#5 On Fox

#5 on Fox

5. Handcuffs + Fox

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Call it cliche, but Fox gets suuuuper turned on using his handcuffs in bed

He loves using them on you and is even down to be the one wearing them too

When he uses them on you he likes to cuff one of your wrists to each bed post

That way he watch your squirm when he kneels over you, one leg over each side of your waist

He makes you watch as he fists his cock over you, mimicking how you would touch him

He loves the way your begging and whining to touch him

But he doesn't let you, he just keeps fucking his fist and running his mouth

"Awwww do you want to touch cyare? Do you wish it was your needy, wet little cunt I was fucking instead?"

You whimper and he cums on your stomach

But don't worry, Fox is a gentleman, he won't leave you like that

No, but he will watch you moan and wriggle when he lays on his on his stomach and buries his tongue between your soaked folds

Fox will keep you there, cuffed and writhing until he's pulled no less than at least 2 orgasms from you

On the flip side, when Fox let's you cuff him? Whoooo boy

It's nice and simple - his hands are cuffed behind his back and he's sitting against the headboard

You're in his lip bouncing on his cock, grabbing at your tits, pushing your hands through your hair, tracing fingers down your neck - all the things he wants to do but can't

He's downright whining, babbling little moans and begging quietly

Right as he's about to cum you stop, you sit there on his lap and just roll your hips, hands exploring his chest

His entire body is on fire in the best way - you've already denies him his orgasm three times

He's whimpering and trying to fuck up into you, but you stay put

When he's calmed enough you kiss him and set an eager pace again, letting him bury his face in your chest

"Please mesh'la- please let me cum."

It's like music to your ears, you make him watch as you circle your clit, and you can see him tugging at his cuffs

"Awwww do you want to touch cyare?"

You're teasing him right back for the last time

But he just nods desperately and moans your name loudly

It makes you come and kiss him, hard, letting him finish deep inside you

Bonus: as soon as you release his hands he cuddles you into his chest and kissing all over your face, promising to get you back next time it's his turn

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Here it is! This is entirely self indulgent and filthy! Im a wh*re for the croissant guards

Also I headcanon Fox looking like how amikoroyoaiart draws him. her art is so good!

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Crossposted on ao3

Rating: 18+

Length: 3.9k

Warnings/Tags: Oral (m receiving), that good sloppy toppy, office sex, cursing, light grinding, making out

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

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paintings by Yoshino Ryoko

arranged royal marriage where darling fools around with maids and butlers since they think their spouse aka next in line to the throne doesn't have any feelings for them but they couldn't be more wrong ... yandere finding darling and one of the servants doing the nasty in their shared king sized bed when darling literally refuses to touch them and goes oh i see how it is ...

tw - arranged marriages, cheating, emotional neglect, and implied noncon.

to be fair, they've had every opportunity to express an interest in you. you might not be of royal blood, but you grew up in their parents' court, shared their tutors and their lessons, and aside from a few brief niceties at balls and banquets, they've never made any attempt to speak to you, the oh-so-fortunate commoner they've been betrothed to since the time they could walk. an extravagant affair with enough pageantry to disguise their disinterest and your discomfort, they remained distant, apathetic despite your fumbling attempts to bridge the obvious gap between the two of you. it's only natural that, after you settle into wedded life, after court gossip finds another topic to focus on, you'd seek out comfort in hearts and bodies more open than that of your stoic spouse. it's only natural that you'd start to look for affection elsewhere, since you're so clearly not going to find it in your partner.

and you get away with it, for a while - that is, until your spouse returns from a meeting with their advisors you were told would take up their entire afternoon hours early, until they find you straddling a flustered stablehand in your marital bed. the servent is dragged away, thrown in the castle's dungeon, and when you argue, when you tell them they're overreacting and demand that they release your temporary lover, they snap at you, instead, bare their teeth and raise their voice, show more emotion than you've ever seen from them as they call you a whore, a harlot, a traitor. they're delusional, seemingly convinced that some great, untouchable love exists between the two of you and that your adultary is less a symptom of being trapped in a marriage of convinence to an inattentive partner and moreso a childish overreaction to how busy they've been, lately, how little time they've had to spend with you. it's alright, they reassure you, even as you attempt to shove their hands away, even as you scream for them to let you go - not that their knights would ever put you above their crowned-heir. they're not going to neglect you, anymore. they'll make you feel so loved, you'll never have to go to anyone else again.

not that you'll ever want to, after they're done with you.

I pray to the gods that you're uncomfortable, miserable even.

why ? is it because you want to take care of me and nurse me back to health ? to show me love and tenderness ? its ok. i know.