don't rescue me

outline » novelist | orpheus x reader

c/w: noncon/dubcon, somnophilia, porn without plot, body swap, body control, oral - male receiving, yandere themes, drugging, selfcest ?? lordt this is the filthiest i've written i think — you've been warned !!

body swap smut with the novelist's ability "outline". (i am down horrendous.) anyway,  storytelling clarifications, orphy is in ur body so i'm referring to him with "he/his/him" but when describing the body i used "you/yours" and such. hopefully it won't be confusing as such.

no gendered pronouns used to refer to reader, but their body descriptions are of a female's body parts, i'm sorry, i realized too late.

story writing is one of the novelist's strong suits. he has come up with lots; different subjects, themes and characters. made a lot of character study if needed be — but never was he so engrossed in one until you.

the paper would do no justice how much words overflowed from his mind, coming up from studying you up to the different scenarios he'd imagine you in. he had analyzed you for ages now; watching you from afar mingling with the other survivors, raking his eyes all over your figure, engraving everything in his head.

he could say he was confident that he knew you like the back of his hand — had he not been so deluded in his fantasies. fantasies he grew sick of now just imagining them. but there's no need for that now — now that he has you in the flesh.

peering his eyes open, he first noticed the luminous letters circling around him. he averted his focus and looked down his body, vision met with the view of your clothed chest, your arms whose smooth skin he so yearned to touch — he finally has it as his own! — and so he did.

he rubbed the soft palms up and down your arms. it was warm and soft, everything he had ever imagined and more. that roused more thoughts still — salacious thoughts he shamelessly came up with before of course. he could enact it all now.

moving forward, his eyes trailed at his slumbering body on the sofa of his room. his lips tugged to a smirk, reaching your hand over to caress his cheek. how must this feel like? he wonders. it's a shame, but at the same time he's proud of how effective the sleeping drug he consumed beforehand is.

it's a shame and unfair on your part for not going to be able to experience swapping consciousness with him, despite giving your whole trust to him and accepting his proposal to try his ability on you. ah, but this was just the beginning, after all. the novelist has a lot of things planned beforehand. on that note, orpheus— in your body— began with the act.

he trailed your fingers downward, to his chest, and finally to the belts of his pants. making haste, you undid them, pulling it down enough to reveal the slumbering body's hard-on. orpheus laughed in disbelief at his eagerness.

he took it and began to lick around the shaft and the tip lightly, wetting it up and rousing it to be able to properly take it in your mouth. when it was wet enough, he wrapped your hands around the base, twisting and starting to pump it while circling your tongue on the hard tip.

he's long fantasized about you doing this to him; you on your knees, down in front and middle of his spread legs, mouth worshiping him as you took his dick in it. he's imagined the warmth and tightness of your cavern, plush lips plumping up with every inch you took in your mouth.

he let go of his dick from your mouth with a pop!, trailing your fingers up to feel your wet lips that are beginning to feel tingly. not only that, but the tingly feeling was blossoming down your body's lower lips. goosebumps crawled up his back at the thought; and he went back to sucking to distract himself off of it.

ever so slightly, he felt the cockhead twitch in his mouth. startled, he peered his eyes up his sleeping form. his face was scrunching, evidently bothered by the assault of pleasure brought to you in his dozing form, and can do nothing about. the fervent rising of his body's chest felt like a distant sensation; often was he chasing for breath when he was stimulating himself to the thought of you. this might've been what he'd look like in your point of view. would you find it hot? the thought of your answer to that made butterflies swarm his stomach; the warmth from your nether grew impossibly hotter, the wetness no longer ignorable.

he could only imagine your face's lidded gaze and yearning eyes he was making to the thought of you in his body right now. he could have that view, he'll make sure of it. feeling giddy at that assurance, he finally slithered his hands down to caress his aching wetness—fuck you got so hot and wet.

he retracted his mouth from his dick, gripping it with his free hand while the other went to work on your clothed wetness. he rubbed harsh circles on your aching clit, as to soothe the pent up desire. the sensation was all new to him, knocking the air further out of him. this must be how pleasure feels for you. the aching feeling was addicting. he wanted nothing more but to make you and him share this feeling, right there, right now.

his knees felt like they were on fire, he almost toppled over. he returned ministrations on his sleeping form's dick, spurred by the tightening coil in his abdomen. he wanted this to be over soon— he wanted to cum.

moreover, he was starting to lose control over the mind-numbing pleasure. his ability might just end any moment; just as his climax was approaching. he kept up his sucking, while he now slid your panties to the side, to stroke your sensitive pearl directly.

his back arched, shivers crawled up his spine at the impending climax. his hands felt so tired from the frictions, he could only slump your head on his legs, beside his cock, to carry on stimulating your body's own sensitive core. he was so close—

with the shutting of his eyes, the next thing he opened his eyes to was the view of you down there, face splattered in his white hot cum which was continuously spurting still. he was further awoken from his stupor when the sensations of pleasure finally came crashing down on him. he scrunched his eye shut, gasping for air as though he'd ran a mile. the climax must've fucked up his head real good—and damn right, it felt fucking good.

"was that to your liking, orphy?" your soft voice startled him awake once again. he was still coming down from his high; and to see you licking off his essence off yourself was— yes, a fantasy he's had, but now, right in front of him, in the flesh—

he was stunned. his cheeks flared a warm red, having himself be subjected to your fucked-out gaze, plump lips stretched to a small cheeky grin. he was flabbergasted with it— with himself. right. he fucking did it. he's so fucking accomplished, he reached out to pull you up, smashing his lips to yours in a final heated kiss.

"it was perfect."