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heart-shaped-pebble · 26 days ago

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Future Days

notes: smallish Billy thing because I love outlaws bro genuinely one of the interest i have the most at heart so. tom blyth being billy the kid means everything to me actually. Also I am working on the last requests, but this materealized itself in my head and i had to get it out of my system;

other side note! the song Billy sings is Future Days by Pearl Jam, used in the The Last Of Us soundtrack. Obviously in that context it's platonic, but I just love that song so much I decided to use the first verse ♡

pairing: billy the kid x fem!reader

tags: angst- comfort - open ending [not exactly sad, but not happy either]- not proof read so forgive any typos!

summary: your sickness has confined you to spennd the last week in bed, too weak to move a muscle. Your boyfriend, Billy, plays the guitar for you to try and lighten your mood.

You were always on that bed. The covers on top of you, that were supposed to bring you warmth and some sort of heat, to shield you from the cold winter air outside, felt nothing but heavy. Like chains, keeping you tied against the mattress, forbidding you to ever stand up.

Your legs had grown too weak to walk, you barely had enough strength to drink water and eat the food Billy so kindly provided for you. But even then, he was the one to bring the spoon in your mouth, and the glass between your lips, making you feel worthless.

You hated it. Not only because after three weeks (the last one spent on that bed) your sickness not only wasn't getting better, but it only seemed to get worse, but because of how useless you were feeling at all times. You owned a saloon, you were used to move around and work hard all day, from sunrise to dawn. But now the best you could do was try to sit up, failing most of the times.

The only light of your dark days was Billy.

Ever since you began your relationship he had proven himself to be completely devoted to you, supportive of all of your decisions and ready to give you a hand if you needed help with the saloon. He was the one doing his best to handle it, now that you couldn't.

Whenever he could, he was always by your side. To talk, to assist you for anything you may need. But lately, that had started to bother you as well. Not for Billy, but because the moments he didn't spend taking care of the saloon were spent taking care of you. You were a burden, like a toddler he was forced to babysit and couldn't get rid of.

You had tried to mention more than once that he could leave whenever he wanted, but Billy had always refused to, kissing your forehead and promising not to ever leave your side.

"Hey sweetheart." Billy whispered, peaking in from the door on your room. "You awake?"

Of course you were. You always were. So incredibly exhausted all the time, yet in such costant pain any time you made an attempt at falling asleep you'd get woken up by a fit of coughing. "Hmm." You hummed, nodding yes and motioning for him to come in.

"Hey," he repeated, stepping in the room while holding his guitar, "how's it goin'?"

"Good." You mumbled, letting your eyelids close to rest your eyes.

"'m sure you are." You heard him say, joking sadly. You heard Billy moving one of the chairs to sat down next to you, and then taking your hand in his, gently stroking it.

"I'm so sorry you're confined here." He said. You slowly opened your eyes to look into his icy blue ones, offering a tired smile.

"Don't feel bad 'bout something you have no control on, Billy." You tried to reassure him, weakly squeezing his hand. He sniffed and nodded, looking down at your intertwined hands.

"I started working on a little something today," he said, leaving your hands to take his guitar and get ready to play it, "in between breaks. Only the first verse is ready, but I thought you might wanna hear that?"

As he spoke he lazily played a few notes, as if to test the instrument. The smile you offered him was more sincere now, nodding as another cough scratched your throat.

"Alright." Billy smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes, and cleared his throat before starting to sing.

"If I ever were to lose you, I'd surely lose myself. Everything I have found dear, I've not found by myself."

The moment Billy started singing you were immediately entranced by his voice. The music, played so softly, lulled you into a state of newly found peace, letting the physical pain disappear - if only for a few seconds - in the background.

"Try and sometimes you'll succeed, to make this man of me. All my stolen missing parts, I've no need for anymore." His voice got shaky, his eyes wet as he was fighting off the tears. But he kept playing nonetheless, his fingers stroking so gently on the guitar as if it was going to break under his touch.

Billy stopped playing, sounding like his voice had broken. He cleared his throat and wiped his eyes, taking a deep breath in before speaking again. "That's all I have so far."

You extended your hand for him to take it, which he immediately did. "It's beautiful, Billy. So, so beautiful." A fit of coughing hit you suddenly, making you turn to the other side. Billy immediately stood up to help you, holding you as you came down your cough.

"I'm okay, it's alright." You muttered, although you were immediately contradict by your raspy voice. You knew Billy didn't truly believed you, but he also knew better than to try and fight you about it- especially in that condition.

He helped you lay back down, retrieving his sit on the chair. With the guitar back on his lap he looked at you, fiddling with the guitar. "I wish I could kiss it away." Billy mumbled, and you softly chuckled.

"Me too."

Billy gave you a short smile and looked down, playing another few notes. The sound once again seemed to quiet down the raging storm that was pumping loud inside your head, leaving just you and Billy in the room, as if everything was truly fine.

"I also had an idea for the chorus." Billy added, eyes fixated on the guitar. "I believe, and I believe 'cause I can see, our bright days, days of you and me." He sang briefly, the hurt evident in his voice. You saw a few tears rolling down his cheeks, which he quickly wiped away.

You hummed and looked up, closing your eyes for a second before opening them again towards Billy, shaking your head. "Doesn't convince me."

Billy took his left fingers off the strings and couldn't help but let out a laugh. "No?"

"No." You repeated, lightly tapping your index against the bed. "How about: I can see, our future days, ahead of me."

Bily's eyes shed another tear before he nodded, smiling at you. "Future days. Uhm, let's see." He hummed and tried a few times before finally confidently singing both the verse and chorus again, with your change. He nodded satisfied when he was done, looking at you impressed.

"You're right. Sounds much more smooth. You might have a talent there, darlin'."

You let out a soft cough and once again took your hand in his, squeezing it.

"It's 'cause I see them too."

"What?"

"Our future days."

#billy the kid x reader #billy the kid series #billy the kid fanfiction #billy the kid fluff #billy the kid x you #tom blyth fanfiction #tom blyth

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heart-shaped-pebble · 26 days ago

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Omg no way had no clue sejanus was your favorite who could have foreseen that wowowowowowowow

feeling called out but you're not even wrong so

#pebble answers ♡

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heart-shaped-pebble · 27 days ago

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guess who can focus on Sejanus requests now

love writing for my man

i enjoy writing for all of them btw but sejanus's my fave ever <3

#pebble yaps

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heart-shaped-pebble · 27 days ago

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Hey:-)

Can I get a Bob x female!reader fic where they've been dating for quite a while and slowly they're becoming more and more domestic to the point where the group start to notice? Like they're relationship is the private but not secret type thing?

Thank you ♡

pairing: Bob x female!reader

notes: BOB. This was so cute thank you for requesting it !!! Hopefully this is what you wanted, I really liked writing it even if it's not very long <3

tags: the thunderbolts being themselves (i tried) - this is kinda too much fluff. like. teeth rotting. who cares - slight mention of reader knowing how to do spells!

You had never been a heavy sleeper, which is why a soft knock on your door was all it took for you to open your eyes, already predicting who was going to be on the other side of the door.

You yawned and lazily got up from bed, opening the door to welcome your guest in and immediately throw yourself back in bed. You shifted to the side and moved the covers aside, patting the spot next to you, too tired to even open your eyes. "What did you dream of this time?"

Ever since you had started dating Bob it had become an almost nightly occurrence for him to wake you in the middle of the night after a nightmare (most of them about the Void), and you'd happily invite him in your bed to cuddle together and help him rest.

But the voice that came from the room's entrance didn't belong to Bob.

"Uh, what?"

You immediately shot your eyes open and sat up in bed, suddenly wide awake. "John! Why are you here?"

"Were you expecting someone?" He asked, ignoring your question. The confusion was evident in his tone, he kept looking around the room as if he was going to find any clues in it.

You shook your head. "No, I just thought you were... Nevermind. Why are you here?" You repeated, snapping your fingers to bring his attention back to you.

Your relationship with Bob wasn't exacty a secret. But it wasn't public, either. Truth be told, the first time Bob had asked you out it took you ages - until the end of the date - for you to realize that it was, in fact, an actual date. The two of you had always been close, and frequently hung out on your own before.

So when you had officially started dating the shift in your relationship in public - which included around the group - had barely shifted. Especially given the fact that Bob was extremely shy about any type of public display of affection. He definitely compensated with it when it was just the two of you though.

You didn't exactly decided not to tell the others. You just hadn't decided to tell them, either. You sure weren't hiding it, and had agreed that if any of them was to found out it wouldn't have been the end of the world. But really, neither of you wanted to go through the relentless teasing you knew would be coming from Yelena and Ava. You doubted the group had noticed anything anyway.

"Yelena asked me to wake you up." Finally replied John. "Training."

"What? The sun isn't even up yet!"

"Precisely. C'mon, early training never killed anyone!" John tried to crack a joke, but you only groaned and fell back in bed.

"Fine. Five minutes and I'm ready. Maybe." John rolled his eyes and left you in the room to change.

Three hours later you were panting like you'd just run the marathon, sweating so much you were pretty sure there were no liquids left in your body. John set down next to you, nudging your shoulder and pointing at the window. "See? Sunrise! And you were complaining about the sun not being out yet." You glared at John and stood up, leaving him to clean up the gym with Alexei while you directed yourself to the kitchen.

Yelena and Ava were already there, eating their breakfast. Ava was munching on a plate of scrambled eggs while Yelena was lazily eating a sandwich and holding a glass of orange juice. You looked around, "Where's Bucky? Haven't seen him during training."

Bob suddenly appeared in the room, a tired smile on his lips upon hearing your voice. "He went out last night to talk to Sam, he's not back yet." He explained, grabbing a plate from the counter and brining it over to you. "I made you breakfast. Scrambled eggs with bacon and one singular triangular slice of bread." Bob attempted a wider smile and offered you the place, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks." You mumbled, already stuffing your mouth with the food Bob had cooked for you. The second the eggs hit your tastebuds you groaned in pleasure, earning an amused head tilt from Ava. "This is so good Bob, I love it. And you. Mostly you." You told him, taking his hand in your and leaving him a bunch of kisses against his knuckles. Bob blushed and waved it off, mumbled a soft I love you too before moving to the sink to clean the pans he had used.

You saw Ava and Yelena exchange a confused look. Yelena nodded towards Ava and then you, as if to encourage her to do something. Ava shook her head but finally let out a sigh and squeezed her eyes closed, before turning to face you fully. "So... how much did you pay Bob to make you breakfast?"

You heard Bob suddenly drop one of the utensils he was cleaning in the sink, immediately picking it back up as if nothing happened. You frowned. "I don't know. How much did you pay him?" You asked jokingly, pointing at her own eggs.

But Ava flicked her tongue and looked down. "I made these."

"Oh?"

"Yes," Yelena chimed in, "we all made our own breakfast, but when we got here Bob was already preparing yours."

Your frown deepened, now truly confused about what they were hinting. You parted your lips to give them a response, but in the same moment Alexei entered the room with John following behind.

"Good morning!" He greeted them all loudly, and you silently chuckled at Yelena's annoyed expression.

"We woke up hours ago." John pointed out, walking over to the island where you were sitting. He took the chairs next to yours out, but before he could sit Bob stopped him.

"I was sitting there actually." Bob said, offering John half a smile. John furrowed his eyebrows but still moved away, standing his hands up in surrender. As Bob sat down you didn't miss the looks Ava and Yelena once again shared, more amused than confused now.

"We woke up, but the sun only came up minutes ago. So, good morning!" Alexei explained, sitting down next to Yelena. John rolled his eyes and his gaze fell on Yelena and Ava, who were giving you and Bob odd looks. He frowned, tilting his head.

"Did we interrupt something?" John asked.

You shook your head and continued eating your eggs. Bob moved your hair out of your eyes, you smiled at him thankful and he smiled back, though you noticed it didn't quite reach his eyes.

Yelena tutted. "Actually-"

"Bob, is something wrong?" You interrupted her before she could finish her sentence, worried about Bob. He shook his head.

"Not more than usual. Why?"

"I don't know, you just seem... sad?"

Bob frowned for a second but quickly shook his head, taking your hand in his and squeezing it lightly. "Oh, no. I'm just tired, that's all. Had a, uhm, nightmare." He admitted, looking down. "I didn't want to wake you so I just stayed in bed."

You squeezed his hand back and smiled at him trying to comfort him, "Bob, you know you can always come to me. You don't bother, ever." You assured him, leaning in to kiss his nose. Bob blushed and nodded.

"I know. But I'm fine, I promise." You nodded but didn't let go of his hand, getting lost into his eyes.

It was only Ava clearing her throat that got you both back to reality, remembering you weren't alone in the room. "Sorry we co-exist with you guys." She muttered, finishing the food on her plate. Yelena looked down but you could see she was fighting a grin, and Alexei was simply smiling shockingly at the two of you.

John, on the other hand, looked like he had just cracked the code on how to enter the Pentagon. "Bob!" He exclaimed, drawing everyone's eyes on him. John stood and pointed his index at you, "it's Bob you were waiting for last night!"

Alexei gasped dramatically, while Ava and Yelena stared at you with curious interest. "Is that so?"

"Not like that." You were quick to specify, sensing the teasing comments they two of them were about to come up with. "Bob has nightmares sometimes, so when he does he spends the night in my bed, cuddling."

Bob attempted a smile and nodded, fiddling with his fingers. Everyone in the kitchen was quiet. Alexei was staring at the two of you with squinted eyes, Yelena sipping on her juice as Ava hummed, seemingly impressed. John frowned confused. "Wait- why would you go at her specifically? You usually ask Yelena for help with that stuff." He asked Bob.

You snorted and looked down, trying to hide your laugh. You could see Ava trying to do the same, but Yelena surprisingly humoured John. "He hasn't in almost a month, actually. What do we think is happening here, Detective Walker?"

Even Bob had joined in hiding his laugh now, but John, seemingly clueless of the situation, rolled his eyes. "Don't appreciate the nickname, but either you," he said, pointing at you, "have found out how to cast a spell that frees him of nightmares, or..." John looked down, lost in thought, trying to come up with an answer.

"They're dating, dipshit!" Yelena finally yelled out, her tone filled with exasperation, as if John's unawareness was physically bringing her pain.

John's lips fell into the shape of an 'O', his cheeks growing red out of embarrassment. Alexei was the first to react, standing up and immediately rushing to bring the two of you into a tight hug, nearly cutting the breath out of you.

"That's amazing! Congratulations!" Bob let out a cough and an embarrassed grin, tapping Alexei shoulder signaling him to drop you down.

"Thanks Alexei." You coughed.

"Let them breath, it's not like they're engaged." Ava jokingly scowleded him. "Right?"

You immediately shook your head. "No, of course not. We just... We weren't sure about your reactions if we were to tell you we're together. That's why we kept it low."

"Didn't manage to hide it for long, uh?" Yelena grinned, leaning her head on her hands.

Bob nodded, chuckling embarrassed and taking your hand. "Does this mean you guys are okay with it?" Alexei immediately nodded, followed by an amused Yelena.

"Of course we are."

John furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head in disbelief. "I mean, it still feels weird but... Whatever makes you happy. I think."

Ava cleared her throat. "I'm cool with it. Just, wait for us to be out if you feel like sharing the bed - without nightmares involved. I don't wanna hear that."

You couldn't help but laugh as you nodded yes, while Yelena on the side faked a disgusted gag under the eyes of poor embarrassed Bob.

#bob reynolds x reader #bob reynolds x you #bob reynolds #bob reynolds fanfiction #bob x reader #bob thunderbolts #bob x you #bob reynolds fluff #bob reynolds fanfic

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heart-shaped-pebble · 1 month ago

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hello world !! checking in to say I am writing, the last three requests will hopefully be posted all by the end of next week! They're all fluff which i write much faster than smut (lol)

love y'all <33

#pebble yaps

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heart-shaped-pebble · 1 month ago

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serious question which one would you guys wanna read more? (I'm currently writing both but depending on which one you'd like more I can focus on one)

IMPORTANT long one shots means over 10k words! And by enemies I mean Gelphie dynamics at Schizz basically

#if you could vote it'd really help thanks!#sejanus x coriolanus #snowjanus #sejanus plinth #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x sejanus

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heart-shaped-pebble · 1 month ago

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not only did I post the request, but I'm posting an edit on tiktok too?? On the same day???

Am I back in my prime

#pebble yaps

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heart-shaped-pebble · 1 month ago

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One of your girls

notes: funfact this is my first time writing full coryo smut. Loved doing it. This is an anon request I received but accidentally deleted! My bad :,) Also happy Tom Blyth narrating on Quinn day if you celebrate

tags: vaginal sex - fingering - false history technically cause no way coriolanus snow is this good nor tender at sex but oh well fiction will be fiction - unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)(do people still say this)

words count: 2.5k

summary: hooking up with Coryo at a party [modern au]

Coriolanus Snow was a calculated man. Everything he did had a purpose, he left nothing to the case.

Ever since he had enrolled in University, he had made it clear he was not looking for a relationship of any kind. You didn't really understand why. He was incredibly handsome, and smart enough he could allow himself to date someone and still get the highest grades. And yet, you had never seen him not on his books, nor at a party. Until that night.

It was a party organized by Festus, the invite extended to all of the faculty's students- as usual. The lack of Coriolanus's presence wouldn't have been a surprise to anyone, which was probably the reason for the shock on all the guests' faces - yours included - when he made his entrance in the mansion.

"Woah man, you actually showed up this time! Guess I own Hilarius then." Festus immediately went to greet him. Coriolanus did nothing more than roll his eyes and shrug as a response, looking around probably already planning a quick escape.

He hung out for most of the night near the snacks table, sipping on his cup, observing everyone around him. Studying them, maybe? You couldn't really blame him, you were technically doing the same thing with him.

You licked your lips. It'd be a lie if you said Coriolanus hadn't been the... object of your desires, if one could call it that, for a while now. You two shared more than one class, and it had become an habit of yours to pay more attention to his hair than the professor. Not that you actually wanted to be in a relationship with him - he seemed to be way too stuck up to enjoy dating him - but his looks had sneaked their ways into your fantasies when you'd touch yourself, more than once.

Why not try and flirt with him, now that you had the chance outside of University? Worst case scenario he turned you down.

You took a swing of your drink to build up some confidence and then walked up to him, his eyes moving around the room before stopping on you, furrowing his eyebrows when he noticed you were approaching him.

"Coriolanus Snow at a party. Now, that's something you don't see everyday."

Coriolanus scoffed and took a sip of his drink. "Festus heavily insisted I'd come to at least one. I figured if I did, at least he'd get off my back."

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. "Who knows, maybe you'll have fun enough to come back."

"I highly doubt that."

"Oh? You mean to tell me you're not having fun here?" You asked rhetorically, gesturing to the people around you. Half of them were dancing drunk, and the other half making out- also drunk. The music was pumping so loud you had to yell to hear each other, and the purple lights Festus had chosen to decorate the ambience were so bright you might as well have used a pair of sunglasses inside. But Festus always had the best alcohol.

"The most fun."

You nodded, swirling your glass and watched as the liquid in it followed the movement. You could feel Coriolanus's eyes on you, staring with such intensity you thought he was trying to read your mind.

"Let me offer some relief from the crowd then," you proposed, doing a small theatrical bow and offering him your hand, "may I?"

Coriolanus squinted his eyes as if pondering the question. You saw him fight a grin as he finally nodded and took your hand, following you out of the room.

You could feel your heart in your throat from how loud and fast it was beating, and you could only hope you could keep your nerves at bay enough not to make your hands sweat. But Coriolanus seemed to be perfectly fine, the cold rings on his hand in contrast on your warm fingers, sending shivers down your spine.

You guided him through the halls under Coriolanus's amused look. "You sure seem to know your way around here." His comment made you blush in embarrassment, refusing to look at him to avoid him noticing your reaction.

"Not my first time-"

"-dragging a guy to Festus's bedroom?" Coriolanus finished the sentence for you. You slowed down your walk at that, turning around with a smirk on your lips.

"Never said I was. Yet you're following me as if I am."

Coriolanus clearly didn't know how to respond to that because he simply furrowed his eyebrows in interest and nodded at you, as if to encourage you to keep going. You turned around again and walked straight towards the bedroom, Coriolanus locking it behind the two of you as you both got in.

He hummed, looking around the room. "Well I'll give you that, at least it's quiet in here."

You nodded, sitting on the bed. "I can think of a couple of ways to make your night even better."

Coriolanus sighed and closed his eyes. It looked like he was trying to resist you, in some way, like a sailor hearing a siren's voice. You had to fight yourself not to laugh, finding his reaction slightly dramatic. But you had to admit it fed your pride, to know you were the one sending him into this sort of crisis he was having.

"I don't do this stuff. Like, casually hooking up."

You shrugged and grinned. "Better for me, I'll make sure your first time is unforgettable."

"I didn't say I'm a virgin." He specified, the grimace on his face revealing the implication had somehow hurt his ego.

"Again, better for me. C'mon, you came here so willingly."

"I know. Still-"

"Coriolanus, I'm not asking for your hand in marriage. Do you wanna have sex or not?" You asked, starting to get tired of his reluctant behaviour.

“I do. God, I do, with you. I-” He gulped down, as if his throat had gone dry at the thought.

You bit your lip suppressing the growing smirk on your lips. “You’ve thought about this then? Before?” Coriolanus said nothing, but the faint blush on his cheeks and the way he avoided your eyes were enough of a response for you. You dramatically gasped and brought your hand against your chest, “Oh my Coriolanus Snow, you’ve touched yourself to the thought of me? I’m honoured.”

Coriolanus shook his head, trying to deny it, but the growing tent in his pants was clearly saying different. “Would it help to know I’ve done the same while thinking of you?” You said, looking down with fake innocence in your voice.

Coriolanus’s eyes shot up to look at you. He took another deep breath in before muttering, “fuck it”, and then basically launching himself at you. He wasted no time in crashing his lips against yours in a messy kiss, begging for entrance with his tongue, which you gladly granted.

He gently pushed you down so you were laying against the bed, immediately making quick work of unbuttoning your pants. You chuckled at his action, leaning away from him and smirking in pride, noticing the way he chased your lips. “Feel free to do anything you’ve already pictured doing to me.” You said, as if he needed any more encouraging, already feeling breathless.

He only grunted and went back to kissing you, pushing you further up the bed so he could shift into a more comfortable position for himself. You groaned against his mouth as he bit down your lip, his hand moving under your shirt and groping your boob through your bra. The gesture made you moan, breaking the kiss. You thought he was going to start it again, instead he laced his lips to your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses on it.

“Off.” He mumbled, tugging your shirt up with his free hand. The other one was too busy undoing your bra, so quickly it made you wonder if he hadn’t rehearsed for this. Coriolanus leaned away only for a second to allow you to undress yourself before going back to give attention to your neck with his lips, and your - now free - nipples, lightly pinching them and earning in low soft moans coming out of your lips before you could even rationalize any thought.

“You’re softer than I thought.” Coriolanus whispered against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. He squeezed your left boob at that, as if to emphasize his point. You moaned and your hand immediately went to his hair, pulling on it.

You could feel yourself growing wetter by the second, and then finally Coriolanus’s hand moved down your body, going lower and finally reaching your pants. He sneaked the hand inside, teasing you with his fingers through your panties. He groaned and leaned his head in the crook of your neck, “you’re so wet. How are you so wet already?” You were pretty sure it was a rhetorical question, especially as he wasted no time in pulling your pants and panties down to your ankles, teasing your entrance only for a second before pushing his index in with little to no difficulties.

You whined and arched your back at the feeling, pushing your hips up against his hand. Coriolanus immediately smirked, pushing the finger in more deep, clearly reeling in the way you parted your lips and squeezed your eyes closed as he pulled his finger out and then pushed it back inside of you. You could feel the rings on the hand that was holding your hips down, leaving cold marks on your skin. You weren’t going to voice the thought out loud, but you were secretly hoping they’d leave a visible mark, too.

“M-more.” You murmured, unsure if he had even heard you. “Add another one.” You said with a louder tone of voice. It was hard to form a coherent thought with Coriolanus’s hand moving inside of you, let alone a sentence, but he seemed to pick up what you were trying to say as he immediately added another finger, quickening his pace.

You kept frantically trying to move your hips up, to match Coriolanus’s hand movements, to get in a position that would get his fingers to go deeper. “Can you, please, oh!” You didn’t have time to finish your sentence when his fingers finally hit the spot where you craved him the most, the groan that escaped your lips so loud you were sure they would have heard you in the living room had it not been for the music.

The moment he saw your reaction Coriolanus immediately added another finger and moved them in and out of you to hit the same spot, bringing his mouth back against your neck, kissing and biting down behind your back. You were physically unable to do anything but moan as Coriolanus marked you, speeding up his hand as you approached your climax.

“I’m close…” You mumbled, throwing your head back against the pillow as his kisses suddenly turned tender. He kissed your ear and bit down your lobe before moving his lips against your jaw and finally back on your lips, his fingers still moving inside of you as you finally came with a loud moan.

“Can’t wait to know how you feel.” Coriolanus murmured against your lips. He brought his hand away and, under your very much wide eyes, licked his fingers clean of your juices. He rolled his eyes in pleasure and moaned, kissing you again and capturing your whines as you felt yourself on his tongue. “Taste so good.” You bit back another moan, refusing to let yourself react like that to his deep voice, though you were pretty sure it was useless to hold back at that point.

Without giving you time to come off your high, he immediately undressed until he had gotten rid of all his clothes, positioning himself between your legs. You couldn’t help but think how handsome he looked in that position, bare chest and messy hair, ready to take your second orgasm of the night. He looked almost ethereal, with the moonlight coming in from the window shining on his blonde curls. Too entranced in your own pleasure and in the state of rapture Coriolanus’s touch had made you fall in, you had barely even noticed how hard he was. But now that he was standing over you your eyes didn’t fail to fall on his cock. You bit your lip at the sight, right before Coriolanus held your chin to make you look up to him.

“May I?” He asked you, and you didn’t miss the light mocking tone he used. You barely had the time to nod as answer that he was kissing you again, right as he pushed himself inside of you. He swallowed your moans as he did, his thrusts slow and sensual, letting the both of you enjoy the moment as long as you could.

But to your surprise, it didn’t last long. All it took was for you to automatically tighten your walls after a particular deep thrust for Coriolanus to lose it, his hips moving erratic, quickening his pace. The only sounds in the room soon became the ones of skin hitting on skin and the breathy moans from the both of you, leaving you unable to speak nor kiss. You pushed your hips up to meet his thrust, and almost simultaneously Coriolanus leaned his forehead against yours. He mumbled something along the lines of, close, and you knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Neither were you, for the matter.

You came together, you with a loud moan and Coriolanus with a deep groan he tried to suppress by biting down your collarbone, which only made your noises grow louder. Coriolanus made sure to give a few final, slow, thrusts before completely pulling out, panting but giving no intention of moving away from you. He only did when you patted his back, having lay down next to you.

Even with the window open the room still seemed to smell of sex and your sweat. The two of you laid there for a few minutes, in silence, panting and recovering from your orgasm, before Coriolanus spoke up.

“That definitely made my night better.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, turning around to face him. “So much for ‘not doing this stuff’, uh?” You taunted him. Coriolanus rolled his eyes and cleared his throat.

“I don’t. But I don’t do parties either, yet here I am.” He replied, never taking his eyes off of you.

“You need to learn not to think so much. See how much fun we’ve had tonight?” You whispered, the ghost of a smile still playing on your lips.

Coriolanus nodded and brought you closer to himself, squeezing your hips. “For sure. Can’t wait to see how much fun we’ll have next time.” He murmured, before drawing you in for yet another kiss.

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