#darius tehrani fanfic

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the kind of love i've been dreamin' of - darius tehrani x f!reader

warnings: 2.5k

word count: Swearing, alcohol consumption, fingering (f receiving), protected intercourse

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You’ve ended up here as a favour. Your friend had helped you move, and in turn you’d agreed to go to this get-together with them. Even if you could imagine so many other things you’d rather do on this Friday evening. But you’re here now, and you’re going to sit through it like the good friend you are. 

You realise a little too late in the evening that the man you’ve been loosely flirting with was your host for the evening. Aside from the fact that he’s physically attractive, you find yourself drawn to the deep, rumbling laughter that falls from him when you tell him about your unfortunate encounter with a Paris metro door. 

There’s an intense draw to him, the attention he awards you makes your tummy flutter and your cheeks tinge pink, and you’re sure that he takes absolute delight in hearing you stumble over your worlds. 

As the evening crawls on and people slowly depart, you move over into the living room. You still find yourself next to Darius. Somehow, you’re even closer now. His knee keeps bumping into yours when he talks, and the constant touch makes you a little dizzy. 

Somehow you end up as the last person. Your friend hand long said goodbye, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to go with them. And he'd looked so relieved when you had said that you’d stay for a while longer. 

And now here you are and suddenly awfully aware of how close you are to him. Your mind swims with wine and need, and taking your hand off his knee feels like the worst idea to you. Moving away from him in any way feels like a bad idea. 

You’re not entirely sure how you ended up being the last person here. When your friend has asked you to come with them to his get-together you’d planned to stay until desert and now here you were drunk on good wine, getting handsy with the host you’ve met maybe six hours ago. 

Darius had wrapped you around his finger a little too easily. Between the wine and a somewhat recent breakup, you’d been very susceptible to his flirting, regardless of how subtle it was. 

By now he’s crowding into your space, and under normal circumstances he’d be way too close for someone you barely know. But with how much your head already spins, you can’t bring yourself to complain. 

The proximity makes you dizzy. 

You throw the rest of your wine back. A droplet slips past your lips, trailing down your skin until it’s brushed away by his finger. 

“Careful.” He says quietly, “Don’t wanna stain that shirt.”

The finger slips past his own wine stained lips, and you can’t tear your eyes away from the scene in front of you. 

He catches you looking at him, meets your stare with an intensity that almost makes you disappear into the ground. 

You feel your stomach drop. The tension between you has been building all night. It all seems to culminate at this moment. He carefully tucks a few stands of your hair behind your ear, leaving his palm to rest against your cheek. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asks softly. 

His eyes flit across your face, never stopping in one place for long. He’s so close already. 

“Please.” You find yourself sighing. 

You swear that you see the faintest trace of a smile on his lips before he moves in. To your surprise, he’s so very gentle. His lips feel so soft against yours and god you could lose yourself in the feeling. The warmth of his palm against your cheek fills your head with fuzz. 

You’re breathless when you part again. The way he looks at you is dizzying. 

“I’ve been thinking about that all night.” He sounds surprisingly sheepish, eyes cast low to where your hands fiddle with a loose piece of thread on your jeans. 

“Darius.” You return his earlier gesture and bring your hand to the side of his face, making him look at you, “Kiss me again?”

A heart beat later, he’s on you again. His hands cup the sides of your face as you kiss. You can taste the wine, the faint trace of tobacco from the cigarette you’d shared earlier on his lips and tongue. He leans closer into your space, forcing you to lean back. You can find a good place to hold on to when you feel yourself falling backwards. The squeak you let out when you collide with the sofa should have been a little embarrassing, but you can’t bring yourself to care a whole lot. 

Darius pulls away just enough to speak, “We have to stop.”

He looks so awfully torn up about it. You know that the sensible thing would be to stop this while you still have your wits about you. You’re both drunk, you barely know him, but nothing in you wants to leave. You bring your hands to the back of his neck. 

“What if I don’t want to?” You ask, gently pulling him back down to you. 

His lips meet yours in a brief kiss. 

“I don’t — I don’t want you to regret this.”

“I won’t.” You promise, once again pulling him closer to you.

He lets out a quiet curse, before he dips back down to kiss you again. You thread your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck to keep him close. The warm, woody notes of his cologne wrap themselves around your senses. His body blankets yours entirely, and you feel yourself getting lost in the way he kisses you. 

His hands roam across your sides, pushing at your shirt to reach the skin beneath. Your fingers dig into his back, trying to find some kind of purchase. Darius grinds down against you, and you’re suddenly so very aware of how much he’s already affected by you. From your lips, his descend along your jaw and neck. In your already dizzied mind, you tear at the tie that holds his hair up. The curls fall, dramatic, like the final curtain on a theatre stage. He looks almost frenzied when his head whips up to face you. 

“Do you have a condom?” You’re not sure where the sense is finally coming from. You’re glad that you’ve found it, though. 

The question seems to clear up his mind in no time. 

“Shit of course. Yes. Give me — give me a moment. I’ll get one.” 

He takes a moment to gather himself and steals another kiss from you before he lifts himself from the sofa. You watch him round the corner and disappear into the dark hallway. You take the time to strip out of jeans, the shirt you’re wearing is oversized enough to still leave some things to the imagination so you don’t feel entirely exposed. 

When he comes back a moment later, his shirt is already gone, exposing his lean torso. You watch curiously as he moves through the room. The subtly shifting muscle keeps your eyes focused on him, and you can’t stop your hands from wandering across your belly. Darius stops in his tracks when your fingers start to creep higher. 

“Starting without me?”

You keep your eyes fixed on him while you let your fingers drift across your skin. His lips are parted ever so slightly in anticipation, and you swear that you hear him let out a sigh when you pull off your shirt. He’s back onto you a moment later. He struggles out of his trousers, unwilling to part from you for too long. Your legs wrap around his waist as soon as he’s bared to you. You take the foil wrapper from his hands. He’s straining against the fabric of his boxers, and you can tell that he’s by no means small. It’s a little intimidating. You can’t stop yourself from brushing your fingers against the imprint of his cock. Darius pulls in a sharp breath at your touch. His eyes are focused on yours when you look up at him. 

You tug down his boxers, freeing the length of his cock. The noise he lets out when you wrap your hand around him makes you shudder. You give him a few more strokes, before you tear open the wrapper. You roll the condom onto his length. Darius leans down for another kiss. This one just as soft as the last. One of his hands remains on your side, while the other slithers between your thighs. 

He makes quick work of you, easing two fingers into your. He shifts when you pull him down for another kiss, moving his hand next to your head to keep himself upright. 

“Does that feel good?” He asks softly, “Not too much?”

“It’s good.” The words come out slurred and muddled. 

If his fingers already feel so good inside of you, how will the rest of him feel?

You can tell that he’s growing restless too, the rhythm of his hands becomes unsteady, a little too fast for what he’s doing. His eyes flicker between your face and where his fingers work in and out of you. 

“Darius please.” You whine, digging your fingers into his shoulder. 

“I know – just a moment longer.” His words trail off into a groan when you clench around his fingers, “God fuck you feel so good. Is that good?”

His fingers curl inside you so deliciously, hitting all the right spots. You can only whine in response. And your body follows his fingers when they finally retreat, pulling a deep chuckle from him. 

“Be patient.” He hums, as he comes down to kiss you again, “Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

You give him a faint nod. 

Darius dips down to steal another kiss from you. You watch as his hand wraps around his cock, giving it a few haphazard strokes before he guides the head down towards your entrance. His thumb presses against your clit, making you sigh so sweetly. Darius’ head drops back when he eases the head into you. Your hand wraps around his arm, trying to ground yourself as your mind threatens to drift off into pure bliss. The stretch is almost too much, but he’s so careful with it that you find yourself pushing past the ache. His quiet curses make you dizzy. Seeing him so affected by you makes your head swim.

The furrow in his brow dissolves when he’s properly seated inside of you. He sets himself upright, eyes drifting across your outstretched body beneath him. His hands drift across your tummy. 

“Look at you.” He mumbles, “So beautiful.”

“Should see yourself. ” you reply, finding yourself sounding more confident than you had anticipated. 

And really, he is a sight to behold. A few stray curls stick to his forehead, his lips are parted just enough for you to see his tongue dip out to wet them. You can’t stop yourself from tracing a finger across his sternum. Darius draws in a trembling breath at your touch. His hips tick forward, making you whine out. 

He pulls out until just the head remains lodged inside of you. Your legs wind around his waist as he sinks back into you, this time with a little more force. The weight of his body, when he leans over you, makes it all feel so much more intense. Your hands dig into his shoulders, nails pressing crescent moons into his skin. His lips find the side of your neck. You’re sure that you’ll find your skin littered with marks come tomorrow morning, but you can’t bring yourself to care about that, not when you can already feel that knot in your belly tightening. 

Darius’ hand grips into your thigh, pressing it up against your chest. You somehow manage to wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him close to you. He seems to be more than willing to give you what you’re asking for. Every thrust he gives into you rocks your body against the cushions of the sofa. You’re not sure how he does it, but he seems to be able to read your body perfectly. This man you’ve met only a few hours ago is already treating you better than the person you’ve spent the last three years with. He’s just rough enough with you for it to be pleasant, and you’re glad that he’s not treating you like a fragile little thing. 

You tangle your hand into his hair once again to urge his lips back down to yours. The kiss is more teeth and tongue than lips. Your head tips back when he grazes his teeth against the edge of your jaw. 

Between the sounds of his skin making contact with yours over and over and over again and the steady flow of moans that falls from both of you, you find yourself crawling closer and closer towards your climax. You barely notice the stutter in his hips when you bring your hand to the side of his face. 

“Close.” you choke out, “Don’t stop.” 

Darius lets out a breathless laugh, “Good – fuck you feel so good. Right behind you.” 

He feels impossibly good inside of you. The stretch, the angle – it’s all too good. 

“Is this good? Do you need more?” he sounds so stretched thin and breathless. 

“So good.” you sigh, pulling him back down. 

He shifts just a little bit, changing the angle just enough to send you over the edge. You’re sure that you black out for a moment. You know that your fingers dig into his back, that his face is buried against your neck, but apart from that the world fades entirely into the background. 

His thrusts slow down until he stills entirely. For a long moment, he remains hovering above you. The warmth that radiates off his body seeps into yours and when he finally looks at you again you feel as if everything has changed. 

Darius eases himself out of you, soothing his hand across your side when you wince. 

“I know, baby.” he speaks softly, “That’s it.”

He slumps down on the other end of the sofa, drawing in a deep breath, before he turns to look at you. 

When you’d normally go searching for your clothes, you find yourself so very comfortable in front of him. There’s a soft warmth in the way he looks at you, and it feels so deeper than it should considering that you’ve only met him today. 

The tender moment tears when he eventually gets up, letting you know that he’ll be right back. While he’s gone, you gather your clothes. You’re just pulling up your panties when he returns. The sweatpants he’d pulled on hang low on his hips, hiding virtually nothing. 

You’re not sure where this leaves you. It’ll be good if it remains a one time thing, but at the same time it would be an absolute shame.

He speaks up just as you reach for your jeans, “Do you want to stay here tonight? It’s late and –”

“I’ll stay under one condition.” 

Darius perks up at that, “And that would be?”

“Take me out on a date?” 

Obvious relief washes over his face, and he flashes you a soft smile. 

“Gladly. As many as you want.” 

You wake up well into the day to an empty bed. The sun breaks through the partially opened curtains, and you feel as if you could rest here forever. It takes you a moment to realise that you aren’t in your own bedroom. Slowly, the memories of the previous night flood back into your mind. And you can’t shake the feeling that this night has changed everything. You let yourself reminisce until the scent of freshly brewed coffee drags you towards the kitchen. You find Darius, still only clad in sweatpants, tending to something on the stove. It’s so awfully domestic, and you cannot tear your eyes away from him. 

He does notice you eventually, and you’re handed your own cup of coffee. You hope that the late breakfast you share won’t be the last one, and not just because it’s that good. 

Eventually, you realise that you will have to leave at some point. When you announce that you’ll head home in a bit, Darius offers to drop you off at your place as you had arrived with your friend. You gladly take him up on the offer if only to extend the time you get with him. 

He leaves you with the promise that you’ll go out before the end of the week. And after a rather sweet kiss to your cheek you say your goodbyes. You’re barely up the stairs and behind your own door when a text from him pops up on the screen of your phone. 

Can’t wait to see you again. How do you feel about hotpot?

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Mine

Pairing: Darius Tehrani x Female Reader

Warnings: Jealousy, possessiveness, rough sex, unprotected sex

Word Count: 3.3k

Darius gets jealous and wants to show his girlfriend who she belongs to. Smut ensues.

You slammed the car door shut, making your way up the driveway to the front door, your boyfriend, Darius, close behind.

“Look, all I’m saying is that I don’t know why you were flirting with him all night,” he called after you.

Your pace quickened as you approached the door, “For the hundredth time, I wasn’t flirting with him!”

“It sure seemed like it! And you seemed to be enjoying it too,” he replied as you unlocked the door and made your way inside.

You walked through the threshold, making your way to the living room where you sat your purse down on the coffee table, “Oh my god, Darius, this is insane! Why would I flirt with him? I love you, remember? I’m with you. I don’t want anybody else. We were just talking and he was a cool guy! Sorry, if I was enthusiastically reciprocating a conversation with someone I found interesting. That doesn’t mean I want to suck his cock!”

He was close behind you, still intent on an argument, “I get all that, but you guys just seemed a little too friendly for my liking.”

“Oh my god!” you began as you headed toward the bedroom, “I’m sorry for being a friendly person. I’m sorry if you felt jealous and insecure because I was having a polite conversation at a wedding of all places. It’s not my fault that you’re reading into shit that isn’t there.”

His pace matched yours and soon he was standing in the doorway of the bedroom you shared as you stood in front of your dresser, taking off the jewelry you had worn for the occasion. You still hadn’t bothered to look at him, feeling your anger rising. You were about to start ignoring him completely, finding the entire matter ridiculous and insulting. As if you could ever want someone else.

“Hey! I am not jealous and insecure, I just don’t like watching my girlfriend get along so well with another guy.”

“Oh, for fucks sake!” you shouted, “So I can never have male friends? Is that it?”

“No, of course you can. I just don’t think you need to have friends like THAT.”

You finally turned to look at him, “Like what?”

He paused, “Like, I don’t know. Just like that! The way you were smiling at him and giggling and shit. I don’t like it.”

“So, I’m not supposed to laugh when I find something funny? Should I have just told him that I liked his joke but my boyfriend has strict rules about my public behavior? Is that it?”

Darius groaned, “You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t think I do. You keep insisting that I was playing into some bullshit game, like I was deliberately trying to hurt you, like I would ever do that, and no matter what I say, you won’t believe me.”

“I don’t think you were trying to hurt me,” he began, “But it still did anyway. How would you feel if I did that to you?”

You walked over to the closet, taking your high heeled shoes off and placing them in their designated spot, “I wouldn’t like it if you flirted with some other girl, of course, but I know I don’t have to worry about that. Just like you don’t have to worry about that with me!”

“I did today.”

You threw your head back, closing your eyes, “Oh my god, Darius! This is fucking stupid! I don’t want that guy! I don’t want any other guy! I know who I belong to, and I’m happy that way, okay? Fuck!”

You turned to face your boyfriend, seeing him still standing in the doorframe, arms crossed. For a moment, he said nothing, just stared. There was something different about the way he was looking at you now. He still seemed upset and angry, but there was a flash of something else in his gaze.

He slowly began to walk toward you, “You know who you belong to?”

“Yes, Darius. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. I’m in love with you and I’m yours. You don’t have anything to worry about.”

He closed in on you, backing you up against the wall, “You’re mine?”

“Yes.”

He placed his hands on your hips and shoved you backward until you made forceful contact with the wall behind you. His grip remained, pinning you. He leaned his head down toward you, a serious expression on his face.

“You say you’re mine, but I think you may have forgotten. Do I need to remind you?” he said as his hands gripped tighter around your waist, wrinkling the fabric of your dress.

You met his gaze, still angry and unwilling to back down, “Darius. I’m. Yours. How many times do I have to say it?”

He looked at you intently, eyes piercing through you, “I want to hear it again. I want to hear you scream it so there’s no doubt in my mind.”

You recognized that tone of voice, that look in his eyes. You felt your heart rate increase and your breathing become labored. You were still angry, still insulted that he could think you would do something like this. You didn’t want to give in to him. To give him exactly what he wanted, but he was so close to you. His body nearly pressed against yours, the smell of his cologne, the eye contact, and his undeniably sexy voice becoming more stern. It roused something within you. You had more and more trouble standing your ground when he was so enticing.

“Darius,” you said hesitantly, feeling your resolve weaken, “Baby, I’m yours.”

He continued looking into your eyes, completely serious as he said, “That’s not good enough. I need you to convince me.”

Before you could form a response, his lips were on yours. The kiss was forceful and deliberate. He was trying to claim you. He was angry, and you knew what was in store for you. As upset as you were with him, you couldn’t deny the feelings washing over you. The shiver down your spine as he worked his lips over yours, almost demanding you kiss him back. You fought against your better judgment, knowing you should push him off of you and take some time apart to let things simmer. Maybe go take a shower and wash this day off. Anything to put some distance between the two of you, but your body was betraying you.

You slowly reciprocated the kiss, feeling yourself begin to lose track of any thought of an argument, or pretty much anything else. You were being swept up by this man. This man that you should be angrier with, that you should refuse, but that you couldn’t deny. He was the sexiest man you’d ever known and his touch was electrifying, even when you were pissed off. You hated to indulge him, to let him have his way and think that his behavior was acceptable, but his soft lips on yours had your head spinning so fast you couldn’t latch onto a single thought no matter how hard you tried. You lifted your arms to wrap them around his neck, but he caught them before you could achieve your goal. Without breaking the kiss, he grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them above your head against the wall. He used one hand to secure them both, then moved his other hand back to your waist, ensuring you couldn’t move.

He broke the kiss, “Open your fucking mouth.”

You did what you were told and suddenly felt his tongue enter you, sliding furiously against your own. His grip on your wrists and waist tightening to a point of slight pain. He kissed you for a moment longer then pulled away completely, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

“I’m gonna show you just who the fuck you belong to.”

Before you could process exactly what he’d said, he was using one leg to spread yours open. With his hand on your waist, he gripped the fabric of your dress and pushed it up over your hips, exposing your panties to him. He then took the opportunity to press his knee against your clothed genitals. Slowly rubbing you through the garment.

You felt your breathing hitch and quicken as he worked on you, eyes still piercing into yours. You fought the urge to moan, still angry enough to deny him exactly what he was looking for. But, that all changed when he replaced his knee with the hand that had been on your waist. His touch was not gentle. He rubbed you hard through your underwear, even making small circles where he knew your clit would be. This time, you did moan. A small, quiet moan, but enough to rouse him.

“This is mine. Do you understand?” he said.

Your voice began to shake, “Yes.”

He slipped his hand into your panties and began working on your clit with no barrier. You felt your knees start to buckle, suddenly grateful that he was still pinning your hands to the wall, ensuring your position.

He quickened his pace, “I don’t think you do. I think I need to show you some more.”

His hand left your clit, leaving you aching. Before you could protest, he was swiftly pulling your panties down until they fell to your feet. You stepped out of them, leaving you completely exposed from the waist down. He once again used his leg to force yours open. Wasting no time, his hand was immediately back to your pussy. This time, tracing the wet slit with his finger. The feeling made you shiver, and you know he noticed. Without saying a word, he slipped his finger inside of you. Your back arched into him as the sensation of him violating you made its way through your body. He forced another finger inside, slowly stretching you out, his eyes never leaving yours.

He pumped and curled his fingers inside, increasing the wetness that had begun pouring onto his hand. His movements becoming harsher, creating a squelching sound as he fucked you with his digits. You closed your eyes and let out the softest moans.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded, “Look at me as I take what’s mine.”

You complied, seeing the arousal in his gaze. It made you weak. Suddenly forgetting why you were supposed to be upset with him, and dying for more. You leaned your hips forward, pressing into him, fucking yourself on his hand, never breaking eye contact.

His lips parted and you could tell he was becoming increasingly aroused by your movements, “No, baby. I’m in charge now.”

He quickly pulled his fingers out of your dripping pussy and brought them to your lips. He traced the skin with his wet fingers before pushing them inside, forcing you to taste yourself. You moaned softly as you started gently sucking his fingers, tasting your arousal. Before you knew it, he was pulling his fingers out of your mouth and using the same hand to wrap it around your throat.

You gasped slightly, feeling his hand closing around your throat, squeezing hard enough to cause your breathing to falter. His hand still wrapped around your wrists, squeezing in unison. His lips crashed against yours again, wasting no time in sliding his tongue back in to taste you. He loved tasting your pussy from your own mouth. His grip on your neck increasing so much that you thought he may cut off your breathing entirely.

Just as you were about to protest, he pulled his lips away and his hand left your neck and wrists. Breathing returning once more, you panted as you watched him undo the buckle of his belt. Your eyes transfixed on his tattooed hands pulling the item through the loops of his pants and off his body completely. You had begun to pull yourself away from the wall when he wrapped the belt around your throat, closing the loop against your skin, and once again, limiting your breathing.

He pulled you forward and led you to the side of the bed you shared. Without saying a word, he roughly pushed you so that you were bent over the edge of the furniture. He pushed the fabric of your dress back over your waist again, then pulled on the belt around your neck. You thought he might break your neck for a moment from the force of his pull.

You had no time to be concerned with your neck, as he soon smacked your ass so hard you were sure it had split the skin. You moaned out loud from pleasure and pain. He did it again. And again. And again. The skin on your behind stinging as he smacked and pulled the belt. This man was not in the mood to be romantic with you. You knew he meant it when he said he was going to show you who you belonged to.

He switched between spanking you and roughly kneading the flesh of your ass. Grabbing so hard, you knew he was adding to the bruises that were surely already there. He stopped for a moment and you were about to ask why, before you heard the zipper of his pants. You knew he was done making a show of things. That now he would truly claim you. You were more than ready.

You felt the tip of his cock rubbing against your entrance. You would have moaned, but Darius was pulling on the belt again, cutting off most of your circulation. Before you could register what was happening, he roughly slammed his cock into you. You would have buried your face into the bed had he not been holding your neck up. You heard him moan loudly from the contact.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, “Oh, fuck.”

He wasted no time quickly thrusting into you. There was no warm up. No gentleness. He was fucking you. Truly fucking you. He gripped your waist with his free hand to better pound into your throbbing cunt, still pulling on the belt. You moaned in wanton lust, loving every feeling of being dominated by this man. He was right. You were his.

“You’re mine,” he growled, “Do you understand? All mine.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head from the tone of his voice and you moaned, “I’m yours, Darius. Fuck, I’m yours.”

He moaned louder, “Say it again.”

“I’m yours,” you managed to slip out.

“You can do better than that,” he said as he once again slapped your ass, then proceeded to fuck you even more roughly.

“Oh!” you shouted at the contact, “Oh my god, Darius, I’m yours. I’m all yours, baby. Fuck!”

He growled louder, “Yeah? You remember who you belong to now, baby? You know that only I get to fuck you like this?”

“Yes,” you whined.

“Say it,” he practically barked at you.

You arched your back, feeling the familiar tightness in your pussy, “Only you get to fuck me, Darius.”

“Tell me you belong to me,” he said as he pulled the belt tighter, forcing you to look upward.

You were getting close. The sensation of his cock inside you only exacerbated by the possessiveness in his words.

“I belong to you, baby. Oh, fuck. Only you, Darius.”

He moaned loudly, “That’s my good girl. MY good girl.”

He pushed down on your lower back, forcing it against the bed, still not releasing his grip on your throat. The new angle causing even more access to your cunt. He slammed into you with as much force as he could muster, causing you both to cry out.

“Oh, fuck! Oh my god, I’m gonna cum,” you shouted, filling the mostly quiet room with your screams.

His moans echoed yours and you knew he was close too, “Fuck, sweetheart. I’m gonna cum so deep inside you. Cum inside that pretty pussy so you know it’s mine.”

Your eyes rolled back once more and your mouth gaped. Your orgasm bubbling up and threatening to rip through you at any moment. You felt your legs begin to shake and you knew you were done for.

You let out a series of whimpers and Darius knew you were about to come undone, “Cum for me baby. Be my good girl, and cum all over my cock.”

Somehow, he managed to fuck you even harder and you were done. You moaned and screamed and writhed as you felt the liquid pouring out between your legs.

“Oh fuck, baby. Just like that. Fuck,” he moaned, a hint of desperation in his voice.

You were still cumming when you felt the belt around your neck and his hand on your hip both begin to tighten, “Shit. You sound so fucking hot when you cum, baby. Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum too. I’m-”

He never finished his sentence. Instead, he was gripping onto you for dear life, hunching over you, pouring his cum deep inside, as promised. He moaned loudly. More of a growl than anything. You could tell he had cum hard. His moans a bit more prolonged than they usually were when he finished. You both felt your orgasms taper off at the same time.

Eventually, he loosened the belt around your throat and pulled it over your head, throwing it to the floor. You inhaled deeply, feeling your head spinning from the orgasm and the returning flow of oxygen. Your head fell forward to the bed as you attempted to collect yourself. You shivered at the feeling of him pulling himself out of you completely.

No one said anything. He gently pulled you up until you were standing before him. Your back flush against his chest. You could still feel his huge, hard cock pressed up against you. His hand wrapped around your waist as he placed a small kiss against the side of your neck. The spot tender from the belt.

He breathed deeply against you, “I love you, baby.”

You closed your eyes, leaning your head back into his chest, “I love you, too.”

His hand softly rubbed against your stomach, “Are we okay?”

You turned to face him, “Yes, we’re okay. But please know that I really am yours. I didn’t mean to hurt you today, but you need to trust me, okay?”

“I know. I’m sorry if I overreacted, sweetheart. I just love you so much. The thought of you wanting someone else just fucking breaks me.”

You stood on your tiptoes, and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips, “I know, baby. I promise you, there’s no one I want besides you. Okay?”

He smiled, finally convinced, “Okay.”

You pulled back, “Good. Now that we’re done with this, I’m finally gonna go take a shower. So hands off for just a little while, alright?”

He laughed, “Alright. I can behave. For a little while, anyway. I can’t promise I’ll behave later, though.”

You grinned, “That’s fine. But maybe not quite as rough next time. Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but I’m afraid you’ll leave marks if we do this again.”

His eyes glanced down to your neck, “Baby, you already have marks.”

“I do?” you asked as you turned to face the standing mirror in your bedroom, “Oh. I do. Well, I guess they can serve as a reminder of who I belong to.”

Darius smiled, “I guess they can, but I think you could always use more of a reminder.”

You smirked and raised an eyebrow, “Oh, I could? Like what?”

He returned your smirk then scooped you up into his arms, “Well, let me join you in the shower and I’ll show you.”

You giggled, “Okay. But this time, you’re gonna tell me that you’re mine.”

“Deal,” he replied as he carried you off into the bathroom.

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heaven in your skin - darius tehrani - f!reader

Pairing: Darius Tehrani x f!reader Warnings: Unprotected intercourse, swearing, spit, mentions of bodily fluids, they’re consensually mean to each other Word Count: 3k 

He’s especially vicious tonight. 

You watch as Darius moves around the stage, somehow looking more enraged and on edge than normal. Even from your position on the balcony, you can see spittle fly as his face contorts. The growls and screams sound so much harsher tonight, and he reminds you of a wild animal, something one step away from rabid. You’re not sure what is fuelling this, but you love it. 

The heavy riffs and rapid fire drum beats vibrate through your body. You’re not on that stage but adrenaline shoots through your veins nevertheless. You can’t imagine what it feels like for him up there. Darius doesn’t know that you’re here yet, doesn’t know that you’ve done the four-hour drive just to see him for two hours. It’ll be worth it, though. Knowing him, you won’t get a rosy romcom reunion. Showing up in the middle of a show when you haven’t seen each other for weeks almost certainly guarantees you a curt hello before you’ll find yourself stuffed into some dingy bathroom with him.

Gentle will come when the adrenaline has worn off, but you won’t be here to witness that. You’ll have to head back home way too soon again, denying you the pleasure of getting the soft and gentle side of him. God, you can’t wait for him to be home again. 

As much as you like soft and nice, the both of you prefer the biting scrape of nails on skin over featherlight touch. 

You find your way towards the side of the stage as the band's set comes to an end. You want Darius to see you when he comes off. By now you need him close as can be. Not just because you crave the way his fingers will curl around your throat. You miss him – genuinely. It’s been weeks since you’ve seen him, and your body longs for his touch. 

He stops dead in his tracks when he finally spots you. The smile that works its way onto his face makes you shiver. It's dark, threatening. The way his head lowers, eyes narrowing to fix you like prey. You won’t leave this venue without marks littering your body. 

You barely manage to say hello, before his arm curls around your bicep. Darius drags you into the guts of the venue, barely a word leaving his mouth. You’re sure that you hear a low growl of this fucking skirt through gritted teeth. It had been a conscious choice. You knew that the little scrap of fabric drove him insane. He doesn’t know that you’ve picked out the skimpiest pair of underwear.  

Darius tries one of the doors lining the hallway. He swears under his breath when it refuses to budge, before he moves on to the next, still dragging you behind him. 

“Fuck it.” he grumbles, shoving another door open, revealing a bathroom. 

You scramble into the room behind him, kicking the door shut once you’re inside. 

You watch as he tosses his in-ears and mic pack onto the counter. His back remains turned towards you for a moment longer, and you use the brief moment of silence to gather your wits. 

“Darius.” you speak softly, trying to get his attention.

His hands run through his hair, gripping into it briefly. You know that he’s trying to keep himself composed. His body rises and falls with a deep breath. When he finally turns around, he looks just as wild as before. The ire has calmed a little, but the edge is still there. 

A second later, your back slams into the door. One of his hands tangles into your hair, gripping a little tighter than comfortable. The other moves up the side of your body, searching for purchase.

The kiss is so very far from gentle. It’s rough, all spit and teeth. You moan when he digs his fingers into your side, when he pulls you against him. Your own hands grip into his back and shoulders. The fabric of the overalls stops you from really feeling him. They have to be gone. You need to feel him, more of him – all of him. With desperate hands, you start to wrangle open the buttons. 

Darius’ lips trail across your jaw and down to your neck. Your hands fly into his hair, as teeth scrape against the skin of your neck. The bite isn’t strong enough to leave a mark – you think – but it stings so deliciously. 

Your mind is too occupied with the feeling of his hands on your body. It feels as if he’s everywhere. His hands and lips are all over your body. It’s so much and not enough at the same time. By now, your panties are soaked through, something tells you that you won’t leave with them anyway. 

“Hands on the counter.” he orders, as he drags himself away from you. 

You follow quickly. You can’t wait for what comes next. 

His hand grips into your hip so tightly that you know that you will find bruises there later. Your favourite souvenir. He kneads the supple flesh of your hip for a brief moment, before you’re pulled backwards against his crotch. 

He grinds against you and even through the layers of fabric it’s obvious that he’s rock hard already. 

“Came here to get fucked, didn’t you?” he asks, as his head drops to your shoulder, “God this little thing looks so fucking good on you.” 

His hands roam across your mostly bare backside. Before you can even answer his question, you hear the tearing of fabric. You don’t have to check to know that your panties are ruined. 

“I’ll get you a new pair.” He murmurs against the skin of your neck. 

His teeth sink into your neck again, this time you’re sure that he’s intent on leaving a mark. His body feels heavy against your back. The weight of it comforts the needy edge in your belly. 

You feel dizzy with need. He groans when you push back against him. One of his hands comes to cover your belly while the other dips between your thighs. You’re soaked through, and only when his fingers push between your folds do you realise just how wet you actually are. 

“Haven’t even touched you, and you’re already this wet.” There’s a slightly mad edge to his voice, pleasure already having taken over his mind, “Gonna let me fuck this little pussy?”

“Darius.” You warn. 

“Making demands, sweetheart?” He chuckles darkly, “Don’t think you’re in the position for that. Real fucking brave of you to show up here dressed like this and expect me to not bend you over the next best surface.”

His middle finger circles your hole. It sinks into your heat without much of a warning. You moan wantonly when he quickly adds a second finger. 

He’s rough, merciless as he fucks his fingers into you. With the way he’s wrapped around you, the ball of his hand is pressed perfectly against your clit, sending a steady stream of pleasure through you. He doesn’t falter, even when you cry out in pleasure. Darius knows how much you can take, knows when he needs to check in with you. He’s subjected you to more. Besides that, all you have to do is squeeze his arm twice and everything is over. 

He sucks a harsh bruise into the side of your neck. Sometimes he’d soothe it with a gentle little kiss, you don’t get that courtesy today. 

You’re so very close now. By now, he has three fingers buried in you. You can feel yourself clenching around his digits. You don’t get to wonder if he’ll let you cum like this. The fingers disappear from you before you even get to formulate the thought. 

“Get on your knees.”

You feel him shifting behind you, and you know that he’s undoing the last few buttons on his overalls. After a few deep breaths to centre yourself, you sink down into a squat in front of him. 

“Gonna get me nice and wet for you, okay?” For the first time tonight, you see a little bit of softness in his face. 

It’s a silent check in. You can’t bring yourself to say no, though. As soon as you nod, his hand curls around the back of your neck. 

“Eyes on me, understood?” You nod again, “Open your mouth.”

You do as he asks. Your eyes remain fixed on his, but in the corner of your vision, you can see him free his cock from the confines of his boxers. He groans when his hand wraps around the base. 

“Got me so hard already, baby. All of this. Just for you.” 

The size of him still shocks you a little. You can’t get all of him into your mouth, but the stretch when he buries his cock inside of you is too delicious. 

Darius traces the head along your bottom lip, smearing the precum that had gathered there against your skin. Your tongue darts out without you having a say about it. 

Above you, Darius chuckles, “Can’t wait to get a taste of it, can you? Let's see how much you can take.”

You have to force your eyes to stay open when he begins to push his way inside your mouth. The hand that’s wrapped around his cock, soon joins the other behind your head. 

He stays like this for a moment, another silent question. When you don’t protest he gives just a little bit of pressure. His hands curl into your hair as he pulls you deeper and deeper onto his length. You try to keep yourself calm with slow breaths.

It’s always a lot. 

The head of his cock meets the back of your throat, and that first bit of gag reflex makes itself known. He holds you there for a moment, his eyes fixed solely on yours. 

“God — fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good.” He groans, head tilting back so deliciously. 

The muscles in his neck flex and shift as he swallows, and you so desperately want to litter his skin with bruises and marks. 

He gives a harsh thrust into your mouth before you’re practically yanked away off him. You know what he wants from you, and so you keep your mouth open. You don’t remember how this came up, but it’s become such a solid part of your game now. You like the degradation of it. It’s filthy, taboo, but you can’t bring yourself to feel disgust when his spit hits your tongue. 

The demanding look on his face tells you everything you need to know. Swallow. 

As soon as your mouth is open again, his cock is pressing against your tongue again. Darius works himself into your mouth for a few minutes. It’s so deliciously rough. You feel used in the way you need it sometimes. 

It’s over all too soon again. You know that your time is limited, and you want him buried inside your pussy as much as he wants it, but a sliver of your wishes that he’d finish like this. 

“Come on, get up.” He says, taking a step away from you, “Hands on the counter.”

You scramble back to your feet. The faint ache in your knees is quickly forgotten when you feel his hands roaming across your ass once again. 

You barely notice Darius searching through your bag. The lube sachet is tucked safely into a zipped compartment, and he lets out a deep laugh when he finally finds it. 

“Came prepared, huh?”

“Knew you’d only want this.” You bite back, “It’s not like I came here to talk.”

None of it is serious. You would have been more than glad to just talk. Sure, chances were high that you’d end up squashed into some bath or storage room, but you hadn’t come here just for this. You’d come because of him and whatever he’d be willing to part with.

The empty packet lands on the counter next to you, before a groan falls from him. Darius smears some of it across your slit, fingers dipping into your hole as if you’d need more lubrication. You know he likes you a little sloppy and wet, though. 

The next thing you feel is the dull pressure of his cock against your hole. His hand is rough on your hip, blunt nails digging into your skin. The first push in almost makes your knees buckle. He takes his time sinking into your heat. A part of you expected him to slam in hard and fast. In a way, you’re grateful that he’s taking his time. The stretch makes your head swim. It’s a tight fit, barely tolerable. The ache will let up in a moment, but right now it’s dizzying.

The cold stone does little to soothe the heat in your chest. Darius adjusts his grip on your waist. His other hand presses down against the space between your shoulder blades. Your hands scramble for purchase. The counter offers little options for you to hold on to though. 

His first harsh thrust shoves you further into the counter. You’ve missed the rough pace, the death grip on your waist as he pistons himself into you. You lose yourself in the pace, in the way his hips smack against your backside with every harsh thrust. You allow yourself to feel all of it, every degrading bit of it. 

Darius’ hand shifts from your back and curls around your throat. He gives a comfortable bit of pressure, before you feel yourself being pulled upwards. You scramble to brace yourself against the counter and just barely manage to wrap a hand around his forearm. His other arm wraps around your middle, keeping you close to him, while the hand around your throat forces you to look at your reflections in the mirror. There’s something wild and animalistic about him, a near crazed look in his eyes that makes you wish that you had more time for this. 

You take your own appearance in. The smudged liner and streaks of mascara that run down your ruddy cheeks. His hand presses against your tummy, making you gasp out loud when he hits that perfect spot at the same time. 

“Look at yourself. What a fucking mess.” The words only push you further towards the end, “Getting close?”

His addition is surprisingly soft, a reminder that this is a game and that he actually cares for you. 

You nod as best as you can with his hand still wrapped around your neck. 

“Good. Gonna fill you up good. You like that, don’t you? Hm?” Darius lets out a low groan, “You’ll take whatever I give you.”

“Please.” You whine out, “Darius. Let me —”

“Begging for it, huh? You can do better than that.”

By then, you can feel tears welling at the corners of your eyes. You’re right there on the edge and words are so very difficult. The words that fall from your lips after that barely register with you. You’re sure that you’re a babbling, blubbering mess, and that’s exactly what he wants from you. The onslaught of sensations barrels down on you, and you can’t stop yourself from falling over the edge when it finally comes into sight. If it weren’t for him holding you upright, you’re sure that you’d collapse against the counter again. The force of your release makes you tremble. Darius finishes shortly after you, spilling his release inside of you with a groan. His head drops to your shoulder as he gives a few more slow thrusts, before he finally stills. His hand falls from your throat and instead braces itself against the counter in front of you. 

Darius’ chest heaves with deep breaths. Your eyes fall shut, and only now do you realise how wet the insides of your thighs feel now. 

A low, rumbling laugh falls from him, and his arm tightens just a little more around your middle. 

“You’re the devil, you know that, right? Showing up here like this, when I haven’t seen you in weeks?” hearing him speak so softly now make your head reel a little. 

“Thought that you might like a little treat.” you reply just as softly. 

He detaches himself from you almost hesitantly. The goodbye will be hard, and you wish that you could stay for just a while longer. Just until morning. 

“Couldn’t have asked for a better treat.” You watch as he tugs himself back into his underwear and closes the broiler suit back up again, “Wait here, I’ll get you a towel.” 

You give him a nod in reply and wait until the door is closed behind him before you start to go about your little routine. By the time Darius is back, the exhaustion is starting to settle into your bones properly. 

He’s back with a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, in addition to the towel he promised you. 

You give him a sleepy smile when he kisses your cheek, and you don’t miss the little trace of worry that rushes across his face when you try to hide your yawn. 

“And you’re sure that you can’t stay here until morning? I don’t want you to drive all the way back home like this.” his brow is furrowed in worry. 

“I could call in sick tomorrow.” you suggest. 

“Good.” another kiss to your cheek.

An hour later, you’re crawling into a slightly too stiff hotel bed. The next venue they’re playing isn’t too far away, so they’ll have the luxury of sleeping in a real bed for the night. You watch as Darius removes his sweatshirt and shorts, before toes off his socks. He’s next to you before you have the chance to properly miss him. You wrap yourself around him, one arm slung across his chest so that he won’t get away from you again. You exchange whispered I love you’s are the last thing you hear before sleep takes you over. 

When you wake up in the morning, you’ll find yourself questioning if you should stay for longer. Maybe if you play your cards right, you can work remotely for a few weeks. 

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like some kind of heaven - darius tehrani x f!reader

warnings: swearing, fingering (f receiving)

word count: 505

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The dress you’d picked for the occasion would surely blow his mind. You’d successfully managed to hide the little number from Darius until today, all in the hope that it’d maximise the effect of the garment. Actually picking a dress had been somewhat difficult. You didn’t want to go for something overly scandalous, but you also wanted to give your boyfriend an outlook for the rest of his night. This was a special occasion, after all – thirty is a big birthday, and you wanted to make sure that he’d have the best possible day. 

With Alex’s help, you’d managed to arrange a little dinner for your closest friends and family. You’d told Darius that it would just be the two of you at dinner, wanting to surprise him with everyone else. 

The dress you had settled on was quite the sight, and it had almost made you late for your reservation. Thankfully, Darius had some kind of restraint and you managed to be just on time. His hand had remained on your thigh for most of the night, always a little bit too high to be innocent. 

But now that you are home again, you can’t wait to get out of the thing. As pretty as it is, it’s starting to become a little uncomfortable. 

Darius seems to have different plans for you, though. 

You’re in the process of taking off your jewellery when he comes up behind you, arms immediately wrapping around your middle. 

“Unzip me?”

“Actually. I think I’d like you to keep this on for a moment longer.” he replies softly, but you know where this will go. 

You can see the glint in his eyes, the subtle darkness that waits to devour the both of you. 

His hand spreads across your tummy, pulling you closer to him. In the mirror, you can see him leaning down to kiss along the side of your neck. 

“Keep your eyes on the mirror, sweetheart.” he whispers then. 

You watch as one of his hands slowly trails up the side of your body, until it wraps around your neck just enough for you to feel it. He keeps your head facing forward, fingers digging into your cheek so deliciously. You feel his other hand descend until it dips under the hem of your dress. Before you know it, two of his fingers press against your clit, drawing the prettiest sigh from you. 

“You’re so fucking wet already.” he chuckles, “And it’s all for me, isn’t it?” 

You nod as best as you can. 

He likes having you at his mercy, likes being entirely in control of you. And really, you like it just as much. 

“Thought so. Such a pretty little thing, and it’s all for me to play with.” 

His fingers drift lower, now playing with your hole. His teasing is already too much for you, and whine when the tip of his middle fingers sinks into you. 

“I think I’ll take my time with you tonight.” he almost sounds threatening when he speaks.

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I Missed You

Pairing: Darius Tehrani x Female Reader

Warnings: General Smut, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 2.8k

I'm not gonna sugar coat this, it's a slightly romantic, smutty fic. If you're not down with smut, you might wanna leave.

It was the middle of the night. You had been asleep for a few hours when you felt the blanket being lifted up and the bed shift next to you. Slowly, you turned and opened your eyes, adjusting to the slightest bit of light coming in from the window. You could faintly make out the shape of your boyfriend getting settled in next to you.

“Darius? What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t gonna be back until morning?”

“Sorry, babe. Didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”

You slid closer to him, “No, it’s fine. I’m glad you’re here. I’m just confused.”

He put an arm around you as you rested your head on his chest, “We got an earlier flight, but I guess I forgot to let you know. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m so happy you’re home,” you yawned before placing a small kiss on his bare chest.

“Me too. I missed you,” he said as he slowly stroked one hand along your back.

You hummed at the feeling, “I missed you too. How was the tour?”

He rested his hand on your hip, “It was great. We played some of our best shows yet. I’ll tell you about it in the morning.”

He yawned, barely brushing his fingertips along your waist. His touch could be so soft. It surprised you early in the relationship when you discovered just how gentle he could be. He was so aggressive in his music and even slightly in his personality. Of course, he was definitely rough with you when the situation called for it, and it often did, but even still, he could be soft and romantic and loving with you. Only you.

You soaked in the sensation of his big, tattooed hand tracing lightly against your hip, sighing into the softness of his chest hair, “I don’t wanna wait until morning. I want to hear about it now.”

He yawned again, “Babe, it’s so late and I already woke you up. Can’t it wait?”

“Darius, we’ve been apart for weeks. I don’t want to go back to sleep. I want to stay up for a while with you. It feels like an eternity since we last spent time together.”

He chuckled, “I know. I want to spend time with you too, but you really should get some sleep.”

“Please? We can do whatever you want and sleep in a little late in the morning. Let’s be together for just a little while, and I promise I’ll go back to sleep and we can save the rest for tomorrow.”

He laughed, a little louder this time, “You know you shouldn’t say things like that to me.”

“What? Why?” you asked.

You felt his fingers dip under the loose t-shirt you’d been sleeping in. His fingertips now slowly stroking the soft skin of your flesh.

“Because, if you say we can do whatever I want, I think you know where that leads.”

You grinned in the darkness. You should have known his mind would wander to that. He had a pretty healthy sexual appetite and he seemed almost insatiable for you. You couldn’t count how many times a seemingly innocent conversation or interaction with him had led to you, naked and folded into various positions.

Suddenly, you realized just how long it had been and how much your body had missed him. The feeling on your hip started to tingle under his touch. You were starting to have more of an interest in touching him than talking to him. You were happy to let him have his way, yet again.

“Oh, yeah?” you asked coyly, “Where is this leading?”

He slid his hand further up your shirt, grazing the skin of your ribs, “You know where this is going, baby.”

You slowly trailed your hand from his chest down to the hem of his boxer briefs, “Nope. I don’t think I do. Maybe you should tell me. Or show me.”

Without saying a word, he lightly grabbed your hand and pushed it further down, until you were brushing your hand over his clothed cock. He wasn’t hard yet, but with the way he was moving your hand back and forth against him, you knew it wouldn’t be long.

“Weeks apart, and you still wanna tease me. Why do you like torturing me, baby?” he sighed, still moving your hand.

You giggled, “Because it’s fun.”

“It’s not fun for me.”

“Yes, it is. You love it.”

He groaned softly as his cock started to harden, “Okay, maybe I don’t hate it.”

You giggled again, taking control with your hand and rubbing him a bit more forcefully, “See? You do like it.”

“I’d like it even more if you stopped toying with me and just touched me,” he replied.

You kissed his chest again, dipping your hand into his briefs, “Okay, baby.”

You grabbed his cock in your hand and gave it a light squeeze, making him hiss. Pulling him out of his underwear, struggling to wrap your entire hand around him. He was big, and he knew it. He could be pretty cocky about it sometimes, but it kind of turned you on. You knew this huge cock was only for you, and if he wanted to brag about it a little while he fucked you, who were you to complain?

You slowly pumped your hand up and down his shaft, eliciting a few small groans from him, “Fuck, I missed you baby. I missed you so much.”

“Then show me,” you challenged.

He groaned once more before taking your hand off of him, then quickly pulling his underwear off his body leaving him completely naked. He then leaned over to the bedside table and flipped on a small lamp, further illuminating the room with a faint glow.

“You know I like to see you, sweetheart. Especially after all this time apart.”

You smiled at him, “I love seeing you like this. You’re so fucking hot, Darius.”

You knew that would get him. He loved hearing you say his name, especially in this context. He wasted no time in climbing over you, softly pushing you onto your back and nestling himself between your legs.

“Angel, you’re the hottest fucking woman I’ve ever seen,” he said before dipping down to give you a slow, deliberate kiss.

You closed your eyes and felt your body simultaneously sink into the mattress under his weight and somehow float upward into him. Wrapping your arms around his neck and threading your fingers in his hair, you kissed him back with the same passion and intensity he was showing you. You could kiss this man’s soft, plump lips for hours, and you had on many occasions. He was your kryptonite, everything about him, but those lips had a way of making you come undone.

You sighed into his kiss and he moaned back, he knew the effect he had on you, because you had the same on him. It drove him wild to know how turned on by him you always were. He parted his lips and softly licked along your bottom lip, as if asking permission to slip it into your mouth. You happily obliged, opening your mouth just enough for him to push his tongue inside. You met his tongue with yours and languidly rolled them together. Tightening your fingers in his hair, you began kissing him with more vigor. You could feel yourself starting to get wet.

As if he somehow knew, he pulled away and sat back on his knees, towering over you.

“I need to see you, baby,” he said as he began removing your shirt, leaving you in nothing but panties.

Your nipples were hard and panties soaked from the way he was looking at you. Eyes staring straight at your breasts. You felt vulnerable and exposed in the best way, loving the way he stared at your semi nude body.

“Fuck, sweetheart. I don’t think I realized just how much I missed you,” he groaned.

You smiled sweetly at him, “Well, you’re home now. You don’t have to miss anything.”

You watched his eyes as you slowly pulled down your panties, exposing yourself to him. His gaze followed your movements as he licked his lips, watching you remove the garment completely. You lay naked beneath him and spread your legs as wide as you could, ensuring he got a proper view of your glistening sex.

“Fuck,” was all he said before he leaned back into you and kissed you hard.

He was done messing around. He needed to touch you. To taste you. Fuck you. He continued kissing you with direct fervor as one of his hands snaked over to your exposed breast. Grabbing it, he began to knead it in the palm of his hand, never breaking the kiss. He pinched your nipple softly and moaned when you gasped against his lips. He knew how to make you want him. To break you. He knew your body almost as well as you did.

He continued squeezing your breast as he trailed soft kisses across the side of your face and down to your neck. He kissed the spot behind the hollow of your ear and you let out a little moan. He kissed it again and again. Each time, a little harder than the last. He dipped out his tongue and lightly licked the skin of your throat. You wrapped your fingers in his hair once again and closed your eyes, savoring the feeling of him. He began sucking on your neck, probably trying to leave marks. He loved hickies and bruises and bitemarks. He liked knowing you were his and he was yours.

You moaned at the tightness you began feeling between your legs. His mouth doing wonders on your throat. Eventually, he started kissing your neck again before trailing down your collarbone and down to the same breast he had been kneading. His mouth made contact with your nipple and you shivered. He flicked the bud with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. He sucked hard, as if determined to elicit a reaction from you. It worked. You practically pulled at his hair from the sensation of him biting down on your nipple. You thought he might bite it off, but you still wanted him to bite harder. 

After his assault on your breast, he kissed across your chest, stopping to place a long, sweet kiss over your heart, before doing the same to the other one. You were getting dizzy from what he was doing and he’d barely done anything. He had so much power over you, but you knew that you had the same effect on him. This would be his turn. His turn to be in control, to dominate, to make your head swim. You’d take charge in the morning.

After sucking on your breasts, he began kissing down your body. Trailing his lips along your stomach, over your pubic bone and to the top of your mound. He wasted no time furthering his journey, and soon he was kissing your pussy. You gasped at the feeling of his lips on your aching cunt. He’d barely kissed it and you were already feeling feral.

“Darius, please…”

“Okay, baby,” he said quietly.

He parted your folds with his tongue and began giving slow, soft licks to your swollen clit.

“Oh, my god…” you began as he quickened his pace, “Darius that feels so fucking good.”

He responded by sucking on it, causing you to gasp even louder and let out a moan, “Oh, fuck. Shit.”

He continued his assault on your clit, moaning into it as he ate for dear life. You could tell he had started touching himself while he pleasured you. You knew he wouldn’t last long. He’d be inside you in no time.

Your moans picked up the more he gave you, including slipping a finger inside. You felt his finger curl, hitting that sweet spot. The sensation was overwhelming. You felt like you could cum at any moment.

Your moans grew louder, then turned to whimpers, “Darius, please, baby. Please fuck me. I need you so badly. Fuck.”

He groaned into your pussy before stopping completely. You almost protested at the lack of contact before realizing that he was positioning himself between your legs. You could see his cock looking angry and leaking precum. He needed you as badly as you needed him. Without wasting time, he lined his cock up with your entrance and slowly pushed inside.

“Oh, fuck…” he groaned, shutting his eyes and leaning his head up to the ceiling, “Fuck, I need you so bad, sweetheart.”

You whined, as if begging him to start fucking you. He gladly took the hint and began slowly thrusting himself in and out. His eyes closed in pure focus. You arched your back and pushed your cunt into him, wrapping your arms around his back. You were determined to be properly fucked by this man. He opened his eyes and met yours.

“That’s my good girl. You know what I like.”

You moaned unabashedly, loving the pet name he called you in times like these.

“Such a good girl,” he groaned while quickening his pace.

You threw your head back and shut your eyes, relishing every moment and feeling this man was giving you, just like always. The friction in your cunt causing waves of pleasure to spill out. He pulled your chin down to face him. His pupils blown wide from lust as he leaned into you and crashed his lips into yours again. Swallowing each other’s moans, he kissed you with less finesse and more urgency, dying to make as much contact with you as he could.

His kisses traced the line of your jaw before stopping at your ear, “You like this baby?”

“Yeah…” you whined.

“Yeah? Does it feel good?”

You moaned again, “God, yes.”

He reached down and lifted one of your legs, pinning your knee near the side of your head, “Yeah? How ‘bout now?”

“Oh!” you practically shouted, “Fuck yes, that feels so fucking good, Darius.”

He groaned, if not growled, directly into your ear. The sound shooting straight to your throbbing pussy.

Quickening his pace, he kept toying with you, “You always feel so fucking good, baby. Fuck. So tight and wet just for me. I’m gonna cum so hard inside you.”

“Oh, my god. Fuck,” you responded, words beginning to escape you.

He could tell by the way you moaned and the way your body was tightening around him that you wouldn’t last much longer. He fucked you harder, slamming his cock into you. You were sure he’d leave bruises on your pelvic bone. He stuck his tongue in your ear and you let out a loud moan. He, once again, growled into your ear, this time louder and more animalistic. He couldn’t take much more either and he pulled himself up and now pushed your other leg back to replicate the other. Both knees on either side of your head and he was plunging into you with ferocity and desperation.

“Shit, baby,” he whined as your moans grew louder, practically screaming.

You leaned your head back and closed your eyes once more, feeling yourself getting close, “Fuck, Darius. Oh my god, baby, I’m gonna cum.”

As if on cue, he grabbed your chin again, forcing you to meet his gaze, “Look at me, angel. I wanna look in those pretty eyes when you cum.”

That was all it took. Soon, you were coming undone beneath him.

“Darius! Oh! Fuck!” you shouted, convulsing under him, struggling to keep your eyes locked onto his.

“Oh fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, also having difficulty keeping his eyes open.

You were still in the midst of an orgasm when Darius exclaimed, and you knew he was cumming inside of you. Both of you, moaning and writhing. Eventually, his thrusts slowed, then stopped. You were shaking and trying to catch your breath when he gently lowered your legs back down onto the bed. Then came the part you both hated, he pulled out of you. You whimpered at the empty feeling you felt once he was completely outside. He, too, was a shaking mess struggling to regulate his breathing when he lazily lowered himself onto his back next to you.

“Shit, sweetheart. I REALLY missed that. You’re gonna have to start visiting me on tour because I don’t think I can go that long again without you,” he breathed.

You cuddled back into his chest like you had previously, “I would love that. I hate being apart so long.”

“I know, baby, we won’t make that mistake again. Now, you promised that we’d get some sleep.”

“I know. After that, I’m ready to sleep again, anyway.”

He wrapped his arm around you once more, “Good. We’ll talk in the morning. Love you.”

You yawned, “Love you too.”

“Goodnight, angel.”

“Goodnight, Darius.”

[electric-cross]

High Times

Pairing: Darius Tehrani x Female Reader

Warnings: Marijuana use, cunnilingus

Word Count: 2k

Darius and the reader get high and enjoy some quality time on the couch.

It was a lazy Saturday night. You were at your boyfriend Darius’ house. The two of you sat on the couch watching some mindless horror movie, sharing a bong. You inhaled the smoke deeply into your lungs, feeling the effect of the marijuana. It was a nice feeling. You felt weightless and your body seemed as if it was floating. Darius had smoked even more than you, so you were sure he felt the same. You loved getting high with him. He became so silly and fun. He was the best person to get high with.

You stared at the TV screen as your boyfriend took another long hit off the bong. You were surprised he didn’t start coughing. You were very high at this point and you thought you’d refuse if he passed it back to you, but instead he sat it on the table before you. You must have smoked it all. Darius was more affectionate and touchy feely when he was high, so it didn’t surprise you when he leaned back on the couch and wrapped an arm around you. You nestled into him as the two of you continued watching the ridiculous slasher on TV.

You felt completely at peace, stoned and wrapped up in the love of your life. You lightly hummed when Darius began softly rubbing your arm. Closing your eyes, you took in the sensation of his hand. You felt small tingles where his hand stroked. You could chalk it up to the weed, but you knew that it was a combination of that and Darius’ touch. He could make you feel like this even when you were sober.

You continued enjoying the feeling of him, becoming aware of the sensation spreading throughout your body. It was a soft feeling. Butterflies in your stomach, goosebumps on your skin. You leaned your head into him and took in his scent, the cologne he used causing your head to swim. You loved the smell of him. You felt the pleasurable feelings begin to drift from your stomach down to your genitals. You weren’t shocked. You were almost always turned on by this man. It didn’t take much, especially when weed was involved.

Your body took control as you leaned into his neck and began peppering small kisses on him. Darius responded by lightly squeezing your arm as he continued to rub his hand up and down. You applied a bit more pressure to your kisses, stopping to place one behind his ear, which you knew he loved. He gently exhaled at the feeling. You placed a few more kisses there, knowing you could get your point across if you focused on one of his sweet spots. He stopped rubbing your arm, and instead gave a bit tighter of a squeeze. You could tell you were beginning to work your magic on him. Kissing down his neck, you began to lightly suck and bite his flesh. He squeezed harder and took in a sharp breath.

Darius leaned his head back against the couch, allowing you even more access, “Shit, baby. That feels really nice.”

You smiled against his throat and lightly ran your hand over his chest, feeling the fabric of his tank top. You continued kissing as you rubbed your hand back and forth and further down his body. Your fingertips grazed across his clothed stomach before dipping beneath and allowing your hand to freely roam across his torso. You felt the hair of his chest, which you loved, and placed your hand over his heart, still nipping at his neck. He closed his eyes and sighed in contentment.

You felt that familiar throb beginning in your pussy and pulled your hand out from under his shirt. Wasting no time, you grabbed his free hand and guided it between your legs. Using slight pressure, you pressed Darius’ hand into your clothed cunt and gently rubbed his hand into yourself. You sighed into his neck as you worked his hand a bit more forcefully and applied more pressure to his throat. At this point, you were sure you were leaving hickies. Good. You wanted to mark him, like he so often marked you.

You continued working his hand with a bit more pressure when you heard him laugh, “Well, someone’s horny.”

You giggled against his throat before being cut short by Darius applying even more pressure against your cunt, rubbing his palm over your clit. You moaned lightly at the feeling. Before you could comprehend it, Darius was unbuttoning your jeans and sliding his hand into your pants above your damp underwear.

He rubbed his fingers up and down your panties, “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re already this wet? I’ve barely touched you. You must be high as hell if you’ve already got it this bad.”

You simply sighed into his neck in response, audible enough for him to hear.

“Do you want more, baby?” he asked softly.

You closed your eyes, no longer kissing his neck, just nuzzling into him, “Yes.”

Without a word, Darius slipped his hand under the hem of your panties and began lightly brushing across your swollen clit. You gasped at the feeling.

He ran his fingers along your slit, collecting some of the wetness before bringing them back up to your clit and working it in slow, deliberate circles. You moaned softly into his neck, subconsciously lifting your hips and pushing them into his hand. Darius took his other hand off your arm and up to your hair, lightly brushing it behind your ear as his other hand continued its gentle assault on your clit.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he cooed.

“Mmm. Yes,” you replied, still moving your hips against him.

“What if I did this?” he asked as he slid his fingers down to your soaking wet entrance.

Darius lightly pushed the tip of his finger inside of you, feeling you shiver, before inserting the rest of his finger all the way in. He wasted no time inserting a second finger and pushing them as far inside of you as he could get. Your hips bucked when he curled them upward, rubbing against that sweet spot inside of you. You began openly moaning into him as he curled and flexed his fingers inside, making you feel sparks of electricity run throughout your entire body.

“That feels good, doesn’t it baby? You fucking love it when I’m inside of you. Any part of me.”

You could only moan more loudly in response. You shifted your hips even further to try to allow him as much access as you could. He must have noticed because he immediately began pushing his fingers in and out, fucking you with them the best he could. You moaned and writhed on the couch, savoring the experience. Your head dizzy from weed and arousal.

Just as you were beginning to build toward your climax, Darius pulled his hand out of your pants completely. You had no time to register what he was doing, before he was lifting your hips and pulling your jeans and panties to the floor. He grabbed your waist and scooted you sideways, giving him enough room to lie flat on his back across the couch.

“Come here, baby,” he reached out to you.

You took the opportunity to climb up his body and straddle his waist.

Darius placed his hands on your hips, “No, not there. Come here.”

You felt a bit confused before you realized he was pulling your body upward toward his face. You followed his movements and soon you were straddling your naked, wet cunt directly above his lips.

“Let me taste how much I’ve turned you on, sweetheart,” he spoke softly, centimeters away from your pussy, the feeling of his breath against you.

You leaned your head back toward the ceiling, eyes closed, shivering in anticipation. Darius lightly grasped both of your hips in his hands as he slowly lowered your body down, into his waiting mouth. You gasped loudly as you felt his lips make contact with your throbbing cunt. First, he kissed along your labia, stopping to take small nips at the swollen lips, licking them up and down. Next, he was parting your folds with his tongue and deeply kissing your clit directly. He lightly flicked his tongue across the little bud and you shivered against his touch. You could feel him smile against your pussy, pleased with the effect he was having on you.

Darius knew exactly what to do with his mouth. You were constantly thinking about all the times he’d gone down on you, and the way he’d made you cum from it. You had frequent dreams about it. His skilled tongue making shapes you were sure he’d learned from all the practice he had as a deathcore vocalist. He made you feel things no one else ever had.

After a few moments of light teasing, Darius parted his lips and sucked hard on your clit, causing you to gasp and moan loudly. He tightened his grip on your hips and pulled you even more forcefully into his mouth. He swirled his tongue across your aching bud as he sucked it with care. Your body, once again, took control, and you were soon grinding your cunt into his mouth, moaning wantonly at the feeling of his tongue. He sucked and licked and moaned into your pussy, causing you to feel waves and jolts of pleasure throughout your entire body.

It wasn’t long before you felt that familiar constriction in your cunt, “Oh, fuck, baby. Shit, you’re gonna make me cum.”

Darius responded by gripping you harder, licking and sucking for dear life. You groaned loudly at the feeling of his moans against your pussy. You felt your body trembling, and you knew you were close.

“Fuck, you’re so good at that. Oh my god…” you trailed off.

He licked faster, knowing his work was almost done. His hands trailed from your hips back to your ass as he gripped and squeezed roughly, helping you grind against his tongue.

“Shit. Fuck!” you called out, words beginning to escape you.

Darius moaned into you again, sucking harder than he had before. This was it. This was your undoing. You leaned forward and grabbed fistfuls of his hair and came so hard you saw stars. Your loud moans filling the living room. You involuntarily rubbed your cunt down harder into his face, which he responded to by squeezing and massaging your ass. He gently sucked your clit a bit more as your orgasm began to wind down.

The whole room was spinning and you were grateful that Darius was holding you in place. You could barely form a coherent thought as you felt him lick along your slit, collecting as much of your wetness as he could. He sighed and dipped his tongue inside of you, causing you to gasp and pull at his hair. He lightly licked up and down along your entrance, feeling you shake against his mouth. 

After a few moments, he pulled your hips up and off his face. He helped guide your shaking legs from around the sides of his head and positioned you so that you were lying on the couch next to him. You almost moaned again at the sight of Darius licking his lips, tasting all that you had left on his mouth. 

You began to steady your breathing as Darius smiled at you and asked, “Feel better?”

You smiled back, “Much better. Thank you, baby.”

He grinned once more before shifting on his side and pulling you into a spooning position, “Glad I could help.”

He placed a small kiss to the side of your head and you leaned back into him, enjoying the feeling of his chest rising and falling against you.

“So you don’t want me to return the favor?” you laughed.

He chuckled, “Nah, not right now. You seem like you came pretty hard. I’ll let you rest for awhile, but just know that I will be fucking you before the night is over. Maybe when I’m not quite so stoned.”

You laughed again, “Okay, I look forward to it.”

“Good,” he began, “Oh, and thank you, too.”

“For what?” you asked.

“Well, I had pretty bad cotton mouth, and you just fixed that.”

“Jesus Christ, Darius,” you laughed.

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When Darius had approached you about this, you’d laughed. It was a dumb thing between boys, and you couldn’t see the harm in it. 

A private extension of the bet they’d made on stream. 

The loser gets a tattoo, but the winner gets you — at least for one night. 

Of course, Darius had only suggested it assuming that he’d easily win the bet. 

It was a BLT and you knew that he was confident enough in the kitchen to make this bet in good faith. And you had agreed, fully knowing that there was a chance that Noah could win this. 

To your surprise, Noah had in fact prepared the winning BLT. 

Darius had texted you ahead of time, letting you know that he’d be bringing Noah home with him that night. That has given you enough time to clean up and mentally prepare yourself for whatever would happen. 

You’re surprisingly excited to spend a night with Noah. Of course, you’re more than happy and satisfied with Darius, he gives you no reason to want more, but you also cannot deny that Noah would be so much fun to play with. 

Their arrival is announced by boisterous laughter. You know that their friendship is mostly sponsored by both of them being friends with Davis, something tells you that tonight might change the dynamic of things just a little bit. 

You’ve slipped a loose fitting shirt from Darius’s side of the closet and shorts over the red lace bodysuit you’d picked out for the occasion. If Noah’s getting a prize, you might as well give him something pretty to unravel. 

After brief hellos, Noah excuses himself to the bathroom, giving you a chance to speak to Darius on your own. 

“Still okay with this happening? I doubt that Noah’ll be upset if you’ve changed your mind.” He asks, arms caging you against the counter of your kitchen. 

“More than okay.” you reply. 

You pull him down to you for a brief kiss. 

“I’ll be in the room the entire time, just in case. I trust Noah, but I want you to feel safe.” 

The reassurance settles the pit of nerves in your tummy. No matter how many adventurous things you and Darius get up to, you still get a little nervous from time to time. 

“Have you thought about what you’re okay with? I know we’ve done this a few times, but it might be different with him.” Darius asks then. 

“Are you okay with him fucking me?” 

“You know I am.” he steals another kiss from you, “You want him in that pretty little pussy of yours? Think he can fuck you better than I can?” 

You both know your answer, but you’re more than willing to play this game. 

“Who knows what he’s hiding. You can never know.” 

Darius’ hand drifts under your shirt, “What do you have on under this?” 

“That’s a surprise.” you shoot back quickly, dragging his hand away from you. 

You swear that you catch him pouting in the corner of your vision, but he quickly shakes it off. 

Before you can talk more, Noah exits the bathroom. 

“So, how’s this going to go?” 

You don’t miss the nervous tremble in his voice, despite how much he tries to hide it. 

Without giving him a reply, you sit on the sofa, waiting for the both of them to join you. They bracket you, Darius sitting a little closer than normal to you. 

You turn towards Noah, “This can go however you want it to. You’re the winner of this bet, after all.” 

You feel Darius hand on your waist, giving you silent comfort. 

“How about we loosen this up a little, huh?” Darius speaks from behind you. 

He reaches for the drawer under your coffee table where you know he’s stashed away the little baggie and papers. 

Half an hour and a good conversation later, you’re lounging against Darius’ chest with your legs stretched out over Noah’s lap. His hands rest on your thigh, as he tells you about the progress they’ve made on the album. You’re only half listening, mostly occupied with the feeling of his fingers on your skin. 

Darius pressing his lips to the side of your neck doesn’t exactly help your situation. His arm tightens around your middle, inching your shirt up just a little more. 

Noah’s words trail off into silence. 

You follow his line of sight to where most of your thigh is now exposed. His lithe fingers trail up your skin, until they reach the edge of your shorts. They dip under the fabric just a little, still not daring to venture too high. You place your hand on top of his, slowly inching it closer to where you want him to touch you. His breath hitches when you bring his fingers to your core. His thumb drifts across the seam of your shorts, finding just a little bit of damp here. 

You let out a sigh when he finds your clit through the layers of fabric. He draws a few lazy circles before he finally speaks up. 

“Take these off?” he asks, tugging at the hem of your shorts. 

You can’t deny him that, and so you push up your hips. Noah rushes to tug them down. His breath catches in his throat when he finds the lace fabric beneath it. With your shorts tossed aside, Noah quickly returns his thumb to its previous spot. 

“Oh fuck.” he gasps, then his thumb drags through your folds. 

You feel Darius’ chest shake with laughter underneath you, “You’re the devil, sweetheart. Did you put on that pretty crotchless thing?” 

You only give a sigh in response. 

Instead of a thumb, you soon feel the tip of a middle finger dip into you. Noah inches his finger into you, slowly and carefully. You can tell that he’s testing waters, waiting for any sign of resistance or protest. When he doesn’t find any, he presses further until his palm presses against you. 

“How does she feel?” Darius’ voice rumbles through your chest. 

Noah stifles a moan, “She’s so fucking wet already.” 

“Don’t have to be so gentle with her, she can take it.” Darius adds.

With a little repositioning, Noah ends up kneeling between your parted thighs. He works two fingers into you, with his thumb moving across your clit. You thread your fingers into his hair, slowly inching him closer to you. 

You sigh out his name, hand tightening in his hair. 

His fingers slow down, easing out of you just a little. Noah dips down, flicking his tongue against your clit. You let your eyes fall shut as he buries his face between your thighs. He licks and sucks at you as if it’s the only thing he knows. Noah is almost devotional with how he eats you out. 

You let your head fall back against Darius’ chest, fully giving yourself to the pleasure that surges through you. Darius’ hand wanders under your shirt, coming to cup one of your breasts. His lips find their way back to your neck, most likely to leave even more marks on your skin. 

Between the attention the both of them are giving you, you’re sure that you won’t last very long. 

Noah’s hands dig into your thighs, keeping himself attached to you. You swear that you hear him whine against you too.

You don’t know where you’re supposed to put your hands any more. One of your hands is tangled into Darius’ hair, while the other keeps Noah between your thighs. 

Darius is still toying with your nipple, his touch slowly reaching that roughness you’re used to from him. 

You’re all gasps and moans by now, writhing with the overwhelming sensations that course through your body. 

Below you, Noah pushes up against your hand, and you relent your grip on him enough to allow him to come up for air. He rests his head against your thigh. His chin and lips are smeared with your wetness. Noah gazes up at you with a dazed, dreamy look. You carefully pull his hair back out of his face. A soft smile plays on his lips, and you can’t help but reciprocate it. 

The hand that has been resting against your tummy reaches out, just managing to find the back of Noah’s head. Darius shoves him back between your thighs. He re-adjusts his grip when Noah is close enough for it. He gets right back to work. 

Instead of the careful, gentle approach from before, you’re now met with something almost carnal. Noah buries himself in you, moaning so unashamedly. 

He slides two fingers back into you, finding a quick and unrelenting rhythm. He makes quick work of you, pushing you closer and closer towards your climax. 

Your back arches away from Darius when you come undone. Between his tongue and his fingers, you can’t decide what to focus on first. You don’t have it in you to hold back the sighs and moans that pour from your lips. 

Noah has barely pulled away from you, when you feel yourself manoeuvred around again. Your mind still swims with the high Noah has just brought you, but you’re aware that they’re talking about something. 

While Noah wrangles with his jeans, Darius continues to press kisses along your neck. You managed to bring yourself to pull up the oversized shirt you had pulled on earlier. And with Darius’ help, you don’t have to struggle much to take it off entirely. His lips immediately find a home on your now bared shoulder. His teeth graze against your skin, it’s not enough to draw blood, but the sting of it is so delicious. 

“How are you feeling, pretty girl?” he asks, lips brushing against your skin, “Still good to go?” 

You give a nod, despite knowing that he’ll want a verbal response from you. 

“Words.” he adds, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “I need to hear you say it.” 

“I want more.” you practically have to choke the words out. 

Behind you, Darius lets out a chuckle, “Hear that, she gets so fucking needy sometimes. Absolutely insatiable.” 

Noah kneels in front of you on the sofa. You don’t dare to look just yet, instead keeping your focus on his face. 

His hands come to your waist, tugging you further down. You let out a surprised little gasp.

“Ready?” Noah asks, brows creased just a little. 

Your breath hitches just a little when you feel the head of his cock brushing against your folds.  

“Yes.” 

Noah eases the tip between your folds, and you finally convince yourself to look down. He’s sizable, a little slimmer than Darius and maybe a little bit smaller. Which, considering how well equipped your boyfriend is, is still more than plenty. Noah takes his time with it, slowly working his cock further into you. 

You blindly search for Darius’ hand, and he is merciful enough to give you what you want. He gives your hand a comforting squeeze. 

He fills you so well, stretching you out in just the right way. 

Darius’s free hand finds its way back to your chest, quickly finding your nipple through the fabric. 

Just as he begins to play with you, Noah begins to pull out of you again. He stops when just the head is inside of you, before he buries himself in your warmth once again. 

Noah’s head drops back when he’s fully settled inside of you. 

“Shit you feel so good – fuck.” his voice breaks in to a gasp. 

You flex your muscles around him, pulling another gasp from him. 

At the same time, Darius tries his best to tug down one of the cups of your bodysuit.

“Just wait until she gets close. She’ll take you down with her.” Darius says with a hint of humour in his voice. 

You suddenly realise that you never talked about protection and that you don’t know if Noah had put on a condom. You try your best to turn back towards Darius. 

“What’s up, baby? Everything okay?”

Noah stops moving immediately. 

“Did he – did you remember the condom?” you ask, turning back to Noah. 

Behind you, Darius lets out a relieved breath. 

“Yes – of course I did.” 

Noah reaches for your hand, slowly guiding it down between your thighs so that you can feel the latex yourself. 

“O-okay.” Noah gives your hand a gentle squeeze before he releases it again, “Are you good to continue?” 

“I am.” you nod. 

He picks up a slow rhythm. 

Noah’s newly freed up hand, shifts towards the back of your thigh, pushing it up towards your body. This new angle feels even more intense. You feel every pass of his cock against your walls, and it’s starting to get a little dizzying. 

You let yourself sink against Darius, fully allowing the sensations to take you over. A thumb begins to circle over your clit in time with Noah’s thrusts. It’s overwhelming, and you feel so very close to overstimulation already. 

Darius has moved a hand towards your other thigh at some point, keeping you spread wide. It’s almost obscene. You would feel ashamed if you’d be more in charge of your mind. The edges of your vision are fuzzy when you manage to keep your eyes open for longer than a few moments. 

It’s all so much. 

You’re not sure if you’re going to last much longer. Between the attention they’re both giving you, you can feel yourself falling apart at a rapid rate. 

“Are you gonna cum for him, baby? Gonna let him feel that pretty little cunt?” Darius speaks from behind you. 

The hand that had been playing with your tits wanders up your chest. It briefly stays on your throat, giving a squeeze, before it curls around your jaw. 

You let out a whine.

“Come on, pretty girl. Let us hear you.” his voice sounds so rough, even though he isn’t even directly involved with this. 

You force yourself to speak then, “C-close.” 

“Good girl. Show him how good you feel.” 

It rushes over you a moment later. You feel your back arching, stretching as hands push and pull you through this high. Their hands feel so good on your body, so overwhelming. 

You can barely make out the words they’re exchanging above you. Noah continues his thrusts into you, pushing you further towards overstimulation. 

He stills a moment later. 

His hand on your thigh tightens, fingers digging into your flesh almost painfully. 

You feel Noah spill inside the condom with a gasp. He stays buried inside of you for a moment longer. 

Eventually, you feel him moving away from you, but you can’t possibly bring yourself to open your eyes to check where he’s going. 

Darius gathers you up in his arms, pulling you close to him. He peppers the softest kisses against your cheek and jaw. 

“You did so good, baby. I’m so proud of you.” He whispers against your skin. 

You look at Noah on the other side of the sofa. He looks just as exhausted as you feel. 

“Noah?” You poke your foot against his thigh to get his attention, “How are you feeling?”

“So fucking good.” a wicked little smile works its way onto his face. 

“She’s good like that.” Darius’ arm tightens around your middle. 

Noah doesn’t stay for much longer. 

In a way, you’re glad because you really don’t know how to move on from this. You’re sure that things will be fine in the long run but making idle conversation with him doesn’t sound like the best way to do things right now. 

Darius follows you under the shower. His hands barely leave your body. This time, his touch is gentle. 

“How did you feel about all of this?” He asks softly, still pressing kisses against your skin. 

“You’re not jealous, are you?” You know he isn’t, but it’s fun to poke him a little. 

“Of Noah?” He can hardly contain the laughter that breaks from him, “Come on, I know this was fun for you, but I know that I can make you feel so much better. Or should I feel jealous? Are you going to run off with him?”

You pull him down for a kiss, “Never gonna happen. This was fun for a day, but I’ve got everything I need right here.”

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one-shots

Here you can find all (un)connected one-shots. This is RPF, read at your own discretion. Minors DNI.

Specific warnings can be found on each post.

✦ = smut ♥ = fluff ☾ = angst

➻ secret prompt list fics

girl!noah au:

✦ she's a silver lining | Pairing: Girl!Noah x Matt Dierkes | Word Count: 1.8k

✦ little remedy | Pairing: Girl!Noah x Layla(OFC) | Word Count: 4.4k

noah sebastian:

✦ devour me | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader | Word Count: 2.2k

✦ together: noah sebastian | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader |Word Count: 2.2k

✦ the great escape | Pairing: Noah Sebastian | Word Count: 1.5k

☾ dors encore jusqu'au jour où tout ira bien | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader | Word Count: 5.9k

♥ anywhere with you | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Nicholas Ruffilo | Word Count: 1.1k

✦ a thousand flowers could bloom | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader | Word Count: 1.8k

✦ the manic rhapsody | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader | Word Count: 595

♥ i'll be yours and you'll be... | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader | Word Count: 447

♥ whatever the sun will always sing is you | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader | Word Count: 2.1k

nick folio:

♥ 38. i want to see you | Pairing: Nick Folio x Reader | Word Count: 699

nicholas ruffilo:

♥ i need you so much closer | Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x Reader | Word Count: 632

jolly karlsson:

♥ make me safe | Pairing: dad!Jolly x f!reader | Word Count: 633

✦ gentle impulsion | Pairing: Jolly Karlsson x f!reader | Word Count: 597

♥ find me here where i belong | Pairing: stepdad!Jolly x f!reader | Word Count: 585

darius therani:

✦ the kind of love i've been dreamin' of | Pairing: Darius Tehrani x f!reader | Word Count: 2.5k

✦ heaven in your skin | Pairing: Darius Tehrani x f!reader | Word Count: 3k

✦ dream like a butterfly | Pairing: Darius Tehrani x f!reader | Word Count: 1.8K

✦ like some kind of heaven | Pairing: Darius Tehrani x f!reader | Word Count: 505

matt dierkes:

✦ you live in my dream state | Pairing: Matt Dierkes x f!reader | Word Count: 1.3k

♥ to be alone with you | Pairing: Matt Dierkes x Nicholas Ruffilo | Word Count: 516

jolly x nick (x f!reader):

✦ you help me lose my mind | Pairing: Jolly Karlsson x f!reader x Nicholas Ruffilo | Word Count: 4.1K

✦ it’s just you and me now | Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x Jolly Karlsson | Word Count: 3.2k

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Hi!

Here’s a list of the things I’m currently (actively) working on. Feel free to send in whatever kind of questions you have.

Have a lore question? Want to know more about the plot? Maybe a mood board? Everything’s possible!

Current WIPs

Noah birthday fic

Jolly x Noah follow up to disappear into the night

Darius x f!reader Halloween fic

Be My Angel 3

Note: Everyone can participate in this. Please don’t feel as if you cannot send in an ask for whatever reason. I’d love to hear from you, no matter how small you think your question is 🩷

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✨ Weekly WIP Update ✨

Happy November gang!

I’m going to try to make these updates a weekly thing just to keep you in the loop.

Firstly some bad-ish news: my brain has decided that we’re no longer motivated to write the Halloween fics. Eight fics was pretty ambitious and I’m very proud of how many I wrote. I still intend to finish the last three. The first of those, Final Girl, should be ready by the end of the week. But I’m taking the pressure of posting these at a specific date off my shoulders. It’ll be out whenever it’s finished.

Now for the fun part.

Current WIPs:

Ruffilo x Noah (part of Swim in Your Divine)

Final Girl (Darius x f!reader Halloween fic)

Be My Angel 3 (Nicholas Ruffilo x OFC)

✨baby explores gender✨ (Noah x OFC) (that’s the actual title of my doc btw)

Feel free to send in your questions, comments and thoughts. No question is off limits. Everything from lore questions, mood boards or just a fun thought is possible 🩷

- hed

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Weekly WIP Update - Nov 19

The good news is that I have titles and headers for both of my big WIPs. The bad-ish news is that neither of them are finished. They are however progressing quite well, and I’m pretty happy with both of them.

And because I love giving myself more work, I'm doing prompt list fics. If you would like to request one of those fics please send me a number between 1 and 53. I will let you know if a number has been taken already. The prompt list will be linked on the masterlist.

Edit: if you want a specific pairing please let me know. If you only send me a number I will pick the pairing.

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Current WIPs:

a prayer to venus (formerly known as ✨baby explores gender✨) noah x ofc

you get me closer to god noah x f!reader x darius

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the kind of love i've been dreamin' of - darius tehrani x f!reader

warnings: 2.5k

word count: Swearing, alcohol consumption, fingering (f receiving), protected intercourse

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You’ve ended up here as a favour. Your friend had helped you move, and in turn you’d agreed to go to this get-together with them. Even if you could imagine so many other things you’d rather do on this Friday evening. But you’re here now, and you’re going to sit through it like the good friend you are. 

You realise a little too late in the evening that the man you’ve been loosely flirting with was your host for the evening. Aside from the fact that he’s physically attractive, you find yourself drawn to the deep, rumbling laughter that falls from him when you tell him about your unfortunate encounter with a Paris metro door. 

There’s an intense draw to him, the attention he awards you makes your tummy flutter and your cheeks tinge pink, and you’re sure that he takes absolute delight in hearing you stumble over your worlds. 

As the evening crawls on and people slowly depart, you move over into the living room. You still find yourself next to Darius. Somehow, you’re even closer now. His knee keeps bumping into yours when he talks, and the constant touch makes you a little dizzy. 

Somehow you end up as the last person. Your friend hand long said goodbye, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to go with them. And he'd looked so relieved when you had said that you’d stay for a while longer. 

And now here you are and suddenly awfully aware of how close you are to him. Your mind swims with wine and need, and taking your hand off his knee feels like the worst idea to you. Moving away from him in any way feels like a bad idea. 

You’re not entirely sure how you ended up being the last person here. When your friend has asked you to come with them to his get-together you’d planned to stay until desert and now here you were drunk on good wine, getting handsy with the host you’ve met maybe six hours ago. 

Darius had wrapped you around his finger a little too easily. Between the wine and a somewhat recent breakup, you’d been very susceptible to his flirting, regardless of how subtle it was. 

By now he’s crowding into your space, and under normal circumstances he’d be way too close for someone you barely know. But with how much your head already spins, you can’t bring yourself to complain. 

The proximity makes you dizzy. 

You throw the rest of your wine back. A droplet slips past your lips, trailing down your skin until it’s brushed away by his finger. 

“Careful.” He says quietly, “Don’t wanna stain that shirt.”

The finger slips past his own wine stained lips, and you can’t tear your eyes away from the scene in front of you. 

He catches you looking at him, meets your stare with an intensity that almost makes you disappear into the ground. 

You feel your stomach drop. The tension between you has been building all night. It all seems to culminate at this moment. He carefully tucks a few stands of your hair behind your ear, leaving his palm to rest against your cheek. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asks softly. 

His eyes flit across your face, never stopping in one place for long. He’s so close already. 

“Please.” You find yourself sighing. 

You swear that you see the faintest trace of a smile on his lips before he moves in. To your surprise, he’s so very gentle. His lips feel so soft against yours and god you could lose yourself in the feeling. The warmth of his palm against your cheek fills your head with fuzz. 

You’re breathless when you part again. The way he looks at you is dizzying. 

“I’ve been thinking about that all night.” He sounds surprisingly sheepish, eyes cast low to where your hands fiddle with a loose piece of thread on your jeans. 

“Darius.” You return his earlier gesture and bring your hand to the side of his face, making him look at you, “Kiss me again?”

A heart beat later, he’s on you again. His hands cup the sides of your face as you kiss. You can taste the wine, the faint trace of tobacco from the cigarette you’d shared earlier on his lips and tongue. He leans closer into your space, forcing you to lean back. You can find a good place to hold on to when you feel yourself falling backwards. The squeak you let out when you collide with the sofa should have been a little embarrassing, but you can’t bring yourself to care a whole lot. 

Darius pulls away just enough to speak, “We have to stop.”

He looks so awfully torn up about it. You know that the sensible thing would be to stop this while you still have your wits about you. You’re both drunk, you barely know him, but nothing in you wants to leave. You bring your hands to the back of his neck. 

“What if I don’t want to?” You ask, gently pulling him back down to you. 

His lips meet yours in a brief kiss. 

“I don’t — I don’t want you to regret this.”

“I won’t.” You promise, once again pulling him closer to you.

He lets out a quiet curse, before he dips back down to kiss you again. You thread your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck to keep him close. The warm, woody notes of his cologne wrap themselves around your senses. His body blankets yours entirely, and you feel yourself getting lost in the way he kisses you. 

His hands roam across your sides, pushing at your shirt to reach the skin beneath. Your fingers dig into his back, trying to find some kind of purchase. Darius grinds down against you, and you’re suddenly so very aware of how much he’s already affected by you. From your lips, his descend along your jaw and neck. In your already dizzied mind, you tear at the tie that holds his hair up. The curls fall, dramatic, like the final curtain on a theatre stage. He looks almost frenzied when his head whips up to face you. 

“Do you have a condom?” You’re not sure where the sense is finally coming from. You’re glad that you’ve found it, though. 

The question seems to clear up his mind in no time. 

“Shit of course. Yes. Give me — give me a moment. I’ll get one.” 

He takes a moment to gather himself and steals another kiss from you before he lifts himself from the sofa. You watch him round the corner and disappear into the dark hallway. You take the time to strip out of jeans, the shirt you’re wearing is oversized enough to still leave some things to the imagination so you don’t feel entirely exposed. 

When he comes back a moment later, his shirt is already gone, exposing his lean torso. You watch curiously as he moves through the room. The subtly shifting muscle keeps your eyes focused on him, and you can’t stop your hands from wandering across your belly. Darius stops in his tracks when your fingers start to creep higher. 

“Starting without me?”

You keep your eyes fixed on him while you let your fingers drift across your skin. His lips are parted ever so slightly in anticipation, and you swear that you hear him let out a sigh when you pull off your shirt. He’s back onto you a moment later. He struggles out of his trousers, unwilling to part from you for too long. Your legs wrap around his waist as soon as he’s bared to you. You take the foil wrapper from his hands. He’s straining against the fabric of his boxers, and you can tell that he’s by no means small. It’s a little intimidating. You can’t stop yourself from brushing your fingers against the imprint of his cock. Darius pulls in a sharp breath at your touch. His eyes are focused on yours when you look up at him. 

You tug down his boxers, freeing the length of his cock. The noise he lets out when you wrap your hand around him makes you shudder. You give him a few more strokes, before you tear open the wrapper. You roll the condom onto his length. Darius leans down for another kiss. This one just as soft as the last. One of his hands remains on your side, while the other slithers between your thighs. 

He makes quick work of you, easing two fingers into your. He shifts when you pull him down for another kiss, moving his hand next to your head to keep himself upright. 

“Does that feel good?” He asks softly, “Not too much?”

“It’s good.” The words come out slurred and muddled. 

If his fingers already feel so good inside of you, how will the rest of him feel?

You can tell that he’s growing restless too, the rhythm of his hands becomes unsteady, a little too fast for what he’s doing. His eyes flicker between your face and where his fingers work in and out of you. 

“Darius please.” You whine, digging your fingers into his shoulder. 

“I know – just a moment longer.” His words trail off into a groan when you clench around his fingers, “God fuck you feel so good. Is that good?”

His fingers curl inside you so deliciously, hitting all the right spots. You can only whine in response. And your body follows his fingers when they finally retreat, pulling a deep chuckle from him. 

“Be patient.” He hums, as he comes down to kiss you again, “Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

You give him a faint nod. 

Darius dips down to steal another kiss from you. You watch as his hand wraps around his cock, giving it a few haphazard strokes before he guides the head down towards your entrance. His thumb presses against your clit, making you sigh so sweetly. Darius’ head drops back when he eases the head into you. Your hand wraps around his arm, trying to ground yourself as your mind threatens to drift off into pure bliss. The stretch is almost too much, but he’s so careful with it that you find yourself pushing past the ache. His quiet curses make you dizzy. Seeing him so affected by you makes your head swim.

The furrow in his brow dissolves when he’s properly seated inside of you. He sets himself upright, eyes drifting across your outstretched body beneath him. His hands drift across your tummy. 

“Look at you.” He mumbles, “So beautiful.”

“Should see yourself. ” you reply, finding yourself sounding more confident than you had anticipated. 

And really, he is a sight to behold. A few stray curls stick to his forehead, his lips are parted just enough for you to see his tongue dip out to wet them. You can’t stop yourself from tracing a finger across his sternum. Darius draws in a trembling breath at your touch. His hips tick forward, making you whine out. 

He pulls out until just the head remains lodged inside of you. Your legs wind around his waist as he sinks back into you, this time with a little more force. The weight of his body, when he leans over you, makes it all feel so much more intense. Your hands dig into his shoulders, nails pressing crescent moons into his skin. His lips find the side of your neck. You’re sure that you’ll find your skin littered with marks come tomorrow morning, but you can’t bring yourself to care about that, not when you can already feel that knot in your belly tightening. 

Darius’ hand grips into your thigh, pressing it up against your chest. You somehow manage to wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him close to you. He seems to be more than willing to give you what you’re asking for. Every thrust he gives into you rocks your body against the cushions of the sofa. You’re not sure how he does it, but he seems to be able to read your body perfectly. This man you’ve met only a few hours ago is already treating you better than the person you’ve spent the last three years with. He’s just rough enough with you for it to be pleasant, and you’re glad that he’s not treating you like a fragile little thing. 

You tangle your hand into his hair once again to urge his lips back down to yours. The kiss is more teeth and tongue than lips. Your head tips back when he grazes his teeth against the edge of your jaw. 

Between the sounds of his skin making contact with yours over and over and over again and the steady flow of moans that falls from both of you, you find yourself crawling closer and closer towards your climax. You barely notice the stutter in his hips when you bring your hand to the side of his face. 

“Close.” you choke out, “Don’t stop.” 

Darius lets out a breathless laugh, “Good – fuck you feel so good. Right behind you.” 

He feels impossibly good inside of you. The stretch, the angle – it’s all too good. 

“Is this good? Do you need more?” he sounds so stretched thin and breathless. 

“So good.” you sigh, pulling him back down. 

He shifts just a little bit, changing the angle just enough to send you over the edge. You’re sure that you black out for a moment. You know that your fingers dig into his back, that his face is buried against your neck, but apart from that the world fades entirely into the background. 

His thrusts slow down until he stills entirely. For a long moment, he remains hovering above you. The warmth that radiates off his body seeps into yours and when he finally looks at you again you feel as if everything has changed. 

Darius eases himself out of you, soothing his hand across your side when you wince. 

“I know, baby.” he speaks softly, “That’s it.”

He slumps down on the other end of the sofa, drawing in a deep breath, before he turns to look at you. 

When you’d normally go searching for your clothes, you find yourself so very comfortable in front of him. There’s a soft warmth in the way he looks at you, and it feels so deeper than it should considering that you’ve only met him today. 

The tender moment tears when he eventually gets up, letting you know that he’ll be right back. While he’s gone, you gather your clothes. You’re just pulling up your panties when he returns. The sweatpants he’d pulled on hang low on his hips, hiding virtually nothing. 

You’re not sure where this leaves you. It’ll be good if it remains a one time thing, but at the same time it would be an absolute shame.

He speaks up just as you reach for your jeans, “Do you want to stay here tonight? It’s late and –”

“I’ll stay under one condition.” 

Darius perks up at that, “And that would be?”

“Take me out on a date?” 

Obvious relief washes over his face, and he flashes you a soft smile. 

“Gladly. As many as you want.” 

You wake up well into the day to an empty bed. The sun breaks through the partially opened curtains, and you feel as if you could rest here forever. It takes you a moment to realise that you aren’t in your own bedroom. Slowly, the memories of the previous night flood back into your mind. And you can’t shake the feeling that this night has changed everything. You let yourself reminisce until the scent of freshly brewed coffee drags you towards the kitchen. You find Darius, still only clad in sweatpants, tending to something on the stove. It’s so awfully domestic, and you cannot tear your eyes away from him. 

He does notice you eventually, and you’re handed your own cup of coffee. You hope that the late breakfast you share won’t be the last one, and not just because it’s that good. 

Eventually, you realise that you will have to leave at some point. When you announce that you’ll head home in a bit, Darius offers to drop you off at your place as you had arrived with your friend. You gladly take him up on the offer if only to extend the time you get with him. 

He leaves you with the promise that you’ll go out before the end of the week. And after a rather sweet kiss to your cheek you say your goodbyes. You’re barely up the stairs and behind your own door when a text from him pops up on the screen of your phone. 

Can’t wait to see you again. How do you feel about hotpot?

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heaven in your skin - darius tehrani - f!reader

Pairing: Darius Tehrani x f!reader Warnings: Unprotected intercourse, swearing, spit, mentions of bodily fluids, they’re consensually mean to each other Word Count: 3k 

He’s especially vicious tonight. 

You watch as Darius moves around the stage, somehow looking more enraged and on edge than normal. Even from your position on the balcony, you can see spittle fly as his face contorts. The growls and screams sound so much harsher tonight, and he reminds you of a wild animal, something one step away from rabid. You’re not sure what is fuelling this, but you love it. 

The heavy riffs and rapid fire drum beats vibrate through your body. You’re not on that stage but adrenaline shoots through your veins nevertheless. You can’t imagine what it feels like for him up there. Darius doesn’t know that you’re here yet, doesn’t know that you’ve done the four-hour drive just to see him for two hours. It’ll be worth it, though. Knowing him, you won’t get a rosy romcom reunion. Showing up in the middle of a show when you haven’t seen each other for weeks almost certainly guarantees you a curt hello before you’ll find yourself stuffed into some dingy bathroom with him.

Gentle will come when the adrenaline has worn off, but you won’t be here to witness that. You’ll have to head back home way too soon again, denying you the pleasure of getting the soft and gentle side of him. God, you can’t wait for him to be home again. 

As much as you like soft and nice, the both of you prefer the biting scrape of nails on skin over featherlight touch. 

You find your way towards the side of the stage as the band's set comes to an end. You want Darius to see you when he comes off. By now you need him close as can be. Not just because you crave the way his fingers will curl around your throat. You miss him – genuinely. It’s been weeks since you’ve seen him, and your body longs for his touch. 

He stops dead in his tracks when he finally spots you. The smile that works its way onto his face makes you shiver. It's dark, threatening. The way his head lowers, eyes narrowing to fix you like prey. You won’t leave this venue without marks littering your body. 

You barely manage to say hello, before his arm curls around your bicep. Darius drags you into the guts of the venue, barely a word leaving his mouth. You’re sure that you hear a low growl of this fucking skirt through gritted teeth. It had been a conscious choice. You knew that the little scrap of fabric drove him insane. He doesn’t know that you’ve picked out the skimpiest pair of underwear.  

Darius tries one of the doors lining the hallway. He swears under his breath when it refuses to budge, before he moves on to the next, still dragging you behind him. 

“Fuck it.” he grumbles, shoving another door open, revealing a bathroom. 

You scramble into the room behind him, kicking the door shut once you’re inside. 

You watch as he tosses his in-ears and mic pack onto the counter. His back remains turned towards you for a moment longer, and you use the brief moment of silence to gather your wits. 

“Darius.” you speak softly, trying to get his attention.

His hands run through his hair, gripping into it briefly. You know that he’s trying to keep himself composed. His body rises and falls with a deep breath. When he finally turns around, he looks just as wild as before. The ire has calmed a little, but the edge is still there. 

A second later, your back slams into the door. One of his hands tangles into your hair, gripping a little tighter than comfortable. The other moves up the side of your body, searching for purchase.

The kiss is so very far from gentle. It’s rough, all spit and teeth. You moan when he digs his fingers into your side, when he pulls you against him. Your own hands grip into his back and shoulders. The fabric of the overalls stops you from really feeling him. They have to be gone. You need to feel him, more of him – all of him. With desperate hands, you start to wrangle open the buttons. 

Darius’ lips trail across your jaw and down to your neck. Your hands fly into his hair, as teeth scrape against the skin of your neck. The bite isn’t strong enough to leave a mark – you think – but it stings so deliciously. 

Your mind is too occupied with the feeling of his hands on your body. It feels as if he’s everywhere. His hands and lips are all over your body. It’s so much and not enough at the same time. By now, your panties are soaked through, something tells you that you won’t leave with them anyway. 

“Hands on the counter.” he orders, as he drags himself away from you. 

You follow quickly. You can’t wait for what comes next. 

His hand grips into your hip so tightly that you know that you will find bruises there later. Your favourite souvenir. He kneads the supple flesh of your hip for a brief moment, before you’re pulled backwards against his crotch. 

He grinds against you and even through the layers of fabric it’s obvious that he’s rock hard already. 

“Came here to get fucked, didn’t you?” he asks, as his head drops to your shoulder, “God this little thing looks so fucking good on you.” 

His hands roam across your mostly bare backside. Before you can even answer his question, you hear the tearing of fabric. You don’t have to check to know that your panties are ruined. 

“I’ll get you a new pair.” He murmurs against the skin of your neck. 

His teeth sink into your neck again, this time you’re sure that he’s intent on leaving a mark. His body feels heavy against your back. The weight of it comforts the needy edge in your belly. 

You feel dizzy with need. He groans when you push back against him. One of his hands comes to cover your belly while the other dips between your thighs. You’re soaked through, and only when his fingers push between your folds do you realise just how wet you actually are. 

“Haven’t even touched you, and you’re already this wet.” There’s a slightly mad edge to his voice, pleasure already having taken over his mind, “Gonna let me fuck this little pussy?”

“Darius.” You warn. 

“Making demands, sweetheart?” He chuckles darkly, “Don’t think you’re in the position for that. Real fucking brave of you to show up here dressed like this and expect me to not bend you over the next best surface.”

His middle finger circles your hole. It sinks into your heat without much of a warning. You moan wantonly when he quickly adds a second finger. 

He’s rough, merciless as he fucks his fingers into you. With the way he’s wrapped around you, the ball of his hand is pressed perfectly against your clit, sending a steady stream of pleasure through you. He doesn’t falter, even when you cry out in pleasure. Darius knows how much you can take, knows when he needs to check in with you. He’s subjected you to more. Besides that, all you have to do is squeeze his arm twice and everything is over. 

He sucks a harsh bruise into the side of your neck. Sometimes he’d soothe it with a gentle little kiss, you don’t get that courtesy today. 

You’re so very close now. By now, he has three fingers buried in you. You can feel yourself clenching around his digits. You don’t get to wonder if he’ll let you cum like this. The fingers disappear from you before you even get to formulate the thought. 

“Get on your knees.”

You feel him shifting behind you, and you know that he’s undoing the last few buttons on his overalls. After a few deep breaths to centre yourself, you sink down into a squat in front of him. 

“Gonna get me nice and wet for you, okay?” For the first time tonight, you see a little bit of softness in his face. 

It’s a silent check in. You can’t bring yourself to say no, though. As soon as you nod, his hand curls around the back of your neck. 

“Eyes on me, understood?” You nod again, “Open your mouth.”

You do as he asks. Your eyes remain fixed on his, but in the corner of your vision, you can see him free his cock from the confines of his boxers. He groans when his hand wraps around the base. 

“Got me so hard already, baby. All of this. Just for you.” 

The size of him still shocks you a little. You can’t get all of him into your mouth, but the stretch when he buries his cock inside of you is too delicious. 

Darius traces the head along your bottom lip, smearing the precum that had gathered there against your skin. Your tongue darts out without you having a say about it. 

Above you, Darius chuckles, “Can’t wait to get a taste of it, can you? Let's see how much you can take.”

You have to force your eyes to stay open when he begins to push his way inside your mouth. The hand that’s wrapped around his cock, soon joins the other behind your head. 

He stays like this for a moment, another silent question. When you don’t protest he gives just a little bit of pressure. His hands curl into your hair as he pulls you deeper and deeper onto his length. You try to keep yourself calm with slow breaths.

It’s always a lot. 

The head of his cock meets the back of your throat, and that first bit of gag reflex makes itself known. He holds you there for a moment, his eyes fixed solely on yours. 

“God — fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good.” He groans, head tilting back so deliciously. 

The muscles in his neck flex and shift as he swallows, and you so desperately want to litter his skin with bruises and marks. 

He gives a harsh thrust into your mouth before you’re practically yanked away off him. You know what he wants from you, and so you keep your mouth open. You don’t remember how this came up, but it’s become such a solid part of your game now. You like the degradation of it. It’s filthy, taboo, but you can’t bring yourself to feel disgust when his spit hits your tongue. 

The demanding look on his face tells you everything you need to know. Swallow. 

As soon as your mouth is open again, his cock is pressing against your tongue again. Darius works himself into your mouth for a few minutes. It’s so deliciously rough. You feel used in the way you need it sometimes. 

It’s over all too soon again. You know that your time is limited, and you want him buried inside your pussy as much as he wants it, but a sliver of your wishes that he’d finish like this. 

“Come on, get up.” He says, taking a step away from you, “Hands on the counter.”

You scramble back to your feet. The faint ache in your knees is quickly forgotten when you feel his hands roaming across your ass once again. 

You barely notice Darius searching through your bag. The lube sachet is tucked safely into a zipped compartment, and he lets out a deep laugh when he finally finds it. 

“Came prepared, huh?”

“Knew you’d only want this.” You bite back, “It’s not like I came here to talk.”

None of it is serious. You would have been more than glad to just talk. Sure, chances were high that you’d end up squashed into some bath or storage room, but you hadn’t come here just for this. You’d come because of him and whatever he’d be willing to part with.

The empty packet lands on the counter next to you, before a groan falls from him. Darius smears some of it across your slit, fingers dipping into your hole as if you’d need more lubrication. You know he likes you a little sloppy and wet, though. 

The next thing you feel is the dull pressure of his cock against your hole. His hand is rough on your hip, blunt nails digging into your skin. The first push in almost makes your knees buckle. He takes his time sinking into your heat. A part of you expected him to slam in hard and fast. In a way, you’re grateful that he’s taking his time. The stretch makes your head swim. It’s a tight fit, barely tolerable. The ache will let up in a moment, but right now it’s dizzying.

The cold stone does little to soothe the heat in your chest. Darius adjusts his grip on your waist. His other hand presses down against the space between your shoulder blades. Your hands scramble for purchase. The counter offers little options for you to hold on to though. 

His first harsh thrust shoves you further into the counter. You’ve missed the rough pace, the death grip on your waist as he pistons himself into you. You lose yourself in the pace, in the way his hips smack against your backside with every harsh thrust. You allow yourself to feel all of it, every degrading bit of it. 

Darius’ hand shifts from your back and curls around your throat. He gives a comfortable bit of pressure, before you feel yourself being pulled upwards. You scramble to brace yourself against the counter and just barely manage to wrap a hand around his forearm. His other arm wraps around your middle, keeping you close to him, while the hand around your throat forces you to look at your reflections in the mirror. There’s something wild and animalistic about him, a near crazed look in his eyes that makes you wish that you had more time for this. 

You take your own appearance in. The smudged liner and streaks of mascara that run down your ruddy cheeks. His hand presses against your tummy, making you gasp out loud when he hits that perfect spot at the same time. 

“Look at yourself. What a fucking mess.” The words only push you further towards the end, “Getting close?”

His addition is surprisingly soft, a reminder that this is a game and that he actually cares for you. 

You nod as best as you can with his hand still wrapped around your neck. 

“Good. Gonna fill you up good. You like that, don’t you? Hm?” Darius lets out a low groan, “You’ll take whatever I give you.”

“Please.” You whine out, “Darius. Let me —”

“Begging for it, huh? You can do better than that.”

By then, you can feel tears welling at the corners of your eyes. You’re right there on the edge and words are so very difficult. The words that fall from your lips after that barely register with you. You’re sure that you’re a babbling, blubbering mess, and that’s exactly what he wants from you. The onslaught of sensations barrels down on you, and you can’t stop yourself from falling over the edge when it finally comes into sight. If it weren’t for him holding you upright, you’re sure that you’d collapse against the counter again. The force of your release makes you tremble. Darius finishes shortly after you, spilling his release inside of you with a groan. His head drops to your shoulder as he gives a few more slow thrusts, before he finally stills. His hand falls from your throat and instead braces itself against the counter in front of you. 

Darius’ chest heaves with deep breaths. Your eyes fall shut, and only now do you realise how wet the insides of your thighs feel now. 

A low, rumbling laugh falls from him, and his arm tightens just a little more around your middle. 

“You’re the devil, you know that, right? Showing up here like this, when I haven’t seen you in weeks?” hearing him speak so softly now make your head reel a little. 

“Thought that you might like a little treat.” you reply just as softly. 

He detaches himself from you almost hesitantly. The goodbye will be hard, and you wish that you could stay for just a while longer. Just until morning. 

“Couldn’t have asked for a better treat.” You watch as he tugs himself back into his underwear and closes the broiler suit back up again, “Wait here, I’ll get you a towel.” 

You give him a nod in reply and wait until the door is closed behind him before you start to go about your little routine. By the time Darius is back, the exhaustion is starting to settle into your bones properly. 

He’s back with a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, in addition to the towel he promised you. 

You give him a sleepy smile when he kisses your cheek, and you don’t miss the little trace of worry that rushes across his face when you try to hide your yawn. 

“And you’re sure that you can’t stay here until morning? I don’t want you to drive all the way back home like this.” his brow is furrowed in worry. 

“I could call in sick tomorrow.” you suggest. 

“Good.” another kiss to your cheek.

An hour later, you’re crawling into a slightly too stiff hotel bed. The next venue they’re playing isn’t too far away, so they’ll have the luxury of sleeping in a real bed for the night. You watch as Darius removes his sweatshirt and shorts, before toes off his socks. He’s next to you before you have the chance to properly miss him. You wrap yourself around him, one arm slung across his chest so that he won’t get away from you again. You exchange whispered I love you’s are the last thing you hear before sleep takes you over. 

When you wake up in the morning, you’ll find yourself questioning if you should stay for longer. Maybe if you play your cards right, you can work remotely for a few weeks.