#ttt x reader

━━━ .°˖✧ a is for aftercare ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what are they like after sex?

╰₊✧ he’s a little silly, although he doesn’t do it intentionally, stretching himself out the same way a cat would while making jokes that make you giggle with a roll of your eyes. they’re always so awful, a little less than the quality of dad jokes, but you’re so infatuated with him that you smile anyway. after he does that, he’s quiet for a moment before quickly remembering that he’s a gentleman, jumping out of bed in the most cartoonish manner to fetch you all the essentials while you recover. he gets the job done, but not without making you double over in laughter because he managed to stub his toe on the table while giving you water.

━━━ .°˖✧ b is for body ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what is their favorite part of them and on you?

╰₊✧ on him, he’s very proud of his physique, but particularly his arms. he’s put a lot of effort into them by going to the gym multiple times a week and watching his diet, and knowing how much you adore his body as well, he’ll send you some suggestive photos of himself missing an article of clothing or two if he’s in a cheeky mood. however, it should be noted that he’s unable to dish out what he serves, so if you’re being a tease by sending him something back, then he’d probably have to rush to the nearest restroom because of how fast he got a boner.

╰₊✧ he’s obsessed with your tits, despite how vulgar it sounds, although he loves your entire being. big or small, he loves to idly hold them in his hands or rest his head on them as though they were cushions. if his mouth isn’t on your pussy, then they’re on your breasts, swirling his tongue around the perked nipples like a baby.

━━━ .°˖✧ c is for cum ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ anything to do with cum.

╰₊✧ with how much he loves your boobs, he has a thing for cumming on your chest and watching the white drip down it. he usually pulls out at the last second, and regardless of whether he’s thrusting into your hole or into your mouth, he’s always finishing on your chest if the position permits. 

━━━ .°˖✧ d is for dirty secret ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what lewd things have they been hiding from you?

╰₊✧ everytime he comes across something that isn’t safe for work, whether it’s a porn video, lustful fanart, or dirty paragraphs of smut, his mind always substitutes the naked woman on the screen for you, even if she looks nothing like you. he doesn’t tell you this because he doesn’t want you to think he’s actively searching for these things on purpose, but twitter’s algorithm is so messed up that he sees things he can’t unsee every other day, but when the image flashes in his mind of your nude body in the same pose, then he isn’t sure he wants to forget it.

━━━ .°˖✧ e is for experience ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how experienced are they? do they know what they are doing?

╰₊✧ claude has probably slept with one or two people before meeting you, so he has a general idea of what he’s doing, but he’s more than eager to learn how he can improve so that he can have you feeling pleasure like you’ve never felt before.

━━━ .°˖✧ f is for favorite position ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ self-explanatory.

╰₊✧ he isn’t really too picky about it and is flexible enough to pull most of them off, preferring to just assume what feels the most comfortable and natural at the moment.

━━━ .°˖✧ g is for goofy ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous?

╰₊✧ your boyfriend can be funny, but it’s never intentionally, and he frequently gets embarrassed by his mistakes while you’re trying to save his ego by holding back your giggles. sometimes his dirty talk falters, sometimes he slips out, sometimes his voice cracks, and he’s mortified every time, but he’s so cute and, depending on how obvious it was, you usually just pretend you didn’t notice anything.

━━━ .°˖✧ h is for hair ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?

╰₊✧ yes, the rumors are true, his bush is also opalescent, although it’s slightly darker than the hair on his head and noticeably curlier. it’s neatly trimmed, but it grows quickly out of control, and because of the unnatural color, you’ve never been able to really get used to it and can never help but stare for a couple of seconds. claude himself isn’t quite sure how he feels about that, but leans more positive. 

━━━ .°˖✧ i is for intimacy ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how romantic are they in the moment?

╰₊✧ if you want him to be romantic or it’s a special occasion, then he can go all out with the romance. rose petals, candles, chocolates, champagne, and everything else that’s all things extravagant and thoughtful. he’ll tenderly hold you in his arms, pepper your face in kisses, and whisper words of love into your ear while gently thrusting into you. it doesn't just end with the sex either, as he’ll carry you over to the bath and help you clean up while praising how beautiful you are. 

╰₊✧ although, if you want him to be rough and unforgiving, then he might be a little confused at first, but he has no problem throwing you over his shoulder and tossing you onto the bed with a reminder to use the safe word if it gets too intense. 

━━━ .°˖✧ j is for jack off˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ do they masturbate without you? if so, how?

╰₊✧ sometimes it happens while you’re away, sometimes he doesn’t have it in him to bother you when you’re relaxing, sometimes he gets frustrated over a game or potion recipe, but he thinks he does it more than the average person does. he tries to be quiet when he’s fisting his cock, although he doesn’t do a very good job at hiding the pathetic little whimpers that slip out while he’s whispering your name.

━━━ .°˖✧ k is for kink ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what kind of freaky things are they into giving and receiving?

╰₊✧ mild bsdm (as the submissive one) - seeing you be dominant over him has him absolutely feral to the most shameless levels possible (especially if you go the extra mile to dress up in all black leather and high heels? oh, he might pass out before you even touch him). he’s not really much of a masochist and wouldn’t enjoy anything hardcore like spanking or being whipped, but he’s all for being tied up and edged while you degrade him for being such a desperate little whore.

╰₊✧ pegging - he was so nervous bringing it up, but it’s something he’s always wanted to try. although he was a little stiff at first, it certainly helped that you were extremely gentle and constantly checked in to see how he was doing. once he got used to it, he quickly found himself obsessed and would even ask you to be rougher with him. 

╰₊✧ aphrodisiacs - it’s not frequently used or very potent for that matter, but every now and then, he brings back a potion, perfume, or chocolate that invokes deep desire and makes you both feel everything in a more sensitive and sensual manner. (it’s not that he doesn’t think you two can’t arouse each other just fine, but he thinks it just adds a little bit of extra fun.)

╰₊✧ lingerie & body worship - maybe he just has a thing for seeing you all dolled up, but when he sees you emerge from the shadows all dressed up in silk, satin, or lace, he can feel himself start salivating like an untrained dog. you look so gorgeous that he doesn’t even want to take it off all the way, just kissing and sucking at your succulent skin while raving about how pretty you were, getting off at the way you would sigh and moan.

╰₊✧ breast/thigh fucking - i will not be elaborating

━━━ .°˖✧ l is for location ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what are their favorite places to have sex?

╰₊✧ anywhere in the privacy of your own home works for him. he’s not too much of an exhibitionist who gets off on the idea of possibly being caught or overheard, but it has happened on a few occasions where no one even noticed that the two of you snuck off to fuck in some broom closet or whatever because of how busy the location is. 

━━━ .°˖✧ m is for motivation ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what turns them on?

╰₊✧ seeing you do the little things turns him on, watching your jacket slip off your shoulders while you’re taking it off, watching you apply your lipgloss, or even just moving closer to him when you’re cuddling. he doesn’t usually think of himself as much of a pervert, but he’s just so obsessed with you that it’s difficult not to feel his heart racing when he’s merely looking at you.

━━━ .°˖✧ n is for no ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what are their turn-offs and things they wouldn’t do?

╰₊✧ he would never do anything to hurt you, even if he isn’t opposed to being hurt by you himself, because it just doesn’t feel right to him to be giving the pain. he also isn’t a fan of roleplay just because he finds it impossible to hold character and to keep a straight face.

━━━ .°˖✧ o is for oral ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how do they give you head and react to receiving it? which do they prefer?

╰₊✧ giving head - he gets off on knowing how good he’s making you feel, and even if there’s zero fiction going on for him, he can feel his cock standing at high attention at the way you gasp when he puts his mouth on you. his tongue piercing only elevates the feeling, with the contrast of the hard metal against the soft muscle making you shudder with delight.

╰₊✧ receiving head - he tries his best to compose himself, he really does, but he always ends up a breathy mess who can’t stop squirming for the life of him. claude blushes easily, and it’s evident with the pink dusting his face while you’re sucking him off, his hand on your head while he’s unsure if he wants to push you away because it’s too much to handle or if he wants to pull you closer because he wants more.

━━━ .°˖✧ p is for pace ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?

╰₊✧ he’s usually somewhere in the middle, but it can differ depending on the occasion. it’s never completely one or the other because he always feels like he needs to be romantic when he’s going too fast and like he needs to speed things up when he’s being too gentle. 

━━━ .°˖✧ q is for quickie ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what are their opinions on quickies?)

╰₊✧ your boyfriend isn’t against them in the slightest, and the two of you have initiated them on more than one occasion, but he doesn’t think anything beats the sensuality of taking his time in the bedroom. although, he will admit, nothing quite beats the rush of having time constraints either. 

━━━ .°˖✧ r is for risk ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ are they game to experiment? what kinds of risks are they willing to take?

╰₊✧ he’s willing to take risks, especially if it’s on him. maybe he has some sort of experimentation kink after years of testing out potions and spells on himself, but he has so much fun whenever you’re testing out different toys and kinks on him, almost as if he likes the feeling of being used by you. however, if you did turn the tables and had him test out new things on you, he would end up getting nervous, even if it wasn’t too hardcore, because he’s scared of hurting you or causing you discomfort.

━━━ .°˖✧ s is for stamina ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how many rounds can they go? how long do they last?

╰₊✧ claude used to barely be able to do any more than a single round, but once he started working out and improving his stamina, then he could last a good four rounds for quite some time before he has to tap out.

━━━ .°˖✧ t is for toys ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ do they own them? do they prefer to use them on you or themselves?

╰₊✧ he was one of those guys who couldn’t even pick up an adult toy without feeling like a child who looked a little too deeply into their parents’ closet, but he curiously bought some online to see what the hype was about, and once it got mixed in with your bedroom activities, he kept them in the bedside drawer for convenient access. 

━━━ .°˖✧ u is for unfair ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how much do they like to tease? do they like to be teased themself?

╰₊✧ he doesn’t usually tease you very much, preferring to give you everything you want and a little too much of it by overstimulating you instead. although, he loves being teased and edged by you himself, even if it borders on sexual torture. sometimes you’re even a little bit concerned about it because you’re worried it might be too much for him, but when you see the orgasmic look on his face, you know he’s exactly where he wants to be. 

━━━ .°˖✧ v is for volume ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how loud are they? what kinds of sounds do they make?

╰₊✧ oh, he’s loud and makes sounds so pretty that you wonder if he used to be a pornstar or did those not safe for work boyfriend audios before you met him with all those moans and whimpers. he tries to pipe down most of the time, particularly if you’re not fucking in a convenient location or if he knows the neighbors are home, but it’s impossible when you’re making him so good. 

━━━ .°˖✧ w is for wild card ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what’s a random sex headcanon?

╰₊✧ claude owns a lot of really randomly patterned underwear, so sometimes in the heat of the moment, you’ll be stripping him of his clothing only to find that his boxers have little angry goombas from super mario all over them. they never ruin the mood entirely, but you can never help but crack a smile and a little giggle while he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

━━━ .°˖✧ x is for x-ray ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what’s going on under those clothes?

╰₊✧ he’s relatively buff with his years of gym training, noticeable muscles that can pick you up and toss you around with ease, but he prefers to hold a more gentle disposition. his cock is a perfect six inches and stands straight, not too girthy, although it’s just enough to give you a little resistance. 

━━━ .°˖✧ y is for yearning ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how high is their sex drive?

╰₊✧ as a young man who is deeply infatuated with you in both body and soul, he has a higher sex drive than some and usually pulls you into the bedroom with lustful intentions about four to five times a week, sometimes even more, considering how easy it is to get him worked up.

━━━ .°˖✧ z is for zzz ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how quickly do they fall asleep after the act?

╰₊✧ after all the aftercare is done and wrapped up, he’ll do a final check-in with you to ensure you’re perfectly alright before even thinking of going to bed. he usually falls asleep a little after you do, just because he wants to see your eyes flutter shut and pull you closer to him to cuddle.

What A Cute Bunny

Wilson

Wilson was not feeling okay today. He had just completed his hero duties that were super tough on him today, And on top of that his girlfriend turned out to be cheating on him, so he broke up with her, crying more than he ever had before. The hero was walking around town, and then happened upon this place that Vanta had told him about since he came there regularly. He decided to enter the building and see what what all the fuss was about.

When he entered he was greeted by all these girls in bunny suits, both waitresses and bartenders. It looked like a cozy place, and he felt comfortable there. Smooth jazz was playing over the speakers, and the girls all seemed very kind. He sat down at the bar, and his bartender for the night was you.

"Hello, darling, what can I get started for you?" you asked the hero. He ordered the tallest, strongest drink you had to offer. With a sigh, he started sipping his drink, as he occasionally kept glancing your way. You were absolutely stunning, and the entire time, you treated him kindly. He hated to admit it, but this felt so nice after the heartache he went through. Part of him felt bad to be interested in another girl so quickly after what happened, but he just felt so... Safe around you.

"What's the matter, honey? Do you want to talk about it?" you asked as you placed a hand on his and gave him a comforting smile. He started talking about all the things that were bothering him with tears in his eyes. You listened to him and reassured him, that was part of your job after all. After he had talked about it, he did feel a little bit better. You walked around the bar to give him a hug. As you hugged him, a blush appeared on his face. You smelled nice, and the hug felt so warm.

"You have been going through so much. And you look incredibly lonely. I can help you out, make you feel better, if you want," you said as you took his hands in yours. He nodded and let you lead him into a room out back. When he got into the room, he realised what exactly you meant by 'helping him'. It was a cosy-looking room, and if he didn't know better, he'd say he was in a brothel right now.

"Is this something the girls here do more often?" he asked curiously. "Yeah, pretty much," you answered, "if we feel like someone really needs it. We are here to offer company, after all." You continued, and the hero nodded. You gently pushed him onto the couch and sat on his lap. You kissed him as you entangled your hands in his hair. Wilson moaned into your mouth as he wrapped his arms around you. You broke the kiss to kiss his jawline and his collarbone, and you scooted back a little bit. Your hand landed on his belt, and you looked at him questioningly and the hero nodded in response. You undid his belt, and pulled down his pants and boxers a little bit so his dick could spring free. You moved the crotch part of the suit to the side so you could sink down on his cock. Wilson moaned loudly, and his arms wrapped around you once more. You started bouncing on his dick as you let your arms rest on his shoulders. Wilson whimpered, and you thought that was absolutely adorable. He looked like he really needed this, so you were happy to provide for him. You had done this a lot before, so your legs were able to do this no problem, but Wilson still wanted to help you, so he placed his hands on your hips so he could help you bounce up and down.

Wilson felt so needy, and this felt so nice to him, that his orgasm approached him sooner than he would have wanted to. He told you he was getting close, so you started putting in a little bit more effort. You bounced with even more effort, and you gave him a French kiss that made him go dizzy. Maybe it was the alcohol, or his approaching orgasm, but it was probably both. "I'm gonna cum... fuck..." Wilson moaned as a warning for you to get off of him, so that's what you did. You quickly replaced your cunt with your hand so you could get him there. With a whimper, he released all over your hand and his own stomach.

You kept sitting on his lap as he held you, and he cried into your shoulder. It was all too much to him; he was so overwhelmed. You were honestly starting to like him. He was adorable, handsome, and he seemed like an awesome guy. You gave him your number so he could call you anytime he felt like he needed some company, and you told him that this room would always be available to him if he wanted it. He whispered a 'thank you' and asked you if it was ok if he came back tomorrow. With a smile that made butterflies appear in his stomach, you replied with an "Of course, anytime, darling."

Claude

Claude had taken a nap before he decided to go out, and he had an interesting dream. It was a wet dream, featuring you, the bunny girl working at the club he regularly went to. He was head over heels for you, and Kunai and Victoria had teased him a lot about this. He took a cold shower to hopefully calm down the hormones a little bit, wore the best cologne he had and got dressed to go out.

He entered the club and was immediately greeted by you, his favourite bunny working there. "Hello, sweetheart, I was expecting you!" you said with a wink as you handed him his usual drink. Then the two of you started talking about how your day had been and what you had been up to. He admitted to you that he dreamed about you before he headed here with a blush on his cheeks, that spread to his neck the more he thought about it. He didn't tell you the details, though, he didn't want to creep you out. You giggled and asked him what exactly he was dreaming about as you leaned over the bar, since you were really interested in whatever he had to tell you. You had liked him ever since he first set foot in this place, and you had some spicy dreams about him yourself lately. The two of you wanted each other so badly, but neither of you knew for sure if the other liked them. But Claude decided to take his chances for the night. Like a stuttering mess, he told you about the dream he had, this time including the lewd details. You listened to him with wide eyes, and Claude was afraid he had fucked it all up forever. But relief washed over him as you admitted to him that you had these kinds of dreams lately as well. Finally, both of you had a confirmation about something you had been wondering for a while.

He wanted you so badly, but like the gentleman he was, he said he would wait until your shift was done so he could "walk you home" *wink wink* So you served him some more drinks, but he didn't want to be too drunk, no, he wanted to make sure he would remember this night. Technically, the girls weren't allowed to drink on the job, but your boss never made a big fuss about it if any of you did. So you did take a few shots to get the courage for whatever was going to happen after your shift was over. When you weren't busy serving other customers, you would spend some more time with him. You already shared some heated French kisses, and you sat on his lap for a little bit while your hands played with his beautiful opal and lilac colored hair. Being company was a part of the job of the girls working there, but this wasn't your job brain making you do this; this was your feelings for him taking over.

After your shift had ended, the two of you walked over to your place as you held hands. When you arrived at your place, you pushed him against the door as you kissed him, and your hands wandered around his body. You needed him so badly, so your hand eventually ended at his crotch. "How about we take this to the bedroom?" you whispered in his red glowing ear, and he responded with an eager nod. You took his hand in yours and you led him to the bedroom of your apartment, and you pushed him onto your bed after you took off your "work uniform".

"God, you look so beautiful..." the cleric whimpered after you came to sit down on his lap. It did feel a little bit unfair, though, you were completely naked, while he was still fully clothed. You asked him if he was ok with undressing, and with a nod, he started to take off his clothes. After he was done undressing, you lay down next to him and took hold of him. During another heated make-out session, you held him close enough so he landed on top of you when you rolled over. You were the one blushing this time, as you felt his dick so close to the place you wanted him most, and god, he wanted to get inside of you so bad.

"Please, I need you right now," Claude whispered, and you wrapped your legs around him. You gave him the nod, and he slowly entered you. "God, why must you be so big?" you asked as you felt him stretching you out, and the cleric hated how much that statement turned him on even more. He gave you some time to adjust, and after you gave him the okay, he started moving his hips. It felt so good to finally have him inside of you, after wanting it for so long, and Claude felt the same way. He moaned, whined and whimpered a lot, and it made you feel so sexy, so desired. You clawed at his back as you moaned into his neck, angling your hips to meet his with every move. Both of you were vocal the entire time, and telling each other how much you love the other. You could tell he was getting close with his movements becoming more erratic, and he could tell you were so close to spilling over as well. He angled his hips differently, so his dick was rubbing against your clit with every move of his hips. With a scream, you came, as your tongue lolled out and drool left the corner of your mouth. As he helped you through your orgasm, you begged him to cum inside, and he was happy to oblidge. With a few more thrusts, he released inside of you as he let out one of the most erotic moans you've ever heard a guy make. He ever so elegantly collapsed on top of you, as both of you tried to steady your heartbeat and breathing. You were satisfied, but not entirely, and apparently he wasn't either because he stayed hard inside of you. So both of you kept going at it until you saw the sun peeking through the curtains.

Vanta

Vanta was sitting in a booth in a corner at the bar, far away from others. He didn't want to see other people at all, because he was furious, but he really craved seeing you. He knew this specific booth was your designated serving location, so he always sat here. He had a massive crush on you, and he came here a lot, and only you could cheer him up. You brought him his drink and then sat down next to him.

"Hello, sweetheart, why the long face?" you asked as you leaned your head onto his shoulder and put your hand on his thigh. With balled fists, he told you that the missions lately had been really hard on him. He saw a lot of people lose their lives, and he was angry at himself that he wasn't able to save them, and not even Zali was able to help them. He wasn't mad at his friend; he knew he tried his best, and the logic part of his brain knew that sometimes you do all you can, but it will never feel like enough. But even if he knew all these things, it would not remove the feeling of massive disappointment in himself. You listened to him intently, and your hand moved over to his, gently unballing his fist so it would be more relaxed. He looked at you as you did that, and you saw the expressions on his face soften. You were exactly what he wanted right now, and you delivered, because you could always tell what he needed the most in that very moment. You made him an offer he couldn't refuse:

"Take it all out on me, I don't mind. How about we go to the back so we can take care of this, what do you say?" you said as a blush crept onto your cheeks. You knew he was strong and he could snap your back easily if he wanted to, but you knew he wouldn't because you knew he loved you, and you loved him. You've had a crush on him for a little while now, and it always made you happy every time you saw him. He nodded, and you took him to the "special rooms" the girls used for these very things. You locked the door behind you as Vanta went to sit down on the bed. You asked Vanta to undress, as you took off your own clothes. He quickly did so because he needed you, and he needed you now.

"Let me know when I do something you don't like," the tyrant said as he threw you on the bed and got on top of you. "I like it rough, darling, do whatever you want. If it hurts too much, I'll let you know, I promise," you said as you pulled him in for a hungry kiss, and Vanta wasted no time pushing into you. Without giving you time to adjust, he started snapping his hips into yours. He was still holding back, though, and you could tell. "More. Give me more. I can take it," you moaned into his ear as your nails dug into his back. You didn't have to tell him twice. His pace became even harder, deeper, faster. He kissed you in between growls and grunts. He needed this so fucking much. He couldn't believe his luck. You were letting him use you like a toy, and you actually loved it too. You were becoming a whimpering mess, but you knew he had even more frustration left in him. You took one of his hands and placed it on your neck. "Squeeze," you demanded, and he wasn't sure if he really should, but if you asked him like that, he couldn't deny you. His other hand also moved to your neck, and he squeezed, and the lack of air made you drool, your eyes rolled back, and you moaned even louder. When your hands fell from his back, he released his hands immediately, and you gasped for air. He was worried he almost lost you for good, but after a little bit, you demanded he choke you some more. You wanted him to let out all the anger he had on you, so you would let him. After he had choked you two more times, you were so close to reaching your limit. Seeing your eyes roll back and drool running out of the corner of your mouth made him impossibly more horny and he got so close as well. His hand reached down towards your clit and started rubbing it, and in a matter of seconds you fell apart. He wanted to pull out so he could cum on your stomach, but instead your legs locked around his hips, not letting him go anywhere. "Cum inside, please," you said while you were getting overstimulated as fuck, and with a few more thrusts, he released inside of you.

You were sitting on your own, it is cold, so you have a blanket drapped over your shoulders. Holding a cup of hot drink/cocoa, you blew on them as you gaze out your window. Your phone next to you, it suddenly buzzes.

Your eyes went over to your phone screen, a notification from a man you have been waiting for a week, he hadn't talk to you at all, suddenly disappearing. Out of reach whenever you tried to call him, you were genuinely worried about him for suddenly disappearing on you.

When you see his name on your phone screen, you immediately put down your drink and grabbed your phone. You quickly read his message, you two were having a Long Distance Relationship. It's quite rough for the two of you on early days, but everything worked out in the end.

Both of you shared locations, often sending gifts to each other. It's very sweet of him not gonna lie, you fell harder for him each day. Not a day goes without doing a video call at least once, sharing stories of how each other's day went.

But the past week, he hasn't really been talking to you much, saying he's 'busy' and he didn't really tell you on what made him that busy. You were completely out of touch for a week, and now he suddenly messaged you telling you to get out of your apartment.

No way.

You kept repeating that in your head, you fumbled out from your chair. Your blanket fell off your shoulders as you rush out from your apartment, leaving your door open, holding your phone. You constantly keep checking your phone as you also look around, looking for the familiar glimpse of your lover.

No way. No way.

You kept chanting the words, and then you stopped running. You're not standing before a man, his back facing you. You stuttered out his name, quite hesitant. But when you see him turning around, holding a bouquet of flowers.

Your vision start to blur, seeing crystals. You see how his face changed, worry is now plastered on his face. "Love? What's wrong—" You can hear the worry in his voice as he approached you, the scent of the flowers he bought strokes your nostrils.

You then felt his hand brushed against your cheeks, then your vision clears. He wipe your tears away, you can see the worry on his face much more clearly now. "Is this—" He stopped halfway, "Is this a bad timing??—"

"No!—" You immediately replied, making him quite surprised. But then you heard a chuckle from him, he leaned closer to you, his other hand holding a bouquet while the other pulling you close by the waist. He planted a kiss on your temple, you can feel him smiling as he planted a kiss.

"I'm sorry for not contacting you the past week, I was preparing a surprise to see you at new years eve." He explained himself, he then press his forehead against you. "Did I really surprise you by my appearance here? In front of you?" He smiled softly, "That it made you cry?"

You couldn't say anything and immediately hugged him, you felt how his body went stiff for a moment. But then your body is engulfed in his warmth, oh how you've been waiting for this moment.

. . .

After awhile both of you finally inside the apartment, he hung his coat on the coat hanger by the door. He's now by sitting next to you, cuddling together with you. The bouquet of flowers are placed in a vase, you two are by the window, the window have a small couch on them for you to sit alone. But now, you're not alone.

Your lover is now right in front of you, hugging you close. While the two of you gaze out the window, looking up at the night sky. Waiting for the new year, and welcoming them.

You felt him poking the back of your neck, trying to get your attention. You look up at him, who' still looking out the window.

Ah, it seems like he did it unconsciously.

You smiled and planted a kiss on his neck, making him twitch a bit, you see how his neck slowly turning red. His eyes now focused onto your figure, he smiled sheepishly at what you just did. "What's that for?" He asked in a whisper, "You were poking my neck, I thought you needed something from me." You explained. Earning a stuttering lover, he was embarrassed. "D, Did I actually do that— sorry, I must've done that unconsciously.." He apologized, and you were right.

He did it unconsciously.

You chuckled softly as you then kissed his jaw, you heard his shaky breath as you did so. His hand is now on your waist, it tightens. He looked down at you, cheeks flushed.

You two stared at each other for a moment before you leaned closer to him, and then planted a chaste kiss on to his lips. You pulled away for a bit, but then he pulled you in once again.

He kissed you breathless.

When you two pulled away, you two pressed each other's foreheads. You two shared a small laugh, and at that exact moment, fireworks can be heard right outside your window. It is so loud, that it made you two averted your gazes out the window.

The fireworks at the night sky, telling you that it is now a new year.

You two looked at each other once again, kissing each other for a moment before welcoming the first day of the new year.

"Happy New Year Love"

"Happy New Year, Thank you for being here on my first day of the new year."

©fakesimp . 2023

My sexy camgirl

Ever since the two of you became a couple a few months ago, you had been trying to gently force your boyfriend to join you for a stream some time. He had refused several times, saying he would be way too embarrassed because he wasn't too confident about his looks. Which — to you — was absolutely ridiculous, because you thought he looked like some kind of god descended from heaven. His toned body, his beautiful aquamarine eyes that shifted to magenta, his opal-coloured locks that had a lilac ombre to them — he was gorgeous. And obviously, his massive dick was a big plus. He could easily be a porn star with his own cam channel if he so chose.

But no — he remained shy, despite everything. After a tiny bit of convincing, you were allowed to tell chat which particular chatter was your boyfriend, and after a bit more convincing, you were allowed to tell them his name. He hated his name, and the chatters gave him a good reason to.

💬: Claude? What a stupid fucking name lmaaooo 💬: wait, you often call him Clark? idk babygirl but that somehow sounds even worse. 💬: I bet he looks like a total fucking loser too 💬: Wait, that one dildo you used on your first stream in the lavender set is the same size as his dick? there's no chance in hell. 💬: Idk guys, have you seen those waddles of hers after she said she's had sex? he might just be that big, actually.

You'd read enough. You were getting a bit pissy now.

"You guys are just bullies. Listen, a bit of banter is fun from time to time, but don't insult my boyfriend simply because you are a jealous, pathetic prick who wants to fuck me. He's one of the best things that ever happened to me. Yes, he fucks me better than anyone else ever has before, and that's a massive plus. However, he is really gentle, caring, kind, understanding of my job, and he spoils me rotten, even if I insist I can pay for it myself, which I can. I know he does it because he loves me just as much as I love him. So — this is your only warning. Banter is okay, but if you disrespect my boyfriend in a way I deem unacceptable again, you will be banned. You got it?"

Seems you got the message across, as some of the chatters apologised.

💬: You're right, I am jealous... I'm sorry for being mean 💬: Yeah I admit that may have been uncalled for, sorry, reader 💬: You always talk about him so fondly, you clearly mean a lot to each other 💬: People are just jealous cause he's getting your pussy and not them smh. Just ignore them babygirl. Go get some.

Some of them were still being mean and laughing about it, so you banned them, telling them how much they sucked. After that, you continued with your "regularly scheduled program", using that particular purple dildo again as you moaned out his name when you came. If that didn't get the message across, you didn't know what would.

Claude, meanwhile, was listening in on everything that was happening in your streaming room as he was lounging on the bed in your shared bedroom — which was next to the streaming room. He had a massive blush on his face as he heard you pleasure yourself in the room next door, and he couldn't deny that jerking off sounded like a really tempting idea now. Well, barging in there and showing you how it's done to leave you a whimpering, crying mess would be the best option... But he would never have the courage to do that.

So for now, he took his dick out of his pants as he bit his shirt to keep quiet. It didn't take him long to finish — not with those moans and whimpers of yours like a private concert for his ears only, even if it wasn't really a private concert, considering your streaming job. He reached over to the nightstand to grab a tissue to clean himself off, and decided to play a random game on his phone until you were done streaming.

After you were done streaming, you shut off your pc and cleaned up the room. Changing the sheets, cleaning the toys — business as usual. After that, you sauntered over to the bedroom to give your neglected and hard (again) boyfriend some private fun time.

"Hey, baby, sorry for leaving you alone for so long. But dono's just kept rolling in, and you know how stuff goes. But I'm here, at your service, for the rest of the day," you said with a wink as you got on the bed to cuddle your boyfriend. "It's okay," Claude replied, indeed knowing about how you want to give people some more time with you when they spoiled you with extra money, "It's only fair, after all. I mean, I used to be one of those people who threw several dollars your way during a stream." your boyfriend continued with a chuckle as he hugged you close to him to leave some hungry kisses on your lips and on your neck. "Mmm, that's true. But now you spoil me in different ways. Even if you really don't have to, you know," you said between kisses with a smile as you hugged him even tighter. "I love you so much, you marvellous, cute, kind, sexy man," you said as you left a few pecks on his lips. "I love you more, you sweet baby," your boyfriend replied as he gently pressed his forehead against yours. He didn't know he could ever become so soft, romantic and gushy, but here he was.

For the rest of the day, the two of you just mostly cuddled in bed while you watched tv. You'd occasionally go downstairs to get both of you some snacks and something to drink, but it really was mostly cuddles.

The next day was another standard streaming day, but you really wanted to try and get your boyfriend on stream with you. You were going to use all your charms to convince him; you wanted to show those mean chatters just how hot your boyfriend really was.

"You really aren't gonna let this go, are you?" Clark asked you with a pout, trying to put on a cute facade in hopes of making it clear that he was really nervous. "Please, baby, please! It will be such a massive ego boost, I promise! I invited so many ladies into the chat to drool over you! And, I banned all the mean people who were laughing at your name. C'mon, can't leave the fans waiting, now can we?" you asked as you wiggled your eyebrows, as you got on your tippy-toes to kiss him. "Will you shut up about it if I do it once?" he asked you, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, pinky promise," you replied as you entangled his pinky finger in yours. "Unless, somehow, you really enjoy it, that is," you continued. "Ugh, fine. You start streaming soon, right? Just tell me what I should and shouldn't do. I don't want to mess this up for you," your boyfriend said with a nervous chuckle. "It will be fine, I promise. No need to discuss things beforehand, we'll just see how things go. Oh, one thing, though... Fuck me as hard and as long as you can. I don't care if it will make me sore for a couple of days, I will just take a few days off from streaming if I have to," you said as you left a few hungry kisses on his neck. "Fuck you as long and as hard as I can, huh? Yeah, I can do that," your boyfriend replied with a dark, mischievous glint in his eyes.

And so, both of you got ready for the stream. You put on that particular lavender set again, because that is the thing that unified both of you, and you let him wear whatever he felt comfortable in for now.

"Hey everyone, guess who's here? Look at this absolute hottie. Isn't he fucking gorgeous?" you asked your chatters as you let your boyfriend be in full view. Most of the chatters seemed really positive, and the mods were taking care of the haters for you, since you had asked them beforehand, and they didn't mind.

💬: Holy shit, this is your boyfriend? Dude's got guns 💬: Mmm, grey sweatpants... we all know what that means hehe... 💬: Means he's packing something under there.

"Oh yeah, he's packing alright. But — he is really nervous, okay? So give him a chance to talk and calm down a little bit. It took a lot of convincing to even get him on the cam for you guys, so you better be nice, okay?" you demanded of your chatters. And with the mods with their ban hammers ready, most of them showed support.

💬: Yeah I can totally understand. 💬: Even when someone looks as gorgeous as him, it can be intimidating to be on stream with the most watched camgirl on the site 💬: Hi Claude! Good to finally see you! 💬: Finally we get to meet him, it's been forever omg 💬: Has there ever been a hotter couple in the universe? Don't think so!

You were trying to hold back your giggles as you read the kind messages in chat, which you had displayed on a second screen in a much larger font so you could read them from your "working space". You climbed on top of your boyfriend's lap to whisper something that was only meant for his ears.

"Listen, baby... I can't guarantee you won't see a single jealous, negative message, you know that. However, I got plenty of mods at the ready with their ban hammers. I made a post before about how I only want positivity in this stream to help you feel more at ease, and most people seemed really understanding. It's going to be okay, I promise. Just try to relax. And like I said, you can do whatever you want to me today," you said as you let your hands run all over your boyfriend's body in a soothing motion to hopefully calm his nerves. After some time, he nodded, and you got on with your stream.

"So, things are going to be a bit different today, obviously. I have told Claude that he can do whatever he wants to me today. So — tell me, baby, what would you like to do?" you asked as you left a few kisses on his lips and on his neck. "I uh... I'd think I'd just like to make out for a bit first, if that's okay with you?" your boyfriend asked with hesitancy in his voice, and you replied once more that it was about him tonight, so it would be okay.

Chatters went absolutely mad over his voice, saying how hot it was.

💬: Yo dude sounds so hot?! 💬: Fuck his voice is so sexy 💬: Ngl I would fuck him too if I were her, just listen to him!

So, both of you made out for a while. You couldn't help yourself when you felt your boyfriend get hard as you sat in his lap — you just had to stroke his dick. So, through the fabric, you stroked him, making him let out airy moans that the mic barely picked up, but it did.

After a little bit of making out, he had decided that he was ready for more, but you noticed he was still really nervous, so you decided to whisper another message into his ear.

"You're doing great, baby. Eyes on me. Only me. Ignore the screens, the camera, the lights. I should be your focus. Let it happen. Let your needs take over. Ignore the rest of the world; I'm right here," you whispered in between some gentle kisses on his cheek. "Now, fuck me like your life depends on it," you said — louder this time — so the chatters could hear you.

Oh, and did chat hear you. They went absolutely mad, actually.

💬: Oh she wants that fr fr 💬: Dude must be really good if she's that desperate for him 💬: C'mon man, show us that dick.

"So, baby... Are you ready to show chat what I have been drooling and moaning over this entire time, hm?" you asked your boyfriend as you got up from his lap, teasingly pulling at the waistband of his grey sweatpants. "I... Uhm... Yeah, sure. Chat, please don't laugh at me..." Your boyfriend said as he shimmied himself out of those grey sweatpants and left them to be ignored on the floor.

With a nervous smile, he looked into the camera while you climbed back onto his lap to give him some more kisses to hopefully calm him down now that he was fully exposed as a massive blush covered his cheeks — going all the way down to his neck and up to his ears.

💬: LAUGH AT YOU? HOLY SHIT? 💬: This is the kind of dick you see in porn movies 💬: Dude really is packing, this is ridiculous 💬: No wonder she waddles, holy fuck 💬: Guess he really wasn't lying about that dildo size, huh? 💬: Jesus fuck, how do you fit that inside without getting sore after just one round?

You decided to answer the last chatter with a smile.

"Not going sore, huh? I still do, but I like to show it off. Show the world how good I get fucked. By this man, this man right here," you said with a massive smirk as you gently tapped his chest. "Now then, let's get on with it, shall we? Tell me... What do you want? Where do you want me? What do you wanna do?" you asked your lover as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and left some longing kisses on his lips. "Ride me, please," your boyfriend asked you.

You nodded and moved your panties to the side so you could sink down on his cock. You decided to be as loud as possible, but not make it sound fake (because, truth to be told, he always made you make loud sounds during sex anyway), to boost his ego.

"Fuck... You're so fucking big... Fuck, baby..." you moaned as you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth. Your boyfriend instinctively placed his hands on your hips, rubbing slow, soothing circles until you felt okay. That — and he wanted to help you lift up and down when you were ready to move.

After a little bit of time, you lifted up and slammed your hips back down onto his. Both of you moaned out loud as he helped you bounce on his cock.

"Fuck, baby... You feel so fucking good..." your boyfriend groaned out loud while he buried his face in your neck to leave some bitemarks there. That should show everyone to whom you belonged. "Ah~ Fuck, fuck, fuck! Your dick is so fucking big, fuck!" you moaned like an absolute whore as you kept bouncing up and down his dick.

Both of you were like a panting, moaning, groaning mess as you enjoyed each other's bodies to the fullest — holding each other close as you fucked like your life depended on it. It was your turn now to bury your face in his neck, whimpering and whining about how good he made you feel.

He could tell you were close now, especially with the desperate sounds you were making. One hand sneaked between both of you to quickly rub at your clit to give you the best orgasm he could. Sure, his dick was already hitting the most delicious spots inside of you, but this just sent you into an absolute frenzy. He always did that for you — prioritising your satisfaction over his own. But he couldn't deny that your body felt like absolute heaven to him. Always so tight, so eager, so warm; he loved you so much, and your amazing, sexy body was a massive bonus.

With a loud moan, you released all over your boyfriend's dick as you threw your head back, Claude releasing inside of you a few seconds later when his thrusts became erratic after you came.

You got off his lap, out of breath, but in a cheeky mood. You focused the camera on your leaking cunt, letting the viewers see Claude's load leaking out of your overfilled pussy — since his loads were always so huge. (Yippee for zinc, you suppose)

"Mmmmmmm... fuck... Just look at that, chat... He always fills me to the brim, and it feels so fucking good. He fucks me as much as I want, no matter if he's close to collapsing; he will keep fucking. He's an absolute beast who will satisfy me the best he can. Oh... And sure he can," you said with a cheeky grin as you spread your ass apart to let the cum drip out on the floor below.

💬: Fuck, that's a massive load 💬: Oh, when you swallow you get a full course protein shake for sure. 💬: Mmm, seeing that cum drip out of your pussy makes me so fucking hard baby...

Claude couldn't deny it, seeing you rile chat up this way — in a way that would surely make chat jealous — gave him some kind of possessive energy.

"Come back here, baby, I am not done with you — not yet..." your boyfriend said as he got on the bed and patted the space before him. "Ooooh, look at that, chat. Looks like someone is in a good mood. Oh, he is going to fucking fill me until I'm overflowing and so sore tomorrow. You know, I might just have to cancel tomorrow's stream with the energy he's showing right now," you told your chatters with a wink.

💬: Oh, he's an insatiable monster... Rawr... 💬: Oh he's really not done with you, reader hehehehe 💬: You better prepare to be fucked senseless.

Oh, and fuck you senseless, he did. He fucked you in doggy style first, then missionary, then he made you sit on your office chair as he fucked you against that. The entire time, both of you were a vocal mess. He had kept his promise — he had fucked you as much as he could.

During the final round, you were placed in a mating press, and you were absolutely losing your mind.

"Oh fucking god, baby, I can't fucking take it anymore! It's starting to hurt! No more after this, please!" you begged your partner, who felt merciful and decided to listen to your desperate pleas. "Mmm, you did well, baby. C'mon, cum for me one more time; I know you can. C'mon baby, I'm so close, cum with me," your boyfriend pretty much whined as he kept slapping his hips against yours, his stamina now also becoming less. "Baby, I'm so fucking close... Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" you screamed out loud as your boyfriend stimulated you extra by angling his hips downwards so it would be rubbing against your clit with every move he made. "That's right, baby, come for me. Give me one more, c'mon, just one more, you're doing so well," your boyfriend cooed as he left loving kisses on your neck.

It didn't take you long to fall apart with a loud scream as you coated your boyfriend in your release once more. But your boyfriend wasn't far behind, filling you up almost instantly after.

After that, both of you just collapsed on the bed for a bit, catching your breath. When you had regained your strength, you waddled over to your pc to address your chatters one more time.

💬: Oh she was fucked GOOD good 💬: Look at her, she's absolutely spent 💬: I take back everything i've ever said about him, he can fuck her like no one else.

"I told you he could satisfy me like no one else. Now, we're gonna go to sleep. I'll see you all the day after tomorrow, probably. Streaming tomorrow would hurt too much. See you all, bye-bye!" you told your chat with another wink as you went to turn off your stream.

After that, both of you took off the spoiled bedsheets and put them in the laundry room, and then you changed the sheets together. After that, you both took a shower with each other. And after that, you just plopped down into your shared bed with some clean underwear on.

"I do okay?" your boyfriend asked with a massive blush on his face. "Are you fucking kidding me? You did amazing. And chat loved you too. They were jealous, sure, but they loved you. And I think you got the message across — I am taken and not to be seduced," you said with a giggle as you left some gentle kisses all over your boyfriend's face.

potion-making is a refined art that is desirable to all with its effectiveness in battle or healing properties yet mastered by few with how dangerous or explosive results could be with something simple as an extra drop of dragon’s blood becoming fatal. personally, you’re willing to take the risk of the deadly consequences when it comes to elixirs of speed to slay your opponents before they could even blink.

for these very reasons, you study the craft under your fellow adventurer and close confidant claude clawmark. admittedly, he wasn’t your first choice regarding mentors with his messy workspace and questionable habits, but he was willing to teach you for free so you agreed. even victoria and kunai were unsure of your decision but figured that if anyone could handle the eccentric cleric, it would be you. even though this was something you took upon yourself to learn, you really didn’t like being cooped up in his shop all day while taking orders from customers and spending all day mixing strange components. you miss going out and looting dungeons with your guildmates, but learning through experience would certainly be worth it in the amount of gold you could save by making your own potions (people really pay for the expertise of a professional rather than the collected common loot dropped to make them).

the wooden table in the center of the room had a batch of roughly fifteen glass vials filled with strength potions for a customer, a finished half of the order while working on producing the other half of invisibility. you placed a sealed jar of fermented spider eyes on the table for your partner to brew and went to go grab some night vision potions for the base, but you noticed an odd bottle filled with a shimmering pink liquid that stood out among the batch of dully-colored royal blue potions on the self. it clearly wasn’t organized on the right shelf, but it didn’t have a label nor did its appearance match any of the others. “hey claude, do you remember what this is supposed to be?”

he turned his head to examine it for a second before continuing his work, “eh, i’m not actually sure. maybe you should test it out.”

oh yeah, another thing about potions is that if you aren’t sure what it is, you have to try it out yourself. there are tons of healing medicines all over the place in case someone got poisoned, so you drank it without hesitation like you’ve done plenty of times before. it tasted artificially of strawberries and cream, not an uncommon flavor to mask the usual strange medley of ingredients, but it left a weird aftertaste of bittersweetness on your tongue. you didn’t feel any different nor see any change looking in the mirror so perhaps it was simply a base potion that didn’t have any magic added yet, leaving you to go on with your day after placing the empty glass into the sink.

it didn’t hit you full-force as soon as you swallowed it, but the effects were slowly but surely taking hold of you. it started with you feeling warm, taking off your jacket and touching your face, wondering if there was a sudden change in room temperature for some reason. your breathing steadily became more labored even though you weren’t moving around much, trying to take deep breaths through your mouth in a futile attempt to clear your fogged mind and soaking a towel in water to pat away the perspiration beginning to form on your forehead.

were you ill and coming down with a fever? it didn’t feel like any virus you’ve ever had, felt more like… it was definitely from that unlabeled potion you drank earlier, but why would he leave such a thing lying around if it was really what you thought? this was really why you were warned to get a proper tutor instead of a cleric known for fumbling his belongings. the sun had begun to set and the shop would close in about fifteen minutes anyway, so you decided to wait it out even though it felt borderline unbearable. leaning back on the table, you think there must be an antidote or something somewhere to counter it, but you were interrupted before you could get up and look for it.

“are you okay? you look sick,” claude mentioned, taking off his tool belt equipped with various gadgets and moving away from his station to check in on you. “do you… need help with anything?” he took off his glove to gently press his hand against your forehead followed by your cheek to test your temperature, suddenly feeling conscious of his presence with the proximity and feeling his breath on your skin as he stared intently at your face.

you never paid too much attention to his looks, but you suddenly found yourself studying his appearance now that he was so much closer to you: his long opalescent locks that were neatly tied in a ponytail tossed over his shoulder, his sleepy eyes that shifted from magenta to aquamarine, how built he actually was with his broad shoulders that well defined his frame— was he always so handsome?

“hey… claude…” you felt like a living furnace with lit coals that were bursting at the seams, fire burning into desire at your core and could only be quenched by the man standing in front of you. vivi and kunai aren’t the best at keeping secrets (especially when it’s past midnight at a sleepover), you knew he had a crush on you or at the very least found you attractive. either way, he wouldn’t reject you at the moment unless he considers the friendship on the line, and you were willing to bet everything on that.

his eyes met yours, staring deeply into them while waiting for you to finish your sentence. the tension was so palpable that it could be cut with a knife and you sighed, closing your eyes and leaning forward to break it with a kiss. you couldn’t see his reaction, but he didn’t flinch nor did he pull back, instead reciprocating it once he seemed to process it.

it took some of the edge off, but you still felt insatiable and starved for more of him. slipping your hand to the back of his head and intertwining it with his hair, you deepened the kiss and began to dart your tongue out to ask him to part his lips. you had no way to know what he was really thinking, but he seemed to be understandably confused about the whole thing and yet he didn’t deny you or offer an ounce of resistance. he obediently followed your motions and let you take the lead, just how you liked it, even whimpering slightly when your tongue gently brushed against his and felt the cool titanium pierced through it.

oh, when you heard that sound escape his lips, something feral awakened within you. “fuck…” you placed your hands on her shoulder and swung him around, roughly shoving him down onto a nearby chair and splitting his legs apart with a knee in the middle while continuing to kiss him roughly. fiddling with the hem of his clothing, “is this okay?”

he blushed a deep red as if the gravity of the situation was only hitting him now that you were requesting for content, “y-yes! of course! totally!” he mentally cringed, his ass did not just say ‘totally’ when his crush of over a year was asking if it was okay to fuck him.

thankfully for him, you didn’t seem to mind in the least bit and fervently began to strip him of his clothing, pulling his black top over his arms and tossing it haphazardly on the floor. his strapping frame was even more evident with his bare chest exposed to you, pretty unblemished ivory skin that was just begging to get marked up and bruised. you were quick to leave one last kiss on his lips before lowering your head to suck on his neck, watching a dark purple-red hickey bloom on the spot. you repeated this process a few times before outright sinking your teeth into his tender flesh, finding yourself unable to refrain from behaving like a wild animal even though you were trying your hardest to hold yourself back. 

meanwhile, claude felt like he was dreaming and was almost light-headed by your touch. he allowed you to use his body as you pleased, like a doll for you to play with and abuse. the pain didn’t even register as such to him, feeling more like ecstasy shooting through his veins wherever your mouth found itself as his eyes rolled back like the pathetic fool he was.

“fuck, i feel like i’m going crazy,” you groaned, adjusting your position to sit on his lap and pulling back his pristine white pants to reveal his leaking cock before holding out your palm. “spit.” he complied, taking a moment to gather saliva in his mouth before spitting a clear glob into your open hand which you smeared all over his dick to act as makeshift lube.

the heat was really beginning to get to you like the wrath of a thousand suns, prickling at your skin and causing you to pause your actions to remove your own clothing. you didn’t notice until you were fully nude the way he was staring at you like he had just witnessed the unfiltered beauty of a goddess for the first time. maybe if it was another day under different circumstances, you would have felt soft at his obvious affection and admiration towards you, but unfortunately, you were feeling nothing but irritation due to the effects of the drug.

you extended an arm to push him back so he was sitting properly against the chair instead of slouching, moving to straddle him and finally, finally, lined up his angry red tip with your entrance before sinking into it. claude gasped as he buried his face into your chest, unable to rut into you as he so desired with your purposefully straining your weight on him. 

despite not being able to think straight, your dominance over him was made clear as you set your own pace, ignoring the strain beginning to form in your thighs as you worked your way up and down his length. his size was perfect, not too difficult to take, and also able to hit all of the right spots.

despite not being allowed to put in any work, claude’s heart was hammering in his chest like he was running a marathon with strands of hair sticking to his face thanks to the beads of sweat that formed on his forehead. he struggled to find a place to put his hands with your hips moving too fast for him to grip and the little groan you would let out in the precipice of pleasure and disdain each time he tried to touch you elsewhere led to him simply gripping the sides of the wooden chair he was seated on, basically hold on for dear life while chasing an orgasm to snap you out it. 

“you did this on purpose, didn’t you, you little freak?”

“h-huh?”

“you wanted me to drink that potion, didn’t you? so that you would get fucked like a whore, just how desperate are you?”

he opened his mouth to deny the accusation but found himself unable to and let out a pathetic whimper instead. how could he deny it when it was completely true? he didn’t think you would actually drink it, only planted it on the table and allowed for chance to take the reins, but he didn’t think anything was actually going to happen.

still, there wasn’t a single ounce of regret in his body, even if you were being a little mean to him. he didn’t mind how your sharp words cut into him, it made him dizzy if anything. 

you began to slow down as the ache of constant bouncing was catching up to you, moving your hand to circle your clit and crying out when you felt yourself unravel at the contact. feeling your velvety walls pulse around him had him following shortly after when you lifted yourself off of him, causing him to finish on your lower stomach in pretty white splatters.

both of you were exhausted at the exhibition of energy on top of the long day before this situation occurred, breathing heavily as you got off the chair in favor of leaning against the table with your shaky legs. 

he couldn’t read your reaction, if the gravity of what just happened had sunk in yet or if you were still basking in the satisfaction of your climax. it made you glow in a way, making him dumbfounded and unable to meet your eyes. “i-i should go…” in a matter of minutes thanks to his stupidity, he just went from a good friend to a lowly slut in your eyes all because you were able to see right through him like glass.

however, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him back towards you, nude bodies pressed flushed against each other, kissing him fervently again with a slightly crazy edge to your actions. “yeah, no, you aren’t going anywhere. you started this mess, you’re going to help me out until the potion wears off or until we both pass out.”