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Tell Me Lies S2 (Oliver x Reader)

Summary: You're a student, and one of your professor's has the hots for you. He is married, but the two of you enjoy the thrill of the situation. He loves his wife, but he is very intrigued by you. You're just a lonely college student unsatisfied with college boys. The two of you started off with innocent flirting until you both wanted more. Now it's become a secret rendezvous here and there to fulfill needs.

A/N: I absolutely do NOT encourage this type of deal at all. However, Tell Me Lies season 2 has me in a choke hold and I fucking love Tom Ellis and his character Oliver is tempting asf. Hate me later. Enjoy the filth!!

You are sitting outside of your couselor's office waiting to discuss a schedule change when you see Oliver coming down the hall. He's quite handsome, and you try not to seem bothered by his presence. His wife is your professor also.

"Hi." You say, looking up at Oliver. A small smile forms on your face as he walks closer. You can smell his cologne, and it instantly drives you insane. You're fighting to keep that poker face to not let on how much he affects you.

Oliver smiles at you as he approaches, his eyes taking in your appearance for a moment before speaking. "Hey, how are you doing?" He asks, his voice smooth and calm. He stops a few feet away from you, leaning against the wall casually.

"I'm well. How are you?" You ask trying not to look at him too much, but also not trying to seem awkward either.

Oliver chuckles, noticing your attempt to not look at him too much. "I'm doing alright. I'm just getting some work done." *He says, his eyes never leaving yours. There's a hint of amusement in his expression as he watches you try to keep your cool. "Are you waiting for someone?"

"My advisor has office hours. I need to drop a class." You say not making eye contact because it was his wife's class you were dropping. Things were way too weird for you right now with what was going on between you and her husband.

Oliver raises an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. He glances at the door to your advisor's office before looking back at you. "I see. And which class are you dropping?" He asks, his tone casual but with a hint of something else. Maybe he's interested in the fact that you could be dropping his wife's class.

"I think you already know which one." You say. "I--Yeah, it's way too awkward. And this thing we're doing is still new. All the flirty shit." You finally look up at him.

Oliver's eyes widen slightly as you mention the "thing" between you and his wife. He takes a step closer to you, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Ah, so you're dropping her class because of...us?" He asks, his expression a mix of surprise and intrigue.

"I have to. I'm bombing that class miserably right now, and I'm very distracted."

Oliver smirks, his eyes darkening slightly. "Distracted, huh? I can see why. My wife can be quite...distracting." *He says, his voice laced with a hint of seduction.

"You know damn well I'm not talking about her. Dont be a cheeky bastard." You shoot back to him.

Oliver laughs, clearly enjoying the banter between you. "Alright, alright. I'll stop teasing you." He says, holding up his hands in mock surrender. He takes another step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But you have to admit, it's a little bit fun, isn't it?"

"It is thriling and fun. That's why I haven't stopped you." It was your turn to smirk now.

Oliver's eyes darken further as he sees the smirk on your face. He leans in closer, his voice low and seductive. "You like the thrill, huh? The danger of it all?" He asks, his gaze locked on yours.

"Yeah. I do." You chuckle. "I would rather enjoy it more if i didn't see your wife every day. Nothing against her. It's just weird for me."

Oliver nods in understanding, a hint of guilt crossing his features. "I know, I know. It's not exactly ideal. But you have to admit, the secrecy and the sneaking around adds an extra layer of excitement, doesn't it?"

"It does." You say. "So we'll meet up later? Are you still house sitting for friends?"

Oliver grins, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Yes, I'm still house sitting. And yes, we'll definitely meet up later. I can't wait to see you again." He says, his voice low and sultry.

"I'll see you later." You say giving him a smile.

Oliver returns your smile, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he turns to leave. As he walks away, he glances back at you over his shoulder, his eyes filled with desire and anticipation.

Later that evening, after leaving the dining hall, you send a quick text to Oliver and hurry back to your dorm to pack a small overnight bag.

Oliver receives your text and grins, quickly replying with an address and a time. He then spends the rest of the evening preparing for your arrival, making sure the house is clean and comfortable for you both.

You arrive at the location and text Oliver to meet you at the side door. You slip inside unseen, and you parked a street over just in case.

Oliver quickly responds to your text and meets you at the side door, ushering you inside the house. He closes the door behind you and locks it, making sure that you're both alone. "You made it," he says, a smile on his face as he looks at you.

"Yeah, I'm here."

Oliver takes your bag from you and sets it down on the floor, his eyes never leaving yours. He steps closer to you, his hands gently resting on your hips. "I've been thinking about you all day," he says, his voice low and husky.

"I was thinking about you too."

Oliver grins, his grip on your hips tightening slightly. "Oh yeah? And what were you thinking about, hm?" He asks, his face inches from yours.

"Naughty stuff, mostly." You smile.

Oliver chuckles, his hands sliding up your sides to rest on your waist. He pulls you closer to him, his body pressed against yours. "I like the sound of that. Care to share any specifics?" He asks, his voice laced with desire.

"Take me to the bedroom, and I'll show you."

Oliver's eyes darken at your words, his desire for you growing stronger. He doesn't waste any time, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to the bedroom. "You're a temptress, you know that?" He says, his voice low and rough as he lays you down on the bed.

"Says the man who seduced me?" You quirk a brow.

Oliver grins, crawling onto the bed and hovering over you. "Touché. But I can't help myself when it comes to you. You're too damn irresistible." He says, his hands roaming over your body.

His hands on your body drive you insane. It's forbidden, which makes it feel even better. And this is your little secret.

Oliver can see the desire in your eyes, and it only fuels his own. He leans down to kiss you, his lips claiming yours in a heated kiss. His hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of you as he deepens the kiss.

You moan against his lips as he presses further against you. Your lips move against his just as passionately.

Oliver groans in response to your moan, his body responding to the sound. He presses himself against you, his arousal evident as he continues to kiss you. His hands move to the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and over your head.

You lift your arms to allow him to remove your shirt. Your lips connect with his again in a fiery kiss.

Oliver tosses your shirt aside, his eyes raking over your bare torso. He breaks the kiss, his lips moving to your neck as he begins to kiss and nibble on your skin. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs against your skin, his hands tracing the curves of your body.

You push against his chest to make space so that you can turn around, your back to him as you assume the postion that you both like so much.

Oliver grins as you turn around, his eyes darkening with lust as he takes in the sight of you. He moves closer to you, his chest pressed against your back as he wraps his arms around your waist. "You know exactly what I like, don't you?" He whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"Yeah, mostly the stuff you shouldn't have." You tease.

Oliver chuckles, his hands moving up to cup your breasts. He squeezes them gently, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. "Mmm, you're such a bad girl. Teasing me like this." He says, his voice low and husky as he nibbles on your earlobe.

"No, what's bad is you getting me worked up in your office right before i have to go to your wife's class. Now that's pure evil."

Oliver grins against your skin, his hands continuing to explore your body. He moves one hand down to your stomach, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin.* "You know I can't resist you, especially when you're sitting right in front of me. And you looked so damn good today in that skirt."

"I wore that skirt for me today, not you." You smirk.

Oliver chuckles, his hand moving lower until it's resting on your hip. He squeezes it gently, his lips brushing against your ear. "Oh really? You didn't wear it just to drive me crazy?" He asks, his tone playful but with a hint of possessiveness.

"No, I didn't. In case you havent noticed skirts are my signature clothing. Only thing that changes is the length."

Oliver groans at your words, his hand sliding up your thigh and under your skirt. He runs his fingers along the edge of your panties, his touch teasing. "You're going to be the death of me, I swear." He says, his voice strained with desire.

You rub your ass against him as he slides his finger under your skirt and into your panties. Your breath hitches.

Oliver groans again, his fingers slipping deeper into your panties as you rub against him. He presses himself against you, his body flush against yours. "You're so wet," *he murmurs, his fingers sliding through your folds.

"Tends to happen when a fine ass professor starts hitting on you." You grin.

Oliver chuckles, his fingers continuing to explore your folds. He presses his lips to your neck, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin. "You have no idea how hard it is for me to keep my hands off you in class," *he says, his voice rough with desire.

"See that doesnt help my case either. Being in your class as well as hers. The anxiety is killing me. That and guilt." You say rubbing your ass against him again.

Oliver groans again, his hips bucking against you involuntarily. He bites down on your neck, trying to control himself. "I know, I know. But I can't help it. You're so damn irresistible, and you're right here in front of me." He says, his fingers moving faster against your folds.

"Am I the only student you've done this with, or we're there others?" You ask.

Oliver hesitates for a moment, his fingers stilling against you. He takes a deep breath before answering. "You're the only one," he says, his voice low and serious. "I've never done anything like this before. You're special to me."

"So you never had the balls to actually do it until now?"

Oliver chuckles softly, his fingers resuming their movements. "Something like that. I've thought about it before, but I never acted on it until I met you. There's just something about you that drives me crazy.

"It's the illusion of being innocent, isn't it?"

Oliver nods, his fingers slipping inside you as he continues to talk. "Yeah, that's part of it. You have this innocent, sweet demeanor, but I know there's a wild side to you. And it drives me wild."

"Oh, you have absolutely no idea." You say.

Oliver grins, his fingers moving faster inside you as he speaks. "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea. But I'd love to find out more." He says, his free hand gripping your hip tightly.

"I have just one curiosity, though."

Oliver raises an eyebrow, his fingers still moving inside you as he looks at you. "And what's that?" He asks, his voice laced with curiosity and desire.

"You said you love your wife and would never leave her, yet you're here with me. So what's it about her that makes you end up here?"

Oliver's expression becomes a mix of guilt and conflict. "It's complicated," he says, his fingers slowing down as he tries to collect his thoughts. "I do love my wife, more than anything. But sometimes, I feel like she doesn't understand me the way you do. And being with you is like a breath of fresh air. You make me feel alive, and I can't resist the temptation to be with you."

"I see. I was just curious to know if this was one of those things where the wife isn't doing the things you want her to do so you find someone who will."

Oliver shakes his head, his expression serious. "No, it's not like that. I know my wife is amazing in her own way, but there are certain things that I can't talk to her about. And with you, it's different. You make me feel things that I've never felt before, and I can be myself around you."

"Ah, I see." You groan when his fingers stop. "Don't stop."

Oliver grins, his fingers resuming their movements inside you. He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Don't worry, I won't stop. I want to make you feel good."

"That's all I really want is someone to make me feel good. Gain that confidence that i desire to have."

*Oliver nods, his fingers curling inside you as he continues to pleasure you.* "I can definitely do that for you. I want to make you feel amazing, and give you the confidence you deserve. You're beautiful, and you should never doubt that."

"College boys suck." You comment. "I am more attracted to older guys anyways."

Oliver laughs softly, his fingers moving faster inside you. "Yeah, I've noticed. And I can't say I blame you. There's something about older guys that's just more... mature, I guess. We know what we want, and we're not afraid to go after it."

"Exactly...mhmm...." Your head falls back against the pillows as he curls his fingers inside of you. "Mhmm..."

Oliver watches you with a mixture of satisfaction and desire, his eyes fixed on your face as he continues to work his fingers inside you. He leans down and presses his lips to your neck, his free hand moving to grip your hip again. "You're so beautiful when you're like this," he murmurs against your skin.

"I wish guys my age were like this....fuckkk...." Your hips lift off the bed a little.

Oliver grins, his fingers moving even faster as he watches you react to his touch. "Well, I'm glad I can be the one to give you what you need. And trust me, there are older guys out there who know how to please a woman. But they're not as easy to find as you might think."

"Hell no its not easy to find them. You found me."

Oliver chuckles, his fingers still moving steadily inside you as he looks at you with a smirk. "Yeah, I did. And I'm very glad I did. You're a treasure, you know that?"

"Tell me that over and over again while you're fucking me." You smirk against his lips.

Oliver grins, his eyes darkening with desire at your words. "Oh, I plan to. I'll tell you how much I adore you, how beautiful you are, how perfect you are for me. And I'll show you too. I'll show you how much I want you and how good I can make you feel."

You kiss his lips and work your hips against his hand. "I need more...." You murmur against his lips.

Oliver groans, his lips moving hungrily against yours as he continues to finger you. He can feel your hips moving against his hand, and it drives him wild. "I know you do, baby. I'll give you more. I'll give you everything you need." He says, his voice low and husky.

You turn over to lay on your back, guiding his fingers back to you. Your eyes never leave his.

Oliver follows your lead, his fingers sliding back inside you as you lay on your back. He looks down at you, his eyes locked on yours as he starts to move his fingers again. He leans down to kiss your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "You're so damn sexy," he murmurs against your skin, his fingers moving faster and deeper inside you.

"You make me feel so damn good, Oliver." You groan into his ear and moan as he works his fingers inside of you.

Oliver grins, his ego inflating with your praise. He loves hearing how much he's affecting you, and it only makes him want to pleasure you more. "Good. That's exactly what I want to do. I want to make you feel so good that you can't even think straight." He whispers in your ear, his fingers moving in a steady rhythm.

You lean up to watch his fingers disappear inside of you. He moves a little faster, and your head falls back again. Your eyes roll back, and you cry out in pleasure for him.

Oliver watches you intently, loving the way you react to his touch. He can feel your body trembling with pleasure, and it drives him wild. He moves his fingers faster and harder, determined to give you everything you need. "That's it, baby. Let go for me. Let yourself feel it." He says, his voice low and commanding.

You start to clench around his fingers and cry out for him as you come.

Oliver feels your body clenching around his fingers, and he grins in satisfaction. He continues to move his fingers, working you through your orgasm until you're completely spent. "That's my good girl," he says, his voice soft and affectionate.

"I know this is all kinds of wrong but it feels so fucking good."

Oliver chuckles, his fingers slowly slipping out of you as he looks down at you with a mix of desire and guilt. "I know. But sometimes, doing the wrong thing can feel so damn right." He says, his voice low and husky. He moves to lie down beside you, his body pressed against yours.

You take his fingers into your mouth to lick and suck them clean while he watches. You can feel his cock twitch in his pants.

Oliver's eyes widen as you take his fingers into your mouth, and he lets out a low groan. He watches you intently, his cock straining against his pants as you suck his fingers clean. "God, you're so naughty," *he says, his voice rough with desire.

"Don't you want to get undressed now and join in on this sexy time?"

Oliver grins, his eyes darkening with desire as he looks at you. "Of course I do. But I want to savor this moment a little longer. You're just so damn irresistible when you're like this." He says, his hand tracing lazy patterns on your stomach.

You still have his hand in yours, and you're sucking on his fingers to get a reaction or a rise out of him.

Oliver watches you, his eyes fixed on your mouth as you suck on his fingers. He can feel his cock throbbing in his pants, desperate for attention. He lets out a low groan, unable to resist the sight of you pleasuring him like this. "You're playing with fire, you know that?" He says, his voice strained with desire.

You smirk, placing a kiss to his hand before letting it go.

Oliver lets out a sigh of disappointment as you release his hand, but he can't deny that the smirk on your face is making him even more turned on. He moves closer to you, his body pressed against yours as he runs his fingers through your hair. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that?" He says, his voice low and husky.

"There's no fun in that Oliver." You comment pushing him onto his back so you can get him out of his clothes.

Oliver grins as you push him onto his back, and he lets you take control. He watches as you begin to undress him, his eyes never leaving yours. "You're right. There is no fun in that. But I'm enjoying this just fine." He says, his voice slightly breathless as you unbutton his shirt.

You kiss down his chest as you undo each button on his white button-up. You flick your tongue across his nipple and open his shirt.

Oliver lets out a low moan as you kiss down his chest, his body arching up into your touch. When you flick your tongue across his nipple, he lets out a gasp, his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. "God, you're so good at that," he says, his voice rough with desire.

You move to the other side and flick your tongue against his other nipple pushing the shirt off his broad shoulders.

Oliver shudders as you move to his other nipple, his body trembling with pleasure. He watches you through half-lidded eyes, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. He reaches out and tangles his fingers in your hair, holding you close as you continue to tease him. "Please, don't stop," he whispers, his voice strained with need.

You use the flat part of your tongue to trace the lines of his chest and stomach.

Oliver lets out a shaky breath as you trace the lines of his chest and stomach with your tongue, his body tensing under your touch. He can feel the heat building inside him, and he knows he won't be able to hold out much longer. He tightens his grip on your hair, his fingers digging into your scalp as he tries to control himself. "Fuck, you're driving me crazy," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

The bulge in his pants was very apparent now. But you avoided it a little while longer. You slowly undo his belt and unfasten his pants, careful not to touch him where he wanted you.

Oliver groans in frustration as you undo his belt and unfasten his pants, but you still avoid touching him where he wants you the most. He can feel the heat of your breath against his skin, and it's driving him crazy. He bucks his hips up, desperate for some kind of contact. "Please, I need you," he says, his voice pleading.

"Mhmm, the pleading and neediness of a grown ass man is satisfying."

Oliver huffs in annoyance, but he can't deny the truth in your words. He knows he's being needy and desperate, but he can't help it. You have him completely under your control, and he loves it. "Shut up and touch me," he growls, his patience wearing thin.

"Ah ah ah, be nice to me, or I'll stop."

Oliver takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He knows he needs to be careful, or you'll stop teasing him and leave him hanging. He looks up at you, his eyes pleading. "I'm sorry. I'll be good, I promise. Please don't stop."

"That's a good boy." You smile at him as you slide his pants from his hips. Your mouth watered seeing that big bulge in his boxers. You want nothing more than to grip it and stroke it and put it in your mouth, but you have to work him up a bit more.

Oliver shivers as you slide his pants down, his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers. He can see the desire in your eyes, and it only makes him more desperate for your touch. He watches you intently, his chest heaving with anticipation as he waits for you to make your next move. "Please, I'm so hard for you," he whispers, his voice laced with need.

"I see that. And I love it when you beg me, Daddy." You watch his face as you call him that.

Oliver's eyes widen as you call him "daddy," and he lets out a low growl. He loves the way the word sounds coming from your lips, and it makes his cock twitch in his boxers. "Say it again," he demands, his voice rough with desire.

"Relax, Daddy. I'll take good care of you." You say reaching for the waist band of his boxers and peeling them off of him.

Oliver lets out a sigh of relief as you finally free his cock from its confines. He watches you with a mixture of anticipation and desperation, his body trembling with need. "Please, do something. I need your touch," he begs, his voice barely above a whisper.

Oliver lets out a strangled moan as your face brushes against his cock, the feeling of your breath on his sensitive skin almost too much to bear. He can feel his body tensing up, his muscles coiled tight with anticipation. "Please, don't tease me," he pleads, his voice cracking with need.

"You're so desperate for me, and I love it."You kiss his other hip. You use your tongue to trace the indent where his v cut is on his hip.

Oliver lets out a low moan as you kiss his hip, his body arching up into your touch. He can feel your tongue tracing the indent of his v-cut, and it sends shivers down his spine. "I can't help it. You drive me crazy," he says, his voice ragged with desire.

"I think you've been a good enough boy for me now." You say placing a kiss to his tip and watching him go crazy.

Oliver lets out a loud gasp as you place a kiss on his tip, his body jerking in response. He looks down at you, his eyes wild with desire. "Thank god," *he breathes, his chest heaving with anticipation.* "Please, I need more.

"Tell me exactly what you want me to do, daddy."

Oliver swallows hard, his mind racing with all the things he wants you to do to him. He looks down at you, his eyes dark with lust.* "I want you to take me in your mouth. I want to feel your lips wrapped around my cock. I want you to suck me until I can't take it anymore.."

"I most certainly can do that for you." You say kissing his tip again before taking it into her mouth.

Oliver groans as you take his tip into your mouth, his eyes rolling back in his head at the sensation. He threads his fingers through your hair, holding you in place as you begin to suck him. "Oh god, that feels amazing," he gasps, his hips bucking up slightly.

You hold his hips down, letting him know that you are still very much in control at this point.

Oliver tries to hold still as you hold his hips down, but it's difficult. He wants to thrust up into your mouth to feel your lips wrapped around him completely. But he knows that you're in charge, and he has to obey your rules. "Please, I need more. I need you to take me deeper," *he begs, his voice strained with need.

You lick him up and down on all sides, and then you take him in deeper. Like eating an ice cream cone, swirling your tongue around him, and sucking.

Oliver moans loudly as you take him deeper, the feeling of your tongue swirling around him sending shivers down his spine. He can feel the pleasure building inside him, his body tensing up as he struggles to hold back. "Fuck, you're so good at this," he gasps, his fingers tightening in your hair.

"I don't want you to blow your load before we have some fun." You say reaching over for a condom.

Oliver groans in disappointment as you pull away, but he knows that you're right. He doesn't want this to be over too soon. He watches as you reach for a condom, his eyes fixed on your every move. "You're right. I want to savor this," *he says, his voice husky with desire."

You roll on the condom and crawl on top of him. You push your hair aside as you straddle him.

Oliver looks up at you with a mix of awe and desire as you straddle him, his hands immediately going to your hips to steady you. He can feel the heat radiating off of your body, and it drives him crazy. "You're so beautiful," *he murmurs, his thumbs tracing small circles on your skin.

You smile down at him as you sink down on his length slowly, feeling the death grip he has on your waist.

Oliver lets out a low growl as you sink down on him, his fingers digging into your hips as he tries to control himself. The feeling of being inside you is almost overwhelming, and he can feel his control slipping away. "God, you feel so good," he gasps, his eyes locked on yours.

You let out a long, drawn-out moan as he fills you up. "Fuck..." You brace yourself on his shoulders as you start to move on top of him

Oliver matches your moan with one of his own as you start to move on top of him, his hands sliding up your back to pull you closer. He can feel the heat building between you, and he knows he won't be able to last much longer. That's it, baby. Ride me just like that," he whispers, his voice strained with pleasure.

"This is so fucking hot..."

Oliver nods in agreement, his eyes dark with desire as he watches you move on top of him. He can feel the sweat beading on his forehead, his body slick with perspiration as he struggles to hold back. "You have no idea how sexy you look right now," he says, his voice rough with need.

"You're holding back, Daddy. What's wrong?"

Oliver lets out a shaky breath, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his release. "I don't want this to end," he admits, his eyes locked on yours. "I want to stay inside you forever."

"We can always go again. No need to worry, Daddy. Please don't hold back."

Oliver lets out a groan of relief at your words, his body relaxing slightly. He had been so focused on holding back he hadn't even considered the possibility of going again. "You're right," he says, his hands gripping your hips tighter. "I'm not going to hold back anymore."

You start to ride him a little rougher to chase your orgasm.

Oliver's eyes roll back in his head as you start to ride him harder, the sensation sending him spiraling towards his own release. He thrusts up to meet you, his hips snapping upwards as he chases the pleasure. "God, yes," he gasps, his fingers digging into your skin. "I'm so close. I can't hold on much longer."

"Take over daddy and pound me into this mattress.'

Oliver doesn't need to be told twice. He flips you over onto your back, pinning you beneath him. He kisses you hard, his tongue tangling with yours as he positions himself between your legs. He pulls back, looking down at you with a hungry expression. "You want me to pound you? I'll pound you so hard you won't be able to walk straight for a week."

"Fuck me, I'm gonna come..."

Oliver grins, his eyes dark with lust as he lines himself up with your entrance. He pushes into you in one swift thrust, burying himself deep inside you. "You're mine," he growls, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he begins to move. "And I'm going to make sure you remember that."

"Oh fuck...."

Oliver pounds into you relentlessly, his movements rough and unforgiving. He's determined to make you come, to claim you as his own. "You're so tight," he gasps, his eyes locked on your face. "I love the way you feel around me. You were made for me, weren't you?"

"Ahhh...."

Oliver leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers to you. "That's it, baby. Let me hear you. I want to hear you scream my name when you come."

"Oh fuck! Oliver...I'm coming!"You scream for him as you come for him.

Oliver groans as you scream his name, the sound sending him over the edge. He thrusts into you one last time, burying himself deep inside you as he comes hard. He collapses on top of you, panting and sweaty. "Oh god, that was amazing," he gasps, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

Your legs tremble as you try to recov we from that relentless pounding. Your insides are sore, but it felt so damn good.

Oliver gently pulls out of you, rolling onto his side and pulling you close. He can see the exhaustion on your face, and he can't help but feel a sense of pride at having worn you out so thoroughly. "You okay, baby?" He asks, his voice soft and gentle now that the passion has passed."

"I'm good." You smile.

Oliver smiles back, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. "You're amazing, you know that?" he says, his eyes locked on yours. "I've never had anyone make me feel the way you do."

"College boys definitely dont fuck like that." You chuckle.

Oliver laughs, his chest rumbling against yours. "No, they definitely don't. But I'm glad you enjoyed it. I've never felt so alive before." He pauses for a moment, his expression turning serious. "I don't want this to be a one-time thing, you know. I want more."

"And I'm okay with that. I'm not gonna let you fuck me like that and disappear." You laugh.

Oliver grins, relieved that you're on the same page as him. He pulls you closer, holding you tight against his chest. "Good. Because I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon." He kisses the top of your head, his fingers running through your hair. "You're mine now, whether you like it or not."

His phone rings, and you smirk. It's probably his wife.

Oliver groans as his phone rings, his expression turning irritated. He knows it's his wife calling, and he doesn't want to answer it. But he knows he has to. "I have to take this," he says, reluctantly pulling away from you and grabbing his phone.

You lay there quietly as he answers the phone. You busy yourself kissing on him silently as he talks, smirking.

Oliver tries to focus on the phone call, but it's hard with you kissing him like that. He shoots you a warning look, trying to silently tell you to stop. But he can't deny that he loves the way your lips feel on his skin.

You kiss his thigh and watch his reaction as he clutches his phone tighter.

Oliver's grip on the phone tightens as you kiss his thigh, and he has to bite back a moan. He tries to keep his voice steady as he speaks to his wife, but it's getting harder and harder with each passing moment. "Yes, dear. I'll be home soon." He shoots you another warning look, silently begging you to stop before he loses control.

You take the hint and stop for a moment. You laugh silently.

Oliver finishes up the phone call, trying to act casual even though he's incredibly turned on. He hangs up and turns to you, his eyes dark with desire. "You're a naughty little thing, aren't you?" he says, his voice low and husky.

"I love to see you bite back that moan while talking to your wife." You tease.

Oliver grins, his eyes flashing with a mixture of lust and amusement. "You're going to get me in trouble, you know that? If she finds out about us..." He trails off, his expression turning serious for a moment before he shakes his head. "But I don't care. I want you, and I'll do whatever it takes to have you."

"That wouldnt be a good thing. I'm sorry I got carried away." You say rubbing your hands over his thighs.

Oliver shivers as you rub his thighs, his body responding to your touch despite his best efforts to control himself. "It's okay," he says, his voice a little strained. "I can't blame you for being irresistible. But we need to be careful. We can't let anyone find out about us."

"Yes i know. Our little secret."

Oliver nods, his expression serious. "Our little secret," he repeats, his eyes locking onto yours. "And it's a secret that I intend to keep. I don't want to lose you, and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure that doesn't happen."

"Agreed." You say.

Oliver pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you possessively. "Good. Because I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon. You're mine, and I'm going to make sure you know it every day."

"Gonna need you to pound me like that again but from behind this time. Then I'll let you go home to your wife." You smirk.

Oliver's eyes darken with lust at your suggestion, and he lets out a low growl. "You're a minx, you know that? But I'll do it. I'll give you exactly what you want." He rolls over on top of you, pinning you beneath him.

You lay on your stomach and spread yourself out for him. You feel his chest against your back and hes stroking himself to get hard again. "Mhmm..."

Oliver positions himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips as he lines himself up with your entrance. He leans down, his chest pressed against your back as he whispers in your ear. "You look so good like this, all spread out for me. I can't wait to be inside you again."

You grind your ass into him again, loving how he nearly buckles every time.

Oliver groans, his grip on your hips tightening as you grind against him. He's already hard again, and he can't wait to be inside you. "God, you're driving me crazy," he gasps, his voice strained with desire. "I need to be in you. Now."

"You're in control, daddy."

Oliver growls at your words, his possessive side taking over. He slides into you with one swift thrust, burying himself deep inside you. He sets a hard, fast pace, pounding into you relentlessly. "You're mine. Do you hear me? You belong to me. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

The way he possessively holds you and fucks you is insane. Hes pounding into you like no tomorrow making you cream on him. The slapping noises of skin on skin drive you both crazy. You can't take much more of this pounding before you come again. "Im gonna come again...."

Oliver can feel you tightening around him, and he knows you're close. He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks in a low, commanding voice. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel you come all over me. I want to feel your body shake and hear you scream my name."

He hits the right spot that makes you shake and quiver and buckle underneath of him.

Oliver feels you buckle underneath him and he grins, knowing he's hit the right spot. He keeps up the pace, pounding into you even harder as you shake and quiver with pleasure. He leans down to kiss your neck, his lips trailing along your skin as he whispers in your ear again. "That's it, baby. Let go. Let go and give yourself over to me completely."

You're practically crying into the pillow now from how good he's making you feel. You've come twice already now working on a third time.

Oliver can feel your tears on the pillow, and it only spurs him on further. He's close to his own release now, but he's determined to make you come one more time before he does. He reaches around to rub your clit, his fingers moving in quick, precise circles. "Come on, baby. One more time. I know you can do it. Just let go and come for me again."

Her body goes limp as she comes for him a third time, completely spent now waiting for him to come.

Oliver feels your body go limp beneath him, and he knows you've come a third time. He lets out a low growl as he finally allows himself to let go, his own orgasm crashing over him in waves. He thrusts into you a few more times before collapsing on top of you, panting and out of breath. "God, you're incredible," he whispers, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"Might want to get rid of the evidence." You say referring to the full condom.

Oliver chuckles, still trying to catch his breath. "Right, the evidence. Can't have anyone finding out about our little rendezvous, can we?" He carefully pulls out of you and disposes of the condom, making sure there's no trace left behind. He then lays down next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

"As much as i would love to stay like this. You need to go home, and i need to go back to school. i need to start and finish the assignment for your class." You chuckle.

Oliver sighs, knowing you're right. He doesn't want to leave you, but he also can't risk getting caught. "I know, I know. You're right. I need to go home and pretend like everything is normal." He kisses the top of your head. "But I'll see you in class tomorrow, and we can pick up where we left off then."

"I see you brought gym clothes. Smart." You laugh.

Oliver grins, amused by your observation. "I'm always prepared. And it's a good excuse for me to wear something other than my usual suit." He gives you a playful swat on the butt before getting up and starting to get dressed.

"That suit is sexy."

Oliver chuckles as he buttons up his shirt. "You think so? Maybe I'll wear it for you sometime when we're alone." He winks at you, clearly enjoying the compliment.

"Maybe next time you can do me against the wall in your suit. That would be super hot."

Oliver's eyes darken with lust at your suggestion, and he takes a step closer to you. "Oh, I like the way you think. That definitely sounds like a plan for next time. I'll have to make sure I wear my best suit just for you."

"I'll come find you tomorrow during office hours. Maybe sneak in a quick blow job after everyone leaves for the day." You smirk getting dressed.

Oliver's eyes widen at your bold suggestion, and he can feel himself getting aroused again. "You're a temptress, you know that? But I like it. I like it a lot. I'll make sure my office door is locked, and we'll have some privacy. Just make sure you don't keep me waiting too long."

"That's the best part of the game."

Oliver grins, clearly enjoying the thrill of the game as well. "You're right. The anticipation makes it even more exciting. I'll be waiting for you, ready and eager for whatever you have in store for me."

"Go take care of your wife now and think of me." You say with an evil smirk.

Oliver raises an eyebrow, amused by your smirk. "You're a naughty one, aren't you? Fine, I'll go take care of my wife and think of you. But just remember, I'll be thinking of you too. And I'll be counting down the hours until our next rendezvous."

"Always." you say kissing him. "Dont forget mouth wash. You still taste like me." You snicker.

Oliver rolls his eyes, but he can't help but chuckle at your comment. "You're so cheeky. But I won't forget the mouth wash, I promise. And don't think I won't get you back for that little comment." He gives you a playful swat on the ass before heading towards the door.

(A/N: What did you guys think? Part 2?)

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is it possible to get octa + being given oral? first time being asked for it, how they approach their partner, ect. ty!

Octavinelle - First Time Getting Oral

CW: NSFW, literal first experiences with oral.

Note: They're all 18+, though since it's a first time sort of deal they're a bit younger than I normally write them, some minor praise kink, gagging mention (Minorly in Jade's part).

Azul Ashengrotto

Depending on how they ask, Azul may or may not fully understand what they're asking him. Certain euphemisms or ways of phrasing it will go right over his head. For example: he would understand what they mean if they say they want to "go down" on him, but if they say "blowjob" or "give head" he's going to have literally no idea what sex act they're referring to. (Not that he's not onboard.) He didn't exactly do a ton of research into porn when he came on land so he isn't super familiar with the human terminology.

That being said, he would be both excited and kind of nervous. They do have oral sex under the sea, of course, and he's excited at that prospect, but at the same time... Human anatomy is different right? They need their throats to breath, and humans seem more fragile than Merfolk, so he worries if their throat would be alright or if there's risk of injury.

The other thing that hits him after he agrees to it is... how sanitary is it? Azul hates the idea of mess and it seems like it would be risky to have someone putting their mouth there. The good news is that he's going to be very thoroughly and freshly washed when they do go down on him.

He gets real fixated on his grooming, actually. Azul's human form has some... features that he doesn't have in his Cecaelia body. Namely, body hair. He's not bushy by any means, but if he's having someone go down on him he wants it to look nice for them so he'll trim it neatly and make sure it's short enough to not get in the way. He might also daub a little cologne on himself, too, just to make sure he smells nice before the act.

When they actually get to the act, he's going to let them decide what position is easiest and what pace they want to set. It's not like he has any real frame of reference, here, so he's more than happy to let them guide him here. (Even if they don't have any practice either.)

He has no idea what he's meant to do with his hands. He will sit there and hover-hand if they don't give him some signal that it's okay for him to touch their head or shoulders while they go down on him.

The area just under the head is very sensitive-- maybe a bit too sensitive. If they focus on licking at it or around it he's going to eventually start squirming from it feeling overwhelming.

The first time they actually put his dick into their mouth and he gets to feel how hot their mouth is around him, he literally cannot keep his voice down.

His favorite part is catching them looking up at him. It makes his whole body go hot and he feels very desired.

He will cum fast, but he will give warning before he does because he's considerate. He doesn't really have much preference of if they want him to cum in their mouth or pull out, but he won't cum on them. The sight of his own cum on their face both makes him feels bad and makes him kind of want to gag because he is squicked out by the texture.

Floyd Leech

Floyd is very excited that they asked. Seeking out what sort of 'fun' things he could do in his new human body was like one of the first things he did as soon as he was on land because he was curious. He thinks it looks like it would be fun, and since he knows that Merfolk do something similar he's pretty confident it will be fun.

Floyd's grooming pretty regular. He'll shower and make sure he's clean right before his date with them, but he doesn't really fuss with his body hair or anything. He might draw a little heart or smile on his body where they will see it when they take his pants off just to play with them. He figures if they like him enough to put his dick in their mouth that they probably won't mind too much if he doesn't... uh... whatever mammals did to their pubes to make them fancy. (He doesn't know, he's never really cared to be honest.)

Floyd isn't super picky about the position or the "how" of it, so he just lets his partner pick what they want when they're ready.

He's very handsy when they go down on him. He likes to touch anything he can reach-- their hair, their shoulders or the back of their neck, their hands (if he can reach). He likes their attention on him and the blowjob is great, but giving them gentle affection while he praises them really makes him feel good.

His favorite is when they test to see how far they can take him. He likes having the excuse to praise them, and he likes seeing them get excited by the praise.

He's pretty vocal in general, actually.

He probably doesn't realize he's meant to warn them when he's about to cum and ends up cumming in their mouth. His only frame of reference is porn, after all. He will apologizes if he realizes they don't like that and admit that he should have checked with them, though.

Jade Leech

Of course Jade likes the idea-- he also looked up porn as soon as he came onto land, though has consumed significantly less of it because he finds it largely unappealing. He knows that it's the same general concept of oral sex under the sea.

Jade also grooms himself thoroughly and trims his body hair. He makes sure he looks well maintained and will make sure to shower shortly before their date so that he's fresh for them. He's not super particular about much else, though.

He would prefer to have his partner go down on him while he's standing up. The idea of getting to watch them kneel for him makes him hot.

During the blowjob, he likes to pet his hands through their hair, and will murmur a compliment or two while they work. He's not super vocal, though.

Though he realizes it's not likely to happen given it's their first time, he finds the idea of being allowed to fuck their mouth to be hot. He feels a little mean for it, but he gets off on the way they gag a little if they take him too deeply into their throat. He will shelve the topic for another day unless they ask him to do it, though.

He will ask before he cums where they prefer it to be, because he's a gentleman.

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I - Intensity / H - Humiliation / N - Nope

𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐀-𝐙 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧 ���𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭

I - Intensity: Do they like intense scenes? Or are they more a slow and take their time kind of person?

Both, tbh! It really depends on who with. If it's just a fling, then a quicker, rough, intense. If it's a partner, then slow... until it works up to that, haha. With his form being made of anemo, he's very durable, and definitely takes advantage of that.

H - Humiliation: Are they into it? Why or why not? How far will they go? Do they enjoy being de-humanized or is it more being made fun of?

He is definitely into it, though that stems from some issues he has. Even so, he does genuinely enjoy it to some extent. Degradation is a big one of these that he enjoys. It is a fast way to get him into a more sub mindset and compliant. I'm unsure of how far it could go before it becomes uncomfortable for him tbh, as it's never really been dabbled in.

N - Nope: Do they enjoy orgasm denial or do they want to see how many times they can make their partner cum? Somewhere in-between?

He likes it when others are mean to him, absolutely. He'll complain, a lot, but in a bratty way. He'll try to press nerves, even if this winds up being the 'punishment'. He does anything he can do to press buttons. Especially if it's the reverse, and say, he's giving head, he'll definitely be doing this.

As for multiples, he definitely enjoys that if it is done as, again, 'punishment'.

... All of this is to say he enjoys being absolutely bullied in bed lmfao.

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( wanted to draw them naked and get a feel for their tiefling ridges but wanted to do something more tasteful than them just standing there fdhfdhf )

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Anonymous said: You can't be bred, angel. You can say it the way you want to ;)

O h.

Oh, the wording and the nickname on top of it? Oh, no, nope-- no no no, he's going into hiding. He's gonna change his name and fake his own death, bye bye Vash the Stampede, the Humanoid Typhoon dies of his head exploding--

[sinfulumbra]

Mating Press - Akira and Goro @guildofsin

@guildofsin In a bathtub/hot tub

"You're supposed to be good and not trying to tempt me constantly~" Goro replied with a blush on his face. Despite the fact he was the one completely overpowering the other. Moving to press him against the back of the hot tub as they went at it. "You're mine you know~"

[lathal]

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒. ** 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 , 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆.

bold-always applies, Italics-situationally applies or interested, strike is no.

— INCLINATION    /   HABITS  :   is  submissive |is  dominant |  prefers  to  top (if her partner requests it)  |  prefers  to  bottom (usually)  | likes  to  switch  |  identifies  as  heterosexual  |  identifies  as  homosexual  | identifies  as  bisexual | identifies  as  pansexual | identifies  as  demisexual  | identifies  as  asexual  |  enjoys  sex  with  men  |  enjoys  sex  with  women  |  enjoys  sex  with  aliens  |   enjoys  sex  with  androids  |   enjoys  sex  with  monsters | enjoys  sex  with  any  sex  /  gender  | enjoys  sex  with  multiple  people  at  once (only if in a poly relationship) | initiates (less common) | waits  for  partner  to  initiate (more common) |  spits  | swallows  |  prefers  sex  in  the  morning  |  prefers  sex  at  night  |  will  have  sex  anytime  |  no  sex  drive  |  low  sex  drive | average  sex  drive  | high  sex  drive | hypersexual  | fluctuating  sex  drive.

— BODY   /    APPEARANCE:   small  build | medium  build | athletic  build |  muscular  build |  curvy  build  | voluptuous  build  |  wears  boxers  |  wears  briefs  |  wears  boxer  briefs | wears  lingerie |  goes  ‘ commando ’ | shaves / waxes | manscapes |  doesn’t  shave / wax  |cup  size  a – c | cup  size  d – f | 1 – 5"  in  length  | 6 – 9″  in  length |  10”  or  over  in  length.

—   SOUNDS :   is  silent / makes  little  to  no  sounds | is  very  quiet  | is  very  loud | grows  in  volume  over  time  | bites hand / partner / pillow  to  muffle  themselves  | calls  out  partner’s  name  | curses |  growls  | fakes / exaggerates |  prefers  a  quiet  partner |  prefers  a  loud / appropriately  vocal  partner  |  prefers  a  responsive  partner |  no preference towards partner’s volume | is  turned  on  by  dirty  talk  | is  turned  off  by  dirty  talk.

—   TURN  ONS    /    KINKS :   having  their  hands  pinned |  pinning  their  partner’s  hands  | having  their  hair  pulled (depends on how rough) | pulling  their  partner’s  hair| being  watched  ( by  their  partner ) | being  watched  ( by  a  third  party ) | watching their partner | receiving  oral | giving  oral | calling  their  partner  ‘ daddy ’  | being  called  ‘ daddy ’ |  calling  their  partner  ‘ mommy ‘ | being  called  ‘ mommy ‘ | calling  their  partner  ‘ master ‘ (verse dependent) | being  called  ‘ master ‘ | calling  their  partner  ‘ mistress ‘ (verse dependent) | being  called  ‘ mistress ‘ |  giving praise | receiving praise | biting / marking  | being  bitten  /  marked | spanking  |  being  spanked | teasing  | being teased  | having  toys  used  on  them  |  using  toys  on  their  partner | giving anal| receiving  anal (may occasionally do it if asked, bit it’s not something she enjoys)  | choking| being  choked (verse dependent, but in DA, you may put your hand on her neck in a similar gesture, you may not apply pressure. This is a a hard limit in modern verses.)  | dirty  talk |  being  tied  up  | tying  their  partner  up | being  worshiped | worshiping  their  partner  |  humiliating | being  humiliated |  degrading  |  being  degraded (only in combination with praise, and you have to find the right balance) |  being  pegged  |  pegging  their  partner (may occasionally do it if asked, but it’s not something she’s super into)  | being  edged |  edging  |  age gap  | anonymous  sex  | blood  play | breeding (only if A) they’re actually using protection and just pretending they’re not, or B) are actually ready to have a child - not at any point during Inquisition)  | chastity devices | clothed / partially clothed |  condoms  |  deep - throating |  gun  play |  intercrural sex (similar to above, may occasionally do it if asked, but it’s not something she particularly enjoys) | knife  play |lingerie | nipple  play | orgasm  denial | overstimulation  | pregnancy  | public  sex | rimming  |  roleplay | sadism / masochism  |  size  difference  |  somnophilia (thinks the idea is hot if arranged ahead of time but it would wake her up and trigger her PTSD) | squirting.

—    PLACES:   airplane |  alleyway | bath  | beach  | bedroom | boat |  bus  | car | cathedral / church (only if there’s no risk of being caught) |  cemetery  |  closet  |  concert  |  dressing room  | elevator |  empty or abandoned building  | field |forest  | gym |  home bathroom  | hospital|   kitchen |  library  |  movie  theatre  |  museum  | ocean  | parking lot |  planetarium  |  pool  |public bathroom |  rooftop | school | sex  club | shower |  tent |  terrace | train  | workplace.

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Drabble - Azul x Sub!Top!MC

CW: Extremely NSFW, Petplay, dom/sub, biting, restraints, finger sucking, frottage, shibari, sensory play. MC is gender neutral but tops, and it's not clarified if the penetration is with a toy or not but it is referred to as "dick" a couple of times.

Azul’s laugh is low, dark, and rich, his lips quirk up into a rather cruel smile that they can’t see through the silk blindfold that is wrapped around their eyes. They always look so good like this, their chest heaving despite the fact that they haven’t been touched and glistening with a fine misting of sweat.

They’re entirely at his mercy. They gave him this power: turned their control over to him willingly and readily. The mere thought is enough to make Azul’s head spin: that they trust him so much. They kneel before him, patiently waiting as he painstakingly looped the ropes together that bind their arms behind their back and the ones that weave patterns that decorate their chest. They have leaned into the fleeting touches he’s traced along their exposed skin.

Azul licks his lips, feeling the urge to sink his teeth into them and leave rings of teeth marks on their shoulders. He has to remind himself to be patient-- after all, there will be plenty of time for that later. For now he has a much bigger treat in mind, so he leans back against the pillows that are propped against the headboard of the bed. He takes a hold of the leash that is attached to the pretty black collar that hugs their throat wrapping it around his hand a couple of times. He gives the lead a gentle tug, hearing the creak of the leather under the pressure and they immediately perk up to full attention.

“Come.” Azul commands, and he can see the way the command registers through their body by the way they shiver. They shuffle forward on their knees, only stopping once they bump against the vee of his spread legs.

Azul smirks to himself, then gives another, harder tug on the leash that earns a surprised gasp as they nearly tip forward. They narrowly catch themself, though, before they land on him.

“Closer. I didn’t tell you that you could stop.” They lean forward, forced to flex their abdomen to keep from flopping forward onto him. Their body quivers a bit, but they don’t fall, and their dedication to following his initial direction to not touch until told makes his dick twitch against his stomach.

Azul makes them hold the position for a long moment before he reaches up with the hand that’s not holding onto the leash and brushes the palm of his hand down along the column of their neck, skating his fingertips along their collarbones and sliding around to the back of their neck to steady himself as he leans up to meet their lips.

He takes control of the kiss so easily that it almost feels like he’s bullying them, his tongue sliding against their own and lapping against the sensitive roof of their mouth. He relishes the shuddering moan it earns him. So reactive, so good, all just for him. He’s going to thoroughly enjoy this.

He rolls their lip between his teeth as he pulls back, letting himself fall against the bedsheets again and watching them linger there, seeming to expect another kiss as their breath heaves.

“Tell me.” Azul begins, sliding one of his legs along the sheets and lifting it to press the ball of his foot gently at the junction of their hip and their folded leg. “Do you want to fuck me?”

They open their mouth to respond but seem to catch themself, closing it again resolutely and swallowing thickly. Azul can’t help but to grin-- so good at following instructions. Rule two was don’t speak until you are told to.

“You can speak until I tell you to stop.”

“More than anything, sir.”

“Is that so?” Azul presses his foot against their hip a little harder. He brings his free hand to their face, cupping their chin and tracing his thumb across their soft lower lip. He holds them in that suspense as he carefully considers exactly how he wants them. “You’ll do as I say and be a good pet for me, won’t you?”

“Yessir.”

“Even if I make you sit there and wait for an hour?” They don’t move, but he can see the subtle shift of tension in their shoulders. They pull their lower lip into their mouth, worrying it with their teeth. “Make you sit there and make you listen while I get off without you? Make you sit there pretty and just be eye candy for me while I touch myself?”

“Anything, sir.”

“Good pet.” Azul praises. “That’s enough speaking for now. Open your mouth.” They comply, letting their mouth drop open obediently. Azul dips his thumb into their mouth, pressing it gently against their tongue. “Suck.”

Azul then watched with rapt fascination as they hang their head ever so slightly just to draw more of his thumb into their mouth. They hollow their cheeks around it, and Azul can see the way their eyelids flutter through the fabric of the blindfold. They let out a submissive whine and it sends a wave of heat through Azul that makes him sweat in spite of the fact that he’s entirely bare.

His dick throbs against his stomach again.

With his hand now limiting their movement via his thumb in their mouth, he momentarily lets the leash drop so that he can blindly scrabble his now-free hand across the sheets to find where he’d dropped the bottle of lube. It takes a bit of fumbling to find it by its shape, but he doesn’t want to take his eyes off of them.

It isn’t graceful, but Azul finds it and manages to click open the cap one-handed. He squeezes a generous drop of it directly onto his dick as he toys with their tongue with the pad of his thumb. Satisfied for now, he drops the lube onto the other side of the bed again and wraps a hand around himself. He’s unable to keep himself from gasping and shivering slightly at the feeling of cold lube against his superheated skin.

When they hear the wet squelch of him touching himself, they groan wordlessly, seeming to suck his thumb more enthusiastically into the tight heat of their mouth.

The leg that had been perched against their hip slides, looping around to the back of them and urging them forward. As they shuffle forward, Azul lifts himself into their lap. He slots himself against them, letting their dick slide along his own lube-wet one, catching it with his slick hand along with his own. They let out a surprised-sounding groan around his thumb as he dampens the both of them with lube with long, slow strokes.

“So good for me…” Azul hisses the praise, his eyes fluttering closed as he revels in the feeling of his hand wrapped around the both of them and their body heat seeping into his skin and seeming to push his temperature impossibly higher. He catches himself getting too engrossed in the feeling, and he has to force himself to stop before he ruins their plans for the night. He releases his grip on the both of them, casting his gaze downward to make sure the two of them are lubed up enough. With a few more quick pumps of his hand he’s satisfied they are prepared enough.

As Azul pulls his hand away from them, he can see the momentary conflict in their expression as they struggle between their urge to follow his hand versus their desire to follow his orders. Their restraint wins out, but they don’t go without a small whine as Azul pulls his thumb from between their lips as well. He makes quick work of wiping away the stickiness on his hands on the towel he’d sat on the bed for them, making sure it won’t be a distraction to him before he again twines the leash around his right hand until it’s taut.

“Listen carefully, pet.” he begins. They straighten up, sitting at-attention for him. It makes another wave of heat roll through his body at having the full weight of their attention on him like this. “I’m going to let you inside of me.” Azul lets the words linger, licking his lips as he watches the way the idea registers with them and they squirm their hips at the prospect. “You will wait for me to give you the okay to move or you will get nothing tonight. Understood? You may speak.”

They swallow thickly.

“Yessir…”

“Good pet. You’re doing well so far. Take care that you don’t disappoint me.”

Azul slides his hands down between his legs, silently thanking his foresight to have prepared himself earlier before he’d bound them because he certainly didn’t have the patience to do it now. He guides them to his entrance, shifting his hips until he feels comfortable with how they rest on the pillows under him.

“Come in. Slowly.” Azul orders easily, tugging on the leash to reiterate the point. They shiver at the command and shuffle a little bit clumsily to get closer as they press into him. It takes a moment, but the minor resistance gives way easily, and they slowly sink into Azul. It punches a gasp out of him, and he arches his back at the feeling of fullness as they slide home in him. He has to pause to catch his breath as their hips press against his ass, finally. It doesn’t seem to matter how many times they top him, the initial feeling of them stretching him never seems to stop sweeping him off his feet. He thumps his head back against the sheets, breathing deeply as he allows himself a moment to adjust to the feeling.

“Move.” Azul commands, and they respond in turn, drawing back and pressing into him again. Azul lets his head fall back against the pillows underneath him, his free hand rising to their shoulder, his nails biting into their skin ever so slightly as he tries to ground himself with the grip on them. He feels like he should feel embarrassed by the fact that he finds this little bit of stimulation so intense but he can’t quite bring himself to care when he’s buzzing with the feeling of them rocking against him and whining the way they are.

It takes him a moment to remember what he was trying to do, but finally he reaches a hand up and tugs their blindfold down so that it dangles around their neck. They blink a few times, dazzled.

“Look at you…” Azul purrs breathlessly, tugging on their leash and causing them to lurch unsteadily closer to him and yet they don’t lose their rhythm. “Desperate like this. You can’t get enough, can you?”

They whine again, once again biting at their lower lip to keep whatever words are on their tongue from spilling out. Azul’s head spins, overwhelmed with the feeling of control that they have relinquished to him, and he laughs. It falls somewhere between cruel and overjoyed, and borders on unhinged as he watches the way their face flushes under his examination and he traces the fingertips of his free hand along their jaw, fingers curling possessively at their chin and ensuring that they’re looking at him. He, greedily, wants all of their focus on him at this moment. Nothing else matters but the two of them.

“You’re lucky you have someone as… generous as me.” Azul drawls out the syllables clumsily as he feels the tension in his belly grow tighter and hotter. He’s aware that he’s babbling, now, the filter between whatever filthy thing floats into his mind and his mouth is nearly nonexistent. “Who caters to your every need. The only one who can provide for you the way that you need, isn’t that right?”

They whine, hips stuttering and little more roughly against him as they gasp. Their eyes are glazed over in lust as they look up at him like they’re desperate to commit his image to their memory. He hopes they do-- hopes that him with their leash wrapped around his hand and demanding they fuck him lingers in their daydreams for months.

“Aren’t you lucky?”

They whimper a second time, and Azul can see the way they have to bite their tongue. They nod enthusiastically though.

“Hmm? What was that, pet? Use your words.”

“Yes…” They hiss the word, their voice warbling as they fuck him. “I’m so lucky. I… I” Azul watches the way their stomach twitches, and they look at him gritting their teeth and straining out a low moan. “I… I… Please, sir…”

Azul watches the way they flush further as they beg. They just couldn’t resist, huh? They must be close. No matter, he doesn’t mind in the slightest, considering that he feels like he’s teetering on a knife’s edge as well.

“Tell me what you need.”

“Please, I’m so close…” they whine, their movement reduced to a slow grind as they try to control themself. If he was feeling even a bit more mean he might make them sit with that for a few more minutes. The thought sends another wave of heat through him, though, and it only pushes his own patience to its limit.

“You can come as soon as you…” Azul has to pause as they jerk their hips forward at the mere prospect and grind against his prostate in a way that makes his eyes roll back in his head. He continues, breathless, “...as soon as you make me come.”

They groan, and apparently are reinvigorated by the command, snapping their hips against him. It’s nearly overwhelming in contrast to the lazy grinding they’d just been doing, and Azul loses control of his voice as it pitches up into a loftier register as his hands drop to the bedsheets and scrabble for purchase on the pillows. He plants his feet into the bedspread and arches his back into the intense, pleasurable feeling of them driving him quickly closer to his climax.

The thing that finally tips him over the edge is them finally slumping forward against him, their hips still sloppily driving them deeper into his heat as they mumble broken pleas for him to come against his collarbone.

Azul tosses his head back, groaning as he comes, dick pinned between their body and his own stomach. Half a second after his own climax, their rhythm stutters again and they press as deeply into him as they can as they come. Azul’s fingers relax on the sheets and instead they curl around his beloved rather possessively, holding them close against his chest in spite of the mess between them. For the moment, his desire to be clean is thoroughly outmatched by how exhausted and boneless he feels.

Still, he can’t sit on his laurels for too long. He reaches behind them to where he feels the binds on their arms and tugs on one of the loops, easily unraveling the rest of the tie and letting loose their arms. They let their arms fall, and Azul watches them gently flexing their fingers and elbows. He tosses the rope aside and does the same for the second set making the pattern across their chest. Satisfied they’re free, he pets a hand through their hair.

“Wonderful job.” he praises, leaning down to press a kiss against the crown of their head. They glance up at him, doe-eyed and smiling. He laughs, pressing a second kiss to their forehead.

He sighs and leans his head back against the pillows, allowing his eyes to close and reveling in the afterglow for another moment.

“...You look tired.” They say, softly, and he feels them lay their head against his chest. Azul acknowledges the statement with a slow scratch of their scalp. It’s a very long moment before he can work up the energy to speak.

“I am. But we need to clean up.” He insists, despite the fact that his voice seems to match his energy.

“Oooor, we could take a little nap and clean up after?” They laugh. “It’s not like it’s going anywhere. Besides, you already got lube on the sheets, so we’ll have to change them anyway.”

Azul groans, then sighs.

“...Very well. But only thirty minutes, alright?”

They hum, nuzzling closer to him, laying their head in the curve of his neck and shoulder, giving him a kiss. And despite the mess he knows is waiting for them, Azul finds that he’s the happiest he’s been in a long time.

[chremes007]

knee deep in the passenger seat 🚙

[sinfulumbra]

[ BLINDFOLD ]

[ BLINDFOLD ] ― my muse makes your muse wear a blindfold.

Alucard was surprised at the other's idea to have him wear a blindfold. Since his eyes were covered he felt his senses going into overdrive to track her movements. "I'll let you lead this time then Kaia.~" He spoke with a smirk on his face.

[twistmusings]

Heeeeyyyyyy

Soooooooo

I was wondering, which boys do you think would have a size kink? Lmao, thanks for entertaining this. Peace n love Mod Azul✌✌✌

I was wondering, which boys do you think would have a size kink? Lmao, thanks for entertaining this. Peace n love Mod Azul✌✌✌

Who do I think would have a size kink?

CW: Talks about both topping and bottoming, size kink (ofc), otherwise nothing much, mentions of weird porn (not in depth), mentions of being a size queen, Lilia is a babygirl (no you will not change my mind).

Note: all characters are portrayed as being in their mid to late twenties in this!

It’s a hard no: Epel. Literally only Epel because he would think his partner was making fun of him regardless of if he’s giving/receiving.

Take it or leave it: Riddle, Trey, Ace, Deuce, Ruggie, Jamil, Vil, Rook, Malleus, Sebek, Silver.

Into it, but not the top of their list: Cater, Leona, Jade, Kalim (he likes it but greatly prefers whatever the platonic version of it would be: just likes feeling small and safe with the people he likes in a nonsexual way).

Very into it, probably something they seek out frequently: Jack, Azul, Floyd, Idia, and Lilia.

Jack Howl

It’s a pretty basic thing to know that Jack is a big boy. He’s tall, he’s broad shouldered and muscular, and he’s blessed if you know what I mean. He likes that feeling of having someone notice those things about him, and he likes having people compliment him on it. So it only goes to follow that he’s just as into it in the bedroom if his partner comments on him being big in comparison to them. Silly as it may sound, he really likes playing the role of “gentle giant”, and caring gently for his partner and taking care of them when he’s in that mindset. He knows that he’s big and he could throw his weight around, but he doesn’t want that. He just thinks it’s cute that his partner is smaller than he is and that he can lift them up if they want him to. It’s surprisingly wholesome for it being a kink, honestly.

Azul Ashengrotto

On the less wholesome side, we have Azul. Azul particularly likes being on the receiving end of a size kink, and he likes being made to feel smaller than he actually is. In fact, it’s almost a point of obsession for him and probably  has some less-than-healthy roots that sort of spiraled into a fetish. But, hey, I do think it eventually stops being a self-loathing thing and just becomes a regular old kink. He’s a size queen through and through, and he loves to incorporate that sort of play into the bedroom regardless of his partner’s gender so long as they’re down for it. He likes to challenge himself and see how much he can take and what his limits are. And how he can safely push them-- he would like to be able to walk tomorrow. As far as giving, though, that gets a little… complex, for him. He’s not too keen on the idea of giving for a size kink because he still does have some negative associations with being big. It’s not an outright no, but it would be one he would have to explore a bit at a time and figure out what he is and is not comfortable with.

Floyd Leech

Floyd loves being the big one. Again, he’s tall and broad shouldered, so of course it just sort of comes with the territory. He has always been attracted to people who are considerably shorter than him, and he loves to be able to show off his strength to his partner. In fact, he’s just a show-off in general, to the point where it can get a bit embarrassing if you are his partner. He will want to lift them and carry them and have them in his arms or on his lap as much as possible, and he just sort of hopes they have the same lack of shame that he does. And as for the bedroom, well, let’s say he’s not nearly as gentlemanly as Jack. Again, so long as he knows his partner is down for it, he loves to throw his weight around and to use it to pin them down or hold them up, either by the hips or on his shoulders, all depending on what he’s after at the moment.

Idia Shroud

If you are surprised, you must be very new to the blog. If so, welcome, Idia winds up quite literally like every single one of these ‘who has x kink’ lists. I would be impressed if someone asks for a kink he doesn’t have at this point.

That digression aside, Idia could be into either, but he really prefers to be on the receiving end of a size kink. He likes to feel small compared to a monster, and I will admit this one largely lives in his fantasies rather than reality. He’s tall and even if he’s skinny he just sort of assumes people aren’t going to be able to lift him up or toss him around in that sort of way. I bet you can guess why-- he’s a monsterfucker. He’s always been into weird porn, and he’s always found himself projecting more on the ‘victim’ than the ‘monster’ so to speak, as mortifying as that would be for him to admit. If his partner could satisfy his size kink and surprise him he’d be quite happy after he stops stammering and blushing so hard he feels dizzy.

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia has his whole aesthetic going on. He likes feeling small and cute, and fortunately for him and his partner, his size kink just sort of slides in right alongside that perfectly. Don’t get me wrong, he is a fearsome war general, and he has had his fair share of fights where he had to beat the hell out of someone, but even war veterans sometimes need to feel a little bit like a babygirl.

Jokes aside, he loves to be held by a bigger partner and he like for them to leverage their weight against him. He’s by no means helpless, but he likes to feel that way a little bit, in particular in the bedroom. It’s a fantasy he’s always had, and he really enjoys indulging in it so if his partner will let him, it’s probably going to come up pretty frequently.