Judar Scenarios and One Shots

Seduce

Summary:

anonymous asked:

Nsfw prompt "i want your tongue all over me" s/o has a reaaally low alcohol tolerance and comes home drunk from drinking with friends and starts trying to seduce Judar.

Rating - Explicit, Cursing, detailed foreplay and masturbation

Judar was jerked from sleep by the loud sound of his bedroom door snapping open. Having been hanging off the edge of the mattress, he nearly fell, his stomach lurching as she scrambled to grip onto the sheets to keep him anchored in place. Anger pushing through the drowsy haze, he prepared himself to yell out at whoever it was that had awoken him, but he found he didn't have to. The quiet snickering from the door told him exactly who it was, and he sighed in frustration, shoving his head back into his pillow. "What the fuck, did you have to open the door that loud?"

"Yes!" The door slid back shut just as loudly, and Judar watched from behind his bangs as the stumbling form of his lover approached the bed. They reeked of alcohol, and it was so strong it nearly made Judar want to cover his nose. "Damn, how much did you drink?" He shifted away from them as they flopped to lay on the bed beside him, still snickering softly. "I only had a teensy bit. A teeny tiny bit." With a roll of his eyes, Judar turned his back to them. "Whatever, I'm going back to- Hey!"

He was interrupted as his lover came up behind him, cuddling their body close to his and wrapping their arms around him. "Mmm, no- no sleeping. Only pants tonight, huh?" They wrapped their legs around his, effectively trapping him. Judar grumbled in irritation, though he felt his face flush. "Uh, I always wear just pants? What are you even talking about?" Though he couldn't see them, he could tell they had a stupid smirk on their face, as it was clear in their voice.

"Good," they spoke with their lips at his ear, making Judar's body flush with heat. "Easy access." Their hand began to trail down his torso, fingers lightly tracing the form of his stomach. Though Judar couldn't deny that he loved their touch, the feeling of being held down or dominated over frustrated him, and he wiggled to escape. "Let me go, you drunk moron! Hey!" A bolt of pleasure shot through his body as their hand teased his member on the outside of his pants, having not noticed that he was becoming hard behind his frustration. They nibbled at his ear, pressing their body tighter against his as they continued to stroke him.

Judar's mind grew fuzzy with mixed feelings, wanting them to continue while also not wanting to allow them control. As he tried to make another escape, he was almost successful, but his lover seemed to have new found strength in their drunken state. They pulled him onto his back and moved to straddle him before he could get up, their weight on his stomach. Judar glared up at him, refusing to touch them in defiance. "You're not going to get anything if you keep this shit up!" Ignoring his threat, his lover reached behind them and began to stroke him again, using their free hand to displace their own robes.

"What, you don't like me being in control? Fine." They removed their hand from him, instead using it to pleasure themselves, using both hands to focus on their chest and their sex. They kept themselves over him, moaning and gasping softly at their own teasing. "Would you rather watch me? That's fine, I can use my imagination." They leaned their head back a bit with their eyes closed. "Though, I'd rather not. God-" A moan interrupted them, increasing the pleasure they were giving themself. "I want your tongue all over me! Please, please give it to me!"

Unable to stand it any longer, Judar grabbed onto them and forced them down onto their back. Their hands pulled away from their body by the movement, Judar took over, working his free hand to get the rest of their robes away from their body as he pleasured them.

"Fine, then you'll get it. We'll see how much you enjoyed it when you're sore and hungover in the morning."