#long Shouren smut

[cherry-pop-elf]

Need A Hand?

A Shouren X Reader

Requested by: Anon

18+, Improper use of a prosthetic arm, sex toy(?) voyeurism, teasing, No Regrets

Commissions are open

“Shouren?” You called into the tent, looking around. Seems like he wasn’t home, at the moment anyway. Your boyfriend was always running off somewhere. Saving orphaned dragons, hiding bodies of poachers, feeding said poachers to the dragons at Hogwarts, just normal stuff.

Left you with more free time than you liked. Sure, he’s off being a hero, but you needed attention to! You swore he loved dragons more than you. Deep down, you knew that wasn’t true. His name is literally Long Tian Shouren. Wasn’t that literally what Celestial Chinese Dragons were called? Was he a dragon-?

Those were the thoughts that often kept you busy, as you would lay around in the cozy tent. He could have moved into the actual hut at the padlock, but he was a boy of nature. You won’t lie, there was something so nice star gazing together. Also meant you could hog the hut all yourself, and have some nice healthy alone time. Healthy relationship goals.

Still, you didn’t like being alone all the time. You had needs, and he had needs. Seems the need to save dragons overpowered any libido he ever got. Lame. You have a huff, as you went snooping around. Seeing if you could find out where he ran off to this night. Maybe some mysterious map to a fantastical land. Maybe even secret letters for the underground. Or maybe….

“Must be here on the grounds-“ You muttered, as you saw his arm on the bedside table to his futon. Probably going to collect more healing potions, or watch his daughter’s Quidditch practices. You loved that about him. Such a supportive dad. Had you smile, as you played with his arm.

You would play with the joints, and admired the way it moved. Fascinated on how it worked. How much life it had, when attached. Most likely a special charm to make it connect to his nerves. Charms were so cool. You would just smile, as you would bend the fingers. Enjoying how it moved so smoothly, just to lock into place when no longer making contact.

You won’t lie, it was giving you ideas. The joints locked into place after all, so maybe……No. No that’s such an invasive thing. Just because it wasn’t attached to him right now doesn’t mean it’s not any less his hand. That’s just not right…..But he did say his arm was just as much yours as his. Some romantic word fumble when his English short circuited.

You would give a look around, before quickly closing the tent flaps. As if you wanted anyone walking in. It felt so dirty to do this, and that was what was so thrilling. Using your boyfriend’s own arm. So taboo. Then again, you were wizards. What really is taboo for a wizard anyway? Better to not over think it, or factor in the laws and morals it takes to enjoy the comforts of a Animagus.

You quickly shook your head, before sneaking behind the room divider. The beautiful cherry blossom designs casting pink shadows over you, as you got cozy in the shared futon. Snuggling into the pillows you shared, and taking in a deep breath. How rich it was with him.

You would hesitate for a moment, before you said screw it. Literally. With your bottoms removed, you would spread your legs. You took in a few deep breaths, as you would make the hand form a shape. Two fingers, with a hook curve. So it could hit you just right.

With one more look around, you would let the hand’s fingers slide into you. The cold metal sending sharp shivers up and down your spine. The thrill of the taboo was exciting, as you kept a good grip on the metal. Moving the arm up and down. Letting it move in and out, as you covered your eyes with your free arm.

The thrill of it all was the exciting part, more so than the actual pleasure. It was so dirty, and so strange. You knew you shouldn’t, and that was the fun of it. To just close your eyes, as you used your own boyfriend’s prosthetic to pleasure yourself. Had you biting your lip, as you felt it rub you just right.

It was so easy to get lost in the moment. It was all so nice. To just feel the cool metal move inside of you, as you relaxed into the cushions. As you did, you let out a shakey breath. You felt the fingers move, and straighten out. You must have pushed to hard, and changed the position. That was what you thought, until the wrist started to move on its own.

You gave a gasp, as the fingers started to move on their own. Starting to speed up, and spread you open. Your eyes quickly opened, only to see your boyfriend standing above you. His working arm on his hip, as he was in his messy casual Hanfu. Those soft greens to accent that salt and pepper hair.

“Need a hand-?” He asked, as the hand started to finger you faster. You were so embarrassed, to have him walk in on you like this. You were so flustered, only to be left moaning. Learning he had more control over that arm than you thought. You would just toss your head back, as you kept the arm close to you. Not wanting the pleasure to stop.

“I know you enjoy toys, but this is rather silly.” He laughed at you, as you were so embarrassed. Just trying to hide your face, but unable to let the arm go. You were so close. You just had to ride on a little longer, and it seemed your boyfriend gave you mercy. Letting those mechanical fingers move faster, and even slipped a third finger in.

It finally got too much, as you came across the metal arm. He finally made it stop moving, as you rode out the high. He would tsk at you, before taking it away from you. “I just cleaned this-“ He playfully said, as you just enjoyed the after glow. “I suppose I should have seen this coming.” He teases, as you rolled your eyes.

“Just remember to do that again to me, sometime.” You offered, as he smiled. “As long as you promise to clean it afterwards.” He offered, before he planted a sweet kiss to your cheek, as he playfully had his metal hand pat your cheek. You stuck your tongue out at him, and those almond eyes smiled. This was going to be fun.