Sometimes, your boyfriend was worse than an animal in heat, and today was one of those days.

You were sitting at a desk, already preoccupied and busy when he decided he wanted it. Right now.

But instead of asking for sex like any normal person would, or by giving subtle hints, he decided it’d be a good idea to climb under the table and shove his face between your legs. His eyes stared right up at you with this fake-innocent look you were far too familiar with. “What are you scheming now.” You pushed your chair back a little and clicked your tongue at the sight, but still decided to give him the benefit of the doubt— big mistake there.

“Ohh I’m not. You just look kind of stressed out~” he leaned his cheek against your inner thigh, his hands coming up to rest on your legs, “I thought I’d help you… blow off some steam?” Truth be told, you knew from this point onwards you wont be able to finish whatever you were doing, yet you still resisted for the fun of it, “not right now, I’m busy. Get out from under there.”

“Booo, that’s no fun.” A pout formed on his face, and he opened his mouth wide, tilting his head back slightly to give you a better view. His hand reached up to point towards his tongue, as if that move was anywhere near necessary, “I can use my mouth~ I know you like it when I do.” The grin that followed was one of pure cheekiness and smug, self-confidence. And before you had the chance to voice your arguments, he smushed his face into your crotch.

His jaw was wide as he mouthed at your cock through your clothes, obviously not giving a damn about a right place or right time. “You— fuck…!” You couldn’t help the sharp hiss that slipped through, your fist slamming onto the table above him. “Hmmm〜♡” he hummed, eyes sparkling with mischief as he enjoyed himself. Like a worshipper at an altar, he lapped and sucked at you until he felt you hardening under his lips, then smirked all satisfied. That fuck-ass smirk, you were going to wipe it off his face at some point.

“Still gonna object?” He mumbled straight into your groin, making you shudder with goosebumps, the spots he’s been licking at were all soaked through with drool. “Not like you’ll stop even if I do.” A bead of precum seeped to the surface, and he moaned at the taste like some kind of cheap hooker. He couldn’t help himself, he just really adored your musk. “Mhmm~! Ahh… it’s been so long ♥︎♡ I missed the taste of you.” You clicked your tongue at the display, scoffing, “you just got a taste recently, the hell you on about?”

With his familiar sulking face, he snapped back at you, “that’s a long time for me.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling your scent as if drunk on it. A faint blush dusted his face and ears as he chuckled in satisfaction. “Are you some kind of incubus or what?” He didn’t answer that one, for he was too focused on freeing your cock from the cage that was your trousers. His hands twitched upwards for a split second, before a better idea crossed his mind. Why use his hands when he could just—

“…of course you had to be extra like that.” You stared down at him, both speechless and kind of impressed, watching him use his teeth to unzip your pants. It was a struggle to not use his hands, of course, but he knew something about it gets you all hot and bothered. He nuzzled into your crotch to open up your clothes some more, sticking by this self-imposed ‘no hands’ challenge.

Once he saw all the pre you were leaking through your underwear, he licked his lips in anticipation, “someone’s more eager than they’d like to admit.” You let out a breathy laugh, one hand coming up to tangle in his hair, your hold firm but not yet painful, “don’t think I haven’t noticed you are also hard.” Your foot pointed to his erection, to which he shrugged.

“I’m honest about my desires. If I want it—” his hands gripped your thighs a little tighter, his teeth pulling down the last layer of restraint that was hiding you from him. It was just enough for your arousal to spring out, right into his face. He took it even further though by holding it with one palm, and rubbing his cheeks against it, like a cat nuzzling up to something to mark their territory, “—I get it.”

The feeling of his soft cheeks actively rubbing against your sex was weirdly exciting. You knew he was a slut, but even then you’ve never seen him debase himself this much. “Is that all you’ll do? Snuggling against my cock? Fucking hell, it’s not a plushie.” After hearing your annoyed groan, he pressed a kiss to the tip, “you just can’t wait to see me use my mouth huh?”

He tilted his head to the side, his tongue darting out to lick along the ridge of your head. It seems he’s paying special attention to your tip, while one of his hands wrapped around your shaft and fisted it lazily. These kitten licks at your most sensitive area was nothing but his way of teasing, and you were close to just slamming his head down your cock. “If you’re going to start shit like this, finish it properly.” You both knew he could do so much better than this, do so much more stimulating things. After all, he knew your likes and preferences like he studied it.

“I started it? So it’s my fault that you’re like this?” The tip of his tongue flicked over your slit a few times, catching any precum that leaked from you, making your grip in his hair tighten by a fraction. “Fuck— who else but you, huh??” He grinned deviously, eyes half-lidded as he looked up at you, “I blame your self control.”

His taunt, paired with the erotic view of him whoring himself out on your cock—pleasuring you—was giving you mixed emotions. On one hand you wanted to punch him for how obnoxious he was, yet as soon as you’d see the needy, raw desire in his eyes, your anger just vaporizes.

With a low sigh, you began combing your fingers through his hair, a gesture a comforting one that made him purr, “if you don’t start sucking on it like you mean it soon, I’m going to give you reasons to blame my self control.” He jerked, as if a switch’d been turned, his voice a teasing melody that couldn’t hide his excitement, “is that a threat?” “For you? I think it’s more like a reward.” Touché, he couldn’t argue against that. So instead, he repositioned himself, his mouth hovering right over your cock, “then I better get to work ♡”

Next thing you know, he swallowed your tip inside his mouth, his cheeks puffing out a little from the stretch. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle though, he was used to taking way more than just that. For now, he was still fine with only the tip, his tongue flattening out against the underside as he sucked greedily. It was so warm and wet inside his oral cavity, you could barely help yourself. His actions only grew bolder at your obvious enjoyment, your length twitching inside him from time to time.

He made sure not to use his teeth as he slowly descended, his lips stretched tight around your girth. He slowed down a lot compared to the rushed beginning, mainly because his throat refused to work with him today. “Mmmhh…! Ah— hnNghh…” He mumbled, the struggle clear in his voice, saliva trailed down his chin all sloppily. You guessed he was cursing under his breath, but you couldn’t exactly understand him when he’s stuffed full with your dick. Nonetheless, the vibrations send a nice little shiver down your spine, and your hips bucked up unintended.

The sudden movement made him rip his eyes wide open, and he immediately pulled off, choking a little, “urghh…! *Kofff, koooff* damn you…” you didn’t stop him and allowed him to catch his breath, not without a snarky remark though, “too big for ya? Or is your throat uncooperative after yesterday?” He shot you a slight glare, which only prompted you to tease him more, “what, you screamed and cried so much, how could I forget? My ears are probably still bleeding because of it.”

Oh now you’ve done it, he was so gonna get back at you for that. Without a single word, he drove back in, this time he arrived at where he was before way faster. His grip on your legs tightened, his chest heaving as he tried to regulate his breathing before taking you deeper. At this point his jaw was starting to get sore, he really needed to up his game.

“Still tryna deep throat it all?” You chuckled, cupping his face to hold him there, thumbs rubbing circles into the sides of his head, massaging his temporalis muscle to help ease the strain. The soft caressed were a drastic contrast to the hot heat resting in his gullet, creating a dizzying sensation that unraveled him piece by piece.

His eyes watered as he made a rash decision of trying to just shove the rest of it in, which had him groaning and trembling around you, “mhmfffhh…!!” Tears glistened in his lower eyelid, so close to rolling down his flushed cheeks. “Is my poor baby gonna cry?” He shot you a fierce glare at that infantilizing tone, then deliberately used his teeth to scratch you lightly.

“Ah— fuck!” You exclaimed, gripping his roots for purchase. His scalp stung under your grip, and he whined out as a result. What he did didn’t necessarily hurt, it was just uncomfortable and kind of surprised you, “that’s it, no more playing nice.” You snapped, and shoved his head down until his nose was crushed against your pelvis, forcing him to take all of you in one impossibly deep descent. He immediately gagged at the feeling of your tip hitting his palate, stretching his throat and making itself home inside him.

“Mhmmmff?! HnngHh—!!” He cried out, squeezing his eyes shut as he desperately tried to learn how to breathe again, his throat refusing to take it and choking repeatedly. The tears from before finally spilled down that pretty face, mixing with the drool dripping from his chin. His fingers dug into your skin, nails breaking flesh and leaving behind bright marks. The boy also ‘hit’ you a few times in mock anger. Much like the frown he was showing you, there wasn’t any heat behind it, just him acting out like always.

You kept holding him down, unmoving. But that also meant he wasn’t allowed to move either, forcing him to accommodate you while basking in the sensation of it. “If you need a break, tap my thighs three times. Otherwise, I’m gonna keep going.” Then, you tugged the hair that’s been sticking to his temple back and asked, “did you hear me?”

He nodded weakly, still coughing and hiccuping, though not trying to pull back. Why would he, anyways? This was the best part of it all, he just adored it when you’d snap and use him like some toy. Not that he’d ever say it out loud. Even so he did appreciate how you always made sure to set a safe word.

His throat convulsed whenever he tried to gulp down the saliva and precum that was pooling in his mouth, the tightening sensation making you gasp in response. You gritted your teeth, trying hard to restrain yourself until he was ready. It was getting increasingly difficult, he just looked so damn cute impaled on you.

“Deep breaths, in and out. I don’t have all day. Or were you planning on cockwarming me?” You groaned when he still couldn’t get used to the stretch after a hot minute, then slapped the side of his head gently, “c’mon now. Are you even trying?” He was! He was trying! Why don’t you try deep throating something that was big enough for him to feel in his lungs? “MfffHhh… ngHhh..!!” He tried to bite back at you. At least his muffled complains were quite entertaining.

“Pfff, I can’t understand you anyway.” You laughed to yourself, then slowly began rolling your hips into his mouth. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” As if he’d believe that. You both knew he didn’t want it gentle. By now, he has adapted to the stretch, his throat widening visibly to make it fit. Just the thought was enough to rile you up, and seeing it physically was even more lewd. “…hmmm…uh-uhmNggHh~♡” He soon started bobbing his head up and down, in rhythm to your thrusts.

Whenever his nose met with your pelvis, and your cock hit another deep spot in his throat, he’d whimper so deliciously. His eyes squinted into this petulant pout, permanently glaring at you. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll cum soon.” You hummed, that expression was indeed pretty adorable and tempting, then you suggested, “shall we take it up a notch?” Before he could process what you meant by that, your other hand also tangled in his hair. With both hands now holding his scalp like some kind of makeshift leash, he didn’t need to guess what this was about.

You stopped with the lazy rolls and began fucking his face in earnest, pulling back until just the tip was in before shoving it all back down. “HnNghh—!! Ah-urghhmmm, g-guuuhh ♡♥︎♡” His eyes rolled back at the rough treatment, a series of whimpers escaping as his brain short circulated.

He was filled with you, everywhere, in the best way possible. His nose buried in your crotch, taking in your scent, his tongue tasting your fluids, his eyes and ears focused on your expressions and words, while his throat took your brutal thrusts. All of his senses were overwhelmed with nothing but you. It was to be expected that his body would protest against this perverted, nasty act, even if he was loving every single second of it. His throat kept fluttering around you, though it did only made you go harder.

The way his heart hammered in his chest was almost painful, like a never ending parade of drums. He could feel his air being punched out of him with every deep pound, everything in his larynx was burning like hell. By now, he was weeping freely, brows furrowed as he took what you gave with single-minded focus. His tongue trying it’s best to be proactive, to do something— yet your pace was so fast, he could barely react to it other than offering his body up to the one that will surely break him.

“You look so needy like this. So fucking sloppy.” You could barely hide your excitement as you used his tight mouth like some personal fleshlight, your vulgar words sending shivers straight to his groin, “like the taste of my cock? Like it when I fuck that pretty face of yours?” He couldn’t really answer verbally— of course he couldn’t, not with you filling him up to his nostrils, so all he did was nod meekly while moaning into your shaft.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Even now, with him unable to do anything but take it, you were provoking him on purpose. He couldn’t even think of a good comeback right now, because his mind was so overwhelmed. It felt like he was drowning, his vision darkening at the edges as your voice rang in his ears. His own neglected cock was painfully hard, dripping and soiling the floor below. At this rate, all this sensory overload was going to make him cum untouched. Yet there wasn’t a single place where he’d rather be than right here between your legs, sucking you off like the slut he was for you ♥︎

And soon enough, his efforts bore fruit. You were close, damn close to spilling it all over his tongue. A sharp gasp echoed from above while your arousal twitched insistently against the back of his throat. “Ugh— haha… good job, I’m close. Keep that mouth spread a little longer, yes? Or tap my thighs if you don’t want me to cum inside.” You warned him, and he just moaned louder. “Mhmmm〜 hmm… nGhhuuu—uGhhmmfff ♥︎♡” He could tell you were on the edge even before you told him so, since otherwise your thrusts wouldn’t have turned so messy.

And right now? You were fucking him like you were chasing your own high, like he was just a hole to use and ruin, drinking up his gasps and sobs with no regards to his comfort. Naturally he could have stopped you with a simple tap, yet why the heck should he? He was loving this! He wanted to feel your hot seed filling him from the inside, trailing down his gullet and making his eyes water even more. This was the sweetest reward he could ever ask for, so won’t you please cum already?

Your pace came to a sudden stop as you slammed your hips up into his face one last time, holding him still while your climax washed over you. The sounds and curses that slipped from your lips were like music to his ears. The hot spill of your cum was both pain and ecstasy, mixed into a terrifying cocktail that fucked up his senses. You were cumming so much, he’s been forced to swallow while it kept coming— and even then it soon spilled from the edges of his lips, dripping down his chin.

What a waste… he wanted to swallow it all...! Which is why his shaky hands left your thighs and formed a flat bowl beneath where you two were connected, a desperate try at catching all the astray drops of seed. The gulping action kept making his throat tighten around you, as if trying to milk you dry. And it was working way too well.

You panted heavily before pulling his head off of your cock, a little worried that he’ll actually suffocate otherwise since he was holding his breath. But you weren’t done yet and ended up painting his face with the rest of your load, leaving behind this glossy fluid that stuck to him like glue. Some of the stripes got onto his chest and clothes, some were clinging to his hair… you didn’t account for this when you made that move.

As you pushed him off, he immediately gagged while his lungs screamed for air, eyes squeezed shut as he felt that sticky, thick fluid coat his cheeks and eyelids. His face was burning at this point, which was why your cum felt cold when it hit him. A full body shudder coursed through him as he gasped and heaved, trembling uncontrollably. “Ah— ahhHngh…! Ah… *kofff kooofff—* hnngh-hic” he was still shuddering in the aftermath, having also climaxed from the sheer intensity of what just transpired~

You kept holding his head by his hair, your grip loosening only after you finished painting your masterpiece. He looked debauched— more than just perverted. He was an absolute wreck, ruined to the point of no return. And by the looks of it? He relished in the fact that it was you who broke him.

As if him tasting and swallowing your cum wasnt filthy enough, now you’ve gone and defiled his face as well… Was ‘self control’ ever in the room in the first place?! And what’s with that dreamy, sheepish look on his face? His eyes were all glazed over while he stared up at you blankly, his mouth still gaped open, displaying how much you’ve filled him while cum dripped down in rivulets. “You alright there? Did anything get in your eyes? Does your throat hurt?” You sighed, wearing a faint smile while scrubbing the ropes of cum near his eyes away with your thumb.

He closed his mouth and gulped loudly, a clump travelled down his gullet before he parted his lips again, sticking his tongue out to show the empty inside. “My throat’s fine, and my eyes were closed,” he answered, though his voice showed obvious signs of use. It sounded all rough now, evidence of the damage you’ve caused.

“You didn’t have to drink it.” You said, while rubbing your own fluids between your fingers. The consistency was a little gross, you wouldn’t personally eat it. “I had to, you were cumming right down my throat.” He snarled, but then began licking the residual sperm from his hands. “…do you even see what you are doing right now? Are you that addicted to my taste?” With a heavy, speechless sigh, you tilted his head up to face you, and wiped the rest of the white liquid off his face, “besides, isn’t there a much bigger problem here than your hands?”

He huffed slightly, mumbling a small ‘whatever’ as he let you take care of him, secretly enjoying this moment with a low rumble in his chest. Once you were done moving the most of the sperm from his skin onto your digits, you placed your thumb on his bottom lip, a silent signal for him to open his mouth again. And he did, grabbing your wrist with both hands, before licking your fingers clean like a starved, wanton thing.

“You are such a slut.” You chuckled playfully, and he bit your thumb in retaliation, “hmm~ only for you ♡” As a result, you pressed down onto the middle of his tongue to force his jaw to widen, snorting, “haven’t you learned from the first time? Or are you doing this on purpose?” He met your gaze head on and just smirked all smugly, arching his back from where he was kneeling. His legs were cramping a little, but he just ignored it.

You toyed with his mouth a some more, acting as if you were ‘inspecting’ whether he actually swallowed it all. Moving his head from side to side, glancing into his oral cavity while also accidentally shoving your fingers a little too deep, triggering his gag reflex. When he heard your laughter, he pulled a frustrated and somewhat flustered grimace. “Well, since you did such a good job blowing me, I’ll let you off easy this time,” you decided. It might have been your imagination, but you thought you saw a flash of disappointment in his eyes.

After pulling your fingers out again, you wiped them with a tissue, before doing the same for him. He looked kind of empty while receiving aftercare. It made you wonder if he was cooking up some strange plans again. Which, as you’d soon find out, was indeed the case.

He took one glance at your crotch and drove back in, licking a long stripe with his tongue flat against the underside of your still half hard cock, declaring all smugly, “since we are cleaning up right now, shall I do it for you?” You were in disbelief, frozen still for a second before saying, “…haaaah. Really, is my dick all that’s on your mind?”

“Yesshhhhh ♡♥︎ you could keep me down here all day if you want~ and i’ll drink it all up ♥︎♡♥︎” he said without missing a beat, already kissing the tip with a newfound enthusiasm. This was him trying to catch every drop he’s missed, retuning the favor of you wiping his face. He was being extra sloppy too by using a lot of spit, and it took no time until you were back at full length. It send involuntary shivers up your core, and you clasped a hand over your mouth to shut yourself up. It’s almost as if he wanted you to cum again.

“Haha… fuck no you don’t.” Suddenly, you pushed your chair back, grabbed his wrist and pulled him out from beneath the table. You weren’t going to let him act however he wanted forever, there’s a limit, and he crossed it way too many times. “The next load’s gonna be in here.” Your hand cupped his ass, groping it roughly, making him gasp in surprise. “Now bend over.”

It’s been a few weeks now since you ended things with anaxa and anyone could tell his complexion was terrible. He was ashamed to admit he pulled multiple all nighters to conduct research just to distract himself. He couldn’t sleep well after you left, his mind wandering to places he didn’t permit. All this resulting in a lack of self care. Hyacine had to drag him out of his lab quite a few times and force him to take his meals. By the looks of it, he fell victim to his old habits, which you so painstakingly tried to correct; yet now that you weren’t here, he didn’t bother anymore.

Occasionally, one could catch him grumbling to himself, groaning in annoyance. Well, this was about the ever so prideful Anaxagoras— and to make matters worse, you were the one who broke it off. Your reason? Some excuse about the two of you not being ‘compatible anymore’. Anaxa interpreted it as you not being fond of his eccentric personality like many others, just the truth dressed up in sugary veils. This was fine, it didn’t matter to him, he expected this to happen sooner or later since he’d never change his ways. You know what? He didn’t even care that much, you weren’t the first one to be like that.

Even though he admittedly was still feeling quite down due to the separation, he brushed it off as frustration that will pass with time. It wasn’t going too badly actually, if not for this unplanned variable that disrupted everything. Because today, he caught sight of you chatting with someone else while wearing that stupid grin you’ve normally only shown him before. You and that other person, bashfully conversing, looking like something straight out of a story with literal sparkles and roses surrounding the frame.

Was he imagining this? Or were the two of you actually flirting. No matter how often he rubbed his eye, the scene didn’t change one bit. This wasn’t just two ‘friends’ talking, no… this was you moving on to someone new. Already.

It ticked him off, it irked him. He didn’t want to keep watching yet couldn’t stop neither. His heart pounded in this irrational way, leaping out of his chest. It made him want to stab his remaining eye out.

Judging by the way you desperately tried to keep the conversation going, as if you were unwilling to part with them, his intuition was right on the nail. To think you’ve set your sights on someone new already… it hasn’t even been that long since the breakup! Not to mention he was still affected— no, no he wasn’t. He was doing perfectly fine without you. This had nothing to do with him anymore, you were single now, he had no reason to be invested.

That’s how he would have liked it, yet emotions aren’t always logical and he couldn’t stop his hands from tightened into a fist. The longer he watched everything unfold, the more his chest twisted.

Firstly… let’s calm down. Maybe you weren’t pursuing this person at all and he was just overthinking. You used to always tell him that he’s the only one for you and all that tooth rotting-ly sweet stuff. While he knew those were sweet nothings, the reason for you to say them in the first place couldn’t have faded this quickly, right..? Anaxa was convinced of his reasoning for a few days or maybe he just gaslighted himself until he saw you with that person again. This time? It seems you two made some progress on your relationship— you were even tying their shoelaces!

There’s no denying it anymore. You most definitely moved on, left him stuck as the only one still struggling with was has been lost. It hurt, as if his heart was being torn and squeezed. It hit him like a realisation he hated to admit. He might be arrogant, but he wasn’t oblivious nor stupid, he could tell this nasty emotion he felt was jealousy. How very pathetic. He didn’t know he was the possessive type nor that he still had lingering feelings. Despite how desperately he tried to not show it, how he tried to lie to himself, he was still hung up on what he used to have.

For a while, he was moving like a madman. Observing the two of you for no reason, following you around everywhere. Even he didn’t have a logical explanation for his own actions, though if he had to make a wild guess, it probably stems out of desperation. This continued for longer than it should have, and now, three weeks after breaking up, you gifted that other person a large boutique of bright flowers.

Their sweet laughter as they gracefully accepted the gift felt like needles piercing his chest, a gut wrenching feeling boiled beneath his rib cage. As if his heart just sunk to the bottom of an ocean, heavy and forgotten. He wasn’t crying or anything, not even pulling a grimace, just a cold frown as if he couldn’t stand the sight of you two anymore. Which was frankly enough the truth.

This surely wasn’t fair now, was it? You left him for a… what, better option? Worse? Someone prettier? More bold? Or was it about the amount of attention one could give? They sure seemed carefree enough, always hanging around you, unlike him, who was holed up in his lab constantly. Was this the real reason you left, because he was always busy? So you were just lacking attention, huh? If he had known you were this high-maintenance, he would have—!

A deep sigh escaped his lungs, there’s no point in cussing out the past, he should put his focus onto the present instead. Now that he has concluded you simply want more of his time like the greedy pest you are, a new plan has been weaved in his head. Time, he just needed to make more time for you and you’d willingly come back to him. By that logic, it’s not like you left because you found someone else, you were just looking for a replacement. For a mannequin that can play house with you and be the object of his jealousy simultaneously.

What a relief, that means he only needed to tell you he got it all figured out. You should have told him you wanted him to chase you! Now he understood what he had to do. Because even after all this time, he was still the only one for you, the only one in charge of your heart ♥︎

Out of nowhere, Anaxagoras began putting more effort into his hair and appearance, carefully choosing the sexiest, most fashionable clothes ever to wear. Totally not him trying to seduce you or anything, he was just feeling it. Should he adorn himself with something tight enough to show off his body? Or super loose to play into the cute arch type? Perhaps a neat dress shirt, only to end up drenched in water by some ‘unlucky’ accident.

Of course he’d only pour water over himself when he’s certain that you are the only one around, otherwise it’d be way too embarrassing. You’ve seen his nude body before, so it’s different with you.

He’d also deliberately wear his corsets tighter than usual, accentuating his waist and curves. This was due to your endless compliments from the time you were still together. You used to obsess over how tiny his waist was and how attractive it apparently made him. So he played into that preference of yours even more, cheeks flushing a bright red hue the more he reminisced back on his relationship with you. Never would he have imagined he’d miss the endless touching and teasing, among other intimate things he shared with you.

The first few times he strolled around wearing that fancy fit, he made sure to pass right underneath your nose. He was feeling quite confident as well. You must have noticed him, right? Can’t take your eyes off of him? Oh he knew he looked quite good, probably like your wet dreams come true~ yet when you showed no notable reaction, he became a little self conscious. Since matter of fact, you didn’t approach him at all throughout the entire day! Not even a single glance!

Was he not being obvious enough…? You could be so oblivious sometimes, so annoyingly dense, tsk tsk. Next time, he tried something bolder, and bolder, and even more daring. No one could have predicted how much this situation would escalate. It’s gotten to the point where anaxa was no longer acting like himself. He was dressed in a rather feminine outfit, with frills and ribbons and a skirt. His face hidden behind a mask and hair tied up in a bow— most people would assume he was a girl.

Anaxa had never attempted crossdressing outside the bedroom and even then it was always due to your requests… so he had great troubles keeping a straight composure. His knees felt weak, his mind kept yelling at him to cut it out, that this was going too far, and that it was about time to let it go. Even so, his heart stayed stubborn like the scholar he was. This experiment will surely succeed, it has to. You’ll notice him this time and be surprised he ever willingly wore it. All for you, only for you.

In contrary to his expectations, this was a fail too, though he didn’t come back empty-handed this time. No, he learned something valueable. You were deliberately ignoring him.

Hah. Haha…! How laughable, oh he should have known. You’ve been conscious of him the whole time. Instead of listening to the tiny shred of reason left in him, he instead pondered over how often you must have thought of him. Over what’s got to be going through that pretty little head of yours when you saw him dressed all prettily just to catch your eye. If that was how you were going to play, then don’t blame him for not playing fair either.

Soon enough, you got to experience his stubbornness again. All the different ways he used to get your attention became increasingly more obvious and hard to ignore. As if his shame slowly got replaced with this competitive urge to win, to get you to acknowledge him. Which is why the scholar recently ‘tripped’ right into your arms, his hands fisting the clothes over your chest as he held onto you for dear life. He was clinging so much that one might think he’s made out of glass. Please forgive his clumsiness, won’t you?

Once you glanced down at him, you could barely believe it. He was wearing such a skimpy, slutty fit that your eyes began scanning over him without permission. The familiar coat from last time now gaping open from the front, revealing his bare skin layered behind thin fabrics. You didn’t want to act this insolent, yet it was getting harder and harder to not just grab his waist. It ended with you adapting a pretty uncomfortable position, where you were keeping your arms awkwardly next to his body without touching.

“Hey… are you alright, Anaxagoras? If you’re not hurt, could you let go…?” You mumbled as you glanced around, somehow feeling guilty. It was a truly strange sensation, to have your former boyfriend cling to you so tightly.

This sudden change in your ex was honestly very unexpected, you never could have imagined in your wildest dreams that you would have to deal with such an… emotional version of anaxa. Despite everything, you couldn’t deny seeming him acting all needy like this wasn’t getting under your skin. He was quite cute... ah, damn it, these arent thoughts you should be having now.

Instead of answering you in a normal manner, he just had to lean into the crook of your neck, whispering into your ear with his lips almost touching your skin, “I… I don’t feel so good, can’t you help me out…?” His voice was smooth, causing a shiver to run down your spine. You were about to argue that he seemed perfectly healthy, until you saw the intensity of his blush, and noticed how his legs were trembling. Was he cold? Maybe running a fever even? Why would he wear such short rags anyway? Of course it looked good on him, but still—!

A heavy sigh left your lips as you felt inclined to help him reach the nurse office, letting go to allow him to lay down on the bed while you called out for anyone who could be of help. No one replied. Of course you’d be completely alone in a room with your ex-lover, naturally, this universe loved these kinds of jokes.

When you shifted your attention back to the male, about to inform him of the nurse’s absence, you didn’t expect to catch him in a vulnerable position. Was this another one of his antics? To bend down right in front of your eyes, with no regards to the inappropriateness of the situation and acting as if he was grabbing something from a bottom shelf.

Now he was even shaking his hips! This was a clear sign, wasn’t it? Like a cheap whore begging to be taken…! You were left in a daze until anaxa glanced over his shoulder, his eyelashes thick above his sharp eyes, the intensity of his gaze snapping you out of it. He smirked at your dumbfounded and confused expression, chucking with a teasing undertone, “what are you staring at?”

You didn’t even respond to his provocations, only hurrying out of the nursing room before you could make an irrational decision. This isn’t right, you were supposed to have gotten over him, he was clearly only playing with you… though anaxa wasn’t that kind of petty person— nevertheless, you’ve begun pursuing someone else…! Get a grip!

Anaxa stared until the door closed, a faint smirk forming on his lips. This was a moment of success, you were definitely looking at him, affected by him and thinking about him. He has been watching you from the corner of his eye, like he always does, gauging your reactions to his looks and actions. And judging by that, you appeared to be still attracted to him~ ah, really, he was so much prettier than whoever that nobody was, wasn’t he? Besides, he already knows all about your dirtiest fantasies~

Gradually, even his actions became increasingly daring, until he was bold enough to actually grind his hips against yours and act as if nothing was out of tune. You weren’t even sure if you only imagined it, if that ever happened at all because of how composed he was. Though your doubts were quickly answered when you caught him doing it again.

Everything after passed in a flash and before you knew it, you had grabbed anaxa’s wrist and dragged him into some remote area at the back of the building. Once you came back to your senses, he was leaning against the wall, caged between your arms. He wore a confident and knowing smirk as he glanced at you all smugly, his hands slowly unbuttoning his coat as he hummed, “so predictable, I knew you would return to me once I push you sufficiently.”

…What? No, no. You were going to tell him to stop, to leave you alone. Not whatever his words implied. Your eyes followed the movements of his fingers, slowly unbuttoning his coat from the collar to the bottom. “Are you finally satisfied now? After making me work this hard?” He scoffed at you, even though his tone didn’t sound displeased in the slightest. “No, I- anaxa we aren’t—!” You wanted to set the record straight, to do what you should as someone who has decided to leave the past behind, yet nothing could have prepared you for what he did next.

The coat he wore gaped open, revealing what was hidden beneath. His eye locked onto you to observe your reaction, his rosy lips curling upwards into a barely restrained smile as he enjoyed having your attention on him again, “like what you are seeing? Why am I even asking, I know you do.” Slowly, the heavy piece of clothing slipped down his shoulders, pooling at his feet now. He reached out to trace along your jaw with one finger, tilting your head up as he lowered his voice, “seriously… I’m talking to you, eyes up here.”

Easier said than done. Your eyes had a mind of their own as they began tracing his outlines, raking over familiar body parts dressed in foreign clothes. You couldn’t even reply that was how flabbergasted you were. Sure, he has worn and done quite a few audacious things by now, but this definitely tops all of it. To think he’d willingly wear this in public— when he used to not do so even behind locked doors…!

Despite his efforts to seem unbothered, he couldn’t hide the fact that he was also embarrassed by this scandalous fit. His cheeks were burning as he observed how your eyes wandered over him like a hungry predator, taking in every detail like you were committing it to memory. Shudders coursed down his spine at the intensity of your stare, at how desire bloomed behind these pupils. If you believed he wouldn’t notice how your gaze lingered around his… let’s say assets, then you were so mistaken.

A million thoughts plagued your mind with the loudest one yelling, ‘who told him it’s a good idea to leave the house in nothing but baby doll lingerie…?!’ blood was rushing to your head, resulting in any remaining logic that used to anchor you to rot away. It’s not fair, you truly couldn’t help it. His skin looked so soft under the bright sunlight, his pink nipples all hard against the transparent ‘clothing’. The way the lace hugged his skin, defined his body and highlighted his curves was tantalising, a piece of art you couldn’t take your eyes off of.

And when he reached his arms out to wrap them around your neck, to pull you closer and whisper into your ear with that seductive voice of his, you knew resistance was futile.

—

“…Ah-ah— mhm… ha-haah..!! ♡ s-so rough… y-you aren’t- ah, gentle to me anymore, uh-ughMnhh~ ♥︎♡ is… is it b-because we aren’t dating…? Haha~” Anaxa taunted with an eager and arrogant smirk, his hands clawing at your back as he struggled to maintain his balance, mostly due to you holding one of his legs up and pinning it against the wall. With your other hand, you prepared him, stuffing two fingers inside his already stretched passage.

It appears he’s been expecting this, to think he’d come up to you and seduce you while all lubed up and ready… Seriously, how did you end up folding to his whims so badly…? You didn’t give him a reply and instead curled your fingers exactly the way he liked, still remembering his favourite spots. This earned you a high-pitched moan from the male, his face melting into something awfully lewd. “AhnnGhhh~♥︎♥︎♥︎ my, my… did you get better at this…? That’s so mea— huurGhkk, ahh… right t-there…♡♥︎”

It felt good, unbelievably so. As he thought, you two were meant to be. You still knew how to play his body like an instrument, hitting every note with scary accuracy. The way your digits moved inside him— curling against that cluster of nerves that had him arching his back like a common whore —forcing his tight walls to yield and make way for you. When you began putting pressure against that place with pinpoint accuracy, his eye rolled back as his nails dug another wound into your shoulder blades.

Anaxa threw his head back and moaned out loud, his toes curling as all these shameful noises escaped his throat with no signs of stopping, “uhhNhhmm~~ ah, ah! Right there…! Y-you really— urghh…!! ♥︎♡ s-so rough…~” It’s possible that he simply got very sensitive during the time apart from you, that could explain why he was feeling it so much today. But what if it’s because you’ve improved your skills by shared a bed with that per—

“AaanHGhh ♥︎♡♡ s-slow down… hngHh!!~ w-wait, oh-uhMngg〜♡ l-love, please…” And he forgot all about it after you began scissoring your fingers, the thoughts abandoned as sparks zapped up his spine, raw desire and ecstasy plaguing his willing body. You were breaking him, shattering his mind and body, then rebuilding him piece by piece. A feat only you could achieve, something he’d only allow you to do.

His rim was glistening around your digits, yielding so easily. Looks like someone has been touching himself fairly frequently. His neglected cock was weeping precum from its flushed tip, soiling the skimpy lingerie he wore. It twitched each time you brushed over a particularly sensitive spot inside him, hitting his own lower abdomen and leaving behind a sticky trail. Thin, filthy threads connected his belly to his dripping shaft, and the clear evidence of his debauchery alongside his erotic expressions was enough to hog your attention.

You couldn’t stop starring at him, as if you were mesmerized— absolutely hooked on this tingling sensation in your own lower body. Naturally, you were still attached to him. There was no need to beat around the bush, you didn’t need to lie to yourself. It’d be wrong to claim his sweet moans weren’t doing something to you. His high-pitched, eager whines that were like a sweet symphony composed only for you, made with the singleminded purpose of stirring your heart. Forcing it to move in rhythm to his beat.

Despite how much he was enjoying your fingers, it was about time to move onto something bigger. He wasn’t going to be satisfied without the main course today. “Mhmmff~ oh f-fuck… ah, e-enough…” He groaned one last time before demanding in a voice the sounded awfully similar to a plead, “t-that’s… I’m stretched enough, urgh~ ♥︎ n-no more… preparation.., b-beloved— won’t you, ngGHh…♡♡ won’t you put it in…?”

Again, he called you by an endearing pet-name he had never used before. To think the proud Anaxagoras would ever use such cutesy words of adoration, calling out for you with that intimate word ‘love’. How silly, your relationship has long ceased to exist, yet he was acting as if you were still lovers. And the worst part? Your heart fluttered at the sound, at how right it felt. At how much you wanted to act as if nothing happened between you two, that the wedge has been closed and that you could embrace him with the same carelessness as before. Even you weren’t sure what you wanted anymore.

“Beloved… don’t ignore me…” he sulked openly, voice trembling slightly. Something he never did before because he used to call it ‘juvenile’. “You know… beloved, you can just put it in… I can— ahhh~ I can take it…♡ it’s not like it’s my first time.” How awfully needy, it was making you want to tease him.

So you pulled your digits out and trailed a fingertip along his perineum, down his inner thighs, before digging into the soft flesh there. The sudden roughness making him gasp, his eye half-lidded and wet with unshed tears. “Not yet, you should learn some patience, anaxa.” He whined even louder, not even hiding his frustrations as he snapped, “but I want it now, urgh- hngh…!! I-I, please… want it, s’been so long— want it hic- so bad…”

He squirmed, the blood was running out of his holstered leg, leading to it cramping a little. You were still pinning him down though, not allowing him any leeway. Seeing how you weren’t going to comply anytime soon, he decided to take things into his own hands and reached down to cup your bulge through your trousers. A sharp hiss slipped from your lips, encouraging him to take it further.

Anaxa immediately noticed the way you were straining against the fabric, the realisation hanging over him. You could see that knowing, self-pleased grin of his returning as he teased, “what’s this…? I— hah..! I almost thought someone didn’t find me attractive anymore… but it seems my worries were unnecessary?” Damn it, you couldn’t even say anything as a come back.

Eventually, you gave in to his demands, now gripping his waist tightly with both hands. His legs wrapped around your waist, your bodies close enough to lift and pin his against the wall. Your composure crumbled when he began grinding down against your arousal, a deep in- and exhale as you mumbled, “anaxa, you really are determined to see this to the end…” he didn’t answer, though one look into his sultry, magenta and blue eyes told you everything you needed to know.

“You know I’m stubborn.” Was all he panted out in response. He didn’t waste any more time and pulled your zipper down, freeing your cock with singleminded focus. Your dick was already leaking onto his lower abdomen, adding onto the pool pf mess created by his precum. His smile turning sheepish when he whispered, arms gripping your shoulders loosely, “I’m always ready for you, beloved ♡”

Suddenly, anaxa cupped your face with both hands and stroked your cheeks, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. He missed seeing your face up close. His touch was surprisingly gentle, thumbs brushing over your bottom lip while making sure you were looking at nothing but him. Because you two were in such close proximity, you could basically feel his warm, shaky breath tickling your skin. The same goes to him, his skin prickling at each hot exhale.

It was difficult to put into words, but, the atmosphere— the way he looked and caressed you —all of it felt awfully saccharine. You could see every single detail on his face. His lashes clumping with his unshed tears, the blush resting high on his cheeks, the sliver of skin hidden behind his crooked eyepatch showing.

He was monopolising your attention as if it has always belonged to him, and, frankly enough, you were starting to get the impression that that is the case. You didn’t hinder him when he crossed his ankles over your lower back, pulling you impossibly closer, as if he wanted to fuse with you and never part again. He slowly leaned forward until he bumped his nose with yours, giggling to himself at the silly gesture. Then, he pressed his forehead to your’s, whispering softly, “Beloved… you are so mean to me, don’t you know how much I missed you, missed this?”

You were like frozen in place, watching him do all this with your mouth slightly parted. Once you caught a glimpse of the tremble in his glistening eyes though, you faltered.

By now, you were absolutely confused and overwhelmed by your own mixed emotions, contradicting yourself with every passing second. You didn’t know what to say in reply to his confession, your heart leaping in your chest as breathing got increasingly difficult. It almost felt like you were falling in love all over again.

His hands reached back a little to tangle in your hair, your breaths mingling as he mumbled, “beloved, I- ah… I mean, wont you…” he stopped, his face tilting a little as he leaning in impossibly closer, his blush deepening into a bright crimson. It even spread to his ears, casting a red tint over his features. “Can’t you… kiss me?” Right after voicing this uncharacteristically pure request, he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, hiding his face from any form of scrutiny or ridicule.

You didn’t think he’d get this embarrassed over such an innocent question, especially when he’s been whoring himself out for you like there’s no tomorrow. His request wasn’t a difficult one to grant, there was but one thing left to do: make a choice on which path you wished to take. Because once you exchange that kiss with him, you don’t think you’ll be able to hold back much longer. Did you want to go back to your old love, or continue pursuing someoen new?

A seemingly simple question, yet you lost the answer to it somewhere along the way. Anaxagoras was still just as beautiful as the day you two parted, and the more you thought about it, the more you felt yourself drawn in by his whispers. His gentle caresses, pleasant scent, sweet voice and needy expressions. Besides, he wanted you too, you knew this much. So wouldn’t this be the safer option?

Before you could sort your thoughts out, anaxa grew impatient and groaned, “do you need to think that hard about it? Shouldn’t I be the only thing on your mind right now?” He smashed his lips against yours, tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth as punishment. A slight huff escaped him as he kissed you with no grace, only desperation, taking the initiative. Your brain blanked out for a moment, your body responding intuitively as you returned the kiss.

The grip around his slender waist tightened as if you were trying to trap him, to prevent him from escaping your grasps. It didn’t take long before the once light smooches turned into a full five course meal consisting of you two making out like wild beasts, trying to devour one another. Your tongues moving in tandem, exchanging heat and yearning, gradually exploring the other’s preferences.

It lasted longer than expected, you two had awfully good harmony and compatibility. Anaxa only broke the kiss to catch his breath, saliva strings connecting his mouth with yours as he heaved. His lungs slowly filling with air again. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, averting his gaze in meek embarrassment. To end up choking on a kiss because he was too eager… how humiliating, it’s not like he was some inexperienced virgin.

You glanced down at him while he was recovering, slowly coming to terms with this unexpected development. Some strands of his hair began sticking to his moist skin, his nipples hardening all lewdly, his arousal leaking with need consistently. The babydoll lingerie he wore was also clinging to him, its sheer fabric hugging his curves like some deadly temptation. Not only was it very revealing and perverted, it also enhanced his beauty.

“I have a question for you as well, anaxa.” You began, teasing him by kneading his waist with your thumbs. That caused him to squirm, his grip changing from holding to fisting the back of your clothes. What adorable reactions, and so you continued your taunt, “Tell me, where did you learn to act this slutty?”

The male glared at you due to your choice of words, his ears flushing as he sulked with fake anger, “obviously because you made me like this…” Putting the blame on you now, huh? You couldn’t help but subconsciously want to keep the banter going and chuckled, “How is it my fault?” To which he snarled, “you left me, all alone.”

Touché, you couldn’t argue with that. So instead, you moved lower with your kisses, leaving pecks along his jaw and neck. Your lips trailed across his throat, making him gasp softly. You quickly found that one particular spot you knew was especially sensitive, and teased it with sucks and kisses. You might have even thrown a bite in here and there, the onslaught of sensation making him gulp audibly. Soon enough, that spot reddened into a hickey. All satisfied now, you whispered, “will you forgive me then, anaxa?”

Shivers coursed down his spine, his skin prickling with goosebumps as he glared at you with no real anger behind it. You knew his body too well, he was playing and addicted to a losing game. “if you want my forgiveness… stop with this half-hearted nonsense…! Take me, like you did when we were—!” He stopped himself, frowning a little at what he almost said, before ending his sentence with a much quieter, “…just, do it. Put it in… show me you are serious.”

It was hard not to notice the way tears began collecting in the corners of his eyes again, and you found it hard to believe your once composed and serious lover could act so vulnerable. You tightened your grip around his waist even more, the strength behind it almost bruising now, making him whine as he crushed your head against his chest. His voice was barely audible as he finally began begging, “ah.. love, please, please—”

Even you were getting riled up to the point you couldn’t hold back anymore. So you rubbed your tip against his twitching entrance, feeling the way his rim fluttered and gasped, as if inviting you inside. You were so close to entering him, to finally giving him what he wanted— No. Why… why were you just hovering there like some amateur who didn’t know how to stick it in…!?!

He whined at the denial and cried out, “you— don’t tease…! I really need it, what more do you want…?! F-fill me and f-fuck me already...” You gawked at how sexy he sounded, and you ground against him some more, murmuring, “I’m on it. We have all the time in the world. What’s the rush?”

A bashful expression, one so uncharacteristic of him, now seen on that gorgeous face of his. With a heavy whine, that crooked eyepatch barely covering his eye socket, and a voice like a siren you couldn’t get enough of, he hissed, “havent I begged you enough?”

In a rebellious attempt to speed up the process, he tried to grind down onto your cock, gasping as the tip entered him by a fraction. Just the tiny stretch alone was better than what his fingers could ever achieve. Then he demanded in a tone that felt more like a desperate last resort, “stick it in now, fuck me up… or I-I’ll… I’ll find someone else— ah— MhmmFf...!” Before he could finish his threat, you kissed his lips.

The surprise was enough to make him forget to breath, choking on your tongue once more. The way you moved and teased him was all way too familiar. You were treating him just like before, and he couldn’t ask for more. He moaned into the kiss, his mouth tingling all over as warmth spread where you touched. All your eagerness, desire, and passion was still the same. You were still the same person who loved him to the end of the world and beyond the limits of the sky.

He choked and gasped while scratching red lines down your back, clawing at you until you broke the kiss. Fat tears were rolling down his face now as he whimpered, “ah… n-no, don’t stop… kiss me again.” Despite him almost passing out from no air, he didn’t want to stop the kiss. You smiled gently and kissed his tears away, muttering, “easy now.” At the same time, you felt you made him wait long enough and slowly began easing your way inside him.

“Ah- d-damn it… so good…♡” His tongue lolled out at the stretch, the sensation was so uniquely intense that he threw his head back. It’s been so long since you two last did this. Even though he prepared himself, his fingers just weren’t the real deal. He struggled to accommodate your size, heaving heavily to try and accommodate you. His nipples were hardened peaks underneath the transparent lingerie, and he was clinging to you like his life depended on it.

You took this chance to push your tongue into his mouth, kissing him passionately. This had his squishy walls clamping down around your cock, as if he was scared you’ll pull out. Since his insides were quite wet and sloppy already, it didn’t take long for you to bottom out inside him.

And once you did put it in he was moaning so loudly you’d think he was doing it on purpose. He was never this shameless before, especially not in public. But could you really blame him? You were so damn deep, your cock pressing against all the places where he’s been aching for you. His grunts came from the bottom of his chest, mirroring the ecstasy he was experiencing. “M-move…!” Was all he could snarl at your way before a series of whines echoed through this empty space.

You didn’t even move much, only grinding your tip slightly deeper into him and he was crying out from the pleasure already. The way he squeezed around you was enough to make you groan into his neck. His lower abdomen was also bulging from your size. You confirmed it when you pulled back until only the tip remained, then pushed it all~ the way back in. “Ah- Ahnngh…!” He’d whimper with each microscopic movement, hands going back to clawing at your already wounded back.

“Don’t forget to breath now, pretty boy.” You teased, one hand moving up to hold him by his torso. It was the perfect position for your thumb to rub his nipples through the lingerie, the feeling of the rough, transparent fabric against his rosy buds making him hiss. “You j-just focus on…! Urghh ♡♥︎ on f-fucking me properly…!” He scoffed, yet it was clear you didn’t need his reminder.

“Fuck you properly huh? Just don’t pass out first.” With that being said, you began moving your hips in a steady rhythm. Starting off slow and deep, hitting all these places that made him mewl and squeal before gradually accelerating. Your lips found his neck again, and pressed open-mouthed kissed to his heated skin. Once you found the junction of his throat and shoulder, you bit down. Hard enough to break skin, and for blood to seep to the surface.

“HmnnGhhh—a-ahh…! Hurts— fuck, dont s-stop…!” He wanted everything you could give him. The pain, the marks, and the pleasure. Oh he desperately needed those marks. He wanted everyone to see you were his as he was your’s. And you gave it to him, without a second thought. More and more inches of skin fell victim to your teeth, and he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

At the same time, those deep thrusts of yours were literally punching the breath out of him, forcing him to gasp with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Drool and sweat was leaking down his chin, his voice breaking as you found his prostate. “AhhNGhHHh〜~♥︎♡♥︎!!! T-there, right there…!! Keep hitting me the— nGHhGG~ oh- fuuuck…!! Love you, m’love you, love this♥︎♡”

He was making sure everyone could hear him. Would know he was getting pounded stupid on your terrifyingly amazing, marvelous cock, hitting all his favorite spots. Anaxa wanted those rumors and whispers, wanted them to know how good you were fucking him, and how he was moaning like a whore all because of you. Hopefully that’ll be enough to make them stop bothering what’s his.

Though you didnt know about his plan, and you weren’t going to let this become the death of your social life, so you sneered at him, “keep it down, anaxa… before we both get thrown out of campus for public indecency.” He clicked his tongue dismissively, refusing to listen— or perhaps his brain just hasn’t registered your words. As a result, you clasped a hand over his mouth to shut him up.

Anaxa instantly cried and lick your palm, hands clawing at you to try and peel you off. But your grip was too strong and firm for him, you didn’t budge even an inch. He was begging you to let go so that he can get some pretty rumours going~

You let go once you noticed he was having a harder time breathing. But only after making him promise he’ll at least try to be quieter. Due to that promise, he had to listen to your command and bit your shoulder in return. If he wasn’t allowed to be vocal, he’ll be showy then, marking you just as you marked him. His voice muffled into your skin as your thrusts shifted into something more primal and aggressive.

You were no longer using those precise, deep pounds that could be felt like a bone-deep ache. Instead, you were snapping your hips against his in a wild abandon, uncaring about the accuracy, just roughly rutting into him like some mindless animal. He cried out at the intensity, at the ruthless pace you set. The feeling of your dick rubbing and hitting his walls in this quick succession was enough to make him lose his mind, making him babble absentmindedly, “annGhh…!! Ah- ahhh~♥︎♡ s-stop, n-no..!! Don’t stop, h-harder, more, deeper ♡♥︎♡”

His brain was short circulating, practically melting beneath your demonstrations. His body was like endless nerve endings, reacting so strongly to every single one of your touches. Was it even possible to feel this much all at once? Has sex with you have always been so ecstatic? If so, he might just get cock-drunk on you, he might never want this to end ♥︎

And when he looked down, discovering the belly bulge in his lower body, he absolutely lost it. Legs tightening around your waist as he clung to you even more, moaning right into your ear, “you are f-fucking my stomach… ah-, ahhh…! Cum inside me, p-please cum inside… I wanna feel you dripping out, wanna get filled and pregnant.”

“Do you even hear yourself right now? I can’t believe this.” You chuckled, you never imagined you’d hear such filth coming out of that pristine mouth of his. Yet you weren’t one to ruin the fun and joined in on this little fantasy, one hand now digging into the tent in his tummy, “i’m… right below this part, arent I? Say, anaxa, if I fill you up enough, you think I can actually breed you~?”

The thought alone was intoxicating. That would surely be the most public way to claim you, to tell everyone else to get lost, because you were bound to him forever. By flesh, by blood, by a child. Even if it’s not possible, the thought alone was enough to push him closer to his high, his thighs spasming as he sobbed, “don’t just tease…. Do it, ah— fill me up, i’m c-close… oOuhhHnn cummin’, c-cumming mHhhh~♥︎♡♥︎…!!”

“Isnt this a little too soon, anaxa?” You smirked, seemingly amused at how quickly you’ve got him spilling over the edge. You knew he gets extra vocal when climaxing, so you shut him up with a kiss. The sensory overload of having every single part of his body be on fire was too much, and he came untouched, moaning straight into the kiss, pupil turning into a cute little heart as the all pleasure he’s build up crashed down on him, “mmHHhfff— ngHH-uuHHNNM…♡~~!”

Hot white ropes of cum shot out of his neglected cock, coating his pelvis and shaft in this sticky layer of his bodily fluids. It was dripping down his thighs and perineum, all the way to where you two were still connected. His poor, poor sex was all swollen red with unfulfilled desire. His body shaking and twitching like crazy, eye rolling into the back of his head as he forgot how to breath, again. And his face— oh what a mess it was..!— heck, that was an understatement to how debauched and disheveled he looked.

You pulled back from the kiss just to groan into his chest, snickering in a low pitch, “Damn anaxa… do you know you always tighten up when you cum?” You were panting yourself now, getting closer and closer to your own peak. He was still basking in the aftershocks of his orgasm, yet you were moving inside him again, causing him to weep in overstimulation. The sight of him falling apart on your dick was just way too erotic, turning your once steady thrusts into sloppy, animalistic rutting. Ones where you were chasing your own pleasure.

How were you supposed to stop yourself, when he looked this ready and delicious, sprawled out in front of you, waiting to be taken again and again? You latched your lips around his nipple, biting down as you mumbled into his chest, “your walls… they are— so wet and hot… it’s like they adapted to the shape of my cock,,, fuck I’m close too…”

Anaxa couldnt say anything without interrupting himself with a sob or whine, so all he did was hold onto you as his second, even faster approaching orgasm washed over him. “AhnGHHHh— oh l-lovee mHGhhgg, I-i cant, s’too gooodd~ too muuuchhh ♡♥︎♡ ah—NGHhn, uHhnn-ahhnnngg♡—” it was just as intense as the first one, making his toes curl as more scratch lines joined your back. Anyone would assume you got attacked by a pack of wild animals at the sight, not knowing the animals in question was the you two’s nasty coupling.

His second release was a little less in amount and more watery in consistency, but he was nowhere near dry yet. You came with him simultaneously, spilling so deep inside him he could feel you filling his guts. It soon dripped out of him from around your still buried but softening shaft, soiling the ground below with a toxic cocktail of your shared fluids.

Both of you needed a long moment to recover from what just transpired, slowly coming down from your respective highs. He hugged your head close to his chest, allowing you to listen to his frantic heartbeat. After a while, he whispered, still stuttering slightly, the grumbles of his voice echoing from his chest into your cheek, “so… are…are we going for… ngh, for round two or…?”

You let out an exasperated laugh, still catching your breath. “Sure, but not here.” To which he huffed, “what are you waiting for then? Let’s go home.”

It was unbelievable. To think he, the deliverer of Amphoreus, one of the chrysos heirs, the one who even fought against an aeon found himself stuck in a wall chasing after a chimera…! It must be the result of the happy times he’s living in right now, with everyone alive and well. Causing him to let his guard down and his reflexes getting rusty. He truly didn’t see that hole until it was too late, jumping after that little critter aimlessly and then getting stuck at the hips. How embarrassing.

The chimera just ran off again, paying him no further attention. “Gah-! No, come back..! Hyacine asked me to bring you—” Phainon sighed, stretching his arm out in a futil attempt to reach the creature. Obviously it didn’t work, he couldn’t fit his lower half through the crack. “These guys are so quick on their paws,” he slumped down, mumbling to himself while he tried to back out of the gap. That’s when he noticed- oh no, oh nonono. He couldn’t move a single inch!

After a few more minutes of trying, he gave up. His grip on the bricks wasn’t good so he couldn’t push with all his strength. Not that he intended to in the first place, he didn’t want to make the entire wall collapse. This was quite the dilemma now wasn’t it? But luckily, he had his teleslate with him. He pulled out his contacts and contemplated whom to call for help. If he were to call his friends, wouldn’t they laugh at him…? No, he especially didn’t want to show this sight to Mydei, he needed someone he can trust to keep a shameful secret.

So he ended up calling you over, saying he was in big trouble and needed your help as soon as possible. As his partner, you immediately hurried over to his location, worrying he was hurt. Only to see two legs kneeling in front of a wall, his white coat bunching around the hole. “What the…” you found yourself mumbling in disbelief, how did your boyfriend found himself in such a stupid situation?

“Ah… p-partner, it’s you, right…? Could you lend me a helping hand here? Haha… this must be quite surprising, isn’t it.” Phainon tried to laugh it off, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks. Okay, it’s a good thing he called you over. This was way more embarrassing than he expected. “Pff- wow, yea it’s me. But phainon, how did you get stuck here out of all places?” You couldnt help the giggles slipping past your grin, the sight was simply too hilarious.

“Well, you see, I was chasing a chimera who was scared of its physical examination… but!! That’s not what matters right now! Can you maybe pull while I try to wriggle my way out? Please?” He asked all meek and shy, his voice trembling with shame. Even his antenna was dropping lower, he was never going to live this down. “Okay okay, I’ve got you.” You took a deep breath, trying to calm your laughter as you positioned yourself behind him.

You glanced down at him, then wrapped your hands around his waist, below his long coat. Then, you waited for him to count down patiently, until a certain thought crossed your mind. With him stuck like this, unable to move nor get away, he’s really vulnerable, right? Right now you were holding his slim waist, with a perfect view on his ass too… shouldnt you make use of this rare opportunity?

“Hey, phainon. There’s no one here right now.” Your voice was a little muffled through the wall, so he didn’t quite catch it. “What?” “I said there’s no one around us, we are completely alone. This area is very secluded after all.” Phainon turned his head to glance back at you, even though it was impossible with the wall between you two. “Ah.. erm, is that so?” He sounded a little confused, wondering why you were telling him all this. “I’m just saying… even if we did something here, no one would know.”

Did something? Were you referring to this humiliating situation of his? Well he is grateful that you will be the only one seeing him like this. “Oh, yea. That’s a good thing?” For some reason, his heart rate was speeding up, and he had a weird feeling about this. He’d always get this sinking feeling in his chest whenever you are planning something, like right now. Why were you squeezing his waist and running your hands all the way down to his butt?

Not just simple touching neither, you were groping him. The sudden sensation was enough to force a gasp out of the male, “ah… w-wait, partner, you… are you thinking of doing that?” If he were able to see the expression on your face, he wouldn’t have posed such a question. What a shame that you can’t look at his in his current a state neither. “Mhm, I want to play around a little. Do you mind?”

Passing the ball back to him, letting him ‘choose’ while already getting handsy with him… how cruel. He felt the way your fingers were probing at his waistband, threatening to dip inside. How your hips were pressed right up against his ass, making him get all sorts of dirty thoughts. And this out here in public…! Even if it was an empty piece of land, the chance of getting caught couldn’t be ruled out.

Despite that, phainon felt himself excited too. His cheeks darkening by a few shades, fingers bawled into a tight fist yet still shaking. Was he seriously turned on by the thought of being exposed? Was it alright to be so lewd? In the end, he carved in. He trusted you, after all. “No, I… I don’t. So do what you want with me, partner.”

What a cute little puppy he was, so obedient. “I hope you don’t come to regret it.”

Soon enough, you got his lower half stripped bare. It was a real struggle to pull off his pants in this position. You placed both hands on his ass, kneading the firm yet soft flesh a few times, earning yourself a muffled moan from the boy. “Ughh… s-stop that, we need to… get this over with fast…” while he did comply to your request, he was still feeling nervous about this. His thighs squeezed together as if that’d hide his straining erection, already leaking precum down his thighs.

“Not in the mood for foreplay today? That won’t do though.” You chuckled and wrapped a hand around his shaft, pumping him slowly. At the same time, you spread his hole and let your saliva drip down to use as lube. “I still need to prepare you a little bit, no?” By the looks of it, this ‘play session’ of yours was going to last way longer than he intended. Just as he was about to complain to you, he felt your fingers penetrating him, stretching his insides out with that familiar burn.

“Ah- hnhHhgg…!! W-what, wait.. o-one moment, ah, mhMn just s-slow down a little…♡♥︎” before he knew it, he already turned into a mewling, moaning mess, and that just by your fingers alone. You just always knew where to touch to get the most reactions out of him, it was addicting how well you knew his body. “Nghh… ah-ahhhnGg ♥︎ r-right there, no too much…!! G-gentle, partner.. please.” All you did was curl your digits and it’s already too much? “Phainon, your body is still so sensitive, no matter how much we do it.”

After you deemed him stretched out enough, you finally removed your fingers. By that point, he was already drooling both from the front and back. His dick weeping with the loss of sensation, still dripping everywhere, and his face decorated with fresh tears. His chest heaved, the wall around his waist still keeping him in place no matter how much he thrashed. Tomorrow, there will surely be a red ring of bruises on his skin.

Phainon’s eyes were all glazed over, his tongue lolling out while his feet kicked indents into the grass below. You could be so mean to him sometimes. Overstimulating him by being so rough with the fingering, then pulling away entirely and denying him release… he was sobbing so much, “hnNghh… p-please, I want more, m-more… don’t stop now, I’m begging… I’m sorry, please ♡” Since he was asking for it so adorably, you should give it to him, no?

Which is what you did, pushing the tip of your cock inside his still tight and warm entrance. “Ah-aAAhHHnNgg~♥︎♡♥︎!! O-oh titans… oh-nGhmm…!! ♡ b-big…” his nails pushed and clawed at the wall, his fingertips all pale with how much force was behind it. This felt so good, it hurts, yet it was good. How does one explain this? And once when you pushed the rest of it inside him as well, his legs gave out below him, causing him to slip up. “MGHnnNg, t-too faa- hnGgh— f-fast… it’s too much ♥︎”

“Seriously~ shouldn’t the deliverer be able to take at least this much?” You teased, both hands now placed on his hips as you pulled out slowly, until only the tip was inside again, then pushing back equally as gentle. “T-this is something ah-uhnHg~ entirely di-different…!” He argued back, yet his insides were squeezing around you as if he just got even more aroused. It was cute seeing him struggle in his restrained state, the grass beneath him already dug out by his boots until only dirt remains. “You need to loosen up a little, I can barely move.”

He tried to do as you said, taking deep breaths, but who’d be able to relax when you are still moving your damn hips?! Couldnt you let him catch a break first before continuing? He bit down on his lips, suddenly remembering that he was outside and squeezed his eyes shut. Tears clung to his pretty lashes, his hair sticking to his forehead due to the layer of glistening sweat stuck to his skin. Poor thing could only whisper under the onslaught of sensations, “I-I’m trying… just, p-please, not too rough…”

Well, guess you didn’t hear his plea. He did whisper that last part, and there was a thick wall between your two. Because no way in any universe was the pace you were going at not rough. The sound of skin slapping against skin was embarrassingly loud. And while he couldn’t see it, he felt like his butt was turning red by how deep each of your thrusts were. Hitting that sweet spot deep inside him with horrifying accuracy, basically punching the moans out of him.

He couldnt help but whimper around your name, his voice turning slurry and slutty, “nghHh, y-y/n, ah-NGhn p-please, feels good mnGhfff m-more, harder, I’m closeee~♥︎♡♡” you grabbed his dick, squeezing it softly as a warning, “no you don’t. Not yet, you are being way too quick.” He could swear the wall was almost vibrating by how much you were messing him up, pounding into his prostate again and again. He cried out even more when he noticed your grip on his cock was preventing him from cumming, his head shaking from side to side. “N-no, no… l-let me cum, p-please…hnNghh…!!”

It was amazing how he’s totally forgotten about the public part now, whining and weeping so openly. It just felt that good, huh? You didn’t want it to end yet though, you wanted to admire the pretty sight of him getting fucked senseless a little more. The way his rim stretched around your base, his thighs shivering each time you’d pull back, it’s almost too erotic. On top of that, it’s gotten so much easier to fill him up now. “I don’t know~ I’m not satisfied yet. Don’t you want to be good for me, phainon?”

Hearing that, phainon let out another sad, desperate whine, begging oh so prettily, “I’m sorry.. I-i really wanna cum… p-please, please please… ♡♡ please let me c-cum, ah- ah,,, I’m begging..!!” Phainon stuttered, eyes rolling back while his cock felt like it was going to burst. Poor puppy just didn’t know when to give up, huh? Never mind, you liked that stubborn side of him. So you sped up your pace even more, something he didn’t know was possible, and hummed with a playful tilt, “alright alright, you do know I like spoiling you.”

The moment he felt your hand leave his throbbing erection, he felt a sense of relief in his chest. Finally, he was going to get the release he wanted so much. And surely enough, just two more trusts into his favourite spots later, something snapped inside him. He bit down on his own hand to muffle his voice as his body tipped over the edge, white ropes of cum spilling out and defiling both him and the wall he was stuck in. “MMhhGgh~ ♡♥︎♡ hnGGghh—MNfffghh~!!” His climax seemed to last for minutes, a full body shudder wrecking through his frame.

His palm was bleeding now, the skin torn due to his bite, his eyes fluttering shut as he heaved, panting, trying desperately to calm down from the high. You could see the way his muscles strained with the effort of holding back, lest the wall starts falling apart and catches the attention of others. The last thing he needed right now was to get caught crying with his own cum trailing down his legs.

Oh how you wished to see his expression in this moment though. He came so much after all! Was he smiling? Still crying? Just how debauched must he has looked~ “What a shame… I would have loved to see your face. This wall did a good job restraining you, but it is still quite inconvenient.” You sighed, actually sounding disappointed, before teasing him again, “so let’s go for a second round once we are home. This time, you better show me all of your dirty expressions ♥︎”

" A - Ah !. . . H - Hey ! "

Skott squeaked , feeling your deft fingers wrap around his leaking cock .

The touch sent sparks of pleasure down his spine , breathing heavily . His hips bucked against your hand .

" P -- please . . . stop teasing me ! " He whined .

You smirked .

You leaned in close , the smirk widened . You began to stroke his cock , your movements slowly at first but gradually picked up the pace .

The IPC guide couldn't stop the moans that escaped his lips , he tried to move his hands but was reminded that they were still tied .

He whimpered .

You continued to stroke him off , slowing down everytime he was about to cum .

Which might've made him start tearing up after a few more minutes of denying him of much needed release .

You decided to grant him a little mercy but not without biting down on his neck , earning a cry from him . Causing him to finally spill all over your hand .

You smirked and pulled away .

Watching the poor guy pant heavily , whimpering softly .

He slowly looked up at you through wet lashes , letting out a whine .