#sub poe

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 ♡

Imagine Poe in that, face flushed and fingers trying to pull down the hem of the fabric to cover more, even though you've seen all you need to. Imagine grabbing him and throwing him onto the bed even as he yelps in surprise.

Imagine pinning Poe's thighs open and back against the bed, pushing the fabric of the suit aside as you kiss along his thighs, your lips getting closer and closer to his hole before slipping right past it and kissing his other thigh, making him whine and complain wordlessly as his fingers fist in your hair and his chest shudders.

Fuck, imagine making Poe beg for it, teasing him endlessly by letting your nose just nudge his hole as you kiss the crevice of his hips before moving on. Imagine making him so impatient that he sobs, mumbling, "[Name], please..."

Imagine finally giving him what he wants, letting your lips kiss his hole before poking your tongue in, the shocks of pleasure making Poe widen his eyes and moan so lewdly you smirk against his hole. Imagine eating him out the way you know he likes it, his thighs shaking either side of your head as he pants and huffs beneath you.

And fuck, imagine him loosing his head over the feel of your warm tongue in him, his pupils blown out and throat hoarse already from moaning and crying. His fingers no longer needing to hold on to your head because you're giving him all he needs, so he just clutches at the bedsheet beneath him in a desperate attempt to ground himself.

Imagine having to hold Poe's hips down because he starts trying to grind onto your tongue, tears falling from his eyes as his chest heaves with each breath.

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?

There was only one right answer. It was him. Of course it was your dear partner. He’s been obeying you so nicely, bouncing up and down on top of you without taking a break. His back was facing you, giving you a nice view of his ass, as well as how your dick gets hurried inside him each time he slumps back into your lap. These shaking hands grabbed yours, making you hold onto his waist harder and leaving bruises behind.

You leaned against him, lips hovering above his neck as your hot breath tickled his skin. A shiver ran down his spine when you whispered something again, “answer me, pretty boy.” That’s what you said, but you wouldn’t give him time to speak and think! Relentlessly pounding him while kissing and sucking on his back, painting his body with marks and hickeys. Who would under such circumstances be able to speak properly? All he could let out were soft sobs paired with high-pitched whimpers. Back arched away from you, hands bawled into fists as he slams himself against your crotch.

His hair was a messy nest, flying around and obstructing his view, not that he could have registered anything anyway since he was only focused on the stretching feeling inside him. Every time he slows down for what reason ever, you’d run your hip upwards to meet his, hitting his prostate with such pinpoint accuracy that it makes him see stars. Electricity would course through his body like huge waves of pleasure, rendering him unable to even form a single coherent word. One of poe’s hands was wrapped around his dick to jerk himself off. But poor baby has been too distracted by the feeling of getting fucked dumb, so much that he forgot to move his hand. Now only holding it like it’s some kind of broken decoration that’s leaking its filth everywhere.

Really, everywhere. His precum spread to the sheets, his thighs, and even his belly. Now everything became sticky because of him. What a naughty boy he was, creating such a chaos. When Poe still didn’t muster enough energy to answer your questions, you squeezed down on his hips, getting a better grip before forcing him up and down your cock in a rough pace. “Hu- ah..aAAHHhHNHgG wait- y/n..!! Too much oh <3 too much!” He’d complain, but due to the moans it doesn’t sound very convincing. Watching his muscles tighten as more tears roll down his body, along with droplets of sweat. His rosy cheeks were so adorable, his body too, so perfect for you. A perfect little toy for you to adore.

Once again you groaned into his ear, “tell me, Poe, who’s my good boy?” After you finished your sentence, you noticed how his rim clenched down on you, holding onto you without wanting to let go. “Mhmm..! I- I…” he tried to answer you, he really did, yet whenever he opens his mouth only more whines would spill out. “Go on baby, take your time.” You smirked at him, a comforting smile that told him everything will be alright. Poe closed his eyes in an attempt to collect his thoughts, but it backfired and made him focus only on the way you stretched his walls. God it was heavenly, it was ecstasy he never experienced before. Whenever you just meekly brushed against his sweet spot, he’d mewl and squeak like a little slut.

This is no good, he was close, he had to answer you or else he might receive a punishment. Why do you want him to praise himself anyway? It’s so embarrassing! When you once again drove your dick deep inside him, hitting spots he never knew existed, he lost all energy and slumped back against your chest. A melting expression on his face as drool dripped down his chin, body sore from all the overstimulation already. His legs twitched around as a poor attempt to balance out the pleasure he received. He was exhausted, he couldn’t keep going anymore, all he did in that moment was giving himself to you completely, letting you use him like a toy.

“This won’t do, you have to speak, pretty boy.” You reminded him, while clasping one hand over his, the one pathetically trying to play with his own member. “Uhh.. it feels ah, hNng too good.” He gave out, barely able to register the meaning of your words. “Hmm, but you can speak right? Need me to repeat my question?” Even now you didn’t give up, fucking his brains out while giving him orders. “Hic, hmm… m-me… ah, I’m your go- uhHnn good boy..<3” Poe answered eventually, after that his tongue stuck out and his eyes rolled back. As if you milking his prostate wasn’t enough, you were forcing his hand to pump his length up and down now as well! He was going to break at this point!

“Good job, that’s right, you are my loveliest good boy, so be proud of it alright?” You said, before pointing into him faster and harder as a reward. “AhhHHHHh!! OohhH! Too much- too deep!!! Y/n HngHh, too fasttt!!” Aww, he’s crying about how he can’t handle this again, such an adorable thing. Since he’s encouraging you so feverishly, you had to respond to his pleads, right? Grinning from ear as to ear as you mumbled, “Shh, don’t worry, you won’t break that quick, I want to make this moment last.”