as his skin reddened where it kept slapping against yours. The filthy sounds emerging from your bodies and his uselessly loud mouth were luckily muffled by the buzz of the crowd, and his cock leaked even more pre at the thought of doing this in such a public space.

Just look at him! He was making a horrible lot of mess everywhere, leaking down his own shaft and perineum, all the way to his rosy rim. Both of your hands were on his hips now as you slammed deep inside him, manhandling him as if he was nothing but your personal fleshlight. In return his toes curled and pupils rolled to the back of his head, even if it was hard to make out from behind his wet bangs. You were hitting all those places he never knew could feel so good…! He never wanted it to stop ♡

His skin was drenched in a thin layer of sweat, drool running down his chin, the shirt a crumpled up rag over his drumming heartbeat. He was leaking evidence of your debauchery onto the ground, and yet he didn’t care— the only thing occupying his mind was you and the things you do to him. It was as if he made a deal with the devil, succumbing to such sinful, base desires. Yet he couldnt help it, wouldn’t stop begging you for more.

Poe was crying out in ecstasy, especially since he was new to such extrem pleasures. It was mind-blowing, he felt his strength slipping from his limbs, starting with his fingers. His grip was slipping by itself, his consciousness blanking out from time to time. Ah, now he was kind of getting worried about you dropping him… that won’t happen, right? Because he for sure couldn’t hold on to you any longer.

With each thrust of yours, hitting that sweet spot inside him that made him moan like some slut, he could feel his voice leaking out involuntarily and his sex slapping his lower abdomen, creating sticky little strings that connected everything below his navel in a lewd spider web. He clung to you, or at least tried to, still whining and groaning so shamelessly. In truth he was embarrassed, but he couldn’t hold them back. Please forgive him for making such naughty sounds in public…?

“T-there…! Keep doing t-that, oh please…! Mhmm… ha-ngh~♥︎ I c-can’t…!” Turns out Poe was quite the debauched whore, huh? Drooling and squeaking when your cock drives into that special spot, hitting the front wall until he could swear his belly bulged. How ecstatic this was… truly an amazing feeling ♥︎— no! He has to get it together…!But, heavens, he couldn’t put it into words how amazing this felt, how he loved the burn of the stretch and the tingles blooming across his nerves.

“aNHgnMnn~ ♥︎♡ there, s-so good ♡ hNggh—NnhHngg t-too much ah, ah- Ahn~ c-cumming~!!!♥︎♡♡” Judging by how overwhelmed he was, it didn’t take long until he came for the first time, untouched even. Ropes of white semen shot out of his neglected dick, splattering his own stomach. Some even reached his sternum, pooling atop his torso like some erotic artwork. His cries stilled for a few seconds, his mouth was wide apart in a silent scream, until a drawn-out cry left the depths of his throat. Carrying all the pent-up emotions and pleasure he used to hold on to.

But you didn’t stop moving since you weren’t satisfied yet and kept the ruthless pace going. You did mention it’d be more than just one round, didn’t you? As a result, the already sensitive and overwhelmed thing came pretty quickly again, his cries a high-pitched disaster as fat, overstimulated tears trailed down his face. His pathetic cock twitching in delight and torture, the pain blurring into pleasure as he gasped and shuddered, “n-no!! No no noooo ♡♡♡ nghhNn~ it’s t-too much, so full, so mHmmfgg, gunna cum again, h-help me ♥︎”

And once more did he spill his seed and coated both your bodies in his own sticky essence, uncaring that it was currently dripping down his inner thighs and dirtying your shoe, leaving a slick trail. His body yielded, losing all tension and resistance as he slumped into your arms, eyes glassy and unfocused. Both of you must be reeking of sweat and lust, yet neither care enough.

Some distant tones were reaching your ears, signalising the impending start of the show. Though you pretended not to hear, since what happened until now was just the beginning. The thirty minutes were far from enough to satisfy you, and surely he won’t be able to attend looking fucked-stupid like this, right? So it would be fine to go for some more rounds instead?

By the end of it, Poe forgot how often he climaxed. Let’s just say it was enough to render his brain mushy and useless, every thought vaporising as all he could do was twitch and gasp for ‘more’ or ‘stop’. The concert utterly forgotten as he was rendered nothing but a whore for your cock ♡

You will never forget the day he entered through the gates of your home.

A graceful young man, with silky black hair and a soft smile on his face, applying for the spot of being your personal servant. No one knew where he came from, yet he passed every criteria with full marks. And once the head butler introduced him to you, he went on his knees, taking your hand and pressing his forehead against the back of your palm, his voice sultry sweet, “I’ll be in your care now, master. Ask anything of me.”

You were used to people flattering you due to your high ranking position and wealth, yet something about him was different. For some reason, you couldn’t shake off the nagging feeling that you were the fly trapped in melting honey.

Maybe you were being paranoid, though you could never take your eyes off him. Hesitating when he enters your office, glancing at him if he’s cleaning nearby. Something was definitely wrong about all this, even if you didn’t know the reason. You were actually so close to firing him, if not for that incident where the other servants messed with his clothes. They cut his uniform up into pieces, dumped it somewhere— typical workplace bullying. You assumed they also felt there was something wrong, and wanted him gone.

But Fyodor, that servant, was painfully stubborn. He didn’t bat an eye at the little ‘prank’ the others pulled, went into the storage room, and looked for spare clothes. That’s why on that particular day, he was serving you clad in a maid dress. If you normally couldn’t help sneak peeks at him, then now your eyes were like glued to him. A thought kept repeating itself in your mind— ‘why is he so keen on serving you? He won’t even take a single day off to arrange his former uniform.’

That’s when the seed of curiosity was sown. You wondered how far he’d be willing to go for you. When he said ‘anything’, what was the scale, where are his limits?

The first request you made of him was to keep the maid dress as his official uniform from now on. He didn’t complain nor pull a grimace, the soft, almost sheepish smile on his face a constant throughout his stay at your mansion. “Understood.” Was all he said, nodding and bowing gently. From that day onwards, he’s been wearing that maid dress, ignoring the hushed whispers of his other colleagues.

Then came things like giving him unreasonable orders, making him be on an errant all day, or just genuinely annoying tasks, all of this on top of his usual responsibilities. Calling him into your office all the time to bring you something, just making his life harder than it has to be. And still, he stayed— he didn’t even break a sweat. You were speechless and impressed at the same time.

Gradually, the time you two spend together increased, and soon enough, you also began making small talk. The orders you gave him turned more and more personal. Things like; don’t tie your hair up, wear these stockings beneath the skirt or other ridiculous stuff.

And because he never gave even the slightest resistance, carrying out all of these without a hint of dislike, you just kept going. It’s gotten to the point that now, he was standing in front of your table, holding his long dress up to reveal pale legs hugged by black stockings, and a pair of lace panties sitting snugly on his hips. You didn’t even realize when it escalated to this point, only pressing your lips into a tight line at the erotic display.

“Come here.” You said, and he walked over to where you were sitting, already kneeling down next to your chair. You opened a drawer and pulled out a leather collar, it looked quite expensive. Then, carefully, you clasped the collar around his neck, fingertips brushing over his cold skin. He dropped his head slightly to allow you more access, waiting patiently for you to finish. Once the click of the metal reached his ears, he straightened again, chuckling with his usual half-lidded eyes, “thank you for the gift, master. As always, I’m your’s.”

Just his voice alone was enough to send shivers down your spine. And god— what’s with his eyes? They were piercing through you, as if he could read all your darkest secrets with a single look. He was like a demon— no, perhaps an incubus to you.

The other servants noticed the collar, as well as the other little shifts in dynamic. They didn’t bully him anymore, because he’s gotten close to their employee, so instead, they gossiped. If one listened closely, they’d be able to hear ‘Master’s new favorite toy’ from a thousand muffled whispers.

You didn’t try to stop the rumors, you secretly relished in them. He said he was your’s, so of course everyone else should know about it too, no? When you asked what he thought about it though, a slight blush decorated his cheeks. He was still smiling, of course, yet there was something bashful about it. And so a new obsession ignited, one where you wanted to break his perfect composure.

“…master, playing with my chest like this… no matter how I look, I’m still a man.” He gasped slightly, his voice breathy as he straddled your lap, his hands braced against the wooden table behind him. Your hands were on his body, caressing the skin you’ve unknowingly yearned to touch. Moving across his torso, his abdomen and thighs, his arched spine and lower back, and currently resting on his chest, rubbing his rosy nipples.

“I know that.” You gave a short reply, too focused on something else. His body was slim, almost too skinny, it even felt frail beneath your fingers for a short moment. After you were done staring you, pinched the tiny buds, earning yourself a sharp wince from the maid. “Did it hurt?” His expression shifted into something more natural, more wanton as he said, “yes… but I don’t mind, master.”

So he could make an expression like that too, it was… almost slutty. You turned to face him for a bit, as if trying to memorize his face, before you nuzzled into his throat. “Is that so? You’d really do anything I ask of you.” Slowly, you began pressing kisses along his jaw, trailing lower, down to his neck and shoulders. Only sucking and gnawing at his skin occasionally to leave behind a bright red hickey. He exhaled deeply, moving to grant you easily access like always, his knuckles white where they gripped the furniture.

In the meantime, one of your hands rested against his pelvis, stroking the skin there, before pressing into his abdomen slightly. Your voice muffled against his throat as you teased, “do you feel something already? Anything tingling inside?” He shuddered visibly, his body trembling while he turned his face to the side for a moment. Was he hiding now? Really? “Look at me, fyodor.” The boy still obeyed immediately, facing you again.

He wasn’t making an embarrassed face at all, no no, he was biting his lip and shaking in excitement. His cheeks turned into a deep crimson, his breath ragged as he responded, “yes, I can feel it. It’s… ah, forgive me. It’s quite humiliating, master.” What a liar, he wasn’t ashamed at all.

You pressed deeper into his bladder, the hand that was still toying with his nipples up until now moving to his back, holding him in place as you continued, “do you want to go, then?” The maid didn’t answer right away, instead looking down at the pathetic display. His dress disheveled and opened, his panties barely covering his crotch, the stockings all ripped now… and you kept pressing against him. Did you want him to make a mess all over your lap? He’ll be the one to clean it in the end.

“If master allows me to—”

“No.”

He didn’t comment on it but heavens. Why would you ask when the answer didn’t matter. “Then I’ll do as you say,” he replied, until he saw that big smirk plastered across your face. Were you that pleased with his answer? Before he got the chance to question it, you leaned back and hummed in a self-satisfied tone, one of your hands coming up to rub his bottom lip, “oh Fyodor, where did your smile go?”

Ah. He didn’t even notice his expression changed. Not that it mattered much to him— in fact, seeing how joyous you were, perhaps it was even in his best interests. Fyodor opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, licking at the finger that was touching his lips. He shifted slightly, his back now leaned against the edge of the table, which was arguably kind of painful. One hand reached out to grab your wrist, holding your hand steady as he took your digit fully into his mouth, sucking on it, biting down with his teeth teasingly.

“So that’s your answer? How lewd.” You let out a breathy laugh, and squeezed down again, “I wonder how long you’ll last? Would you still be obeying my orders then, or beg me for the first time?”

Hearing him beg… it’ll probably make you melt. You’ve never seen him want anything, always passively carrying out everything. So if that happened, you’d probably fulfill whatever he wanted in a heartbeat. You kept denying it, hoping to hide the truth away, yet you subconsciously knew it already, as much as he did. You were addicted to him. Like an insect that cant resist the sweet scent, willingly stepping into the trap that will kill you.

In response to that, he took your finger out and pressed a kiss to the middle of your palm, whispering into your skin, “whatever My Master wants to see.”

To have an author as your partner was certainly quite the experience. Many envied you, especially for having such a successful and rich writer by your side, thinking he’d shower you with poetic words and heartfelt compliments no one else could even think of. In truth, that was hardly the case, and even if it was, you’d feel rather awkward imagining your boyfriend using phrases meant for books in real life.

Saying it was far from reality might even be an understatement. If anything, all your relationship with Poe did was making you both feel illiterate. Oftentimes, he would pop out of nowhere, ask you with crooked body language what the prompt for that vague description was again. And if you were busy, he’d wait outside your door with his book and quill in hand, surprising you once you open your door and take a step forward. You really don’t know how he blends in with his surroundings so easily considering how tall he is.

That normally isn’t all too bad, the real issue lies in the feeling of knowing exactly what he meant yet unable to remember the verb you had in mind… honestly, it made your blood boil. Why does our brains play such games with us? You thought you were supposed to be a team! Furthermore, once you do recall, you feel even worse that you forgot such a simple term.

On top of everything else, you’ve been convinced by a few pretty pleads of his to model for him. You knew he wrote murder mysteries a lot, and that his mind was filled with plenty brilliant ideas. Sometimes too many, in fact, which resulted in you having to get into the weirdest positions or holding the most sinister conversations. Discussing matters involving human anatomy and its wonders became second nature. He had you trying out different poses so he could describe the image more vividly, to have a visual assistance, and thus bring more life into his stories.

Do you regret it? Probably not, seeing his half-covered face light up all excited was pretty cute after all.

Sometimes, he’d also ask you to give him feedback on his writings, showing you snippets and letting you evaluate them. Today was another day like that. You were sitting on the couch of your shared home, doing what your heart pleased, until the familiar sound of your lover echoed off the walls. “Y/nnnn!” He called out, stretching your name long, before requesting, “can you give me your, uh.. opinion on this…? Please?” You turned your head towards the direction of the noise, seeing Poe peeking his head out of his work room with his hands crawling the doorframe.

Another gig, huh. Nothing surprising, you noticed he has been staying up late to work on his next masterpiece. You couldn’t see anything other than his brown hair, with a taint of red undertone. What is he doing, hiding behind that wall? He really acts shy in the most peculiar situations. Nevertheless, you adored him quite a lot, which is why you nodded and immediately made your way over to him. Feather light steps as you walked in as if the room belonged to you, and to be honest, you hung out there so much it does feel like that sometimes.

Once there, you leaned against his messy desk with an elbow. The furniture was stuffed with scratched notes of old ideas, the surface stained with ink. One didn’t need much observation and deduction skills to see he’s been frustrated and preoccupied with something. In the middle laid a notebook, its pages already half filled. His room itself was pretty neat, with the table as the sole exception.

Poe was sitting in his chair, located right in front of the desk, shoulders hunched slightly, a habit he never grew out of. The boy was fidgeting with his hands, looking down as if too embarrassed to meet your gaze. Seriously, you wouldn’t have been able to see his eyes anyway, since they were covered up by his bangs. It was such a shame actually, considering how handsome he is. At least that means you’ve got his looks all to yourself, and he was adorable even if he covered them.

Then he grabbed the book and pointed to a paragraph, explaining, “I’m.. writing a character who’s supposed to change sides and betray their comrades.” You raised an eyebrow, asking, “okay? And what’s the problem?” He glanced to the side, lips pressed into a thin, trembling line until he parted them to speak. That only lasted for a second before he shut them tightly again, and simply pushed the notebook into your hands. “R-read it, please. Then you’ll understand.”

While it is true that he was on the timid side, he didn’t usually make a fuss like this. Just what did he write, for it to bother him this much ? You quickly flew over the words, impressed by his writing skills and ability to use mere words to paint emotions. On top of that, his books were always engaging and fun to read. By the end of it, it made you want to read the whole thing, though you decided to put it off until he finished completely.

Now, back to the matter at hand. Simply put: the character Poe meant, was someone who gave everything they had to the mastermind in the promise of love, followed by the pursue of lust. Abandoning their friends, doing vicious things and letting themselves be used like a marionette just for a scrap of the other’s approval. That’s how he wanted to portray it, though it seems he hit a dead end, unable to truly relate with the character. Is that why he was so bashful? Or is it because he wrote something that was almost stepping into the realm of sexual literature?

You chuckled, and he jumped at the sound, cheeks heating up when he noticed you were laughing at him. “Ah… just tell me how it is.” He tried to get this over with quickly, already wanting to sink into some bottomless pit. It was so obvious you would tease him for it… Once you opened your mouth though, he listened attentively, always eager to learn other people’s perspectives, understanding his flaws, and improve.

“First off, the way that character behaves feels superficial.” That was your first piece of critique, and ouch, he tried hard to put himself in their shoes. “Their words and actions have been too mild, no one would believe they’d betray their friends when their conviction feels so washed down.” Poe nodded in acknowledgment, it seems he held back on the dramatics too much. Important characters depicted in a story has to be special because they aren’t supposed to be ‘normal’.

“Second—” wait, there was more? He gulped, a little down but grateful anyway. “To be honest, their actions gives off the impression of the author dictating them to act this way to push the story forward.” So, he wasn’t subtle enough with it… should he just scrap the idea completely? Before he could come to a decision, you added, “the rest is good, spectacular even, so don’t be too down.” You noticed his shift in mood, hence the praise, and patted his hair, stroking through his soft locks.

“I mean it, you know I could never write such great novels. I’m sure you can do it.” With that, you added some more compliments to raise his spirits, and smiled when you noticed him fixing his posture all determined. “Y/n.” He mumbled, looking as if he was infatuated, and said enthusiastically, “t-then, can you help me with it?” Now you were sure his eyes were sparkling, even if you didn’t see them.

Since he was asking so sincerely, how could you refuse?

After a little brainstorming, you both came to a conclusion. He wanted to immerse himself better, and thus had to taste absolute desperation from someone he liked, to be able to properly describe it. And you were just the right candidate to make him feel despair. Perhaps he was a little too determined. Your role was to help him, which is why you proposed various things he was too ashamed to repeat. In the end, all he had to do was stay perched up on your lap like the pretty thing he is, while writing his novel peacefully. Easy, right?

You wrapped your arms around his waist, squeezing his back flush against your chest as you nuzzled against his nape. It was a pretty comfortable position, at least you liked it. As for the poor boy being cuddled, he appeared to feel quite shy, blushing furiously. He leaned over his desk slightly, and you followed, spooning him, glancing over his shoulder to scan the words. Heavens, you were so close, he could feel the gentle pounding of your heart rebounding against his spine. The rhythm soothing like a lullaby, a complete contrast to his own heretic beat.

Due to the close proximity, you burrowed your nose in the crook of his neck, humming at the sweet scent of his hair. It was so fluffy~ it made you want to ruffled them like a kitty. His nervousness didn’t go unnoticed by you, in fact, it was so obvious you’d have to actively try to ignore it. When it came to controlling his emotions, he was nothing but a novice.

“Hmm~ you might want to look over that part again.” You suggested, pointing at a verse. The vibration of your voice echoed through his body, and his cheeks flushed even more. His hand was shaking as he tried to read over that part, though he just couldn’t concentrate! It was so difficult to do when shivers were running down his spine at every little touch of yours.

The smallest rubs or pressure was enough to make him scream internally, he’s just gotten so sensitive… and it’s the fault of you and your humiliating ideas. Because instead of him simply sitting in your lap, you had to make him cockwarm you as well.

You convinced him with the argument he had to feel desperation, and he agreed reluctantly. Trying out new things did kind of terrify him, but you two agreed on a safe word, which eased his worries. You made him bend over the desk for a moment before pulling his pants down, just enough to reveal his pale and slightly rosy butt, followed by him shrieking and trying to pull them back up. Didn’t he ask you for help first? Why’s he acting like this, tsk tsk tsk.

Afterwards, you placed a hand on the curve of his ass and groped a little, unable to resist your impulses. So soft— ah, don’t get it wrong, you were totally in character, this wasn’t for your own self gratification. Then you prepared him real good before making him sink down on you, nice and slow, stretching his entrance to the brim. “S-slowly…, please, gentle, be more g-gentle too— ah..! Mmmfhh…!!♡♥︎” When you changed your target and grabbed his hips, it resulted in cute gasps slipping from the male. This wasn’t the first time you two did… naughty things together, yet he can’t help but feel ashamed at his own sensitivity.

By the time he sat down completely, he was already a trembling mess, tears pricking in the corners of his eyes. His hands gripped his own clothes, clinging to anything he could, wrinkling them. Thighs squeezing shut as if it’ll lessen the pressure of you nestled deep inside him, rubbing against places that made him squeal with each contact. This fullness was distracting, and simply ecstatic. How was he supposed to write like this? With his heart pounding in his ears and brain turned into mush, he can’t even think of a single word to put down.

Not to mention his walls were clenching so hard, tensing and fluttering around you. It was apparent how much his body wanted you, and you were going to make him wait? How cruel. Look at this, it hasn’t even been a minute and his body has fallen prey to his lust already. Oh what he wouldnt do to have you make a mess of him right here right now— no, wait, he has to stop these dirty thought before they escalated…!

Another wet squelching sound reached your ears as Poe squirmed in your lap, his inner thighs already ruined with his dripping precum. You thought smoke was going to come out of his with how red his face looked. To think he could make such a lewd noise… it got him hiding his already hidden face behind his hands.

When you suggested this… perverted act, you said you’ll only allow him to move after he finished the scene, which means there was no escaping this. Ah- how unfair, he can’t stop noticing every little movement, every tiny twitch and every single one of your whispers. This was even worse than the hands on his hips. Slowly but surely, he was becoming more and more needy, sweat glistening on his skin as his mind kept screaming ‘want more’.

This hyper-awareness of his wasn’t only distracting his work, but also making you feel all riled up. His reactions were simply adorable after all. With that being said, you nudged his cheeks with yours, and mumbled, “you haven’t written anything for a while now, Poe.” As for that line you told him to double check, he still hasn’t noticed the error, so he probably didn’t went over it neither. “Still having writers block? Or did you want to prolong this moment?”

He dropped his head down, staring at his left hand which was resting in his lap, bawled into a firm fist. You really ought to stop teasing him like that, at this rate, he’ll end up begging! Even so your words had some merit, so he picked up his pen again to scribble onto the paper. Its content was pretty scrambled, a little rough around the edges, but you weren’t feeling mean enough to make him refine it.

One word, two words, he tried to count them, to shift his focus onto anything other than the pleasureable sensation in his lower abdomen. His palms were getting sweatier by the second, since he was trying to restrain himself with all he had. To his dismay, you were hell-bent on playing with him, making his composure crack and fall apart underneath you. Which is why you fumbled with the sides of his belly area, moving your palms around a little to find another spot you liked, before squeezing down as if claiming it as yours.

His entire body shuddered at the tickling feeling, and he dropped his pen. It slipped out of his grip, falling onto the floor. Both of you simply watched as it tumbled below the desk, how clumsy of him. You stayed still while Poe leaned down to get it, though he stopped mid-track because of the thing inside him. Somehow, his little shift in position caused your dick to hit his prostate head on. What is this awful coincidence..? For it to brush his sweet spot so perfectly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins.

“Uh-ughh..!♡ w-wait, y/n..!” He moaned out, a cute groan as he clawed at your wrists, trying to ground himself. Please don’t move, or he might just make a mess right here right now! Actually, he was sure he came a little just now… so embarrassing…! The hands gripping yours wildly were clinging so hard, you wondered if he has always been this strong.

The two of you stayed like that for a bit, so that he could calm down and catch his breath. Poe couldn’t get back up or lean further down anymore, too afraid of any movement. If he were to lose composure now, everything would have been futile! Now that he was stuck in a compromising position where he was bending his back, he couldn’t help but feel humiliated as well. The weight of everything came crashing down, and he gripped the edge of the wood with trembling hands. “Y-y/n…” finally, big fat tears flowed down his chin, splashing the floor beneath.

That position allowed you a good view at his back, his shirt and coat still wrapped around his shivering frame. Such a baby he was, crying at something so insignificant, he was loathing himself. Seriously, he couldn’t continue this anymore. To his surprise, you began stroking his hair, scratching his scalp gently as if he was a cat. “What’s wrong, Poe?” You asked, your tone was anything but condescending, instead it was gentle. Somehow, that just made him feel more pathetic.

“I-I’m sorry… I can’t Hic, write like this…” The brunette said, slumping down onto the table completely, hiding his face with his arms. “I want m-more… can I, please?” He wondered, voice meek and muffled. How adorable, you almost just gave in right now. “Want what?” You asked, to which he said, “want to move, to feel good…” a small break, before he added in a quieter voice, “want to c-cum…” such a sweet little thing, you still refused his request though. “Not yet, be patient, Poe.” You answered, and he let out a small whimper. Has he truly turned into some kind of small animal?

Seems like you will have to comfort him, doesn’t it? Which is why you grabbed him and pulled him back into your arms, letting him lean against your chest. The embrace was tight, enough for him to appreciate the warmth of your body, and he liked the feeling of being caressed. It didn’t take long until his sobs quiet down into barely noticeable hiccups, and you cooed into his ear, “there there, you can take a small break if you want. So don’t cry, okay?”

He nodded, feeling his cheeks flush a darker shade of red. Why did he throw a tantrum like that? Please forget about it posthaste… considering he didn’t have any choice but to listen to you, he went back to work. All these actions did bear some fruit though, he feels he can see what he did wrong with that character, and a sudden surge of inspiration washed over him. Finally he felt like he could finish this nerve wracking scene, and simply took out a second pen.

His hand slid across the notebook, and he wrote in an uncanny speed. You observed and cheered from the sidelines, nodding in approval of what he wrote. Everything was going well for that little author, he’s got his model and he’s got the inspiration, though that doesn’t mean your part was done, right? Surely, the pure scale of craving he had in mind have not been reached yet, and you’ll have to help him achieve that.

With that being your ground argument, you resumed your earlier movements, playing with him, his hair, his body, and his mind. Deciding to tease the poor lad some more. Starting with a tender caress on his thighs, hand dipping a little low between his squeezed legs. That’s when you noticed a sticky substance sticking to your skin. Simultaneously, poe was whining as he said, “s-stop that..! Y/n!!” Look at him acting all proper when he wasn’t even putting up a fight, who was he trying to trick?

You began whispering naughty thing’s into his ear, tongue darting out to lick his flushed ears. Descriptions of what you’d do to him once he was done were muttered straight into his mind, as well as spoilers for his reward for being good. The images were stuck in his brain, and he bit his bottom lip as his handwriting turned a little into gibberish.

Feeling the warmth of your body seeping into his, like a gentle breeze blowing away his composure, leaving behind nothing but the most primal forms of desire. This feeling of being consumed by lust, with his brain submitting to his wants, and this bottomless yearning for you to fondle him, and shower him in nothing but your affection. Just how was he supposed to put it into words? To describe what he was feeling, this tight sensation in his chest, rendering him unable to think of anything but you?

“What a good boy you are, Poe. Working so diligently even though you must feel stuffed.” You mused, putting his nerves on high-alert again. He quivered at the lewd comment, even so he didn’t retaliate at all, taking whatever you choose to give him. Now that you’ve seen his development, you chuckled, “So obedient, you must want the reward badly.” How was your tone and voice so seductive? It was like his bones were turning into jelly. How delirious he’s become, hung up on your every word, addicted to this story he hoped would never end.

“Or does my Poe want to get praised?” You asked, patronising him a little. Never has he been more grateful for his long bangs than now, at least you won’t be able to see his shameful sight. That’s what he thought, because you could actually see half of it, and that was enough to paint the whole picture. To think he’d have such a dazed expression already, chest heaving heavily beneath your arms, your own heartbeat echoing through his spine, vibrations sending shudders through his body as you whispered, “Such a needy thing.”

He didn’t expect to react to strongly to your whispered words, feeling his thought melt and slip away from his consciousness. When you mentioned allowing him to move and fuck himself stupid on top of you, a full-body shudder cascaded through him at your use of such vulgar vocabulary. Be nice to him, his ears aren’t used to such filthy, perverted language, it was making him feel all hot underneath his clothes. “Oh dear, is something the matter again?” You snickered, smiling when you saw his hand stopping again.

How easily affected he was, simply splendid, so amusing and fun. Maybe you were enjoying yourself too much for the fact you were ‘working’ to help out your partner. Especially consider in the fact you were more or less hindering him right now. Oh well, it’s harmless after all, so no need to stress over details. Besides, Poe liked it as well, he was basically shaking with excitement and anticipation. “N-no… I-it’s nothing..” he replied, not even daring to glance back at you. Really, he was adorable.

His hand moved gracefully over the parchment with newfound determination, noting down prompts and sentences quickly and precisely. Soon, one page after another has been filled with his handwriting. The sound of pencil tips screeching paper was faint, drowned out by his still pretty heavy breathing. No matter how good someone tries to hide something, their body always reveals the truth. Then it’s in the hands of the other person to pick up the signals.

In Poe’s case, it was an easy riddle solved within a fraction of a second. All it took was one glance at his body for you to tell what was occupying his mind. Just like now, other than the novel he was working on so diligently, it must be the urge and desire boiling inside him, festering and growing the longer he waited for his sweet release. His nipples hardened under his dress-shirt, and you could see the dent through his clothes. How lewd, you liked it.

That was fine though, or maybe even normal considering there was a much more noticeable bulge located right between his legs. It was leaking precum down its shaft, and looked awfully pitiful. White beads slowly dripped down his untouched and neglected cock, deprived of attention and care. “And once you are done, I’ll finally touch this part here for you.” You said, gesturing to his arousal, smirking when his breathing hitched audibly. Just cockwarming you was enough to rile him up beyond measuring point, now with all these tempting rewards, he was putting in even more work.

He had already waited for so long, the pleasure inside him didn’t decrease but only continued to build up. Still not enough for him to reach the edge, though more than enough to turn him into a withering mess. There really wasn’t anything else he could do about this burning heat, these cocktails of emotions surging with every little twitch inside him. At this point, his hand was moving mindlessly, he didn’t even know what gibberish he was writing down anymore. Everything was starting to remind him to his aching need.

Once again has his lust overtaken his rationality and rendered him into nothing a dumb, mewling thing. Only reacting to your touches.

Despite all that visual begging he did by twisting his body and staring at you with wide, wet eyes, you didn’t cave in, staying firm to your own rules. If you didn’t obey them after all, who would? And if you were going to give in so easily, he’ll become all cheeky, won’t he? Honestly these were just excuses from yourself, to have the chance to torment him just a wee bit more. And you promised to comfort him afterward and give him as many cuddles as he wanted, so it’s a fair deal, right?

Some time passed, the clock was still ticking away on the wall, and he was slowly coming to an end. You were kind of impressed with the duration Poe has managed to stay still on your lap. Furthermore, he even finish the scene. Poe’s hands trembled as he let go of the pen and closed the book. Then, he glanced at you over his shoulder, lips pressed into a thin line as he waited for your commentary all eagerly. Was he expecting praise?

Finally, he will get the release he’s been waiting for so long. His insides were burning with need, a heat he couldn’t control breaking out like a pest… please don’t make him wait any more. The desperate urge for his wanton desires to be fulfilled dominated his entire frame, and he was shaking now that it was finally time. He was so on edge and overstimulated, he was melting from head to toe. You turned him into this needy mess, on the verge of breaking apart, so you have to piece him together.

“Y/n, i-I’m hnnghh, I’m done..” he gasped, taking a deep inhale in hopes of stabilising his breathing. Of course, it had no effect. “Mhm, that’s right, you did great.” You indulged him, giving his cheek a smooch. The poor writer wanted to move immediately, but knew better than to do it without permission, so he went back to pleading you with shining, glazed pupils, “y/n… c-can’t I move now? Please..?” When you didnt show any response or give any feedback, he tried again, “I worked r-really hard, y-you said I did good. So- please…! I-I want to c-cum…♡”

Then, as if he didn’t know how adorable he was, he turned around completely and held on to you. Moaning at the impact of grinding his hips down against your length. It was rubbing so deliciously, he was almost drooling. His hand fisted your clothes hesitantly, before he begged once again, “please… I’ll be good, I-I’ll do better… I w-want you ♥︎♡♥︎~”

Since he was pleading so sweetly, who were you to refuse? You’ve teased him more than enough after all. More than that, you couldn’t hide your own lust anymore, which is why you smiled at him gently, and leaned closer to him. Your whispered words were filthy and seductive, much different than the tender expression currently plastered on your face, “my dear Poe wants to cum, huh? I did promise to wreck you once you are done.”

Poe looked back at you, eyes now hidden behind moist bangs that stuck to his forehead. You divided that curtain of hair, and tugged one side behind his ear so that you could glance into his pretty eyes. Fat tears were on the verge of falling down, and he was holding back his whimpers and hiccups the best he could. What a pitiful and sad sight. You kissed his tears away from the corner of his eye, before mumbling something straight into his ear. Something that caused his entire body to tense up and tingle in anticipation of what’s to come: “move.”

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Nini!rant 2.0:

Writing is so much more difficult than people think, even if the piece in question isn’t something highly educational like an analysis or report. It starts at the smallest things like: should I use this metaphor? Is it too difficult? Or maybe it doesn’t fit that well? What words am i going to use? Haven’t I used this word too much, and it’s gotten repetitive? Wait are there any other words for desperation? How to change to sentence so I don’t always start with ‘you’ or ‘he’?

Some of my biggest worries are: making the character too ooc. It’s a given that it’s out of character, since for some people, me making them have the same kinks as me is already ooc. But even so it should not be too obvious because then it’s cringe </3

Another one is about the grammar and writing still. Reading fan fiction is not work or studying, so I don’t want to make the sentences too complicated to understand, it kind of takes away the fun. Also when it comes to metaphors/comparisons, I want to avoid words that don’t fit the theme (smut). Like a comparison for a grin: it was like seeing the face of a child who got free ice cream.

This is a smut fic, so suddenly reading something about a child kinda breaks the flow, am I the only one who thinks that?

Why does he keep getting partnered up with people he absolutely can’t stand. Has he done something to offend god? If not, he might start doing that if this keeps happening.

First it was some brunette asshole that kept messing with him, and now it’s another bastard who keeps teasing him. The worst part of it all? Somehow, he ended up in a relationship with you, that second jerk whom he hates to love; currently at the centre of attention, standing amidst a group of chatty folks, sipping wine carelessly. Many, many gathered around you, snickering and drinking away. He didn’t like these pretentious people neither, if it were up to him, he might have already caused a scene.

You entertained them and made small talk, gathering the latest gossip, fetching for information to piece together. That’s right, the two of you were on a mission, and this time it had something to do with infiltrating a high-class party, the gathering of the elites. A nasty and annoying task, something he thoroughly detested. At least the wine they offered was good.

In any case chuuya was standing at some distance, mingling with a different group of people. Splitting up was the most effective method, staying together would have been safer, but this will have to do. Even in the worst case scenario, where you two has to fled, he’d know where to find you. Most likely due to the fact that his eyes couldn’t seem to linger on anything but you, for they kept wandering back to your smiling face, trailing the outlines of your fancy outfit hugging your frame. You dressed accordingly to the occasion, not knowing it obstructed your partner’s concentration.

No matter what he did, he simply couldn’t bring himself to focus on the words of the men standing opposite of him. The stuff they talked about was tedious, beyond boring, and he didn’t like the way he was forced to be polite. In contrary he found himself much more engrossed with you, at how you carried yourself, handling the pesky people flooding you. How did you do it so effortlessly?

Nevertheless, what bothered him the most was not the many guests engaged in conversations, nor you being way more fitting for this job than he was. It was your indifference towards him.

Even if the two of you entered with the disguise of being complete strangers, the way your acting was so on point bothered him. Disregarding him without a second thought, it somehow left a bad taste in his throat. The fact that he was the only one down bad was a hard pill to swallow. This was no time to be picky though, so chuuya tried to concentrate on the business in front of him.

The faster you two got this job wrapped, the earlier he could leave. Easier said than done, since both of you have been here for almost an hour already and still haven’t made any real progress. Because the person of honour, that jackass— was no where to be found. And of course your target had to be the one running late. Weirdly enough, everyone’s lips were water tight the moment he tried to shift the convo into the direction he wanted. Have they noticed something…? No, that can’t be, their attitude would have been different.

This was stupid, he didn’t normally have to do things in such an underhanded way. If he learned anything from this, it shows that his talent lies elsewhere. A fed up grunt of frustration left the male, and he reached for another glass of beverage to calm his nerves. He really didn’t enjoy this kind of performance, feeling tired from dealing with inconsiderate, two faced fuckers. Out of habit by this point, he glanced over to you, and his frown softened by a huge fraction.

As expected, you were doing great, a sense of pride puffed in his chest. If it was you, you probably found something related to the case already. So come meet him already, exchange the information uncovered, and leave as soon as possible. He wanted to go back, or at the very least away from here, anywhere more quiet would be fine with him. Yet no matter how often he glanced at you, tried to communicate by staring really hard and insistently, you didn’t react— no, you didn’t even look his way.

Were you just dense or was this another one of your games? If it’s the latter, which is most likely the case, he knew he will end up frustrated with you. But fine, if you are deliberately ignoring him, being so obedient and sticking to the plan, he won’t pay you any mind neither. Definitely, he won’t even talk to you. Doing nothing but nibbling on the alcohol held in his hand. Totally.

That was what he planned to do, at least, since it didn’t work at all. He simply couldn’t bring himself to tear his gaze off you. At this point everyone in the room was aware he wanted something from you, and collectively agreed he fell in love, hard. Only the poor lad himself didn’t notice the spreading rumours, resulting in him being completely caught off guard when one of the younger men teased him, “you keep staring like some creep, why don’t you just go and talk to them?”

“Haaah..? I mean- could you repeat that?” Staying polite was so exhausting, really. “Heavens, you thought we wouldn’t notice? You keep eying that person up and down, if you are interested then initiate a conversation and don’t just ogle, haha~” the group snickered among themselves, and chuuya still didn’t get it, until his eyes turned to glance in the direction they were all pointing at— at where you were standing.

That guy only meant well, trying to boost his confidence and playing wingman, but the executive wasn’t haven’t half as much fun as the boys next to him. He got fed up and stomped towards you all frustrated. This was your doing! Because you kept ignoring him like that, these people now think he’s some love-sick dog, like a high-schooler with a crush. As he walked, he heard someone yell ‘go for it!’ in the background, looks like everyone misunderstood again.

He wasn’t going to ask you for a dance or anything, he was going to show everyone you two were already a thing, so stop acting like he was doing something all corny like confessing…! A faint blush crept up his cheeks at the humiliating thought, and he noticed another one commenting, ‘oh my, he’s getting shy.’ Their ability to read the mood was down right horrible. Why were they so focused on his business anyway, didn’t they have anything better to do? What he forgot was that rich people loved drama.

Chuuya grabbed the edge of his hat and tilted it down, hiding a fraction of his face with the shadow. Once he finally reached his designation, closing the distance between the two of you, he glared at you with sharp eyes. “Y/n,, you-” Before he got to voice his complains, you interrupted him by saying, “huuuh~? You know my name?” You raised your voice intentionally, so that the nearby, watching crowd could listen in as well. “…what?” The boy groaned, clenching his teeth together.

“Is something the matter?” You acted oblivious, one hand kept behind your back. That gesture gave him suspicious vibes, and he tried to look behind you. For the onlookers, it appeared as if he was too embarrassed to look you in the eyes. He didn’t manage to sneak a peek, though it became irrelevant anyway. In the end, it wasn’t necessary for him to see what was going on behind your back, because you showed him in the most shameful way possible. You switched the vibrator on; lowest level.

Chuuya immediately curled together and tensed up, face flushed into a deep red colour as he shook ever so slightly, ragged pants leaving his parted mouth, “ha-haaah.. haa..!” A few seconds passed in silence, before his pupils pierced daggers into yours, and his hat fell from his head. Such a murderous gaze, should you be scared? You bend down gracefully and picked it up, settling the object on his head again. “Here you go, mister~” at this point you couldn’t help but giggle lighthearted, smirking at the predicament he was in.

How did he forget? The fact that you convinced him to keep a bullet vib inside him during the mission, saying you’ll reward him after. It was just so small, he got used to it after a while. He didn’t think anything of it, neither did he predict you’d use it in public, and why were you still acting like you didn’t know him…? “Y-y/n.. turn this off…!!” He growled through gritted teeth, voice small yet insistent, one hand fisting the clothes layered over his pounding heart. These clothes began to feel stifling, he was having difficulties breathing.

You didn’t answer and just glanced at him for a bit, then grinned innocently, “you want to talk somewhere more private? Fine by me~” Afterward you and chuuya walked out onto the terrace, the male wobbled a little in his steps. Some people began cheering, shouting, ‘good luck’ or other things along those lines. They all didn’t know someone was getting wrecked right under their nose. How fun this was, you thought to yourself, before you got pinned to the railing by him.

“Oh? Someone’s assertive today.” You teased, and leaned back onto your elbows. “Got something to say, pretty boy?” At this point sweat was glistening down his skin, and he looked quite furious as he snarled, “You- you heard me. Turn that fucking toy off, now..!” Despite him trying to look as angry as possible, you could see there was something else hidden behind his facade, something lewder, almost akin to excitement.

“I can’t do that.” Your tone was one full of regret as you acted all hurt and distressed, almost regretful even, in return he stared at you in disbelief, “what?! What do you mean by that?” Seeing him get all worked up like this was simply too amusing, you couldn’t bear to pass up on this opportunity. For that reason, you flipped your positions, grabbing his wrists and caging him to the railing instead. He held his breath in surprise, irises widening slightly. The low hum of the toy was so quiet, no one would be able to hear, but to chuuya? It felt like the loud beats of drums.

“Y/n- you..! Fucking pervert…!!” He snapped, the blush covering his face seeped down his neck and to his ears. “I can’t do it, because you’ll get all sulky if I do that~” you chuckled, one hand holding him by his waist. “Haaah?? What are you talking about you fucking Bonobo!” The mafiosi screamed, loud enough to attract unwanted attention if it weren’t for you pressing your palm over his mouth at the last second. As response to his thrashing and defiant behaviour, you turned the vibrator up a stage, and smirked satisfied at his reaction.

“Because if you truly didn’t want this, you would have just took it out and gave me a beating~ haha.” It was a little dramatised, but you knew he wouldn’t sit idly by like he was doing right now. As your words were a revelation he didn’t think of, chuuya looked a little stunned while he thought about it. Was that true? Well, he could just crush that stupid vibrator right now if he wanted to, so, why wasn’t he doing it?

Suddenly, he went silent, thinking about it for a bit before pressing his lips into a thin line. He yanked free and pushed you away, crossing his arms in front of his chest defensively before whispering all meek, “…just don’t take it too far.” Would you look at that, it’s going as you planned. You can read him like an open book. “But,” the boy began, head held high and self assured again, “why did you act like it was our first time meeting?” Despite his attempts to play it off nonchalantly, acting as if he wasn’t affected or hurt at all, you knew what was going on already. It was just so easy to guess his thoughts.

Honestly? Just look at his stance, hugging himself with his arms, pointy shoes tapping the ground impatiently, he totally gave off the vibes of some soggy cat. You had to put in quite a bit of an effort to not laugh in his face and tease him further, it was about time to get back to the party after all. “That’s in case you fuck up your disguise, then I can still continue investigating, without being discovered due to our connection. Why do you think we entered as strangers?” That reason… actually made sense, and it somehow made him even more mad.

“Tsk, fine, but now thanks to you they all think i’m some pathetic idiot fawning over you.” He pouted a little, furrowing his brows. “Isn’t it your fault for staring?” You responded, tilting your head innocently, and you swear he was going to boil over at any moment. To stop that from happening, you simply reminded him, “we should head back now, or they might start getting imaginative~” An almost sadistic smirk was plastered on your face, you were definitely up to no good. Is it too late to back out now…?

Due to you rushing him, he reluctantly went back into the luxuriously decorated hall, sighing all annoyed. Spending time with you, alone, was way better than entertaining the guests of the party— even if you were infuriating him — not that he’d ever tell you. Once inside, he was immediately approached by the men who were hanging around him earlier already, while you slipped off to some other social group. And just as he expected, he had to deal with stupid questions like, ‘how did it go’, or ‘what did you two talk about’.

“You two were out pretty long, did you manage to hit it off?” one of the guys teased, and chuuya was about to say something sarcastic until he noticed the vibrations got stronger, again. This time not by one level though, it got significantly stronger, you definitely skipped some settings..! As his first instinct, he instantly slapped his hand over his mouth, biting down on his lips as he choked his moans down his throat. The other hand wrapped around his waist, holding his stomach as the sensation echoed all the way to his abdomen.

“Damn it…” he squeezed out some curses, feeling his head getting fuzzy as his body heated up. His insides were starting to become mushy as well, tingling all over. Then, subconsciously, he searched for you in despair. Once his eyes found you, he stared insistently, enough to send a shiver down your spine. You knew exactly who was gawking at you so fiercely, and turned into the ginger’s direction, holding four fingers up with your hand while flashing a wide smirk.

Was that supposed to symbolise the setting he was currently on? That means- you did skip one…! No wonder he was having such a hard time adjusting, you are such a leech..! Why was he even going out with someone like you?! Sweat began beading on his forehead, making his skin glisten in the light of the chandelier. Out of nowhere, the intensity increased again, and chuuya ended up doubling over from the pleasure, biting down on his palm.

The bystanders watched with curious glances before patting his shoulder, “don’t look so down just because it didn’t work, don’t tell me you are crying!” With a rough flinch, he shook the emphatic touches of his peers off and frowned at them, “I’m not crying you d—” He had to stop himself from finishing the insult, because of the mission and because the toy was moving deeper inside him. Why,,, why…?! Did it have a mind of its own or why was it so dead set on crushing his dignity…!

While chuuya took a moment to gather himself, wanting to leave the busy gathering, the other men had a different idea. They decided to ‘help’ him and took him along as they mingled with your little group, not knowing their help was having the opposite effect. “You guys- let go of me…!” The executive protested, though they took it as him being shy again and pushed forward with their plan. In the end, he had no choice but to confront you again, feeling ashamed that you will now see his embarrassing reactions up close.

“Ohh~ it’s you again.” You smiled gently, and held your hand out as a nice gesture. “Y-yea…” He panted, averting his gaze, yet forced to shake your hand at the pressure of the public. To his shock, you rubbed the bite mark embedded into his flesh with your thumb, pressing down onto the wound caused by he himself, and he shuddered as the pain radiated through his body, toes curling in his shoes. The tips of your digits got soaked in the blood, and you brought it to your lips before licking it off secretly. Only the ginger standing in close proximity to you saw it.

“No need to be so nervous~ just relax and enjoy, I don’t bite.” You acted all cheerful with him, words laced with hidden meanings, and he knew exactly what game you were forcing him to play. He rubbed his palm a few times, all bashful as he clutched his own wrist. “I-I’m not ner- hnngh..” a small whimper escaped him, and he clamped his mouth shut once more. “N-not nervous…” he finished his sentence, words coming out muffled and small, every other person who heard would have thought he was trying— and failing miserably —at hiding his feelings. Well, he was stuttering after all.

“Is that so… that’s good, no need to overwork yourself, no?” That’s what you said, yet why did the stupid bullet toy just get stronger again…!? It was going so fast, assaulting his soft walls as it caused his knees to buckle. He stumbled forwards, falling right into your arms. You caught him and cooed seemingly worried, “oh dear, you alright there?” Oh how mean you were, pretending you weren’t the root of this problem, the damn fucking source of his suffering. “I’m totally fine, thanks.” The male spat all ironically, pushing off you and dusting off his clothes.

Seriously, if he wasn’t this responsive and reactive, maybe you’d mess with him less, so it’s actually totally on him. Getting to see his worked up face was just too blissful to give up~ “Good, I just saw, they have this reaaaally expensive wine here.” You brought up a sudden topic change, and chuuya was a bit taken aback. While he was interested in wine and the finer things, he didn’t know you did as well. “I think they opened six bottles up until now. It’s super delicious. Maybe there will be a seventh one?”

Yea no, you were just fucking with him again, causing him to bawl his hands into fists as he sneered, “why don’t you just drink until you die, you bastard?!” Would you look at that cheeky tongue, if anyone heard this they’d assume he was a tsundere who can’t convey his feelings, and they’d be absolutely correct. “What a bold suggestion, how about we do exactly that~?” With that being said, you turned the volume all the way up to ten, the maximum, and observed with a preying gaze as the boy almost crumbled right there right now. Tripping over again, face beet crimson at this point.

He let out a silent scream which was stuck in his throat, he simply refused to make such a sound in front of an audience. On the other hand, a series of painful sounding whines and groans replaced the lewd noises he would have let out otherwise, reaching everyone’s ears as he slumped onto his knees. “GgrAahh…! MfFghh, hnnGGh~ ♡♥︎!” There was no helping it! It moved so deep inside, it was vibrating right against his prostate, just how unlucky could he be?

Tears prickled in the corners of his eyes as he clung to any shred of pride and restraint he had left, fighting hard to not get exposed as a dirty pervert. His entire body was shaking in pleasure, the feeling of everyone watching as he got ravished was strangely exciting, tempting him to simply give out and let you make a mess out of him. Luckily, or sadly (?) the sane part of him refused to give up, and he looked at you, pleading you with no words, hoping you’ll be merciful and help him, even if you were the reason he’s like this.

Please react quickly, he was trembling so much~ and he’s rock hard now as well, the precum was even seeping through his pants. If this goes on any longer, he’ll cum in his underwear and really make a mess, then they will all know what a freak he was. Just the naughty thought of being exposed resulted in a brighter blush tainting his face. His nerves were on fire, legs going weak as he tried to still his hips and not start squirming in delight.

Since you felt generous today, you decided to help him, also because you didn’t want to take this too far, to the point of beyond saving. “Heavens~ you don’t look so good.” You pretended to be worried and got closer to him, grabbing his arms and yanking him up. “Your face is burning up! Are you drunk? Do you want to go somewhere you can rest?” If he wasn’t in such a vulnerable position right now, he might have actually thrown hands. Though considering the circumstances, he had no choice but to accept your offer and nod weakly.

“I’ll take him to one of the resting rooms, everyone have fun.” You smiled brightly, before helping him drag his body away from any watching eyes. He was staggering the entire time, one arm thrown over your shoulder and the other clutching his belly. How was it possible that the sensation was being carried all the way up there, stimulating the surrounding nerve clusters. His sight was starting to blacken, brain malfunctioning while he felt everything collecting in his core and threatening to explode.

All this teasing has gotten him so close to the edge already, he was leaking so much. The dark spot on his trousers was barely ignorable, he might even defile the polished marble floors if this continues! You opened one of the private rooms, and pushed him inside, locking the door behind you as chuuya sat on the ground fumbling with his belt. Finally he could get rid of those restrictive, suffocating clothes, hindering his lungs to function optimally. “F-fuck fuck fuuuck…! I-I told you not to over do it, ahh~ d-damn bonobo!”

His hair was disheveled, clothes almost ripped off his frame as saliva drooled out of his lips. He was burning up from the inside, clenching and fluttering around the intrusion. It wasn’t enough. Too small, not rough enough, it just didn’t hit the right spots.

After he stripped down and freed his erection, unbuttoning his vest and shirt, he groaned at you, “now fix this, it’s your mess..” he bit the inside of his cheek, avoiding your gaze, not wanting to feel even smaller than he already did. His hand wrapped around his arousal, still leaking so much his palm was immediately covered in precum. The small, pink coloured toy buzzed away in him, nestled all snuggly against his sweet spot. “HnnnGH..! Ah fuuuuck, t-that thing..! Turn it off, it’s nGgghHh~ ♡♥︎♡”

Since that’s what he asked you to do, you didn’t want to be an inconsiderate partner and force him, did you? Which is why you turned it off just as he wanted, smiling all joyful, “there there~ I did what you wanted, happy now~?” The sudden loss of stimulation right before he reached his climax was painful, he could feel his high subduing, retreating as he yearned for it desperately, “n-no, no! D-don’t stop, I-i didn’t mean that… mhmm- you know I didn’t..!”

The poor thing gawked at you with wide, wet eyes, as if you betrayed him. These hot tears collecting in his bottom lid were threatening to spill, he was trembling so much while holding his dick all pitifully, as if he didn’t know how to get off without you. “Chuuya, we are on a mission! We don’t have time for this, what if that guy appears while we are fooling around in this room?” You taunted, reminding him of your responsibilities, yet in all honesty he couldn’t care less about the task right now. His brain was occupied with thoughts of you and wanting to cum ♥︎

To stress your point further, and put more pressure on him, you began walking towards the door in an act of defiance. And the way he tensed up, looking like some abandoned, neglected puppy only fuelled your desire to ruin and break him. As for the sobbing ruin kneeling there, he only now processed the information you gave him, recalling how both of you were still duty bond. But the feeling was too empty to ignore, to have the vib still pressing against that squishy place but not moving and giving him the ecstasy he wanted.

He was wriggling his hips all shamelessly already, trying to gain any kind of stimulation out of it as the first batch of tears spilled down his cherry red cheeks, “n-no.. c-can’t wait, nghh.. I want it n-now..!” He cried out so adorably, lunging forward to stop you in your tracks. Arms wrapped around your ankle, knees drawn up to his chest while he hid his face between his knees, “don’t g-go, don’t hiccc~ leave me like this..! I-I want to c-cum…”

Yes, this was exactly what you were waiting for. For your sweet chuuya to start begging you in despair, how you adored his voice when he pleaded you so earnestly. “What~? I’m not sure I understand.” You joked, not even turning around to gaze down at him yet, hand still wrapped around the doorknob even though all your senses were locked onto the male. “Y-you… damn tease…” He cursed, his grip tightening enough for the veins on the back of his palm to become visible, “p-please… I want to c-cum ♥︎♡”

His precum got stuck to you, and he began rubbing his face into your leg, acting real adorable now. “And what does that have to do with me~?” You were still playing, it’s it about time for you to be satisfied you sadist?! Can’t you see he’s at his limit? Why were you so cruel to him? He bit back all his anger since his lust and craving overrode it by miles, and mumbled in such a miserable tone, “t-turn that… thing on. HNngh- n-no,.. F-fuck me, break me, j-just don’t stop, please ♥︎♡♥︎~”

Finally you were content with his lovely begs, now that he has become a mewling, withering wreck for you. Were you happy? What a silly question, of course you were. You were grinning from ear to ear as you glanced over your shoulder, turning the sex toy back on as you murmured, “if that’s the case, don’t say it’s ‘too much’ later on ♡”

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Nini!rant 2.0:

Why is bonobo the nickname chuuya gave us? I got inspired by the fact chuuya calls dazai a mackerel cuz his dead eyes resemble those of a dead mackerel, which is why I just looked up the horniest animal over Google. And it said bonobo’s are one of them. I mean I could have used dolphin, but dolphin doesn’t sound like a cute nickname, and dolphins are scary.

Anyway, random stupid facts: bonobo’s have many uses for sex, apparently. For reproduction, for pleasure, for social interaction, for peace, for conflict resolution and for making decisions. These creatures are also super open-minded :D like they don’t care what gender, as long as it feels good haha. They also have varieties (e.g oral) and don’t just do penetrative sex

The thought is kinda funny, imagine them fighting over food and then using sex to sort it out lol. Or after having a dispute, what to do? Time for make up sex! And sometimes if two are doing it, others will just join cuz why not. 75% of the sex bonobo’s have are not for reproduction haha. Also their society is female oriented, and it’s mostly the females that initiate sexual encounters.