YuukiMimi

━━━ .°˖✧ 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.

the past two months have flown by like the wind since you’ve entered a relationship with zeal, the cute bartender at the local club that you and your friends would frequent. he knew it was unprofessional of him to approach you with romantic intentions when you were a customer, but he couldn’t help it when you were the most darling thing he’s ever seen, even if he often sees you in ill-fitted party clothes and a bare face devoid of any of the typical glittering makeup he often sees on other patrons. you never came to the establishment on your own, always walking in the building with dozens of friends dragging you along every weekend, but you were often too shy to join them on the dance floor or to flirt with strangers in the same way that they did, so you usually found yourself sitting alone at the bar with no one else for company other than the flirtatious employee.

sometimes he would even go out of his way to convince you to stay, giving you enough free drinks to bankrupt the place, starting another conversation when the previous one died out, and literally anything else that came to mind when it looked like you were going to head home before the clock struck ten. there was a part of them that was worried you wouldn’t come back when you were clearly uncomfortable in such a place, that the next time he sees the party he’s been waiting for the entire night, you won’t be there with them anymore. he still didn’t know enough about you to meet you outside of the club when conversation was constantly cut off every time he had to attend to other guests asking for more drinks, and he only just managed to break through that introverted exterior of yours because he was taking his sweet time to prevent scaring you off.

then, on that fated day, you mentioned you weren’t sure if you were going to continue accepting your friends' invitations to show up when they end up ditching you anyway, much preferring to stay home with a good book instead of sitting on a backless stool for hours on end watching the party from afar just because you were too shy to join them. he practically jumped when he heard you say that, and all at once, spilled the feelings he has been harboring towards you since the moment he laid eyes on you. it was almost embarrassing how much he was rambling, even reaching out to hold one of your hands in his because he was afraid you might leave. if his friends could see him now, they would probably burst out laughing because of how uncharacteristic. imagine, the suave and smooth-talking bartender that had girls and guys swooning like it was nothing, tripping over himself while confessing his feelings like a high schooler, but his honest statements and earnest words were enough for you to accept and officially become his partner!

from that moment on, the two of you were inseparable, evident in how his instagram quickly filled up with photos of your dates together, mainly exploring the big city together and trying out every single food place available. it felt so rewarding to take the time out of his day to spend time with you, especially when you’re clearly becoming more comfortable and breaking out of your shell as time goes on. it’s usually in the late afternoon when he drops you off at your place to retire for the night, often losing track of time until one of you realizes the sun is setting. you share a kiss, and he watches until you’re safely in your home, not knowing that every day he spends with you leaves him wanting more.

over the past two months, neither of you has gone any further than making out and lightly feeling up the other, often being interrupted by outside influences, or sometimes even by you when you end up being too shy to go any further. he never presses you, maintaining his patience when it comes to your timid nature, but he still can’t help but comment on how cute you are when you’re shy, especially when you get all flustered and give him a light smack to the arm because your face was getting too hot to handle at his words. he’s become a lot braver with his words as time went on, finding that he gets a real kick out of teasing you and the way you react.

it drives him crazy, and he can’t help but wonder how shy you would be in the bedroom. when he’s in the privacy of his own home, listening to the mindless droning of the television in the background, he lets his imagination run wild as he recalls the moments when he holds you in his arms. the feeling of your lips on his while his tongue darts out to explore your mouth, followed by his hands moving up from your waist to feel the shape of your body, managing to graze your chest for a handful of seconds before you pulled away, but those few seconds alone were enough for him to visualize what was going on underneath those clothes. there’s a part of him that wonders if it’s morally wrong for him to fantasize about you with his hand shoved in his pants when the topic of being intimate hasn’t even been brought up yet, and while he was content with how things are at the moment and was waiting for you to be comfortable enough around him to show that vulnerable side, he has to admit, he’s never cum so fast and so hard before in his life before he started thinking about you in such a light.

little does he know that you’re doing the same thing as he is most nights, lying in bed and thinking about things you’ve never done before and have only been dreaming about lately. you know you have this timid demeanor as a result of your introverted personality, but really, you must secretly be a massive pervert with the thoughts you’ve been thinking about your boyfriend. he avoids bringing up the topic because he doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, and while you’re more than grateful that he’s such a gentlemen who never pushes you to engage physically with him, there’s a part of you that wishes he would just so that you would feel so insane all the time time trying not to pounce on him. you know he desires you as much as you do him, but it feels like so much responsibility when it’s all on your shoulders to make the first move.

still, a plan had formed in your mind on how you were finally going to initiate this contact that the both of you have been waiting for. it was a simple plan, yes, and possibly even a little bit cliché, but there wasn’t a single doubt in your mind that it wouldn’t work. all you needed to do was make a quick shopping trip and plan your next date…

when you texted zeal asking if he would like to come over to your place as a change of pace, he was a little surprised at first, but more excited than ever to make this step in your relationship. he almost felt like a kid on christmas, only ever seeing the outside of your home up until now whenever he dropped you off, and once you let him in, he felt like he had an even deeper understanding of who you were a person while you gave him the grand tour. everything from the way the furniture was organized to the aesthetic of the decor you had chosen offered him a glimpse into your soul, and he thought it was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, even more so than your exterior appearance. 

as a result, there was a part of him that couldn’t help but be a little touchy while you were showing him around, hesitantly wrapping an arm around your waist to test your reaction before doing so more confidently when you leaned into his touch. even though you’re getting more and more flustered by how close he is, allowing you to feel the heat radiating off his body, you still manage to tell him all about the place without too much difficulty. you didn’t think he would have so much interest in the little details, some of which you didn’t even know the answer to, but truthfully, you did expect him to react the same way most others did when they saw your bedroom. 

“how the hell do you have so many plushies?” he marveled, looking at the dozens of stuffed animals, big and small, scattered on the bed and stationed upon other surfaces. “don’t tell me you had an ex who won them all for you at an amusement park.”

“no, i just have a hoarding problem and a habit of wasting my money on childish things… but you know that already.”

“they take up more than half of your bed, where am i gonna sleep?” he mockingly pouted, his hand shuffling around each individual one before settling on a green snake with a purple bowtie, mentally making note that it was his favorite one before putting it in his lap. 

“hm, you’re right… i guess i should make some room on the couch for you…” you laughed at the way his jaw unhinged, genuinely baffled and convinced for a second that you were being legit with how serious you sounded. “i’m just kidding! i’ll move them to the couch, i’m sure none of them would mind when it’s for such a ‘special guest.’”

“they might not agree to that. they probably know how i’m not going to get a wink of sleep when i’m sleeping next to their hottest best friend, using every ounce of strength in my body to resist holding them in my arms,” he overdramatically sighed, flopping back on the mattress and acting like it was the end of the world. 

“you know… you don’t have to resist around me…” you bashfully replied, rubbing your neck at how cheesy it was. before he could fully react to the comment and raise a brow while making a witty remark, you clapped your hands together, saying you were going to make dinner now, and that he could continue looking around or perhaps he could pick a film for the two of you to watch after you were finished eating. in the end, he chose to help you out in the kitchen, even if it was just a simple pasta dish paired with some wine, but not without lingering for a minute on the words you said.

you insisted the meal wasn’t anything special, but to him, who was pretty much living on takeout, it was the best thing he’s ever put in his mouth. (well, second-best thing he’s ever put in his mouth, as he'll soon find out.)

the entire evening, zeal felt like he was on cloud nine with how that warm and fluffy feeling enveloped him. once you finished taking a shower, donning an oversized hoodie and presumably nothing else but underwear and some rather sheer-looking tights. it made his mind race when you hopped right into bed and cuddled up to him as though you would freeze if your body wasn’t so close against him. still, he thinks this is up there for one of the happiest moments of his life, and he couldn’t help but lean down and whisper a word of love in your ear, telling you just how much he treasured this moment before nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck and leaving behind a little peck on the exposed skin caused by your hoodie slipping off. 

you didn’t answer for a minute, but he could feel your entire body starting to heat up as you turned around to capture him in a passionate kiss. it didn’t take long for the remaining hour of the film to be ignored in favor of exploring each other's mouths once again, moving to straddle you in his lap while you held onto his shoulder to ground yourself. you felt like you were melting into him from the way his tongue entered your mouth, expertly melding along with yours and tracing along every ridge of the muscle. this used to fluster you so much when he started doing that to the point that you would freeze up like a statue, but now you’ve learned the way he dances and how to mirror it, perfectly matching his kissing style.

but it ended all too soon when he finally pulled away, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. he wasn’t certain he would have been able to stop himself from going any further than what you were comfortable with had he gone on any longer. the night wasn’t supposed to be about finally being intimate with each other for the first time, it was supposed to be about strengthening your bond and progressing your relationship after breaking through those walls you had built for yourself, or at least, that’s what he thought before hearing you let out a little whine.

“why did you stop?”

“i… i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable…” 

“‘m not uncomfortable… i…” you hesitated for a moment, a little nervous, but still determined to pull through with your plan. “i want to do more.”

he stared at you in a stunned silence, wondering briefly if this was a dream after possibly dozing off or reality, but he didn’t have to ponder it for much longer. you weren’t doing anything special when you moved to take off your hoodie in a single smooth motion, yet there was something so erotic in your movements as you revealed the most stunning green babydoll dress underneath.

you even put your hands behind your back for a moment, allowing him to admire you to the fullest with his jaw slightly slack before closing it to avoid drooling like a damn dog. when you were picking this out in the shop, there were a couple of seconds where you were a little bit worried about what he would think of your physical appearance. you were, above all else, described as shy, and as a result, you usually thought of yourself as average at best in terms of both face and body. you weren’t like those models you see on instagram, and you weren’t fully hairless down there either like those pornstars who shared similar anatomy to you, only keeping it neatly trimmed instead since other alternatives weren’t practical for you.

but, of course, when you see how his dilated eyes rake over your body, looking at you as though you were the centerpiece statue in an art museum, all of those minor insecurities fade away. you’re reminded of how blatantly attracted to you he was, and how much he’s desired you in all these weeks. he’s so down bad for you that he’s always holding himself back just because he didn’t want to be too pushy, but now, all of his deepest fantasies are about to come true now that you’ve made the first move.

oddly enough, the first thing he did was turn around and start rotating the remaining plushies on the bed so that they weren’t going to have to watch him defiling their best friend, a gesture that made you giggle at how silly yet thoughtful it was. any other man would have probably just pushed them aside and have them hit the floor without a care, or maybe they would be doing it performatively to win your approval, but zeal treats them with respect as though they were actually living creatures who would get mad if he mistreated them.

once he was finished, he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you back into the bed, having you lie flat before climbing on top of you and ensnaring you in yet another kiss, “you’re sure you want to do this, right?”

“i’ve never been so sure of anything else before. i’m ready, and i want it to be you.”

“just tell me if it’s too much for you, alright? we can stop at any time you want.”

little by little, his kisses began to trail downward, from your lips, to your neck, all the way down the line of your chest as he pulled the fabric of your dress from your upper thighs to just barely covering your chest, before finally reaching where you wanted him most and basically ripping off the tights you had on (don’t worry, he’ll buy you a new pair later, as many as you want). he closed his eyes and buried his nose into the fabric where a noticeable wet spot had formed, taking in the scent before moving to take the waistband in his teeth and dragging it down.

there was already a plan in his mind on how he wanted to do this, how he wanted to properly enjoy this moment, and how he wanted to make you feel good in a way that you would never forget. once on his mouth, once on his fingers, once on his cock is how he wanted to do it, as long as you had the energy for all of that, but he didn’t have any doubts over whether or not you could handle it. you were practically jittering with excitement and nerves by the time you felt his tongue flattening against your slit, licking you up between your folds from the bottom to the top.

the sensation was so foreign that you were as still as a statue for the first minute or so, trying to get used to how vulnerable it felt to have someone so close to you between your thighs and kissing your pretty pussy. eventually though, you managed to loosen up, unable to be so tense for much longer when pleasure was quickly overtaking you. whenever his lips would close around your sensitive clit as he gently sucked at it, your hands instinctively reached to grip at the bedsheets to ground yourself. 

you weren’t even making much noise at first because of how embarrassed you were by the sound of your own voice, yet as zeal started working his mouth more fervently, your voice grew louder and louder, letting out soft sighs and gasps that were like music to his ears. the pleas for more in between turned him on to a degree that you would probably never be able to understand, allowing him to feel his cock straining against his pants and the tip leaking with precum. 

he wanted to keep going until his jaw started aching, sticking out his tongue to reach as far into you as he could, thrusting it in and out to taste more of your addicting sweetness. it made him groan in delight, muttering praises that you couldn’t quite make out since he was fully immersed in grabbing your waist and pulling you even closer to his mouth than what you thought was possible. the vibrations of his voice went straight to your core, making you realize that there was a knot tightening in your abdomen that was closer and closer to snapping. nothing you’ve ever done with yourself ever felt as good as this, his talented tongue being completely unmatched to the time you touched yourself in the shower with those clumsy fingers of yours or the time you were so frustrated you ended up with a pillow between you thighs because your mind kept wandering back to the times things nearly went to third base but was interrupted. 

“oh god!” you were coming so close to your climax, he could tell by the way your cries were becoming more pitched and the way you were involuntarily clenching around nothing. it’s so cute how it barely takes anything to reduce you to such a mess, a mere five minutes of him eating you out was enough to push you over the edge. your hands moved to his dark locks and started tugging on them hard when your orgasm hit you, crashing over you like a tidal wave. your mind went blank for a couple of seconds, yet he still didn’t move from his position, keeping his face buried between your thighs. while you were riding out your orgasm, he continued to gently lick at and kiss your convulsing cunt, not wanting to let a single drop go to waste.

there wasn’t even any need for lube with the sheer amount of slick you produced, something you were embarrassed by at first because of how you could feel how sticky it was on your skin, but something that delighted him as he experimentally pushed in one of his fingers. he could hear a mewl of minor discomfort, doing a quick check-up of your state before you promised him you were alright and admitted that you wanted to continue so desperately. you seemed flustered at the plea, but it didn’t take much longer for you to become more pliant as his thumb mindlessly circled your clit. slowly, but surely, you could feel your head spinning as though he was making you ascend into heaven, with your thinking becoming duller as you lost control over your body. 

in a leisurely and practiced pace, he moved his fingers in a gentle scissoring motion, preparing you to be able to take his cock fully. he’s only dreamed of being able to explore your body like this before, finding out what makes you sigh versus what makes you moan. he’s certain that as time goes on and he fully ruins you, he’ll be able to know exactly what has you ticking like a time bomb with his eyes closed before you go off. 

then, he fiddled with one of the ruffles of your dress for a moment, before pulling it even higher to expose your chest to him. he didn’t want to fully take it off because you look so darling in it, but it’s getting in the way of what he wanted to do next as he moved his position to start sucking at one of your perk nipples. he could see how hard they were through the fabric in all the excitement, and it would have been such a waste not to swirl his tongue around one of the buds and listening to you gasp in surprise as you grabbed onto his shirt for stability. you never thought that you were so sensitive there before, but you supposed you’re currently learning all sorts of new things about your body.

it was almost overwhelming when your second climax hit you, making you shudder while seeing stars in your vision. tears had formed at the corners of your eyes and were starting to roll down your cheeks from how intense the pleasure was, but despite how tired you were getting, you were still aching for more.

zeal held you in his arms until you stopped trembling and your breathing evened out, peppering kisses all over your face, “i’m sorry, did i go too far? we can stop now if it’s too much.”

there was a little bit of panic in his voice that he might have gone too far or have been too rough with you, but you promptly shook your head, “no, i’m okay, i just… i want you badly, i don’t even know what to do with myself…”

“you don’t have to do anything, just relax, and be good for me, okay?”

he had remained fully clothed all this time, but now, it was finally time to strip down and get to business. you couldn’t help yourself from shamelessly ogling his form underneath those clothes, wondering if he was always so built with those strong arms and broad shoulders, and how you never really noticed it until now. he could probably pick you up and toss you around however he wanted as if you were a ragdoll, and while you knew he wasn’t going to do such a thing tonight, you would be lying if you said you weren’t excited at the prospect of it happening in the future. his pale skin made the happy trail on his lower torso more visible, becoming darker the further down it went, and the noticeable tent in his pants was both intimidating and titillating.

while he was taking off his pants, he noticed that, at some point while he was pleasuring you, he definitely managed to come in his boxers without noticing. that’s never happened to him before, especially when there was no noticeable stimulation applied to it, but he supposed that you just have a sort of magical effect over him that he has yet to fully decipher.  

“it might hurt a little at first,” he warned, lining up his tip with your entrance, not giving you a full view of his cock just in case you would find it too daunting to handle, but he was positive that it wouldn’t be too difficult for you. “but then, it’ll feel really good, i promise. just take some deep breaths.”

you nodded your head, reaching out for him to come closer for you to hold. he’s careful not to put too much of his weight on you while kissing your neck, pushing himself into you little by little. he can feel you tensing up under his body at the intrusion, yet you were distracted enough by his mouth on yours not to let out any groans of discomfort, only thinking about the way he was filling your senses and your body entirely. despite how new it all was, it felt so right as if it was always meant to be like this. 

meanwhile, zeal felt like he was going to burst even though he was only halfway in. your heat was so accommodating for him, warm and velvet-like, sucking him in with a vice as if you never wanted to let him go. he was throbbing like crazy and could practically feel his heartbeat in his dick, especially when you clenched around him and moved your legs to wrap around his waist to pull him closer. once he finally bottomed out, you could feel every inch of him pulsating and brushing up against your sweet spot, making you whimper pathetically as you started rocking your hips against him for more.

his thrusts were slow at first, helping you get used to the feeling of the constant push and pull before finally moving at his own speed which he found easiest to maintain. your lips were all bitten up and swollen from trying to keep quiet, or as quiet as you possibly could have been, but you were letting all of that go now, letting all sorts of sinful sounds slip without fear of being too loud. it’s not like it was any less erotic than the squelching your weeping cunt was making every time he pistoned himself in and out, making the headboard bang against the wall and some of the plushies he moved earlier fall off the bed. 

you aren’t sure how much time had passed, but it was certainly enough time for you to question his stamina when you nearly thought you managed to come again on his cock and it went unnoticed by him. he was such a sight with those dilated eyes and a thin sheen of sweat coating his skin, making his dark hair stick to the sides of his face. and even with all of the noise going on, he wasn’t deterred from making the most dirty remarks either, the kind that made heat rush to your cheeks.

“god, you’re taking me so well, i’m starting to think that we were made for each other.”

“shit, i never thought you could make such noises. not so innocent now, are you?”

“don’t hide yourself from me, darling. let me see your pretty face when you’re getting fucked.”

all those words and more, yet you couldn’t say a single thing when all of your words came out as moans instead. you were completely helpless and could hardly do a thing aside from taking everything he was giving you, just the way he wanted it to be. maybe in the future, when you become more confident about being intimate with him, you could be the one in control and calling the shots, but for now, he wanted to feel you unravel like a ribbon and succumb to what felt like pure ecstasy. 

and when you did for the final time of the night with your back arched and toes curled, he quickly followed suit, finding it nearly impossible not to with the way your walls were spasming around him. still, even if he found it a little difficult to pull out with the way you were essentially milking him dry, he remained ever the gentleman and did so at the last second, leaving a splatter of white on your stomach.

for a minute, the two of you remained still, or at least, as still as either of you could be with your chests heaving as a result of the strenuous activity. he caressed your cheek, looking at you with all the love in the world, “are you alright?”

“i don’t think i’ve ever been better, but… i’m so tired now, i don’t even think i’ll be able to walk to the bathroom to clean up.”

“you don’t have to walk. i can carry you. just stay here, and i’ll run you a nice, warm bath.”

you must have dozed off at some point while he was preparing all of that, waking up with a start when you realized he was lifting you up in the air and carrying you bridal style. the water in the tub felt so nice, but it didn’t feel even half as nice as how your boyfriend was cleaning you off with a wash cloth while telling you how good you were for him. it’s certainly something you could get used to, although you aren’t sure if you’ll be able to walk straight tomorrow.