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#rookvil smut
cvlutos · 1 year
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♡ V.S & R.H | DICK | SMUT [TW: SUB!MALE READER, SPITTING]
Vil wants you to feel beautiful while he sits impossibly close, the buttons of your shirt undone and sliding off your shoulders and arms, chest littered with dark love bites, Vil's pretty fingers forcing you to look at yourself, while Rook buries his face between your thighs, eyes rolling to the back of his skull everytime he chokes on your cock. He just loves the feeling. Loves the way your twitch and smear precum along the flat of his tongue. But he also loves looking up, half-lidded green eyes staring into yours, while Vil places a string of lovely kisses along your neck, often times grasping Rook by the hair, forcing a muffled groan from his throat, forcing the huntsman to still his ministrations for you to answer the actor's questions.
'Do you like it?'
'Is he going deep enough?'
'No. I can't understand your mumbling, you have to speak clearly.'
Each words sending shivers down your spine, and if you answer oh so correctly, he pull Rook off your dripping cock and graciously spit a gob of saliva, letting Rook eagerly replace hot mouth along your length. Loving the ache in his knees, and the sting of Vil's nails, muffling incoherent french words, words that Vil to whisper into your ear, mocking—teasing...
'Permettez-moi de vous goûter...' Allow me to taste you...
'Pour te faire sentir si bien...' To make you feel so good...
'S'il te plaît...' Please....
When you cum for a moment it surprises them both, eyes wide as you stutter on your breath, spurts of your thick seed painting Rook's face and tongue, that he takes so greedily. To see you come undone, with Vil's careful movement, using a nearby towel to wipe Rook's face, whilst planting a chaste kiss to your cheek.
Oh how good you are to them.
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mistle10 · 9 months
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Pairing: Rook Hunt/Vil Schoenheit x gn afab reader
Rating: 🔞🔞🔞
Content: cuckoldry, voyeurism, body worship, minor humiliation
Summary: Rook loves to prepare you for long nights with Vil.
Rook loves it when you get fucked by Vil. He always gets so eager to prepare you for him, making sure you're weak in your step, thighs already soaked by the time you get to his dorm room.
Rook makes sure to take his time with you before the two of you head off. He's surprisingly gentle, determined to make sure you are thoroughly aroused. Imagine his head dipping between your legs "for just a quick second, mon aime," but you end up being ten minutes late because he just couldn't resist your sweet taste, and the way you moan so delightfully... he's absolutely obsessed. Sometimes he pulls away just before you're about to reach the apex of your pleasure, leaving the rest to Vil.
Of course Vil adores how needy you are. He can tell just by looking at you whether or not you already came. He would scold Rook a little, saying he told him to prepare you, not destroy you. He can have you on his own time.
Vil would start slow, sensually bringing you back up to that peak of arousal with his hands and his words. He would stare at you, occasionally murmuring something like "how gorgeous you are, splayed out over my bed like this," and slowly works his hands under your night clothes, his manicured nails ghosting your skin as he reveals it.
Rook usually sits either at the vanity, or on the chaise lounge at the foot of the bed. He loves watching, especially since the both of you are his two favorite people! He can't help but give tips to Vil on how to better please you, or vice versa.
While Rook is usually incredibly eager, sometimes bordering on impatient when it comes to making love, Vil has all the time in the world to make sure you're gasping and arching under him, begging for more. He would edge you, something Rook doesn't have the heart to do. As soon as Rook hears "please," of course he'd give in.
Imagine? Leaning back against Rook while Vil takes you, feeling his hard cock pounding into you while Rook's nails run through your hair. The sensations are almost too much to handle as one of his hands moves down to your clit. The whole time, Rook is giving you so much praise.
If he was feeling extra devious, Vil would have Rook stand in your view. Humiliating the both is you is a rare but special occurance.
"Oh, look at you, my dear, such a pretty slut," he would purr, "does that turn you on? Having your boyfriend watch us like this? I bet I do it much better, isn't that right?"
Cumming hard from both of their ministrations is more intense than you've ever felt, it's unbelievable. But of course, Vil has plans of making you cum again and again, until you're utterly spent, laying on the bed with a small pool of cum dripping out of you.
Aftercare with either one of them is always nice, but with two doting men- you'll never have to clean yourself up ever again.
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sister-lucifer · 1 year
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I loved your cat boy! idia post 😩👌 could you do more of that? (Also glad to see someone else who is also on the he/she Vil train)
Badly Behaved 
Featuring: Idia x Vil, Idia x Rook, slight Rook x Vil, Vil uses he/she pronouns, Trans Idia, Catboy!Idia AU, Idia getting punished, spanking, tail pulling, humiliation, panty pulling 
Not fully proofread! Let me know if you see any errors!
Even good boys need punishing every now and then.
Idia was no exception. 
He mewled desperately as he writhed on Vil’s lap, squirming about in his daze although he wasn’t trying to get away. After all, that would only result in more punishment. 
He laid over Vil’s legs on his stomach, oversized sweater pushed up past his hips, his dripping cunt just barely covered by his now soaked panties. They were hardly more than a thin string between his pussy lips, constricting around him and rubbing harshly against his clit whenever he moved. There was hardly any point in wearing them considering how little they covered, but they squeezed his cunt so deliciously. 
There was a time when Idia complained about Rook insisting he wore the purposely small undergarments he’d bought for him, but that seemed like an eternity ago now.
“Viiiiil! P-Please, I’m sorry!” Idia begged, voice whiny and high pitched. His blue nails dug hard into the sheets, tail thrashing about in the air. It seems his pleas fell on deaf ears, for Vil gave no response besides another hard spank. The slap reverberated off the walls, coupled with Idia’s yelp. 
A loud sob shook his body, another wave of tears welling up in his eyes. 
Punishments never lasted this long. They must’ve been really mad…Either or that, or Idia hadn’t been punished in so long he’d forgotten what it was like.
“No time for apologies now,” Rook spoke up, sitting in front of Idia and gazing down at him with pity. “This is what bad little pets get.” 
Idia whimpered in response. The only thing he hated more than punishments was disappointing his masters. 
And yet, he had done just that. 
Rook and Vil had only been gone for a few hours, but Idia couldn’t stand not having a cock to sit on or fingers in his cunt. He wasn’t supposed to touch himself without permission, he knew that, but he did it anyways. 
The truth was, he brought this on himself. 
“Maybe you’ll think about this next time you try disobeying us.” Vil added as his hand came down onto Idia’s ass once more, even harder than the last time. 
Idia cried out, back arching as he mewled. His tail stood up straight, frozen, and his ears pressed flat against his head. 
As Vil pulled her hand away she teasingly brushed against Idia’s barely clothed clit. He had been so worked up already that it was enough to have him trembling.  Idia practically face planted into the sheets, his entire body shaking like a leaf as he sobbed. 
Another hard slap made him tense and squeal. His legs twitched as he resisted the urge to pull away. 
Rook’s hand came down to pet his hair as he cooed condescendingly at his pet. 
“Aww, poor baby, can’t take the consequences? That’s too bad…next time don’t let us come home to find you knuckle deep in your own pussy.” 
Idia merely whined at the lewd scolding. 
He gasped as he felt Vil harshly grip his panties, unable to brace himself before she pulled upward. He could practically feel the anger in her grip. 
“A-Ah—! Vil, gentle! Gentle!” He begged, despite knowing there was no use.
“You haven’t earned gentle!” Vil replied, “Someone needs to show this pussy a lesson.” He tugged even harder, nearly lifting Idia’s knees off the bed. 
“Vil—! No! I-It’s rubbing my…m-my—!” 
The fabric rubbed harshly against his clit, making him squirm. There was no denying the way his soaking cunt squelched with each movement. 
“Your what, hm? Your what?” Rook asked, an obvious sadistic glint in his eyes. 
“My…m-my…” 
Even after everything Idia had done, he could never force himself to say such lewd things. He wanted to curl up from embarrassment. 
“Say it. Now.” Vil demanded. When Idia still gave no answer, Rook moved behind him. Without warning Rook’s gloved hand came down on him, nearly throwing him forward. 
“M-My clit—!” Idia choked out, “I-It’s rubbing on my clit too hard, a-and my pussy…” 
“Mm, I’ll say,” Rook purred. One of his fingers ran up Idia’s constricted cunt, making him shiver. 
“Please…” Idia begged, “No…n-no more…I’ll be good, I will…” 
“You promised you’d be good when you left, baby boy,” Vil said. “We have to make sure you learn your lesson.”
Finally Vil released her hold on his panties, letting them snap back into place against Idia’s skin. He was so dazed he hardly even flinched. 
There were a long seconds where nothing happened. Everything seemed oddly silent, and he knew Vil and Rook were coordinating something, but he didn’t dare look back. 
Then he felt the hand wrap around the base of his tail.
And Idia screamed.
For a hybrid like him, his tail was his most sensitive appendage, especially the base. It could bring him ten times more pleasure than any stimulation to his cunt.
Instinctively he tried to move away from the sudden rush of overwhelming pleasure, but a quick bit of magic was more than enough to hold him in place. 
“Please, please—!” He cried, “I cant—! It’s too much! Let go!” 
But no such thing happened. 
Rook’s grip only tightened, quickly rubbing up and down the base of his bright blue tail. For only a few moments Idia could beg, and after that the only sounds he could make were incomprehensible babbling. 
Rook took great pride in the way he could make Idia scream, the way he could absolutely break him. He could read his emotions and body language so well he never had to worry about struggling to please him. 
Vil, on the other hand, felt just a twinge of guilt at Idia’s broken screams. He leaned over to Rook with a hint of worry on his face.
“Oh, Rook, don’t you think it’s just a bit mean?” She whispered, making sure Idia couldn’t hear. Although, she could practically be yelling and Idia still wouldn’t be able to hear it through the overstimulation.
“If he wants to stop, he’ll use the safe word,” Rook replied. “Besides, we’ve put him through more than this.” 
Rook rested his head on Vil’s shoulder, giving a feather light kiss to his neck. 
“Just enjoy our pliant little toy while we have a reason to punish him. I don’t want that sweet pussy ever forgetting this.”
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schoenheitslut · 3 years
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BABYSITTER
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note/s :: literally just porn without plot. I vastly underestimated how long this would be. It’s completely self indulgent and based on the babysitter au idea I had earlier. This is probably shit but honestly it was so fun to write now that I don’t feel embarrassed while writing smut.
desc :: mari is a babysitter for epel. after tucking epel in, she finds rook in the kitchen and offers to cook dinner for him. she realizes that her two attractive bosses feel the same way about her.
word count :: 2263
pairing :: beautywings | rookvil x mari
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Mari stretched her arms as she exited Epel’s room. It took a bit of time in order to get the rowdy child to bed but she managed to tire him out enough. It was kind of a shame that she didn’t get to tell him a bedtime story like usual but Vil is very strict about the exact time he needs to be asleep. Sometimes it was a little tiring to meet his standards but it was all worth it in the end. The family paid well and Epel was a sweet child.
Her eyes landed on the man sitting in the living room. A small smile graced her lips. “Ah, I see you’re back from work, Mr. Hunt. Have you eaten dinner?” She asked him.
He shook his head, mirroring her smile. He tipped his hat to her in greeting, gazing at her like he usually did. It looked as though he was a predator stalking his prey. But as a hunter, it was just his thing, she reasoned with herself internally. He’s never done anything to harm her. In fact, he was always so charming and sweet. Mr. Schoenheit was a lucky man to have him as a husband.
“Then let me make something for you.”
Mari made her way to the kitchen in order to cook something up for the two of them, as well as Mr. Schoenheit. Hopefully she can perfect her skill in making meals the way her two employers like it, knowing how high the actor’s standards were for everything. As she placed the ingredients onto the counter, she felt a warm breath on her neck, causing her to jolt and drop the ingredients on it. His arms wrapped around her.
“M-Mr. Hunt, what are you doing—”
She was interrupted by him. “Fufu, I’ve always dreamed of getting to know you carnally on this counter. The thought of having you for dinner tonight makes me feel so excited.” He couldn’t mask the giddiness in his voice. His hands roamed her body, groping at every curve.
“Mr. Hunt, you’re married— Ah!” She moaned at him slipping his fingers through her skirt and panties and inside her warmth, massaging her insides. She felt his tongue drag across her neck and collarbone. A heat spread throughout her body from her abdomen.
“Mm, yes. You’re so wet, mon petit lapin,” he cooed as he grinded his hips against hers, pressing his hardness to her ass.
She bit her lip, trying not to be too loud. But accidentally let another moan out when he inserted another finger into her depths. A knot formed in her loins, squeezing tightly and aching for release.
“Let me hear all your beautiful noises, mon chéri. Show me how much of a whore you are,” he whispered into her ear, tickling it lightly. It caused her to gasp. For some reason, she felt her pussy twitch at his words.
But then came the sound of heels clacking against the marble floor. Her heart stopped, recognising the sound and her head whipped up to see the glacial gaze of Mr. Schoenheit piercing through her soul.
She was so fucked.
“Mr. Schoenheit, I’m so sorry—”
Vil glared at his husband. “How dare you start without me, Rook? I should punish you for your impatience.” He walked over and pushed him off of the girl.
“Wha—”
She couldn’t even get a full word in before he pulled her towards him and picked her up, carrying her bridal style to their shared room. “Don’t be so surprised, darling. I hope you really didn’t think we didn’t notice how you look at the two of us with such longing eyes.”
Her cheeks heated up, unsure how to respond to all this but she couldn’t bring herself to protest. He was right. But god, it felt embarrassing to know that they were aware of how she saw them this whole time.
The model laid her on the bed, the silk sheets were more inviting and twice as sensual on her skin. A click sounded from behind them, indicating that the door had been locked.
“Sit down.” His voice was commanding, so much so that his husband immediately sat down on the chair. He pulled his drawer and took out some brilliant red rope before expertly tying his husband in a manner that reminded the girl of shibari, such intricate and detailed patterns were so elegant that she felt unworthy of seeing Rook in such an erotic state. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to calm the rising heat between them.
He tied a blindfold over his eyes, concealing them. Then, Vil turned to her, causing her to tense up. Her breath hitched. “Strip for me. Slowly.”
Mari gulped and nodded, unbuttoning her cardigan one at a time. She took it off, revealing her bare shoulders and started to strip off her dress which left her in her underwear.
He tutted. “They’re decent, but you could do better, my dear.” He eyed her underwear, judging the way the fabric hugged her body, how the color looked against her skin tone, and other things.
“I didn’t exactly expect this to happen, sir,” she spoke, finally able to actually get a whole sentence out.
A frown pulled at his lips. His expression was one of exasperation. “We were meant to wait until I deemed you ready but Rook had gotten too excited, so now I have to punish him for that.”
Vil crossed his arms. “But before we proceed any further, I must ask if you are truly alright with this. You’re allowed to say no if you do not feel comfortable with this. Do not feel pressured by our status as your employers.” He seemed so genuine with his words, like he truly cared about how she felt. “You may go home and forget this ever happened and I can assure you that it won’t affect your job.”
She bit her lip, nodding meekly. “Yeah, I was just shocked that you guys would actually… want this. I’m still having trouble believing this is actually happening.” This felt too good to be true. The two men that she pined for had just suddenly shown that they were interested in her. She wondered if this was just a really spicy dream she was having after being sexually repressed for years. But it was really nice that Vil cared enough for her consent first.
He smirked, leaning closer. His finger hooked underher chin to make her look directly at his lilac eyes that held such lust for her.
“Then we’ll have the whole night to convince you that this is very real.”
His other hand went behind her and unhooked her bra with ease. It fell to the ground with a near silent thud. She shivered, feeling a cool breeze nip at her flesh. He took off her panties as well, dropping them so that she was completely naked.
Vil led her to where Rook was and instructed her to get on her knees in front of him. The girl unzipped his pants and was startled by his thick length springing up, leaking precum. “Place it in between your breasts,” the taller male ordered her. She obliged, leaning closer to get him between her soft mounds. Rook shivered at the contact, his cock twitched lightly.
“Now, lick the tip.”
Mari opened her mouth and circled her tongue over the head, causing the hunter to moan lightly. She then felt a pair of hands snaking down to her nether regions, rubbing circles on her clit. This caused her breath to hitch.
“Take it in your mouth and massage him,” Vil commanded her as he moved closer to her, their bodies had gotten so close that she felt his hardness against her.
She followed his orders. Rook groaned at her actions, wishing that he could see her but the blindfold prevented him from doing that. “Mon ange, please—”
The actor noticed and a mirthful smirk pulled at his glossy lips, enhancing his gorgeous features. “Begging already, are we?” He asked. “How pitiful. Usually you can last hours before you’re even pleading for release.”
“But I suppose it can’t be helped,” he continued on, “You couldn’t even wait until she was ready, and now I have to punish your impatience.”
“You’re not allowed to cum until I say so, got it?” His voice was commanding, so much so that Rook had nodded immediately.
“Keep going,” Vil whispered into the girl’s ear before he looked down at her sopping wet cunt. His fingers entered her, making her gasp around his husband’s cock. “Hm, I see Rook did one thing right. You should be wet enough.”
His hard length pressed against her ass when she continued to tease Rook, who was doing well when it came to holding back. She swirled her tongue around his tip. Looking up at him like this was a glorious sight to behold. His skin shone with sweat and his body was completely ripped. His chest heaved as he breathed. A nice red blush dusted his pale cheeks.
Mari cried out when she felt Vil’s cock enter her. The more intense vibrations around his manhood caused Rook to jolt in pain and pleasure.
Vil waited for her to adjust for a moment before moving his hips to grind against hers. The heat between her legs intensified, raging like a fire. She moaned at the sensation, feeling him hit all the right places.
The hunter wished for nothing more than to be able to see during that moment. It must’ve been quite a sight to see his cock between her soft tits while she sucked the tip as Vil pounded into her from behind. He groaned. “Roi du Poison, please… forgive me.”
Vil hummed before looking down at Mari. “What do you think, dear? Should I?” He asked her before angling his hips upward to hit her g spot.
“I think he learned his les-SON!” Mari felt herself go cross-eyed when he hit that spot within her. The knot tightening in her loins.
“Hmph, you’re certainly forgiving. But fine. As it is your first night with us, you’ll have your way,” he said. He turned to his husband. “You have our permission.”
Upon hearing those words, Rook immediately spilled his seed into her mouth, filling it with his creamy essence.
“Don’t swallow just yet. Take off his blind fold.”
Mari pulled away, tasting the thick saltiness of his cum. She leaned up to remove the blindfold from his eyes. Hunter green irises locked with milk chocolate-hued ones.
“Make him taste himself,” Vil commanded as he leaned down on her shoulder to leave a trail of kisses.
Rook’s eyes darkened with lust and hunger when she closed in on his lips. It was obvious just how eager he was when his tongue entered her wet cavern. He moaned, finding bliss in such an intimate act shared between him and the girl.
“Mon ange, my cum tastes divine on you.”
As they did this, Vil quickened his thrusts, hitting every sweet spot in the process and making her cry out. Her body felt as though it was on fire with every thrust. Her walls hugged his thick cock, tightening around it.
“Mr. Schoenheit… Mr. Hunt…” Mari gasped, breathing heavily as she pulled away from the hunter, his seed dripped onto her breasts. “It feels so good…”
Rook leaned down to lick her bud, nibbling on it lightly. “Oh, my dear slut, you’re doing so well. But please, call us by our first names.” he praised her. She bit her lip.
“Ara? You’ve tightened around me when you were called a slut.” Vil smirked. “Does that mean you want to be treated like one?”
Mari couldn’t answer as the knot tightened more and more, needing release soon.
Smack!
“Ah!”
He gave her an icy glare, slowing his thrusts to a torturous pace. “I asked you a question, whore. I expect you to answer.”
She nodded frantically, desperate for relief. “Yes! Please treat me like your cumslut. I am nothing more than a toy for your pleasure.”
He hummed, smirking. “That wasn’t so hard now, wasn’t it? And for that, you’re allowed to cum now. Remember to thank me for filling you with my seed.”
Vil started going at a brutal pace. Fast squelching noises could be heard. The room was permeated with the scent of sex.
“Ah! Yes, thank you, Vil! Thank you!” Mari cried out repeatedly as she started going cross-eyed with pleasure.
And with one final thrust to her g spot, she squealed. She saw stars in her vision as euphoric bliss engulfed her senses. The knot in her loins snapped. She felt his seed flood her cunt before he slowly pulled out, some cum dripped onto the floor.
Mari panted heavily before collapsing, then was caught by Vil. He brought her over to the bed, laying her on it. Then, he pressed a chaste kiss to her lips.
“You did well, my dear,” he praised her.
He turned around and started untying his husband’s constraints. The rope dropped to the floor.
Rook got up from the chair and approached her with a smirk. She looked up, a bit confused.
Vil turned to her. “I did say that we had the whole night to convince you after all. Don’t be so surprised.” He sat down, observing them with his lilac eyes.
“Ah, mon petit lapin, how I’ve waited to ravish you for so long.” Rook licked his lips as he neared her. “Now I can do it all night long.”
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sugoscurry · 3 years
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LAST DAY AT WORK!! Yknow what that means more time to add onto that rookvil/mc smut fic
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megan-is-mia · 3 years
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Out of Context Smut Snippet: Vampire RookVil
(since im almost done with my current work load i will share with you this preview of one of the request fills i’ve completed) She had to admit there were some perks to being the blood bag of Vil and Rook. One of those perks being permission to eat when she wanted, and to sleep as much as she wanted to make sure her blood was as healthy as possible for the vampires to consume. (Y/N) let her eyes shut as her head lolled back enjoying the heat of the water on her skin. All the while being in too much bliss to realize that the bathroom door had opened and two figures had slipped silently into the room with her before locking the door with supernatural power behind them as they stripped down to nothing.  The young woman stretched her arms up and behind her trying to relax the muscles only for her hands to press against something smooth and cool to the touch. (Y/n)’s eyes flew open and locked with one of the vampires she’d been hoping she wouldn't see tonight: Rook. The green-eyed male grinned down at her, enjoying how her body had gone stiff in surprise and her hands remained planted against his chest. “My how bold of you Dame d’Aeon, i wouldn't have expected a gesture so forward of you so soon” Rook said reaching up to grab the girl’s wrists and rearrange their position to his liking.  (END OF PREVIEW)
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sister-lucifer · 1 year
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So, it seems that Catboy Idia will forever have residence in my brain. 
featuring: trans idia, afab he/she vil, Rook being a pervert
Imagine, if you will:
Catboy Idia as Vil and Rook’s new pet. He’s very shy, of course, always hiding in his baggy sweaters and wrapping his fiery blue tail around himself. He would warm up eventually, but that sheepish nature would never completely go away.
That’s what makes him so fun to tease. 
Rook is most definitely the worst offender. Always tugging on his sensitive little tail, making him mewl and whine, tugging up his shirt to expose his tummy, always toying with the fabric of his shorts. 
But i’d imagine Vil would want in on it too. He’d be more subtle with it, though. Planting himself on Idia’s lap even when there’s plenty of room on the couch, mindlessly messing with his hair, brushing up against him and letting her warm breath fan over his neck. 
Although, Rook would be the one to up the ante the first time Idia went into heat. 
It would be a full week of nothing but a red faced Idia, the house(re:mansion) almost constantly ringing with his desperate moans. 
Rook insists that he should wear as little as possible; it’s more comfortable that way, but really he just enjoys having access to his cunt whenever he likes. Idia can’t stand still for two seconds without Rook lifting his oversized sweater, making him cover his face in embarrassment. It’s true that this made things easier, and that Idia’s heat was making him desperately horny, but so many of these “precautions” Rook insisted on were just so embarrassing, like how he insists that Idia keep a toy stuffed deep in his cunt whenever he’s home alone with no one to take care of him. And, if Rook comes home to find Idia’s removed it OR tried to make himself cum without permission, a punishment will certainly be in order.
It’d be even worse once Vil got in on it. For one week every month, her strap on sees more work than you could even imagine. He’d sit on the couch with it on, commanding Idia to come sit down on his lap, merely chuckling at his embarrassment as he hides in her neck when Rook walks in. He simply sits next to Vil as if nothing is wrong, giving her a quick kiss and carrying on with a casual conversation. What’s not so casual, though, is the way his hand slides up Idia’s back, eventually finding his tail; a perfect little toy to tug on.
Rook demands that Idia always has his cunt ready for them, that he never ever tries to hide from them. Idia obeys, even if he goes red hot when Rook stares at his bare pussy, going on and on about how beautiful it is, how wet it is for him. 
I think Idia would be the kind of pet you’d want a collar for. That way Vil can control him, control his pleasure, even though he rarely ever has to when he’s so well behaved. It’s merely for her own entertainment, to watch him whimper as she pulls him closer. 
For one week a month, Idia turns into the perfect, pliant little toy. For one week a month, no matter how humiliating a task, Idia will do it. For one week a month Idia gladly presents his cunt to Vil and Rook, showing off the way it drips and soaks his thighs.
For one week a month, they have a personal catboy to use however they see fit. 
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