#i love him with all my heart but if a better opportunity arouse for him where hed thrive i would say goodbye

[celestemona]

WHERE YOU’RE HIS BELOVED S/O

but you keep more than a card up your sleeve

pairing: lyney x fem witch! reader

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if you ask Lynette who fell in love first and who fell harder between you and Lyney, she wouldn't even hesitate to point to her twin as the answer to both questions.

the first time you and Lyney met was during one of his public performances where after you caught his eye, he asked you to be his special guest during the show.

truth to be told, he had noticed you even before you approached the crowd surrounding him, and how could he not? you weren't just a pretty new face roaming around the hydro capital, but it was your charming aura that made all heads turn towards you that aroused his curiosity.

from Lyney's point of view, you were fascinating.

and that's why, taking the opportunity to approach and perhaps get to know you better, the magician shamelessly chose you among the dozens of people as an excuse to put his plans into practice.

the chosen act couldn’t be as simple as a deck of cards trick could be. you were instructed by the young magician to choose a card among the dozens offered, memorize it and put it back in the deck.

“this time, however, i propose that we do something different”, suggested the young man. Lynette eyed him suspiciously.

“oh yes?”, you smiled sweetly and Lyney almost found himself losing his composure, “what do you propose, monsieur?”

Lyney coughed, “the person in charge of shuffling the deck won't be me but my lovely assistant, Lynette!”

the younger twin sighed. although as his assistant the girl didn't mind being in the spotlight as long as her brother was the star of the show, Lynette didn't like the spontaneous acts her brother suggested especially knowing that it was merely to impress someone — a girl. you.

even so, she agreed and approached you, the audience only growing and the euphoria of each spectator vibrating with an energy of anticipation and expectation.

“besides, i’m somewhat confident that i’ll have your card. as a reward for my success i humbly propose a dinner for two, belle. on me, of course”. the crowd whistled and you stared at him with a twinkle in your eye.

“do your best then, darling”

Lyney, blinking excitedly and determinedly in your direction, offered the deck to his sister and walked away.

it only took a few seconds for the anemo girl to shuffle the fifty-two cards and another few seconds for you to choose yours.

Lynette not only return to shuffled the cards again as quickly as the eye could follow, but in the middle of the process she played a brief solo by throwing them in the air in which the entire deck turned to white petals, leaving only one card behind which Lyney deftly caught between his index and middle fingers. it was an exciting act and the crowd roared with excitement.

“very well, belle. i have your card in my domain. i hope you are as excited for our dinner as i am,” the magician declared revealing its front.

you watched him silently for a few seconds before smiling.

“oh my dear, it was an amazing performance i must admit. but… that's not my card”, you laughed mockingly.

Lyney stared at you confused, “impossible. i know you chose the seven of clubs.”

raising an eyebrow you said, “do you really think so? see it for yourself.”

and Lyney did, only to stare dumbfounded the queen of hearts who stared back at him.

to say you took everyone there by surprise would be an understatement. even Lynette herself who was known for rarely expressing her emotions couldn't hide the gleam of shock, and perhaps even a hint of humor, in her purple eyes. it was the first time anyone had managed to cheat the famous prince of cheats and it was uncertain for the twins to say what they felt about it.

after that, the show ended as no one understood how the professional magician had his trick broken and not even Lyney had the heart to continue the show.

one by one left until only the three of you stand there.

“well… that was unexpected i must say,” the young man nervously scratched his tear-marked cheek, “this has never happened before so i’m surprised.”

“you did well”, you praised.

“thank you belle, your words comfort me. however, i believe i need to practice again,” Lyney declared with a defeated sigh. Lynette looked at him sympathetically.

even if his statement was true, the magician still wondered what the chances were that he was mistaken during the performance. after all, he couldn't say he was rusty either when he's done the act more times than he could remember, therefore the muscular and psychological movements were as automatic to him as breathing.

moreover, he felt ashamed that not only had he been mistaken in front of so many people, but also for the “invitation” that he had done to you.

“i also apologize if i ever made you uncomfortable”, he smiled shyly “i don't think that dinner will happen anyways.”

after long minutes in silence you faked a melancholy sigh.

“that’s pity. i really was looking forward to sharing a glass of champagne with you,” you said.

“yes, a pity- wait, what... really? like really really?”

you laughed and this time the sound of your laughter was so melodious that the magician didn't even hold back the flush that rose hot from his neck to his cheeks.

“why, of course. there are few men or women who have managed to approach me so confidently and then ask me out without further ado,” you winked at him, “however, to our chagrin, i’m a woman of words. you missed the proposal so you missed our little date,” you smirked, Lyney swallowed hard.

“fair enough.”

“i hope i get to see more of your shows though, darling,” you say as you approach him, “i’m looking forward to finding out what else you hide up your sleeve. if you know what i wanna mean."

and with a bittersweet farewell, you disappeared among the Fontanian citizens, leaving a pair of twins behind with the eldest of them too confused to even think of anything to say.

“apparently you didn't fail at all this time,” Lynette commented, “what does she mean by finding out what you hide up your sleeve?”

“i have no idea, dear sister. the only thing i can tell you right now is that i am deeply in love,” the magician declared with a dreamy look on his face as his sister stared at him blankly. Lynette, having no desire to deal with her older brother's ramblings, walked away to start cleaning up the place.

it was only minutes later when Lyney had already joined his sister that the boy felt a slight discomfort in his covered right arm, as if an unknown object scratch the skin there every time he moved.

curiosity and annoyance caused him to roll up his sleeve only to be replaced by shock, confusion and a faint hint of anticipation.

there in his hand, a seven of clubs was mockingly displayed, but what really got the magician's heart racing was the message stamped in black and the imprint of the bright red lipstick you wore.

“you had my card, you just didn't know where to look for.

p.s. i'll be waiting for you tomorrow’s evening next to Hotel Debord. dinner is on me.”

needless to say that after that trick of yours Lyney just fell more in love with you.

the date couldn't have been more than perfect either, even if during all hours you were together, the magician found himself cornered by your charm and stuttering when you dazzled that cheeky smile that seemed to be characteristic of you. it was rewarding for him to finally have your name even though you refused to give him more information like “what trick did you use to have the card suddenly appear up his sleeve”.

“you have your secrets and i have mine, darling,” you replied.

after that, Lyney gave up on it and didn't ask about the subject anymore, preferring to spend the seconds he had left enjoying your presence and eliciting harmonious laughter from your lips at the expense of his nervousness.

and thanks to the gigantic compatibility between the two of you, there was a second, third and even a fourth date.

however, it wasn't until one of the dozens of nights you spent together that you finally revealed your abilities with spells and arithmancy through witchcraft — making Lyney finally understanding the reason why you seemed to know more than you let on, or how all his tricks seemed like just child’s pranks.

although he superficially understood the concept of it, the magician only grew more and more fascinated by you, his own heart warming as you lovingly explained the function of your abilities.

“chérie, you are without a doubt the most amazing woman i’ve ever been lucky enough to meet,” Lyney remarked after watching you create a small blue flame from water droplets in the air, “i seem to have gotten lucky in my numerology. without it i wouldn’t have the happiness of meeting the most beautiful, intelligent and talented woman in all of Teyvat.”

you blushed slightly.

“don't be fooled, Lyney. you are as amazing as i am.”

Lyney narrowed his eyes cheekily and glared at you, “oh yeah, belle? tell me why then, because only one of us here has the power to conjure up fascinating things just by reciting a few words.”

you smiled genuinely and looked him deep in his eyes. it wasn't even a surprise for you to find yourself thinking about the magician more times than you could count and looking forward to your dates. Lyney was nothing but one of the most genuine, charming and passionate person you’ve ever met. you loved every second in his presence and weren't ashamed to admit that you were counting down the seconds to go to the next step between you and him.

“well, only those who understand and respect human nature and everything around us can perform magic, dear. be it a spell or just an illusionary trick,” you explained, “and you perform your magic so well merely for the purpose of bringing happiness and smiles to your spectators. to me, there is nothing as noble as that.”

you took his hand in your and intertwined your fingers.

“i— um… damn, (Y/N). you never fail to leave me speechless, do you?” Lyney stuttered while stared at your hands together.

“only doing my job which is to exalt the work of the guy i like.”

Lyney stared at you wide-eyed and open-mouthed, his heart pounding so loud it felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. if he had been standing up, he would surely have passed out by now on the lawn.

“i like you too. a lot,” he finally confessed and you smiled happily.

leaning slowly towards him you placed a peck on his lips only making Lyney's blush redder than it had been seconds before.

“i know, my love. you're not very subtle about it, which i think is incredibly cute.”

and it was that night, under the gaze of the moon and stars, between kisses and caresses, that you made your relationship official.

now, if you ask Lynette if anything has changed since your first meeting to the current state of your relationship with her brother, the girl would deny it. so far you were a unique yet happy and healthy couple, and even if she didn't show it, she was happy that her twin brother had finally found someone who could fit him as much as she once did.

even if Lyney became an unbearably passionate and romantic fool in your presence, she couldn't have been lucky enough to have a better sister-in-law than you.

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Carnal Desire (2/3)

You refuse to let Yoongi give you the cold shoulder, even after your night with him. So, you decide to show Yoongi that even if you were "his girl", that it didn't mean that you weren't desirable for others. @massivelyfullenthusiast @idkjustlovingbts @december-bae10 @baechugff @bloodline1632 @seokjinkismet @babycandy111

Part 1 | Part 3

Word Count: 3.172

Warning: smut, stripper reader, mafia/gangster yoongi, public type sex, haegeum type vibes fr fr, possessive/jealous yoongi, licking, nipple sucking, oral (f receving),

You hated Min Yoongi.

You hated how you allowed yourself back into your hometown.

You hated how you saw the same man you’ve been in loved with for years - and how it felt as if you fell for him again once more, a decade later.

You hated Min Yoongi because you loved him and it appeared as if your love for him was not enough for him to return to you.

It felt dirty being with Yoongi like this in public, even if the pair of you were in the furthest room from everyone - and held no cameras. But you could not bring yourself to care - not now. Yoongi was willing to have you like you’ve desired for years and you were going to take the opportunity.

Yoongi had touched you like a man starved, fully embracing his attraction and arousal. His hands - so large and calloused - rubs along your skin, gripping your hips, to your ass to cupping your breast. He isn’t sure where he wants to focus on - you were far too enticing for his hands to remain on one body part.

You weren’t complaining. Your hips had bucked against his erection, wishing it was him inside of you instead - but you’d take anything you can get for now. Your kisses were sloppy, his tongue sucking onto your own. It was intimate and the teenage girl in you had dreamed of a time like this - but damn was it better than you ever imagined. 

Yoongi knew of your crush on him back then and now that you were a grown woman, it’s hard to deny you. Your eyes were what once made him soft for you, always willing to do whatever it was that you asked. Now, the same eyes were filled with lust and mischief - and full submission.

“I missed you.” you admit once Yoongi’s lips trail down your neck and on your collarbone. 

Yoongi grunts. “Yeah?”

You nod your head, leaning it back so Yoongi has full control to continue his suckling upon your skin. 

“I wish I could’ve stayed with you.” you continue, letting out years of desperation upon him. You had to sound pathetic, but you didn’t care. Yoongi was yours now - as yours as you wanted him to be. “I wanted to be your girl so bad.”

“I know.” Yoongi groans at the sultriness of your voice. There you were again admitting not only your love, but your need for him. “You’re here now.” is all Yoongi can say. 

Ten years is a long time to make up. He was no longer the young fool he was back when you left, but now a man. He had power no one else his age had. 

Not only that, but you weren’t the same little girl giving Yoongi those innocent heart eyes - you were a woman now. He didn’t have to hold back the urges any longer; he knew you could handle whatever he was going to give you. 

“You can be my girl now.” Yoongi knows he’s going to look back and think how incredibly horny he looks feasting on your skin, but he can’t allow himself to care now as lust takes over. His tongue dips out to lick at your skin while his teeth nip at it. 

“You sure you aren’t going to allow me to leave again?” you decide to joke, a soft moan slipping through your lips. 

“You aren’t going anywhere, Y/N.” Yoongi nips your neck once more, holding you even tighter against him. “Even though you know that you aren’t going to leave me again.”

How right Yoongi was.

This isn’t how Yoongi wants to have you - not in the back room of a club as if you were some whore for him. But he doesn’t want to stop - and you don’t want him to.

“I-I just got that!” you hiss when you hear the ripping sounds followed by your breast pooling out.

Yoongi groans at the sight of your bare breasts. He licks his thumb before pressing it firmly onto your nipple, gripping your breast entirely into his large hand. “I’ll buy you more.” he murmurs. 

It’s hard to be upset when Yoongi looks as hot as he does, eyes low and filled with lust. The thin material of the lingerie thong becomes sticky with slick due to Yoongi’s erection rubbing right along it.

“You’re so beautiful.” Yoongi grunts before engulfing your nipple into his mouth whole. He suckles on it like a man starved, his right hand gripping and tugging onto your free breast. His fingers find your nipple and begin to twirl it between his thumb and index.

Your mind is foggy with lust - this is all you’ve ever wanted. To be with Yoongi, to have him fully. You wished he could have been the one you laid with first, but that couldn’t be possible. Your father forbade you to be with a man such as him - it’s sad to believe that his sickness is what brought you back to Yoongi.

More.

Yoongi wanted more. He needed more of you.

Yoongi doesn’t want to be too rough - he’s unsure truly what you were into or not. And you were such a submissive woman that you wouldn’t complain if he had gone too far. He attempts to be calm and not fully go down the path of dominance - but even he has a hard time.

“Yoongi…”

Yoongi releases your nipple from his lips, a soft popping sound coming from it. His lips are wet when he presses them against yours. His free hand slaps against your ass, pressing you against his hardened erection even harder.

“I missed hearing you say my name.” Yoongi inhales deeply when he releases your lips. “I remember it sounding so sweet when you were young. Now…” Yoongi pecks your lips once more, a flushed look upon his face. “...now it slips through your lips with such need.”

You nod your head with a bite of your lip. “I-I do need you.”

Yoongi groans with a shake of his head. You don’t know what you do to him.

“I want to taste you.” Yoongi lifts from the leather couch, holding you in a tight embrace. “See if you were as sweet as I always thought you were.”

You nod your head hastily. There were times back in your teenage years that you would hear rumors of Yoongi and his tongue - as much as it pained for you to hear because it was never you - and just how amazing he was with it.

Your back hits the leather couch smoothly and it takes no time for your thong to be off. Yoongi’s face is so close to your sex, eyes fixed on it intently. It causes you to feel hot with embarrassment.

“Stop.” Yoongi slaps your thighs away as they begin to close. He hikes your legs to sit on his shoulders. “You’re already so wet.”

Yoongi is so close to your exposed sex that your world is beginning to spin. A soft whine escapes your lips when you feel (and watch) as Yoongi brings a hand up to your clit. Two of his fingers spread apart your lips, his tongue peaking out to lick a single strip upon your clit.

Your head falls back and hits the couch, your eyes snapping shut. You gasp in pleasure, the once shyness you felt now out the window.

Yoongi was now suckling on your clit, his fingers sliding down at your entrance, teasing the wet hole.

Your toes curl at Yoongi’s suckling, his fingers inching closer inside of you. 

Shit.

Shit,

Shit.

Yoongi never comes up for air, nor does his tongue stop twirling your clit. His fingers are pumping deep inside of you and you’re pondering if he was ever going to get tired. 

You begin to sob, the cries mixed with your choked moans. Your thighs clenched, caging his head in that you would have to remember to unclench them so you wouldn’t be the cause of his suffocation.

“Feels so good, Yoongi.”  you grit through your teeth, thighs quivering in great pleasure. 

Yoongi’s fingers pump even faster - how was that even possible? His tongue continues to lap vigorously.

You begin to shake your head, a familiar feeling bubbling between your legs. This couldn’t be happening - you couldn’t cum this fast. 

“S-Stop, Yoongi!” your hand slaps against his forehead to push him away, but Yoongi doesn’t bulge. He continues to lap with the same ravenous need, fingers curling inside of you that hits a sweet spot each time.

Yoongi’s eyes flicker up to watch as you cum, not caring about the wail that releases from your throat. You managed to not crush his skull with your thighs - not like he was complaining. 

Yoongi lifts himself from your wet clit, his fingers popping out of you. He wraps his tongue around his fingers and sucks, humming to himself. Your eyes manage to open to see Yoongi in the act - it causes you to groan in hot embarrassment.

“Tastes so sweet.”

You noticed just how wet Yoongi’s lips were due to your juices, but he doesn’t seem to care. He kisses up your thigh until he’s face to face with you. His lips fall onto your own, your arousal coating your lips, but you do not care. You want Yoongi entirely too much to care about anything right now. 

“Please fuck me.” you beg when Yoongi releases your lips. 

Yoongi shakes his head, sighing. As much as he wants to, he has gone too far by doing this with you now. Though you had no complaints, he allowed lust to overtake him to the point that his first time with you was in a club. “Not here.”

You sigh in defeat at Yoongi’s tone, the seriousness in it telling you that there was no point in arguing. 

“Don’t look so disappointed Y/N.” Yoongi wraps you in an embrace once more, pulling you up from the couch. “You’re still my girl. I respect you more than to take you here.”

You hated Min Yoongi.

You hated Min Yoongi because that night with you and him was weeks ago and you have yet to see him. When you had the following night, you were met with flickering eyes and pure ignorance by the men at the club - who all came there to gawk and look at women.

“You’re no longer needed on the floor.” your boss had told you when you prepared to go on stage. “Nor are you needed for private dances.”

You were left stunned and before you could question your boss, she had sauntered away. You were instructed to do nothing but serve drinks to people at the bar. You were new to this, never mixing drinks often until now. The job required you to cover a bit more, yet you still showed more skin than usual. 

And yet, even as you stand here serving men, they appear to avoid you like the plague. They speak without looking at you, pay without as much as a nod. It was weird, truly. Something deep in your gut told you it had to do with a certain Min Yoongi.

What you never understood - but guiltily never questioned - was the large sum of money for you at the end of the night. Your boss hands it to you in an envelope with a curt nod and a short “good job” before going on to the next. The cash was a large sum and insanely more than the rest of the girls who were performing - and you were just a bartender.

“Maybe it’s because you’re Suga’s girl.” Bunny had said, eyes wide at the large sum of money. “That has to be so exciting.”

Exciting it could have been if you weren’t being ignored by the man. By the fourth week, you were expected to see Yoongi once you saw the men he was with that night when you first saw him. However, he was not with them. They lingered around, eyes towards the stage as they drank from a bottle they brought in themselves. 

“Where’s Yoongi?” you asked the men as the night was slowing down. Eyes turned towards you for a moment, each of them wide at the sight of you speaking to them. “Hello?”

“We shouldn’t be talking to you.” one man - dark hair with glasses - speaks first.

“I-I…” you knit your brows. “Why not?”

“You’re Suga’s girl.” another one speaks - same dark hair shaved into a low buzz cut. “We respect you.”

“And shouldn’t be talking to you.”

You scoff in disbelief. “I’m not his girl.” you hiss - but they wouldn’t believe you. You came up to them asking for Yoongi after all. “I...can you just tell me where he is.”

The one with the glasses shrugs his shoulders. “We were told to keep an eye-”

“Shut up.” another man - wearing a hat - hisses. “He doesn’t want her to know that.”

What you were gathering by the men’s words was Yoongi had these men here for the sole purpose of keeping an eye out on you - and now you were even more livid. 

“Tell Yoongi I want to see him tomorrow night.” you tell them, eyes to look at each of their faces. 

The men nod their heads and you take your leave.

The following night was one of anticipation. You waited for Yoongi to arrive and when he had, you stood straighter. His eyes met yours and the moment you thought was yours was not. 

Yoongi ignored you. He strolled by without a second glance or a smile. He sat furthest from the bar with the same men - even more men than before - and ignored you.

Your heart sank and for a moment, you contemplated what you’ve done.

But your self pity was then met with anger.

Yoongi was avoiding you and you had not a single reason why. You and him hit it off the last time you saw him - he had taken you home insisting that he would see you once more. He had gone radio silent and now refused to look your way.

You have decided now.

Min Yoongi was going to act like you didn’t exist, then you were going to do the same. He didn’t deserve the luxury of calling you his girl if he was going to ignore you the entire time. You were going to have Min Yoongi come to you.

“How long have you been bartending?”

Your eyes widened at the man's question. He was the first in weeks to directly talk to you and make eye contact. 

“Not long.” you smile, showing your teeth. You manage to not look Yoongi’s way to see if he was watching you. “I’m actually new here.”

The man nods. “I can tell. You’re a little heavy handed with drinks.”

You laughed at any and every joke the man said - even if it did hurt your stomach to do so with such dramatics. 

“Another shot?” you ask the man, raising your bottle towards him. You made it your mission to show your breast as much as you possibly could - that and to bat your eyelashes. 

“S-Sure.” the man slurs.

You lick your lips. In that moment, your head turns and your eyes lock with dark ones. The club is packed and the music is blaring, but you can easily find Yoongi in the crowd. He isn’t far this time, leaning against a wall watching you intently. 

You continue to watch Yoongi, unsure how you managed to not fuck up. Your freehand grasps the man's chin, tip his head back and pour the alcohol in the man's mouth. You turn your eyes away from Yoongi when you see him stand straighter. 

“You’re a wild one.” the man says once the alcohol hits his throat. “Yeah?” you say, smiling at him. You engulf the man in a quick - unsolicited, kiss. It doesn’t feel right - you didn’t indulge in things like this with men you didn’t know. However, you wanted to piss Yoongi off when you knew he was watching.

You release the man's lips and giggle cutely. Your eyes turn once more and notice that Yoongi was not where he was when you last saw him. 

You flinch when the bottle in your hand explodes with a loud shot. You shuffle away from the man as another shot rings out. There’s screaming throughout the club and then running, women and men all scattering to get out. 

You look over the bar with wide eyes at the man. He’s clenching his thigh while blood oozes out from it.

“W-What the fuck?” the man hisses when he’s suddenly kicked to the side, discarded. Your eyes, painfully slow, raised to who it was.

“What were you trying to do, Y/N?”

MIn Yoongi.

Of course it was Min Yoongi.

“Yoongi did you-”

“Of course I did.” Yoongi interrupts you. “Let’s go. We’re leaving.”

You shake your head in disbelief. The club is slowly evacuated, leaving no one but Yoongi, you and a few of his men - and the man that has been shot and now staining the club's floor. 

“I’m not going anywhere with you!” you hiss at Yoongi. “You shot a man-”

“That you were using to provoke me!” Yoongi slams his hand down at the bar table as he yells. “I’m sorry.” he says with a shake of his head when you flinch at his tone. “I don’t want to yell at you, Y/N.”

You inhale slightly. 

“You knew what you were doing, Y/N. Trying to make me jealous.”

“Now you want to talk to me?” you scoff in disbelief. “After you ignored all this time? Had me stop performing because I was,” you lift your hand to do air quotations. “Suga’s girl.”

“You are my girl.” Yoongi hisses. “That’s why I don’t want you working in this club. This is why I pay you every night a large sum of money in hopes you’d stop coming back to this place.”

You’re silent at Yoongi’s words, and he continues. 

“I want you to go back to school and do what you were doing before this.” Yoongi sighs. “Come with me, Y/N. We can talk about it at home.”

You want to shake your head and deny Yoongi - you want to scream and yell that he didn’t deserve you after ignoring you. But then you look into his eyes and know that you weren’t going to do any of that.

“Okay.” you nod your head, caving all too quickly for the very man you claim to hate not too long ago. 

You round the corner just as Yoongi’s men gathered the bleeding man in their arms, taking him somewhere you were exactly unsure of. 

“He’ll be okay.” Yoongi assures, wrapping an arm around you. “Poor fool didn’t know you were my girl.”

You gulp as Yoongi presses a kiss to your temple, a feeling in the pit of your heart that sinks lower between your legs at the pet name.

[daydreaming-nerd]

The Bonds That Break Us (Rhysand x Female! Reader) Part 4

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3, Part 5, Part 6, Final Part

Request: "Would you do a Rhysand x fem!reader series? Maybe fem!reader is Rhysand's mate and Tamlin's sister? So secret love?"

AN: food's ready, come dish up guys

Summary: It was almost as if the cauldron liked to play games, as if it had sensed years of boredom and predictability and begged to be entertained. Its method of absolving its melancholy? Mate the High Lord of the Night Court to the younger sister of the High Lord of Spring. 

Warnings (so far): SMUT (consensual), oral (female receiving), intercourse, dirty talking, unprotected sex, masturbation, mind speak sexting?, physical abuse, mentions of SA.

Word count: 6993

(all photos are from pinterest)

That night, after Rhysand reclothed me, we talked about the future and how Tamlin needed to know, before things got messy with Eris or before he finds out and flips. All I had to do now was wait for the opportune time, which never seemed to come as Tamlin and Tarquin had been having tension. It seemed that part of the Spring Court’s lands on the border were prime farming spots for some of the spices that the farmers in the Summer Court grew. Tarquin had asked Tamilin to purchase the land and of course when Tamlin said no things started to get messy. Tamlin would go out and negotiate daily, and everyday he would come home angry. 

Tonight was no exception.

 I was sitting in one of the tea rooms reading my book when I heard him come home. The front door slammed, shaking the house, and then his office door slammed even harder.

I flinched. 

It has been like this for three days now. I looked at the clock on the wall and figured it was better for me to retire to my room with my novel for the night. 

I barricaded my door just for safety and crawled under the covers lighting a candle so that I could pick up where I left off. The main characters had finally confessed their love for one another and things were starting to get steamy. My eyes flitted across a particularly hot line and I felt my toes curl without warning once again. I should’ve known I was going to feel a little tug at the bond, but I was unprepared for the taut pull Rhysand gave me. 

Up late reading your dirty books mate? 

“Yes, I just needed the distraction,” I replied.

Did you tell your brother yet? 

I felt a pang of guilt, he had been waiting so dutifully for me to do so, and yet another day had passed where I was too scared, “I didn’t, he came home slamming doors and breaking vases again. I’m sorry Rhys.”

There’s no need to apologize. I want you to be safe after all. 

“Thank you for understanding,” I say sweetly

Of course mate. Now tell me what in this book has you all riled up? He says and I can hear his smirk. 

“A lady never kisses and tells,” I quip back. 

Ahh yes but ladies also don’t let strange men eat them out in secret rooms at balls. He says coolly. 

“Rhysand you little shit!” I laugh down the bond.

Come on my love, I’m dying to know what gets you off… Besides my tongue of course. 

I roll my eyes and try to send the emotion down the bond,  It’s nothing special really, he’s just fucking her, but he’s waited a while to do it so it’s extra steamy. I laugh. 

Poor bastard, I know the feeling. Rhys chuckles and I feel arousal flood between my legs. 

I can’t help but let my hand drift between my legs. Since Rhys touched me at the ball it’s all I’ve thought about (not that I would ever let him know). But suddenly the need for him has been so much stronger, I chalk it up to the mating bond strengthening, needing to be consummated.  I let my hand dip between my panties and I try to keep my emotions from flooding the bond, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing I could get off on his words alone. 

“Subtle Rhys,” I chuckle. 

I don’t need to be subtle, I told you exactly how it was going to go down that night at the ball did I not? 

My heart races and I let my finger on my clit speed up. 

“I suppose you’re right,” I say. 

Are you touching yourself darling? He purrs. 

Shit. 

“No,” I lie. 

You’re a terrible liar and you always have been, he chuckles.  I can feel you, my mate. 

“Damnit,” I curse, pulling my hand from my panties. 

Oh don’t you dare stop now, not when I’m currently fisting my cock. 

The image of Rhysand laying on his bed, naked, glorious and pumping his cock sends a wave of arousal straight through me and I practically scramble to shove my hands into my panties. 

Now tell me, are you playing with that beautiful little clit? The one I licked at the ball? 

Oh I was so in for it with this man, I was so utterly and terribly fucked. 

“Yes,” I admit quietly. 

Then I am terribly jealous of those delicate fingers. 

“Rhys,” I moaned back. It was all I could think about, him. 

Slip a finger in that tight little cunt won’t you darling? 

As stupid as it felt I did it, and god it felt good. Not as good as his felt, but it would have to do. 

“It doesn’t feel as good as you,” I say, trying to play the game. 

I hear him chuckle,  No my dear they don’t and they never will. 

“Are you close?” I ask, feeling my own orgasm coming. 

Let me hear those little begs again and I will be, he drawls. 

I know exactly what he means. After he feasted on me at the ball and I nearly jumped his bones afterwards. When he said he wanted to wait I pathetically let out a whine. 

“Please Rhys, I need you.” I plead. 

Fuck y/n, I hear him moan and it’s enough to make me hit my climax. 

“Oh fuck!” I cry down the bond. 

His own string of curses followed as he came himself and I could picture him lying there, chest sweaty and heaving, the aftermath of his orgasm all over him. It was almost enough to make me reach my hands down my panties again, almost. 

“So mind sex? That’s your thing?” I taunt him. 

A loud chuckle reverberates through my mind, No you’re my thing darling. 

“I’m flattered,” I laugh. 

A moment of silence passes and my chest continues heaving as I crawl further under the covers and blow out my candle. Romance book long forgotten. I sit in the quiet for a little longer waiting for Rhys to say something, until I finally speak up.

“Are you still there?” I ask timidly.

Always, simply catching my breath. How was your day today? 

“Boring, I don’t really have any friends here except my ladies maids and they are all terrible snoops. Tamlin has them in his back pocket.” I sigh. 

Just wait till you meet Nuala and Cerridwen, they’re snoops too. He laughs. 

“I can’t wait to,” I say.

I’m happy to finally hear you say that. He muses and I can practically feel his smile. 

“Well I better get some sleep. If I plan on telling Tamlin tomorrow I’ll need my wits about me.” I sigh. 

Goodnight darling, I love you.

There’s a hopefulness in his words. One I can’t meet. That phrase, ‘I love you’. I knew I should say it back. But I didn’t know what love meant. Didn’t know how it felt. I couldn't bring myself to return the sentiment. 

"Goodnight Rhys," was all I could say.

The next morning I woke up and Tamlin had already left, which was a damn shame because I would’ve liked to have told him before he had gone to fight with Tarquin all day. 

I paced most of the day in the tea room as I was beginning to grow antsy. Last night proved to me just how much I needed Rhysand, physically of course because of the bond. My skin was nearly sweating with need. I tried to read my book but it didn’t do much to help. I tried to go out and pick flowers for the dining table and it got me nowhere. To make matters worse it felt like Tamlin was gone for longer than usual as the darkness slid in, the moonlight shone, and all the lanterns and candles magically were lit.  

I started pacing in the foyer waiting for him to arrive home. Maybe he was taking so long because he had finally reasoned with Tarquin. I thought to myself. But as the doorknob jiggled and a fiery looking Tamlin came in I knew how dead wrong I was. 

“How was your meeting with Tarquin?” I asked, trying to seem sisterly, like that had ever won his affections. 

“Awful! The stubborn brute wants to take part of my land and only give me 20% of its profits per harvest!” he yells storming through the hall. I follow him. 

“20% isn’t bad, maybe you could show him what a generous High Lord you are by accepting the offer,” I chirped enthusiastically. 

“Are you out of your mind?” he whirls to look at me. “20% is cheap sister, not that you would ever have the mind for money. All you know how to do is spend mine.” 

“Tamlin, that's not fair and you know it.” I reason. 

“What does it matter anyways,” he rolls his eyes and begins storming off again. “You’ll be worth your weight in gold once you marry Eris and become his consort.” 

Fire boiled in my veins, “I already told you Tamlin, I don’t want to marry Eris. God how fucking selfish and cruel do you have to be to sell your sister off to a monster?!” I scream and as the words leave my mouth I already regret saying them. I had never been so bold in my life, at least not with Tamlin.

I don’t even have time to react before I feel a harsh slap across my face knocking me to the ground. “YOU ARE MY SISTER AND A WOMAN IN THIS COURT!” Tamlin screams at me. He picks me up by my hair, “and you will not question how I rule it.” 

Tears prick my eyes as the skin of my cheek burns. Tamlin releases my hair dropping my body to the ground and I’m left in a heap of tulle and tears as he slams his door. 

Are you okay? My mate calls into my mind.  

I press my cold hand to my cheek, “yeah I’m fine.” 

No you’re not, you're hurt. 

“I’m fine Rhys, it’s not bad,” I say, pulling myself up off the floor and winnowing to my room. 

What happened? 

I sigh, knowing he’ll badger me until he gets an answer. “I tried to get Tamilin to make amends with Tarquin so that he would be in a good mood and he hit me.” 

He hit you? I could hear him growling, feel the anger down the bond. 

“It’s really fine Rhys, I’m in my room now and I’m safe.” I say trying to calm him down. 

I’m going to fucking kill him y/n. I’m coming to get you right now. I’m not letting you stay there another minute. 

“Rhys please! Stop and be reasonable. If you barrel in right now it’s going to piss Tamlin off even more. He could hurt me or worse. We have to be civil about all this.” I reason with him. 

Fine, but no more after this y/n. I can’t stand it any longer. It’s killing me from the inside out. To know you’re in that horrible place. When you could be safe and warm here. 

“I promise I will figure this out, I just need time,” I assure him. 

I know you will, my beautiful strong mate.

“Tamlin hurry up, we're already late!” Lucien screams from the foyer. It was another council day and I had hoped that Tamilin would finally be able to reason with Tarquin.

Yesterday I went into town to shop for a new dress, it seemed I had exhausted all my other purple ones and I wanted more. I picked out a dress that was a far darker purple than any I had worn before. But it seemed fitting, seemed more Rhysand. 

“Let’s go,” Tamilin ordered entering the room in a huff. He peered at the dress I was wearing, “Purple again? I’d think you’ve grown tired of it by now.” 

Was this really his method of trying to make up for hitting me and yelling at me? Giving me a somewhat backhanded compliment?

“Viviane said that it was my color,” I replied, not entirely a lie. 

He didn’t say anything, just grabbed Lucien and winnowed us to the Night Court. 

I had no clue what to expect from the Night Court. I had never been before today. I had only ever heard stories. Stories of its darkness and its monsters. When we arrived I almost couldn’t believe that this is where Rhysand lived.

The large city under the mountain had a darkness to it, while faelights bobbed all around, it didn’t hide the darkness in the shadows that lingered. The city under the mountain was a metropolis, and it was terrifying with its large spires all around. Every surface is carved with lovely, hideous artwork: figures dance and fornicate, beg and revel. I was surprised Tamlin even allowed me to come with him today. 

We enter into a dimly lit chamber where all the Lords are already seated and waiting for us to arrive, Tamlin apologizes and chalks it up to me taking too long to primp, a lie of course. As my eyes scan the room I see only two chairs open and one happens to be next to Rhysand. I try to hide the smirk on my face as I take the seat next to him, forcing Tamlin to take the other one. 

You look ravishing as always. Croons Rhyand.

“Thank you, the dress is new,” I smile.

New and purple? You flatter me mate. He smirks. 

I chuckle down the bond, “Don’t flatter yourself too much, Vivianne said she liked me in purple as well.”

Well then I’ll have to thank Viviane later. He smiles. 

The council begins and just like I figured Tamlin and Tarquin laid into one another right away. All the other Lords but Rhysand and Kallias chimed in to solve the issue, but the winter and night court Lords seemed content to watch it all play out and I didn’t blame them. It took everything in me to not turn to the side to look at Rhys. His presence was so commanding especially in his own court and I had missed his face, those eyes, so much.

I felt a large hand being placed over my own under the table. 

You’re going to get me in trouble. I gripe at Rhys but flip my hand so I can hold his back.

Shh no one can see, I just wanted to feel you. 

Eventually the fighting dies down as the Lords end up forcing Tamlin to accept the deal Tarquin has offered and I try not to smile as my brother’s pissed off face. Turns out I was right and 20% isn’t such a low number after all. Rhys lets go of my hand to stand and address the room. 

“I think we’ve had more than enough political talk, why don’t we disband.” he states, and it sounds like his voice booms off the walls of the room. 

A murmur of agreement fills the room as the sound of obsidian chairs scratch the stone below, signaling that the lords are getting up. I feel a hand on my shoulder and I feel my stomach pit, is Rhysand stupid? But when I turn around I’m met with the raking stare of Eris Vanserra. 

“Hello my little fox, I was wondering if I might speak to you for a moment?” He asks, and I can practically feel Tamlin staring daggers into the side of my head.

“Yes of course my Lord,” I smile taking his arm. 

We promenade outside the council meeting room and into the hallway. I look up to find faint faelight glowing from large chandeliers, the walls are filled with tapestries and statues of people fucking and begging just like in the rest of the city. Large pillars shoot up from the aisles supporting the large room and I still wonder how Rhys could possibly live here. 

“I’m sorry for taking you away so soon, I know that you love to talk to Viviane, but I just had to see you,” Eris says. 

“No apologies necessary,” I reply, still taking in the sites around me. 

“I know that your brother and my father are still negotiating the terms of our marriage but I couldn’t wait to give you this,” he says before pulling a long black box out of his pocket, and opening it up. 

Inside lies a rather large and beautiful necklace. A huge golden crystal is attached by a string of glittering diamonds. If it was given to me by anyone else I would’ve thought it beautiful, but I knew it’s true meaning, it’s true purpose. It wasn’t just a piece of fine jewelry, it was a collar, meant to show everyone I belonged to Eris now. I took a mental deep breath. 

“Oh Eris, it’s beautiful!” I gasp, running my hands over the chain. 

“I knew you would like it,” he smiled. “Here allow me to help you put it on.” 

I turn around and feel him place the heavy jewel around my neck. The weight of it already making me feel shackled. His fingers dust over the nape of my neck fastening the clasp. He kisses my shoulder when he’s done and I feel his hands gently turning me around so he can see it on me. 

“It looks beautiful on you, like it was made for you,” he smiles, hand caressing my face.

“I love it, thank you,” I say, trying to hide my discomfort. 

“I promise you that when we are officially engaged you will have even bigger jewels,” he smirks, stepping forward even closer, causing me to step back. “And when we’re married even bigger jewels,” He croons and my back hits one of the many pillars. “But I’ll save the biggest and most expensive ones for when you bear me our first son.” he smirks and there’s nothing I can do to stop him from crashing his lips on mine.  

Eris kisses me hungrily and needily as my hands fly to the pillar my back is pressed on, any little movement to keep him farther away from me. His hands drop to wander my waist and I feel the entire room shudder causing pieces of dust to fly up everywhere. Eris pulls himself off of me. 

“What was that?” I ask afraid. 

“I’m not sure, I’ll go check,” Eris replies and he leaves me to run back to the council chambers to confer with the rest of the Lords. 

  I step forward from the pillar and take a deep breath. I start to follow Eris back to the council room but then my skin starts to buzz again and I stop in my tracks. Rhysand’s hands graze up my arms from behind me as he leaves gentle kisses on my neck. 

“That was you wasn’t it?” I smirk. 

“Maybe,” he smiles into my skin. “He had a lot of nerve kissing my mate in my court.”

“To be fair he didn’t know,” I giggle. 

“I don’t care, he was lucky I didn’t rip his head off,” he says, continuing to kiss my neck.

“This place is terrifying, how do you live here?” I laugh.

“I don’t, this place is just where I entertain other Lords,” he explains, kissing my neck still.  

“Then where do you live?” I ask, reaching up to press my hand against his face, encouraging him not to stop. 

He smiles against my skin, “I want you to tell your brother that you’re staying with Viviane again tonight.” 

“Why?” I ask. 

“Because, I finally have you here, in my court. I want you to stay here with me, even if it’s just for one night.” he emphasizes his statement with a long lick up my neck that has my toes curling in my shoes. 

I turn to look at him, “are you sure my brother won’t find out?” I ask, finally looking into those violet eyes I had been missing. 

“I’m positive,” he smiles and his eyes glance down to the necklace. “You weren’t wearing that earlier.”

I roll my eyes, “Eris just gave it to me. He said it was a gift but it feels more like a collar.” I say straightening my shoulders in discomfort from the weight of it. 

Rhysand doesn’t say anything, he just reaches a hand around the back of my neck to unclasp the necklace. I immediately feel the weight fall off into his hand and he looks at it before chucking it somewhere in the room. 

“Rhys!” I laugh.

“Much better now we can see your pretty neck,” he smirks before leaning in to kiss me. I practically melt into his touch.

Because the rest of the Lord ganged up on him, Tamlin left early and just like Rhys asked, I told him I would be staying with Viviane tonight. Tamlin didn’t even bat an eyelash. It wasn’t long until the last couple, Kallias and Viviane, left.  I turned to see Rhys staring at me from across the room with that playful smirk I always wanted to kiss off his face. 

“Are you ready to go mate?” he asked, holding out his arm to mine. 

I took it eagerly, “To go where?” I asked earnestly. 

“To Velaris,” he smiled brighter than I had ever seen him smile before and before I could question further he winnowed us away. 

When the shadows cleared I was in a house. A lush, beautiful and homey house. Thick red wool carpeted the floor, and the walls were made of a rich wood. Comfy chairs and chaises were littered about and a warm fire sprung to life. It looked lived in and loved compared to the mansion in the Spring Court. 

“So this is where you live?” I ask taking in my sights. 

“Yes it is. The place we just were? We call it The Court of Nightmares, that’s where we conduct business to keep up appearances for other courts. But this is where I live, Velaris, the city of starlight.” he explains watching me take it all in. 

I look out a large window and see the golden fae lights of the village beyond. It sits below a large snow capped mountain. It’s the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen, and it already feels like home. 

“What do you mean we?” I ask. Before I can answer two large crashes come from the terrace outside causing me to jump. 

“I mean my cousin Mor, my second in command and of course Cassian and Azriel.” he says nodding to the doors where the two Illyrians from the ball are waltzing in. “Y/n this is Azriel, “ Rhysand nods to the one with the shorter hair and Azriel waves. “And this is Cassian.” he nods to the one with the longer hair. 

“Ahh yes the one that bites,” I muse. 

“Only sometimes,” Cassian chuckles. “It’s a pleasure to meet you y/n,” he says, holding out his hand. 

I shake it and my whole hand nearly disappears in his just like Rhysand’s. “The pleasure is all mine, I’ve never met an Illyrian before.” I say looking over his large wings. 

“Then you’re missing out for sure,” he says looking at Azriel who just rolls his eyes.

“Your wings are magnificent, would you mind if I…” my words fall short as I hold up my hand. 

“Touch them?” Cassian asks. “Go right ahead y/n,” he smirks, eyes flitting to Rhys. 

I reach my hand out to graze over the material of his wings, they feel like leather. They are rugged to the touch and I can tell that they have seen many years of battle. I hear what sounds like the snapping of leather behind me. I turn around and my jaw nearly hits the floor. There before me, Rhysand stands with his own Illyrian wings. 

“I have wings too you know,” Rhysand says  as  he tilts his head. 

Cassian erupts into laughter, “Feeling a bit jealous there Rhys?” he jokes. 

Rhys just rolls his eyes and pulls a hand out of his pocket and offers it to me. I take his hand, still too stunned to find Rhys with wings to even speak. 

“We’ll see you two later, I’m going to give y/n the rest of the tour,” Rhysand drawls leading me towards the stairs. 

“Goodnight you two,” Cassian drawls before taking off with Azriel. 

“I didn’t know you had wings” I say, still bewildered staring up at them. 

“It’s not really something I make a spectacle of. I only have them out when I’m going to use them, otherwise they tend to get in the way,” he explains, leading me up the stairs. 

“So you can shift back and forth between having them and not having them?” I ask. 

“Essentially, yes,” he says and shifts back to his wingless form just to prove the point.

“So what was the deal with me touching Cassian’s wings? Is that like taboo or something?” I ask, feeling my cheeks heat up remembering how Cassian smirked at Rhys when I asked. 

“Illyrians can feel through their wings and are known to attack first and ask questions later if they are touched without invitation. It was basically like if you ask if you could touch his abs,” Rhysand chuckles. 

“Oh,” I said, my heart stopping. “Now I feel bad.” 

“Don’t feel bad, Cassian loves teasing me. He let you touch his wings just to watch my face as you did so,” Rhys laughed again, opening a door to our left. “This is one of the guest rooms.” 

I look around at the somewhat dark room, the same lush carpet coats the floor along with the same wooden paneling. It was quaint and perfect. Rhys continued leading us down the hall to show me another guest room which was much like the first just a little bit bigger. He explained that they were the rooms Cassian and Azriel slept in for Solstice. 

“And this is my room,” he explained before opening the door to the last room in the hallway. 

The room is much larger than the other two, the huge bed was made with dark black and purple blankets and pillows. I heard the door close as I continued to explore. The bed sat next to a balcony that had the same view of the living room, the village lit with fae lights and the snowy mountain. To the left was a large bathroom with a bathtub, large enough I realized, to fit Rhysand’s wings. 

“Your room is-” 

“Our room. This is our room now.” he says and I turn to meet his gaze. “I’ve waited so long to see you standing here. In Velaris, in the townhouse, in this room.” 

“And what is it that I’m normally doing in this room, Rhys?” I smile, faking my innocence. 

“Well,” he drawls, stepping closer to me. “It goes a little something like this,” he muses before placing a hand on my cheek and kissing me. 

This kiss is different, less heated than all the others we shared before it. It holds all the passion of what’s to come, what we both know is coming. His hands slide to my waist and I let out a small moan and I can feel Rhys trying not to smile. My hands tangle in his hair pulling him closer as I feel my legs hit the mattress. He pulls me closer to him so I don’t fall and I feel him turn me around so my back is facing him. 

“Normally I would use my magic to take your clothes off,” he says voice low, his hands unlacing the corset in my dress. “But I want to take my time with you tonight,” he continues undoing the last lace. 

I nearly melt at his words, but I feel the dress start to fall and I grab the top of it to keep it from falling down. The dress didn’t allow for any undergarments meaning I would be completely bare to him. 

Rhysand places a kiss on my shoulder, “You’ve never let a man see you naked before have you?” he asks. 

“No I haven’t,” I say shyly. I feel a moment of fear but turn around and let my dress fall to the floor in a giant pile of purple chiffon. Rhysand’s eyes rake down my body and I move to cover my breast with my arms as pink tints my cheeks. 

“Don’t you dare cover those perfect breasts mate,” he says gently, pulling my arms away. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I’m so lucky to call you my mate.” he kisses me again, absolving any fear I have as I feel his hands finally roam my naked body. I push him away lightly. 

“I want to see you too,” I say breathlessly looking into his eyes that are suddenly a darker shade of violet than they were before. 

“As my mate commands,” he smirks, standing back to take off his clothes. His eyes locked on mine, never breaking eye contact until he stood before me completely bare. 

I let my eyes rake down on him. His body ripples with strong and lean muscles, the upper part of his chest and shoulders are covered in swirling tattoos. My eyes dare to travel lower over his abs to his straining cock. All I can think to myself is there’s no way that’s going to fit inside me.

Rhysand chuckles, stepping towards me, “I promise it will fit mate.”

“Shit I said that out loud?” I curse ducking my chin in embarrassment. 

“No you didn’t, but your thoughts were so loud you might as well have,” he laughs tilting my chin up to meet his eyes. 

My eyes drift down to his chest again and I finally let my hands wander the muscles on his chest. His skin soft and smooth under my fingers, I run them up his abs, over his pecs, across his shoulders and down his arms earning a low groan from him. I take his hands and place them on my waist, throwing my own over his shoulders and as I look into his eyes the words just tumble out of me. 

“I love you Rhys,” I breathe. 

“You don’t have to say it just because I said it the other day,” he says almost sadly. 

“I’m not. I love you Rhysand,” I smile. 

A smile spreads across his face, “I love you too mate.” 

His hands pull me closer to him and I can feel my breasts pressing against his chest as he seals our lips again. This time the kiss is more needy as I feel my heart rate pick up. His frame backs me up and I can feel his cock pressing into me making me practically moan into the kiss. 

My legs hit the mattress again, this time he lets me fall onto the bed. I open my eyes and watch his eyes rake down me again, nothing short of a predatory gaze behind them. His knees hit the mattress and he crawls over me, caging me in with his arms. He kisses me deeply and begins to move his lips down my jaw and to my neck again. I can feel his restraint as he tries not to leave love bites all over me. His lips go lower and lower and my chest starts to heave in anticipation of what I think is next. 

“Your breasts,” he says, kissing the top of each one. “Are the most beautiful pair of breasts I’ve ever seen. I should’ve worshiped them the moment that dress hit the floor.” He smirked.

He started kissing the underside of each breast, then the sides and then the tops again purposefully avoiding the one place I wanted his mouth the most, making me squirm. 

“And these pretty pink nipples,” he says before finally taking one in his mouth and suckling. 

“Oh fuck,” I breathe having my back arch into him. His other hand comes up to draw little circles on my other nipple. 

“Dirty mouth mate,” he teases before resuming his menstrations.

My hands fly to his hair as I pull him closer to me needing more of him. Needing all of him. 

“Wouldn’t want this one to think I don’t love it,” he smirks before sucking my other bud into his mouth. 

“Rhys please,” I breathe tugging at his hair. 

“So eager are we mate?”  he says kissing down my body till he gets to my core. He skips over it and sits up, taking my leg and kissing my ankle. He draws a path of kisses all the way down my leg till he reaches the inside of my thigh. He gives me an evil grin before sitting up and beginning to do the same with the other leg.  

“Ugh Rhysand!” I groan, causing him to chuckle. 

“I told you I wanted to take my time mate,” he chuckles against my calf.  “Was there a certain body part you were hoping I would kiss?” he asks suggestively.

“Your favorite part,” I muse. 

“You cruel wicked thing. As if I could ever just choose one part of you to be my favorite.” he says, acting wounded, putting my leg down. He leans into my pussy and places a kiss there running a finger through my folds. “Though I will say that one of my top contenders is this pretty little clit.” he hums lowly before flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves. 

“Ahh,” I scream, my hands going straight to his hair. 

“Precisely why I love it. I love the little sounds you make when I lick it,” he growls before diving in to feast on me. 

“Oh my gods Rhys!” I scream, grinding my hips into his face. 

That’s right y/n I wanna hear everything. We’re not in Beron’s office anymore, scream for me mate. He says into my mind and I do. 

I scream and writhe and moan. My eyes flit down to where his mouth is attached to my pussy. His darkened eyes look up at me watching the pleasure rake through my body. One of his hands comes from my hip and I feel his fingers tease my entrance before he slides one into me. His mouth continues suckling on my clit as his fingers curl to massage that spot inside of me that I didn’t know was there until he touched it at the ball. 

Gods your pussy tastes so good. After we’re officially mated I promise to spend a whole night between your legs eating you out until you can’t move. 

“Rhys!” I scream, his words my undoing as I cum on his tongue. He works me through my orgasm until my legs stop shaking and then he pulls his finger from me. He places a kiss on my clit one last time before moving up the bed. He watches me as he sucks all my leftover cum on his finger off. 

I grab his neck and pull him down to kiss me again. He slips his tongue into my mouth and I can taste myself on him. My hands run down his back feeling the powerful muscles there,  gods I could just sit here and touch him all day. He was as beautiful as I had pictured him that one night not too long ago. He was everything and he was mine. 

“That’s right mate, I am yours,” he said between kisses. Clearly my thoughts we’re projecting again. 

“And I am yours Rhys,” I breathe, and he takes a moment to study my face trying to read if I really mean it, like he thought the words would never leave my mouth.  

“Mine,” he grumbles, connecting our lips again. “Beautiful and perfect and all fucking mine.” 

I feel his cock nudging my entrance and I gasp. I want it, I want all of him, but I’m scared. 

“Rhys I’m scared, I’ve never had sex before,” I say. 

“Don’t worry darling I wasn’t going to push in yet. Do you think you’re ready?” he asks sweetly. 

“Yes I’m ready,” I nod. 

“Okay tell me if it hurts too much and I’ll stop right away okay?” He says, kissing my forehead. 

“I will, I promise,” I assure him, cupping his cheek. 

“Here we go,” he says and I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance and it’s enough to have a large wave of arousal flood between my legs once more. 

He pushes his tip in and I start to feel the burn but I don’t say anything as he slowly continues to push in. I feel him stretching me and the mixture of pleasure and pain starts to take over my body. Once he’s nearly fully inside me I wince and he stops. 

“Shh it’s okay, you’re doing so good my mate,” he coos, kissing my brow. 

“I’m good now, keep going,” I breathe. 

I feel him bottom out inside me and I scream in both pain and pleasure once more. 

“Fuck y/n,” he groans, but he doesn’t move trying to give me time to adjust. I relish how full I feel with him all the way in me and I look down at his arms. His muscles are taught and his veins are nearly popping and I realize it’s taking everything inside of him not to pull his cock out and slam it into me. The thought of him taking me so rough puts butterflies in my stomach. 

“Rhys please move,” I cry trying to rock my hips into him. 

He pulls out a little and thrusts back in and I hold back my cry as he does it again. He starts to build up a good slow tempo and after a while the pain disappears. 

“Fuck you’re taking me so good, you’re doing so good mate.” he groans trying to keep himself from losing control. 

“Harder Rhys,” I whine running my hands through his hair. 

“No I don’t want to hurt you,” he shakes his head watching his cock disappear inside of me looking for any hint of discomfort. 

He’s being gentle, trying to make sure I feel good. But all I can think of are his whimpers and moans from when he stroked his cock a few nights ago, and how desperately I want to hear them again. How desperately I want my pussy to be the thing that draws them from his lips. 

I grab his face and force him to look at me so that he can see how dead serious I really was, “Rhys I want you to fuck me,” I ordered him. 

“Fuck y/n,” his eyes widened and I could see all resolve has left exit his body. 

His hips thrusted into me harder and I strangled cry left my mouth as he continued to fuck me. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room as my nails raked down his back, bringing those moans of his to the surface, I could’ve came right there. 

“Fuck Rhys it feels so good,” I say blissfully. 

“Gods mate how is your pussy so tiny and tight?” he groans into my neck fucking me harder. “You feel so good wrapped around me.” 

I feel his lips crash onto mine again, hips never faltering. I can barely keep our lips attached as he keeps pulling moans from me and all I can think is how utterly his I am. 

“Say it again,” he grits out and I know exactly what he means. 

“I’m yours Rhysand,” I hum. 

“Mine,” he grunts fucking me even harder. 

The new pace has me seeing stars as I grip onto his shoulders leaving crescent shaped marks in his skin. I feel the ever familiar knot in my stomach growing and I’m moments away from cumming with his name on my tongue. 

“Rhys I’m gonna cum,” I warn him and I can see the muscle in his jaw flicker. 

“Me too. Cum with me mate,” he grunts before flicking my clit. I crumble the moment he flicks the sensive bud. 

“OH GOD RHYS!” I scream digging my nails into his back again. 

“Oh fuck y/n,” he groans, hips stuttering as he spills his seed into me. 

We’re a heap of sweat and ragged breaths as he keeps himself propped up as not to crush me. My hands smooth back his hair and I leave sweet kisses on his brow. 

“I love you so much Rhys,” I whisper in his ear leaving a kiss there. I mean every word, my soul so full of love for him that tears prick my eyes. 

“I love you too y/n.” he smiles, pressing our lips together. 

He sits up pulling out of me and I feel a breath escape my lips, disappointed at the sudden emptiness. He sits on his knees and I watch as he stares between my legs. His eyes light up in amusement. 

“What?” I giggle sitting up a little on my arms. 

“I’ve waited forever to have this view,” he smirks. 

“What view?” I ask.

“You, naked, in my bed, with my cum dripping out of your pussy.” he muses, leaning over me again. “Totally and completely mine.” he smiles, kissing me again.

I hum in approval at his words and kiss him harder feeling his skin melt against mine. I try to pour every ounce of love I have into it. The way he kisses me has me seeing stars and I suddenly feel hot again, like I need more of him. 

“Rhys I want more,” I say between kisses. 

“I fuck you one time and you already want more?” he chuckles. “Don’t worry mate, I’m not done with you yet.”

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[sugar-omi]

NVM I DID EDIT THIS AND I LITERALLY REWOTE THIS WHOLE THING THEN REWROTE THE LAST HALF SO LIKE ITS BETTER BUT ALSO KINDA SHIT BC ITS ALMOST 7 N I HAVENT SLEPT..... anyway enjoy a piece of whats going on inside emy brain <3333

tags : NSFW, step 4 cove + baxter, all readers, poly cove/reader/baxter, bottom baxter, (service) top cove, mean dom reader!!, over stimulation, they take pics/vid for you, phone sex, dirty talk

synopsis : cove and baxter have some fun while you're away.

baxter felt like his head was spinning...

just a few weeks ago he was planning a wedding, than before he knew it you and cove asked him to be your boyfriend.

and now he's over at your and cove's house, standing in your kitchen with cove draped over his back.

he can't help but squirm, the overwhelming, but welcomed, affection was new to him yet he was soaking it in like a sponge.

cove hums, nuzzling into baxter's neck and starting to press kisses down the side of his neck to his shoulder, pulling baxter's hips back into him.

baxter laughs timidly, not use or expecting this side of cove. "it's hard to make lunch with a giant on your back."

cove smiles and doesn't respond except for sucking a mark under baxter's jaw.

baxter drops the knife he was using to cut up some veg, turning around to face cove. he presses baxter up against the counter, wrapping his arms around him again.

"don't you wanna eat?" baxter pets cove's hair, cupping his cheek.

cove covers baxter's hand with his own, kissing his wrist. "mm... not hungry for food anyway."

baxter flushes, swallowing. baxter is hard to fluster, but something about this usually shy man being so forward makes baxter blush. "what're you hungry for then?"

cove grazes his teeth over baxter's wrist, teasing him. "you."

baxter hums and licks his lips, his eyes dropping to cove's lips as he weighs his options.

"kiss me then..." baxter mumbles, leaning into cove and meeting him in the middle for a deep kiss.

baxter gets lost in the feeling of cove's lips, cove's hands somehow end up under baxter's shirt.

well.. cove's shirt, since baxter lost one of his bags that had his night clothes in them.

he whines into cove's mouth, letting his hands roam over cove's toned shoulders, down his biceps and finally hooking his arms around cove's neck, just losing himself in the kiss.

cove pulls away much to baxter's displeasure, huffing through his nose.

before baxter can say anything else or pull him into another kiss, cove speaks up.

"we don't have to do anything.. i just uh..." cove laughs and smiles shyly. he's so cute. "i'm jus' happy you're here."

baxter feels his heart warm up and swell. he's never been loved like this but fuck it feels good.

baxter tangles his fingers in cove's hair, leaning towards cove. "i'm happy to be here too, so please.." baxter smirks lazily, "indulge me. i want whatever you want.."

this time baxter closes in for a kiss, much more heated than the last kiss and cove lets baxter take control, almost purring because he's so happy to have baxter in his hands.

cove's hands slip down to baxter's butt, and baxter pulls away to make a taunt but cove cuts him off, mumbling something about "jump" before lifting baxter up.

baxter jumps, mostly out of surprise, hooking his arms and legs around cove. baxter laughs, thrilled by the change of position. "oh my... well aren't you assertive." baxter purrs, basking in the flush that comes over cove's face.

cove rolls his eyes, ignoring baxter's comment and starts the trek to your bedroom.

something about cove carrying baxter is strangely arousing, and baxter takes the opportunity to latch onto cove's neck, leaving kisses and faint hickey's on his bronze skin.

cove groans, mumbling something but he seems happy so baxter keeps it up.

cove pinches his thigh, making baxter yelp. "you're gonna make us crash into the wall..."

baxter laughs. "well then pay attention, handsome."

cove doesn't respond, kicking the door open with his foot and he sits baxter on the bed like he's a piece of fine china.

baxter tugs his shirt over his head, throwing it at cove and crawling away to the middle of the bed, purposefully giving cove a view of his boxer clad butt, to make himself comfortable.

he flops onto the mountain of pillows, wiggling. "well, come get me, pretty boy."

cove is very flushed, but if the prominent bulge in his sweats are anything to go by, then this is a very good sign...

cove joins baxter in the middle of the bed, straddling him and pulling him into a kiss.

everything is a blur, and somewhere in the midst of making out, baxter started grinding into cove, moaning into his mouth.

cove falls down to baxter's neck, kissing the mole there. baxter squirms, his nails dragging down cove's back..

"do you wanna stop?" cove speaks around a mouth full of baxter's porcelain skin.

"n-no.. fuck don't stop." baxter gasps, digging his fingers into the muscles of cove's back.

baxter's world feels like it's spinning. cove is so intoxicating, and baxter needs so much more.. baxter pants, rutting up into cove. "please... fuck me.."

cove pulls away, searching baxter's gaze before he nods and reaches over to grab a condom and lube.

he abandons it nearby to tug off his sweatpants and boxers, perhaps a bit too eagerly, but baxter doesn't mind since he's equally as antsy.

baxter's eyes drop to ogle cove's length, biting his lip while he takes in the size..

cove isn't a small man, so baxter expected him to proportional downstairs as well, but thinking and seeing are two different things, and baxter has so many thoughts racing in his head.

"uh.. baxter?" cove speaks up, snapping baxter outta his daze. baxter hums, signaling cove to continue.

"we don't have to go all the way.. or you could top me? whatever you want." cove smiles, feeling sheepish but wanting to be comforting.

"maybe next time, but for now..." baxter starts tugging his boxers off, throwing them off to the side. "i need you in me."

cove swallows, nodding. "tell me if you wanna stop."

baxter should've expected it, or at least have a fleeting thought. cove is so active and so loving that it makes sense that he takes multiple rounds to shower you in pleasure.

but he didn't, and now cove is slowly pulling him apart with his mouth on baxter's cock, holding his hand and keeping his hips down by pressing on baxter's abdomen.

cove takes baxter down his throat, his tongue easily lapping at the bottom of his cock and when he pulls back, a dirty mix of spit and pre-cum fall from cove's puckered lips, pumping his fist over baxter's cock before diving back in.

baxter gasps, his stomach straining when he sucks in a sharp breath. he's gonna cum..

"cove-!" baxter cries, tugging on cove's hair and whining about how close he is. cove is persistent, keeping his lips wrapped around baxter's cock as he cums into cove's waiting mouth.

baxter pants, covering his face with his arm.

fuck he's so sensitive..

cove starts kissing his inner thighs, smiling when baxter gasps and his cock twitches, still hard and flushed.

"you're so cute.." cove purrs, a smile in his voice. baxter peaks at him, watching cove's every move.

cove kisses baxter's hand, "still want more?"

baxter nods, "please.."

cove smiles and reaches for the lube, pouring it over his fingers and settling himself between baxter's legs.

baxter sighs, letting cove work him open with his fingers. "mm-"

cove captures him in a kiss, soaking up baxter's moans, sinking his fingers into his pliable hole, scissoring and massaging his insides with his long digits..

baxter tries to speak in between kisses. "ahh- hurry.. *kiss* up!"

"i never knew you were so impatient." cove laughs, kissing baxter's cheek.

cove sits up, baxter huffs at the loss, but doesn't complain since cove rips the packet open and is rolling it over his cock before baxter can come up with something.

cove kisses baxter's thigh that's propped up on his shoulder, soothing baxter's stuttered moans with praise as he sinks into him.

"that's it... good boy." cove holds his hand, waiting for baxter to get accustomed to every ink of dick cove sinks into him.

by the time he's taken cove to the hilt he's panting and dazed. he's so full, and cove towering over him like this makes him feel small and vulnerable, and it feels amazing to be smothered like this.

cove laughs, stroking one of baxter's thighs. "you okay? still with me, darling?"

baxter exhales, melting at the pet name you two have dubbed for him. baxter grips the pillows, blinking away his haze. "mm. you.. you can move now."

cove nods, kissing baxter's thigh again and pulls his hips back slowly. baxter hums lowly, enjoying the drag of cove's cock against his gummy walls.

cove pauses, looking up at baxter. "how do you want it?"

baxter bites his lip. oh?

he grins arrogantly and purrs. "hard. don't pull any punches, i want you."

cove doesn't respond verbally, snapping his hips into baxter making him moan loudly.

oh fuck-

baxter barely has time to think, cove's hips rearing back to fuck his hard and deep, his tip bumping into baxter's prostate and making him moan loudly.

it's really good you aren't at his apartment. he'd definitely be getting a noise complaint because baxter doesn't stifle any of his noise.

not that cove would let him anyway, since when baxter turns to bury his face in the pillow, cove smacks his thigh. it doesn't hurt, but it still surprises him.

cove gazes at him lasciviously. "don't hide from me."

baxter nods, panting. "yes, sir."

cove's brow twitches, but instead of biting back at baxter's tease, he thrusts his hips up sharply, making him gasp. cove takes ahold of baxter's hips, holding him in place as he starts bullying baxter's insides.

"ohh fuck-" baxter pulls on the sheets, taking cove's assault. baxter drops his face into the pillow, his load moaning muffled.

cove leans down to bite on baxter's ear, "don't hide your face, i wanna see you fall apart."

baxter moans, turning his head so he's not half-buried in the pillow and cove rewards him with a kiss. he locks hands with baxter, another reward for taking the assault on his insides so well.

cove kisses his cheeks, muttering praise. "good boy, you're doing so well."

cove reaches between them and starts stroking baxter's cock, swiping his thumb over the leaky head. baxter's legs start to shake and he drags his nails down cove's shoulder.

"i-i'm too sensitive!" baxter pants out weakly, but cove just kisses him.

"i know you can cum again for me, you're a good boy aren't you?" cove sings, kissing baxter's cheeks again as he pants and shakes from cove working his sensitive cock.

"i- i'm gonna!" baxter clings onto cove, his toes curly as he cums weakly all over his stomach.

"that's it~ good boy..." cove praises him, working him through his orgasm.

cove goes to say something else, but his phone lighting up from half way under the pillow alerts him. he snatches it up, realizing it's you texting him that you're on the way home from work and going to pick up some take-out for dinner.

💘Y/N💘: otw home, just going to get some take-out 💘Y/N💘: y'all having fun over there?

cove reads baxter the text, and he looks like he wants to say something but doesn't.

baxter smirks lazily, knowing exactly what he's thinking. "do it."

cove blinks owlishly. "what?" "you wanna take a picture of me covered in my cum and split open on your dick right? take it." baxter squirms, purposefully pushing his hips back so cove's cock bumps against his twitchy insides.

cove pants, swallowing as he fumbles to go to the camera app.

baxter has a lust-drunk smile on his face, and even though he feels a wave of fluster wash over him he doesn't hide his face and lets cove take the picture.

cove sends it with a shaky exhale, throwing the phone to the side and he folds himself over baxter. "you're dirty." baxter smiles, glancing at his lips. "you thought about it first."

they don't say anything else, falling into another hot kiss and cove tries to speak without breaking apart.

"flip- mmm, over. *kiss* i haven't came yet.."

baxter obeys, panting shakily when cove slips out of him so baxter can get comfortable on his stomach, slipping a pillow under his hips.

suddenly his phone starts ringing again and baxter picks it up just as cove slips into him. cove sees the caller id, "answer it."

baxter can hear the coyness in his voice but he answers it anyway, excited to see where this is going.

"h- oh!" baxter shouts, cove suddenly snapping his hips into baxter and filling him up.

you forgo any greetings, and after the picture you received you didn't really need one. "you guys are naughty. i'm trying to get us food and you're at home being a couple sluts."

they both moan at your degrading words, and it just makes you laugh. "look at you, can't even answer the phone without moaning like you're in heat."

baxter pants, fisting the sheets. "i-it's... cove just filled me up so suddenly..."

he tries to refute but its useless.

"i know baby, cove is using you like a cock sleeve?" you sympathize, and baxter tries to appreciate it but now cove is holding his hips up and fucking into him wildly and all he can do is moan loudly into the phone.

"oh but you like it don't you, darling?" you purr.

fuck. baxter didn't know you had a side like this to you. a side so dirty yet so fucking attractive.

"just let cove take care of you until i'm back, but for now i want you to stay on the phone and tell me how cove's fucking you."

baxter moans loudly at that, embarrassed but way too aroused by your wish. "h-he's.. *pant* his cock is, hitting my prostate," baxter's words drag and slur.

you hum, "it feels good, doesn't it, darling? it's been awhile since you've been fucked like that, huh?"

your voice is taunting, but it's full of allure and baxter is swimming in it. god he doesn't know what he's going to do when you're here and he's sandwiched between you two.

"hand the phone to cove baby, i wanna see you get fucked."

baxter shakily hands the phone back to cove, and cove lets go of one of his hips to fumble for the camera app. "hi covey." you purr. "y-y/n.." cove pants, picking up the pace suddenly. something about you on the phone while he's fucking your boyfriend is so... hot.

"take a video for me baby, doesn't have to be long, jus' wanna see you."

cove mumbles a string of yes' and he flips the phone so he can get a better angle of his cock pounding baxter's sweet, poor insides.

baxter loses himself in cove's assault, reaching between him and the pillow to tug on his cock. he whines loudly, cove shifting so he's practically mounting baxter so he can abuse his prostate.

"t-that it.." cove swallows, caressing baxter's hip lovingly. "good boy..."

baxter exhales, soaking up the praise. "cove! please.. cum, want you to cum..."

cove leans over him, positioning the camera blindly as he tries to steal a kiss from baxter.

after getting the phone in a decent spot off to the side, giving you a crooked side view. cove takes baxter's hips between his hands again, urging him to relax by smoothing a hand down his back.

"cove!" baxter shouts, the bed bumping against the wall as cove continues his onslaught.

"just a little more, darling..." cove pants, focusing on the way he pistons in and out of baxter.

collapsing on top of baxter, his forehead against baxter's sweaty back, cove ruts into him with a low groan, filling the condom as baxter cums weakly all over the pillow underneath him.

while they're basking in the aftermath, panting and trying to come back to earth, you laugh, making them startle.

"that's gonna be a video for the year." there's rustling and the sound of a engine starting. "i'm coming home now, so no more fun until i get back."

baxter pants, conjuring up a taunt. "and what if we don't wanna wait?"

"even pretty boys get punished, so wait."

the phone clicks as it hangs up.

baxter inhales sharply when cove slowly pulls out of him, and he looks over his shoulder to watch cove languidly tie off the condom and push his hair away from his face, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

oh yeah, he's not waiting.

[m-jelly]

Hi, Miss Jelly!!! Sorry it took a while for me to reply, huhu. I'm the one who requested the Pacific Rim inspired one. It's totally alright, I understand! Basically, Pacific Rim is like the cadets, and soldiers control a big robot from the inside.

I'd really love one with an Earth based, and since they have suit armors and advanced tech already, it'll be awesome if the titans evolve into something alien like, you know? Hehe. I think it would be fun to have levi and the reader in a secret relationship, but since he's always head over heels for them, he'd be all smug , heart eyes and all when reader does badass things.

Honestly, that's all I ask hehe. Just have fun with writing it, Miss Jelly. You can add whatever you wish if you want. Just wanna see Levi adore reader so much 🥹. Thank you so much! 🫶🩷🎀

Lovable strength.

Levi x fem!reader

Future AU, romance, action, being a couple, fighting, armour, tech, love.

Earth is fighting off an invasion from the Titan alien race. At the front of an elite insane team is Captain Levi and his Lieutenant, you. While you're leading the charge, behind the scenes the two of you are deeply romantically involved with each other.

Tag list below the cut

"This land will be red with the blood of human scum! This is our planet! Our land! Those rats who hide will be dragged out, publicly executed and used for our amusement!" His voice rang and echoed over the war-torn land. A wide smirk spread over his cracked lips as his soldiers screamed in praise. He knew he had to continue. "My Titans!"

"Tch." Levi pressed his earpiece as he spoke to you, his lover, on a private channel. "Does he ever shut the fuck up?"

A sweet laugh came from you. "Come on now, my love, you know very well he won't stop."

He shifted in his full-bodied tight armour, the groves and joints moving with him. "He's a fucking dumbass. He has no clue we have him surrounded."

"That's why this is so funny."

He huffed as he felt frustrated. "I want to be with you."

"I can fix this."

"How?"

You hummed a laugh. "Watch, my love."

Levi watched the leader yapping on further, but something sparkled in the light of the sun. Levi shifted his head and tapped his helmet so he could see a bit better. "I'm watching."

His eyes widened when he saw a flash of colour go right past him. The leader stopped talking as a body, Levi loved exploring at every opportunity, flew right by the leader. No words came from the man, his eyes rolled back, his knees slammed to the floor and his head slid from his neck and dropped to the floor.

You had cut his head clean off.

Levi felt an uncontrollable rush of arousal inside him. It was like watching a killer angel in battle. As soon as you flew past and the Titans began to panic, your body twisted up in the air allowing you to look down. Little objects flew from you. Crackles and speaks snapped through the still air and a rain of explosions began.

Levi smirked. "I fucking love that woman." He rose to his feet. "Attack!"

The Titans who survived the blasts watched in pure horror as armoured soldiers launched up into the air showing they were surrounded. All soldiers wore armour and on their full-bodied armour stood proudly the symbol that terrified the Titans.

The wings of freedom.

The most insane, crazy, dangerous, skilled and suicidal humans were here and no one was getting out alive unless they wanted it. Screams of pure fear and horror ripped through the sky. Titans fell before they could even reach their massive mech machines. They had lost before the battle had even begun. Their leader was dead and their supplies were destroyed.

Their leader was wrong. Humans were a fearful race with a drive to survive and fight that was so strong that it was pure insanity.

A wide grin spread on your face, you enjoyed this too much and being able to fight for your planet alongside your lover was a dream. Your blades ripped and tore through Titans as they screamed and begged for mercy. There was no mercy for them, not after what they did, not after the slaves they took or the blood they farmed for their machines to run.

No one was getting out alive.

With a flick of your body, you fired your jets on your suit and launched forwards. Now with your blades on your back again, you ripped your guns off your thighs and began firing. As your agile body twisted and turned in the summer sun, victory was clearly on the horizon.

Little bots floated around you and Levi showing the powerful winged leaders who would bring victory to the human race. Projected to almost every screen on the planet, people watched as you and Levi used your jets on your suits to move and looked like you were dancing together around the battlefield.

The two of you met together before stopping your jets. You free fell together towards the ground. With eyes locked onto each other through your helmets, there was an unspoken love between the two of you. As the ground grew closer and your love stronger, you fired your jets, twisted your bodies and shot the last Titans together before landing on the stage where the leader once stood.

You panted next to Levi as you admired the land around you. You released a long sigh. "Well, do you wanna do the honours and raise the flag?"

Levi pulled the baton off his lower back and held it up high. "Thank you." He pressed the release button causing the baton to turn into a massive pole with a flag on the end. "Our wings of freedom win again." He slammed it into the ground so all could see.

You hummed a laugh. "That was hot." You laughed as he looked over at you. "Don't worry, we're on a private channel still. The things I'm going to do to you tonight."

"I can't wait." He released a long sigh. "You know, what you did was incredibly dangerous."

"I know."

"Well?"

You folded your arms. "Well, what? We needed to get rid of him. He was annoying you with all his yapping, so I took care of him for you. Besides, those Titans panic and disperse when their leaders are killed. They're nothing without them."

"You're right." He pouted. "I just...I worry about you."

You reached over and held his pinkie. "I understand."

"I love you."

You squeezed his pinkie. "I love you so much." You shifted on the spot. "Wanna find somewhere private and make out?"

Levi perked up. "Yes please!"

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[chvoswxtch]

midnights- blurb (less than 500 words) based on a lyric, book, tv/movie quote (request a vault track to make it spicy)

"you are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires." (from bridgerton) hey babe. i am weak. and i neeeeed this for matt. please. i need him to be insanely in love with me but SO mad about.

hi my angel. enemies to lovers coming right up ;)

blurb below the cut

desire (matt’s version)

you are the bane of my existence, and the object of all my desires

Matt couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was about you that drove him absolutely fucking insane, but you got under his skin in a way that no one ever had before. From the moment Karen introduced the two of you, it was like trying to force two opposing magnets together. For every snarky quip he made, you had a smartass retort loaded in the chamber, and all it took was one condescending inflection perceived in the other’s tone to get you at each other’s throats.

Matt hated how clever you were. He hated that you were able to keep up with his sharp wit, and cut through his ego with your own. He hated that you were intelligent, and that sometimes your argument was better than his own; not that he would ever tell you that or miss the opportunity to debate you regardless of knowing you were right and he was wrong. Matt hated that Foggy and Karen, and everyone around you, found you so goddamn charming because he thought you were the Devil incarnate. 

Or maybe he hated that you were all soft smiles and gentle words with everyone else, but the second he entered the room, you were sharpening your tongue and preparing for another verbal war.

He couldn’t remember who hated who first.

But right now, as the two of you were locked in yet another heated argument about God even knows what, he especially hated you, because the scent of crisp green apple from your shampoo lingering in your hair made his heartbeat throb in his veins. While you were dismantling his defense ruthlessly with your vicious words, all he could focus on was how soft and supple he could tell your lips were. He could feel the way your dress strained across your chest that was heaving slightly with your irritated breaths and the rise in temperature that flushed in your cheeks.

He hated that he could feel the unfiltered passion in your vexation, because he knew you don’t fight with someone the way you fought with him unless there was something there.

In the middle of your verbal laceration, something in him finally snapped, and his large hand came up to loosely grasp your throat as he shoved you back against the wall. A sharp gasp of surprise flew past your lips, and the edge of Matt’s mouth curled up in a faint snarl as he leaned in so you could feel the warmth of his breath against your lips.

“You are the bane of my existence.”

He could feel your heart’s rhythm pounding relentlessly against his fingertips, and the way your eyes darted back and forth, frantically trying to see past his crimson lenses for an explanation to why he had you trapped between his body and the wall behind you, completely at his mercy. But the intoxicating aroma of your arousal slowly starting to seep between your thighs was all the confirmation he needed.

Matt let out a heavy exhale of exasperation as he leaned in to nuzzle his nose against yours, his hand slowly snaked upwards to cradle the side of your face while he finally confessed in a delicate whisper.

“And the object of all my desires.”

Without another word, Matt captured your lips in a hungry kiss, one that elicited a soft noise from the back of your throat that made his heart skip a beat. As you eagerly returned his kiss and tangled your fingers in his hair, Matt allowed himself to finally accept the truth he had been avoiding.

Matt hated you because he loved you.

[confiscatedpeaches]

Stalking You: W.Afton x (fem)reader Pt.3 (FAN CONTINUED)

EDIT: fixed part 1 link

part 1

part 2

Hi, I received permission to continue this fic! I'm going to try and incorporate more of Afton's cockneyisms and stay more true to the writing style of the original author @fandomwritingbit

I basically just wanted smut for this fic so bad

note: I am a very american author who watched BBC growing up, so if I use anything incorrectly or weirdly that's why!

minors dni

TW: blood, noncon, smut, threats of violence, humiliation

“Now...” Again he pulled your head closer, “What’s your play, love?”

Even more tears spill down your cheeks. You attempt to suppress a hic and cry, but fail miserably. Cowering on the floor, like the pathetic little girl you are. Compared to him, you are weak, small, and vulnerable. You are nothing.

"I... I don't know. I don't know what to do.... I'm sorry, please don't make me... do this." You beg.

A smile crept across his face, blood still dripping from his nose and into his teeth. He loved seeing you like this. Small, confused, ready to be commanded and molded into to whatever he desired. God, he was going to break that little brain of yours until you begged for more. Eventually Stockholm syndrome will run it's course and you'll end up a blathering mess of sweat and cum. A thrill sparks within him, yes, he was going to ruin you. He's all you have now.

"Jesus, you poor sweet little thing you. I'm gonna tell you exactly what to do, yeah? Surely you've sucked cock before, judging by your looks sweetheart."

Your heart dropped into your stomach. So he really was going to make you do this.

"I... haven't... never before.." You manage between sobs.

He let out a moan. His cock visibly grew in his trousers. He never knew you were a virgin, especially with how well you were able to make yourself cum when he watched from your bedroom window. He'd just assumed such a fine young thing would already have been tainted, but now he has the rare opportunity to corrupt you. Ensure that you'll never be owned by anybody else.

"Give on, unzip my trousers luv, put me in your mouth, and don't bite. Or I'll bloody beat you to within an inch of your life."

Afraid of what he might do next if you don't comply, your survival mechanism kicks in, and you obey. The sound of the zipper fills your ears. You gulp, embarrassed and ashamed of what you were about to do for this horrible man. You thought of your friends and family, what would they think of you now? Shouldn't you keep fighting? Isn't it better to die now than give in? The worst part was, you could feel yourself getting wet. You didn't know if it was instinct, fear, or arousal that caused it, but it made you feel rotten inside.

You take his member in your hands. The tip of his cock was shiny with precum. Disgusted, you shut your eyes and open your mouth. Your tongue presses against his head and then shaft. He tasted good, like salted caramel. If he had just approached you like a normal man, you might've done this willingly. Everything inside of you tries to block this out, thinking of anything else. This is wrong, this shouldn't be happening.

He lets out a guttural moan, a moan that's been waiting for you for quite some time now. His filthy fantasies are being realized. Without waiting for you, he pushes himself deeper into your throat. You gag slightly, not wanting to seem unenthused to this maniac. His hands slide to the back of your head, fingers intertwining with your hair. Roughly, he begins thrusting into you. There's no holding back now, everything inside of him needed you. Instinctively, you lift your hands to hold onto his legs.

"Relax your jaw darling, I can feel your bleedin' teeth."

You could barely understand him at this point. His arousal made his accent even thicker than before. He's much larger than you could have expected. You relax as much as you can, fully giving in to the assault on your mouth and throat. His hilt crashes with your lips, you feel his testicles and pubic hair pressing tightly against you. You try not to gag even more. The tips of your nails press into the backs of his legs, eliciting a satisfied grunt.

You were his now. In this moment, you belonged to him and him only. Feeling unbelievably pleased with himself for finally gathering up the courage to take what was rightfully his, words sputter out from between his blood covered teeth and lips.

"Just... a little... longer...."

He's getting close to cumming, a little too close. He really wanted this to last longer, but his arousal was beginning to peak. A climax was brewing within him. A sudden hot salty release fills your mouth and slides down your throat before you can stop him. Why did he have to cum inside? Couldn't he have just pulled out of your mouth, and spared you this humiliation? You swallow, unable to do anything else.

His cock pulsates a few more times, before his seed stops flowing into you. He pulls your hair, causing you to tilt up and look at him. Under his cold grey eyes you freeze. His flaccid cock still in your mouth. His hands reach to caress your face. He was studying you, so he could remember this moment forever. You looked worn-down, used and abused. Panting and drenched in sweat, he laughs.

"I... appreciate... your enthusiasm, but.... you can let go of me now luv."

You release him and jerk backwards. Hitting your head against the wall behind you. Vision goes black for a moment, and he laughs once more. Your eyes begin to blur, and you fall unconcious.

[wheredidmyheadgoing]

"Does it hurt, little one?"

So,

Basically, I was supposed to insert this as a super duper extra comic for Mother's Day. I planned everything nicely, so that I could make it for May 26.

...Then I found out that Poland is literally the only country where Mother's Day is celebrated on that day.

Shoot. You live and learn, they said.

Let's just pretend that I posted this on 14 May 2023, okay?

Nooow that we've got that out of the way, let me explain what's actually going on here. (As if you can't just show everything so everyone understands, you stupid potato-)

1. Why Gregory looks like a zombie

Here we have something I wanted to describe before, but didn't have the opportunity. It's about the workings of the "bloodstream" of the robot children (Gregory and Ella to be more precise). As you can probably guess, there is no need for their heart to pump anything, so everything here is apparent. Which doesn't mean, however, that they don't need their "blood". Oh no.

You see, they do have a device inside them that imitates a heartbeat, but the fluid inside them circulates completely on its own through their bodies. It doesn't just act as a substitute for human plasma - it makes them better able to feel emotions. They are able to feel pain. Thanks to this fluid, their feelings drive their mind. Fact, it is darker and more viscous than ordinary blood, but combined with stage blood and a bit of illusion, it does not arouse suspicion.

Viscous Dark liquid...sound familiar?

Ah yes - good old agony.

This, by the way, solves the possible problem of running out of artificial blood if the robotic kid gets too much damage, because if anything, his pain and the negative emotions associated with it will automatically fill his body with another amount of fluid. Besides, the agony spreads to other objects, including other robots. This gives a lot of new possibilities and...well, that's why Gregory has so many bandages on him. Afton likes to experiment on him sometimes...

Are you keeping up? Great, then how about this?

The reason Gregory is so bloody here is the punishment he received. Our little gremlin can usually handle the commands given to him, but stress, pressure and general overwork mean that sometimes he'll slip up and make a mistake.

Unfortunately, his father doesn't tolerate mistakes.

What is all this punishment about? Well, as Gregory nevertheless consists in part of a computer, Glitchtrap has access to his head. He can talk to him, influence his memories of his past live, and, most importantly, control his mental state. So, if he does something wrong, unpleasant consequences await him, in the form of a huge headache and vomiting blood/agony, which gets too much in him and just pours out through all the orifices of his body. A rather uncool feeling.

2. The relationship between Vanny and the little gremlin

It's a pretty difficult. For Gregory, I mean. Technically, he shouldn't feel anything for her; another tool, possibly an accomplice, alive today, she could be dead tomorrow. Yet he cares, heck, he sees her as some kind of parental figure, as his father is a psychopathic murderer turned AI, and about his mother, for some unsuspecting reason, he can't remember anything specific, except that she had light hair and was called Christine (Hehe, because, you know, Christine!...heh....begins with a C, like Clara, okay?). He would never admit it to himself, but he feels damn sorry for her, because of everything that happened. Especially since he was complicit in pushing her away from her loved ones, worsening her mental state, and ultimately helped bring about her possession. Yep, a manipulative little manipulator. Oh well.

So Gregory feels guilty, while at the same time insisting that he shouldn't, because, after all, he's not doing anything wrong - he just wants to put his family back together. Therefore, he rather tries to avoid her, and is often just plain mean - the fact that she is such a nice person to him simply overwhelms him.

I'll bet my caramel and hazelnut chocolate that I made some stupid translation mistake.

[snowmortesimps]

Fighting The Urge PT 2

“Did you enjoy yourself, My Love?” Guy asked teasingly.

Snow swallowed hard and found it impossible to look the man in the eye when he was so obviously teasing her. ‘Does he know what happened with Jasper?...How could he know?’ The thought raced through her mind. ‘But...he just said he knows...HOW?!’

“I don’t know what you mean...” she said with a hint of defensiveness lacing her voice in an attempt to keep from running away.

“...” Guy’s lips tugged upward at the corners, still a breath’s distance away. “Don’t you?”

“...No...?” Her voice was barely a breathy whisper but she was struggling to keep her composure. The girl’s face was burning with mortification.

Guy brushed his fingertip along the edge of her lip as he stood up straight, trailing his hand down to hook a finger under her chin, forcing her to look at him. “You don’t sound convinced, Love...Should I remind you?”

“...Guy.” No sooner had she uttered his name, he swooped in and claimed her mouth in a heated kiss that took her breath away. Snow’s eyes widened in surprise, her hands instantly lifting, intending to push him away. His arms wound themselves around her middle, drawing her in against him firmly, so her hands could only grip his upper arms, fingers curling into the fabric of his sleeves.

Though Snow attempted to pull her head back, he followed, tipping her off-balance enough that her weight was almost entirely being supported by his hold on her. A soft moan escaped her throat, a sweet sound Guy happy swallowed amidst the ever-deepening kiss.

When at last, he broke away, Snow was panting for breath, but still gripping his sleeves with a white-knuckled hold. “Little Wonder, let no one else see you like this...this expression is mine to cherish...”

Helping her to stand upright once more, Guy stepped away from her, satisfied with the way her cheeks were awashed in a sweet shade of pink, her kiss-swollen lips parted, and half-lidded crimson eyes watching him in wonder. She was an absolute vision of loveliness...if only she would give into him.

“It’s nearly time for your next lecture,” he stated in an attempt to bring her back to herself.

“...My next...” Reality crept back in slowly before snapping suddenly into place, causing her to shake her head free from the fog of arousal. “My next class!...I, uh...” She paused to give him one last glance before grabbing her bag and hurrying toward the door, “Gotta go!”

Snow hurried away, trying to put as much distance between herself and Guy as possible, lest she allow herself to be drawn back in as she just had. After a few strategic twists and turns, she found herself in a rarely used corridor. Using the reprieve as an opportunity to calm down, her back pressed to the wall. A heavy sigh spilled from her lips as she slid down to sit upon the floor, her bag resting at her side.

While Snow knew she needed to get to her next lesson, the will to remove herself from the spot had left her. Resting her face in her hands, her knees drew up to make herself seem as small and unassuming as possible while her mind and heart were racing.

‘How did he ensnare me so easily like that? Am I truly so weak that a few kisses and some dirty tricks will be my undoing?’ she ranted internally, tugging at the roots of her ebony hair. ‘When I said that Guy getting laid might help...I wasn’t volunteering my services, damnit!’

Time lost all relevance as the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions continued...’What if’s’ and ‘Why me’s’ bombarded her over the course of the next hour. It wasn’t until she heard students rounding the corner that she finally climbed to her feet, realizing that she had missed Hawke’s class. At least he would be merciful, unlike had it been Toa’s class...

Making her way to her room to deposit her bag and see Robin had Snow wondering who of her friends would be better to talk to about her current predicament. As she entered her room, her bag was dropped carelessly by the door and she flopped face down on her bed. The expected greeting of her familiar didn’t come, making Snow look around the room only to see the feline was not there. “Probably went to find something to eat...I probably should too, but...” She shook her head before letting the thought take root and force her to seek out food, and by extension, company. ‘No...company is not a good idea right now...’

Just as she was thinking this, a knock echoed from her door. Groaning, she clamored up and opened the door. Leaning against the door frame was Fenn, wearing a salacious look if she’d ever seen one. “...Allo Fenn. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Ah, such an interesting choice of words to greet my visit, Treasure. But if it’s pleasure you seek...?” he teased, raising a brow, a grin tugging at his lips.

“State your business, please...I’ve got a lot on my mind right now.” Snow pinched the bridge of her nose, displaying a rather impressive imitation of Toa during class any time she failed to grasp a simple concept.

“I merely came to check on my most beautiful jewel, as I had it on good authority that someone missed their last class.” he hinted, toying with one of his fingernails as a means of seeming only vaguely interested in the topic he was discussing.

“Plenty of people miss classes...and how would you know if I missed one?” she shrugged dismissively, yet opened her door further to allow him inside so they didn’t have to talk in the hallway. Allowing him into her room may prove to be a mistake given the way her day had been going thus far.

“Because Hawke asked me to cover his class today while he nursed a hangover.” Fenn informed her, stepping inside and taking the offered seat on her settee while she perched herself cross-legged atop her bed. At least she looked ashamed at her actions. “Care to tell me what happened?”

“Not particularly...” she muttered, looking down at her hands in her lap. At her friend’s not-so-convinced hum, she sighed, continuing, “Fine...I skipped because I was too lost in my own thoughts. I didn’t want to be around anyone, and kinda still don’t. I mean...I like you, and all, Fenn...but given the day I’ve had, I don’t exactly trust myself around anyone........and it’s all Guy’s fault!”

“Oh, Treasure...tell me what happened. If it’s Guy’s doing, perhaps together we can resolve the issue.” he soothed.

“You remember what happened in the common room...it’s all related to that...First, he apparently sent Jasper to talk to me...and I quickly learned that Jasper’s idea of ‘talking’ involves far fewer words than one might imagine...then my first class was with Guy, and he wouldn’t stop teasing me...then made me stay after class and he...he kissed me!” The floodgates had been opened and she struggled to hold back the information now it had been drawn out.

“Did he now? The scoundrel!...” Fenn’s words were laced with amusement as he watched Snow, though his eyes softened at the look of frustration forming on her face. “Fret not...Jasper was likely just doing his Master’s bidding, and Guy cares greatly for you. I would be hard-pressed not to try stealing a few kisses from you were I in a position to do so...”

Narrowing her eyes at him, her arms folded across her chest and she pursed her lips in clear annoyance before noting dryly, “You HAVE done so...on more than one occasion, I might add. Nearly every Prince at this academy has either asked for, or stolen a kiss from me at some point or other...and I understand my gift grants you guys a boost in power and all, but it’s kinda ridiculous, and frankly offensive, that I get treated like a battery pack...but that’s neither here nor there to the conversation. If Jasper was just doing as Guy told him to, that means Guy DID tell him to kiss me! And what he said to me after...” At this, Snow trailed off, hugging herself and shuddering slightly. Would Jasper truly seclude himself in an adjacent room to eavesdrop on the erotic sounds drawn from her should she actually give into Guy’s advances? Or did he say it to get a rise out of her?

“My, my...what a conundrum, indeed...” Fenn offered, wanting nothing more than to approach the girl and offer her a comforting embrace, but after hearing her tale, he was most certain she would not welcome him.

“What should I do, Fenn? It’s only been a day, and I already feel as if it might just be simpler to give Guy what he wants. He’s already convinced I’ll go to him anyway.” Snow rubbed her face with both hands before dragging a pillow toward her and hugging it to her chest.

“I think the question better posed would be this: Do you want to submit to Guy?” Fenn tilted his head, trailing a curious finger along his chin in thought as he examined the girl across from him.

“...If I’m being completely honest, I don’t even know what that would entail...I mean, I like him...you know, when he’s not being an absolute ass...but I have no idea what all he expects of me. If I go to him just to get it over with...he may take it as more than intended, and if I don’t go......” she trailed off, her face practically glowing red with embarrassment, ‘...I may go crazy.’

“I see...Well, Treasure, I can help prepare you, if you believe it would be of some comfort.”

“I don’t know, Fenn...I wish I just knew what Guy’s plans were...then I could kinda go from there...” Snow flopped onto her back on her bed, still hugging the pillow to her chest as if it were a shield from everything the world could throw at her in that moment.

“Why not give the offer some consideration and we may revisit the idea another time?” This received a small nod from the girl, and it tore at him not to move closer and cage her in with his body, press her into the mattress, and touch her in all of her most sensitive places until she was writhing beautifully beneath him. Rising from his seat, Fenn began moving toward the door, not trusting his self-restraint at the moment when Snow was laying on her bed, her raven locks spilling across the comforter like a dark halo as she’s talking about having kissed both Guy and Jasper. Though it was a cause of distress for her, Fenn was not about to add to it just to slake his own interest in her.

Just before he closed the door, he heard Snow mutter her thanks to him, and he could do nothing but smile bitterly. “Keep fighting, Treasure...” he mumbled to himself more than her, leaving the area.

Over the next few days, Snow resumed taking meals in the refectory with her friends. Rio, Thoma, Sherry, Roy and Grayson were her primary companions, and she was genuinely glad of their company as they helped a great deal in keeping her mind off the situation with Guy. Violet and Fenn were wonderfully supportive and distracting as well. Lynt had invited her to join him for naps at least once a day, to which she was all too happy to indulge in because he would cuddle with her without taking advantage...though there was one time his hand unintentionally had found it’s way under the edge of her shirt to rest on the curve of her side, but it was such an innocent touch, she wasn’t upset about it.

Guy, on the other hand, had been plotting his next move. It was clear that she had enjoyed their interactions in the classroom...but she seemed adamant to pretend it hadn’t happened, and that just wouldn’t do if he hoped to achieve his goal of claiming her for his own. Jasper had done his part in seducing Snow for him...and she wasn’t foolish enough to allow him a second opportunity to get her alone. That meant it was up to Guy to lure her in and make her crave him.

Friday evening classes had just let out and Snow was chattering happily with Sherry, the girls’ arms looped together as they walked along the hallway a short distance from the rest of their classmates. “Thank you so much for helping me with that assignment, Sher. The wording had me drawing a complete blank!”

Sherry beamed and gave Snow’s arm a slight hug, drawing her friend closer to her side, “It was no trouble at all! If it is within my ability to do so, I am always happy to help. I want you to succeed, Snow!”

“Snow...Miss Sherry...Good evening.” Guy cut in, having approached as quietly as possible to the pair.

Both girls turned toward the sound of his voice. They seemed set on edge at his presence, but neither turned tail and ran off, which was promising, though they didn’t seem too eager to engage with him, either. It was the young Princess that replied first, “Good evening, Master Guy. What brings you here?”

Snow tamped down the urge to walk away or comment something snippy, and simply remained quiet, hoping he would grow bored of the conversation quickly and leave them alone.

Guy turned his gaze toward Snow before replying, “Might I have a word with Snow?”

‘Of course he wouldn’t just say hi and go on his merry way...damnit!’ Snow sulked before glancing at Sherry, hoping her friend would read the look of desperation in her eyes, begging her not to leave her alone with him.

Sherry gave Snow an apologetic look before answering, “I suppose that is my cue to be off. I do have some business to attend to with my brother. Snow? Let’s take tea together tomorrow, shall we?”

Left with few other options, she nodded to her friend, gave the girl’s hand a squeeze, which was returned before the princess curtsied and headed off, leaving Snow standing in front of Guy. Lifting her eyes to meet his, her arms folded over her chest and offered him a half-smile to be polite. “Hey...Everything okay?”

“I could ask you the same. Have you been avoiding me?” Guy asked, really getting straight to the point.

“Not...exactly. I’ve just been busy lately...classes and all that.” she attempted, giving a shrug of one shoulder.

The dark haired male eyed her as if seeing right through her before reaching out to gently take her hand in his own. A small gasp escaped her lips from the contact, but she could do nothing but stutter half-formed protests as he led her down the hallway toward an empty classroom. The door was closed behind them with Guy standing between her and the exit. He was quiet for a long time, making her feel more and more awkward about the growing silence between them. Snow then moved across the room toward the desk at the front of the room to distract herself.

Her fingertips grazed over various scattered papers littered across the surface before picking up a pen. Twisting and twirling the utensil, Snow’s mind was filling with all sorts of scenarios that could come of this unprompted secluded moment, each one more risqué than the last.

“I know your schedule as well as my own. You have been no more busy with assignments than any of your peers. Why have you been avoiding my presence, Snow?” he finally voiced, much closer than she realized. How me managed to close the distance between them so silently was a wonder.

“It’s not intentional, exactly...I just don’t know how to be around you right now without...” she couldn’t finish the thought in her head, let alone speaking it in that moment. She was far too flustered by his proximity, and the scent of him was oddly intoxicating, making her head swim and her heart race as he stood less than an arm’s length from her.

“Without...?” he probed, inching that little bit closer, watching the way her fingers wrapped around the pen in her hand like she was either going to use it as a weapon, or throw it.

“Without...remembering,” she muttered, not wishing to go further into detail than that, but she didn’t need to.

“Ah...” he hummed in acknowledgement, slowly backing her up toward the desk with his calculated approach until her bottom bumped into the piece of furniture, halting her escape. “The memory of our kiss, perhaps?” At her reluctant nod, he continued in a silky voice, “Was it not satisfactory for you?”

“Oh, no! Nothing like that!” Snow blurt out before turning her head, blushing furiously as her bottom lip became trapped between her teeth. The pen was no longer an adequate distraction and was deposited back atop the desk behind her in favor of gripping the lip of the desk to steady herself. “I mean...No, the kiss was...more than satisfying...”

A smirk played on his lips at her reactions. “Was it, now? I do not seem to recall it as vividly as I suspect you do. Would you like to remind me?”

“Guy!” Snow exclaimed, watching him like he was a predator ready to pounce on her.

The Avari prince moved in to invade her space, pressing his hands atop the desk and caging her in, his forehead resting against her own and simply breathed her in. “Perhaps I do remember that kiss, Little Wonder...Perhaps I find myself recalling it often...the sweet scent of your hair...” One hand lifted to gingerly brush a section of her hair from her face as he spoke, “...the softness of your lips...” His finger trailed her lips, caressing the bottom one lightly, causing them to part slightly, her gaze locked with his, “...the taste of your tongue...” Her tongue subconsciously moved to the finger at her lips, brushing against it as her breathing quickened, and Guy stepped in closer and she could do little but hop up and perch upon the edge of the desk. He reached down to trail the back of his fingers up and down along the top of her thighs as he finished, “...the heat of your skin...”

Snow shivered at the touch but couldn’t break from the heated look in his crimson eyes, feeling as if she could drown in them. Entranced by the moment as she was, she didn’t even realize the soft plea had escaped her lips, “...Kiss me?...”

“If you insist, Love...” he noted seductively, flattening his hands on her thighs and gently encouraging her to part them. When she does so, he steps between them and slides his hands around to her lower back, pulling her toward him as he leans in to capture her mouth in a slow, passionate kiss. Almost immediately, she was sighing into the kiss, equal parts relief and pleasure.

Just as his tongue slipped past her lips to tangle with her own, one hand slipped under the back of her shirt to press against the small of her back, rubbing small circles with his thumb along the dip of her spine. When she offered no resistance to his kisses, they grew more passionate and he continued his slow exploration of her soft, subtle curves, wanting nothing more than to touch her everywhere, but knowing he hadn’t locked the door. He wasn’t going to inform her of this oversight, not when she was allowing him to enjoy her in such a way.

When his kisses traveled along her jaw and down her neck, her head tipped back to give him better access. “Good girl...” he whispered against her skin between kisses and nibbles while the hand on her back moved forward once more, massaging over her upper thigh. Fingertips slipped just beneath the hem of her skirt but moved no further upward, merely caressing the soft skin he found there. He could feel the heat emanating from her core and was tempted to see exactly the extent of her arousal, but was enjoying teasing her far too much. After all, this was not what he wanted...he wanted her to come to him...and it was he that sought out this interaction. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t indulge in everything she would allow, however.

The praise he gave her made her whimper, her fingers curling into his shirt at his chest. The feeling of him nipping at her neck and rubbing her thigh so temptingly was maddening! If his hand on her inner thigh would just move up a little more...if the hand on her ribcage would just move up a little more... Her back arched, causing her to press more firmly against him as he was drawing breathy sighs and moans from her. She was practically throbbing with need for him to touch her where she needed him most. “...More...”

“Where does my Little Wonder need me to touch?” Guy purred against her ear, inching one hand up her thigh a little so his thumb could stroke along the seam of her panties, the other hand sliding over her shirt to her chest, but purposefully avoiding touching her breast directly. Instead, he cupped one, thumb caressing the underside of the mound.

Whining pitifully, Snow leaned toward him, trying to bury her burning face into his shoulder to avoid answering his question. But the teasing squeeze to her thigh made her gasp and whimper as she squirmed, unable to close her legs with his standing between them. “...Please, Guy...”

Chuckling to himself, the hand at her chest runs up her frame, over her throat, and gently grips her just below her jaw without cutting off her ability to breathe at all, but forces her to look him in the eyes as he sensually growls, “I asked you a question, Little One...Won’t you be a good girl and answer me?”

Snow didn’t think she was capable of blushing more than she already was, but the way he was holding her by the throat, the commanding tone of his voice as he was promising pleasure, she melted. When she failed to answer right away, he prompted her by sliding his hand forward, completely cupping her heated mound over the silky fabric, feeling the moisture that had already soaked through. A pronounced moan spilled forth as she uttered a single word, “...There!...”

“That’s my good Little Wonder...” he purred, leaning forward to kiss her lips heatedly, but didn’t linger long in the kiss before moving to her ear, his hand pressing firmly against her dripping core. “But you haven’t earned it yet...If you want release...you are to come to me, remember?”

And just like that, he slowly removed his hands from her and took a step back. As Snow was panting heavily and barely coherent, whimpering at the loss of his touch, Guy adjusted himself and his clothing. The prominent pitch in his pants was evidence that his teasing of her had an equally drastic affect on him as well...he merely had more self control than she was capable of at the moment. Using his jacket to hide it, he smiles and begins heading for the door. Before leaving, he calls over his shoulder, “I would not be apposed to a visit from you tonight, Love...”

With that, he was gone and Snow could do little but blink in confusion. Her blood was thrumming loudly in her ears and pulsating through her veins almost painfully. A groan escaped her as she slowly lowered herself to her feet. The whole situation had happened like a dream...Had it really happened at all?

“Oh gods...” she mumbled to herself, noticing the way her legs felt boneless beneath her. He had brought her to that point and no further on purpose! He left her begging for his touch, aching for more...

“........Guy!” Snow called out a few moments after the door had closed behind his retreating figure. The lack of satisfaction was fully registering and it was not sitting well with her. “...Ugh, this must be what blue balls feels like...” she mumbled to herself as she fixed her clothing and hurried toward the door, calling out again, “Guy!...Wait!”

Though already well on his way back to his chambers, he could vaguely hear her calling his name. He wasn’t about to let her know this, so he picked up his pace to reach his rooms long before she arrived. He’d have to shoo Jasper off, after all.

Snow ran a hand through her hair, mildly aware of the state of herself as she powerwalked through the halls. Desire was fueling every step as she made her way toward Guy’s location. Sense had left her the moment his touch burned a trail across her flesh. The anger she’d had toward him earlier that week had melted away, replaced by pure seductive intoxication. Just as she was nearing his door, she paused to realize that she was thinking like Fenn. “...Hn...Violet was right, after all...” Smirking to herself, she knocked on Guy’s door, ignoring any looks that were cast her way from passersby.

Guy opened the door, having divested himself of his jacket and looking entirely too smug as he looked down at her. Saying nothing, he merely opened the door further and stepped aside to allow her entry. Once she was inside, however, he locked the door and scooped Snow up into his arms, hands clasped under her bottom as she wrapped her legs around his waist. No words were needed. They both knew why she was there, after all. Her fingers slipped into his hair as she initiated the first kiss.

Smirking against her lips, he pressed her back up against the door, kissing her back soundly and delving into her mouth with eagerness. The first few moans he pulled from her were soft and breathy and absolutely beautiful. As he ground his hips against her, Snow’s whimpers and moans grew louder. “Ah, yes...such a good girl...keep making those sounds for me...”

“Guy...!” she gasped his name, locking her ankles behind him, but with his full weight pressed against her, he wasn’t about to let her fall, but gravity was doing wonders to help press her most intimate areas against him in all the right ways. “...I need...ah~”

The way she was mirroring the motions of his hips, making her grind against him, mixed with the sounds she was making was going to be his undoing, and they were both still fully clothed. Rather than risk embarrassing himself, he readjusted his hold on her and carried her to the settee without breaking away from her lips.

Snow’s hands reached toward the buttons of his shirt while his roamed freely over her body, caressing and squeezing teasingly as he kneeled over her. Just as she had peeled his shirt from his arms, a moment of realization came to her and she looked up at him, lust burning clearly in both of their garnet pools, “Not here...Bed...” The words Jasper had whispered about wanting to hear them danced at the edges of her memories and was determined not to give the man the satisfaction of overhearing them. ‘Or at least, I’m gonna make it harder for him to hear us...’

Guy’s shirt was haphazardly tossed over the back of the settee before he lifted her to her feet and pulled her’s off in one smooth motion. It dropped to the floor as Guy practically dragged Snow into his bedroom. Not wanting to be away from his body heat longer than necessary, she clasped his hand and pulled him against her once inside and followed him toward the bed. He thought he was leading her, but it was his legs that hit the bed first and Snow smirked. With her hands running over his bare chest, she gave a slight push and Guy tumbled onto his back on the mattress, looking up at her a little bewildered but too aroused to mind.

Snow climbs atop him and straddles his hips, her skirt obscuring his vision of the treasure that lay beneath, but he could feel the heat when she presses against him. While he is caressing her sides, she reached behind her to unhook her bra before taking his hands and places them over her breasts. Her cheeks flamed bright red at her own boldness, but she needed him to touch her and if he made her ask for what she wanted, she’d not be able to give her desires a voice in that moment.

While Guy happily massaged the glorious flesh in his hands, Snow tipped her head back, whimpering. Her hips rolling slowly into him in small circles as her fingertips trail down his torso. After a few moments, he pulls her down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth, suckling and laving the pebbled bud with his tongue, drawing a keening moan from the girl atop him.

Barely releasing her nipple from his mouth, he groan, “Unbuckle my belt, Love...” A command she was all too happy to comply with as she worded the leather from the metal clasp, but she didn’t stop there. The button and zipper were her next project but it was up to Guy to divest himself of his pants given their positions. She had to shift her weight off him so he could peel her panties from her hips but he chose to leave her pleated black skirt around her hips. He then guided her back on top of him and with his hands on her hips, guided her to ride him.

When he was seated within her, she let out a wanton moan and pressed her hands to his chest, her nails scraping over the skin lightly as she adjusted to him. It wouldn’t take long, however, before he was guiding her hips into a rhythm. The sounds of her moans and whimpers filled the room, driving him higher. The sight of her above him, rising and lowering herself along his length, eyes closed in ecstasy as her breasts bounced was beyond words. To see this woman who had fought so hard against him, giving into her passion made his heart race even more than the exertion they were putting forth.

Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around her and flipped their positions. He swallowed the gasp she uttered in a passionate kiss as he thrust into her in earnest, driving them both over the edge after a short time. He was far from done with her, though, and simply fought the urge to rest, needing nothing but to watch Snow come apart as many times as he was capable. He wouldn’t let her rest until she begged him to, determined to give her as much pleasure as she could handle.

Hours later and more rounds than either could keep track of, they both passed out from sheer exhaustion. His arms wrapped protectively around her as he held her against his chest, his fingers tangled in her messy black hair with her head on his chest. She was sleeping so deeply that she didn’t stir at all when Guy awoke to the sound of a soft knock upon the door. Jasper entered after Guy drew the blanket over his lover and himself.

“Begging your pardon, Master Guy, but I felt it might be of some comfort to your partner if she were to have her full attire upon waking.” Jasper held up Snow’s shirt, as well as Guy’s, in the dim lighting and placing them on the settee at the foot of the bed. He spared a covert glance at the slumbering woman draped over his Prince and smirked.

“...” Guy nodded and watched his valet leave before pressing a kiss to the top of Snow’s head. He paused when she seemed to stir, but merely snuggled further into him. Smiling, he whispered, “I love you, my Little Wonder...sleep well.”

[orcacharm]

So a lot of you may not know this but I have a rescued African Grey Parrot named Mavi. I know what you must be thinking:

"How hypocritical of you to own such an intelligent animal when you are anti-captivity!"

Well yes, that is hypocritical. I 100% agree, I don't like the parrot pet industry either. I know full well and have seen with my own two eyes just how negatively captivity has affected these birds.

So you may ask "Why do you have him then?"

Well, when you sign up to be a foster for exotic animals with the humane society you never know what they'll call you with. Mavi was surrendered because he was highly aggressive to his previous owner and his other bird. He had plucked the feathers off his right wing, chewed his feet, and broke most of his tail feathers. I was horrified went I first met him and the rusty cage he was surrendered in.

I was given an ultimatum: get him to be less aggressive or he will be euthanized. That didn't seem fair to me, I have a strong belief that no animal wants to die. So I took him in and never gave him back (which the rescue was fine with).

Turned out, Mavi only disliked men and got on really well with me. Within a month, he was very attached and even protective of me. He spends his days either in my (bird proofed) room or outside in his (predator proofed) aviary. He has tons of toys from an amazing company that make fairtrade, safe, environmentally friendly foraging and shredding toys. We train together twice a day to keep his mind stimulated and I just hang out with him and give him attention throughout the rest of the day.

This is and will never be enough. He still chews his toes, he still overpreens, he still can't fly, and he still has a fatty liver. I have talked to bird sanctuaries and they won't take him because he has a history of bird aggression and they've seen many cases of permanently grounded birds becoming more self destructive when around flighted birds. We decided it was best he stay with me where he can get all day one on one care.

So why am I making this post? Simple, to make a point. Wanna know the difference between me and most pro-caps?

I can admit that this is wrong and am doing everything I can to change my own birds life and the industry all together.

[sleepysnk]

kakashi + his shy gf in public who he sluts out back in his apartment 🤍

a/n: hehejanebdwj this was doing things to my brain. I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND I’M SORRY FOR MY LATE RESPONSE

pairings: kakashi hatake x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, smut, canonverse, dom/sub themes, dom!kakashi, unprotected sex, creampie, praising.

The Real You ft. Kakashi Hatake

You were known as Kakashi’s shy lover.

It was a surprise to everyone in Konoha that the two of you were dating. Compared to the copy-ninja, you were quit shy and introverted. Most people couldn’t believe you had the courage to be in a relationship with a guy like him. He was the opposite compared to you, but nonetheless, he was in love with you.

You were the softest person around the hidden leaf village. You could never hurt a fly. The people you worked around always described you as this sweet girl, and everyone adored how kind your heart was.

Well, that’s how you were on the outside.

Right now, you were lying beneath your boyfriend with his cock stuffed deep inside of your pussy. The tip was kissing at your g-spot, and your mind was very foggy. Kakashi was making your cunt weep with need, and you couldn’t get enough of him.

“Oh, fuck.. I love when you squeeze me like that baby..” he buried his face into your neck.

Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulder. “‘Kashi.. it’s too much!” you whined as he thrusted into you at a quick pace.

Kakashi had you pinned down from the moment the two of you got home. You were all he wanted, so he took the open opportunity to get you in bed with him. He knew it was easy. You were so submissive, and you always gave in to every desire he had.

He played with your clit. His cock twitched when he saw how your hips jolted upwards from his touch. Kakashi was getting off to every little sound you were making. God, he wanted to do everything to you.

Kakashi was so close to his high. He could tell you were close too. Your body language was giving him all of the signs. He wanted to give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had. You were his little princess on the outside, but, on the inside, he knew deep down you were mischievous. You loved submitting to him.

He trailed his thumb along the swell of your cheek. “So pretty for me.. look at how well you take my cock, pretty girl,” he cooed, looking down at you with lust-filled eyes.

The pit in your stomach burned. You felt like you could cum any second. The pleasure was white-hot, and every thrust was sending you over the edge.

Tears brimmed on your lash-line, threatening to fall any second. It was too much, his cock was hitting every spot inside of you that made your mind turn into fog. All of it was unbearable, but you were so desperate to cum.

“Kakashi.. I’m going to..” you trailed off as you felt your climax hit you.

Kakashi groaned as your walls sucked and closed around him. Your pussy creamed, causing your arousal to collect all around the base of his cock. You cried his name as loud as you could. He could feel this satisfaction rolling over him.

He loved hearing the way you said his name. It was all him, nobody else. You were his princess, and nobody got to see you the way he did.

His cock twitched inside of you. Kakashi could feel this knot in his abdomen. He wanted to cum inside of you. It had been a long time since he had the opportunity to do so, and he wasn’t about to waste the chance. There was nothing that felt better than when he filled your pussy to brim with his cum.

Kakashi took your hand in his as he slowed his thrusts. He saw how fucked out you looked. “You want my cum inside of you, baby?” he asked, “I wanna fill you up..”

You nodded your head eagerly. You then locked your ankles around his waist. “Y-Yes.. please fill me up, ‘Kashi..” you whimpered from the overstimulation.

That’s all he needed to hear.

Kakashi started to pick up his pace. Every cry and whine for more was sending him into a frenzy.

Suddenly, his orgasm washed over him. He let out a loud groan as his cum filled your pussy. You whimpered from the sensation down below, but you loved the way it felt. You were more than satisfied.

Kakashi pulled out of you, witnessing his cum leak out of your hole. He couldn’t help but feel good about himself at the sight.

You weren’t innocent, but nobody else had to know that.

[lavendertales]

Hello gorgeous!! Just wondering, would you ever write anything enemies to lovers with din djarin? Or even a one shot where she is his bounty and he’s been trying to catch her for ages and finally does but they end up having some good ole rough sex instead??

Well, my love, here you go! Felt like giving a little competition twist to this enemies to lovers😌

For the thrill || Din Djarin x bounty hunter!f!reader**

summary: Din doesn't mind a little competition. But what you bring out of him is entirely different than anything he’s ever known.

word count: 1.9k

WARNINGS: bickering, rough sex, some dirty talk, cum play kinda and... filth in general.

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

gif: @captainheroism 

Being a bounty hunter comes with risks and rewards alike. The danger is imminent, and unless you are well prepared for any possible scenario, the galaxy will eat you alive and spit you out less so.

Din knows that. He’s learned it from a barely ripe age, even way back when his family had been cruelly taken from him. As the years went by, he grew more cautious and prepared for any possible outcome of his missions.

Part of that preparation were other hunters. He was always perfectly aware of the fact that he wasn’t the sole one with a tracking beacon, searching for quarries to bring to justice and collect money from. He knew the competition was higher than ever, given that many planets were struggling still and money was of upmost importance. So he never took any of the other hunters’ actions personal. Everyone had to do what they had to do.

There was one hunter that he couldn’t overlook though.

Seems you were overly present in every mission. It was almost impossible to escape you, and Din loathed that. It took a lot for him to nest hatred inside his heart, and while he wouldn’t go as far as to say he hated you, he could definitely state that you were not among his favorite people in the galaxy. You were incredibly stubborn albeit your efficiency, cocky and greedy. Many were the times you swept quarries from right under his nose and many were the times you downright took them from him, managing to build a resentment inside of him that fueled his every action. After a while, Din wasn’t hunting strictly for the pay or even the thrill of it.

Din was hunting because so were you.

He learned to recognize the patterns in your movements and to anticipate your moves; it wasn’t always a success, as you still managed to dodge him and take him by surprise, but for the most part, Din knew an appearance from you was guaranteed whenever he successfully scored a bounty.

As is the case today.

“What took you so long?”

You’re teasing right from the start. Din sighs, approaching you steadily, hand on his blaster at the ready.

“I wondered if you’d show up,” Din teases right back.

“And miss a good show? Not a chance.”

You smirk as you lock in some information on your datapad, thus giving Din the opportunity to assess the situation better.

The quarry—another Mythrol—is unconscious on the ground, face down as you have your boot pressed on his back. There’s no sign of wounds but with you, one can never be sure. You are fonder of your blades than blasters, Din knows that by now, so you might’ve easily slipped the Mythrol the sharp steel already. You preferred handing in your quarries cold.

“You’re getting old,” you tell him. “You move slower.”

“I have my reasons.”

You cock an eyebrow and smirk at him, having your interest aroused.

“Aw, were you checking up on me? That’s so sweet.”

“Can it.”

This time you raise both your eyebrows all the way, showcasing a smile that has Din’s blood pressure rise at unknown levels.

“You love stealing quarries more than anything,” he tells you.

“Careful with your accusations, Mando. I may be a lot of things, but a thief ain’t one.”

“You’ve taken at least a dozen quarries from me alone, not to mention other hunters.”

“It’s not stealing if you arrive there first and take what you should. And it’s not my fault I move faster.”

You are the one who approaches instead, wiping your vibroblade on your pants.

“Bounty hunting isn’t exactly the most honorable job, Mando, so stop patronizing me. We all do the same things and are after the same things.”

He falls silent for a few moments, in an attempt to organize his thoughts. It seems futile though; one look at you and he’s filled with inexplicable rage, a bizarre urge to overpower you and see how far he can push you.

As he stands before you and listens to whatever feisty speech you are giving him about the highs and lows of your shared profession, Din has the chance to really think things through. He supposes that on some level, he does admire your confidence and your technique. You are one of the indisputably best hunters of the Guild and withholding that reputation is arguably hard, especially in a male-dominated field —and galaxy.

There’s something utterly beautiful about the way you carry yourself so proudly—your scars, your wins and losses alike, and just how gutsy and territorial you are about taking what is supposedly yours. There’s something Din finds fascinating about those things and that subsequently pleas him to an inevitable doom.

“—so I don’t know why you think you have the right to claim all these bounties, but I will tell you this, Mando—“

Din inches closer, his solitary figure towering over you and he manages to lull you with that simple action.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

Yet he provides no response. He cocks his head to the side as if to let you know he’s studying you closely. Having him up close and so personal feels like you’re about to have the forbidden fruit itself and the ecstasy that it awakens inside of you is debilitating.

“Mando—“you warn him with a husky tone, but he pays no mind to that.

“You talk a great deal.”

“And what do you wanna do about it?”

You’re taunting him, teasing and making him wait longer for the explosion and he can tell. Worst of it, he loves this little mousey game you’re playing so much it’s a wonder he’s resisted the urge to silence you so far.

“Turn around.”

Din’s voice leaves no room for argument and his hands are already gripping your hips harshly. You succumb, admittedly curious and excited, and he spins you around, face at the wall and lower half of your body arched against him.

Luckily, Din was right: the quarry is long dead and now abandoned as well as the two of you silently moved further into the dark alley. Even if there seems to be no other life form for miles, Din doesn’t take any chances with this. It’s already risqué and wild but dank farrik, he wants to seize this moment just as fucked up as it is, give in to temptation for once.

And what are you after all if not a temptress, a gorgeous little devil wiggling her tail right in his helmet?

He drags down your pants and underwear, having torn past the straps attached to your waist and thighs and fumbles with his own zipper. He has no clue when the hell did he get so hard or even how, but by the time he gets his cock out, he’s throbbing and aching like he has been waiting for ages. And maybe he has.

One glance at your exposed ass and air gets stuck in his trachea as he takes himself in hand, overly sensitive to his own touch. He holds back from grunting, unwilling to reveal to you how embarrassingly hard you made him in such a short amount of time.

“Would you quit playing and get it done already?”

Your tone is harsh and much too bold for someone in your position. But then again, Din is no better off; he’s practically leaking and he can barely hold himself together as he spreads you further apart to make room for his cock. But first he dips one finger in your cunt, the leathery material of his gloves making the entrance surprising to you, but nonetheless Din is just as shook to realize you’re feeling the same as he does.

“Can’t stand me, huh?” he asks.

“Pipe it down, tin can. It doesn’t mean anything.”

It doesn’t mean anything.

Alright then.

With one swift motion, Din pulls you by the waist to meet with his cock and the moment he starts pounding into you, your hands could nearly grab the bricks before you; you moan instantaneously and his hand goes to your mouth, covering it tightly.

“Keep it down,” he grunts in that velvety, modulated voice that sends shivers down his spine.

There’s nothing you can say. There is nothing that could’ve prepared you for how this mission would turn out anyway. You would’ve never thought that you’d have him, out of everyone you’ve ever met, fucking you needy and speedily in a semi-obscure alley.

Gods, his grunts are sinfully delicious, a lewd compliment to the slapping sound his balls make whenever he thrusts in you.

“This is—what you needed all along, isn’t it?” he asks and you swear you hear him smirk. “Just a good—good fucking.”

“G-Gods, shut up—“you mutter through his gloved fingers.

“Just someone to—fuck you hard and good, hm? Look how good you take me, shit—“

He knocks the air from your lungs with each maddening thrust and the violent motions build your orgasm so fast inside you, you’re nearly going blind.

For the most part, you’ve always argued and bickered with Din. It was the nature of your—well, whatever the hell it was. Acquaintanceship, shall we say. But neither one of you could deny the fact that there was a whole lot of fuel behind every harsh word and action, fuel coming from a passion that was kind of a blind spot for both of you.

Now, it’s become a clearer angle.

And speaking of angles, the way Din is almost manically pounding into you, paired with the grunts and moans is downright obscene and it has you both on fire. He feels you tense and clench around him, trapping his cock inside you; he moans aloud when he feels that, unable to maintain the self-control he took great pride in most of the time.

“You’re gonna cum, Mando? Hm?”

You’re smiling in a delirious frenzy but the thrusts don’t stop. Maker, Din isn’t sure he can ever stop. He would’ve never imagined sex could ever feel this good with someone who instills so many conflicting emotions inside of him. Revulsion, rage, curiosity… a sick interest.

Din pulls out so fast it’s like he doubts he was ever fucking you in the first place and jerks himself off, watching the way he shoots his load down your ass and thighs, marking you with the seed of his forbidden pleasure and desire.

You’re both spent and panting within the next few minutes and neither moves. Din can’t speak for you, but he realizes that as far as he’s concerned, he’s hesitant to face you now that this is over. As if seeing your face would be a constant reminder of his depravity.

There are worst things out there for him than a woman he has complex feelings for though.

He starts cleaning you up with his cape and gets dressed just as you do. No eye contact is being made as opposed to a while ago when it seems you and Din were having a stare down contest.

“See you on the next mission,” you purr, a light smile on your face. “I might just get there first again.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

You smile and walk away, leaving Din alone with his compromising thoughts and feelings.

Game on.

[sableseb]

all i want is bucky with a nasty daddy kink and good god you write good smut

Thank you so much!🥺 Smut does hold a special place in my heart and to have someone say they think my smut is good, means everything. Daddy kink also holds a special place in my heart😉 Headcanon below💞

warnings: smut, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight vibranium arm kink, slight degradation, slight cum play, slight praise, spanking, fingering, biting

tags: @fuckandfluff @sparksforkoo @meetmeatyourworst @greeneyedblondie44 @thewritingdoll @bucky-soldat @bemine-bucky @harrysthiccthighss @stucky-my-ship

• Bucky has you exactly where he wants you. Face down, ass up. He holds this position close to his heart. You’re so easy to dominate this way, body so palpable as you bare your glistening cunt to him.

• He hasn’t touched you yet, he’s taking in the way your back arches, the way your hands grip the sheets tightly, how he can hear your soft pants of anticipation. He takes notice of the slight shine on your thighs from your arousal.

• “Please, Bucky, please.” You cry out to him, desperate to get his fingers, his tongue, his deliciously thick cock, anything to stop the ache that’s thrumming in your core.

• Bucky loves to hear you beg. It does something to him, the way your voice cracks a little. He just knows your big doe eyes are glassy from desperation. Tears are probably forming and creating a puddle on the cotton sheet right now.

• But, as much as he loves to hear you whine and see you writhe, you broke a very big rule. He takes his vibranium appendage and raises it in the air before landing a harsh smack to your supple ass.

• You jolt from the impact. Searing pain over takes your skin as you let out a yelp. You grit your teeth as Bucky takes your flesh in his hand, kneading the spot that’s starting to inflame.

• “Oh, princess. You know that’s not my name.” He taunts, making sure to land a few more slaps with that damn robotic arm. It hurts, a lot, but the pain shoots straight to your drenched pussy. You can’t see him, but you’re picturing how the black and gold vibranium fingers are squeezing your abused skin, how the arm reflects in the light emitting from the moon...God, you need something in you now.

• “Daddy!” You squeal as another loud smack is heard throughout the bedroom. “I’m sorry daddy, please, please fuck me.” 

• Bucky takes the digits of his prosthetic and runs them through your wet folds, gently toying with your clit. You push down against his fingers trying to find some friction. You need more of the firm, cool touch.

• “C’mon, baby. You’re gonna have to beg for it better than that.”

• He suddenly shoves a finger inside you. You let out a gasp as he slowly moves it in and out at a leisurely pace. A single finger isn’t a big enough stretch and his pace isn’t fast enough to make you cum. Bucky’s just working you up, teasing until you give into him fully. It never takes much to fall into his twisted game of pleasure.

• “I need your cock daddy, please. Want you to fill me up, want you to fuck me hard. I need it. Please, daddy, please,” you cry. And shit if it’s not the most beautiful thing he’s heard. His little doll, his perfect little doll. Always so needy for him. His dick stands at full attention, a redness takes over his swollen member and precum is starting to leak from the tip.

• Without another thought, Bucky’s shoving himself inside you. As your tight, wet walls envelope him, he can’t hold back. He adores making love to you, whispering sweet nothings as that pretty pout of yours hangs open in a silent cry. But right now, he’s going to fuck you. Fuck you like the good little whore he knows you can be.

• He grabs a hold of your waist, fingers digging into your flesh, and starts to pound into mercilessly. It’s exactly what you’ve been craving for the past hour of his torturous foreplay. His hips snap against your backside with a roughness that sends you almost up to the headboard if it wasn’t for his firm grasp.

• Bucky’s practically fucking you against himself, guiding your hips with his thrusts, making sure you can feel him deep inside you. He’s stretching you out, the way his cock drags along your walls at a fast pace has your eyes rolling back and drool starting to form in the corner of your mouth.

• He’s watching intently as your pussy swallows him, your lips stretching around his girth each time he pulls back before plunging back in. You grip him tight, like you never want him to leave your body. Your constant throbbing goes straight to his balls causing heat to creep along his spine.

• A particularly pointed thrust has you choking back a sob and you turn slightly as your hand immediately flies out behind you to press on Bucky’s firm stomach. “Daddy, it hurts. I can’t,” you pant out. 

• He roughly grabs the hand that’s pushing him away and the other that’s propping yourself up and puts them behind your back, causing you to fall face first into the mattress once more.

• He leans over you, still fully inside your tender pussy and seethes into your ear, “You wanted this, princess. Now, you’re gonna take all of daddy’s cock. You got that? Or am I gonna have to dumb it down for you?”

• “I got it.”

• Bucky grabs you by the neck, trapping your aching arms between both your bodies as he hauls you up. “I got it, what?”

• “I got it, daddy!”

• “That’s right, baby. Give it to me.” He grabs your elbows, giving him just the right amount of leverage to continuously fuck in and out of you while you’re both on you knees.

• Your head falls against his shoulder as he’s taking you apart piece by delicious piece. Your throat is bared to him and he takes the opportunity to bite into your neck causing you let let out a pleasured gasp.

• “My pretty slut likes it rough doesn’t she?”

• He doesn’t give you time to whimper out a “yes daddy” because he goes straight back to your throat, continuously biting into you. He can feel your walls pulse around him every time he sinks his teeth into your neck. He knows you’re close. You always are when he manhandles you.

• His hands release your arms only for the vibranium to wrap tightly in your hair and the flesh to seek out your throbbing clit. You see stars as he begins to swirl those dexterous fingers against your sensitive nerves. The coil is getting ready to snap.

• “Cum on my dick, let me feel how good I fuck you, princess.”

• Your body suddenly pulls taut against his, the pleasure is almost too much. You try to move away from the onslaught of his fingers and cock, but he’s not letting you run away. He’s making you take it all.

• With a few more flicks and feral thrusts, you seize up around him. Bucky stills inside you as his fingers help you ride out your intense high. He can barely move with how tightly you’re gripping him.

• He pushes you back down as he starts to chase his own. You lay under him almost lifeless as he holds your hips up. His balls are slapping your clit making you jerk each time, which causes Bucky to feel you clench again and again until he’s shooting cum into your warm heat.

• He falls on top of you. You milked him for all he’s worth. Sex with you is always fulfilling no matter the mood, the positions, who tops. He needs every part of you.

• You feel his ragged breathes against your face and the labored rise and fall of his chest against your back. You’re completely and utterly sated.

• Bucky pulls out of you and watches the way his cum slowly seeps through your folds. He can’t help but finger it back inside you, always wanting you to be filled with him.

• “Easy, Buck. M’sore,” you say, tiredness coating each syllable.

• You feel his soft lips kiss up your back and up to your cheek, peppering the side of your face in gentle pecks.

• “You did so good for me,” he whispers.

• God, this man. One minute he’s fucking into you hard and deep, the next he’s showering you in praise and utter love. You don’t think you’ll ever get enough of James Barnes. He knows he’ll ever get enough of you.

[feralthoughtdump]

Lover, Be Good To Me

CW: This is just smut, strap on, Loki sucking a strap, pegging, slight d/s dynamics, swearing, a little bit of praise kink, use of ‘mistress’, use of ‘puppy’, sub! Loki, maybe soft dom! reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Despite the soft fur rug, Loki’s knees ache against the floor. He feels his clasped palms become sweaty, but none of that bothers him because he knows what’s about to happen.

“Such a pretty sight to see.” She purrs. “So obedient too.”

He shifts on his knees while her fingers trace the line of his back, her light tough feeling like a tickle. 

With his back straight and eager eyes, he can feel his cock harden at the praise. 

His mouth water as she steps out of her skirt, revealing the large strap on. 

Despite his royal standing and his power, she wields dominance over him. He worships her. Every curve and dip of her body. Every scar and mark on her skin. His power means nothing when she’s around. 

As he bites his lip, he watches her wrap the leash around her wrist and tug. 

“You know what to do.” 

Loki crawls towards her, willing to obey every beck and call she gives him. 

When he reaches her, he presses his cheek against her thigh, smiling against her warm skin. 

“Such a sweet little puppy.” She runs her hands through his hair, scratching his scalp with her nails. “Don’t you agree?”

The gentleness of her voice stirs the arousal inside of him. He loves it. The way she praises him, the way she cares for him. 

He looks up at her with doe eyes and nods.

“Yes, Mistress.” He says. 

Submitting to her was always a treat, regardless of how rough she can be. 

He whines when she tugs the leash a bit harder, the chain clinking against the metal tag on his collar. 

Despite her gentleness, she finds this all kind of amusing. The prince of Asgard, a trickster god, on his knees, giving himself to her, a mere mortal. All of his arrogance, his air of superiority, washed away to reveal his submissive nature. 

She traces his Cupid’s bow with her fingers and he pokes his tongue out to playfully lick them.

“You want my fingers darling?”

He nods his head, already heavy-lidded. 

“Ask nicely.”

He tilts his head up to meet her eyes.

“Please, Mistress. Can you put your fingers in my mouth?”

Her smile is gentle when she slips a finger past his lips.

His eyes shut as he swirls his tongue around her digit. 

A needy whine passes through his lips when she pulls her hand away but he quickly quiets down when he feels her pointer and middle finger press down on his tongue.

She hums.

“You like having something to suck on, sweetheart? Like having your mouth filled?”

He moans around her fingers, all needy and desperate.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

A pout crosses his face when he finds his mouth once again, empty.

“Oh, don’t cry, puppy.” She caresses his face with a cool hand. “I’ll give you something much better to suck on.”

He noses at the silicone cock and she chuckles.

“You know what to do. Open up.” She demands.

She shoves the strap past his lips and he obediently sucks on it, slicking it up with his saliva.

A groan passes her lips.

“Fuck, puppy, you really want it, don’t you?” 

He closes his eyes and obediently sucks on it, an occasional gag echoing through the room.

She pushes her hips forward, forcing the strap to the back of his throat

He pulls away with a gasp, spit dripping down his swollen lips.

She slaps the strap against his cheek.

“Come on, put it back in.” She orders.

He wraps his lips around it once more, bobbing his head, eyes screwing shut. It was toeing the line of being a bit too big for his mouth, but he doesn’t object.

“Eyes up here, Mistress wants to see that pretty face.”

He blinks his watery eyes open, tears starting to stream down his face.

She lets go of the leash to gently wipe his tears away. 

“Oh love,” She murmurs. “You’re such a pretty crier, you know that?”

Her hands still his head and she thrusts into his mouth. He chokes and grabs at her thighs but he quickly clasps them back in his lap at a loud “hands off.”

“Get it wet.” She barks. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She thrusts her hips against his face at a brutal pace, the sounds of gagging and choking filling the room.

“You look so pretty choking on my cock.” She murmurs, “so, so pretty.”

He hums in bliss and sucks harder, ignoring his struggle to breathe.

She pulls at his hair, pulling him off of the strap.

“Now,” she gives the leash a downward tug. “Bend over. Mistress wants to fuck your pretty ass.”

As he settles on his hands and knees, she pulls the leash forward.

“No, like this.” He yelps when his face is pressed against the cool marble. “Much better.”  

Loki bites his lip in anticipation when she traces her fingers down his back. 

A cry leaves his lips when she slowly presses a wet finger in his hole. 

“Hush.” She grabs his hip, nails digging into his skin. “You’re so tight, I have to open you up first.”

It hurts in the best way, the stretch increasing the ache within him. 

This goes on for what feels like forever. He realizes that she’s using this as an opportunity to tease him. Get him as desperate as possible. 

Loki hates to admit it, but it’s working. He could probably cum right this moment, but he’s aware of what will happen.

The bruises on his ass and thighs only recently just faded. He shivers at the memory. 

A second finger pushes inside of him and he gasps. 

He wails in both pain and pleasure when she scissors her fingers, opening him up.

“Oh, puppy,” she coos, “how are you supposed to take my cock if you can barely handle two of my fingers?”

“I can take it.” He whines. “I-“

His words are cut off with a sob when she lands a hard smack on his ass. 

“Did I ask you to speak?” She retorts. “You were so good earlier, but if you want to misbehave, I could just shove a toy in your ass and refuse to touch you. Would you like that, darling?”

He viciously shakes his head, the thought of losing her touch was painful. He’d rather get ruthlessly spanked.

“No! I’m sorry! I’ll be good, I promise!”

Her gentle voice returns. 

“‘Mmm. I know you can be a good boy. Just relax, I’ll take such good care of you.”

He tries not to clench around her fingers, but when she presses against his prostate, he can’t help it. 

“Come on, relax. It’ll feel a lot better.” 

He takes a deep breath and tries his best to release the tension in his body.

“Ooh, much better.” She hums. “Does that feel nice?”

He takes shallow breaths and nods. 

“Yes.” 

“Good. Very good.” 

He feels her fingers slip out of him, only to be replaced with something much larger nudging at his hole. 

Loki whimpers when she slowly pushes her strap in. Despite preparing him with her fingers, the stretch still hurt. He hisses and curls his fingers into fists. 

“Oh puppy,” she coos, rubbing his hip. “Does that hurt?”

He nods his head

“Yes, mistress.” 

“But does it feel good?”

He gasps when she pushes in deeper.

“So good.” He cries. “It feels so good.” 

“So cute.” She sneers. “Falling apart on my cock.” Her hand tightens on the leash to give her more leverage. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to sit on that golden throne of yours for days.” 

Her hips thrust forward, pushing the rest of her strap into him. 

Loki yelps and a tear slides down his cheek. 

“Fuck.” He whines. “Feels- feels so good.” 

“Mm. I bet I can make you feel better.” 

One of her hands slides around his thigh and a finger traces up the length of his cock. 

Loki throws his head back with a groan. The sensation of being stretched around her strap as well as her playfully teasing his cock overwhelms him. 

She pulls at the leash with a rough hand and his back is flushed to her chest. 

A hand grips his chin to turn his face to her and he’s met with her mouth pressing against his.

The angle at which she’s fucking him pushes the strap deeper, making him whine and sob into her mouth.

“Such a good boy.” She gasps. “Taking my cock so well.”

He’s borderline out of breath, the only sounds being gaspy breaths and whimpers.

“Are you a good boy?” She growls into his ear. When she doesn’t receive a response, she lands a loud slap on his ass. “Answer me!”

“Yes!” He sobs. “I’m a good boy! I’m your good boy.”

Her thrusts into him quicken and she squeezes her hand tighter around his cock.

“Then be a good boy and cum. Cum all over my hand.”

“I-” He pants, “I can cum?”

She wraps her arm around his hips and pulls him down on her cock, the tip pressing against his prostate. 

“Aww, even when you’re falling apart, you’re still so good for me.” She licks a stripe up his neck. “Of course you can cum.”

He squirms as she pumps her hand, slick with spit and precum, up and down his cock. The pressure building inside of him was becoming far too much as he tumbles over the edge, sobbing as hot spurts of cum cover her hand and his stomach. 

He rolls onto his back, careful not to get his cum on the floor. She holds herself up with her arms, panting and sweating from the physical exertion. 

After a minute, she removes the harness and crawls over to him. He whines, overly sensitive when she licks off the cum from his stomach. 

She gently cradles his face in her hands and shushes him.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” She coos. “I’m right here.” 

He relaxes into her touch and lets her rub her thumb across his tear-stained cheek.

“You were so good for me.” She murmurs. “You took me so well. Such a good boy.”

She frowns at the sight of his knees. Tenderly, she grazes her fingers over the bruises about to form.

“I think I’ll need to get you a cushion. Don’t want you hurting more than you have to.”

He tiredly whines and tugs her towards him. 

“It’s okay. I like it.”

His grip on her tightens when she tries to get up.

“Love, I need to get you some water.” She nuzzles into his neck. “You had a long night.”

“I don’t want you to go.” He whimpers. “Please don’t go.”

She sighs and cradles his head against her chest. 

“I won’t, I’ll stay with you.” 

Her gentle hands card through his hair, slowing his rapidly beating heart. As his breath slows, she calmly unbuckles the collar around his neck and tosses it aside. 

“I’ll just clean you up in the morning.” She murmurs, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. “Get some rest, darling.” 

She doesn’t sleep until he relaxes into her body, warm breath tickling her skin. Her fingers card through his sweaty hair, the locks feeling soft in her hands. Slowly, she lets her eyes close, sleep overtaking her tired body.

[mypoisonedvine]

claimed || alpha!Andy Barber x reader

summary: an interrogation with an alpha is no place to have an unexpected heat.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: smut (dub con; the reader goes into heat and can’t think clearly enough to say no), a/b/o dynamics, loss of virginity, mentions of misogyny/discrimination against omegas, vague noncon and violence references, kinda housewife kink, possessiveness, breeding kink, praise, overstimulation, knotting, slight bondage (reader is handcuffed), slight pain kink, implied/subtle age gap, pregnancy mention at the end, kinda soft!dark andy but he's really not that dark

"This would be a lot easier for both of us if you started telling the truth."

You chewed your lip, looking away from the man across from you; it was impossible to keep eye contact when his gaze bore into you like that, when he gave you that stern, dominating look.

Andy Barber was so obviously an alpha, he was one of those types that just reeked of it. Figuratively— with the way he towered over you, his masculine body and strong features— but also literally considering his scent was filling the room now: pine, cinnamon, sage, and something a little bit sweet that made your mouth water.

It made sense for an alpha like him to have a high-powered, high-pressure career like this; he probably got a real kick out of squeezing information out of scared betas who couldn’t stand up to him.

And that was the role you were going to play now, because he was wrong: it would not be easier if you told the truth. If he knew what you really were, you’d be doomed.

You’d been hiding successfully as a beta for a long time by now, and you weren’t about to give it up now, even if it would likely have the charges against you dismissed. Omegas lived sheltered, oppressed lives; sought constantly by alphas, they had their pick of the finest since omegas were so rare, but until mated they were extremely vulnerable— and afterwards they were usually made to be subservient housewives, constantly bearing children as a consequence of their extreme fertility.

Maybe some omegas were okay with that, plenty probably loved that lifestyle since it was sort of the instinctual habit of an omega by nature, but not you. Never you. You wanted a life, a real life, your own life as more than an alpha’s mate. Thankfully you’d found the right mix of suppressants and perfumes to hide your scent, the right work schedule so you could always be home for your rare heats, and voila: to the rest of the world, you were a beta.

Being a beta meant being unnoticed, unacknowledged, never pursued and never courted. And that was exactly how you wanted it.

If Andy Barber knew that the man you’d stabbed was an alpha trying to force himself on you, there was a chance he would understand that it was self-defense and let you go. Then again, a lot of alphas seemed to think that being forced to mate was just par for the course for an omega; surely Andy wouldn’t be one of those types, as a man of the law, right?

“I can’t,” you finally answered.

“Whatever it is, you can tell me,” he assured, some of his anger shifting to a soothing tone. It really did calm you down; he must have been using his ‘alpha voice’ on you, and the fact that it worked should’ve been a red flag but you didn’t notice. “Let’s start from the beginning. You said you were at home but no one has confirmed your alibi. You said you didn’t know the victim but you obviously reacted when I showed you his picture. And, you said you weren’t there at the time of the murder but we found your DNA on the body.”

A little smile pulled at the corner of your lips, exactly not the reaction Andy had been expecting. “You’re lying,” you whispered.

He tensed up as you called his bluff. The DNA found at the scene was in the process of being analysed, sure, but it would be weeks until the results came back. “How can you be so sure?” he pressed.

“Because I.  Wasn’t. There,” you hissed, glaring back at him; he shook his head solemnly..

“No, that’s not it. I can tell when you’re lying, too, you know,” he warned.  “Tell me how you know I don’t have your DNA at the scene?”

“Because… because…” you breathed, blinking a few times as the room started to get warmer. Your head was spinning, your thighs clenched together— and when Andy reached out to rest his hand on yours and ask if you were alright, his touch sent it all into overdrive.

No, no, it wasn't your time yet. It shouldn't have come for a few more days, and you’d arranged to be bailed out tomorrow so you’d go into your cycle safely at home and not in jail. But now it was beginning and you had no way to stop it. Had the smell of an alpha really been enough to start your heat early?

Andy watched you start to pant and sweat with a furrowed brow, unsure what he was witnessing because he’d never had the opportunity to see it before. His ex-wife had been a beta, he'd never even met an omega before— they were quite rare after all.

But what he lacked in experience, he made up for in instinct; his body told him everything he needed to know about what he was seeing. “Omega,” he growled lowly, watching your whole body erupt into shivers at the timbre of his voice.

As far as alphas go, Andy was relatively level-headed, not as preoccupied with instinctual desires to dominate, to claim, to impregnate. A lot of alphas viewed mating with a beta as settling, although it was the much more likely outcome, statistically speaking. Andy, though, never really saw it that way, even knowing how much harder it would be to have a child with a beta. Their fertility was significantly weaker, both the males and the females, and Jacob was the product of years of trying; in all their marriage him and Laurie had never used any contraceptives and she only got pregnant the once.

But an omega? Especially a young one like you? He could knock you up right now, if he wanted. That power was intoxicating. It was exactly what he never knew he needed so badly.

“I don’t need the results of your DNA to know what you are,” he explained firmly. “I can’t believe I didn’t know before— you must have tried really hard to keep it a secret, little one. You must be so afraid of who you are… and who I am, for that matter.  It must scare you to imagine what I could do to you.”

You whimpered, the noise tugging his heart in conflicting directions; to comfort you, or to make you do it again.

“I’m not going to hurt you, if that’s what you think,” he assured. “Not if I can help it…”

Honestly, he wasn’t so sure he would be able to help it; he felt his own sanity slipping as he watched you writhe and cry, instinct overtaking logic in the both of you.

"Alpha, please," you shuddered, the title making his cock harden instantly, uncomfortably filling the trousers of his suit.

"You smell so good," he purred, taking his jacket off as he stood up to cool off a bit. "I can smell your heat, Omega. I bet everyone in the building can—” he glanced to the locked door— “but I'm the only one here."

"Need you," you whined, tugging on the handcuffs that kept you bound to the table.

"Stand up, bend over," he commanded, and he'd barely finished speaking when you'd already done it, bent at the hips with your forearms resting on the table as you waited for him. "Good girl."

He rolled up his sleeves and took his place behind you, caging his body in with yours, nuzzling into your neck to get a deep breath of your scent.

"Fuck, so sweet," he groaned. "Waited so long for this. To feel an Omega on my cock. Never thought it would really happen. Has an Alpha ever taken you before?"

"No, I never… no."

"Not just unclaimed but a virgin. Christ, am I dreaming?"

But he was too far gone to take any more time to appreciate his luck— he needed you now, and he was taking you all for himself.

If he wasn't so overcome with need he wouldn't have thought to tear your clothes off, but now he didn't even think to question the idea, shedding you of your clothes like they were made of paper until you were completely exposed to him, your wet core vulnerable while another wave of your sweet scent filled the room.

"Look at all this," he grinned, kneeling down to lap at your folds and taste your slick. Your eyes rolled back in your head, your channel craving to be filled. "All for me, Omega?"

"Yours, it's all yours…"

"Doesn't it feel good to be claimed, little one? To be owned?"

"S-so good," you agreed. "Want your knot, Alpha. Want your mark."

A growl echoed in his chest when you said that, and he craved nothing more than to bite your neck and bond you to him for life.

But, it would be better if he saved that for a little later.

He stood up again and gave your ass a quick slap— nothing too rough, just enough to make you yelp all cute and whiny— before grabbing your hips to pull them back into his. You gasped and pushed back onto him, shamelessly rubbing yourself against the thick outline of his cock.

"Gonna make a mess on me with all that slick, Omega," he growled, but it was by no means discouragement.

"Want it in me, please," you sobbed. Unable to resist your begging anymore, he hastily opened his belt and fly, sighing with relief when he wrapped his hand around his cock and pulled it out. Your whole body visibly quaked when he swiped the swollen head through your folds, coating himself in your plentiful arousal.

Without any further warning, he pushed his cock in with a loud moan, a cry tearing from your throat as he tore into your body. "Shh," he soothed as his fingers rubbed your spine, "that's my girl, that's my pretty Omega."

But pain wasn't really your issue; it hurt, yes, but what made you cry was that you were already on the edge, about to come from hardly anything. When he thrusted once, you lost it and your legs quivered as a new wave of slick started to dribble down them.

"Are you coming?" he asked darkly.

You could only nod, biting your lip to try to keep from moaning too loudly.

"Oh my god…" he groaned, amazed at how sensitive you were. Clearly he wasn't the only one realizing how powerful and incredible it could be when an alpha and omega mated.

He started to really pound into you then, each brutal thrust knocking you forward.

"Feels good when you come for me, Omega. Do it again."

You couldn't help yourself; his voice had complete control over your body, his words a command you were helpless to resist. With a broken whimper you came again, walls squeezing his cock in a weak and stuttered rhythm.

"It's better than they say it is. Even better than I imagined. So fucking good," he sighed. It felt so right, that was the thing. It felt like your body was made to be claimed and owned by him.

"Want your knot," you whined, "please, Alpha—"

"If I give you my knot, you're mine. My Omega. You will never allow another Alpha to touch you. You will not speak to another Alpha, look at another Alpha, even Betas are off-limits. When I bite you, you'll be bonded to me and become my wife, you'll never disobey me or leave me. When I knot you, you'll give me a child. Is all of that perfectly clear?"

It was everything you'd wanted to avoid just an hour ago. Now it was your greatest dream come true. "Yes, Alpha. Yours, Alpha."

"Want to be bred, Omega? Bred by your Alpha?"

"Please!" you sobbed.

"Then keep coming and I'll let you have it soon," he promised. "I'll give you all my come like you need so badly."

You whimpered as your walls seemed to try to suck him in deeper, gripping him so tight that it made his head spin. Orgasm after orgasm washed over you, too many and too numb to count, each part of you slowly stripped away and replaced with pure, all-consuming pleasure.

The base of his cock began to swell and you mewled proudly— that is, until, it just kept growing and you couldn't imagine taking anymore.

"P-pull it out," you begged instead.

"I told you that you would take my knot, was I not clear?"

But you hadn't realized how big it would get, how far it would stretch you— and it was still going. "It hurts, Alpha, please!"

"You'll get used to it, gonna keep it in you all night and give it to you every day so you'll have plenty of practice. Take my fucking knot while I come inside you and breed your cunt."

When his knot finally grew to its full potential, streams of hot come began to fill you, deeper than you had ever imagined possible. It was overwhelming, apparently unending, and one final orgasm rocked your body as you milked his cock for all it was worth.

He wrapped his arms around your body, holding you close and soothing you as you shivered and cried, his kisses trailing up your shoulder to your neck where, finally, he sunk his teeth into your skin and left his mark on you.

Your walls quivered around him at the feeling of being claimed, mated for life. In that moment you didn't notice or care that it was to a man you barely knew; he was your Alpha now, that was all that mattered.

He kissed and licked over the sensitive bitemark, whispering praises your ringing ears couldn't quite process yet.

At least you were getting bailed out a day early.

//

Andy kept his promise about exactly how owned you would be. For the first few months you didn't even leave the house, he was too busy filling you with his cock every day. Although he was happy to claim you anywhere he happened to find you— the shower where he hopped in randomly, the kitchen where he bent you over the counter, the living room where he pinned you onto the couch— his favorite place was the bed. It was rougher and more animalistic in the other places, but in bed he was possessive in an entirely different way.

"My wife, my sweet little wife," he whispered in your ear as he slowly thrust all the way into you, making your back arch until your chest pushed against his. "My Omega. All mine."

"Yours," you agreed.

The protectiveness increased tenfold when your scent changed during pregnancy, even more when you started showing; he was obsessed with the way you looked full of his baby.

As for you, omega life was better than you'd expected. At times you felt smothered by him, but simultaneously you felt worshipped and loved like you never thought you could deserve. He certainly spoiled you, though he expected your unwavering loyalty in return.

That part was easy, though. Love, not fear, kept you in check when other alphas had a wandering eye. They knew you were mated, the bitemark scar (which Andy never, ever let you cover) and ring (which Andy never, ever let you take off) were sign enough along with the change in your scent to them. Occasionally one would shoot his shot and get unilaterally rejected by you before getting his ass kicked by your husband. If only they knew what you'd done to the last alpha that tried to creep on you; how you met Andy in the first place.

In the end, maybe it wasn't so bad to fall into your instincts, your natural role in society. Andy sure made it pretty enjoyable with the way he brought you to the height of pleasure over and over every night. "Mine," he promised you in deep whispers, "from the moment I saw you."

[softyoongiionly]

Power Trip

You and Jungkook make a bet to see who can last the longest in bed. 

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Genre: established relationship, smut, fluff

Warnings: explicit smut, oral (f receiving), spit, swearing, fingering, Jungkook

A/N: If I ever tell you I don’t have a bias wrecker, call me a liar. Also this one is for @bulletproofbirdy​, I hope Jungkook can lift your spirits. I love you so much! also, this unedited cause im the worst :D This can be read in the same universe as my fic Press Start btw! 

He smirks, “You really wanna go there?”

You shrug, “I’m just saying- I know I can last longer than you can, that’s all.”

At this, his brows raise as a short and unimpressed laugh leaves his lips, “What led you to that conclusion?”

From the opposite end of the couch, you feel him staring at you. His competitive nature is simple minded and easily baited into situations where it’s able to prove itself; Jungkook simply cannot resist a challenge.

“I mean-” You bite your lip, “You are usually begging me to cum at some point...”

His smirk only broadens, “Oh? And you think I do that for my benefit?”

Oh.  

Staring into his eyes, the two of you regard one another for a moment, sexual tension floating aimlessly in the air above you.  

“I want you to consider the fact that you’re looking your fiancé in the eye and, telling her that you’re faking something in bed...”

Jungkook finally laughs at that, his head falling back on his shoulders momentarily, “Whoa whoa whoa- I never said I was faking it, I just said I wasn’t doing it for my benefit. I beg you to cum because, I know you like it- not because I can’t control myself.”

“Oh so it isn’t that you’re faking it- it's just not as good as you make it out to be...” You clarify, voice loaded with sarcasm, “That’s so much better.”

Jungkook clicks the tip of his tongue against his teeth, “You know that isn’t what I'm saying...”

You cross your arms, trying your best not to notice how good your fiancé looks lit up by candlelight, “No actually, I don’t know that.”

He knows he needs to choose his next words carefully because, this conversation can go one of two ways. One, the two of you spend an undetermined amount of time tangled up in one another and two, he ends up in the doghouse.

“Well you should-” He insists, “Because I don’t lie. I’ve told you that you’re the best I’ve ever had and, I meant that. All I’m saying is that I can make you cum first- and that has nothing to do with how good you are. It's just how bad I want to make you cum...”

You feel your lips twitch, “Even if that very convenient explanation were true- it doesn’t change the fact that I can last longer than you...”

Jungkook chuckles finally and the sound of it sends a shiver up your spine. He jerks his chin towards you, “You wanna bet?”

Your teeth find your bottom lip as you feel your heartbeat increase slightly, “What are your terms?”

He shrugs but his palms are already itching with the desire to touch you, “Who ever cums first loses...”

Snorting, you roll your eyes, nudging your foot against his leg, “Yeah I got that part but, how are we going to do this?

Again he shrugs but this time the smirk creeps back onto his mouth, “Oh well- if you’re asking that, this really isn’t going to be a fair fight...”

He’s such a little shit.  

Your lips part with shock whilst your eyes blink owlishly at him before you decide that you’ve had enough of his attitude.  Flipping the covers over your head, you work your way across the couch until you’re positioned between Jungkook’s legs. He snickers when you maneuver the covers over your head, doing his best to assist you until you’re finally free from the endless swath of blankets.  

“H-” Jungkook opens his mouth to make another comment but, your lips stop him from doing so.  

You’re irritated with his goading but, you know that you can’t just start roughly making out with him in order to turn him on; you have to take things slowly.

Situated atop the seam of his grey sweatpants, you press your hips down carefully whilst you kiss him. He’s lost in your mouth the moment he feels it, his fingers coming up to brush over the apples of your cheeks. They encase your face moments later and, you make a conscious effort to ignore how good this is. He tastes like the sweet mint mouthwash he uses but, the rest of him smells like amber and vanilla.  

Outdoing Jungkook is so much easier said than done.

But what you don’t know is that he isn’t fairing much better.  

The softness of your lips and the tiniest instabilities in your breath are going straight to his dick. His hands find themselves sliding at a snail-like pace up the backs of your thighs and, god he can’t help himself as he grips at the flesh there. He always says he would die happily in between your thighs and even though you laugh, he’s dead serious. They are so perfect.

Deep in the trenches of his muscular chest, he groans when you grind against him. His breath coming out much shakier through his nose before he finally pulls away,

“Bedroom?”

You hum, pecking his at his mouth again, “What about it?”

Jungkook smacks your ass suddenly and just as you yelp, he’s recapturing your lips all over again. Only this time, he starts leaning you backwards towards the couch and it’s many blankets.  

“Do you want it here?” He breathes, “There isn’t a lot of room...”

He’s right.  

The couch is good for cuddling and making out but, actual sex is usually out of the question- especially when it’s so cold in your house.

Moments later, Jungkook is throwing the massive pile of blankets onto your bed and, just as he’s about to climb up there, you stop him by cupping his face in your hands. Your grip is gentle and your lips follow suit, plucking against his minty mouth. In the midst of kissing him, you reach behind his head, feeling around for the scrunchie holding up his mane of hair. Once you locate it, you carefully pull back until his pretty face is curtained with ebony tendrils.  

He doesn’t question your decision. In fact, there isn’t much Jungkook would question right now. His attention is on you and, your deadly assault on his composure. When he feels your fingers tuck into his hair, he realizes he’s beginning to forget the reason why he needs his composure in the first place.

“You’re so handsome,” You whisper, “like a prince...”

Jungkook feels his heart flutter at your comment whilst his hands reach out to grip your hips, pulling your body flush against him. His palms travel up your back, cursing the thick fabric of your hoodie for being in the way. He knows it’s practical but, he doesn’t care. He wants to touch you.  

“I’m cold-” You pout into his mouth, “Can we get in bed?”

He returns your pout and nudges your nose before reluctantly removing his hands from your back, “Yeah...let’s go.”

Jungkook unturns the winter duvet you have on your bed and, lays the pillows down flat, gesturing to the empty space which then causes you to shoot him an apprehensive look,  

“It’s going to be so cold.” You whine and the sound if it forces Jungkook’s lips into a fond smile- completely against his will.  

“I’ll get in first-” He assures you and just before he flops onto the sheets, he yanks his hoodie and t-shirt over his head. The presence of his body alone is a defeat to all other men you’ve been with. The tan skin, the tattoos, the softness of him reminding you that he is a walking example of duality...

It’s a lot.  

But you have to stay focused and, when he settles onto the mattress and pats the empty space beside him, you waste no time in returning to your earlier mission.  

“C’mere...” He mumbles once you’re beside him, his voice deep with arousal.

The two of you resume your kiss and, this time there is a bit more urgency in the way he moves against you. He nudges your nose as he introduces his tongue into your mouth. Pulling away slightly, he continues moving his tongue along the length of yours until the two of you are properly French kissing one another.  

It’s sloppier than his usual style but, you aren’t complaining; he tastes amazing. And the way he’s licking into your mouth reminds you of what his mouth feels like when it’s elsewhere-

“I used to see people in porn kiss like this-” He whispers, “I never understood the appeal of sucking on someone’s tongue until I met you...” With his admission, he does just that, taking the tip of your muscle between his lips.

Mouth open around the entirety of his, you grip his biceps as he continues to suck on your tongue. If it were anyone else, this would feel awkward and sloppy but with Jungkook, it’s so unbelievably hot. He’s working his way over you until his tattooed arms are settled on either side of your head. Rolling his body downward, he presses his hardening dick right against the seam of your leggings. He pulls off of your tongue then and resumes kissing you normally, his lips are wetter and there’s so much spit involved in this kiss but, you couldn’t care less.  

You wanted all of him.  

Jungkook uses the strength and control he has over his body to grind against your aching core with precision, the curve of his dick sliding sinfully onto your neglected clit. Even as the pleasure begins to drown out the logical side of your brain, you desperately try to remind yourself that you are still in the middle of a bet.  

“You feel so good-” You make sure to play up the whimper that leaves your lips whilst your nails begin at his wrists and slowly drag up the bulging muscles on his arms.

His dick twitches in his sweatpants and, you take that as an opportunity to wrap your legs around his hips. The strength of his arms gives out then as he opts to rest on his elbows instead. He’s still kissing you but now the two of you are grinding against one another as if you were fucking.  

“Yeah?” He smirks against your mouth, “Good enough to cum on me?”

His attitude returns causing you to dig your nails into arms. You pull away from his mouth and shoot him a look of determination, “In your dreams...”

He snickers, sounding rather cute for a man who is literally throbbing between your legs. He licks his lips as he stares down at you for a moment, cocking his head to the side, “My dreams...” He clarifies before kissing his teeth, “I guess you’re right ah? If this were a dream of mine, you would have already came all over my tongue...”

His words make you bite your lip, your hips involuntarily curving up towards his. He snickers again, leaning away when you try to reconnect your lips, “You always tell me to go for my dreams though, don’t you baby?”

At the moment, Jungkook’s voice would be unrecognizable to anyone else but, you. It’s so deep and raspy and, only thickens as he gets more and more turned on.  

“I will cum on your tongue,” You murmur suddenly, pecking his lips, “after you cum inside of me.”

This time, it’s Jungkook who retaliates with movement, his hips rolling down at a sinful depth, causing your clit to throb with anticipation.  

He lets out a breathe from between his lips whilst he shakes his head, his dark eyes flitting down to where you’re connected before returning to your face.

“It’s so much better when I cum in you after I’ve eaten you out though-” He insists with a pout that would look innocent if this were any other scenario, “If you hold it after what I’m about to do to you, then I’ll let you have a turn with me- sound good?”

He’s so fucking cocky sometimes, it makes you want to scream. However, this wouldn’t be much of a bet if the two of you just had sex; you know that you’d have to let him touch you properly at some point, even if it would be devastating to your odds of winning.  

“You’re going to cheat- I can literally feel it in my bones...”

Jungkook chuckles and slowly begins his descent down towards the ache between your legs. When he gets to your stomach, he carefully peels up your hoodie to expose the band of your leggings. He kisses along the skin there with gentle and unhurried movements, licking once just below your belly button and smirking as he hears the giggle that tumbles from your lips. Sitting up slightly, you watch as he hooks his fingers underneath the black fabric and peels it back until he’s working it down your legs. Jungkook knows that you don’t wear underwear with these pants, especially not around the house- but it doesn’t stop him from biting his lip at the sight of your bare pussy anyway.  

Jungkook gently pries your legs apart and, you find yourself biting your lip when the cold air from the bedroom weaves its way onto your swollen, wet folds. You already want to tell him to stop- not because you don’t want it but, because you are severely doubting your ability to last.  

That doubt only increases when Jungkook settles onto his stomach and positions his mouth at the apex of your right knee, “You really do have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen...” He says this as he starts sponging his lips up your inner thigh, his eyes looking straight up at you, “Did you know that?”

With your breath increasing, you do your best to remain calm as he nears your lips but, it’s so hard when he’s intentionally saying all the things you want to hear.

But two can play at that game...

“You think so? I try to keep it all pretty for you...” The tone of your voice takes him off guard a little bit but, he isn’t complaining.  

He secretly relishes in the moments that you’re soft towards him; so much of your relationship is banter and, constantly trying to get on eachothers nerves.  

Jungkooks starts at the other knee then, kissing his way back down towards your center, “You don’t ever-” He bites down and then pulls back, “ever, have to try to be pretty jagi. You just are.”

The sensation of his teeth causes you to jump, your movements coaxing a chuckle from Jungkook’s throat.

He kisses his teeth, “Easy.” He teases with a smirk, his mouth finally hovering of your pussy.  

“Sorry-” You murmur coyly, licking your lips, “I just want your mouth so bad.”

Jungkook is about to lick up the length of you but, he stops at your confession and kisses the top of your pussy instead, “You do huh?”

It’s not really like you to plead for him as usually things are quite playful in the bedroom and, as you mentioned earlier: it’s usually him who’s begging.  

Nodding, you reach down for his fingers, lacing them with your own as you dial up the sweetness in your tone to 100%, “Please? Can I have it? I’m so wet for you Jungkook- it hurts...”

The moisture leaves his mouth when you say his name. He’s never heard you quite like this before and, it’s driving him crazy.  

He wants to give you everything.

“Whatever you want baby- I'm right here...” He mumbles against your skin, kissing the top of your cunt once more before shooting a somewhat intense glance your way, “...and I’ll make sure you give me what I want in return.”

With that, he licks up the length of you, collecting all of your arousal in middle of his tongue before drinking you in as best as he can. The feeling of his mouth finally meeting your cunt is enough to make your hips jerk from the bed. He takes that as a sign to wrap his inked arms around your body to hold you in place as he gets to work on you.  

He uses the tip of his tongue to gather as much of your wetness as possible, groaning ever so softly when the taste of you graces his tastebuds. His hands are resting on your stomach but, he uses his thumbs to pull your pussy taut so he has better access. Your clit is amply exposed now allowing him to tease his languid muscle against it, the sensations making you dizzy.  

You can feel your nipples hardening to the point of discomfort when he suckles the sensitive bud into his mouth. He only does it for a second before settling for laving his tongue up and down your clit. Breathing heavily, you tug up your hoodie to expose the rest of your upper half, your hands going straight for your neglected nipples.  

“Fuck-”  

You hear him curse and look down just in time to see that although his mouth is busy working on your pussy, his eyes are locked onto you.  

And you take advantage of that, pinching your nipples you say, “Your tongue feels so good, no-” You let your breath catch on the end of the sentence, “nobody does it like you Jungkook...”

His eyes squeeze shut for a moment and, he looks like he’s like he’s in pain. But suddenly, he moves hands from your stomach and, grips the outside of your thighs- pulling your legs apart and pushing them up. With your knees up in the air and your pussy spread completely open, Jungkook quickens the pace of his tongue on your clit. Licking over it with a consistent pace that your fiancé knows all too well, you feel the pit of your stomach begin to grow in preparation for your orgasm.  

You need to act fast...

Letting out the tiniest whimper, you reach down towards his hand again and grip onto one of his fingers, “Can I have your fingers please? I need you to fuck me so bad baby- please? I’m so close...”

Jungkook’s eyes are blackened with pure lust, his lips still kissing and licking at your clit as he moves his hand, somewhat hesitantly towards your dripping cunt. He looks so torn but, you can’t completely figure out why, but you have a feeling.  

He licks your clit once more as he lines his index finger up at your entrance. You can see how wet his mouth has become when he pulls away slightly to watch his digit disappear inside of you. Immediately, your pussy clenches around his finger, sucking it in with desperation. Jungkook groans as his eyes squeeze shut again but, he manages to return his lips to your clit, resuming his earlier motions.  

The pleasure from by his dual movements is causing your entire body to ache with need. You don’t think you can hold back your orgasm much longer, not with his finger quickening it’s pace inside you. Surrender is on the horizon; if you aren’t going to win this bet- you may as well just enjoy yourself.  

“Can you fuck me faster Jungkook?” You moan, licking your lips and rubbing your fingertips over your nipples, “You’re making me feel so good...you’re so strong.”

And faster he goes but, he only maintains the pace long enough for you to whimper one more time before he suddenly pulls away. The loss of contact shocks and disappoints and, you’re about to protest until you notice what’s going on.  

Jungkook is sat back on his knees, lips wet with your arousal, nipple hardened with his own and, grey sweatpants stained with precum. He’s taking a deep breath through his nose, his hair hanging in his face whilst he looks down towards his dick.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” You murmur, sitting up.  

The promise of an orgasm is slowly fading but, the concern flooding your mind distracts you easily.  

He shakes his head, “No no- I'm good. I just uh-”  

Jungkook’s hand moves quickly, cupping over his dick and prompting another deep but shaky breath from his chest.  

And then it clicks...

“Wait-” A grin spreads across your lips, “Were you about to cum?”

“No.”  

But he won’t look up at you, his cheeks dusted a rosy pink as he presses his hand down even harder.  

“Jungkook-” You get up on your knees, your chest blooming with pride as you crawl across the bed towards him, “Were you about to cum?”

When you ask him again, there is a bit of laughter at the end of your sentence that causes him to shoot a glare your way.

“You were cheating...”

A sharp giggle leaves your throat, “I was cheating??? The bet was to see who could last longer and, you literally just pulled away before you were going to cum.”

Jungkook smirks, “You were fucking cheating.” He insists, “With that fucking voice of yours and your hands all over your tits; don’t act like you don’t know what you were doing.”

He doesn’t swear often but when he does, it always gets to you. His voice his so husky now and that paired with the rest of his visuals is enough to force you into your next move.  

Suddenly, you grip his chin and angle his upwards, “Admit that you were going to cum.”

His eyes widen then, that familiar doe eyed look infecting his gaze; it’s the same look he always gives you when you take charge.  

But as much as he loves to submit to you, he almost hates losing more.

Almost.  

“No...”

Your teeth find your lip again as you smirk, your other hand sliding down his flushed chest towards his throbbing cock, “Admit that you were going to cum baby, so we can put you out of your misery...”

He shakes his head and although his hand twitches at his side, he makes no move to stop you, “I wasn’t, I was just-”

You cock your head, your hand tucking beneath the band of his sweats, “You were just what?”  

As he feels your hand encase his dick he crumbles, his whole body slumping forward, “Fuck-”

His forehead is on your shoulder now, his stomach caving in as you begin stroking his cock. You can feel how hard he is now, his length jumping in your hand, the tip of him covered in precum...

Your lips are at his ear whilst he bears his teeth, “Admit that you were going to cum sweetheart- and then I’ll let you put it inside me...”

“No-” He growls, “You were cheating, I- ugh...” He whimpers, his teeth sinking into the ball of your shoulder when you quicken your pace on him.  

You giggle, turning your head to the side so your lips are at his ear, “What a shame- you're going to waste all of this cum on your pants when you could be pumping it inside of me...”

Jungkook groans, his teeth nipping at your shoulder once more, “Let me cum inside of you please- wanna fuck you so bad...”

You’re focusing your hand on the tip of his cock, massaging it within your grip and, at this point- Jungkook is leaking so much precum, you aren’t sure if he managed to sneak in his orgasm without notice.  

“You can fuck me when you admit that I won.” You nibble on his ear, “That’s all you have to do baby- then I’ll let you fuck me.”

“But I wasn’t going to cum-” He still insists, his voice more of a whine now his hands desperately going for your hips.

Pouting your lips, you increase your pace on him for the final time, the sound of you jerking him off filling the room, “Well you definitely are now, aren’t you?”

“Fucking- fuck me...” He moans, his nails digging into your sides whilst his hips jerk up against your hand, “Oh fuck- I'm gonna cum...”

The admission is involuntarily as he paints your hand and the inside of his sweatpants with the his hot release, cumming all over himself.  

“Mm there it is- that wasn��t so hard was it?” You tease with a bit of laughter as you stroke him through his release.  

He lets out a shaky breath, moaning again as the rest of it comes out but, before you’re even able to process what’s happening, his using the grip he has on your hips to shove you back against the bed. Your back hits the sheets as your eyes widen and despite his sweatpants being stained and his dick throbbing with sensitivity, Jungkook is prying your legs apart and lining himself up at your entrance.

“Ju-” You begin but he cuts you off as he pushes inside of you. The thickness of him is so perfect and your pussy swallows him whole, unable to get enough. Through your efforts to tease him you had forgotten how close he had gotten you but, he was about to remind you exactly what he was capable of.

“I don’t want to hear another word out of your mouth-” He growls, his eyes piercing into yours, his swollen lips curved into a smirk, “Unless it’s please,” He thrusts, causing a whimper to leave your lips, “Thank you,” Thrust, “Or Jungkook...”

His pace is fast but it’s completely perfect and, it isn’t long until your orgasm comes crashing into your body, the pleasure peaking as he fucks you harder.  

“J- Jungkook- Oh god....” You moan, reaching down to rub at your clit, which only spurs you on further, “Oh my god...”

He chuckles darkly through bared teeth, his sweaty tendrils of hair jerking back and forth with his motions, “I guess I’ll settle for god too...”

Leaning down, he hovers over you as you continue to cum and despite the smirk on his face, he presses his lips to yours sweetly- kissing you through the rest of your orgasm.

He lets up the intensity inside of you, for both your sake and his, slowly allowing his hips to come to a stop. With destroyed breathing patterns, the two of you kiss each other for a while longer until he makes the painful decision to pull out of you. Still kissing at your lips, he slumps over beside you, blindly pulling at the duvet to cover your shivering bodies.

“I love you.” He chuckles boyishly, completely giddy from your encounter.

The sound of his laughter makes you smile into the kiss, “I love you too.”

He brings you closer to him so that he can hold you, his lips moving to press against different parts of your face.  

Laying on his chest, you feel content as you listen to the sound of his heartbeat slowly returning to normal.

After a few moment of post orgasmic bliss,  Jungkook whispers,

“ Jagi?” He mumbles to which you respond by humming, “I was definitely about to cum...”