_-*Various Oneshots*-_

🍋Idia Shroud🍋

     It was odd enough that Ignihyde's reclusive housewarden showed up to class in person for once, but what really stirred up gossip was the suspicious behavior surrounding his reasoning. Besides mumbling some half baked excuse about a website outage to anyone who bothered to question, Idia payed no attention to almost anyone in his vicinity.

     His gaze was locked onto you from across the room, watching you fidget nervously in your seat. Although his face remained still and focused, his heart pounded against his ribs like thunder. He rested his head in one hand, while the other held a small remote beneath the table. It had simple controls; a single slider with 4 levels, and could easily be adjusted without looking. All the better to keep his focus on you, he thought. His thumb danced around the remote; analyzing your behavior to determine the best opportunity to strike. He shifted the slider up to the first notch, confirmed by the near-silent hitching of your breath.

Level 1

    You crossed your legs as the vibrator silently came to life. The first level was mild, gently buzzing against your insides just enough to keep you from falling asleep in class. You swallowed the lump in your throat and glanced back at Idia, who stared you down like prey with his cold amber eyes. You could only pray that this would be the extent of it for the time being, saving you the risk of embarrassment gained from being caught. Alas, the gods would grant you no mercy.

Level 2

     The vibrations became more vigorous, and you glared at your boyfriend through teary eyes.  A smirk tugged at his lips, and his jeans grew stifling at the sight of your pitiful expression. You turned your attention back to the board, trying to understand what was written whilst contemplating why you ever agreed to this in the first place. Legs still crossed, you unconsciously shifted in your seat, essentially humping your own thigh. This was getting far more difficult than you ever imagined it would.

Level 3

     If he had it his way, Idia would've bent you over that desk and fucked you silly by now, but unfortunately, your classmates were present, so the best he could do was torture you from a distance. You audibly yelped when he turned it up again, attracting the attention and concerned whispers of your fellow students. Flushing red with embarrassment, you opted to put your head down, burying your face in your arms to hide how your eyes were beginning to roll back. Surely this was the extent of it? Surely Idia wouldn't totally humiliate you in front of your entire history class?

Level 4

     This time you bit down on your hand to muffle your cries; your entire body shuddering as it was decimated by your orgasm. Idia, ever so sadistic, giggled under his breath, bringing his hand up to his mouth to hide his salacious grin. He knew exactly what was going on, of course, and that adorably pathetic look on your face was unbearably close to setting him off. After what seemed like ages, the bell rang, and you practically flew to Idia's side.

     Everyone else assumed you were sick, so nobody objected when your doting boyfriend curled his arm around you and whisked you away to his dorm. Keeping the wretched device active the whole way there, of course.

     Idia's bedroom door slammed shut as he pinned you against it, crouching down to your level just enough so that he could lift you back up to his. He guided your legs around his waist and slotted his lips against yours. Low moans rumbled in his chest as your hands eagerly brought him closer; one crushed between your bodies, the other on the back of his neck with his blue and pink blazing hair licking at it. Saliva dripped from where your lips connected and Idia pulled away, gazing at you through half lidded eyes for a beat before lifting you farther up his waist and latching onto your throat.