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yoitsjay · 6 months ago

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Catch and Keep

Pairings: Hunter x fem! Reader

Summary: yeah... you fucked up...

Warnings: unprotected sex (p in v) (wrap it up) knife play, choking, slight bondage, overstimulation, edging, cream pie, slight breeding, Hunter and prey trope, most literaly Hunter and his prey. Gentle at the end, sweet aftercare, several rounds

Word count: 2,673

“You're a real piece of work, you know that?”

“Yeah well you're full of bantha shit! so suck my nuts.”

“What nuts? you don’t even have the balls to kill fucking bugs! let alone droids that have no concept of pain!”

“Fuck you Hunter! I've probably saved your asses from death more times than you've killed droids!”

Tensions were extremely high as another one of your and Hunter’s arguments ensued. You were Clone Force 99’s nat-born medic, and the minute you joined them you and Hunter butted heads instantaneously. However you were an incredible medic, maybe not a good shot when it came to droids, but when it came to injuries and fixing them quickly, it was basically your “enhancement”

You and Hunter seethed at each other before he stormed off to the cockpit. You scoffed and walked into the medical area, prepping your things for the next mission. Soon the Marauder landed on a heavily forested planet. You grabbed a couple rations, and walked to the ramp of the cockpit before being stopped by Hunter, his hand firmly wrapped around your arm.

“And where are you going?” He asked, glaring down at you. You turned and narrowed your eyes at him, yanking your arm away. “It’s none of your business, nerf herder.” You spat, seeing the anger flash in his eyes. “I could tell you that I'm leaving to go masturbate, would that get you off my back?” You challenged, walking away from him.

However you paused when he called your name.

“ill give you a ten second head start to run before i find you and fuck you like an animal.” He growled, and your eyes went wide, bewildered by the words that just came out of his mouth. “Excuse me?” You asked, taking a step back as he took a step forward.

Though as you looked at him, you saw something deep and primal in his eyes that you haven't seen before.

Something terrifying.

But also, underneath all that fear you started to feel, arousal was quick to follow. what would happen if he caught you? would he simply kill you? or would he torture you with pleasure until you broke.

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted when Hunter pulled out his vibroblade, and your eyes went wide. Crosshair had poked his head out from the Marauder, smirking slightly as he looked at you.

“Id run Y/n. He won’t stop chasing until you're under him.” Crosshair warned.

And with that you turned tail and ran into the forest, dropping the supplies you would have brought with you. Your heart was already thrumming in your ears as you jumped over fallen logs and used branches to make sharp turns.

Hunter could track you easily, so you made a b-line for the swamp area, and caked your clothes in mud before continuing to run so he couldn’t track your scent. though you had a feeling he'd find you anyway.

And that dirty, filthy, slutty part of you wanted too.

You managed to find a tree with low enough branches to climb onto, so you started your climb, not very high in case you fell, but high enough to where you hoped he couldn’t see you. But those hopes were useless.

You heard low whistling coming from the south, and your blood ran cold. You sucked in a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying to calm your erratic heart. Fuck he could probably hear it.

The whistling got louder and louder until it stopped, and you felt something, a rope, wrap around your waist. You were pulled from the tree, your scream scaring the bird out of the trees, you fell, but not to the ground.

You were caught in a pair of arms, Hunter’s arms.

“Caught you. little fawn.” He growled into your ear.

Hunter pressed you into a tree, his hand firmly wrapped around his throat as he brought his vibroblade up to your clothed sternum, catching the fabric of your clothes before he tugged and sliced it down the middle, your shirt and bra falling open to reveal your bare skin, and breasts.

“Hunter please-”

Your words were cut off as he squeezed your throat a little tighter before releasing it, tugging off your top clothes before he ripped off your bottoms, tossing them to the forest floor.

“I am going to fucking ruin that pretty pussy of yours.” He murmured, the non sharp part of his blade gliding against your clit, making you gasp loudly as he did so. He then lifted you up against the tree, holding you with one arm, while you basically sat on his leg, the feeling of his clothes against your throbbing pussy sending shivers up your spine.

“I am done with the arguing.” He grunted, using his free hand to unbuckle his belt, shifting his pants down to free his cock, which was already leaking pre-cum. But he didn’t move to fuck you, no he knew that would hurt you, and not in the way he wanted to hurt you.

Not in a way that would feel good.

Hunter sheathed his blade, holding you up against the tree with his hand, kneeling down. You automatically placed your legs on his shoulders, so his second hand cupped your thigh to help support you.

But the minute he saw your pussy flutter in anticipation you were done for. His mouth was against you, tongue roughly flicking against your clit. He then stopped, and sucked at your folds, dipping his tongue into your entrance before going back to your clit.

The sounds that left you and him were vile, he was slurping up your juices like a lifeline, like you were his feast. And you were, oh you were his feast and more.. you were his prey that he caught.

And now you were his.

Hunter left sloppy opened mouth kisses against your cunt, your juices and his saliva dripping down his chin and onto the forest floor. You squirmed against his grip, the harsh bark of the tree scraping against your back which only made this so much more intense.

You screamed as Hunter almost brought you to an Orgasm, but pulled his head back just before you could cum. You let out a frustrated groan, but again that attitude was quickly silenced as he grabbed your jaw, glaring at you.

“good girls listen to their superiors, you wanna be a good girl don’t you?” He asked, his raspy voice sending your brain into overdrive, yet you nodded, biting your lip as he released your jaw, and started licking tentatively up your folds again.

“Good” He muttered against your clit, his hot breath fanning across your thighs. “Now shut up and take it.” he growled.

He started the process all over again, building you up before stopping, edging you over, and over, and over again until tears were streaming down his face. “Please!” You begged, voice and legs shaking. Hunter moved you from the tree, laying you down on the ground as he removed his pants and boxers, followed by his shirt.

He was now on top of you, gathering your juices on his fingers before he pushed three of them inside you. And that was enough to push you over the edge as he let you cum.

You squirted, all over his fingers and all over his torso. And he was grinning like a fucking wolf, thrusting his fingers in and out of you to keep your orgasm going for as long as possible. He finally removed his fingers, though you were still twitching against the ground.

He was nowhere near done.

Hunter leaned down, licking up your tears on each cheek before he started biting and sucking marks down your skin, sliding his hands to your hips before he roughly turned you into your hands and knees. He slid his bandana off, using it to tie your hands behind your back.

Hunter then pulled you up to your feet, pressing you against a tree just as he slammed his cock into you.

You cried, more tears streaming down your face as your pussy burned, but then started throbbing with desire. Hunter pulled out, the tip of his cock barely inside before he slammed into you again. You moaned, incoherent words leaving your lips as you tried to beg for more.

he was happy to oblige, one hand on your hip while the other held onto the bandana that bound your wrists behind you. He thrusted into you, slow and hard. He wanted you to feel every inch, every vein of his cock as he slammed into you, then dragged his cock out so slowly.

Your arousal was practically running down your legs, and you were blabbering nonsense, and Hunter was barely making a sound. “Not so tough are you now? little fawn.” He growled. You whimpered in response to his words, feeling him shift behind you as he pulled you against his hot skin, releasing your wrists from the bandana, instead tying it around your neck. He gave it a good tug, and held it in his fist.

You moaned, and cried and begged, and he finally started quickening his thrusts, his arm wrapped around your torso, the other holding the end of the bandana around your neck, keeping bent down but not letting you fall forward as he rutted his hips against yours.

You could just barely hear his grunts of pleasure now, your own cries of pleasure filling your ears. Your legs were shaking, but Hunter was easily able to keep you up, until he had enough of standing and pulled you off his cock, letting you fall forward into the ground.

he was back on top of you within seconds, his thrusts wild and meticulous. His cock hit every good spot in your pussy, rubbing up against the g-spot and against your cervix. He had your arms pinned on either side of you, legs spread and slightly suspended upwards.

You rocked back and forth, having worn out your voice at this point.

Then he came.

White hot cum filled your cunt, so much so that it started leaking out of you, even though Hunter was still inside. He rolled his hips against yours, hearing your soft whimpers. He then pulled out, flipping you onto your back now, taking his bandana back from your neck, tying it around his head as he smirked down at you.

“Learned your lesson yet? babygirl?” He asked, seeing you nod weakly. But he still wasn't done. Of course he wasn't.

Hunter lifted your leg, and moved to lay down kind of on top of you, but also to the side, resting on his elbow as his other arm wrapped around your thigh and tugged it towards your chest. His cock was back inside of you within moments, and he was slowly thrusting, but not nearly as hard as before.

You looked into his eyes, unable to tear your gaze away as he rocked his hips into yours. “Such a good girl for me.” he purred into your ear, and you nodded, your jaw falling open as he slid his arm down, his fingers making contact with your clit. Your eyes rolled back, and your head lolled to the side.

“Don’t close your eyes, keep fucking looking at me.” He ordered, and you snapped back to look at him as he slammed his hips against yours. You cried out his name, and he grinned widely. “That's it… good girl… gonna cum for me?” He asked, and you nodded, the pleasure from his fingers and his cock sending you into overdrive.

Soon you came around his cock, burying your face into the crook of his neck as you cried. He wiped your tears, and halted his thrusting. Allowing you a few moments to gather yourself. Hunter then pulled out, and sat up cross legged. He was still hard, and your mind was still clouded with a sex haze.

You sucked in a deep breath before getting onto your knees, standing up shakily, feeling Hunter’s hands on your hips just in case. You hovered over him before lowering yourself down, guiding his cock back inside you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and sat there for a moment.

He wrapped his arms around your back, supporting you upright as you started to rock your hips into his. Your arms were around his neck, and your foreheads were pressed together. You had your eyes closed for only a moment, but when you opened them he was looking right into your eyes.

As you rocked your hips, he started thrusting upwards, your breaths becoming synchronized, heat blooming between the both of you, more so than before as this became a lot more intimate rather than raw and wild sex.

Hunter then tilted his head up and he pressed his lips to yours, you happily reciprocated, your tongues now mingling together as the pleasure both of you were experiencing got a lot more intense.

The kiss grew more passionate, and his soft moans and grunts were being swallowed by your lips, vice versa. Your’s and Hunter’s orgasms hit you both at the same time, and he came inside you, tightening his grip around you, trying to pull you further into him.

You broke the kiss, your head falling back as you panted, both of your chest rising and falling heavily as you replenished that air that he had starved you of.

Hunter gently laid you down, pulling out of you again, watching as his several loads of cum leaked out of you, practically gushing. He chuckled, laying down beside you as he admired your sweaty, fucked out complexion.

“You gonna stop arguing with me now?” He asked, and you smirked a little bit, raising a hand to his cheek before sliding it through his hair. “If it gets you to fuck me like this? absolutely not.” You joked, letting out a soft squeal when he playfully pinched your side.

“Also… with what Crosshair said before… you’ve- you’ve done this with someone else?’ You asked, pouting slightly as you spoke. Hunter frowned, but nodded, his hand cupping your cheek gently. “Yes, but it was the worst experience I've felt, and i didnt go far with her… I actually left her in the forest.” He breathed out, smiling as he heard you chuckle.

“Your mine… and i’m yours… okay?” He asked, and you nodded, pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand. Hunter hummed, leaning down to kiss your lips once more before he gathered up his clothes. “There's a small river nearby, we can wash up there, then I'll carry you back.” He said softly, and you nodded.

Hunter picked you up with ease, taking you to the stream as he washed you up. You may or may not have had one more round in the water, but he was so gentle with you. Once the both of you were clean, he slid his pants on, and let you wear his shirt, which was large on you so it covered enough.

You were back in his arms, and he carried you back to the Marauder, Tech was working outside with Echo, and Crosshair was cleaning his rifle. He smirked at his brother, who just rolled his eyes as he carried you inside and to his bunk.

“Get some rest.” he muttered, placing a kiss to your temple before he turned to walk away.

“Hunter?” You called out, seeing him turn back. You bit your lip, sighing. “I’m sorry for being rude to you… can we…” You trailed off, trying to find the right words. Hunter seemed to know what you were saying though, and he nodded, smiling down at you. “We’re even, and we will be making up for lots of lost time.” He stated.

You chuckled, nodding before laying down in his bunk, pulling the sheet over your body as you smiled. Your hips and thighs ached, but it was so worth it.

So fucking worth it.

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forlorn-crows · 1 year ago

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you wanted promts... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE NASTY BUT CUTE SWISSALPS NASTY BUT CUTE SWISSALPS THEYRE FILTHY LITTLE DUDES BUT THEYRE SO IN LOVEEEEEE

there's some cuteness in here, i swear it. mountain is a goober after all. but it's mainly nasty. @rrriver also requested rimming with dealer's choice of ghouls, so here we are (did you think it'd be swissalps, river? probably one out of two you thought it be lmao)

nasty ghouls under the cut. rimming and oral and fingering and fucking (oh my). top mountain came out to play today.

Swiss keens, tosses his head back. Mountain’s tongue is so good, so wet, so hypnotizing, he can’t form anymore coherent thoughts. Anything close to a thought fizzled out as soon as the earth ghoul pinned him down to the bed with only a hand on his sternum and a few honeyed words.

“Mount—unholy shit, baby,” he groans when the muscle dips inside. Gripping his cock in a tight fist when it leaks a bead of pre onto his stomach. Mountain hums—loud and rumbly on purpose—and digs his fingers into the multi ghoul’s spread thighs, pushing his knees closer to his chest. Really spreading him out nice and wide so he can lick deep.

“H-how do you get so far in there,” Swiss damn near whines. He starts to jerk in earnest, wet strokes that make his thighs jump and his toes twitch.

Mountain chuckles. He sucks on his rim lightly before pulling away, displaying his lengthened, unglamoured tongue as he licks his lips. He cradles a fang with the split end, making it flutter teasingly when Swiss cranes his head up to look.

And promptly lets it thud back down with a strained noise as his hand polishes the sticky tip of his cock.

“All the better to taste you with, darling,” Mountain lilts. Relishing in the desperation wafting off his partner.

“Fuck,” the multi-ghoul says intelligently. “That’s hot, baby, that’s fuckin’ hot.”

Mountain hums and returns to his task. Alternating between spreading him with his tongue and kissing around his hole. Even daring to smooth his thin fingers along the apex of his thighs, running through coarse curls until the digits press and tickle his balls.

It’s enough to drive Swiss crazy. He bites his lip until it threatens to bleed and pulls at himself without a care for pacing. Precum wrung from the slit with every involuntary clench, every stroke slicker than the last.

“Oh fuck, Mount, you’re gonna—hmpf gonna make me cum, feels so good,” Swiss babbles. Mountain can feel him twitch under his tongue, cheeks clenching as he nears the point of no return. A spike of urgency and need runs up his spine, and he pulls away with a string of saliva still connecting his tongue to Swiss’ hole.

“Don’t,” he says gruffly. “Don’t cum. Not yet.” He presses against the space his tongue created, slipping a finger inside just up to the first knuckle. Swiss gasps, hand stilling. “Want you on my cock,” Mountain breathes.

“Oh,” Swiss chokes out. Risks another squeeze to his cock before nodding and pulling away. Mountain slips that finger all the way inside, folding his lanky body over him to kiss him softly, deeply. Gripping the fat over his hips as pumps the digit in and out.

“There, Mount, yeah,” he groans. He loops his arms around Mountain’s neck, tangling his fingers in his mousy brown curls. Wraps a leg around him too, losing himself in the prep. Whining at the taste of himself on his tongue.

“You feel how hard you make me?” the earth ghoul purrs, nudging their cocks together as he slips a second finger in. “Can’t wait to get you on it. Bounce you til you’re shaking.”

Swiss moans, long and wanton. Mountain huffs a laugh against his lips when he clenches around the stretch, the deepest parts of him caressing his fingers with a firm seal.

“Gimme another, I can take it,” he begs, rocking into his hand.

“Eager,” Mountain teases. “But I like you like this, edelweiss.” He rubs their noses together. “Begging.” Kisses the corner of his mouth. “Desperate.” Another kiss at the hinge of his jaw. “Wet.” He whispers that right into his ear, rolling their hips together and crooking his fingers into the spot that makes him melt.

“Satanas, help me,” he wheezes. His tail betrays him, thumping against the bed in an eager rhythm.

The earth ghoul sucks the lobe of his ear into his mouth, humming when Swiss arches and groans loudly. “Shh, just open up for me. Let me treat you right.”

“Anything, fuck, whatever you want, baby, shit.”

Mountain smiles against his skin. Pushing on the back of one thigh so Swiss exposes himself further. “Good. Just like that.” Swiss’s cock twitches against his when he splays his fingers. Wringing from him another broken groan. “That’s it.”

Mountain may be quick to get all four fingers inside, but he certainly lets the stretch settle in, spreading and thrusting and working him open until he’s panting and almost loose against his hand.

“C’mere,” he says softly once Swiss starts begging again. Slipping his fingers out and guiding him to straddle his lap. Mountain folds his legs up underneath him, creating a cradle for his body once he sinks all the way down. “Right there, there we are, darling.”

Mountain holds Swiss with one hand on his lower back, placing kisses along his sternum as he lines up the wide head of his cock with the other hand. Teasing it against his slack entrance as the multi ghoul clings to his shoulders.

“Please,” Swiss whispers. His cock throbs between them, neglected all this time yet hardly flagged at all.

“I’ve got you,” Mountain assures him. He rubs the tip against his hole, pushing until the head pops in. And he keeps going, easing Swiss down with two hands on his ass, steadily lowering until he reaches the base. Bottoming out with a strained huff and shaky legs.

“Fuck—”

“—yes.” Mountain pulls him flush, chest to chest. Tucking his face into the crook of Swiss’ neck and breathing in patchouli and whiskey tinged with need. He just holds him there, warm and balls-deep. Overwhelmed with both arousal and love.

Above him, Swiss whines. He shifts a little in his lap, grunting when his cock rubs against Mountain’s stomach.

The earth ghoul holds him tighter. “Okay, edelweiss?”

“So fuckin’ big,” he groans. Mountain barks a laugh, skating his nails up and down Swiss’ back. He pulls back and gives him a peck on the lips, looking at him fondly and admiring the dark blush on his cheeks and the sweat on his hairline. He smiles and tucks his face back into his neck.

That is, not before dragging his lips up the prominent tendons in his neck, stopping once more at the shell of his ear and muttering into it, so low it sends a shiver right up Swiss’ spine:

“You can take it.”

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thewintersoldierdisaster · 1 year ago

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a/n: guys. this got beyond out of hand and there is like literally NO plot beyond threesome. i kicked my ass into gear and wrote and edited the last like third of this fic while the canes won and svech and neci were named stars of the game!!!! there was no way i could post last night so you get threesome smut first thing in the morning lmao. y’all can thank @pyotrkochetkov for the initial suggestion of svech and neci threesome and @smileysvech for telling me i needed to post this last night after the game, sorry i couldn’t manage it!!! 😅 also thanks anon for encouraging the use of this cheesy title 🫡

word count: 8.4k

tw: threesome (mfm, no mm), fingering (f recieving), oral (f and m recieving), unprotected sex, protected sex, brief anal fingering (f receiving), nipple sucking and touching, dirty talk, brief thigh riding, overstimulation, edging, voyerism (sort of kind of if you squint), so unedited it’s not even funny, i think that’s it but let me know if i missed any 😅

summary: andrei’s invited into your bedroom for a threesome

Martin waits until you’re cock-drunk and he’s balls deep in you to tell you. He leans down, pressing his bare chest against yours, keeping your body against the mattress while he kisses you, licking into your mouth. “Told Svech to come by this weekend,” he says, grunting a little when you clench around him.

You rake your nails over his back, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Mmkay,” you hum, “I’ll make steaks or s’mthing.”

His fingers roll over your breast, kneading and pinching, and he laughs. “No, he’s coming to eat something else.”

“Chicken?” You gasp out, Martin sliding out of you halfway before pushing all the way back in.

“Something sweeter,” he kisses the hollow of your throat, licks at a bead of sweat collected there. You whine, bucking your hips up into his, locking your legs tighter around his waist.

Words broken up by a moan, you say, “jus’ tell me, Martin,” dragging out his name as he snaps his hips, cock buried to the hilt.

“You, miláček,” Martin grunts, reaching down and rolling his thumb over your clit. Your back arches off the bed and you writhe under his touch, crying out. “Svechy’s coming over to eat this sweet pussy.”

Your body stiffens at his words, clenching around his cock involuntarily and Martin drops his head to your neck, groaning as he comes, emptying into you. He peppers your collarbone with kisses as he thrusts into you, making sure you finish too. Limp from your orgasm, your brain finally catches up and you nudge at Martin’s side. “What…I’m confused,” you murmur, wiggling under his weight, the sheets damp and sticky under your back.

“Svech likes it when you join me during our gaming sessions,” you can hear the pride in his tone as he kisses his way down your sternum, letting his tongue drag over your skin. “We talked -“

“And you invited him over?” You finish faintly, the meaning behind Martin’s words finally sinking in past your lust soaked haze. Your thighs flex around Martin’s hips and he nods against your stomach. Heat pools low in your stomach and you feel your body react to the thought of adding Andrei into the equation. After the first time you’d ridden Martin in his gaming chair, you’d sworn you wouldn’t do it again because the guys could hear. But, well, best laid plans and all that. You’d done it at least three or four times since then.

Martin clearly feels your reaction too because he looks up at you, shit-eating grin on his face. “Can feel how soaked you are, miláček, you like the idea of Svech joining us? I’ve seen how he looks at you, how you look at him,” he shrugs, dragging his hand down your side, sliding his softening cock out of you and replacing it with his fingers. He circles his fingers at your entrance, gathering the wetness on the pads of his fingers and drawing it up over your clit. You whine and moan as he draws tight little circles around the swollen bud. “He wants to hear you make your sweet little noises for him.”

You arch your back up into his hand, clamping your thighs around his hand. “Martin,” you drag his name out on a long moan, crying unintelligibly as he drags another quick orgasm from your body. He groans along with you when you soak his hand, muttering praise into your skin.

“Just like that,” he coos, “there you go. Sound so good for me.” He rubs at your clit a few more times until you’re pushing his hand away and kicking gently at his thigh.

“Ngh, no, too much,” you mumble, sighing when Martin’s hand rests on your hip. You blink up at him, his weight a heavy, reassuring blanket on your body. You yawn and say, “repeat yourself, please. Without your hands on my clit. I wanna make sure I’m understanding this.”

His laugh vibrates through your entire body and he rolls a little onto his side, one thick thigh still wedged in between yours. “It’s like I said,” he repeats, keeping one hand splayed over your hip and using the other to prop his head up so he can look at you, “Svechy likes when you join me for gaming. If you’re okay with it, and only if you’re okay with it, I thought I’d share you.”

“Let me make sure I get it,” you say slowly, starting to grin, leaning into Martin’s chest and reaching up to play with the chain around his neck, “you’re suggesting a threesome with Andrei?”

Martin’s skin is slick with sweat under your fingers and you can feel his heart thumping fast from his orgasm. He nods, holding eye contact. “Only if you’re okay with it,” he ducks his head to kiss your fingers. “Otherwise, I text him and it’s all off.”

You hum, trailing your fingers down his chest and pushing a little so he’ll roll onto his back and you can swing your leg over his hips to straddle him. His hands fall automatically to your hips, the warmth of your core against his lower stomach. Martin raises an eyebrow at you, glancing down to where you’re sitting on him. You giggle a bit and nod. “I’m very okay with it,” you confirm, feeling the rush of adrenaline flood your veins. You rake your nails over his chest, enjoying the way his stomach muscles contract under you when you scrape at his nipples. “Two incredibly hot, strong men wanting to make me feel good? I’d be an idiot to say no to that offer.”

“Mhmm,” Martin hums back, smacking the side of your thigh a little, enjoying the way your breasts jiggle with the movement. “S’long as you remember that you’re mine, we won’t have a problem.”

You lean down over him and pull his lower lip between your teeth, nipping at him gently, your clit catching on the hair at the base of his cock and making you whine. You grind yourself over him, feeling him harden under you. “Baby,” you murmur, kissing him, “you know I’m all yours. But maybe you should remind me again.”

Martin laughs and grins at you, “weren’t you just complaining that you couldn’t take any more?” His hands still slide down over your hips, teasing at the crease of your thighs. You wriggle over him, arousal dripping from your cunt and making a mess on him.

“Found a third wind,” you giggle, choking off into a gasp when you press against his half-hard cock. He bucks his hips up, gliding his cock through your wet core. “Need to build up my stamina if I’m going to keep up with two professional athletes.”

“Little minx,” he growls, eyes dancing with mischief. He gives you no warning before he’s gripping your hips and lifting you so he can slam you down over his cock, filing you to the hilt. “I know you’re excited for this.”

You can only nod and babble nonsense while you bounce on Martin’s cock. It’s too easy for him to get a third orgasm out of you and later, while you’re slumped boneless over his chest, his cum dripping out of you, you murmur, “should I still make dinner for the three of us?”

Your boyfriend laughs and smooths his hands over your back and the curve of your ass. “I’ll order in. You’re going to need your strength,” he teases with a little pinch to your ass.

—-

The weekend rolls around faster than you thought it would, the anticipation of Andrei coming over making your skin tingle. It’s not that you don’t love Martin or that you’re not satisfied with him in bed, because you do and you are. There’s just something too exciting to pass up here.

Martin wasn’t wrong in that you thought Andrei was handsome, you’d have to be blind to deny that. But as lovely as he is, you’re not interested in dating him, too happy with Martin. A spark of curiosity about how good Andrei is in bed was something you’d been thinking about for a bit, since you’d joined the boys for a workout and you’d gotten to watch their bodies move, strong and powerful muscles lifting weights like they were nothing. Listening to Martin tease you about the boys’ reactions when you’d joined in on a few gaming sessions - joined in by sitting on Martin’s lap with his cock buried deep in your cunt while you tried not to make noise - had only sparked more arousal.

By the time Saturday rolls around, smack in the middle of a mini-three day break in the game schedule, you’re hornier than you’d ever thought possible. Martin’s been busy with back to back games since he dropped the threesome bomb on you, leaving you high and dry in the orgasm department. You’d pouted when he got home after the second game and shook his head at you, grinning wickedly when he said, “before you know it, miláček, you’re going to have more orgasms than you know what to do with. Patience is a virtue, right?”

“Patience my ass,” you’d snapped back, throbbing with want for your boyfriend.

The guys have practice in the mid-morning and when Martin comes home, he gathers you in his arms, kissing you so abruptly that you squeak in surprise, going stiff in his arms.

“What was that?” You laugh a little when he releases you.

“Had a good practice,” he says easily. “Set some rules with Svech.”

“Rules?” You hadn’t really thought too much about it, in all honestly. You’d just figured things would evolve naturally.

Martin brushes a kiss against your temple. “Mhm,” his lips curl up in a grin, “one rule, really. He wants to put his dick in your pussy, he has to wear a condom. I’m the only one that gets to feel you bare.”

You face heats and you cough a little, Martin’s words shooting straight to your poor, ignored clit. “Anything else is fair game?” You ask faintly.

“If you’re okay with it,” he replies, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a hug. The hard ridge of his cock is evident against your stomach and you grin into his chest, your hands finding their way to squeeze at his ass.

“When does he get here?” Your reply is a delighted giggle. It almost feels like you’re waiting for a puppy to be delivered on Christmas morning, the anticipation starting to make your thoughts fuzzy. Martin digs his fingers into your sides, tickling you until you beg for mercy.

“When he gets here,” he laughs. “Am I not enough for you?”

“You, Mr. Nečas,” you huff, pouting and jabbing your index finger into a toned chest muscle, “have left me high and dry for three days now. Excuse me for being excited for some relief.”

“Should I give you one now, to take the edge off?” Martin’s grin is shit-eating and his eyebrows lift in surprise when you nod, immediately grabbing the collar of his shirt in one hand to draw his face to yours for a kiss, while your other hand dips beneath the waistband of his joggers, wrapping around his cock. It jumps in your hand, hips bucking forward at the contact, his moan muffled by your mouth. You slowly stroke his length, his cock hardening under your fingers. Martin subconsciously thrusts into your grip, tangling his hand in your hair and pulling your head back a little to change the angle of the kiss.

You’re both breathing hard when you break apart. “C’mon, Martin,” you pant, “let’s get a head start.”

His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, and he nips at your lower lip, pushing you backwards until the backs of your legs hit the arm of the couch and he’s turning you around and pressing his palm against the middle of your back so you’ll bend over the arm. Your ass is in the air and Martin pats at your cheek, pulling the fabric of your lounge shorts to the side to plant a kiss in the middle of your ass cheek before biting it gently. Your body reacts to him and you can feel your underwear growing damp. “Martin…” you trail off, your voice muffled by the couch cushion.

“Oh, I know, miláček, I know,” his breath ghosts over your wet cunt and you shiver. “I’ll take care of you.” His fingers work their magic over your clit, rubbing and pinching until it’s throbbing painfully and you’re dripping on his hand. Your hips move nonsensically over the arm of the couch and your hands clutch at a throw pillow. Martin murmurs in Czech and you only understand a handful of words, but his accent has your pulse racing and your cunt throbbing.

You’re right there, right at the edge, and then the doorbell rings. Martin’s fingers are gone and you cry out, tears pooling at your lash line. “Just one more minute,” you whine, arching your back and looking over your shoulder. Martin’s standing up, an apologetic smirk on his face. “I was almost there!”

He smooths his hand over your ass, leaving your shorts pulled to the side so you’re still exposed. “Let me get the door,” he laughs. “Don’t want to keep our guest waiting.” He pauses and then says, “don’t move.”

You whine again, feeling bratty, but your body warms when you realize it’s Svech behind the front door and you perk up when you hear his deep, accented voice greet Martin. You can hear their hands clap together - probably doing one of those stupid bro backslapping hug things - and heat blooms in your stomach. Your ass is still perked in the air and your clit is desperate for simulation, but you won’t touch yourself, not yet.

“Got started without me?” Andrei’s voice is amused and close. Your body reacts forcefully to that accent and your thighs immediately snap together, trying to get some relief. Martin’s familiar hand lands on your lower back, gliding down over your ass and pulling your thighs apart.

“Hi, Andrei,” you say into the couch cushions, as normal as possible even though now that both men are in the room, eyes on your ass and partially exposed cunt, you’re feeling a little shy. Heat rushes to your face and you’re glad that you don’t have to make eye contact with either of them right now.

“Hi,” he replies and you can hear the grin in his voice. “I haven’t seen this side of you before.”

A laugh bubbles out of you at his joke and even Martin snorts a laugh. You smother a giggle, feeling less nervous than before, and angle your head to look back at the men. They’re both staring at you with open hunger and you’re instantly wetter. Arousal gathers between your legs and you’re surprised it’s not dripping down your thighs at this point. With a cheeky smile, you shoot back, “I only show off like this to people I like.”

“She’s a comedian, too,” Martin deadpans, squeezing at your ass cheek. “But she forgets that two minutes ago she was crying because she didn’t get to come.”

“I wasn’t crying,” you sniff. “I was frustrated. But,” you grin at Andrei, “now there’s someone here who won’t leave me wanting.”

Andrei looks over at Martin and a slow smile curls at his lips. His fingers twitch at his sides and you feel warm all over thinking of those fingers getting right where you need them. Your boyfriend slaps your ass sharply and you jolt forward with a little, undignified yelp. “Brat,” Martin murmurs affectionately. “But go ahead, Svechy, give my girl what she wants.”

You hum in happy agreement and Andrei mutters something that sounds a little bit like ‘finally’ before he’s at your side, kneeling down on one knee and running his hand up the back of your leg, starting at your ankle. Martin’s hand is still firm on your ass, but you can feel him lean against the couch, fingers stroking your skin. Andrei’s hand is warm and a little dry where it brushes against the back of your knee, making you kick your leg when the contact tickles.

“Stay still,” Andrei says and lets out a satisfied noise when you immediately obey, feet planted firmly on the ground and slick gathering between your legs at his tone. He gives you a little squeeze on your thigh and ghosts his knuckles up over your inner thigh, fingertips just nearly where you need them. “She’s so wet,” he breathes and you don’t have to look over to see the satisfied look on Martin’s face. You know all of his expressions.

You whine and lean your hips back, trying to find Andrei’s hand. He pinches the inside of your thigh and you yelp. “C’mon,” you pout, muffled into the cushions, it’s taking them too long to give you what you want. “Please!” You add, just to see if it works.

“How many of Neci’s fingers can you take, milaya?” Andrei asks, curious. The unfamiliar Russian word makes your spine tingle. His accent is even hotter when he’s speaking his native language. The tip of his index finger circles your soaked entrance and you gasp, whining and clenching around nothing. “One?”

He pushes the finger in further, sliding in easily with how wet you are.

“More,” you gasp out, grinding on his hand. Martin’s fingers tighten on your ass cheek and you register the sensation briefly before Andrei’s middle finger joins the first.

“Two?” He asks, curling and pumping his fingers until you can hear the obscene, wet sounds of your cunt gripping them. His other hand is gripping at your thigh, pulling it closer to him, widening your stance. His fingers curl just the right way to hit your g-spot and you whine loudly. “There’s those little noises,” Andrei says, increasing the pace of his pumping.

“Sound so good, miláček,” Martin praises you, sliding his hand up the curve of your ass and onto your lower back, digging his thumb into your muscles. You arch into his touch, clenching around Andrei’s fingers while he works you open. The stretch is so good, Andrei’s fingers a little longer than Martin’s, but just as thick. You give a rough little exhale when Martin tells Andrei, “give her another, Svech, she can take it.”

Your legs tremble and Andrei adds a third finger, splitting you open. He curls those gorgeously thick fingers and your mouth falls open in a silent scream. His thumb is a solid, firm pressure on your clit and you writhe against his hand, gasping for air. Your stomach fizzles with pleasure, tension coiling at the base of your spine until Andrei plunges his fingers even deeper into your cunt and you’re crying out his name, your orgasm rolling through your body like a tidal wave.

Martin strokes your hair back from your face and Andrei keeps fucking you with his fingers, the aftershocks of your orgasm making your entire body tremble, whimpering gasps leaving your lips. “There you go,” Martin praises you, “so good for Svech.”

“She sounds even better in person,” Andrei says, continuing to stroke your clit gently.

Your entire body goes limp over the arm of the couch and you kick weakly in Andrei’s direction. “No more,” you mumble hoarsely. “Stop touchin’ for now.”

Andrei pulls his fingers away, but they don’t go far. He leaves them resting on the inside of your thigh, wet and cool from your orgasm. He laughs a little under his breath, “done so soon, milaya?”

You shift, turn around, and lean against Martin’s side. His hands are all over you, more tactile than usual and you think it’s probably him staking his claim with Andrei in the mix. You grin at the other man, finally getting a good look at the way his pupils are blown wide and his face is flushed pink. His hand is lower on your leg now, curled around your knee, thumb stroking the skin. “Give a girl a chance to breathe,” you say. “I’m not even close to my record.”

Martin scoffs a laugh, fingers tangling in your hair. “Two of us giving you pleasure, think you can beat it?”

You flicker your gaze from Martin’s face to Andrei’s, the matching looks of enthusiasm, and nod. “Bring me upstairs and let’s set a record,” you giggle, shrieking when Martin swoops you over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. You brace your hands on his lower back, laughing as your body bounces while he jogs up the stairs. Andrei follows and you reach out one hand for him, he grins and takes your fingers, lacing them with his. You’re a little breathless from being held upside down, the blood rushing to your head, but you can’t help noticing how much bigger Andrei’s fingers are than yours. They’re long and thick and no wonder your cunt gives a little throb when you think about three of them wedged up side of you.

Winking at Andrei, you say, “you know, Andrei’s up by one.”

Andrei laughs and Martin slaps your ass. “Behave,” he warns you, muffling his own laughter.

“Oh, where’s the fun in that?” You ask, squirming in Martin’s grip, letting out a soft gasp when he tugs your shorts and panties off in one swift motion, leaving them on the floor, and biting at the flesh of your ass. His tongue soothes over the spot and you can feel your pussy get slick.

Martin feels it too, because the hand that isn’t wrapped around the backs of your thighs dips in between your legs and swipes at your clit. “Messy girl,” he says lowly. “Think this little pussy can handle one of our cocks yet?”

You hum, eyes fluttering shut while Martin continues to stroke at you. Andrei’s thumb brushes over the backs of your knuckles and you’re about to reply when he interrupts you, “she’s so tight, Neci. Let me eat her out first.”

Arousal floods between your legs, soaking the shoulder of Martin’s shirt. He laughs, “I think she likes that idea.”

The grin Andrei shoots you is wild, wide enough that you can see the space where his tooth is missing.

After that, it’s a blur and you’re completely naked in your bed, bare back resting against Martin’s chest, Andrei between your legs. He’s staring at your bare cunt hungrily and your cheeks flush. Honestly, Martin’s the only man who’d ever eaten you out, previous boyfriends and hook ups not interested. Your legs start to close instinctively, but Martin’s huge hands land on your upper thighs and hold your legs apart. “Ah, now she’s shy,” he murmurs, kissing your temple. “No jokes from my little comedienne?”

“No reason for you to be shy, milaya,” Andrei grins up at you. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

Your heart skips a beat in your chest and you whine, pushing against Martin’s hands. “Maybe not - I mean, Martin’s the only one who’s -“

“Who’s given this pussy the love it deserves?” Andrei finishes for you, Martin’s hands migrating up over your hips when he’s satisfied that you’re not going to snap your thighs shut. Andrei’s moved in closer, his broad shoulders blocking your legs from shutting.

“My girl never got properly worshipped,” Martin says, lips trailing hot kisses over your cheek and jaw. His hands are at your waist and then higher, brushing the undersides of your breasts. “That’s why we’ve gotta be good to her, eh, Svechy?”

Andrei’s answer is to lean in and lick a stripe up your center, making you squeal and arch your back, pressing your cunt into his face and your tits into Martin’s hands. He laughs behind you, the vibration of his chest against your back. “Oh my god,” you gasp, Andrei’s tongue circling your clit gently, all warm and wet heat between your legs. Martin’s hands grope up at your tits, kneading the flesh and rolling your nipples in between his fingers. He tugs gently, pinching and flicking at the stiff peaks, making you whine.

Your legs kick out when Andrei’s lips wrap around your clit and suck harshly, your entire body tingling in pleasure from both men’s assaults on your senses. Martin whispers in your ear, filth that has you blushing from your head to your toes, one hand working up over your chest to rest at the base of your throat. His fingers apply light pressure, your breathing stuttering in your chest, choking off into a moan when Andrei’s fingers join his tongue, pumping into your cunt while he licks and sucks, making a mess between your legs. He grunts against you and your hips buck into his face.

“Ngh, ah, right there oh my god,” you wail, Andrei’s nose pressed firmly against your clit while he licks into your cunt, arousal dripping from your entrance and pooling under your ass. Pleasure builds in your stomach and you can’t stop your hips from grinding against Andrei’s face - moving so much that he snakes his arms under your thighs and wraps his forearms over the top, pressing his hands onto your hipbones to keep you in place.

Martin’s cock twitches against your lower back, hot and hard, throbbing with each little noise you make. A bead of sweat drips down your spine and your stomach tightens. Martin’s hand works its way up the column of your throat, cupping your chin and slipping his thumb past your open lips. “Go on,” he breathes against your sweaty temple, “suck on my finger.” Your lips close around his thumb and you suck, teeth scraping against the pad of it. He rubs at your cheek with his index finger and tightens his grip on your face, turning your head so he can press a kiss at the corner of your mouth. He thrusts his hips shallowly behind you, the hard heat of his cock evident through the thin fabric of his pants. A muffled cry slips past Martin’s thumb and Andrei pulls his mouth away from your clit to look up at you with heavy-lidded eyes.

“Can’t hear her like that,” he mumbles, sounding drunk. “Want to hear her noises, Neci.”

Your mouth falls open, but Martin’s too quick and shoves his index and middle fingers past your lips, resting them on your tongue. “Get her to be louder,” he says, pushing at your chin with his thumb until you close your mouth around his fingers, saliva pooling as you suck at them. “Give her a reason to scream.”

The challenge is evident in Martin’s tone and Andrei smirks, clearly ready to accept. His head is back between your legs, three fingers buried in your cunt, lips wrapped around your clit while his tongue circles the bundle of nerves. He sets a ruthless pace, fingertips pressed up against your g-spot and lips working at your clit like it’s his job. A silent scream builds in your chest and your orgasm hits like a freight train, liquid heat in your veins and liquid gushing out of you, soaking Andrei’s face and the sheets. Martin’s hand is a firm vise on your breast, kneading, and you scream, the noise barely muffled by Martin’s fingers. Andrei’s name falls from your lips in a chant, hips bucking against the Russian’s grip on them. The aftershocks of your orgasm leave you limp against Martin’s chest, panting like you’d just run the New York City marathon, body soaked in sweat and your own orgasm.

Andrei leans back, hair flipped over his sweaty forehead and lower face dripping in your cum. He grins wickedly and licks at his lips. “That’s two,” he rasps.

“Fuck,” you mutter, reaching down to brush Andrei’s hair off his forehead. He waggles his eyebrows at you and you catch the subtle motion of his hips rolling against the mattress. Still out of breath and with trembling thighs, you’re possessed with the wild need to see Andrei’s dick. You lean forward, folding yourself nearly in half and giving Martin a great view of your ass, so you can pull Andrei’s face to yours and kiss him, sliding your tongue over his lower lip, tasting yourself on him. Andrei grins against your mouth, cupping your face in two huge hands and shifting so he’s in a better position.

Martin’s hands are tight on your ass cheeks, fingers digging into your flesh. He pulls your cheeks apart, his thumb moving carefully over your hole, pressing gently at the tight ring of muscle. You gasp into Andrei’s mouth, a moan swallowed when Martin’s thumb presses a little deeper and doesn’t move.

“What does my princezna want?” He murmurs, running the palm of his other hand over your ass and up your back. “She wants to kiss another man while I ruin her gorgeous ass?”

You break away from Andrei, lips barely an inch from his and whine, “noo want it in my-“ your voice is choked off by Martin’s fingers coming around your front and pinching at your clit. Your upper body drops to the mattress, forehead pressed into the sheets just a few inches from Andrei’s thighs. A muffled groan escapes your throat and Martin continues rolling your sore, sensitive clit between his fingers, building another orgasm in your stomach.

“Want it in your little cunt?” He asks, bending over your back so the soft fabric of his shirt presses against your sweaty spine. The movement gets his cock pressed harder against the seam of your ass and you grind back against him, desperate for friction and surprised how badly you need another orgasm. You can feel him shift behind you, pulling off his shirt. “Keep her ready for me, Svech?” He asks and you feel one huge hand on the back of your head, tangling in your hair.

“My pleasure,” Andrei’s voice rumbles and you’re not sure when he lost his clothes but when he pulls your upper body off the mattress, you’re greeted with the sight of his bare chest, thick chain and cross resting against his skin. His thighs are thick and dusted with hair and you immediately zero in on his cock, proudly bobbing between his legs, hard and flushed and gorgeous.

“Oh,” you murmur, licking your lower lip. He seems to swell under your gaze and your stomach jumps in anticipation. Andrei’s free hand grips the base of his cock, stroking it slowly while you watch. He laughs a little at how captivated you are.

“Like she’s never seen a cock before,” Martin chuckles behind you, the mattress bouncing with his movement to get out of his pants. He smacks the side of your thigh a little, the sound echoing in the room, and you jolt forward. “Go on, miláček, give Svechy a little kiss. Want you wet and ready for me.”

Andrei leans back a little and spreads his legs so there’s room for you to lean in and give the head of his cock a little lick. He groans low in his throat and his grip tightens. The muscles in his lower abdomen bunch up and you grin, licking him again before pressing a kiss right at the tip of him. “Fuuuck,” he drags out the curse, hips bucking up into the air.

“Don’t tease,” Martin chastises you, grabbing your hips and pulling you back so you can feel his erection against the curve of your ass.

“You teased me,” you whine with a little pout, bracing your weight on one hand so you can reach out with the other and swipe your thumb over the leaking head of Andrei’s cock. It twitches in his hand.

“Tease how much you want,” Andrei grumbles. “But put your mouth on me while you do it.”

His big hand wraps around the back of your head again and pulls you forward, dragging you over Martin’s lap until you can wrap your lips around the head of Andrei’s cock and suck. He grunts and thrusts his hips up a little into your mouth, still stroking the inches that aren’t in your mouth. He’s hot against your tongue, the taste of his skin slightly salty and you take more of him, loving the stretch of your jaw as you swallow him down.

Behind you, Martin shifts closer, lifting your hips and changing the angle of your mouth on Andrei’s cock so you gag a little, drool dripping from the corners of your lips. He settles your ass in his lap, lazily sliding his cock through your soaked folds. The angle has your clit grazing against his pubic hair and the firm skin of his balls and you whine around Andrei, making his dick twitch on your tongue. Martin keeps slicking his cock up on you, the head of him glancing between your asscheeks but never going any farther.

“Look so pretty from this angle,” Martin drawls in a strangled voice, kneading your ass. “How’s she look from over there, Svech?”

Andrei’s hands cradle your cheeks as you hollow them around his dick. He lets out a guttural groan as the tip of him hits against the back of your throat, saliva dripping down his length and coating his balls. “Goddamn, fucking dream,” he replies, muttering something in Russian and thrusting his hips forward to fuck your mouth briefly. Tears stream down your cheeks and heat builds in your stomach. Your nose presses against the coarse hairs at the base of his cock and you flatten your tongue against the vein on the underside of him.

Martin grips your hips and shifts behind you, lining up the head of his cock at your entrance and punching his hips forward, sliding into you in one smooth thrust. You gasp around Andrei’s cock, jolted forward by the force of Martin’s thrust. He’s buried inside of you to the hilt, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust.

Pleasure builds low in your stomach, your cunt and jaw stretched to their limits as your body is pushed between the two men. Every time Martin thrusts into you, your mouth slides further down on Andrei’s cock until you think they may touch somewhere in your stomach. Andrei holds onto your face, lazy rolls of his hips forcing his cock deeper.

“Arch your back,” Martin coaxes a hand over your spine, pressing down against the dip right above your ass. “Let me get deeper.”

You arch instinctively and lean back, grinding against his cock, hollowing your cheeks around Andrei. Tears blur your vision and Andrei’s thumbs swipe under your eyes. Your tongue swirls over the head of Andrei’s cock and you can feel him leaking down your throat, his balls tightening up under your chin.

“S’close,” Andrei mutters, tangling one hand in your hair, sliding the other down to cradle your chin. Your arms and legs tremble from holding your body weight up, but any shift in position would have either one of them deeper than you’re able to handle.

Martin’s hands are all over your back, rubbing over your ass and when he leans forward, sending his cock pressing up against your cervix in a punch of painful pleasure, he brings his hands under your hips and runs the pads of his fingers against your swollen, sensitive clit. The touch makes you moan, the noise muffled, and Andrei curses in Russian, fucking his hips wildly into your face. He loses his rhythm and his grip on your hair tightens until he’s shouting your name and coming in hot spurts down your throat. You swallow as he comes, cum and drool leaking out of your mouth, Martin still pounding away into your cunt. The force of his thrusts jostles your entire body, keeping Andrei’s cock deep in your throat.

“Gorgeous, my gorgeous girl,” Martin praises you while Andrei finishes, his cock slipping from your mouth. You look up at him and he looks wrecked, sweat dripping down his forehead and a dazed look in his eye. You cough a little, chin dropping to your chest for a second until Martin uses his arm at your waist to haul you upright, back against his chest. He bounces you on his cock until you’re sobbing his name hoarsely, your own fingers slipping over your clit to try and relieve the ache.

Andrei leans back on the mattress, palming at his cock and watching your face as Martin sends you over the edge. He grins lazily when you come, “never seen a prettier face.”

Martin comes a moment after you, filling your pussy until it leaks out around him. He keeps you propped against his chest, peppering your neck with soft kisses until you’re whining and trying to push away from him, his softening cock still too big inside of your sore cunt. “Three,” he laughs, ghosting a hand over your breast and tweaking at your nipple.

“What’s the record?” Andrei asks curiously, fingers twitching at his side before he decides that he’ll reach out and play with your other breast. His fingers are calloused too, different than Martin’s, but his touch is gentle and you sigh softly. You’re still sitting on Martin’s lap, slumped lazily against his chest.

Your fingers play over Martin’s wrist, stroking his skin. “Four,” you murmur, breaking off in a sharp gasp when Andrei leans forward and sucks the nipple he had been rolling between his fingers into his mouth, laving over the pebbled bud with his tongue flat. Martin tweaks the other nipple and you yelp a little. “It’s - I’m not -“ You’re not even sure what you were going to say, the words disappearing into the air as your brain short circuits.

“You have at least two more in you,” Andrei says, mouth popping off of your nipple. He looks up at Martin and winks. “We can get here there, teamwork, yes?”

“I’m happy to assist,” Martin grins and the next thing you know, you’re flat on your back, ass hanging off the edge of the bed, with your ankles propped up on Andrei’s shoulders.

You blink up at him, still hazy from your last orgasm, and say, “I’m not gonna be able to finish again, guys.” Your thighs are shaking, skin glistening with your arousal and Martin’s cum. You can still feel your cunt clenching around nothing.

Martin’s at your head, leaning over you to give you a kiss. His tongue slides over yours and you feel yourself react, liquid heat pooling between your legs and your stomach tightening.

“I think you can,” Andrei says from between your legs, fingers squeezing at your inner thighs before they ghost over your clit. “You’re soaked, little pussy dripping for us.” Your hips buck up involuntarily and you nearly bite Martin’s tongue off. He laughs into your mouth and pulls back, cupping your cheek.

“Be a good girl for Andrei,” he says, pulling at your lower lip with the pad of his thumb. You nod up at him, lost in those brown eyes that you love so much. “He’s going to make you feel good.”

You know he will and you can feel the excitement between your legs, hips wiggling against the wet patch that’s forming under your ass. “Mmm,” you hum, propping up on one elbow to get a look at Andrei between your legs. His cock is already half-hard again, unbelievable after he just came in your mouth, but you know from experience that professional athletes are ready to go at a moment’s notice. “Let me—“ you reach for his cock and Andrei lets one of your legs fall from his shoulder.

“Ah, fuck,” he grunts when you wrap your hand around his cock, moving your hand in slow, deliberate strokes. The mix of your saliva and his cum makes it an easy glide and he bucks his hips into your hand as you work to bring him to fully erect. His cock bobs up against his bare stomach, leaving a slick smear, and you grin at him, leaning back on the mattress again.

“Go ahead,” you tease breathless, letting your legs fall open. “I’m all yours.”

You’re starting to feel a little insane, greedy for another orgasm despite the throbbing wreck between your legs. You’ve had Andrei’s fingers and his tongue and Martin’s cock. It only seems fair that you get to feel Andrei’s cock filling you up too.

“Remember the rule,” Martin says from behind you and you feel him move, hear the drawer of your bedside table open, and then Andrei’s hand is shooting up to catch the condom Martin tosses to him. Martin leans down to kiss you again. He plays with your breasts while Andrei tears open the condom, rolling it onto his cock in a practiced move. Your back is arching off the bed before Andrei even touches you, sensitive from Martin’s fingers and then lips on your nipples. He leans over your head, biting gently at the swell of your breast and you think he’ll pull away once Andrei’s got your legs back up on his shoulders, but he doesn’t.

It makes sense, in some hazy part of your brain, that even though Martin is sharing you for the night, he’s going to have his hands or mouth on you at every chance he gets. The little hickeys he’s sucking into your skin are his way of making sure Andrei knows who you belong to at the end of the day.

Andrei’s broad form is warm between your legs, his body giving off heat. Or maybe that’s your body. At this point, you’re not sure. Your entire body is a sweaty ball of sensation and sparks fizzle through your veins when the head of Andrei’s cock smacks against your abused clit. A high pitched noise escapes your throat and Andrei makes the same move, “go on, make that noise again, milaya. Be as loud as you can.”

“Svech likes when you’re noisy,” Martin reminds you, playing idly with your hair. He’s on his stomach next to your head and your hand flies up to grab at his hair when Andrei’s hips thrust forward and he slides his cock into you, a sharp moan punched from your lungs. Martin kisses your temple. “I fucking love when you’re noisy.”

The hard heat of Andrei’s cock isn’t so different from Martin’s, but the sensation of the condom is different after just having Martin fuck you bare. Andrei’s cock throbs inside of you, swelling as you clench down on him.

Andrei’s head hangs low as he watches his cock disappear into your cunt and you can’t think, can’t form a coherent word. You’re already stretched out from Martin’s cock, but it doesn’t feel like that did anything with the way Andrei is stuffing you full. Your fingers twist in Martin’s hair, the other hand gripping at the sheets, hips held in place by Andrei’s huge hands while he fucks into you. The wet noise is obscene, and you’re panting, gasping for air with each thrust.

“Look at you, so sweet,” Andrei murmurs, breaking off into Russian again. That’s his tell, you’re learning, that he’s starting to lose control as he gets closer to his own orgasm.

Your hips are burning from the angle and Martin’s at your ear, whispering to you, biting at your earlobe. It’s too much and somehow not enough and you’re right there, right at the edge. “I need- fuck -“ you can’t form words.

“She’s right there, Svech,” Martin tells his teammate. “Give her clit a little rub, she’ll come all over your cock, nothing like it.”

Andrei nods, grunting a little on a thrust and then his fingers are on your clit and he’s rolling it between his fingers, filling you until you can barely breathe and with a shriek, you’re pushed over the edge, your orgasm hitting like a freight train, cunt clenching down around Andrei’s cock until he’s coming too, filling the condom with a shout of your name. He keeps thrusting into you sloppily until you’re both limp, his knee resting against the mattress to hold his body up. Your legs shake and he presses a sweet little kiss against the inside of each of your knees before setting your legs down on the mattress. You both hiss when he pulls out, the smooth glide of the condom strange after Martin’s bare cock.

“Four,” Andrei pants smugly.

“I’m not doing another,” you whine, catching your breath and turning your head to bury your face against Martin’s arm. Tears track down your cheeks, overstimulation making your entire body tremble.

Andrei’s at the foot of the bed, kneeling on the floor with his forearms on the mattress. You kick at him lightly, really just a twitch of your foot against his shoulder, and he traps your ankle with one hand. “I mean it,” you repeat. “I can’t feel anything from the waist down. I’m overwhelmed.”

“Take a breath,” Martin says. “You said you were done and then you screamed Svech’s name so loud the neighbors are going to be worried.”

“Give us one more,” Andrei pouts, all giant brown cow eyes and poked out lower lip.

Martin’s giving you the same pouty look and you can feel your resistance cave, not that it was overly strong to begin with. Sweat is dripping down your back and you roll a little onto your side, trying to unstick from the sheets.

“You can pick,” Martin says, sitting up and pulling you onto his lap. You go with him like a limp doll, curling up against his chest. “However you want and then we’re done.”

“Unless you want more after,” Andrei winks.

“I don’t know,” you murmur. “It’ll be fast, I’m already halfway there just sitting in your lap,” you admit, shifting, feeling your clit throb.

“Mm,” Martin hums and rubs your back. He looks over at Andrei and they communicate silently. It’s weird to watch, like they’re back on the ice, planning a pass or whatever. You’d almost feel left out if you weren’t literally covered in both of their sweat and cum. While they communicate silently, Martin’s hand drifts lower until he’s absently stroking clit, fingers dipping between your folds with no real purpose. You shiver, clenching around nothing and bury your face in his neck. Arousal drips around his fingers and down your thighs. Your stomach twists and your breathing stutters the more Martin touches you and when he pulls his hand away, you groan, “what was that?”

“What was what?” Martin asks and you think you might hate him just a little bit, until he kisses the corner of your mouth and repositions you over his thigh, leg hair catching on your clit almost immediately and making you exhale harshly.

“Horrible man,” you groan. “Someone better give me that orgasm I was promised.” You move your hips over Martin’s thigh absently, getting his skin slick and gliding easily, almost there again when he lifts you as easily as a doll and settles you back up against the pillows. You scowl at him, the aborted orgasm throbbing through your body.

“Patience, miláček,” Martin kisses the outside of your thigh and shifts off to the side, making room on the mattress for Andrei. They’re both on their stomachs in front of you, in between your spread legs, and you have no idea what they’re doing.

“What-?”

Martin pulls your leg open just a little more, your cunt wide open to them.

Andrei’s fingers wrap around your other thigh and squeeze. “It’s going to be a race,” he says, brown eyes dancing with mischief.

“A race?” You repeat faintly, wondering what the hell that means. They’re wearing matching devilish looks, so it can’t be anything good.

“Svechy gets your little clit, and I get everything else,” Martin says. “Whoever makes you come first-“

“Is the winner?” You raise an eyebrow at them.

“Gets to lick you clean,” Andrei corrects you with a smirk.

“Oh,” you gasp and then there’s nothing but hands on your body, calloused fingers rubbing against your clit and curled up against your g-spot, pumping in and out of your soaked cunt. Both men are encouraging and praising you in English and then Czech and Russian, your brain too fuzzy to comprehend any of it beyond the tight coil of pleasure low in your stomach. Martin’s fingers pump faster, Andrei’s pinch your clit. You writhe under their touch, Andrei clamping his free hand down on your hip so you can’t move as much. Your foot kicks out, glancing against Martin’s side but he doesn’t care, doubling his efforts with his fingers.

“Oh my god- oh my god! Martin! Andrei - fuck!” You babble unintelligibly, pressure building until it bursts and you’re gushing around their fingers, soaking their faces, the sheets under you. Your entire body goes limp, flopped back against the pillows, breath sawing in and out of your lungs.

“Fuck,” Andrei lets out a low whistle. He sticks his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean.

Martin chuckles, gently pulls his fingers from your cunt and you wince at the feeling, every nerve ending on fire. “I think it’s a tie,” he teases, wiping at his face.

“I think I’m dead,” you mutter, eyes shut, breathing ragged. “I think you both killed me.”

One of them kisses your lower stomach and you feel them move, get off the bed, and start padding around the room. Your legs twitch a little as you try and stretch out, head completely empty of thoughts and totally blissed out. You crack an eye open when the mattress dips and Andrei’s there with a damp washcloth. He quirks his lips at you and holds it up. “I think if we try to lick you clean, you will kill us,” he teases and you nod.

He wipes between your legs gently, carefully while you close your eyes again. You hiss when he gets too close to your clit with the rough cloth and he pulls back, apologizing before going in even more gently than before.

The mattress dips on your other side and there’s Martin, holding three bottles of Gatorade and a slice of toast with peanut butter on it. He sets everything to the side and helps you sit up once Andrei’s done. “Have a bite,” he holds the toast to your lips with one hand and tosses Andrei the Gatorade with the other. You chew and feel stupidly taken care of. Andrei guzzles back half the bottle in one gulp and leans one hand on the mattress to look at you. You sip at your own Gatorade while Martin takes a huge bite out of your peanut butter toast.

Both men are red faced and sweaty, Andrei’s hair flopped over his forehead and Martin’s sticking up in spikes. You can only imagine how debauched you look.

“Look at that,” you smirk, swallowing your Gatorade, “beat the record after all.”

#andrei svechnikov x reader x martin nečas #andrei svechnikov x reader #martin nečas x reader #nhl fic

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moonhoures · 2 years ago

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his

pairing: sunghoon (enhypen) + reader (fem.)

genre: non-idol!au, smut, fluff (if you squint)

warnings: explicit smut, 18+, minors do not interact, porn w/o plot, blond!hoon, dom!hoon, bondage, mild nipple play, oral (m receiving) / deep throating, pet names “doll” “baby” “toy” & “princess” for reader, dirty talk, d/s dynamics, finger sucking, sunghoon slaps reader once across the face, cum swallowing

word count: ~1.6K

a/n: this is just filthy & self indulgent to be completely honest. enjoy 🤠

posted: july 20, 2023

Having sex with Sunghoon felt like a new experience nearly every time. You two had been together for only a few months, but you learned very early on that he was a wild card under the sheets. He liked to try new things often, and he didn’t mind switching dynamics at a moment’s notice. Luckily, he had found a willing partner in you. You loved him enough to do just about anything he wanted to do. Of course, you had your boundaries just as he did. And the two of you were really good about communicating and respecting each other’s hard ‘no’s.

One thing Sunghoon—and most men everywhere—enjoyed was a good blowjob. But with him there was almost always a twist. Today, he wanted your hands bound to the corners of your headboard. He secured your wrists in some soft, ribbon-like ropes he had at the bottom of his sock drawer. You lied flat on your back on your bed, naked, with your arms outstretched and restricted.

He had also stripped down to nothing, carefully straddling your chest. The A/C was circulating in your room to help you two accommodate to the summer heat coming in from outside. However, it was causing your skin to erupt in goosebumps as you were fully exposed to the chilly air. Usually Sunghoon would offer to cover you both up with a blanket, but he kind of enjoyed watching you squirm. Even more so, he enjoyed seeing your nipples so hard.

His fingertips toyed with the peaks of your breasts, holding back the urge to grin when you elicited a tiny whimper.

“Are you okay, doll?”

You nodded in response, though you couldn’t move your head much from the position you were in. Your pillow was propped underneath your head to keep it at an incline for him.

“You know what to do if it’s gets to be too much, right?” he questioned, lightly dragging his nails down the center of your chest. Your back arched slightly off the mattress. You nodded again, “Good.”

He leaned down, putting his face just an inch above yours. He teased you with his warm breath fanning your lips, making you yearn for the kiss that was just out of reach. Just as you were growing frustrated, he generously gave you what you wanted. His lips captured yours, moving against them fluidly. His tongue massaged yours passionately. All the while, you could feel him dragging his cock along your sternum, the heavy appendage (along with his balls) growing harder and harder by the second. After a couple minutes of a hot make out session, he pulled away, sitting up tall on his knees again. He shifted his hips forward until his erection was tapping against your bottom lip, demanding entrance.

You obliged without a second thought, opening your mouth wide enough for him to slide his dick inside. He groaned lowly as he felt your wet tongue underneath him for the first time that day. He swore it felt better every time. Small gagging noises filled the room as he started to shallowly thrust between your lips. While you sucked him off he praised you, acknowledging how well you were taking him. How you were his sweet girl. His princess.

“You like taking everything I give you, don’t you, baby?” he asked, knowing you couldn’t speak. Still, he smiled when you nodded to the best of your ability. There was that familiar, submissive spark in your eye; it was one of his favorite parts about being dominant with you, “You like being my toy, huh? You like it when I tie you up and use you like this?”

This time you let out a choked noise as you tried to nod again. He cooed, removing his cock from your mouth until only his tip was between your wet, puffed lips, “Good girl. You’re doing so good. You’re alright?”

You whispered out a meek, “Yes.”

He smiled softly at you. Too softly for how roughly he was about to shove his cock down your throat.

His hand reached up, moving your hair away from your face. It was a deceivingly kind gesture. He used that hand to keep your head still as he thrusted harshly back into your mouth, making you gag several times from the pressure and pace of his movements. Your thighs were starting to tense from how tightly you kept pressing them together. You were getting needy.

He let up on you, giving you a chance to breathe. You took ragged breaths as his hand slid down from the top of your head to your cheek. His fingers trailed down to the side of your neck, cupping just below your ear. His eyes watched you struggle to regain a normal breathing pattern while simultaneously licking the head of his dick diligently. You were so good for him, always wanting to please him. He was already planning a good reward for you.

His hips moved back, taking his erection away from your mouth completely. Your puppy-like eyes looked up at him through your lashes, watching his satisfied eyes watch you. Your skin was tickled as one of his hands moved to your breast, skimming over the supple skin before pinching your nipple teasingly. He chuckled at the whine you let out, finding it cute. The other hand cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing over your cheekbone before pausing at the corner of your mouth.

His dark brown eyes peered at you through the messy blond fringe that hung over his eye. He contemplated for only a second before dipping the tip of his thumb between your lips. You eagerly followed his thoughts without a word spoken between you two. Your lips enclosed around the knuckle of his thumb, tongue swirling over the digit as your eyes closed. You reveled in the taste of his skin. Sunghoon—and you—felt his cock twitch against your chest.

“I love my little doll,” he said, removing his thumb from your mouth. He rubbed the spit that lingered on it onto your lips, letting the mess spread over the corner of your mouth and onto your chin. He returned the digit to your cheekbones, rubbing the smooth skin there once more, “You love me, too, don’t you?”

Not even a second passed before you were nodding.

Your head was cocked to the side as a pleasurable sting vibrated across your cheek. You had let out a loud gasp without realizing it. Your boyfriend’s hand gently took your chin in its grasp, bringing you to look at him again. Tears were brimming in your eyes from the slap he gave you.

“Use your words, baby. You love me, don’t you?” he repeated his question with a stern tone that somehow was also dripping with a honey-like sweetness to it. Your heart was thumping so loudly in your chest that you could hear it in your own ears.

“Yes, Hoon. I love you so much,” you whimpered, thighs rubbing together again.

“I know,” he smugly replied.

Both of his hands reached up to your face, cupping your cheeks as he leaned down again to kiss you. This kiss was different from the last. It was light-hearted and full of tenderness. Without words he managed to tell you that he would never hurt you. That he loved you so much. That he was going to take care of you so well as soon as he decided this was over.

He pulled away only a few centimeters, teasing your lips with his tongue. Every time your tongue chased out for his, he retracted it. His breathy laugh covered your face, making you pout. He apologized, giving you one last, lingering kiss before he sat back up and returned to fucking your face mercilessly.

You wanted to give him a good orgasm. He deserved it. You put all your energy into sucking him the way he liked, even though you couldn’t use your hands like you wanted to. You hummed against him, using the vibrations to your advantage, and it worked. He threw his head back and moaned your name followed by a weak ‘Fuck!’. You swallowed him as deeply as you could, until you couldn’t physically take him anymore. You moved your head back and forth as quickly as humanely possible, earning song-like moans from him. He was getting close, you could tell.

His hand reached for the top of your head again, holding you while he thrusted. You prepared your throat for his cum, closing your eyes as he abused your mouth.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he grunted, hips stuttering with each word. His body twitched with every spurt of cum that fell onto your tongue and slid down your throat. You groaned on his softening shaft, trying to remind him that you needed to breathe.

He quickly withdrew his cock, the appendage falling onto your chest with a thick sound. You swallowed, only subtly grimacing from the taste. Even with the light stream of tears running out of the corner of your eyes down your cheeks. Even with puffy, messy lips. Even with drool on your chin. He still thought you were the prettiest person in the world. Because you were his. His beautiful little mess. His little toy to ruin.

Sunghoon leaned down again, ravaging your lips with his. He didn’t care that he could taste himself on your lips and tongue; if anything it only turned him on even more. His pointed teeth snagged on your lip, biting you deliciously as he moaned against you. His other hand gripped your breast in his hand, kneading the flesh roughly as he continued to rut his cock against your stomach. Was he getting hard again already?

“You okay?” his voice was softer, soothing as he placed a sweet kiss against your cheek.

“Mhm,” you nodded, eyelids fluttering closed. Your energy was getting lower.

“Does my baby want her reward now or later?” he asked, peppering kisses on your neck while he waited for your answer.

Your upper body was sore. Your jaw had the slightest hint of an ache settling in. You were still trying to catch your breath. But you knew whatever reward he had in mind would be a good one. So you ignored the reasonable voice in your head, opting to listen to the devilish, horny voice instead.

“Now, please.”

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fangisms · 2 years ago

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war is over

A/N: i figure this takes place sometime around the holidays 1996?? that seems like the cleanest place for me to shove it <3

Pairings: George Weasley x GN!Reader

Summary: George comforts you over your losses and grief during the war. 1.0k words.

Warnings: established relationship, the mf 2nd wizard war, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, stress/anxiety, mentions of grief/loss, pet names (poppet, love), the ultimate trifecta: crying kissing cuddling

It had been a long holiday. With apocalypse looming and hopelessness rearing its ugly head, it had been difficult to focus on festivities and warmth. The mug of hot chocolate cupped in your palms seemed to burn right through your skin. You felt cold though swaddled in sweaters and blankets and embers and touch.

When you retreated upstairs, George had followed you with delicate strides. He’d give you space until he was required of you. Which was almost immediately with how you beckoned him to lay down beside you as your head hit his pillow.

And now you’re tucked under his chin, arms folded with yours over his knitted and monogrammed sweater while your cheek is pressed to his shoulder. The whispers of small talk between you simmered for long enough when you fell silent. If he had to guess, he’d say you’d grown too tired, but that was before you rattled in his arms and took a choked breath in.

“What’s bothering you, poppet?”

You sob and curl into his side, pressing your knees up against his thighs and balling your fists, clenching your teeth out of frustration and exhaustion.

“I…”—a tear slips down your upper lip and your damp lashes squint closed—“I understand what we’re fighting for—what we’re all fighting for, and I know we’ve all put in far too much effort to waste, I mean—the things people have done for this war and this cause is incredible and once it’s over and we win, lives will be changed, but”—you shake your head and press the hard heels of your palms to your eye sockets—“sometimes… it feels like we've lost too much. We've lost... so much. And I'm so sick of it.”

George swallows hard. He turns, tip of his nose pressed to your hairline as you agonize over your long-suffered grief. He takes a deep breath, only drawing the pads of his fingertips down your arm while your fist tightens around the sternum of his sweater.

He waits until you’ve begun to mediate your inner conflict. Your bones settle and you breathe like usual, and he can finally tilt your chin up and look you in the eye. He brushes his thumb over the supple and wet apple of your cheek. And he whispers:

“You’re right.”

You recoil slightly, a serious pout drawing your lips into an upside down half moon of disappointment. Until his lips meet the tender bridge of your nose.

“We are far too young to be so worried about the problems left for us by our parents,” he huffs, “But I think… at least I hope… that our dark cloud has the brightest silver lining waiting for us.”

It’s hard to believe. He’s never sounded so corny, you think, he’s officially lost it. But he smiles and curls his hand at the base of your skull and you want to trust all of him.

“Something wonderful is going to come of this war that is not going to come together until everybody’s shaking hands and dancing and we’re finally free of the horrid thing keeping us all in the dark.”

Fine. As hard as it is to accept his hope and rosiness, you are desperate for it. You want to share his awful optimism and bathe in whatever gold-crested fountain he was born from.

His fingertips feather and skirt across your face, behind your ear, beneath your lips, over your eyelids. So gentle you wouldn’t dare stop him. You can’t bring yourself to resist the slow and steady smile creeping across your face.

Then Molly shouts, “Dinner’s ready, my loves!”

His weight shifts to the edge of the bed. You open your eyes and curl your fist around the hem of his sweater. He turns to flash you a sweet smile.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

His warm hand cups the sude of your face as he dips down and softens you with a sturdy kiss. And when he tries you pull away, you urge him with another. And another.

“Come on, poppet,” George chuckles, “We’ll feel better once we’ve eaten.”

He assists you in sitting up but you still grown and flop against him like a rag doll. He couldn’t be happier. Neither could you as you hum and listen for the hushed footfalls racing down the stairs and the raucous laughter and the warmth that seeps in through every wall.

He kisses your knuckles and you whine in protest.

“One more minute.”

It’s muffled because your face is squished against his shoulder, so he laughs heartily and deeply but out of kindness.

“Alright! Minute’s up, I’m hungry”—he pats your knee with determination yet—“You’re mad if you think I’ll let you starve me just because I love you.”

You slip out of the bed, wobbling over to stand between his legs and pout—quite unserreptitiously—“So you love me?”

“Of course I love you.” You lean down to kiss him and pull away just as he closes his eyes. And as you do, his eyes snap open. “But I also love food!”

He leads you by the hand, hurried down the steps to the table, making sure to sit beside you with his fingers intertwined with yours.

The food is warm and soft and the people around you are gentle and soft-spoken and all of it fills you with comfort and relief. With confidence and just an inkling of hope. An inkling of hope to stake a battle on. To build purpose on. And maybe, you think, there are things greater than yourself that are worth fighting for.

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#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley x gn!reader #george weasley fanfic #fluff #fanfic #hp universe #x reader #x gn reader #x gn!reader #angst #hurt/comfort #established relationship

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masonmtxo · 1 year ago

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Gif credit @masonreds

I cant stop thinking about coming home and walking into your bedroom to see him sitting at the end of your bed in his boxers waiting for the shower to heat up after he has been for a run. You can see from the doorway his skin is damp from sweat and before you have time to scold him for sitting on the duvet, you’re distracted by the sight of his body. His abs look even more pronounced covered in a sheen of sweat, his thigh muscles think and bulging, but most importantly, the way his dark green boxers cling to his crotch. You can see the familiar outline of his cock and balls, the boxers doing very little to disguise what he was packing beneath them. There was something about the softness of his body contrasting with the sexiness of seeing him so exposed to you that had your stomach fluttering in an instant, feeling yourself start to soak your panties.

He greeted you with his usual, “hi baby,” gesturing for you to make your way over to him to stand between his legs for a kiss.

His face changed to one of confusion as you pulled away from the kiss quickly, instantly dropping to your knees, hands gripping his thighs and slowly creeping up to slip over the legs of his boxers, nails gently scratching the skin and you maintained eye contact. Mason’s darkened automatically, clocking onto the sort of mood you were in in an instant.

Without words you broke away from his gaze, fixating on the sight in front of you. You grinned to yourself as you leant it, placing a kiss to his sternum before trailing a string of pecks until you met his nipple, teasingly nibbling as he let out a deep groan, hand coming to meet the back of your head and grip your hair. Without pausing, your loving continued, giving his over nipple the same treatment before making your way down his abs, sucking, kissing and biting his skin as you went, making a quite diversion to place a loving peck to the mole on his belly you adored so much. As you reached the waistband of his boxers your heard him whimper your name, pulling at your hair in a silent request. You ignoring his pleas, lips trailing over the top of the waistband, his cock now hard and twitching beneath the layer than separated you from direct contact with his skin. You used your lips to guide you to his tip, grinning to yourself when you found the damp spot created by his precum, instantly darting your tongue out to find the familiar but muted taste, only making you more desperate for the real thing. You kissed over his tip lightly, tonguing at it through his boxers until he was a whimpering mess.

You pulled off him in an instant when you felt the hand from the back of you head release you, inside driving into his boxers and attempting to pull himself from the confinements.

“Na ah Mr, not yet” you drawled, tucking him back into his boxers and snapping the waistband as you did, his entire body twitching as the elastic pinged against the head of his dick, so hard from the teasing it was barely confined by the material, “first, you need to get your sweaty ass off my nice clean duvet.”

#idk wtf just came over me help #this isnt proof read or anything #i just wrote posted and ran #mason mount

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jjungkooksthighs · 6 months ago

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"Still got some rebelliousness left in you, huh, whore?" He tests, his teeth rimming her earlobe, "Looks to me like I will have to fuck that out of you, too."

No sooner have the words been said than he kneels behind her, the hand he's got collared around her neck tugging her up so he's sat on his knees with her astride him. Like this, she can't see him, but gods can she feel him. Her spine is pressed against his sternum, the pang of his heart against his ribs fast and strong through the deep, heavy breaths he takes as he adjusts to the new position. His knot stays lodged inside her, his hips now slowing in the way he grinds into her. Thrusting is impossible now with how big his cock has swelled within her, his knot stretching her abused cunt possessively.

His fingers never cease their torturously delightful ministrations on the clump of nerves they seem to have an affinity for, the pervasive ache between her legs spreading the longer he touches her. Still, she couldn't deny to herself that his lapse of restraint with her was...well, hot.

"We're done when I say we're done, slut. And I am not done with you until you’ve creamed all over my fingers," the warm breath against her ear disappears, and then a hot, soft, fleshy tongue is flattened and dragged down the nape of her neck, "Until that devious little body of yours can’t even move anymore. Until you remember every curve and vein of my cock, you naughty fucking slut.”

Each word is punctuated by a langorous swerve of his hips into hers, his fingers curling around her neck so he can press in, the warm dullness in her skull soon setting in. Her body moves for her, her head falling back onto his shoulder as he groans at the way her body shakes atop him. Even her pussy is beginning to quiver with the telltale signs of her oncoming orgasm as he spreads her juices between her folds and then sliding them back up and around her clit. With the little strength that pumps through her, it’s all she can do to try to shakily flounce in attempt to flee.

The action has irritation pricking his balls, and the laughter that descends his lips is one void of mirth. “You will not escape me, you spoiled little brat.” He presses his mouth to the back of her neck, his teeth leaving twin blood-red lines in their wake as he drags them down the column of her spine. “If you think you’re going anywhere with my knot inside you, you really must have been fucked dumb, whore.”

She squirms, and his teeth scrape across the flesh between her shoulder blades harder in punishment. The hot pain, unsurprisingly, is pleasurable in the way he aggressively licks at her as if a hungered male. Even his fingers are greedy with how they bend and curve over her clit, pushing hard against the button of nerves there like he can’t get enough of it when she moans and cries.

“S-Sorry…alpha,” she breathily says through the rising wave of ecstasy that rolls toward her, “didn’t mean…. too much…”

It’s too hard to think when she’s so full. From where he’s still lodged inside her, it aches. Everything fucking aches.

But still he works her with his fingers, toying and playing with her like she’s some kind of toy. The realization comes just as he tugs on the bond, splaying his presence over her.

His chest contracts as he growls, “You tell me it’s too much, but you’re the one who wanted this. You’re the one who wanted to drive me fucking crazy.” His fingers move quicker and swifter as he uses the pads of his fingers to draw the letters of her name over her clit, “I want you to lose yourself to me, too. And you will, my precious fucking slut. Now come for me one more time.” His fingers squeeze around her throat, and he forces her to turn her head, his lips hovering against hers as he orders, “And this time, I want you to look at me when you come on my fingers with my knot–with my very fucking seed–inside you.”

As if he’s her maker, he winds her up with his fingers and mouth. Her body, absent of her mind, obeys his will, and when her vision is pooling in morning but him, that same vision goes white as another tsunami of pleasure floods her being.

His tongue is there, licking a stripe up her chin and over her lips that she involuntarily parts to release the whimpering and crying. That devilish thing delves into her mouth, touching all that it can. Claiming all that it can.

Those golden eyes flash an icy silver for a moment, and then he taunts, “Good girl. Or at least, that’s what I would have said if you hadn’t lied, denied, and tried me.”

Her heart stutters at his words, the icy silver that flashes through freezing her in place, a whimper leaving her trembling lips.

"Y-you.." she slurs, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths she desperately tries to take in. "Y-you're.. still mad.." Is it a statement, or a question? She doesn't know. He growls into her neck, his tongue licking at the punctures, his teeth lightly grazing her skin as if to taunt her, pleasure rushing through again. His fingers don't stop their ministrations on her already overstimulated clit, and the stretch she feels from his knot is nearly suffocating. Yet, it makes her heart flutter and her cheeks redden from how intimate this is. Her back arches of its own accord when he lightly taps against the little bundle of nerves, a loud cry leaving her again, incoherent pleas and whispers of his name the only sounds she can get out. He chuckles, loving how sensitive she's become now, his mere touch making her moan out and writhe under him. "s-sir.." she begs, voice breathy, so exhausted that she's barely heard. "i.." She stutters when her eyes meet his. Fuck.. he looks hot. Sweat drips from the dark locks of his hair, the sheen on his golden skin making him look ethereal, his lips parted, his fangs glinting sadistically under the moonlight. The golden hue in his eyes is no longer present. The warmth seems to seep away from them, and instead, a cold blanket of ivory white takes over permanently, the strokes in his irises resembling shards of ice, his gaze piercing her, burning down the words that desperately try to make their way out of her. She can't help but whimper, unable to decipher why it is that he still seems mad. "alpha.." she whimpers out his name, eyebrows furrowed as she lowers her gaze when she grows shy, her cheeks sporting a light tint of red now. However, his hand strikes her clit with force as a punishment, and she cries out loud, the pain and pleasure shoot through her fucking spine, back arching deliciously before her eyes quickly meet his. "Speak, omega." he growls, his middle fingers now pressing down on her nerves, drawing out cries from her, tears streaming down her face again. She shakes her head, her hips jerking away, the overstimulation far too much for her to bear, her muscles exhausted from the strain. "P-please.." she begs. "I-" her shoulders slump in defeat. "A-at least- a small.. b-break.." she panics, sobbing out when he draws small circles around the sensitive flesh. She can feel the coil in her abdomen tighten again, her fourth orgasm nearing mercilessly. "T-too much! S-sir..! Please!"

The longer that he keeps his fingers attached to her, the more desperate she becomes. Her voice lifts higher in pitch with her whines, and her hips have begun to move with a mind of their own as they lurch and lug up and away from him.

One particularly forceful push of his digits into her clit makes the feverish sparks igniting her core kindle even harsher a sensation, her hips bucking against his. The movement causes her mouth to be dislodged from his own, a string of saliva threading itself from his mouth to hers before breaking.

He watches it, and then the hand that he's got leashing her around her throat only closes tighter in punishment as those eyes harden like shards as he gives an order as cold as any winter night. "I wasn't asking when I said you're going to cum around my cock with that used cunt of yours, whore." His other hand grips at her hip, and without any warning, he forces her hips to still. Like this, he has a perfect view of those pretty eyes of hers that remind him of hazel. They are blown wide, a product of the pleasure that had taken her over. And as he chokes her lightly, all that defiance lighting those irises up before has been doused in favor of the haze of lust that clouds them. "You can handle it, and you will handle it. I have to make sure you do not forget what it is to be ravaged by me. To be used like a cock sleeve and be made to feel like nothing but a hole for me to fuck after how much of a little bitch you've been to your alpha."

He watches a myriad of expressions contort her lovely face, and he doesn't need to tap their bond to know why those brown brows of hers pull together as she whimpers at the feverish pace his digits rub her engorged button with.

With his knot fully stretching her from within and his hand grasping her with an iron-clad hold, she can't move anymore. With his other fingers curled around her neck, there is little she can do but cry out in the hopes that he will allow her mercy.

"You will not get mercy from me this night, you harlot." He melds his chest to her spine, the erectness and softness of his nipples skimming her skin as the pleasing feeling of lightness ebbs and flows from where he holds her by her neck. "You wonder what I could possibly be upset about, but I have already told you several times over. Did I fuck you so hard that you don't even remember, slut?"

Words are just as hard to come by as the air that strains to reach her head from how tight his clutches are. None of it hurts, for he knows just where to push and squeeze after having explored her body and learning of all that made her tick so many times before.

It's all she can do to beg.

He always liked it when she begged.

"P-please, alp-"

She's silenced when that traitorous tongue of his snakes along the edge of her jaw before it slides up her cheek. "That's not the answer I'm looking for. How pathetic that you only know how to beg like the whore you are." He drums his fingers against the sore, aching bud of her cunt, his warm breath treading along the trail of saliva he'd left on her face as he tells her, "I'm angry with you because you deceived me. You humiliated me. You rejected me." He seizes her mouth with his, his sight wandering to the lone female who stares at them through the window from behind a thick tree trunk in the distance, her lips parted and bitten.

His voice is there, in his beloved mate's mind, who he wishes could see how fucking much she's got him tied around her little wheat colored finger.

I won't stop until you've felt what you made me endure. And that bitch outside? She can watch as long as she wants. She'll never know the feeling of my fingers playing with her pussy. She'll never feel the big, thick cock that makes you fucking scream. She'll never get to have my tongue claim her body.

He leans into her, her back bending without her mind's input under the weight of him. With his knot still locking them both together, all she can do is bear it as he squeezes into the sides of her throat with one hand while he kneads the letters of his name into the bud of nerves crowning her cunt with his other as her fourth orgasm threatens to crash into her.

His eyes find hers again, the hold he has on her neck leaving her nowhere else to look. When they fall on hers and she sees him, really sees him, that's what sends her over the edge. His own pupils are dilated, the coldness dwelling in them capturing her in its icy cage.

"Show me you're sorry and come. Come all over my fingers and cock until your body can't take it anymore, whore."

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Chapter 13: Well-Oiled Machine

Another update? Within 6 months? It’s a miracle!

Anywho, please let it be known that this chapter does delve into 18+ and thus MINORS DNI PLEASE I do keep track of these things, thank you!

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Red hot, angry tears fall down your cheeks as your furious gaze looks down at the contraption in your hands. It’s a pair of goggles you’re trying to upgrade, but as you try to tighten the cogs with your powers, you’re met with the sound of screeching and then a ‘pop’ as the metal cracks under pressure. For a moment you look down at the now-useless pair of night vision goggles, your eyes trained on the pieces of metal until your nose scrunches up. The tension rolls into your shoulders, slouched as you sit perched atop a rooftop until you let out a furious scream. Your fists tighten and, with every fiber of your magic pouring into your fingertips, the goggles are crushed in your grip.

You keep ripping at the bits of metal that survive your initial attack until there’s nothing left, eventually just chucking them off the rooftop. The dust shards flutter onto the streets below like glittering snow and for a moment, the tears stop and you don’t even realize you’re holding your breath. But then, after a long moment, they start up again tenfold and your breathing starts up all over again, gargled this time.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid…” You chide yourself, ripping your bandana off your head in frustration. You crumple the red fabric into a ball, stuffing your face into it as you curl your legs into you. “Stupid girl with her stupid feelings and stupid machines.” Your voice is a garbled mess as the lump in your throat tightens, your mouth feels phlegmy and all you can smell is the Underground smog ingrained in the fabric of your bandana. “Just had to fuck things up, didn’t you? Can’t do anything right…stupid, stupid, stupid-”

Your hands raise to deliver a strong hit to your head, but the sound of crushed tarmac under someone’s heel alerts you. Without even thinking twice about it, you swing your hand around, latching your powers onto your knife that’s holstered on your belt, and send it in the direction of the footstep. But you feel a whole new sense of panic as you turn to find Vander standing there behind you, your knife gripped tightly in his hand just a few inches away from his sternum. There’s already a thin line of blood leaking from his enclosed hand.

“Well, thankfully you weren’t aiming for my face.” He’s joking, but you feel like having another meltdown all over again.

“Fuck, I’m so so so sorry! I didn’t know it was you, all I heard was the footsteps and-” “Hey.” He cuts you off, and you’re frozen in place. Still sitting, so he’s towering over you in contrast, you’re gazing up at him with your tear-stained face just in silence. Then he crouches down to you, bending at his knees so he can look you in the eye. “Those were good reflexes, don’t apologize for protecting yourself.”

You feel a whole new round of tears begin to prickle at the corner of your eyes, but you tried your best to choke them down. “You went looking for me?” You hiccuped. Vander shrugged and sat down cross-legged in front of you.

“Was pretty clear that something had happened when Silco stormed back in without you.”

You bit your lip. “I thought you were ignoring me…” Hesitantly, you motion to his injured hand, which he hands to you. Holding the meaty limb, you feel the weight as you study the shallow gash that now runs the length of his palm. You wrap it tightly in your bandana.

A large sigh left Vander’s mouth as he rubbed his free hand against his face. “I was, but I was still kind of watching you guys. Then Silco was clearly pissed off and you were nowhere to be found…” he takes his injured hand in yours, interlocking fingers. His hand is so warm, calloused, and engulfs yours with its size. The warmth spreads through you with a happy buzzing, but upon remembering Silco’s words from earlier the buzzing turns into deep regret and your stomach sinks a little. He doesn’t notice, instead just carrying on speaking. “I’m sorry I’ve been a dick lately.”

“I’m the one who fucked up, I should be the one apologizing.” You sigh, pulling your hand back. This makes Vander’s eyebrows purse together, wrinkling a little as he looks down at his now lonely hand.

“I mean, I wasn’t exactly pleased about the job. But that’s not on you. The more I think about it, I can admit when I’m wrong. The job makes a lot of sense, and I’m sorry for how I handled…all that. I know you can take care of yourself and that you’ll be fine. I didn’t mean to cause you this much…” he watches you more. “Is…that not why you’re upset?”

You wanted to be happy about this. Not only was this the first time you and Vander had actually talked in weeks, but he was admitting he believed in you! What you’d been waiting for for weeks was finally happening, but all you could do was sniffle as your sadness continued. “I mean…kinda!” Vander’s eyes squint as he tries oh so hard to read our thoughts. Stubbornly, he takes your hand in his again as if that will help. He holds it softly, but firmly, like a dog possessive over his favorite toy. “What happened with Silco?” There it was, the lone trigger. His words send out the tears in your eyes that had been threatening to spill over.

“Nothing, I just…” You blink hard, trying to blink away the tears. “I didn't know you told him about that night! And now he’s all upset, and…”

"He's seriously still mad about that?" He rolls his eyes. "Shows what I get for talking to him about my lady troubles."

"I thought you forgot about it!" You exclaim, but he just looks back, confused.

“You thought I forgot about that night?”

“Well, you didn’t exactly bring it up! And you were piss drunk!”

Before you’re aware of it, his other hand has come up to your face, pushing a few strands of your hair out of your face. “I’ll never be so drunk as to forget kissing you, Love.”

The heat in your face rises, biting against the nightly cold. His eyes are looking at you again, and although you feel the pull to fall into their depths, you steel yourself as the anxiety in your chest refuses to disperse. Once again, you pull your hand away, this time standing to your feet and beginning to pace back and forth on the roof, fury in each step.

“No, you don’t just get to…” Another frustrated groan. “You can’t just ignore me and then come find me and expect me to just…melt back into your arms as if nothing happened! Is that what you think of me? That I’m some desperate little plaything that you can just come in here with your stupid eyes and your stupid voice and I’ll just roll over for you?”

He’s hurt, it’s all over his expression, but you’re too anxious to apologize right now.

“Do you really think that’s what I think of you, after all this time?”

“What do you even want from me, Vander? You make everything weird with Silco, ignore me for weeks, and then just come strolling back up here while I’m fucking crying my eyes out, and what? I don’t know what you…” You’re only semi-aware of the tears that have started flooding now.

He just shrugs, the bastard. “You know what I want, Minnie.” The words come so simply to him, so easily as if he doesn't understand the weight of them. He probably doesn’t, and the realization of that hits you like a brick wall. Does this idiot not understand what’s at stake here? You realize you’re gawking at him.

“No, actually, I don’t! We’ve tried this, Van, and look how well that turned out! We weren’t healthy! The fighting, getting our friends involved…we’re planning a revolution and keeping our family safe, there’s no room for anything else.”

“We could always try it again. Do it right this time. I’ll be less protective, try this whole ‘communicating my feelings’ business.” He sounds so hopeful. “I’m tired of acting like I don’t miss being yours, Minnie. I think about it, all the time. Every day I see you in the apartment, or while we’re out; and all I want is to be able to talk and laugh and touch you like how I did when we were together. I miss you. These past weeks have been hard and I’m so sorry I got so caught up in my anger…I promise I’ll get better at it!”

You can only let out a dry, humorless laugh. “Do it right? You just spent weeks being mad at me for taking a job! A job that I deliberately hid from you because I knew you’d get all angry guard-dog again! We're just as messy as we were last time."

His nose scrunches up. “We’ll get better at it!”

“Silco’s already mad at me for stealing you away again! We’ll tear up the friend group, for good this time maybe.”

He stands up but hesitates to start approaching you just yet. “Let me handle Silco.”

“That’s not…why are you so insistent on this?”

“Min’, I want you to look me in the eyes.” He starts, and you finally stop pacing. “Do you still love me?”

You freeze, gawking at him once again and gaping like a moronic fish. “I…that has nothing to do with it.”

“Doesn’t it?” He asks, stepping closer. “You’re telling me that you didn’t want me to kiss you that night?”

The heat in your face is back again. “As I said, that has nothing to do with it! It’s more complicated than that.”

“I’m not hearing a ‘no’...” Another step closer. You don’t miss the slight smirk that itches at his lips, and that pisses you off even more. How does this guy so oblivious? You steel yourself, straightening your shoulders and tilting your head up to look him dead-on.

“You and me, we can’t, Vander. We’ve tried, but it didn’t work, we have to move on.”

Another step closer.

“Does that mean you don’t want to?”

His eyes watch as you bite the inside of your cheek, fingers flexing at your side before they ball into fists. “Aye, yeah, that’s what I mean.” You can feel the weakness in your voice, but you try your best to hold up the facade.

Another step closer.

“Right.” He nods in agreement, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “It’s agreed then, we won’t try again.”

“Good.” You nod as well. Your muscles can feel the metal of his belt around his waist, and your powers ache to move your fingers and pull him closer. “It’s what’s for the best.”

“Definitely.” He’s still nodding, a little longer this time. You both stand silently, staring at each other. He’s only about a foot away now, close enough for you to see the way his eyes dilate as they look down at you, the way the broadness of his chest rises and falls when he breathes, the way his muscles are tensing under his sleeves. There’s a new scar, a small line just under his right cheekbone. You don’t know when it got there, or how. The slight gust of wind that blows by ruffles his hair, tendrils of deep brown floating out of his face to show off his leathered skin.

Your eyes betray you, darting down to his lips for just a moment. One, singular, traitorous moment, and you know you’ve lost. Those same lips pull into a smirk as he takes the final step toward you. You see him move, it’s slow at first. His hand brushes through the hair at the base of your scalp, his fingers moving through the short strands with purpose. He doesn’t properly hold your hair yet, simply resting it there, an invitation for what’s to come.

The moment your lips make contact with his, you feel his grasp on your hair tighten. Fingers interlocking with the strands, the pressure is enough for you to tilt your head up even further. He takes full advantage of this, lifting his other hand to hold the newly exposed skin of your neck, and you feel the fabric of your bandana press against you. Those same hands that engulfed yours, now pressed ever so gently against the length of your neck, you feel his thumb resting against your pulse and the heat of his flesh sends sparks of excitement and wanting through your skin. Without any hesitation, you grasp the sides of his vest, wrenching him closer.

His body presses into you, fitting just the way you remember. The feeling makes your brain purr, incentivizing you to keep trying to pull him in. His smell, the feeling of your face in his hands, the way his lips feel against yours. Fuck you had missed all of it, even more than you’d wanted to admit to yourself. There’s a tenderness in his kiss, him holding back despite the pouring amounts of passion and heat. He’s holding you and kissing you as if he’s scared he’ll shatter you like glass. He should know better. When you feel his tongue force its way into your mouth, shocks of electricity run through your spine. It’s like your entire mind and body stall as you’re suddenly fully engulfed with the sensation of just him. For the first time in what feels like forever, you let yourself get fully lost in the sensation of touching him-feeling him next to you, and the way your bodies seem to mesh together so seamlessly. It’s beyond just a kiss now, you both crave more. The desperation is palpable between the two of you, it’s all you can think about. Your knees buckle, but he’s already there to catch you; hands running down to catch the back of your thighs and lifting you. You don’t even think twice before wrapping them around his hips, throwing your arms around his shoulders.

You both inevitably stop to take a breath, pulling your heads up for air. But you don’t open your eyes, and neither does he. The two of you are scared, letting the moment hang for as long as humanly possible. Gasps of air fill the atmosphere around the two of you, chests pressing into one another as they rise and fall with your heavy breaths. You feel so small to him, his hands fitting perfectly in the curves that make up your torso. He’s felt your body so many times, both in reality and in his dreams, but he doesn’t think he’ll ever get properly used to the feeling. He feels the way your body moves under your baggy clothes, the expanding of your ribs as you breathe, and the slight crookedness of your spine as you arch into him.

He breaks the silence first, “Minnie,” But you just shake your head.

“Please-” It sounds like you're pleading, and you’re not entirely sure that you’re not. “Please don’t stop.”

This was such a bad idea.

Stupid.

Reckless.

Downright dangerous.

His lips move to your neck, and all sense of right and wrong is suddenly flung out of your mind and into the Underground streets below. Where there was once tenderness, there was now only a flurry of open-mouthed kisses, messy and rushed against the sensitive flesh of your neck. His teeth skim over your pulse point and you shiver in his arms, fingers curl to dig short nails into the meat of his shoulder. He feels the way the warmth of your breath brushes past his ear, the slightest whimper of a curse word being muttered-one he didn’t recognize from your mother tongue.

Your back crashes onto brick and you realize he’s moved the two of you to a nearby wall, the doorway to the inside of the building you were currently on top of. The force shocks you a bit, but only barely as you soon recapture his lips in yours, hungry to repay him for the assault on your neck. His hands are groping every bit of you that he can reach-your stomach, your sides, the curve of your ass, your thighs…his thumb skims under the loose-fitting t-shirt you’re wearing and brushes against the soft skin of your stomach. Vander had never felt real satin before, only seen it in some of the shops Benzo liked to haggle at, but he imagined that it felt exactly like how your skin did against the calluses of his hands.

Without even thinking twice, your hands rush to grab ahold of the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head. Your skin is met with the cool air, goose pimples sweeping the span of flesh as Vander’s eyes lower to scan you over; eyes full of hunger.

“God damn, Doll…”

“Not like you haven’t seen all this before.” You laugh. Vander’s eyes meet yours once again, and you find yourself recalling just how primal his gaze can get. “Hound of the Underground” may have just been a silly title he used for the ring, but it seemed just so fitting. A shiver runs up your spine, only worsened when Vander opens his mouth and speaks in a tone that is so deep and gravely that, had you had any time to react, you would have thought he’d become possessed.

“I’m going to absolutely destroy you, got it, Love?”

After half a moment of collecting yourself (and rebooting your brain), you nod and smile, collecting a fistful of fabric from his shirt to pull the man’s face closer to yours. You feel his hand slide up your back, pulling you away from the brick and closer to his panting chest. As your noses brush against each other, you whisper against his lips in approval as you let your real accent slip through. “Give me your best shot.”

“Hmmm…there’s a good girl.” With a pinch to the fabric, the hooks of your bra are released and the garment opens around you, swiftly pushed off your arms by your own excited hands. Without missing a beat, the hand that had slid under you to unclasp your bra is moving back to grope the newly exposed mounds of flesh. The way he pinches your nipple is rough, rolling the puckered nerves between his thumb and his index finger, just teetering the line between too much, and you can’t stop the desperate whimper that leaves your lips. Vander delivers one more kiss to the skin just under your ear before whispering to you.

“Think you can stand for me, just for a bit?”

You nod, and gently release your legs from their perch as he sets you down oh so carefully. Your knees don’t immediately acclimatize, almost buckling, but he doesn’t let you fall as he lowers himself. Dropping to his knees in front of you, he steadies you with a firm grasp on your hips. Once he’s sure you’re not about to topple over, his hands move to the button of your baggy cargo pants, popping them open and pushing the fabric, as well as your underwear, down. You help, kicking off your boots and stepping out of the clothes. As you reveal the rest of your body, Vander is once again ogling you. Hands once gripping your hips are now running up and down your thighs, studying them and your stomach, moving closer to plant kisses across your navel.

“Oh yeah,” He groans into your skin, “I’ve missed this.”

“You’re sure your knees will be alright like that?” You ask, ignoring the rising heat around your ears. He’s tall enough that even when he’s on his knees, you can still cup the side of his face in your hand without having to stretch your arm.

“Oh, don’t worry about me, Love. It’s not my legs that I’ll be focusing on.” He smirks, looking up at you and the sight makes your heart leap up into your throat. The warmth in your face worsens as he loops one of your legs over his shoulder, taking on some of your weight. He continues to kiss your flesh, each touch of his lips followed by a flurry of butterfly wings in your stomach. This continues for a solid, agonizingly long, second and you’re just about to open your mouth and complain when suddenly his mouth is on you and oh fuck never mind. His tongue is on you, sliding up to your clit before delving deeper, you find your breath caught in your throat, seizing up. Both a cry and a heavy breath fuse together on the way out and you choke on the sound.

He knows exactly where to go, exactly where to apply pressure. The map and memory of your body are still very much present in Vander’s mind as his tongue slides between your inner labia. The sounds you’re making, and the fluid meeting his lips, only motivate him further as the scraggly beard on his upper lips brushes against your clit. To his amusement, this makes you arch against him further, your back pushing against the roughness of the brick to grind closer into his mouth, and your hand that had been gently caressing his cheek now flew back to his head, holding on.

“Fuck, Van…”

He’d ached to hear you moan his name like that again.

His hands grip the meat of your thighs, strong enough that you’re sure he’s leaving bruises. You remembered how much he loved to leave markings on your body, how he’d eye any discoloration on your body with such pride afterward. Not that you ever complained. He licks you fully using the flat of his tongue, and your body is shaking, even though you’re not even close yet. It’s excitement, feeding off the energy between the two of you. The air feels electric, and the pleasure just feels so delightfully right. Up here, on this rooftop, the consequences of these actions don’t dare to cross your mind. Right now it’s just him and you and your beautiful bodies melding together. All that matters is the muscle of his shoulders, the power in his gaze, and the way he’s not only feeding off of the liquid that currently coats his lips but also the strangled moans and curses that leave your breathless mouth. You know him, he knows you, and you both know that this is the only thing in this fucked up city that just makes sense. He knows how to make your legs weak, and you know to make his eyes dilate the way they are when he looks up at you.

A thought passes through your mind, and your fingers find their way back to his locks of hair; gripping on and pulling. Not hard, but just enough; and the low, rumbling growl that emanates from him shocks through your core and along your spine.

Yeah, you think, you still got it.

After a few minutes, you’re sure you’re being loud enough for anyone around to hear your pathetic noises. But the louder you dare to get, the faster he goes. You’re not sure when he brought his fingers into play, but that certainly wasn’t helping matters. They slip in and out of you, covered in your slick as you’re currently dripping wet, and for the Lady’s sake, you need this man to fuck you, right now! The warmth of his tongue, the scratchiness of his beard, and oh gods he’s sucking your clit, the coil in the bottom of your stomach is becoming increasingly taut as your hips buck mindlessly.

“That’s it, Love.” His thumb rubs circles on your clit as he pulls away, just for a moment. His eyes refuse to leave you. “Scream for me. Cum on my tongue, I know you can.” The coil finally snaps, and as you hit your orgasm, your thighs move to crush the head of the man beneath you. Vander just moans at the pressure. Your ears are ringing so loud you can’t even tell if you’re screaming, but you’re sure you are, and can’t even find it in you to care about who may hear.

***

Pulling out of you, you feel the warm combination of your combined arousals leak out of you and down your thighs. “Fuck…” Vander murmurs against you, his breath moist against your cheek as you try and think through the buzzing in your ears. Your head is all fuzzy, but you can still feel the bitter cold as Vander peels his body off of you to look for something to clean with. You don’t miss the way his eyes hesitate on the sight of his cum leaking out of you, satisfaction in his expression before he pulls his attention away.

“There should be a hand rag in one of my pockets.” You motion, breathlessly, to the heap of your clothes back over by the wall, and he dutifully crawls to retrieve them.

“Sorry I didn’t have anything, Darlin’” He half-smiled, handing you a scrap of white fabric. You take it, immediately moving to clean your thighs before handing it back to him to clean himself off.

“It’s alright, I don’t think a lot of people are just walking around with spare towels on them.” You joke, but the tiredness in your voice takes over as you lay there on your back, gazing up at the expanse of buildings above you. The whole world feels like it’s buzzing, light and fuzzy. Even though you’re on one of the fairly higher levels, you’re still surrounded by nothing but metal and smog, and as you look up at the distant blueish that is supposed to be the sky, you wish you could see the stars.

Once Vander is finished cleaning, he moves closer to you, now with his pants back on. He’s sitting against the wall, his legs laying perpendicular to your body and close to your head. It would be so easy to cuddle up next to him, to lay your head in his lap and fall asleep like that. You’d be lying if you said his heat didn’t draw you in against the chill, but you hesitate to move closer.

His hand comes down to play with your hair.

You lay there in silence for a long moment, possibly a couple of minutes. You stared up at the sky and him with his hand against your scalp, playing with your choppy strands of hair like they were spun gold.

“You remember that time way back in the day…” Vander started speaking, “when you first started teaching me how to read and write?”

You chuckled a little. “You promised you’d teach me how to fight properly in return.”

“That’s right.” He nodded. “I was like, what? Fourteen? Making you twelve or so, and I’d told you that everyone else had tried. Mom, Dad, Silco, Benzo…hell, even a few of Dad’s friends over the years. But you were the most determined out of all of them.”

“You could do it just fine.” You yawn. “Just needed an honest shot at it, and to keep at it.”

“Same with you and fighting. Although, helped that I had a cute tutor that I wanted to impress.” He remarked, causing you to roll your eyes and scoff. “It’s true! I swear, every night after our lessons I would stay for hours trying to go through everything you’d taught me so it looked like I was learning better. Used to piss Dad off cause I’d be all tired and groggy in the morning. But that’s just how crazy I was for you, even back then.”

His words hang in the air, but you’re terrified to respond. You’re scared that the moment you say anything; this wonderful, warm, perfect moment will shatter around you. There’s a lump in your throat that’s building, dryness in your mouth, and you’re praying that your eyes aren’t too noticeably glassy.

“...I’d give it all up for you, you know that right?” He admits. You sigh, already feeling the cracks in your precious moment beginning to appear.

“Van-” “The fighting, the mines, the revolution; all you’d have to do is ask. If that’s what it took…I can’t say it would be easy, but I’d be willing to try!”

And there it was. Him, laying the very world down at your feet. You knew he was telling the truth, knew full well that if you asked him, he would do all that and more in a heartbeat. You thought about it, thought about the kinds of lives you’d lead. Was it even possible to live a life here in Zaun like that? What would life look like without Vander working in the mines, or without the rebellion? What would happen to your family? Would you be able to live a nice life, scraping by with working other odd jobs outside of the mines, and be able to settle down and start your own family like Felicia and Connol? Would you have to leave the city, maybe run away back to Bilgewater together?

“I’m still crazy for you, Minnie.” He admits. “I am still very much in love with you.”

You closed your eyes and took a breath, letting the thoughts leave your mind. You’d never ask Vander to give up the life he’s built for himself, and you knew neither of you wanted to leave your family behind. This was your home now, and you needed to keep it that way.

“I know.” A tear escapes your eye, and you hope that he can’t see it. “I love you too.”

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calamityandme · 1 year ago

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I worked for R today and then rushed home as fast as possible.

My friends were waiting for me in their car when I pulled in to my parking spot. I quickly unloaded some things from my car into my house, swapped keys with my fiancé, smoked two w33d bowls in under five minutes, then hightailed it into their backseat. We had an afternoon showing of the Eras Tour movie to see.

The movie was really fun. It felt like we got to be apart of it, especially since I didn’t get to go the actual show. I sang along quietly. I got the mini popcorn bucket and a big ass Taylor Swift cup. Very hyped. It’s my first piece of Taylor swift merch lmao. We went to an earlier showing so the theater was pretty empty, but it was nice to listen to almost the entirety of the show live-ish.

Now I’m home. My day has been very nice but I feel unbelievably drained. I came home and instead of smoking or finding something fun to do, I sat on the couch and just blanked I guess. I just sat and thought. For around three hours. I spent time on my phone off and on, but I mostly just needed to process.

TW: abuse, relative death

I think an underlying issue I have been avoiding is today is a weird day. October 14th is many things to me. The birthday of my abuser. I don’t need to give him a fun anonymous name because he legally changed his name to hide from his past. “Don”. Today is also my parents’ wedding anniversary. It’s also my late grandfather’s birthday. He died two years ago. This date is just a weird one for me. We always celebrate it annually because obviously my parents love each other. We used to also call grandpa and grandma up every year around this time and say “Happy birthday”. Now I text my grandma to let her know I’m thinking about her. I need to call her soon. I just haven’t had the emotional energy or “spoons” to be able to do it. I know it’ll be wonderful to talk to her.

I have a lot of hatred for Don. I honestly wish him the worst in life. He took advantage of a child for a perverted fantasy. There’s probably countless young girls that have been hurt by him. That have been raped by him. Like I was. When I think about him my chest hurts. It’s heavy around my sternum and goes deep inside me. It’s round and dense like a bowling ball but it’s the biggest bowling ball you’ve ever seen. I would feel comfort if I knew he learned from his actions but I know he hasn’t. He has done it before and will most likely continue to do it. Prison didn’t stop him. It’s kept me up at night, but if I let him haunt me he’s won. All I can do is try to exist with this hurt. I remember it All Too Well (lol).

I have also been having some cramping and pain in my guts and uterus. I haven’t had much to eat today so I can imagine that has something to do with it. I have only snacked throughout the day. I just hope I’m not going to get sick.

Anyway, this has been a long and erratic entry. I just needed to word vomit. I feel like one of those Tik Tok Lives of someone very slowly and precisely chipping the shell of a raw egg, exposing the thin membrane until the whole thing is a delicate ball of somethingness sitting in your palm. Or maybe my palm. Idk. Someone’s palm. Whoever you are.

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hongjoongscafe · 2 years ago

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can you do prompt 30/9/23 with atz jongho?

It was a bit tricky tbh😭💓

Warnings: nudity, implied fingering(?)

Prompt list.

09: "Why haven't you kissed me yet?"

23: "No one has ever done that to me before."

30: "Show me."

FWB.

Pairing: jongho×reader

Genre: fluff, smut/flirty

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"Come on, lay down before I change my mind!" Jongho, your masseuse friends with benefits, said as he patted the free spot on the massage bed.

"I'm kinda nervous," you awkwardly chuckled.

He gave you a deadpan look, "seriously? Now you are nervous? What about when I was balls deep in you? You weren't nervous then."

"Hey! That's different… I never had a massage ever before," you mumbled.

Jongho laughed, "you never got a massage!?"

"Listen, not everyone goes to a high-end salon to get a massage done!" You hmphed.

"Ha, don't waste my time. Get on it, lemme make you feel the best," he winked. "I will make your world rock."

You smiled suggestively, "yeah?" Your breath fanned over his face as you stepped closer to him on tiptoes to bite his earlobe. "Naked or covered?"

Jongho's hands toyed with the knot of your robe. He gently pulled them until they were untangled. The front of your robe opened slightly, showing your tattooed sternum. It was a black wild rose.

"The customers' privates are always covered and to mention that according to the rules I can only work on someone with a dick. But I'll make an exception here and let you be naked all over my table," he traced the rose with his feather-light touch. "Show me," he whispered.

You didn't need to be told twice, you shrugged off the robe and presented your body art to him. "What now?" You innocently asked.

"On your stomach on the table."

Following his command, you lay on your stomach. Jongho shuffled around before the room was filled with soft melody. You slightly flinched when the warm oil dripped on your spine. He didn't even start and you were already content.

His heavy yet soft hands glided over your back so perfectly. You let out an embarrassingly loud moan. "Oh yeah! Right ther- ohh."

Jongho silently chuckled at your cute state. His naughty hands traveled towards your ass. He gently caressed and squeezed them. Your eyes shot open.

"More," your shivery voice demanded.

"Your wish my command, my Lady," he touched you in all the right spots that made you moan louder and cum in just a few minutes. You now understood why people loved to go for these kinds of massages.

"Jongho, no one has ever done that to me before," you sighed, still getting over your high.

"I always make you feel what your dumbass boyfriends could never," he smugly walked and sat on the floor where he could see your fucked up face.

"You are so full of yourself," you both giggled.

"In my opinion, it's a good thing, because I mean it and show it," he winked.

After getting dressed back, you stood in front of Jongho. He still had two more appointments to get through, so you had to go first.

"Before you go… I have something to say," Jongho spoke.

"Mhm."

"Well, you see we are best friends for so long and we are having sex for a long… I was wondering if we could, you know, introduce each other as girlfriend and boyfriend?" He nervously looked at you.

Your smirk grew, knowing well that this day wasn't far away. "Yeah?"

"Y-yeah."

"I think it's a cool idea," you bit your lip.

His eyes widened and smile stretched to the north, "yeah, pretty cool indeed."

"Idiot, why haven't you kissed me yet?" You pulled him in a romantic kiss. His plump lips melted against yours in an instant.

"Shit, this is official right?" He asked.

"It's official!"

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thebadgerclan · 3 years ago

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Kefta

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x reader

Requested by Purple Heart Anon

Summary: Your husband’s new kefta gets you a little worked up...

Smut!

moya ideal'naya zhena-my perfect wife

You weren’t sure if you wanted to murder the Fabrikator who’d made Aleksander’s new kefta of promote him. The black corecloth was cut in such a way that every curve and line of your husband’s body was perfectly accentuated, and the fastening stopped mid-sternum, allowing a peek of his chest. It made him look handsome, no, it made him look desirable, and you found yourself rubbing your thighs together after merely looking at him. You caught his eye and nodded towards the door to the ballroom.

Aleksander immediately detached himself from the conversation he was having and crossed the room to you. When he was close enough, he smiled, which only served to make your knees weak. “Yes, my love?” your husband asked, and you grabbed him by the sleeve and dragged him from the room. The moment you found a secluded corner, you had Aleksander pressed against the wall, pulling his face down to kiss him needily.

He returned the kiss, but after a moment, broke it to catch his breath. “What’s all this about, hm?” he teased. “Are you truly so desperate that you can’t wait another hour until the ball is over?” You growled, sealing your lips over his again, unfastening his kefta as you did. “Don’t you know what you’re doing to me? Standing there looking as hot as you are. Fuck, Sasha, I need you.” It was a rare thing to see you so overcome, demanding and needy, but Aleksander would be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on.

“Darling, what has you this worked up? This isn’t like you.” You began kissing a path down your husband’s neck, tongue darting out to lick at his pulse point, lips trailing over his collarbones, to his chest. “Your new kefta,” you explained. “I don’t know what it is, but you just look so damn sexy in it.” Aleksander moaned softly when you left an open mouthed kiss over his chest. “We probably shouldn’t do this. At least not here.”

“We definitely shouldn’t do this here. But if your cock isn’t inside of me in the next minute, I think I might die.” Your voice was rough and needy, and Aleksander bent to kiss you, lifting your skirts and moving your panties aside. “Jump,” he ordered, and you did, wrapping your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck. He reached between you and aligned his cock with your cunt, which was soaked, and snapped his hips, entering you in one sharp motion.

“Sasha!” you cried, and Aleksander kissed you in the hopes of keeping you quiet. If anyone caught you, there wasn’t anything they could really do; a man was allowed to fuck his wife, but he wanted to avoid that if possible. Aleksander bounced you in his arms, the momentum bringing you down on his cock every time. The angle allowed for him to penetrate and stimulate deep within you, and you found yourself unable to hold back your moans and cries of pleasure.

His trousers were shoved halfway down his thighs and your dress and kefta was bunched over your waist; your hands tangling through and mussing Aleksander’s hair. He was moaning against your mouth, the feeling of your wet pussy around his length never failing to turn him into a feral man. “Yes, Aleksander,” you moaned. “Please, don’t stop!” Your husband’s hands were splayed over your back, keeping you from toppling to the ground, and he pressed his lips to your neck, sucking a mark there.

“So good,” Aleksander praised. “My Y/N, moya ideal'naya zhena, you feel so good.” You were whimpering, and your husband began fucking you harder, the sound of skin against skin filling the empty hall. Hopefully the conversation and music in the ballroom covered the lewd noises you both were making. Pleasure forward though like liquid flame, lighting every nerve and every cell ablaze. There was nothing you wanted more than to get lost in Aleksander, to take all the pleasure he was giving and make him feel as good as he always ensured you did.

Words were mostly beyond you, thanks to your husband’s cock, but you pressed your forehead to Aleksander’s, hoping it conveyed a fraction of the love you felt for him. It seemed that it did, because he kissed you, moaning against your lips. “Are you close, lapushka?” your husband asked. “Please tell me you’re close.” “Yes, Aleksander, yes! Right, there, I’m so close!” With two more thrusts, you came undone, shuddering in your husband’s arms as your orgasm washed over you.

Aleksander released an instant later, keeping his hips flush with yours as his cock twitched within you. “Sasha,” you sighed, and your husband kissed you, slowly pulling out of you and lowering you to your feet. “I know, milaya, I know. I love you very much, my sweet girl.” “I love you too, Aleksander.” He righted your skirts and his trousers, holding you in his arms. “I don’t think we can go back into the party,” you said, and your husband noticed at that moment that your legs were shaking and you were leaning heavily against him.

“Then we won’t,” he said, lifting you into a bridal carry. “I’ll take you to our rooms, draw you a bath, hold you in my arms, kissing every inch of your skin while I wash you, before I braid your hair, dress you in one of my shirts, and hold you in my arms as you fall asleep.” If you weren’t already completely blissed out, the thought of your husband’s promise certainly got you there. “Hmm, that sounds nice.” Aleksander followed up on his promises, and you fell asleep content and warm in his arms.

#aleksander morozova x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #the darkling x reader #general kirigan x reader #shadow and bone reader insert

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timmymyluv · 2 years ago

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act seven.

of the let others wage war series

romanov prince! timothée chalamet x princess!reader

series masterlist

main masterlist

summary: minnie begins to navigate the world of the royal court in saint petersburg, and realizes the complex social structure she will become part of.

warning(s): mentions of sex, infidelity, description of women’s bodies/archaic, ancient sexist views on sex/ women’s roles in society

word count: 2.8k

“Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.”

― L.M. Montgomery

It scared you- this feeling of neediness, struggling to breathe, like your ribcage closing in yourself, head spinning, your surroundings in a dizzy blur when it came to Timothee, but you did not know how to fathom it.

“Have I done anything to upset you, my dearest?” Timothee whispers to you against the bustling crowd of a banquet of nobility and diplomats who have gathered in the ball on your behalf. He notices your lack of appetite, restless and yearning into space as you toyed with your utensils against the coral plate.

You slam your fist against the table accidentally, causing him to flinch away from your direction and curious, concerned eyes from the crowd already observing you. “You have not, my dear prince. I was only deep in thought about..about you, about us, about what this marriage will entail for us.” You shake your head to quell everyone’s worries.

As Timothee gives you a hesitant glance before leaving the issue alone, you begin to familiarize yourself with the names and families that would become essential to your social circle. You had been given pamphlets and booklets of family trees, in barely translated Danish from incomprehensive Russian cyrillic, scarce of photos sans a handful of carte de visites from the immediate Imperial House of the Romanovs.

Down the short escalade of stairs in the banquet hall that separated the engaged couple from the crowd, a figure would not miss sat his younger brother by only a year, Grand Duke Alexander Nikolaevich, a young man of much larger, bulkier build than his slender elder brother, yet from where you sat, there were angles as he sloshed around that reminded him of Timothee.

Having consumed several drinks early in the night already, he already lost his cotton cravat, unbuttoned the first few buttons from his neck down to his sternum, stained with the sauces and creams of the main course long forgotten. Absinthe, vodka in hand, he loosened up from his seemingly impatient, frustrated form to a loose disarray.

Back home such an act would have embarrassed you tremendously, even second hand, yet such rowdy behaviour only influenced and encouraged the young aristocrats in the assembly hall, as forgotten plates cooled down as they gathered in the centre of the wooden ballroom, leaving the lush, bright red carpets against your feet.

What surprised you the most was seeing Alexander, or Sasha or even Pug as only Timmy would affectionately refer him as, grab a handful of silverware into his large hands before carelessly bending and breaking them to the amusement of his cohort.

Crowds no longer gasped in bewilderment as you did, numbed by his regular demeanor as a normal expectation from the second-in-line to the Russian throne.

“Sasha has always done tricks like this, Your Royal Highness.” You and your fiance both look up suddenly to a blonde young woman with her curls tucked loosely on the side of her ears before descending into an elaborate braid locked with an azure satin ribbon.

“Mashka, there is no need to shock my future bride with such information without warning. Minnie, this is my youngest sister the Grand Duchess Her Imperial Highness Maria Alexandrovna. My wife-to-be is Her Royal Highness Princess Dagmar of Denmark. ” Timmy smiles fondly with wrinkles crinkling along his eyes and his teeth baring.

Mashka nods her head in acknowledgement with an inscrutable expression, guarded off and rather haughty for someone of her early age and petite frame. Yet what she lacked in size, she made up with her presence, an arched nose, thin lips, an oval face and slender cheekbones, it was clear she was adored by those around her, and she thrived in that attention.

“Your only sister in fact, Timmy. It is a pleasure to meet you, Princess Dagmar. I look forward to having you here at Saint Petersburg.”

“As do I, Your Imperial Highness.”

Content with your brief introduction and refer to her royal title, Mashka saunters away cheerily, holding her skirts and dragging them across the floor before she makes her way beside her father.

Playing with the vegetables on your plate with your utensils, eavesdropping subtly on what members of the court thought of you, you broke out of your trance and could not help but eye a young, petite blonde woman with fine features and a lithe frame hovering close- too close even- around the Tsar.

Although Tsar Alexander II sat next to his wife, maintaining proper appearances, they exchanged no words sans sparse glances. Alexander would entertain any guest that came his way cordially, and would spoil his daughter with pinches of the cheek and kisses on her forehead, but what you saw- you could not ignore.

Whenever they thought everyone was too distracted to notice, you glimpsed the brief, yet sultry, furtive glances between the young woman and the emperor, as the earlier posed strategically that would accentuate her bosom. You could not help but scoff at the sight.

Flashes of anger reminded you of the previous King of Denmark who your father succeeded, who had no legitimate heirs and absconded organically with a former courtesan, causing so much scandal that your family refused to be in the same room as the commoner wife.

Perhaps men were bound to the same temptations of the flesh no matter what realm they occupied.

…

On the fortnight of the Ritual of the Ice near the Neva River, the chills had gotten your betrothed ill, and he was under strict instructions from his doctor to rest and sleep through the morning while on heavy doses of medication before he would return to the full swings of court season.

It pained you for having to be paired along to dance and be entertained by his younger brother Alexander, who refused to utter a single word nor even a glance in her direction. Once asked to dance for a single waltz, you knew he was only doing it out of politeness and could not stand to even look you in the eye, frequently tripping over your own feet even if he was twice your size and made out of pure muscle.

No guests other than Timothee’s physician, an army of nurses and servants were allowed into his chambers, yet you had snuck into the kitchen much to the horror of the sweat stained, exhausted cooks when you requested for a bowl of your favourite Danish concoction and soup that was given to those weak and under the weather.

Dropped off by his doorstep with a handwritten note and a bunch of flowers on a vase, you made sure a servant was able to obtain it and shut the door without recognizing your presence before you gracefully glided down the stairs back to your chambers.

Lit candle in hand as you tucked in your hooded cloak closer over your face, pushing your lace bonnet forward making your way back, wne you could not help but overhear and eavesdrop into the hushed whispers of the maids and ladies in waiting that scattered throughout the corridors.

Baundy, raunchy gossip and graphic descriptions of romps in the sheets, current affairs and entanglements between staffs across all departments, that Sasha was spotted leaving one of his mother’s own ladies in waiting the night prior, or that the Tsar spent nights in his bedroom with a lady named Princess Catherine Dolgorukova, a former ward entrusted to him for her education after being orphaned who was now sharing his living quarters.

Ignoring the tightness in your chest, you refused to leave, scooping for any information about your future husband, what he was truly like here in his homeland but nothing to your alarm.

Stepping away to leave and return to your bedroom, your attention was piqued on the mention of his name, alongside a lady named Princess Tatiana Maximillianova of Leuchtenberg, a grand-niece of Napoleon himself and you nearly caught your breath.

Although nothing scandalous, they discussed how a certain faction of court willed the future Tsarina be of Russian extraction, from a minor cadet branch rather than a traditional royal princess overseas or grand duchess. Ever gracious, Timothee entertained a dance not to alienate such parties, yet his rejection of a proposal or lack thereof of such left Tatiana heartbroken and devastated.

Perhaps men are all the same. And he is no exception.

…

In between your numerous lessons, you managed to sneak some time in the library in solitude for some of your own personal reading before dinner with your betrothed and his immediate family.

Hours of protocol, language lessons, duties and responsibilities had started to blur as the day went by, but you could not take your mind off an unrelated yet more pressing matter that you felt was not addressed.

Slipping between the books unrecognized, you ensure the coast is clear in the uninhabited aisles towards the clandestine section on the arts of physical attraction, and of love making.

Oh you already know how red Alix would be if she found out what you were doing! And mother would pass out in shame in thinking of you surrounding such a scandalous topic.

Purposely deceived as obscure fiction books with humdrum, worn out covers, your eyes widen at the graphic descriptions of positions between a man and a woman, or perhaps men or women with the same gender, on how to caress, feel, touch, gauge preferences and tailor it to your liking.

Would he appreciate your body? You are not tall or lithe like your maternal family, but would your full, round breasts be to his liking? The curves and bends of your imperfect body, your petite frame?

Brushing your fingers against the rough pages as you unravel word by word for what engrosses you for hours, taking a mental note as there was no chance for you to write anything down with ink before gossip would scatter among high society.

Tucking the book back between dusty shelves in your best attempt to make it appear as if you had never picked it up or been sauntering around. You stroll around, with the lace on your hem dragging on the cold marble floor as if it were a normal thing.

Fiddling, anxious fingers hidden behind your back, your eyes are too drawn to the floor until you collide unceremoniously with a broad, muscled chest dressed in fine silks and cotton. Glancing upwards, you face the relieved, yet bloodshot and worried eyes of your betrothed Timothee.

“Minnie, I have been looking all over the palace for you.” His large palms rest on your shoulders, sinking in as if he needed validation in your touch, your flesh that you existed before him.

Stiffening in discomfort around him, you wordlessly curtsey before flashing a warm smile to brush off any suspicions.

“My love, I apologize for having worried you. I had just picked up a book from a shelf and could not put it down.” Your eyes dart around his beautiful, gorgeous face, oh his face- the face you cannot resist. The face, the boy, the man that will hurt you so much if you let him.

Taking your hands in his, he meets his hazel eyes with yours, and a frown blossoms. “I have barely seen you since you arrived. Have you been avoiding me on purpose?”

“Of course, I would not. You have just been frightfully ill that it does no good for my nerves, and preparations with tutors have taken so much of my time.”

“I apologize that my frail health had made you so agitated, when I should be the one comforting you, protecting you.”

Leaving a gentle peck on your forehead, you feel his soft lips against your skin as you tightly embrace your arms around his back, leaning your face against his torso. Breathing in his scent, his warmth- this is the man in the strange world you are about to call your own.

Would you be enough to fill his desires? Would you be enough before he would stray to another?

…

Chatter and cachinnation fills the artfully decorated living room, painted in the faintest pastel and creams tailored to the delicate feminine touch. Only fitting for the ladies of the court of the Tsarina, her ladies in waiting and assemblage of maids.

You had warmed up and taken a liking to the cohort easily, quickly remembering their names, their quirks, their ranks, their families, their husbands, children and started to get a sense of the invisible, yet tangible web that was woven intricately among them.

Sitting beside the Empress and surrounded by Timothee’s sister Marie, you had begun to familiarize yourself with potential ladies in waiting who would be included in your court and be part of your closest circle.

Grand Duke Konstantine Nikolevich’s daughters Olga and Xenia entered the room in unison, fashionably dressed and with perfect manners and etiquette. Behind them followed Princess Tatiana Maximillianova of Leuchtenburg, the Tatiana you have heard murmurs about, and you refuse to show a frown or imagine her with your future husband.

Tatiana’s gorgeous curls, her effortless yet dainty laugh, the fit of her dress to her shapely figure and ocean blue cerulean eyes make it no contest that her beauty would make her worthy of being an Empress, and the pit of jealousy in your stomach stirs within you. This is like being second fiddle to Alix all the time, being an afterthought, a leftover choice when Alix was preoccupied or already promised to another.

Lady Jessica patiently explains to you the customs and order of precedence required between the court ladies, the distinctions if it was only in a room of the women, the adjustments when surrounded by men in a complete court, a husband of among the women around them, and you feverishly noted everything as you were sure you were to forget certain things otherwise.

Gallivanting around the gardens before the sun sets and preparations for dinner begin, you walk with your arms linked with the Queen, in wistful conversation before she notices how you are less upbeat and talkative than usual.

“What worries you, my child. You have been unlike yourself. What we speak between us will remain in confidence, so pray tell.”

You sigh, tears welling in your eyes that you wipe off, bile caught in your throat. Initially refusing to speak or worry her, you reply knowing she will not leave until you have spoken the truth.

“I am fearful that Timothee may find comfort in another when we are wed. That I am not sufficient for him when his affections for me run out, that I will face the shame of his infidelity yet I cannot do anything about.

The Empress frowns in agitation, sitting you down to the wooden bench in front of a flourishing, carved fountain, its flowing splashes hitting your tears like a symphony. She cradles you in her arms, seeing a glimpse of her younger self in you and her chest tightens.

“A Romanov will always have straying eyes, my darling. I did not wish to tell you this before your betrothal but to lie to you is a disservice. No matter what you do or who you are, he will find warmth in another. He is like a wild animal, always roaming around waiting for their next hunt, their prey.”

“But Timothee, he has fancied other young princesses before but what he has for you - it is like for another. He would give his life for you, he refused to take anyone else for a bride. That if you did not accept his hand in marriage, he would not marry at all, no matter our protests. “

“He has seen what my husband, the Tsar- yes the rumours are true, he has found a paramour, whose chambers he visits more than another, like the Romanov men before him. But you and Timothee, you will change this. I promise. His entire life I have ingrained this to him, that when he finds the woman he loves, he must be completely loyal to her, and have no other.”

Sniffling as you raise your head up to meet her eyes, the same eyes she shares with her son, and you burst into further tears as she wipes your tears with her thin, fragile fingers and soothes your worries.

Unaware to both of you, gandering between the maze of manicured gardens, was Sasha. He is overwhelmingly moved by your torment, unable to witness you so distraught, so upset, all the joy and life drained from you. He hesitates to approach you, yet he changes his mind and returns surreptitiously to his living quarters.

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