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nanaslutt · 1 year ago

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Geto def gets off to being called a pervert

I see the vision clear as day anon, i hope you enjoy<3

Geto is so dirty in this holy........

contains: fem reader, roomate!geto, panty thief, teasing, dirty talk, degradation, praise, accidental voyeurism, mating press, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (reader receiving), cum eating, geto is nasttyyyyyy, slight crack at the end, shoko makes an appearance :p

MDNI

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“Suguru can I borrow that band tee you were wearing the other day? I’m about to go out with shoko.” you scrolled on some social media site on the sofa while you called out for your roommate in the kitchen.

Head hanging upside down off the armrest, looking at his naked back in your twisted view, waiting for his response.

Geto peeked his head briefly over his shoulder from the counter he faced, letting out a short laugh before he replied, wanting to ask if the ridiculous positions you came up with were actually comfortable.

Saving his smart remark for another day and responding that he didn’t care, followed by the location of the tshirt.

Picking up your body you placed one foot in front of the other, making quick work for his room, voice ringing out in the hall, “thanks!”

“Shoko said she’s heading here soon so I should probably start getting ready.” you shouted from his room, reaching for his second dresser drawer, where he said it would be.

Pulling the nob back and messing up his carefully folded clothes as you pulled out shirt after shirt, unfolding it to get a better view of the piece before shoving it back in when it ultimately wasn’t what you were looking for.

Eyebrows scrunching inwards when your sights landed on a piece of bright pink fabric shoved deep in the bottom of the drawer. Not remembering suguru ever wear anything like it, you pulled it out.

And you really don’t remember him wearing anything like this.

Because what you were holding between your fingers was your panties.

Jaw dropping slightly in disbelief, head turning back towards the doorway you just walked through, before snapping your neck back in front of you and digging deeper.

“Where are you guys going?” he questioned, yelling from the kitchen as he chopped up some vegetables, back facing the direction of his room.

A decent sized pile was forming of the undergarments you thought you had lost the deeper you looked. You were fuming.

Between Suguru and yourself, you divided the chores up evenly the day you moved in together. Him opting to be on laundry duty over trash, both splitting the dishes.

Never once did the thought even cross your mind that they might’ve been kidnapped by your usually sweet roommate; who is in charge of handling those same panties every day; when you were unable to find them anywhere in your space.

You scoffed in disbeleif at his antics, tongue poking the inside of your ckeek, making it bulge.

You heard him say your name from the kitchen when you didnt answer his question.

Wading up the thieved panties in your fist, you stormed out of his room. Stomping down the hall at a much hastier pace than before, his toned back once agains came into your view.

Geto paused his chopping, muscles in his body going rigid, because he swears you just threw something at his back.

Turning his body to face you, he looked down at the underwear at his feet, a smirk creeping onto his face when he drags his sights back up, making eye contact with your furious expression, brain racing with questions only he could answer.

"Whoops," he says, not an ounce of remorse in his tone. He could practically see the steam coming off of the top of your head when your face scrunched up in a scowl.

"What the fuck were you doing with my panties, do you have any idea how long I've been looking for some of those!?", he feels the anger in the air with your every word.

"You sure you want me to answer that?" he giggles, crossing his arms over his bulging pecs, letting the weight off one of his legs as he braced his lower back into the counter.

"Oh my god!" you shook your head, "you're such a fucking pervert!" you shouted.

"Woah, you don't even know what I did with them yet. Don't you think you're jumping to conclusions when you call me that, huh?" he retaliated, faux offense gracing his features before a more smug look took its place.

"There is no non..." throwing your hands up in search of the right word, "freaky explanation as to why you hid my PANTIES suguru!" Lip curled up in frustration again when laughed at your retort, “so I think my choice of words was fitting." you finished, referring to the name you called him.

"Haha! yeahh, you might be right." both hands dropped from his chest and slid into his pockets. "I wrapped them around my cock a couple of times when I was jerkin' off." An amused look sticking to his face when your jaw dropped in speechlessness, face turning completely red at his confession.

"Came all over the crotch of ur pretty panties too, pretended it was ur pussy." his big mouth continued spilling his dirty secrets out into the open air.

"Y-you," stuttering as you felt the air around you shifting into a heavier one, one that you both picked up on, heart racing in your chest matching the throbbing between your legs as you spoke, "pervert."

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"F-fucking pervert, fuck!" you moaned into the air when his curved cock drilled perfectly into the most sensitive spot inside you for the nth time that evening.

Really hoping Shoko was taking her time as Suguru held your thighs open by your head, pushing your flexability to the limits as he bullied his thick cock inside your gushing pussy.

"Yeah? tell me how fucking nasty I am baby," he groaned with a smile. Eyes not being able to choose their favorite sight as he looked between where the two of you were connected; your cum making a ring form around the base of his cock; and your pretty drooling face that was looking so fucked out.

"S-so f-fucking disgusting for st-ealin' my dirty panties sugu-ru." words getting broken up by your pleasured moans as he brought his hips back till just the tip of his cock was caught on the rim of your little hole, before fucking it back in with such force it made you dizzy.

"C-cant believe you would d-o that." whining loudly when his thick thumb came down to rub circles into your throbbing bud.

Geto felt a tingling sensation of pleasure jolt through his spine at your harsh words, "M' sorry baby," he lied between his teeth, "got tired of seein’ ur cute little ass walk around the house in basically nothing." cooing at you when you squeezed your cunt tightly around his length at his filthy words, "h-had to do something about it,"

The both of you bounced against the bed as you let out loud Ah's and curses in response to his mean thrusts.

"Nothin' compares to this tho," Geto smiled, rubbing your clit faster when he noticed it made you tighten up your pussy, "Fucking ur pretty little pussy like this is so much better than my fist 'n holdin' ur panties against my face."

"S-suguru thats so nas-tyyy." you drawled out when he picked up his pace, fucking into you with such force and speed you thought you were gonna pass out.

Leaning his body into yours, practically crushing you with his weight with your legs dangling over his shoulders, he brought his face just inches from yours, lips grazing each others at his rough thrusts jolting you both around.

"Is it?" he replied to your declaration, opening his mouth and moaning against your lips before he closed the distance, " Felt so fucking good tho," he laughed against you, pushing his tongue into your mouth, his groans mixing with your squeals.

Less of a kiss and more of him just crushing his jaw into your own as he overwhelmed you with his tongue. Greedily inhaling your moans into his lungs as he continued his assult on your sensitive clit.

"Sugu' 'm gonna cum, fuck-" you mumbled against his wet lips. His own high-creeping rapidly up on him, feeling his balls tighten as they slapped against your ass.

"Me too baby m-me too," eyes squeezing together and eyebrows furrowing, thumb against your clit becoming sloppy as he started to lose himself, "gonna let this pervert fill you up, huh?" he babbled, breaking the kiss and buring his head in the crook of your neck while he messily sucked and kissed the skin there.

"Gonna take a-all my fucking cum like a good girl?" his moans raising in pitch, goosebumbs forming on the back of his neck hearing your loud whines and moans go straight into his ear.

"P-please, give it to me, please." you begged, "fu-ck, c-coming," you managed to voice before your cunt constricted around him, squelching noises increasing when your pussy forced your orgasm out around him, "oh m-y go-d" you repeated as he fucked you through it.

Getting thrown into overstimulation as he repeatedly hit your g-spot, not being able to move his thumb off your clit, or even voice him to do so, "cum inside me sugu-ru," you whimpered into his ear, helping him reach his end. Squealing at his rough thrusts losing their once steady pace when he came.

He bit down hard on your neck, groaning and whining into the skin as he fucked his cum into your womb. Timing his heavy thrusts with the ropes of warm seed spurting out of his dick, pressing his balls hard into your ass each time he did, making sure he really filled you up.

Geto’s eyes rolled back in his head feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm spasm around his twitching dick, milking him for all he was worth. "holy shittt." you voiced at how full he was making you feel.

Your overstimulation died down when his brain was no longer able to function well enough to remind him to play with your clit, something you were grateful for.

He silently lifted his head from the crook of your neck and pulled his incredibly sensitive cock out of your warmth. Staring between the two of you to watch his cum drip out of you, his mouth watering.

Your own arm being draped over your face while you tried to catch your breath, blocking you from seeing his next moves.

Holding your legs up and spread by your calves, he leaned down to your pussy and started sucking on your folds.

Caught off gaurd at the simulation you shot your hands down to his head, trying to push him off you at the intense feeling of his fat tongue on your mound.

He forced his tongue into the tight ring of your cunt, greedily drinking up your combined cum and moaning at the taste. Your thighs twitched with the need to shut around his head at the vibration.

Detaching his mouth from your pussy with a 'pop' he sat back on his heels, your calves still in his large palms as he stared at your abused pussy, licking his lips clean.

"So much fucking tastier than your panties." He grinned.

"You really are disgusting Suguru." Shaking your head against the sheets as he finally let your legs drop back down to the mattress.

"Careful, my cock likes when you talk to me like that." He teases, meaning every word as he tucks his drenched cock back into his boxers,

"Whatever, take me to the bathroom please." You said, ignoring his previous comment, "Cant stand and I need to pee." Holding your arms out to him.

He giggled at your dramatics; even tho he really did fuck the strength out of your legs; scooping his palms under your thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He raised you from the bed in a princess cradle and started walking you to the bathroom, "You need to learn how to take it easy. Seriously." you chastised, noticing the bruises and bite marks on your neck when you walked past a mirror, "If this is how you're going to treat me when we fuck, you're better off sticking to stealing my panties, at least they won't feel what you do to them." you complained, only partially meaning your words, which he knew.

"Don't act like your pussy doesn't throb when you see how I marked you up." you rolled your eyes at his retort, making it to the bathroom that neighbors a wall with the kitchen. He placed you down on the seat of the toilet before backing up and leaning against the doorway, facing the doorframe parallel to him as he let you do your business.

"I just had to listen to you guys fuck each other like rabbits for ten minutes, please don't make me listen to you dirty talk each other outside of the bedroom too."

You knew that voice.

"Shoko! good to see you, didn't realize you made yourself at home." Geto snarkily remarked.

"Your pretty roomie gave me a key you big oaf, now go hide in your room for awhile kay?" she brushed her hand in the air, signaling him to fuck off, "Was suposed to take her out but its sounding like you broke her legs so.. well just watch a movie here." she sighed.

Geto brought his attention back to you once more. He had to fight back the laugh burning in his lungs when he saw your crimson face buried in your hands, shinji posing on the toilet in embarrassment.

Stupid fucking panty thief.

“pt.2” here

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gunksh1t · 2 years ago

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Holding a pretty boy's legs around my head as I eat him out until his boycunt is sore and he's made a mess on my face and he's breathless. Making him cum until he can barely speak and says my name like a prayer. Making him promise he'll stay all mine and all mine forever while his head is empty. Make him think of nothing but me and the pleasure only i can give him.

Pampering my boy like he deserves, sucking his fat, stubby tcock, feeling how perfect it is in my mouth. sloppily making out with his hole and drinking him up. Peppering kissed on his dick and thighs between orgasms.

Shallowly fucking his hole with my tongue until he's desperate and needy and bucking his hips all over again. Flattening my tongue against his lil dick and letting him ride my face until he cums again and drained himself out.

He's half asleep and still gripping my head between his legs, tiredly grinding into my mouth and he can barely take anything more but he feels so good he can't think of doing anything else and he's so pretty and sweet you don't wanna stop him.

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horror-sapphic · 10 days ago

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ON CAMERA | CAITLYN KIRAMMAN

Summary: G!p Caitlyn Kirammen fucks reader in the throat and ass and records it!

wc;2.7k

C.k cum leaking out of you (visual)

throat fucking. anal. spitting. anal fingering(reader and cait). butt plug. Caitlyn cums in reader’s ass. Dom Caitlyn. (Slight) Gaping mentioned. Squirting. The word "raping” is used multiple times (everything is consensual). Caitlyn keep her cum in you with a plug. Pure filth

“Show them how good you are at sucking my cock” she spits, literally. Spitting a string of clear thick liquid landing right on your chin, mixing with the pre cum already slicking the bottom half of your face.

Caitlyn pushes the camera closer to your mouth for an up close view of you slowly taking her cock in your mouth while on your knees, your eyes low lidded and watery from her raping your throat for the past hour. The flash from the camera is a bit blinding but Caitlyn doesn’t care, she smiles behind the camera as she grabs the back of your head to slam her cock down your throat.

“I said suck” she demanded, and you obeyed, bobbing your head up and down on her thick shaft. The sound of you slightly gagging every few seconds driving her crazy. “Hmm fuck – fucking swallow me slut” she moaned, pushing your hair out of your face to be seen better. She looks at what she’s recording for a second to take in the view of a your sloppy fucked out face, the view of your now puffy lips repeatedly meeting the base of her cock. A small amount of drool makes its way there from your mouth, as she drinks in the sight of your eyes slightly going wide every time she makes her way down your throat again and again.

“Mhmm” you moan around her at the feeling of her stuffing your throat, you feel so dirty. Having your throat fucked on camera like this, the image of her fucking you to this video later fills every corner of your mind. You love how rough she’s being tonight, completely controlling of what you can and can’t do. You wouldn’t dare try and be bratty and defy her. No, not tonight at least.

She holds your head still to pull her cock out your mouth as she walks away from you, still filming. To position you with your back against the bed, while you’re still on your knees. You put your arms behind your back, already knowing what’s to come. Your juicy pussy leaking down your legs catching Cait’s attention. “Look how wet you are baby” she fake teases, she knows exactly what she’s doing to you. She bends down to show her fingers teasing and slipping through the slick folds of your needy cunt on camera.

Removing her fingers so she can make you taste yourself,running her wet fingers on your warm tongue. Watching you close your mouth around them so you can suck, “fucking greedy, look at you. Gonna fucking ruin this slutty mouth, don’t you worry” she ruts out. You nod with eagerness, easing your head back on the edge of the bed so she can do what she needs to. Caitlyn places the camera on the bedside table for a better view of the both of you before spreading her legs out on either side of your kneeling body, positioning herself right in front of your face. You open your mouth as she lays her cock on your tongue for the 4th time tonight, her sensitive tip already twitching with anticipation. She leans forwards on her elbows and begins to ram herself down your throat. Barely allowing you to breathe, fucking your throat so rough and raw, your mouth begins to form foamy amounts of drool and saliva around her cock adding more natural lubricants.

You can’t wait for her to fuck your other holes like this tonight.

“Oh fuck baby, fucking take it. Fuuuuck” she cries out, burying her face in the covers. “You’re doing so good baby” she whines, her praise going straight to your already aching pussy. The sound of your throat being whored out begins to fill the room along with Caitlyn’s loud moans, as your breathing becomes thicker while you struggle to take her and breathe at the same time. Her huge cock is splitting your throat, the very image of what this must look like making you want to play with yourself. But you wouldn’t dare. The “gurgling” and gagging sounds fills the warm room as you begin to find a rhythm to her thrusts, hollowing your cheeks to add more suction.

Caitlyn's back is slick with sweat. Showing how much she’s working out your little fuck hole. “Fuck with my ass while I fuck you like this” she mutters, you bring your hands from behind your back to get your fingers wet by playing with yourself pussy before sliding your hands to her ass and slipping a finger in, thrusting your middle finger in and out of her tight hole while her balls repeatedly slap your slimy chin.

“Ughhh fuck baby, you’re doing soooo good” her thrusts speed up becoming sloppy, “More- mhmm more” you oblige, slipping in another finger beside your middle, speeding up your motions after feeling her become looser around your fingers. You lose concentration for a moment, slipping up and gagging around her. You feel her twitch in your mouth. “That’s it, fucking gag on it” she spits,“fuck.ing.gag.on.it ughhhh” she cries out, matching her thrusts to her words.

“Mhmm mhmm fu fuck, I’m close. Fu- you better take it all. Don’t waste a drop”, you speed your fingers up, the soft squelching sound of her ass being fucked on your fingers makes your ass clench around the warm metal in your asshole. You can feel the slight stretch of your ass from the size of it that Caitlyn picked out. She wanted to make sure she would fit without hurting you, she’s fucked you in your ass before but it’s been a while. Your thighs now soaked with your own arousal. Caitlyn ruts her hips a few more times before shooting her warm load, filling your mouth. “Mhmm” you quietly moan around her, Caitlyn asshole gives your finger a long squeeze before spasming around it, signaling for you to slip out.

“So good for me” she praises you in a whisper before lifting herself off her elbows and pulling out to allow you to swallow her, she leans over to pick back up the camera to angle it above you to get an up close shot of you taking all of her cum.

“Cum whore” she spits down at you again, landing on the top of your lip. “Clean this up” she yells, referring to the trail of spit covering the base of her cock. You begin to lap up the juices, sucking and drinking it back up.

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“Let’s get this out of here” Caitlyn instructs, referring to the red heart shaped butt plug she had lodged inside your ass from earlier. You’re on all fours on the bed between her spread legs, so she can see everything. Like how slick your eager pussy is, she spreads your folds a bit to get her fingers wet. Circling and teasing your drenched cunthole but never slipping in, you push your face down into the mattress due to your girlfriend’s never ending teasing. You slowly rock up and down on her fingers that are currently slipping over your clit ever so softly, “Look at how needy she is” posing the camera right in front of your pussy. You speed up your rocking, the slick sounds of your wet cunt being picked up on camera.

Caitlyn pulls her fingers away to slowly pull the plug from your hole, “fucuuk” you sigh, the feeling of it slowly leaving your ass making you feel empty. Her fingers trace the ring of your ass that is slightly gaped from the plug, you can feel the warm flash from the camera on your ass making you shake it just for show. “Let’s make sure you’re ready for me k”, you nod as she slips two fingers straight in your ass to try and loosen it up more.

“Mhmm fuck Cait” you moan, your mouth hanging slightly open as hum out from pleasure. She takes her fingers out to grab you by your hips so her face can be closer to your ass to add her own, natural lube. She spits on your asshole urging you push your face down in the bed giving her easier access to fuck your hole with three fingers. Not holding back, with the camera focused back on your ass as her fingers slip in and out of you with ease. Your breath hitches as they basically pound into you, your ass cheeks rippling from the force of her fingers. “Fuck- mhm- more… I need your cock baby… please” you plead, desperately needing to be filled. “I bet you do baby” and with that, she pulls her fingers out harshly. Bringing the camera in even closer for a close up of your hole as she adds back two fingers, scissoring them. Showing off how easy it is for you to be fucked and used.

“I'm ready to take your cock- please Cait. Can I sit on it please baby?” you choke out, Caitlyn leans back on the pillows behind her as she taps your ass signaling for you to. “Sit on mommy’s cock baby” she rasps with her hand wrapped around her heavy length, slapping it against you. She lets it go, so it stands at a tall, erect, and wide 8 inches, you push your ass back — beginning to hover over her cock, ready to take her in reverse cowgirl, she holds the camera on her stomach wanting the camera to get it on film, you slowly swallowing her cock in your asshole. “Hmmm” you breathe out as you slowly take her erect tip in, your ass splitting around her cock.

“Fuuuck” She moans out under your breath, the stretch makes your mouth drop open as your body slightly jerks the more you take in more than her tip.

“You’re doing sooo good for mommy” she praises behind you, the feeling of your warm tight hole gobbling her with little to no fight makes her roll her nipples between her fingers, lifting them into her mouth behind the camera. Rolling her head back on the pillows for a moment before her eyes are trained back to swell of your ass easing down on her length.

Not wanting to miss a second of it.

Caitlyn grows impatient, taking her tit out of her mouth to lean to the side to put the camera on the bed space next to the two of you -- propping it up on a pillow to have good view of her fucking you. She shoves you flat on the bed making her momentarily slip out of you before laying on top of you fully, thrusting her cock back into you.

“Ohh my- fuckkk” you yelp out in surprise at the feeling of being so full. She swoops her arm under your hips helping you off your stomach and back on all fours, with her cock still inside you. She begins ramming her hips into you, slamming her hips against your ass with no mercy. “You cock feels so good in my ass mommy” you mewled in front of her, taking the pounding like a real cockwhore, like her cockwhore. “I can feel you stretching around me- nuh-fuckk” she moans with her eyes shut, opening them back up and being completely lost in the sight of your ass meeting her cock at the base with every thrust, she spreads your cheeks wanting to see a more intimate look of her gaping your fussy fuckhole. Your tits slapping against each other under you, as you fight the urge to beg Caitlyn to flip you over so she can suck on them. But this position makes her feel much deeper; you can't get enough of her fucking you this rough.

Your legs begin to quiver under you, as the urge to touch your clit grows more, “Close your legs” Caitlyn instructs, wanting you to feel tighter around her.

Practically choking her cock now.

“Mhmm, just keep fucking my ass like that mommy” you whimper into the sheets, making her thrusts becoming harder and faster– practically drilling into you. Your cunt juices leak down your legs, desperately wanting to cum as your clit gets subtle stimulation in this new position. You begin to slam your ass back onto her cock still needing more, the sight of your tight ring squeezing and hugging her length as she pounds you makes her mouth hang open. “Fuck- y- you like me raping your ass like this slut?” she stutters, completely lost in how good you feel.

You lift your head up to look back at her splitting and filling your ass raw. You nod with slightly watery eyes. “Use your words” she rushes, grabbing your neck to pull your back against the front of her body. “Y-ye-yes mommy, I d-do” you squeeze out, your eyes locked on one another. Hers alert while yours are low and tired, showing how fucked out and compliant you are, “You wanna cum?” she quizzes, her warm breath dancing across your cheek. You frantically nod, telling her all she needed to know. She slips the hand that’s craning your neck to her, into your mouth and Immediately, you begin to suck on her two fingers while as she slips her other hand down to your pussy feeling the drenched state of it.

“Fuckk” she breathes, easing her fingers between your fold to rub your raised clit in fast circles. The sloshy wet sounds spilling out from your cunt as she adds pressure and speeds her pace up. “Hmm, are you gonna cum for mommy? Huh are you?” she teases, kissing your cheek while your mouth hangs open, your eyes rolled back and forced shut as she ruins your ass from behind. A quiet squeak comes from your mouth (that Cait hopes the camera picked up) as your legs shake from under you, the room sounds filthy. Filled with the squelching sound of your creamy ass being stuffed and assaulted and your gushing pussy squirting out spurts of clear liquid onto the sheets in front of you – not urging Caitlyn to slow down from playing with your slick pussy. She moves her fingers from your clit to pumping your cunt, fucking out the squirt still coming out of you. “YES- uh … Fuck” you scream around her fingers still lodged in your mouth, breaking your silence as your girlfriend fucks your sloppy pussy with three fingers. Filling every hole of yours like the slut you are.

Your body stutters, completely overtaken by your orgasm, “Fucking- oh my god” Caityln groans, your ass and pussy clenches around her hard as you cum. “HMM just like that mommy- mm yes yess” you cry out as fall forward, your shivering body going limp making her slip out.

She lays on top of your limp – fucked out state as she chases her own orgasm. She spreads your ass open, slipping back into your asshole with ease, a tired grunt coming from you. “Gonna- gonna fill your hole with my fucking cum, ugh fuck, i’m gonna put the plug back in so it’ll stay. Okay?” she knows you can’t respond in the state your in but she doesn’t care, the fluttering of your asshole driving her closer and closer to cumming as she slams her hips against your ass, fucking it hard for the last time tonight. “Look who’s not so tight anymore. Did I fuck you loose?” she teases proudly. “Hmmm...gonna cum so hard ffrom raping you like this” she rasps, making your pussy become wet again.

“Cummi-, oh fuckk. Take it. Take it. Take ittt” her thrusting coming to a halt with one last hard rock into your asshole, filling it up with her second load of the night. Her body falls on top of yours, wanting to plug you up as much as possible. “MhM” you whimper quietly, feeling her cum trickling into your abused hole. Her arm swims behind her, blindly searching for the plug she pulled from you earlier, her fingers roll onto it. Holding it at the entrance of where your asshole is still stuffed with her cum and cock, she quickly pulls out, not missing a beat as she puts the plug in, bending down to lick the few dribbles of her cum on your ass that managed to escape.

Caitlyn leans back on her knees to grab the camera, holding it above you before parting your slick ass cheeks to show off the plug holding in her cum. “How ya feeling?” she asks sweetly, snapping out of her dominant role. She pans the camera to your face, with a dazed smile on your face. “Can we get a thumbs up?” she jokes, waiting for a response. You gather up a bit of strength to give a thumbs up before dropping your hand back on the bed.

“So, tomorrow, orrr whenever you’re ready again. Do’ya want me to fuck your pussy while we watch t-?” before she can get her words back, “Yes” you speak up, seemingly back to full ‘strength’.

Reblogs and comments are appreciated <3

a/n: so bad at endings omggg, I hope this isn't shit, sorry for any errors or for possible lacks clarity in some parts (idk).

btw requests don't open until the 26th! (read my blog info pinned on my profile)

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lila-went-missing · 4 days ago

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Munch!Vi who comes home after a long day and is literally begging you to let her eat you out. She’s on her knees between your legs, kissing over your stomach while her hands work your pants off.

“Please Angel, let me taste you? Wanna make you feel good, let me make you feel good..”

And how can you say no when she asks so politely? You nod your head, running a hand through her pink strands of hair as her lips attach themselves to your clit. She eats you like a woman starved. One second she’s suckling on your clit, the next shes fucking you with her tongue.

She milks several orgasms out of your swollen and abused pussy. But you don’t complain. Not when she has that smile on her face as she carries you fo bed.

#vi x reader smut #pit fighter vi #munch!vi #violet x reader #smut #arcane league of legends #arcane x reader #arcane smut #vi arcane #violet arcane #vi x reader #x reader smut #x reader #pure filth #desperate!vi

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almond-tofuuu · 1 year ago

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Do it for me...

Zayne x fem! Reader smut

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, porn without plot (this is pure smutty goodness), PiV sex, nipple play, cervix fucking, soft dom! Zayne, consensual sex (bc asking for consent is hot af), cunnilingus, tongue fucking, fingering, squirting, creampie, raw sex (wrap it up ppl), sex on a desk, Zayne's fat cock (bc that shi needs its own warning label)

Lmk if I missed anything

Word count: 2.9k (I am so sorry)

Thinking about Zayne

His pupils blown wide with lust, chest heaving with every breath he takes, icy hand gently but firmly holding your chin in place, forcing you to maintain eye contact as his other hand explores your body. Cold fingers gliding so softly over your exposed collar bones, making your skin tingle and goose bumps forming in the wake of his fingertips. His eyes locked on yours as his hand travels lower, following the valley between your breasts, stopping just under the curve of your left breast, fingers toying with the lace of your bra.

"May I?" His voice is low and husky, breath fanning over your cheek as he leans closer, searching your face for any signs of discomfort.

You nod your head, desperate to feel his cold hands on your bare skin again, but he doesn't move, his eyes narrowing slightly as a deep chuckle rumbles from his chest.

"That's not how this works, darling, if you want something you're going to have to tell me" he leans in closer, lips ghosting over yours, teasing you but not giving you what you want "Go on, use your words, I'll give you whatever you want, just be a good girl and tell me what you need."

His words, so full of promise and dripping with desire spark a fire within you, a heat that radiates down to your core. Swallowing down the last of your anxiety, your eyes meet his own, voice barely above a whisper as you try not to stumble over your words.

"Please Zayne....I need you... need you to touch me...need to feel you, please-"

Your pleading is cut off by Zayne's mouth as he captures yours in a searing kiss, his hand that was previously holding your chin now tangling into the hair on the back of your head, pulling you closer as his lips devour yours. His tongue darts out to lick at your bottom lip, silently asking for entrance which you willingly grant, allowing him to explore your mouth. At the same time his other hand has made quick work of removing your bra, now kneading your left breast in his large hand, cold fingers pinching and rolling your nipple until it hardens before moving onto your right breast to give it the same attention. Reaching up you grab onto his broad shoulders, needing something to ground yourself, fingers burying themselves into the fabric of his doctors coat, tugging at it slightly. Zayne pulls away for a moment, chuckling at the adorable neediness of the gesture.

"What's the matter? Do you not like my coat anymore?" You know by the small smirk on his lips and mischievous glint in his eyes that he's teasing you, know that he wants you to tell him exactly what it is you want.

"Want you to take it off, 's not fair that I'm sat here shirtless and you're still fully clothed" you mumble with a small pout on your lips, looking up at him through your lashes.

"Hmm You're right, allow me to correct my error" Zayne's eyes remain focused on yours as he shrugs his doctors coat off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor of his office with a soft thump. However, you're still not satisfied, wanting to see more of him, so you grab onto his tie, pulling him closer to you so you can get to work on removing his shirt. Zayne is quick to stop you, large hands engulfing yours, halting their movement as he leans down to peer into your face.

"If your hands keep being mischievous, I can show you how surgeons tie knots" although his tone isn't harsh, there's a quiet dominance to his words, almost like he's challenging you to keep going. And you're not one to back down from a challenge, so you tug on his tie again, bringing his face closer to yours, trailing soft kisses along his jaw before you whisper seductively into his ear,

"Is that a promise, Doctor Zayne?"

Before you can even react Zayne has you laid on your back on his desk, one strong hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other loosening his tie further as his imposing form towers over you.

"It would seem that someone can't control their hands, perhaps I should teach you a lesson, maybe then you'll be more obedient" as he speaks Zayne takes his tie and uses it to restrain your hands, his movements quick and precise, being careful not to tie the knot too tight but enough to limit your movement.

"That's much better, now be a good girl for me and stay still" satisfied with his work Zayne leans in to capture your lips in a quick and passionate kiss before moving onto your neck, biting and sucking the sensitive skin there, spurred on by the soft moans spilling from you. He then moves lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses along your collar bones and between your breasts, pausing to swirl his tongue around one of your hardened nipples before taking it in his mouth, his free hand coming up to tease the other. He repeats his movements on your other breast, not wanting to neglect it and relishing the way you whine and how your back arches up into him. Once he's done toying with your nipples, Zayne resumes his path downwards, lips and tongue leaving behind a wet trail on your stomach as he stops at the waistband of your jeans.

"Can I remove these as well, love?" He looks up at you, waiting for your permission, needing to hear that you want this.

"Yes, please Zayne, need you" this time you're quick to respond, your body feeling hot as the tension builds in your core becomes nearly unbearable, needing to feel some kind of relief.

Zayne gives you an approving smile, obviously pleased with your response, his hands moving to the buttons of your jeans, undoing them and removing both your jeans and panties in one go. Seeing you completely bare beneath him, your soaked cunt on full display, Zayne let's out a deep groan, whispering a soft "fuck" under his breath as he takes in the sight of you. The feeling of his piercing eyes on your exposed pussy is too much for you and you close your legs subconsciously, trying to shy away from him. But Zayne simply grips onto your thighs, prying them apart and slotting his hips in-between them.

"Don't hide away from me, love, you're beautiful, each and every part of you is perfect." His voice is soft and full of adoration, letting you know he means every word, that he truly thinks you're the most beautiful woman he's ever met. And you do believe him, because the way he's looking at you, the way he's holding you makes you feel so special. His hands give a light squeeze on your thighs, holding them in place as he lowers his head to plant soft kisses along the sensitive skin on the inside of your right thigh, nibbling every so often, inching closer and closer to where you need him most before switching over to your other thigh, giving it the same treatment. You buck your hips up, a desperate whine leaving you as you plead with him, "please stop teasing...wanna feel you... Can't take it anymore"

Zayne let's out a breathy chuckle, his warm breath fanning over your weeping cunt, "very well, you've been a good girl so far, I suppose you do deserve a reward"

And with that Zayne dives into your glistening pussy, tongue licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, taking it in his mouth and sucking it, repeating the motion several times as you writhe in pleasure beneath him. One of his strong hands moves to firmly hold down your hips, the other begins to play with your clit as his tongue delves inside your dripping hole.

"You taste so sweet, I may have just found my new favourite desert" he lets out a low moan of satisfaction that vibrates against your pussy, his mouth latching onto you again as he drives his tongue further inside you, lapping up all the juices leaking out of you. The feeling of his fingers on your clit and his tongue inside you has your thighs quivering and locking around his head, back arching off his desk as moans fall freely from your lips. Your hands, still bound together by his tie, reach down and tangle themselves in his hair, tugging slightly causing Zayne to groan into your cunt. He eats you out like a man starved, drinking down every drop of the juices flowing from inside you, his nose bumping against your clit adding to the intense pleasure coursing through your body. Your orgasm is rapidly approaching when you feel Zayne's tongue leaving your pussy only to be replaced by two of his long, slender fingers, he slides them inside you easily, making a scissoring motion as his mouth latches onto your clit.

"Zayne... gon- ngh! Gonna cum!" You manage to stutter out between moans, your cunt clenching tighter around his fingers that continue to pump in and out of you, his pace increasing as he curls them to hit the spot deep inside your cunt that has you seeing stars.

"Go ahead, love, cum for me" he mumbles his encouragement into your cunt, the added vibrations sending you over the edge as your orgasm hits you full force, your pussy clenching tight around his fingers as you soak his hand and the lower part of his face. Zayne works you through your high, not stopping his movements until you push his head away, the over sensitivity becoming too much. You lie there catching your breath, looking down shyly you meet Zayne's gaze as he rises from between your legs, and he looks like pure sin. His eyes have darkened with lust, the bottom half of his face glistening with your juices, a smirk rests on his lips as he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. It's the most erotic sight you've ever witnessed, and it has your cunt throbbing in anticipation.

"Do you wish to continue, love? I need you to tell me now if you've had enough, because once I start I'm not going to stop until I've ruined you for every other man" his voice is steady but there's a hint of tension behind his words, as if he's fighting hard to maintain control of himself, trying to keep his ever stoic demeanor intact. In a sudden burst of courage, you reach down and palm his painfully hard cock as it strains against the front of his dress pants, causing a low moan to resonate from deep in his chest. His hips involuntarily buck into your hand, his eyes fluttering closed as he allows himself indulge in the feeling of your warm hands as they stroke his cock.

"I want this, Zayne, want you" your whisper to him sweetly, hands unbuttoning the front of his pants, pulling down his underwear and freeing his gorgeous cock, letting it slap against his toned abdomen. It's thick and lengthy, pale with a prominent vein running up the underside of his shaft, pearly beads of precum leak out from the tip that's a few shades darker then the rest of his cock. You've never thought of using the word 'beautiful' to describe a cock before, but his truly was a sight to behold, enough to make your mouth water and pussy clench around nothing. You shuffle forward in an attempt to get off his desk, ready to sink to your knees and worship him the same way he did you, but Zayne's firm grasp on your chin halts your movement. You blink up at him in confusion, worried that you may have done something wrong, but the lust clouding his eyes and desire dripping like honey from his voice tells you otherwise.

"As much as I'd like to indulge in feeling that pretty mouth of yours, I'm afraid I can't wait that long. I need to take you, now. So be a good girl and lay back down for me"

Licking your lips, you do as you're told, resuming your previous position, the cool surface of his desk pleasant against your flushed skin. Zayne stands between your open legs, one hand resting on your thigh, the other takes hold of his thick length, guiding it through your slick folds, coating his shaft in your wetness, the tip nudging your clit with every slow thrust. Once he's satisfied that his cock is lubed up enough with your juices, Zayne positions himself at the entrance to your cunt, the tip prodding at the tight hole causing a near pathetic whimper of need to fall from your lips.

"Apologies in advance, love, I'll try to be gentle" and with that Zayne slowly enters you, his thick shaft stretching out your tight pussy, the steady, shallow thrusts allowing you to feel every delicious inch as he works you open until he's buried to the hilt. A shaky exhalation leaves Zayne's lips followed by a quiet "fuck" whispered under his breath, his eyes closed briefly as he revels in the feeling of finally being inside you, feeling your drenched cunt throbbing and clenching so nicely around his cock. He wants to be gentle, wants to take his time with you and keep true to his words.

But Zayne is only a man, and like all men he has a breaking point, and the sight of you laid beneath him, half-lidded eyes locked onto his, mouth hung open as you moaned his name in ecstasy, soaked cunt throbbing so perfectly around his cock was just too much for him. His self control that was hanging by a thread finally snapped, he began pounding his cock into you like a man possessed, driving his length deeper and deeper inside of your sensitive hole, the fat tip hitting your cervix with every rough thrust. Broken moans flow from you, combining with the rhythmic slapping of skin and wet squelching of your pussy, it creates a sinful melody that's practically pornographic, it would be enough to make your cheeks burn if your brain could actually focus on anything other than the delicious drag of Zayne's cock as he ruts into you. Meanwhile, the man above you has lost all composure, fingers digging into the plush of your hips as he drives his length into you, his rough thrusts enough to cause the desk below you to scrape across the floor. Somewhere, deep in your fucked-out brain you register the tightening of the coil in your lower stomach, knowing your orgasm is near, you try to warn Zayne, although it's difficult to form any kind of coherent thought with how good he's drilling into you.

"Z-zayne.... Aghh! gonna....mmh...gonna cum!" You manage to whimper out between moans, your eyes closing as you throw your head back, body arching up off the desk as his cock hits the spongey spot deep inside your pussy, causing you to clench even harder around him. Zayne brings one hand up to tilt you face to look at him, his eyes held an almost predatory glint as they locked onto yours.

"Keep those pretty eyes on me, love, I want to watch as you fall apart" his words came out breathy and low, a deep groan rumbling up from the back of his throat, his hips never stopping their brutal pace, icy fingers coming up to play with your clit, rubbing figure eights into it as his heavy balls smacked against your ass with every thrust. It's all too much, all of your senses are overwhelmed by him. His cool fingers on your clit, his piercing eyes boring into yours, his musky scent surrounding you, deep groans and warm breath fanning over your face, and his hard cock moulding your pussy to his shape. Your orgasm is blinding, your body convulsing and cunt spasming erratically around his length, squirting your release all over his toned abdomen as your vision turns white. A high-pitched moan leaving you followed by the chanting of his name, whispered almost like a prayer as he consumed your thoughts. Zayne doesn't stop, his thrusts speeding up as his own is release fast approaching, but he doesn't even realise, too focused on you. Watching intensely as you come undone beneath him, wanting to remember every second, every moan, every facial expression. It only takes a few more thrusts before he's cumming, hips stuttering before burying himself deep inside you, a broken groan of your name falling from his lips, cock pulsing and twitching as he coats your pussy with his thick, creamy seed. He continues to shallowly rock into your spent pussy, feeling how your cunt milks his cock for every last drop of cum.

His strong arms rest on either side of your head, holding him up as he pants heavily, sweat-covered forehead resting against yours as you both bask in the afterglow of your release. Zayne Is the first to move, pulling back slightly he presses a tender kiss to your forehead as he takes in your fucked-out form below his. He can't help but be entranced by how beautiful you look, skin glistening with sweat, chest rising and falling heavily as you try to catch your breath, cheeks flushed as you come down from your high. To him, you look absolutely ethereal, and he can't stop the soft smile that spreads across his face, because finally, after so many years of wanting and waiting, you're his.

#drops this on the dash and runs #love and deepspace #zayne #zayne x reader smut #zayne love and deepspace #zayne x reader #smut #this is pure filth #minors dni #zayne smut #not proofread #we die like men #SoundCloud

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avid-1reader · 7 months ago

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Yandere! Gym crush x fm reader

Warnings- Pervy thoughts, non come touching, stalking, nsfw, smut, disgusting yandere behaviour

💪yandere! Gym crush would had been obsessed with you for weeks, it got to the point where as soon as you stopped using a piece of equipment he would immediately go on it trying to savour the warmth your body had emitted. He would delight in feeling and even tasting the sweat left on the machine from your body, it would leave him so hard and needy for you.

💪Yandere! Gym crush who slowly started talking to you and inserting himself into your life, he would buy you your favourite energy drink just to use it as an excuse to talk to you. Or he would insistently ask you if you needed a spotter, if you said yes he would get so excited (both emotionally and physically). Relishing in the feeling of your sweaty body so close to his own. After you were done, he would rush off to the bathrooms to rank off to the image off your half naked body glistening with sweat. Moaning your name as he came all over his hands, thinking to himself ‘what a waste you should be here to clean up his mess’

💪Yandere! Gym crush who would purposely trap you in the locker room with him, his hand would be locking you in against the wall while the other rested gently on your neck. He would lean in and whisper while taking your hand to rest on his hard cock “this is all your fault, you need to fix it darling”.

After getting over your shock you would slowly start to palm his cock and, with his encouragement, slip your hand into his shorts and start to jerk him off. While you were doing this, he would trace a million kisses down your neck and towards your voluptuous chest.

With a jerky motion your sports bra was ripped off and he was immediately on you, sucking your nipples into his warm mouth. You moaned in delight while taking his dick out of his shorts fully now to grind your soaked pussy against it.

Having enough of your teasing, he ripped off your leggings and slammed his hard cock into your tights cunt, moaning like crazy as he did so “ah baby you’re so tight”. Snapping his hips back fast, he fucked into you like his life depended on it while whispering “you’re mine, mine to fuck, mine to touch, mine to look after, fucking mine.” You were too cock drunk to even comprehend what he was saying, only having the capability to nod along and say “faster I need faster”

#yandere #yandere behavior #yandere scenarios #yandere suggestion #yandere x darling #yandere x female reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere smut #smut #pure filth #smuttttt

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alwayslurkinginthebackground · 15 days ago

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Cold - A Javier Peña Drabble

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader Rating: E. I cannot emphasize this enough. E. I have to go hide actually. Unprotected p in v, oral (m & f receiving), big phat breeding kink, mentions of birth control. Word Count: 1695 a/n: This started with a tweet, then transitioned to art, then became whatever this is after I spent way too long staring at Javier Pena's face. Lord help me.

You wished you were still in Columbia, back where you could spend your nights lounging with only a thin sheet and Javier's arm draped across your frame instead of the multitude of blankets currently weighing you down and the thick sweatshirt you stole from his closet. Even Texas wasn't supposed to be this cold, but here you were, shivering like you were still in your childhood home where white winters were commonplace and the public's definition of freezing averaged at twenty below.

"I'm cold," you complain to your husband, your face barely visible amidst the cocoon he'd nestled you into when he rose for the morning.

Javier turns, looking like he's immune to the temperature as he stares at you with his slacks still unbuttoned, leaving you the perfect line of sight to the coarse hair that disappears into the dark fabric. "You have like four blankets on," he teases, grabbing a t-shirt from the drawer and smirking when you frown.

You bury further into the blankets in question, trying to hold in the whimper that threatens to escape when he pulls the shirt down over the warm skin you'd like to still be huddled against. "Will you please come back to bed?"

"I was already late on Tuesday," he reminds you, reaching for one of his dress shirts and haphazardly pulling it from its hanger. He shrugs it over his shoulders, buttoning it despite your obvious disappointment.

"But I'm cold."

He puts on his tie instead of responding, looping it around his neck and mechanically going through the motions he's repeated nearly every morning since the two of you returned to his hometown.

"Please, Javier?" you try again, your tone nearing pleading territory. "I'm freezing."

"Cariño," he returns, equally stubborn as the knot tightens around his neck.

The silence that hangs between you then is palpable, with tension thick enough to cut with a knife, so you deliver what you hope will be the final blow just as he turns to the bedroom door. "You wouldn't leave the mother of your future children to freeze to death, would you?"

He stills.

Bingo.

It wasn't that kids were out of the question for you, but rather that it wasn't something you'd ever thought he wanted. Not when he's never lacked reasons as to why children weren't in the cards. That is, until you overheard his conversation with Chucho the night before.

"He's been dropping hints with me, too," you explain, because it's true. His father has been making off-handed comments about how much he'd love to see kids scampering around the ranch and how he isn't getting any younger.

Something must short-circuit in Javi's brain at the thought though, because you can see the shift is his posture. The momentary contemplation of whether he should give into your plea and face the inevitable conversation that will come with it or if he should continue on as though he hadn't heard you and never bring it up again. If he was the same Javier as the man you first met in Bogota, he'd choose the latter.

But that's not the Javier standing in front of you now.

He turns, his tie off before his knees even hit the bed. His shirt is half unbuttoned by the time he's close enough to pull the blankets back from your body, revealing your trembling frame, although it's difficult to determine if the way you shudder is because of the cold or a result of the wanting look in his eyes. The room already feels warmer, despite the way he tugs the sweatshirt off your frame with ease.

When he reaches for his belt, you're quick to stop him, silently commanding him to allow you to slowly undo the buckle, then the button, and to drag the zipper down slowly. Javi usually isn't a patient man, not when it comes to this and certainly not when it comes to you, but for once he seems to revel in watching you pull his aching cock from his slacks and carefully trail your tongue along the length of it.

From your position on the bed, knees digging into the plush mattress as you lean over the side, he has the leverage he needs to guide your mouth to his tip. Spurred on by the groan he lets out as you wrap your lips around him, you increase the pace, working his length carefully. It's only when you reach your hand up to join the effort that he hisses.

"Fuck, Cariño, your fingers are freezing." You think he's going to stop you, but he doesn't, his warm hand wrapping over yours to encourage your motions. It's only when you need to come up for air that he lets you sit back, crowding into your space and forcing you back against the bed.

Prior to this moment, you fear you've severely underappreciated the importance of body heat, especially with the way your husband is basically a furnace. The smooth panes of his chest feel hot to the touch as they press you into the sheets, his lips shifting down your body and encasing you in the fever of the moment. He's pulled the plush comforter back over you both, ensuring you have it clutched up to your shoulders as he moves lower, settling with his body buried beneath the blankets and his head between your thighs.

The stripe he licks through your folds feels counterproductive though, the action sending another shiver up your spine. Usually, when he has his nose pressed against your clit and his tongue is lapping up your release, your hands are buried in his dark hair, but it's all you can do now to cling to the edge of the blanket, fists tight in the fabric as he races you to toward the edge.

Not that it's difficult for him.

You're barely aware of the way he's crawling back up your body and easing into you in what feels like a singular motion, mind still hazy from your first fading orgasm. He stills once he's buried to the hilt, already looking wrecked, and you figure he probably is with how your walls are still clenching around him. It's always been a tight fit, but this morning, with the way he has you entirely surrounded by his warmth, you're certain you can feel every inch.

"Tell me you meant that," he commands, lips trailing down your jawline and to the spot behind your ear that he knows will get you to say anything. "Tell me you want me to fuck a baby into you."

When you don't respond, it's his fingers on your bundle of nerves that has you keening, his second attempt at the request quickly followed by the answer spilling from your lips. "Yes! Fuck, Javi, I want to make you a Daddy." Much to your dismay, he pauses, his fingers leaving your clit to grab one of the pillows next to your head, snaking it beneath the blanket and lifting your hips from the mattress to settle it beneath them. It changes the angle, the thick patch of hair you'd admired earlier rubbing against you with each new thrust.

It's not cold in the room anymore, certainly not beneath the blankets as he rocks into you. "I'm gonna fuck my cum so deep, Cariño."

"I'm still on the pill," you remind him breathlessly, your half numb mind finally catching up with the reality that he likely can't get you pregnant, not this time at least, but he obviously doesn't care.

"Fuck," he grunts. "I'm gonna hide those fucking pills the second I'm done with you," he assures you, large hands grabbing at your hips and pulling back so the blankets cascade around him. "Then I'm gonna crawl back into this bed and fuck you until it takes."

Your body is again exposed to the cool air of the bedroom, but you don't particularly notice. You're too far gone to care, but he's even closer, his hips stuttering in an uneven pattern until all you can feel is warmth. The heat of his sticky skin against yours when he collapses on top of you, the intensity of his release filling you, and the fury of your climax as it washes over your entire body.

It takes a minute for him to recover, pulling from you with a loud groan. You try to move with him, but he stills you with a hand to your stomach, pressing down for just a moment and ordering you to stay while he crawls from the blankets and tucks you back in. A wave of disappointment appears in your chest as you watch him retreat to the bathroom, but it's the grin on his face when he returns a moment later that has you laughing.

"You didn't."

Javi sneaks back in beside you, the damp cloth he'd brought with him from the bathroom set aside on the table next to the bed. "What? What did I do?" he asks innocently, even as his fingers find their way back to your center, gathering his spend to push it back in. The action makes you hiss and, for a moment, you forget your questioning, too distracted by how his fingers curl inside you and the way he's whispering in your ear. "Can't waste a drop."

"Javier," you groan in a way that has you both unsure if you're scolding him or praising him, but he seems to settle a moment later, reaching for the cloth and cleaning the remainder of his mess from between your thighs. "Did you actually hide my pills?" you ask, more coherent now than before.

He responds with a kiss to your cheek, tossing the washcloth to the side and wrapping his arms back around you. "I'm gonna call out today," he murmurs against your skin. When you open your mouth to inquire again, you're cut off by the force of his lips against your own, his smile evident as he leans into you. "After all," he pulls back, "now that you're out of birth control pills, it would be neglectful of me to leave the mother of my children to freeze."

#javier pena x reader #javier peña #this is pure filth #lurking and writing

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burreauxwrites · 1 month ago

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“LOATHING” (joe burrow x oc)

CHAPTER FOUR - “big dick joe”

word count: 3.4k

warnings: THIS IS A MDNI 18+ CHAPTER! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), car sex, soft(ish)dom!joe and sub!virgin!winnie, slight dumbification, oral (f receiving), cum eating…slight bits of fluff and sweetness if you squint, praise, size kink.

parties were definitely not winnie’s thing. at all. that’s why when she was invited by joe and ja’marr, she was a bit hesitant. she doesn’t enjoy all the drinking games and the overall craziness that comes along with these house parties. however, she also doesn’t want to be a complete let down and a loser. she was invited and not showing up would be a bit selfish from her.

and so, winnie’s standing in the mirror, dusting off her champagne colored body-con dress as she looks at herself. her hair was curled and styled neatly, framing her face a bit; on top of her hair, she’s put on some light makeup.

upon checking the time, she gaps, realizing she’d be a bit late. she grabs her wallet, and heads out to her car, putting the address of the party into her phone and heading over that way.

she arrives, and it’s like your average party. she looks around, trying to look for joe. a soft smile forms on her lips as she spots him.

“hey, joey,” she says, looking up at his hat.

big dick joe.

huh. that’s interesting. she giggles a little, looking at him up and down. he looks…good. his clothing was simple, but he still stood out.

“well look at you, winwin,” joe whistles, his own gaze moving across winnie’s frame. the way her dress hugs her curves, and her hair is styled almost drives him crazy, “you look…stunning.” he compliments her, his voice softening a bit.

“i can say the same for you.” she smiles, looking at joe fondly. her cheeks turn a faint pink shade, one that can barely be seen.

time passes by, joe and winnie are in the corner, watching the chaos ensue. ja’marr himself was in the middle of a circle, showing off his dance moves. but at least everyone was occupied with that.

joe cannot tear his eyes off of winnie. everything about her is absolutely gorgeous. and it all brings him back to that stupid wet dream he had about her before. it’s hard for him to deny it, but he wants her. bad. so so bad. he gently takes her hand, whispering into her ear.

“wanna head to my car…? it’s kind of crazy in here, huh?” he asks, looking at winnie.

winnie nods in agreement, a small giggle leaving her lips. “yeah. it’s a bit much.” she murmurs, squeezing joe’s hand.

they both sneak out the front door, heading towards joe’s car. they both hop into the backseat, taking in a sigh of relief as they escape the noise. they share a laugh, enjoying a small moment of silence.

after a while, winnie looks at joe, raising an eyebrow. “did you see ja’marr and his dance moves though…?” she asks, giggling a bit.

“i did…they were…something, for sure.” joe laughs as well, nodding as he looks at winnie. he isn’t sure if it’d be too bold of him, but he couldn’t resist anymore. there was no way. he needs to let winnie know just how gorgeous she truly is.

he reaches over, ever so softly placing a hand onto her exposed thigh looking into her eyes. winnie, flustered, but not against the sudden contact, looks at joe and waits for him to speak.

“winnie…?”

“yeah?” she murmurs, watching as joe scoots closer towards her.

“you look…so fucking gorgeous tonight.” he boldly admits, looking at winnie and her frame. he loves the way the dress looks on her, but in the same breath, he couldn’t help but want to tear it off of her, to do things that…friends wouldn’t normally do.

winnie, surprised by joe’s compliment, looks away with a bashful look on her face. there’s no way that he’s complimenting her. and the grip he has on her thigh is definitely not helping her case at all. his hands are strong, veiny; and she couldn’t help but imagine them all over her body.

joe senses winnie’s meek reaction to his compliment, gently grabbing her chin and making her look at him once again.

“you have no idea…all the things i’m thinking about.” joe whispers, his fingers tracing along her jaw as he looks at her.

winnie’s body subconsciously shivers at his words, the hair standing on her delicate skin. she finds herself leaning in towards him and his touch, her breath hitching slightly.

“joe…i…we shouldn’t,” she whispers, though she still finds herself gravitating towards him. she feels his hands snake around her waist, and mindlessly finds her arms around his shoulders.

“are you sure?” joe teases, his thumbs caressing her waist over her fitting dress. he chuckles, looking at winnie, “you and i both know that this is something we want.”

with that, the space between the two of them got smaller and smaller, until their lips finally locked in a slow kiss. there was no rush in the kiss, just savoring the moment between them. their hands roamed each other’s bodies with every second, as if trying to commit the other’s frame to memory.

ever so gently, joe lays winnie down against the backseat, still kissing her, albeit with more passion and desire. and winnie reciprocated his desire, letting out a small whine as his tongue darted against her glossy lips. she easily grants him access, letting him fully savor the kiss.

after a moment, joe pulls away looking down at winnie. seeing her beneath him, her lips swollen from kissing and her breath slightly uneven, he can’t help but be aroused. on top of all this, winnie had never done anything like this. he would be her first, and in a setting like this? the thought made his pants tighten slightly.

he grabs the bottom of her dress, looking into her eyes. “may i…take this off?” he asks, making sure not to scare winnie away

“yes…g-god, yes…” she pants out softly, eliciting a chuckle from joe as he lifts off her dress.

there she was, almost entirely nude in front of him, minus her panties. they’re white and a bit lacy, which joe thought was very fitting for her. he grins, his hands caressing the soft skin of her stomach.

“god…look at you,” joe mumbles, unable to take his gaze away from her. he presses small kisses to her neck as he caresses her body, slowly moving up towards her perky breasts, “such a pretty girl…fuck, you’re beautiful, winnie.” he sighs, his thumb carefully finding a place on her nipple.

the sensation makes winnie gasp, her body jolting a little from the feeling. goosebumps cover her skin as she leans her head back, getting used to joe’s hand on her breast. everything about this, being his friend and doing this in his car…it felt scandalous, but good at the same time.

and joe knows she likes this too, taking in all her reactions to his touch. he cups her breast fully in his hand, whispering in her ear.

“i love how sensitive you are, sweet girl.” he says, rubbing her nipple in circles while his other and caresses her waist.

his lips descend across her body, pressing small kisses and giving an occasional nibble on her skin. he could feel every shiver and shake of her body, and it almost drives him feral.

soon, joe’s hands and lips stop at winnie’s waist, his thumbs just lightly brushing against the top of her underwear. he looks up at her, seeing her flushed cheeks.

it’s cute. she’s cute. and for him to have his cute, nerdy friend trembling like this? it gives him a bit of an ego, because he’s essentially responsible for the loss of her innocence.

“may i?” he asks, his fingers gently grasping at the fabric of her underwear while he waits for winnie’s response.

and so, she nods, looking at joe. behind the lust in them, she sees…fondness and care. “yes…you can, joey.”

with a smile, he carefully pulls down the lacy garment, setting it aside as he looks down at winnie, who is completely bare. if joe wasn’t already hard, the sight of her would surely do him in.

joe’s hands gently lift up her thighs, his grip a bit rough, but not too rough to startle winnie. as he stares at her bare cunt, he can’t help but want to feel her, to taste her. maintaining eye contact with her, he kisses her inner thighs, slowly getting closer and closer to where she wants him.

sensing her shyness and watching her gaze veer off, joe tsks a bit, grabbing her chin and forcing her gaze back onto him.

“winnie,” he mutters, looking into her round, cocoa colored eyes, “i want you to look at me while i eat your pretty little pussy out. can you do that?” he asks, his thumb brushing against her plush bottom lip.

with her body trembling in excitement and nerves, winnie nods, looking down at joe as he speaks. his words make her legs jolt a bit. “mhm…i can…” she whispers.

joe chuckles, his hand leaving her chin and moving down her body. “good job, sweet girl.” he praises her, gently taking his finger and caressing her wet folds as he gauges her expressions. he chuckles at the soft whines that leave her lips, continuing his movements ever so slowly.

he leans down, giving an agonizingly slow lick up her center, drawing a moan from her as her back arches from the car seats. the sound is like heaven to joe’s ears, all he wants is to hear her beautiful voice.

as joe begins to slowly eat her out winnie finds herself squirming slightly, beams of pleasure moving through her body. the feeling of his tongue against her sensitive core is foreign, but so good.

pulling away for a moment, joe chuckles, taking his hands and holding winnie’s, interlocking their fingers. the gesture, though small, was rather intimate, causing his heart to flutter slightly. “do you like this? how my tongue feels against you?” he murmurs, kissing her thighs softly.

“y-yeah…feels really good.” she answers, nodding as she looks at joe with a shy but pleased smile.

joe chuckles, leaning back down and continuing his movements against her core. gently, he squeezes winnie’s hands as he plunges his tongue into her. the feeling makes her eyes water ever so slightly, her legs quivering.

deciding to test the waters, joe carefully lets go of one of her hands and prods at her core with a finger, watching as winnie’s mouth fell open in a soft gasp.

“oh my god…joe…!” she moans softly, feeling him slowly push his finger inside of her as he continues eating her out. her stomach flutters from the pleasure and she tries her best to stay still.

“yeah…? does that feel good, sweet girl?” joe murmurs, gently pumping his finger in and out of her as he watches her squirm against the leather seats. “you like this, huh? taking my tongue and lips like the wonderful angel you are.” he says with a soothing voice before leaning back down and continuing his attack with his tongue.

winnie is overwhelmed, but content with the pleasure, her stomach churning more and more as joe continues to finger and eat her out. she grips joe’s hand that she’s holding onto, her legs visibly becoming more and more shaky.

“j-joe…! i-i think i’m-”

“gonna come?” he finishes winnie’s words, chuckling as he watches her nod, his eyes taking in her shaky frame. he continues licking her wet folds, his finger thrusting into her. “that’s okay,” he says gently, squeezing winnie’s hand in reassurance. sensing the fact that the pleasure is getting to her, joe whispers.

“come for me, sweet girl. you can do it.”

before she even takes his words in, her vision goes white, her core clenching against joe’s finger. “o-oh god…!” she whines, waves of pleasure running through her as she comes against his tongue and hand.

for a few seconds, joe guides winnie through her oragasm, only stopping his movements until it’s completely over, he finishes lapping up any cum from her cunt before sucking his finger. he looks at her the entire time while doing this, smirking at winnie’s shy expression.

“how was that for your first time getting eaten out?” joe teases with a cocky expression. his touch his soft however, using his free hand to caress winnie’s hair.

with a breathless nod, winnie answers. “g-good…yeah. i really liked it…” she admits, her voice soft.

“i’m glad you enjoyed it, sweet girl.” joe grins, looking down at winnie with some lust still in his gaze. he wants to go the full nine-yards and fuck her, though he’s unsure of if she’s ready for that or not.

gently, he moves his hand to winnie’s cheek. “winwin?” he asks tenderly, his voice soft, “do you…want to go further with this?”

“further as in…?” winnie trails off, to which joe nods.

“mhm,” he confirms, “it’s totally up to you, baby. i won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” joe reassures her, caressing her cheek.

winnie thinks back to everything up until this point. the way he looked at her volleyball game, him literally getting off to her voice. she becomes slightly aroused by it all. deciding on her answer, she nods as she looks at joe.

“yes. i want to go further,” she answers, her voice a slight plea as she looks at joe, almost imploring him to fully take what’s his, “please…i’m ready.”

please.

joe chuckles lowly, his hands immediately moving to unbuckle his pants as he looks at winnie. he sets his belt on the floorboard, shuffling off his pants, leaving him in his boxers. before taking off his boxers, he gently holds onto her wrist, guiding her hand carefully to his raging boner.

“you feel that, sweet girl? how hard you make me?” joe questions as he looks at winnie, his own breath hitching as he watches her nod. she slowly moves her hand over his clothed cock, eliciting a small hiss from him.

he tuts and shakes his head, moving her hand away. “not too much, baby. gotta be patient.” he laughs.

finally, he removes his boxers, his girth springing free from them as he pulls them down. he tosses them aside, looking at winnie. as her for her, she’s quite…stunned. he looks…well, big. her eyes widen as she looks at the pre-cum on his tip, her cheeks turning bright red.

“what? you never seen a man’s dick before?” joe raises an eyebrow.

“n-no? i’ve watched porn, i guess, b-but i…” winnie stammers, her voice soft as she tries to find the words. giving up on modesty, she offers a blunt, but meek response, “you’re…big.”

joe laughs at winnie’s honesty, gently ruffling her hair. “yeah? well, i guess you understand my ‘big dick joe’ moniker huh?” he smirks, his hand moving down her body. he’s trying so hard to not lose all control. but it’s kind of hard for him at this moment.

he leans over her, looking down into her round eyes. they’re so precious and cute. he almost feels guilty, stripping his best friends purity by fucking her in the back seat of his car. but when she looks the way she does, begging the way she is…who is he to resist?

“are you sure you want this, sweetheart?” joe says softly caressing her body.

“mhm…please, joe,” she urges, her voice an eager but gentle plea as she looks up at him, “please…fuck me.”

fuck me.

those last two words almost make joe lose it. his grip tightens against winnie’s hip, his eyes burning into hers with desire. this is it. he lines up his fully erect cock with her entrance, his eyes meeting hers as he does so. his hands gently slide over hers, their fingers interlocking as he pins her hands down gently.

he slowly pushes into her, letting out a groan as he does so. she’s so tight, he swears he could almost come just from being inside of her for the first time. once he’s about halfway through, he leans down, pressing a soft kiss against her lips and giving her gentle praises.

“god, you feel so good, sweet girl, taking me so well.” he says in a hushed tone, his hands grasping onto winnie’s hip as he finishes pushing into her fully. he kisses her neck gently, occasionally leaving a hickey here and there.

after letting winnie adjust to the feeling of him inside of her, joe rocks his hips lightly, his thrusts gentle and slow. he looks up at her, watching as her eyes fill with tears of pleasure from how full she felt.

she grips onto joe’s hands, soft moans leaving her lips. in one meticulous move, joe almost pulls out before thrusting back into her, drawing a loud moan from her lips.

joe laughs against her neck, ever so slightly quickening his thrusts as he looks at winnie. “you’re so loud, baby. it’s almost like you want to get caught with me.” he teases, letting out a grunt of his own as he feels her clenching around him.

he couldn’t help but watch just how well she took his length, noticing a slight bulge with every thrust he makes. lets go of one of her hands, pressing his against her stomach as continues thrusting.

“mmh! f-fuck…! god, joey…!” winnie whimpers, looking up at joe as he thrusts into her, the sound of their skin meeting filling the car with every move. her eyes are slightly glossy, rolling back as he rolls into her more intensely, groans leaving his lips.

“mhm, sweet girl? what is it?” joe asks between groans, not stopping his movements as he looks down at her. he smirks, noticing that she isn’t answering and just letting out moans.

he smiles, holding onto winnie’s face as he thrusts “seems like there’s nothing in that pretty little head of yours,” he taunts, looking into her pleased, but dazed eyes. how the tears formed in them and threatened to spill with every thrust, “this is kind of dirty, hm? your best friend fucking you in his car?” he asks.

“m-mhm. yeah…” winnie gasps, looking up at joe as he gently lifts her thighs, his thrusts being deeper and deeper.

“but you like this, huh? making you feel so fucking good,” he practically growls, “you don’t have to think about anything other than me.”

at this point, feeling too absorbed in pleasure, winnie simply nods, all sorts of sounds leaving her lips. the way he’s pushing his hips against hers feels too good, not a single coherent thought comes from her. but she doesn’t mind; in fact, this was more than good. she loved this feeling.

soon enough, joe could feel her walls squeezing against him again, sensing that she was about to come again. “you wanna come, sweet girl?” he grunts, moving his hand to her clit, but not doing anything yet.

winnie looks at joe and affirmatively shakes her head yes, her voice shaky and desperate. “yes…i-i need to come s-so badly…!”

“beg.”

stunned, but too eager to disobey, winnie nods, pleading as she looks at joe. “please, joey…! p-please let me come! fuck, i-i’ve been good! please…!”

joe smiles, taking his thumb and rubbing her clit in circles to help guide her towards her orgasm. he murmurs, his own voice trembling from the pleasure. “that’s it. come for me, baby.”

a sob escapes winnie’s lips as she reaches her climax, her hands gripping onto joe’s shoulders tightly as she lets every sensation take over. from his intense thrusts to his hand on her clit, it was a lot, but it felt so damn good, like the best thing she’s ever felt.

once she slowly comes down from her high, joe pulls out, groaning as he jerks himself off. he eventually comes as well, spurts of the white, sticky fluid landing on her chest and stomach. he pants, looking down at winnie. he moves some hair off her forehead, his voice tender.

“hey, winwin,” he whispers, his voice a bit hoarse. “are you with me, sweet girl?”

winnie nods, humming as she looks at joe. she doesn’t know that she was crying until she feels the pads of his thumbs wiping away the salty tears. she sighs, speaking quietly herself.

“thanks…for being my first.” she smiles, watching as joe carefully lays next to her.

“hey, it’s no problem. i’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” he beams softly, kissing her cheek, “or at least i think you did.”

“trust me. i…i had a blast.”

joe laughed, pulling winnie closer to him. it’s odd. neither of them are sure as to what their status is now. are they friends? friends with benefits? lovers even? who knows.

all that matters is the relaxing afterglow of their passionate time together.

#joe burrow #joe burrow fic #bengals #cincinnati bengals #joe brrr #joey b #joe burrow x oc #nfl #joe burrow lsu #joey burrow #lsu!joe #lsu joe #this was pure filth lowkey

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mannythemunchkin · 7 days ago

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HERMES DRABBLE

🔞18+ MDNI🔞

TAGS: Smut, p in v, fem!reader, afab!reader x Hermes, porn without plot, drabble, not beta read we die like the crew, the demons needed out, mating press, praise kink of you squint.

WORD COUNT: 480

A/N: OKAY SO, THE HERMES BRAINROT IS ROTTING. He has effectively changed my brain chemistry, and I need him on a carnal level. Enjoy the filth, you heathens. 💛

“H-Hermes~! Oh gods…”

Hermes had you straddling his thighs, his hands tightly gripping at your waist, almost bruising your skin, as he moved you up and down in his lap. Soft grunts and huffs escaped him as he focused solely on the wet, silken grip around his cock, the light flutter and quiver your inner walls did each time he shoved you down on him. His fingers dug into the supple flesh of your hips as he leaned in close, his tongue traveling up the column of your throat, eliciting the most delicious mewls and moans from you.

He could listen to you like this forever, the sweet sounds of pleasure, your breathy whispers of praise each time he hit that one spot within you that made you see stars and clench so tightly around his aching length.

“Just like that, sweetheart~ so good to me, aren't you?” Hermes cooed sweetly against your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point in a feather-light touch, causing your breath to hitch, the steady rhythm of your hips stuttering for a moment, before moving at an even faster pace. You nodded eagerly, and your hands found their way to his hair, your fingers threading through his thick curly locks, before turning into fists to pull his head closer against your neck. “So good, Hermes. You feel so good, so deep~”

A quiet groan rumbled in Hermes’ throat at your praise, his cock twitching inside you, desperate for release. With a swift movement, he had you on you back, his hands in a bruising grip on your thighs as he used his full bodyweight to press you into the meanest mating press of your life. He pistoned into you, his movements erratic and desperate as he chased your mutual release. He dipped his head down between your knees, which he had pressed almost fully against your shoulders, and he left sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along the valley of your breasts, his teeth and tongue working over your hardened nipples to drive you off the edge. “Cum for me, darling. Show me how much you want me, hm?” Hermes rasped against your skin, tugging harshly at your nipple for emphasis, before angling his thrusts, making the tip of his cock brush against your g-spot with every motion of his hips.

A strangled cry left you, and he felt your orgasm wash over you, your silken cunt clenching and quivering around him in sweet bliss. It didn't take more than a few more thrusts before he snapped himself as deep as possible with a throaty groan of your name, spilling himself deep inside you. Hermes thrust a few more times, riding out both of your orgasms while muttering sweet praises and endearments against your chest, up your neck. He stared down at you, his silvery eyes cloudy from pleasure and his lips quirked in a satisfied half-smirk.

#hermes x reader #epic the musical x reader #epic the musical smut #hermes smut #drabble #self-indulgence at its finest #400 words of pure FILTH

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lambmotifz · 3 months ago

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a little rec list of vintage wincest fics

exclusively bottom!sam because we’re all starving for bottom!sam content

undertow by Mollyamory (angels, demons, zombies, an apocalypse or two — whatever, fine. telling truth to blood, though. that’s scary.)

traded your worth for these scars by nyxocity (coda to lazarus rising. sam needs to be sure dean’s really back.)

just this by mickeym (this is his favorite thing, his favorite place, in the world: on his knees in front of his brother.)

penance by nyxocity (post lucifer rising. sam feels like he needs to be punished and begs dean to do it for him.)

from the inside by nu_breed (it’s like all the stupid competitions they had when they were kids, trying to outdo each other. but this time, dean isn’t willing to lose.)

roadside assistance by De_Nugis (sam can’t sleep after 5.19. dean tries a radical solution to the problem.)

raining down on us by wednesday_d (perfect “dean fucks sam on the hood of the impala” fic ♡)

until you come back to me by wednesday_d (it took days, weeks, months, but they learned each other. again. and it seemed they liked what they got. nothing will take it away from them. so screw the apocalypse.)

#this is pretty much pure filth with little plot #also mostly s4-5 because i feel like there’s not enough recs for these seasons #wincest #samdean #sam winchester #dean winchester #spn

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gunksh1t · 2 years ago

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Being edged over and over as they keep fucking into you and bringing you to the brink of cumming before suddenly pulling out and refusing to touch you just as you're about to cum. Giggling at your pathetic whines and watching you desperately hump the air.

All you can do is beg and sob as they repeat it over and over until your thighs are shaking and your face is mess of tears with your eyes rolled back and your head is fuzzy and you can't think about anything except how badly you need to cum and how achy your hole is yet it feels so good;

"Pleasepleasepleaseplease"

Letting out a squeal when they suddenly slap your hole, gasping with each slap until you're throbbing and squirming. A fresh rush of tears spilling onto your cheeks as you shake and moan.

"Pretty baby, don't you know that good little toys don't talk?"

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quinzzelx · 10 months ago

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Eros

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: Well....How do I put this. This is Porn with Plot. Filth, with a bit of an unhinged story. You're on a mission with Azriel. After an ambush, you get into a fight and find yourselves to be captured by some sick people. Word Count: 11K

Warnings: Smut, pure FILTH, a bit Angsty, Slight Dub!Con, Voyeurism, Canon typical Violence, blood, Mentions of Sex-trafficking, some type of sex pollen/potion, forced intimacy, porn with plot, 18+

A/N: Guys, I swear that I DID SEE the voting turned out to be Fluff, and I will be posting that one soon. BUT- please only read this if you feel comfortable with darker tones. I had to get this out here. Jeez, enjoy. ☆~●~☆~●~☆~●~☆~●~☆~●~☆~●~☆~●~☆~●~☆~●~☆

Sometimes, bad things happen. In fact, they occur all too frequently, by all the gods' reckoning. Azriel could swear he attracted bad luck like a magnet. But this? He cursed under his breath, feeling as if fate were playing a cruel joke on him.

He groaned, frustration evident as his hand ran down his face. Of all times for misfortune to strike, it had to be while he was on a mission with you. "What?" You snapped at him, your eyes squinted in concentration as you struggled to fix the sheath of your dagger. With a huff of frustration, the dagger and its sheath fell to the ground, clinking and scattering. You muttered something under your breath, wincing as you shifted on the log you were perched upon.

Azriel paced in the small forest clearing, muttering to himself. "For fuck's sake, Rhys!" he shouted inwardly, though it proved futile. Hours had passed since he first attempted to reach Rhys, to no avail. Either they were too far away or something was interfering with the connection. "I can't reach Rhys."

You snorted at his statement, rolling your eyes. "No shit, Azriel. If you could, he'd be here by now." His jaw clenched, his narrowed eyes landing on your hunched form still seated on the log in the center of the clearing. They trailed over your injured left wing, twisted at an unnatural angle. With an irritated twitch of his upper lip, his scowl deepened.

"If you had paid attention while flying, we wouldn't be in this mess," he said, his tone harsher than intended.

"Excuse me?" Enraged, you stood up and marched toward him, your face contorted in anger, a slight limp accompanying each step. "I got shot by a damn Asharrow coated in Faebane!"

"Exactly!" He snarled, taking another step to close the distance between you. "How did that even happen?" A humorless laugh escaped you as you met his gaze. "Are you serious?"

When his expression only hardened, your anger resurfaced. "Oh, you really are serious!" You swallowed the lump in your throat, closing the distance between you and jabbing a pointed finger at his chest angrily. "You!" you hissed between gritted teeth. "If you had actually listened when I said I needed a break, I might have been able to pay more attention!"

In fact, you had asked for a break numerous times. However, the group you were tracking didn't seem to consider breaks necessary. They had been abducting young females and males all over Prythian for months. When they crossed into the borders of the Night Court and ambushed a small village, Rhysand had dispatched you two immediately. Several days had already passed since you crossed into Winter, and now you were venturing into Autumn territory.

Azriel growled lowly, catching your wrist with his hand to prevent you from stabbing at his chest again. "You obviously shouldn't have come on this mission then," he said, his voice as cold as ice. For some reason, Azriel was always harsher with you. You had tried, really tried to make him warm up to you, but this thick-headed male infuriated you like no one else. There had been a time when you would have called him a close friend, someone you could confide in.

You had met Cassian and Rhys in Windhaven on the day they first established that Wingclipping was forbidden and never to be done again. You had always found ways to avoid it, making yourself sick with different herbs and mushrooms, because for whatever reason and little morals the Illyrians held, they didn't want to clip a sick female's wings. The irony was beyond you, but it worked for some decades. That day, your uncle had found you preparing the mixture that made you sick and unleashed his wrath upon you. He had dragged you outside by your hair while you thrashed and clawed at him, begging him to let you keep your wings, pleading for mercy.

As if the Mother had heard your pleas, Rhys and Cassian arrived just as a group of men were holding you down to make an example out of you. Taking advantage of their temporary distraction, you kicked up at the jaw of your uncle holding you down, breaking it. He howled in agony, clutching at the broken bone. One of his friends tried to punch you then, but you dodged him, elbowing him in the gut and headbutting him when he fell to his knees.

In that moment, you probably looked like the personification of pure fury, blood dripping from your split lip, broken nose, and dislocated shoulder. Still, you fought, not only breaking these men's frail egos but also their weak bones. Rhysand was angry, standing tall and making a strong example out of their behavior, executing them for their act of treason and hurling insults at him. He was the High Lord, and no one was to disobey his orders. Cassian tended to you, helping with your shoulder and beaming proudly at you. He started training you from that day on. They had seen your sheer willpower, strength, and potential. And potential indeed. These days, you wore not one, but three siphons. Yes, you still weren't as powerful as Cassian or Azriel, but you weren't weak either. The average Illyrian had nothing on you.

They soon took you to Velaris with them, where you quickly found yourself becoming one of Mor's best friends. Azriel was always wary around you, distant at first. But for years, you had enjoyed talking to each other. Only in the past four had he become distant again, seemingly even disliking you and your company. And you found yourself becoming resentful too. You could have lived with it if you never got along in the first place, but this sudden change made you angry at yourself for ever having a crush on this stupid male in the first place!

"Fuck you, Azriel!" you spat at him, your head red with anger. Both of you had been flying for three days straight, resting only twice. You had only spotted the arrow at the last moment, dodging it just as it was about to strike your head. But despite your efforts, it found its mark, lodging right into your shoulder. A second arrow followed swiftly, tearing through one of your wings. The pain was excruciating, and a strong gust of wind threw you off balance, causing you to crash into Azriel with full force, sending both of you plummeting towards the ground. Azriel momentarily lost his bearings, only regaining focus when you hurtled past him. With powerful beats of his wings, he caught up to you and wrapped you in his arms, but it was too late to slow the momentum. Together, you crashed through the trees, branches tearing at your skin before slamming into the unforgiving ground.

"I'm just saying that maybe Rhys has overestimated your capability," he stated nonchalantly, lowering his gaze to meet yours. Ripping your hand away from his grasp, you shoved at his chest, your voice snarling with rising anger. "Yes, I'm sorry to burden you. Maybe next time I'll just free-fall and accept death with open arms."

Without thinking, anger consuming him, Azriel growled, "Maybe you should." Any retort you had died in your throat. Wide-eyed and shocked, you took a step back, and only then did he realize the gravity of his words. His own eyes widened, filled with regret as he reached out to you, flinching when you dodged him and hurried to retrieve your dropped dagger. "Wait—I—" he called out, stepping toward you, desperate to take back his words. He cursed himself as tears pricked at your eyes. "No, I understood perfectly," you said, your voice trembling with emotion. With one swift motion, you shouldered your bag and walked toward the opposite treeline.

Azriel's heart clenched as he called your name again, pleading for you to wait, to let him apologize and take back his words. But you cut him off, saying, "I'll scout the surroundings, see if I can find anything useful," before disappearing into the woods. He cursed himself once more, sending some of his shadows after you. Splitting up was dangerous, especially when enemies were nearby. Defeated, Azriel sank onto the log you had occupied earlier, sighing heavily as he buried his head in his hands. "Rhys," he spoke again, reaching out to his brother, "We were ambushed, and I messed up." As he sat there, waiting, his hazel eyes scanning the darkening sky, he cursed himself again.

A while later, a twig snapped to his right, and his head whipped around. Had you finally returned? His shadows frantically warned of danger. Standing up, he gripped Truthteller tightly, ready to face whatever came his way.

"Behind you!" his shadows screamed, but before he could react, a blunt object struck his head, and a syringe found its way into his neck. With a grunt, he collapsed to the ground.

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Something was definitely amiss. Azriel's senses felt muddled, his consciousness drifting in and out like waves against a shore. Hadn't he just been... flying? No, he was on a mission. Flying, no, falling. A groan escaped his lips as dizziness overwhelmed him. He attempted to rub a hand over his face to clear his thoughts, but something restrained his wrists, pulling against his movements with a metallic clink. Groggily, he tried to pry his eyes open, but they felt heavy, weighted down by an impenetrable darkness. Panic stirred within him as he struggled against his bindings, the realization sinking in that he was not where he should be. Where was he? And more importantly, where were you? His brows furrowed in frustration as he tugged on his other arm, only to find it chained as well.

"Fuck!." Whipping his head around, an alarming feeling of unease settled in the pit of his stomach. Surveying his surroundings, he noted the darkness but discerned the wooden floor. Good, this meant he was either in a village or some kind of building. His arms were chained to the ground next to his body, where he sat leaning against the wall. Confusion swept over him when he realized his legs were relatively free to move. Chains wrapped around his ankles, but the chain was longer. He surmised he could walk around the whole room if he wasn't anchored to the ground by his arms.

His eyes continued to sweep through the dark room, gradually adjusting to the dimness as he squinted, attempting to focus on what lay on the other side of the room. At the other side of the room, a table gradually emerged from the darkness, its silhouette becoming clearer to Azriel's eyes. As he discerned more barely-there furniture, a sense of dread washed over him. This was no ordinary room. It was a torture chamber, though unlike any he was familiar with from Hewn City. Whips, clamps, syringes, and various other implements of torture adorned the space, along with devices he couldn't even identify. His gaze lingered on a table adorned with chain locks, clearly intended to restrain victims.

Chains were strewn everywhere, giving the room an ominous and foreboding atmosphere. What kind of place was this? The smell assaulted his senses—blood, urine, and something else, something sickeningly familiar yet repulsive: arousal. His stomach churned in disgust at the realization of the horrors that had taken place within these walls. He attempted to summon his shadows, hoping for their familiar comfort and assistance, but nothing responded. Faebane. His heart sank at the realization of the poison's presence. Determination fueled his actions as he tried once more to pull on his restraints, but a piercing scream from outside the room froze him in place.

"Don't touch me!" Your voice, muffled yet unmistakable, sent panic coursing through him. Gritting his teeth, he ripped and tugged at his chains with renewed force. Outside, commotion ensued, accompanied by the creaking of a door. The sounds of struggle intensified, punctuated by a sharp slap that echoed through the room, causing Azriel's eyes to narrow in anger. "She damn well bit me," someone exclaimed amid the chaos. More noise followed, and then the door swung open fully, allowing light to seep into the room as several figures stumbled in, three of them carrying your thrashing form. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he took in your distressed state. You were cursing at them, fighting back with every bit of strength you could still muster. His eyes quickly swept over you from across the room as they threw you onto the table with a force that elicited a loud crack.

His heart stopped then. Where were your fighting leathers? What sick place was this? You were dressed in a white, very sheer and drenched dress that ended just above your knees. One of them grabbed your thigh forcefully, and he saw red. Screaming at them with a hoarse voice, Azriel struggled against his restraints, his muscles straining against the chains binding him to the ground. "Leave her alone, you bastards!" he roared, his voice echoing in the chamber. But his cries fell on deaf ears as they continued their assault on you, their intentions horrifyingly clear. One of the many males in the room laughed at Azriel's futile threats.

"Don't worry, Shadowsinger, your time will come," he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. Azriel clenched his jaw, his frustration mounting at his inability to protect you. As they chained you to the table, Azriel's panic surged. Your hands were bound together above your head, your legs hanging over the edge of the table and spread, tied to each leg. The sight sent a surge of fury coursing through him. "What is this? What are you doing?" he demanded, his voice thick with rage and desperation. But his questions were met with only sinister chuckles from the assailants.

Your eyes met Azriel's, and something washed over your features—a mixture of desperation and fear. "Please," you choked out, your voice trembling with emotion, "I beg you, not in front of him." Azriel's heart clenched at your plea, his gaze filled with anguish and determination. Despite his restraints, he struggled against the chains binding him, his muscles straining with the effort. "I won't let them touch you," he vowed, his voice laced with fierce resolve. Though powerless to act, his eyes conveyed a silent promise. The one who had spoken earlier chuckled darkly as the others moved to silence you, advancing with a gag. Your head thrashed around in a desperate attempt to fend them off.

Your body trembled, chest heaving, the wet white dress clinging to your form like a second skin, barely concealing anything. It left little to the imagination, the cold causing your nipples to harden as you fought against them, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. Your black wings, a stark contrast against the white fabric, remained spread out behind you, a symbol of your strength and defiance even in this vulnerable state.

Azriel's heart twisted with anguish as he watched their hands on your wings, holding you down, causing you to shiver and writhe even more. A soft whine and gasp escaped you involuntarily, the sound tearing at his soul. Fury contorted Azriel's face as he snarled at them, his anger palpable. "Dare to touch her again, and I will cut your hands off," he growled, his voice dripping with venom. But his threats were met with mocking laughter from the group, their disdain evident in their sneers.

"How would you manage that chained to the ground?" one of them taunted, their words dripping with cruelty. The group, consisting of about ten males and some females, settled a little farther away, some taking seats while others remained standing beside you. Azriel's rage burned hotter at their mockery, his muscles tensing with the urge to break free and unleash his wrath upon them. Your chest heaved, teeth sinking into the cloth they had used to gag you as you struggled against their restraint. Seeking solace in Azriel's unwavering gaze amidst the chaos surrounding you, your eyes locked onto his. "You see, we were kind of growing bored of watching High Fae," the male spoke again, his tone laced with malice. He was tall, fatter than the others, with grey hair and a posture exuding arrogance. Confusion flickered between you and Azriel as you listened. "You still haven't figured out what we do?"

Azriel's anger burned fiercely as he glared at them, his fists clenched in impotent rage. The male continued, revealing their twisted motives. They watched prisoners engage in sexual acts or forced themselves upon them, all while testing out new weapons, torture devices, and potions. They reveled in the power they wielded over their captives. "And when we found out the High Lord of the Night Court sent two Illyrians after us?" The fat, grey-haired man sneered, his voice filled with twisted excitement. "Well, well, it seemed like we're in for quite the treat. Illyrians are known for their stamina and prowess after all."

"You two especially are a treat to look at," the male leered, his gaze lingering on your exposed form with undisguised lust. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but anger burned brighter in your eyes as you glared at him. "Rumor has it," he began, circling around the table you were strapped onto, his voice dripping with malicious intent, "that Illyrian wings are very sensitive." He punctuated his words with a sinister smile, sending a chill down your spine. Azriel's eyes widened with horror as he watched the man's dirty hands trail over the delicate membrane of your wings.

A growl rumbled deep in his throat, but he remained trapped, his muscles tensed with the urge to break free and tear the man limb from limb. You couldn't suppress an embarrassed moan as the man's fingers grazed over a particularly sensitive spot on your wing, the sensation sending shivers down your spine and igniting a blush on your cheeks. Illyrians were notoriously protective of their wings; allowing someone else to touch them was considered a significant display of trust. The violation of this boundary filled you with a sense of vulnerability and violation, intensifying your anger and humiliation in the face of such blatant disrespect. The dirty male's gaze shifted back to Azriel, lifting Truthteller in his hand, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he brandished Azriel's own dagger.

"You see, Shadowsinger, we've got ourselves a little experiment planned," he said, his voice oozing with malice. Azriel's eyes narrowed, a cold fury simmering beneath the surface as he listened intently. "We've got this new love potion we've been itching to try out," the man continued, his tone sickeningly cheerful. "And we thought, what better way to test it than on our favorite pair of Illyrians? "Azriel's shock was evident, his voice laced with disbelief. "You can't be serious."

"Oh, but we are," the man chuckled darkly. "You and the lady here," he gestured toward you with a lewd grin, "will be our little test-subjects. One of you will get the pleasure of enjoying its effects firsthand." Azriel's heart sank at the realization of what they were proposing. He couldn't bring himself to do something so violating to you, not like this. Though he had harbored certain thoughts about you, this was beyond anything he had ever imagined. "I will not do that to her," he declared through gritted teeth, his voice laced with defiance and disgust. The look on your face was difficult to decipher, a mixture of fear, anger, and betrayal evident in your tear-filled eyes.

As someone approached with a syringe filled with a blue liquid, your breath caught in your throat. The cold sting of the needle piercing your skin sent shivers down your spine, your body trembling with a sense of dread. The male's smirk widened as he used Truthteller to cut the dress from your body, exposing your breasts and leaving you vulnerable and exposed before their leering eyes. The effects of the potion began to take hold, distorting your senses and leaving you in a state of heightened arousal. Your pupils dilated, your chest heaving with each ragged breath, and your legs trembling beneath you as the drug coursed through your veins.

"Lorsh," the man called for another male, summoning him to join their twisted game. As Lorsh stepped forward, rising from his chair with predatory intent, a sense of dread washed over you. "If our Shadowsinger won't do the honor, you can have her," the man declared, his words sending a chill down your spine. No, this couldn't be happening. You shook your head slightly, trying to fight against the effects of the potion as your gaze turned to Azriel once more, silently pleading for him to intervene.

Azriel's heart clenched with desperation as he watched the scene unfolding before him. He couldn't bear to see you subjected to such degradation, such violation. With a ferocity that echoed off the walls, Azriel's voice cut through the tense atmosphere. "Don't you dare touch her! I swear, I'll break your hands before I let you lay another finger on her!" His words dripped with a protective fury, his eyes ablaze with a primal instinct to shield you from any harm.

"I'll do it," he declared, his voice trembling with a mixture of rage and resolve, "but not at the expense of her dignity. I'll be the one." A sickening delight spread across the male's face as he licked his lips, relishing in the twisted power play unfolding before him. With a gesture, he commanded another to throw the key for the arm chains to Azriel, a malicious grin playing on his lips as he watched the exchange.

As Azriel caught the key, the man retreated, his voice dripping with a sickening satisfaction. "You see, these chains on your legs will keep you tethered to this table," he clarified, his tone filled with sadistic amusement. "But don't get any ideas about getting close enough to kill us. You won't succeed." Azriel's jaw clenched with frustration at the limitations of his movements, but his resolve remained unbroken. As Azriel hurried towards you, relief flickered in your eyes as you locked gazes once more. Stopping in front of you, Azriel's heart hammered in his chest as he faced the daunting task ahead. His mind raced with possibilities, seeking a way to ensure your safety amidst the chaos surrounding you. "You may do as you please with her," the male declared, his voice dripping with malicious intent.

Azriel's heart sank at the man's words, grappling with the limitations imposed upon him. "Can I untie her?" he asked, his voice tinged with desperation. If he could free you from the table, maybe you could fight your way out of this nightmare. If unchained, you could reach a weapon and turn the tide.

But his hopes were dashed as the man's cruel decree fell upon his ears. "No, you can free her from the table if you must, but you cannot completely unbind her hands," the man stated, his words a death sentence to Azriel's hopes. "They will stay tied together." The look on Azriel's face was one of pure sorrow.

Determination surged through him as Azriel clenched his jaw, bracing himself to make this ordeal as bearable as possible for you. With steady hands, he reached for the gag, untying it and freeing your mouth from its suffocating restraint. Next, he carefully loosened the straps that held your arms and legs in place, his movements deliberate and gentle.

As he brushed against your skin, a jolt of electricity coursed through him at the sinful sound of your moan. His heart clenched with both guilt and longing as the realization of the drug's effects washed over him. “I’m sorry.” Your apology only added to the turmoil raging within him, a bleak reminder of the violation of your consent. His voice trembled with uncertainty as Azriel locked eyes with you, his own turmoil mirrored in your gaze. "Is this okay?" he asked, his words barely more than a whisper, filled with a desperate plea for reassurance amidst the chaos. Your nod was barely perceptible, accompanied by a whimper that tugged at Azriel's heartstrings. "I don't mind if it's you," you whispered, your voice trembling with vulnerability and trust.

Azriel's breath caught in his throat at your words, relief and distress flooding through him. His gaze lingered over your exposed form, desire and guilt warring within him. Despite the circumstances, he couldn't deny the allure of your beauty, the vulnerability you displayed beneath him. Guilt washed over him as arousal stirred, his body responding to the primal urge.

Swallowing hard, he fought to rein in his need, guiding your hands from above your head to rest on your stomach. As he intertwined his fingers with yours, he felt your whine of anticipation reverberate through him, igniting a heat between your spread legs. "Look at me," he murmured softly, seeking to soothe you. "I'm here," he whispered, filled with reassurance. "I'll keep you safe."

But beneath the reassurances lay desire. "I'll make you forget they're watching," he promised, leaning closer, his breath hot against your skin. "In this moment, it's just you and me," he continued, a promise of intimacy amidst the chaos. "I'll show you pleasure beyond anything you've known." Each word dripped with longing. "I want to make it better for you," he murmured, his voice husky with desire as he leaned closer, his lips grazing your earlobe. "Tell me what you need."

As your body trembled beneath him, a surge of arousal coursed through Azriel at your vulnerability. "Touch me, please," you pleaded, your voice shaky with need. His heart clenched with longing as he resisted his own desires, focusing instead on easing your discomfort.

"It hurts, Azriel," you whispered, anguish and need evident in your voice. His own arousal forgotten, he concentrated solely on comforting you. "I'll make it better," he vowed, determination lacing his voice as he sought to ease your suffering and fulfill your desperate longing for pleasure.

Tears streamed down your flushed cheeks as you squeezed his hand, seeking comfort. "I'm sorry, this is all my fault," you whimpered, self-blame and anguish evident in your trembling voice and quivering lip. Azriel's heart ached at your words, the weight of your guilt heavy upon him. "No, it's not your fault," he murmured softly, his voice tender as he wiped away your tears. "None of this is your fault."

Ignoring the sickening gaze of the others, Azriel clenched his jaw with fury. With a deep breath, he leaned forward to whisper in your ear, his voice low and intense. "I will end them," he growled softly, promising to protect you at any cost. "Every last one of them." As he felt his powers surging back, an ancient energy thrumming beneath his skin, he knew he had to bide his time, to wait for the perfect moment to strike.

Leaning back slightly, his gaze locked with yours, a smoldering heat burning in his eyes. "How do you want me?" he murmured, his voice husky with desire as he sought to give you control in a situation where you had none. "Az..Need you" Face constricted in pure longing you sucked in your bottom lip. With a thoughtful expression, he trailed his finger down your trembling form, his touch igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you both. Lower and lower he traced, until he reached the boundary where the drenched fabric of your dress began again.

"Here?" he murmured, his voice husky as he gazed over your pubic bone, his eyes smoldering with heat. Your mewl of pleasure echoed in the air, the sensation of his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. With a whimper of agreement, you nodded eagerly, your face contorted in pure longing as you looked up at him through thick lashes. "Yes," you whispered, your voice barely more than a breathy whimper, your body writhing under his touch as you surrendered yourself to him.

"Fine," he muttered, lust thick in his voice as he gave in to fervent longing. With a swift, almost savage motion, he ripped the last bit of the dress open, a low rumble escaping his throat. Your yelp mingled with a gasp of pleasure as your body was fully exposed to him, the sudden rush of sensation sending shivers down your spine. The air crackled with electricity as Azriel's gaze swept over your exposed form, his eyes dark as he drank in the sight of you.

Azriel's mind swirled with a tumult of conflicting emotions as he hovered over you, his fingers tracing patterns of guilt and desire on your trembling skin. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was responsible for the predicament you found yourself in. If only he had been more attentive, more cautious, none of this would have happened. But even as he berated himself for his mistakes, a dark, twisted part of him reveled in the power he held over you now.

As he watched you quiver under his touch, he felt a surge of arousal mingled with self-loathing wash over him. He was sick, twisted, and yet he couldn't deny the rush of pleasure that coursed through him at the sight of you laid bare before him.

Groaning in frustration, he narrowed his eyes, his resolve faltering momentarily before he forced himself to continue. Tracing a finger lower, he felt the tension in your body as you clenched your thighs, seeking relief from the overwhelming sensations that consumed you. But Azriel wouldn't allow it, not yet. With a growl, he forced your legs back open, his gaze fixed on your glistening core, evidence of your arousal under the influence of their vile drug. Deliberately, he brushed a finger through your folds, eliciting an intense reaction from you. Your body flinched, your core clenching around nothing but air as pleasure and pain collided within you.

A needy whine echoed through the room, reverberating off the walls as you squeezed your eyes shut in desperate longing. Azriel's eyes widened at the sound, his heart clenching with desire and fury. "Please, more. It hurts," you pleaded again, your voice thick with need. His jaw clenched as he fought the urge to unleash his fury upon those who had brought you to this state. You were suffering because of their sick, twisted games, and he swore to himself that they would pay dearly for it.

"I'm here, love," he cooed softly, his voice soothing. With a lazy motion, he began to draw circles on your sensitive bud, his touch both tender and electrifying. Finally, unable to resist any longer, he dragged two of his fingers down again, sinking them into your awaiting heat. A hiss escaped his lips as he felt you clench around his fingers immediately, your core desperately trying to draw them in. "Azriel," your voice left your lips in a sinful moan, sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. He felt himself twitch in his pants at the way you said his name.

Picking up his pace, he arched his fingers, pumping them deeper. Unable to resist the intoxicating scent and taste of you, he leaned forward, carefully extending his tongue as he licked up from where his fingers were buried deep within you, moving steadily up to your sensitive bud before sucking on it with fervent hunger. A deep, guttural groan escaped his throat as the taste of you flooded his senses. You were on the brink of release, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks as you whimpered and pleaded for more. Each flick of Azriel's tongue, each harsh suck on your bundle of nerves sent waves of ecstasy coursing through your trembling form.

When his mouth left your clit after one final, intense suck, you heard a groan from the corner of the room. Azriel's keen senses immediately picked up on your movement as you started to turn your head toward the source of the sound, but his other hand, not the one still buried deep inside you, found your face, forcing you to look back at him.

His expression was stern, his gaze piercing as he locked eyes with you. "Eyes on me," he ordered, his voice commanding yet filled with a tenderness that belied the intensity of the moment. "Watch as I make you come." With a firm yet gentle touch, he guided your gaze back to his, his eyes burning with a fierce determination to pleasure you beyond measure. And as you obediently focused on him, the weight of the room and its twisted audience faded into the background.

You watched Azriel with rapt attention as his fingers worked wonders inside you, driving you to the edge of ecstasy with each skillful thrust. Your hips instinctively met his movements, grinding against his hand in a desperate quest for release. Despite the intensity of the moment, Azriel's concentration remained focused elsewhere.

His shadows slithered through the room, silent and deadly, creeping toward their unsuspecting victims. One shadow had already retrieved Truthteller, waiting patiently for its master's command. As you soared to the peak of pleasure, your body convulsing with the force of your climax, you released a torrent of ecstasy, squirting all over Azriel's hand and leathers.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice a low growl of satisfaction as he allowed you to use his fingers to ride out your orgasm. But as you basked in the afterglow, the lust in Azriel's eyes gave way to a chilling darkness. With deliberate slowness, he withdrew his fingers from you, straightening his back as he met your gaze. Parting his lips, he slowly sucked the remnants of your arousal from his fingers, cleaning them off with a deliberate thoroughness.

And then, in the blink of an eye, he unleashed his wrath upon the twisted individuals in the room. His shadows surged forward, wrapping around the unsuspecting males, snapping their bones with lethal precision. Some shadows slithered into their lungs, suffocating them with tendrils of darkness. Truthteller gleamed in his hand as he swiftly dispatched nearly all of them, their bodies falling lifeless to the ground within seconds. But he saved the one who had dared to touch your wings earlier for last. As the man's eyes widened in fear, Azriel loomed over him, his Siphons glowing bright with unleashed power.

"You filthy male," Azriel's voice was ice-cold, his words dripping with contempt as he confronted the perpetrator. "Enjoy watching helpless Fae get violated?" With lightning speed, he caught the man's wrists, his shadows swirling around them as the room was consumed by darkness.

For each finger he severed with Truthteller, Azriel delivered a damning sentence. "This one," he intoned with chilling precision, "is for touching her wings."

“This one," he hissed with lethal intent, "is for the innocence you defiled." The blade sliced through flesh and bone effortlessly, leaving a trail of severed digits in its wake.

With each finger severed, Azriel's voice grew colder, more menacing. "And this one," he continued, his tone dripping with venom, "is for the fear you inflicted." The man's agonized screams filled the room, mingling with the sound of metal meeting flesh.

As the bloodied fingers littered the ground, Azriel's gaze bore into the man's soul, his eyes ablaze with righteous fury. "Remember this," he spat, his voice a low, ominous rumble, "for every drop of her pain, you will pay tenfold." Azriel's grip tightened around Truthteller as he gazed down at the mutilated figure before him. With a swift, calculated motion, he brought the blade down once more, severing the man's remaining hand with grim determination. "Shame that I cannot take my time with you," he muttered, his voice devoid of mercy, as he plunged Truthteller through the man's throat.

While the male gurgled and choked on his own blood, Azriel withdrew the blade with a steely resolve. With a final, lethal thrust, he ensured the man's demise, his shadows already dispersing to scout the building for any remaining threats and to locate proper attire for you both. Breathing heavily, Azriel attempted to quell the raging storm of fury within him, the splatter of blood marring his face and clothes serving as a grim reminder of the savagery he had unleashed. In that moment, he longed for the confines of his torture chamber in Hewn City, where he could have taken his time with these vile creatures.

A soft cry pierced the air, drawing Azriel's attention. With a start, he turned to find you on the ground, trembling on all fours, the remnants of your once-white dress clinging to your form. With swift, purposeful strides, he approached you, his expression unreadable as he assessed your condition. Blood and tears mingled on your face, your trembling form a testament to the horrors you had endured.

Kneeling beside you, Azriel reached out a hand, his touch surprisingly gentle as he brushed aside strands of hair plastered to your sweat-soaked skin. "Are you hurt?" he asked, his voice soft but laced with an undercurrent of concern. Despite the fury still raging within him, a flicker of something akin to tenderness sparked in his eyes as he gazed upon you.

Without waiting for your response, he moved to free you from the remnants of the torn dress and chains, his movements efficient but careful. As the fabric fell away, revealing the bruises and welts marring your skin, a surge of anger welled up within him once more. "I'll get you out of here," he vowed, his tone firm.

With a deft motion, he wrapped his cloak around you that his shadows had brought, shielding you from prying eyes and offering a semblance of protection against the chill of the night. "Hold on to me," he instructed, his voice commanding yet oddly comforting. "We're leaving this place, and I won't let anyone harm you further."

Rising to his feet, Azriel gathered you into his arms, holding you close as he carried you from the chamber of horrors. As you clung to him, he swore to himself that he would never let anyone hurt you again.

Azriel winnowed you to the inn they had booked a room in three days prior, the exertion causing him to stumble slightly upon arrival. Despite his weariness, he carried you with care to the bathroom, settling you down before running a bath. Your silence weighed heavily in the air, your gaze fixed ahead as if lost in the depths of your own thoughts.

"I'm so sorry you had to endure this," you finally spoke, the words heavy with emotion.

Rushing to your side, Azriel gently cradled your face in his hands, his heart aching at the sight of your pain. "No, love, it's me who should be apologizing," he murmured, disbelief coloring his tone. "I failed to protect you, and I let those monsters lay a hand on you."

Your eyes shimmered with unshed tears as you shook your head, a soft sigh escaping your lips. "It wasn't your fault," you insisted, your voice barely above a whisper. "We were both in that situation together." Leaning in, he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I promise to make it up to you," he vowed, his voice laced with determination. "Starting with getting you cleaned up and taking care of you."

Feeling the lingering effects of the drug, you sank into the warm water with Azriel's assistance, trying to hide the discomfort that still gnawed at your senses. Despite your efforts, the telltale signs of your distress were evident to him, your body tensing at the slightest touch, your skin still flushed with fever.

Azriel noticed your unease, his brows furrowing in concern as he observed your strained movements. Gently, he reached out, his touch feather-light as he brushed a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "Easy, love," he murmured soothingly, his voice a soft reassurance. "I'm here with you. Just relax, and let the water ease away the pain." Though his words offered comfort, you couldn't shake the lingering discomfort that coursed through your body. Despite your best efforts to hide it, Azriel's keen gaze didn't miss a thing, his eyes filled with empathy as he watched you struggle to find solace in the water's embrace.

With a gentle hand, he began to massage your shoulders, his touch tender yet firm as he worked to alleviate the tension that gripped your muscles. Gradually, you felt the knots begin to loosen, the warmth of the water seeping into your bones and offering a fleeting sense of relief. As Azriel massaged your shoulders, you couldn't suppress a slight whimper, the tension in your body betraying the pain that still lingered within you. Heat flooded your cheeks as you immediately apologized, feeling embarrassed by your body's involuntary response.

Azriel's movements faltered slightly at the sound, his senses heightened by the scent of your arousal that filled the air. Swallowing hard, he fought to keep his own desires in check, the tension between you palpable in the confined space of the bathroom.

You stuttered slightly as you tried to explain, your words coming out in fragmented whispers. "I'm sorry... I just..." Another whimper escaped your lips as you curled into yourself, pulling your legs to your chest in a feeble attempt to shield yourself from the discomfort that still plagued you. "It still hurts."

Azriel paused for a moment, the weight of your words sinking in as he contemplated his next move. When he spoke again, his voice was raspy and deep, tinged with sincerity. "Do you want me to help?" Your eyes widened at the question, your body trembling slightly as you shook your head. "Please don't do this because you pity me," you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper.

Furrowing his brow, Azriel leaned forward slightly, his gaze locking with yours. "Believe me," he murmured, his tone firm and unwavering. "Me fucking you would have nothing to do with pity." His words hung heavy in the air, filled with conviction and a promise of something more profound than mere sympathy. As you met his gaze, your pupils blown and cheeks flushed, uncertainty still lingered in your eyes. Azriel noticed, and in that moment of vulnerability, he bared his own desires to you.

"If you had asked, I would have fucked you right there on that table," he confessed, his voice low and filled with raw desire. "No hesitation. No remorse. Just us." He paused, his gaze intense as he continued, his words tinged with a hint of need. "And I would have taken my sweet time, making you forget any other male you've ever been with. I would have tasted every inch of you, every drop of your arousal, until you were begging for release."

He swallowed hard, his eyes burning into yours. "And afterwards," he added, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "I would have savored the sight of you, laying there, fucked out and trembling, as I licked my cum from your cunt." As he voiced his desires, your body responded instinctively, a low moan escaping your lips, anticipation coursing through you. The tension between you grew thick. In the heat of the moment, you couldn't resist expressing your own desires, your words dripping with longing and want. "I want you, Azriel," you murmured, your voice laced with need. "I want you to fuck me until I can't think straight, until I'm begging you to stop."

Without hesitation, your lips crashed into his, a desperate hunger igniting between you. The kiss was fierce, fueled by longing and desire. You surged from the bath, water splashing around you, and pressed your wet, naked body against his chest. He groaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating between your lips. Prying your lips open with his, his tongue ventured forth into your mouth, exploring every inch of you, as if he was trying to commit it to memory. "Shit, you have no idea how much you infuriate me," his voice rumbled deep in his chest. He pulls you from the bath then, hiking you up in his arms, hands on your thighs as you wrap your legs around his middle. "How effortlessly you occupy so much space in my mind."

As he carries you, your bodies pressed tightly together, Azriel's breath comes in ragged gasps, his eyes dark with desire as he gazes into yours. "Gods, the restraint it took to keep myself from you," he confesses, his voice thick with emotion. "Every time I looked at you, on missions, during training... I wanted nothing more than to rip the clothes off your body and fuck you right then and there, for everyone to see."

His admission hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the heat of your desire. You can feel the intensity of his longing radiating from him, igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume you both.

"And you, my love," he continues, his voice husky with desire, "the strength you possess, the way you could best me in one-on-one combat training... It drove me mad with desire, the urge to ravish you, to claim you as mine."

With each word, his voice grows more fervent, his grip on you tightening as he carries you toward the bed. "I couldn't bear the thought of hurting you," he admits, his tone laced with regret. "So I distanced myself, buried my desires deep within, but now..." He trails off, his eyes locking with yours, a hunger burning within them that mirrors your own.

"Now," he whispers, his voice barely more than a breathy murmur, "I can't hold back any longer. I need you, more than I've ever needed anything in my life." And with that, he lays you gently on the bed, his gaze never leaving yours as he begins to shed his own clothes, his movements urgent and desperate.

As he discards his pants, his cock springs free, slapping against his toned stomach. You gasp at the sight, salivating at the thought of wrapping your lips around the silky skin of his member. Crawling forward on the bed, you meet him at the edge where he still stands, your hunger evident in your gaze as you look up at him.

"I know I'm still influenced by the drug, and I'm incredibly aroused. I can practically feel myself dripping onto the bedsheets right now," you confess. His eyes darken at your admission, wandering over your form kneeling before him, lingering on your dripping core. "But believe me when I tell you that I have fantasized about this moment so many times, Azriel."

Biting your bottom lip slightly, you part your lips shortly after. "I want to pleasure you, to taste your beautiful cock, feel it glide down my throat, and I want you to use my mouth." God, your shameless words cause a faint blush to creep up his cheeks, his dark hair still disheveled from the day's events.

His cock twitches in anticipation as you confess your desires, your words sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine. "I want you, Azriel," you continue, your voice low and sultry, "I need to taste you, to feel you fill my mouth and fuck me."

His own arousal surges to new heights at your shameless admission, his gaze locked on your lips, parted and inviting. "Then take me," he growls, his voice rough with need, "show me how much you want it." And with that, he guides himself to your waiting lips, his cock throbbing with anticipation as he presses against your tongue.

As you lower your mouth towards him, you flatten your tongue, tracing a strong strip up his long shaft, relishing the taste and texture of his skin. Your movements are deliberate, teasing, as you kitten-lick at his throbbing head, savoring every twitch and shudder that runs through his body.

Opening your mouth further, you eagerly suck him into your warmth, feeling him harden even more within your mouth. Your lips form a tight seal around him as you take him deeper, inch by inch, until he hits the back of your throat. You relax your throat muscles, taking him in completely, reveling in the feeling of fullness and the primal sounds of pleasure that escape him.

Your tongue dances around him, swirling and caressing, as you bob your head rhythmically, matching the pace of his rising desire. His hands find their way into your hair, threading through the strands as he guides your movements, urging you on with gentle pressure.

Each suction sends a wave of pleasure coursing through him, and you drink in every drop of his arousal, your own desire building with each passing moment. You're lost in the intoxicating rhythm of give and take, completely consumed by the need to pleasure him, to taste him, to feel him pulsing against your tongue.

As your lips wrap around him, Azriel grits his teeth, his eyes locked on you with a fierce intensity. He watches intently as you graze your teeth over the vein along his shaft, a deliberate tease that elicits a low growl from deep within his chest. He knows you're testing him, pushing him to the edge, and he can feel the tension coiling tighter with each passing second.

"You take me so well," he grunts through clenched teeth, his voice strained with desire. "Sucking my cock like that, driving me insane."

But as you continue to tease him, grazing your teeth and tongue over his sensitive skin, he feels himself reaching his limit. With a warning growl, he tightens his grip on your hair, his voice laced with a hint of desperation. "Keep teasing me like that, and I'll snap. I won't be able to hold back."

Your groan around his cock, a mischievous glint in your eyes, pushes him over the edge. With a growl of frustration, he releases you with a pop, watching as you smile innocently at him before flattening your tongue to lick up his shaft again. "You little minx," he breathes, his tone a mixture of frustration and desire. "You brought this upon yourself."

With that, he loses control, gripping your throat tightly as he uses your mouth for his own pleasure. His hips snap harshly, fucking your throat with an urgency that leaves you gasping for air. He can feel your gag reflex kicking in, but he doesn't relent, pushing you to your limits as he drives himself closer to the edge. "That's it, princess," he speaks through gritted teeth, his voice strained with need. "Take it all. You know you want it."

As he only pulls out when your eyes well with tears, gagging around him again, your jaw slack and drooling all over your chin, a string of saliva connects your mouth still to the tip of his cock as he retreats, chest heaving. He caresses your cheek, his touch gentle yet possessive, before dipping down to grab your chin with his thumb.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice a husky whisper as he gazes down at you. "So hungry for my cock. Bet your cunt is already waiting for me to bury myself inside it."

A whimper escapes your lips at his words, and he smirks down at you, the corners of his lips curling into a wicked grin. "Open your mouth again," he commands, guiding your head to lean back a bit as he slips his cock back into your warm mouth. He moans sinfully as he sheathes his cock into your willing mouth, the sensation sending shivers down his spine.

"Knees apart," he orders, his voice firm yet laced with desire, and you obey without hesitation, shifting to part your legs. You gasp around his length when you feel a cool touch on your thighs, sliding up your body. Your eyes widen in surprise when you realize he is using his shadows on you, and his smirk grows wider.

Your breath hitches as you feel friction between your legs, the shadows brushing against your clit, sliding through your wet heat. "You filthy thing," he chuckles lowly, his voice a dark whisper. "You like that," he states, groaning when your moan sends vibrations through his cock, intensifying the pleasure coursing through him. Your drugged form, heightened senses and all, nearly reaches the peak of ecstasy when one of his hands falls to knead one of your breasts and a shadow brushes over one of your wings softly. With a gasp, you pull back, your body shaking with need.

"Fuck, Azriel," you pant, your voice laced with desperation. "I need you inside of me." A wicked grin spreads across his lips as he looks down at you, his eyes smoldering with desire. "You want me to fill you up, don't you?" he growls, his voice dripping with raw lust. "You want my cock stretching you out, pounding into you until you can't take it anymore."

Your breath catches in your throat at his words, desire coursing through you like wildfire. "Yes," you whimper, your voice barely more than a needy whisper. "Please, Azriel, I need you to fuck me hard." He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he murmurs, "I'm going to make you scream my name, darling. You're going to beg for more, beg for me to never stop."

He lifts you slightly, guiding you as he turns you around, bending you over until you're on all fours, your wings fluttering with excitement. With a hand placed between your wings on your spine, he presses down, arching your back.

"God, you're gorgeous," he murmurs, admiring the sight before him. Using his knee, he nudges your legs apart, positioning himself behind you. "You're absolutely soaked."

Collecting some of your slick with his cock, he slides through your wet cunt, coating himself in your arousal. Your loud whine fills the air as you feel him grind into you. "Azriel," you moan his name, gasping when a harsh slap lands on your right ass cheek, leaving a handprint behind. Your pussy pulses with desire as you try to rub yourself against his hardness. "Fuck me," you seethe, your voice dripping with need.

He obliges, plunging into you with a force that sends your body reeling forward. You curse loudly as he inches deeper, until he's completely buried in your cunt, hitting your cervix. Azriel twitches at the tightness around him. "Shit, you're so tight," he groans, the intensity of the moment overwhelming both of you.

With a primal need driving him, Azriel begins to move within you, each thrust growing more relentless than the last. His hips collide with yours in a rhythm that's both punishing and intoxicating, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the room.

Your body responds eagerly to his every move, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. Your moans fill the air, a symphony of desire that spurs him on further. Azriel's grip tightens on your hips as he sets a punishing pace, his cock delving deep into your slick heat with each powerful thrust.

The sensation is overwhelming, pleasure coursing through your veins like fire. Your nails dig into the sheets as you surrender to the ecstasy of his touch, your body arching against him in a desperate bid for more. As Azriel's thrusts grow more fervent, he groans, his voice strained with desire. "You feel so good," he pants, his breath hot against your skin. "You take me so well."

You respond with a needy whimper, your fingers clawing at the sheets beneath you. "Harder," you plead, your voice barely more than a breathy whisper. "Please, Azriel, fuck me harder." He grunts in response, his movements becoming more forceful as he drives into you with unrestrained passion. "Like this?" he growls, his voice rough with need as he increases the tempo of his thrusts.

You can only moan in response, the pleasure overwhelming as he takes you to new heights of ecstasy. "Yes," you gasp, your voice trembling with desire. "Just like that." With each powerful thrust, you feel yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion, the pleasure building to a crescendo that threatens to consume you. "I'm close," you whimper, your voice filled with urgency. "So close, Azriel."

He grunts in response, his own release drawing near. "Come for me," he urges, his voice low and husky as he drives into you with unbridled passion. "Let go, my love. Let me feel you." With a cry of ecstasy, you shatter beneath him, waves of pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave. "Azriel!" you gasp, your voice echoing in the room as you succumb to the overwhelming sensation.

"I'm not done with you," he coos, withdrawing from you with a determined gleam in his eyes. In one fluid motion, he shifts positions, effortlessly lifting you into his arms as if you weigh nothing. "I need to look at you while I make you come again." Your breath catches in your throat as Azriel's commanding voice fills the room, sending shivers down your spine. You cling to him as he effortlessly lifts you, feeling weightless in his embrace, your legs draped over his shoulders.

The sensation of being held by him, of being completely at his mercy, ignites a fire within you as he plunges into you with a primal hunger. With each powerful thrust, you cling to him desperately, your nails digging into his skin as you surrender yourself to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your veins.

You gasp, your voice echoing in the room as he drives into you with unrelenting force. "Please, Azriel, don't stop." He grunts in response, his movements growing more frenzied as he takes you to the brink of ecstasy once more. "I won't," he growls, his voice thick with lust as he pistons into you with intensity. In the heat of the moment, Azriel's movements become more frenzied, his muscles straining as he drives into you with an unyielding passion. Your body quivers with each powerful thrust, the intensity of his gaze locking you in a mesmerizing trance.

The room swirls with shadows, dancing in a frenetic display of their master's passion. Beads of sweat form on Azriel's forehead, his brows furrowed in concentration as he maintains eye contact with you, his hazel eyes ablaze with desire.

Curses escape his lips as he nears the edge, his rhythm relentless as he repeatedly strikes that sweet spot deep within you. Your head falls back in ecstasy, your entire being consumed by the raw intensity of his thrusts, the sound of his balls slapping against your skin adding to the symphony of pleasure.

With a primal scream, you climax again, your essence gushing around him as you convulse in ecstasy. Wetness cascades down his legs as you drown him in the waves of your release. When you lock eyes with him again, you see the turmoil reflected in his gaze, the desire for release warring with the need to control.

As he begins to slow, ready to withdraw, you refuse to let him pull away. Your voice cuts through the haze of passion, commanding and insistent. "No," you declare, your tone leaving no room for argument. "I want you to fill me. I want every last drop of you."

A mix of desire and determination flashes in Azriel's eyes as he succumbs to your command. With a growl, he thrusts into you one final time, burying himself deep within your core as he spills his essence into you with abandon.

Azriel's breath is ragged against your skin, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his release as he continues to grind into you, riding out the waves of his orgasm. You both pant heavily, lost in the intoxicating embrace of each other's warmth.

In the quiet of the room, the steady ticking of time seems to slow, the rhythm of your hearts gradually synchronizing as you revel in the aftermath of your passionate union. With each passing moment, the remnants of the drug that once clouded your senses dissipate, leaving you both in a state of serene clarity. Suddenly, Rhys's urgent voice breaks through the tranquility, invading Azriel's mind with a sense of urgency. Azriel's grip tightens around your hip instinctively, his focus momentarily pulled away from the blissful moment you share. "Brother, where are you? Is everything fine?" Rhys's concern reverberates in his mental voice, a stark reminder of the dangers that still loom beyond the sanctuary of your embrace.

Azriel's response is curt, his mental voice tinged with irritation as he struggles to maintain his composure amidst the lingering ecstasy. "Yes," he confirms, the word clipped with impatience as he tries to convey his need for privacy.

Relief floods Rhys's voice at the reassurance, but Azriel can sense his brother's lingering worry. "Gods, what happened, I wasn't able to reach you," Rhys presses, his concern palpable even through their mental connection. Azriel's annoyance bubbles to the surface, his desire to savor the aftermath of your passion momentarily overshadowed by the intrusion of reality. With a low growl, he sends a brusque reply, his focus returning to the warmth of your body pressed against his. "I'm kind of busy right now, Rhys," he grumbles, his tone a mixture of irritation and longing as he tunes out the outside world, fully immersed in the intoxicating sensation of being buried deep inside you.

A brief pause follows Azriel's curt response, the tension in the mental connection palpable as Rhys gathers his thoughts. Then, with a hint of playful sarcasm, Rhys's voice echoes in Azriel's mind. "Ah, I see. Busy indeed," Rhys remarks, his tone laden with amusement and a touch of mischief, his words carrying a knowing undertone that hints at his awareness of Azriel's current state of affairs.

Azriel's jaw clenches slightly at the teasing remark, his irritation flickering momentarily before being replaced by a begrudging amusement. He shoots back a mental retort, his tone dry and laced with exasperation. "Do you mind? I'm in the middle of something here," he replies, a hint of playfulness seeping into his mental voice despite his attempt to maintain an air of annoyance.

Rhys's laughter rings in Azriel's mind, a warm and familiar sound that serves as a reminder of the unbreakable bond between them. "Carry on, brother,”

With a soft sigh, Azriel shifts his head, planting tender kisses along the curve of your neck, the warmth of his lips sending shivers down your spine. He hums softly against your skin, his movements deliberate and gentle as he relishes the intimacy of the moment. Pulling back slightly, he meets your gaze, a knowing look reflected in your eyes.

"Rhys?" you inquire, a hint of curiosity lacing your voice. Azriel's expression darkens slightly at the mention of his brother's name, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. "Yes, but I'd rather not have my brother's name on your lips while my cock is still buried deep inside your cunt," he replies, his voice low and husky, his gaze intense as he holds your gaze.

You chuckle softly at his response, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes as you playfully tease him. "Fair enough," you concede, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. Azriel's frown deepens momentarily before giving way to a smirk of his own.

He kisses you once more, his lips lingering against yours before he slides out of you, gently setting you back down on your feet. As you stand there together, still caught in the aftermath, you decide to address the elephant in the room. "This doesn't have to be a one-time thing, you know," you say, your voice soft but resolute, seeking clarity in the midst of the intimacy you've shared. Azriel meets your gaze, his expression serious yet filled with a hint of vulnerability.

"I don't want it to be," he responds, his voice a low murmur, his eyes locking with yours as he lays bare his desires and intentions. "Good," you state, a sense of satisfaction in your voice.

"Good," he echoes, a soft smile playing on his lips as he gazes at you.

You move on shaky legs, his hand enveloping yours as you make your way to the bathroom together. "Now, I really want to clean up," you state, casting a playful glance over your shoulder at him. "But there's room for two sets of wings in the tub."

His body responds immediately, his eyes darkening once again as he takes in the sway of your hips while you lead the way to the bathroom, a lingering gaze on your bare ass.

"We're not returning for another day. Something came up," he sends out to Rhys, already on your heels as you chase each other into the bath.

"Sure you do, brother," Rhys's voice comes through, laced with amusement. "Just don't forget she still has to fly back home."

The flight back home indeed turned out to be quite difficult.

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