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kings-writes · 1 month ago

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Focus On Me

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Summery: NightOwl doesnt like the games you play

Fem-leaning reader x Nightowl

CW: possessive Nightowl, jealousy, and you getting your back broken like a glow stick ft. some pet names- both degrading and praising.

Word Count: 2,191 words

Note: IM REPOSTING THIS BUT IT WAS PRETTY POPULAR IM SORRY 18+ MDNI

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Nightowl…well..he isn't happy.

Not. One. Bit.

You two have been together for two years since the server and living together for one when he ran into a small problem.

You pay attention to these dating sims more than him.

To you this is exaggerative, since you spend quite literally every second with him when he is home with you between your jobs, but to him? This was mutiny!

Why was he upset thought?

Let me tell you, dear reader.

He had walked in, expecting your presence after a long day at work to kiss him as per routine- one he looked forward to, mind you- and you weren't here. It had been your day off and though he doesn't mind how you spend your time, he is getting increasingly pouty at the new hobby you have developed over the last couple of weeks- one that has him hearing you squeal and fawn over almost exclusively.

You got your hands onto some dating sims.

Now typically he can reign in the bitter taste of jealousy on his tongue, usually being dispelled by cuddle sessions and kisses that make him feel like he was in cloud nine, but you haven't noticed the pouts, the dramatic, exasperated sighs, not even the childish whine of your name got your attention. What was a man to do?

When you finally grace your forlorn boyfriend your attention, you smile, your eyes lighting up as you turned your computer screen to him. On screen was a game you spent most of your days on, Andromeda Six, and you excitedly prattled on about a character he cant recall- not when you looked absolutely awestruck by the roguish good-looks of some blue-eyes assassin in the game. The green-eyed monster in him that was supposed to be kept back broke off its leash.

He will show you who deserves your attention more.

Nightowl stepped to you, unusually quiet, not that you noticed. Too sucked into your explanation, you didnt notice the dark look in his eyes, the set in his jaw and the furrow in his brow.

You didnt notice, that is, until his fingers brought your chin up, your cheeks flushing at the dark look in his eyes and he noticed when you rubbed your thighs together, a low chuckle on his lips. What happened to your boyfriend?

His fingers ran over your jaw and up to your hair, which he ran through before pulling you closer to him, lips brushing against yours.

Oh did you fuck up if ever. You liked it.

Your shaky breath landed on his lips, eyes going from his to his own lips and back, liking this side of him.

“You are mine- and I thought you knew I don't like to share.”

Before you could respond, his lips were pressed to yours, lips moving against his in slow movements. His hands dipped to your waist, a possessiveness in the way he grips you tightly, pulling you in close. He was always selfish with you- wanting your attention on him at all moments, and you were always willing to give it to him.

He backed you up, cornering you into the wall and pressing you against it, your hips pressed against the wall and your head falling back with a dulled thud, not that you minded. Not when your boyfriend’s hands felt so good against you, leaving a trail of goosebumps down your back.

He pulled back, panting against your lips as his brown eyes warmed you up, setting your cheeks red hot from the glint there.

He pulled you to your shared room, pulling at your shirt the entire time. As he backed you up against the door, he pulled you back into a searing kiss, hands wandering over your body. He knew your body like the back of his hand, knew the ways to get you weak and muddled in seconds, and today he wanted you desperate.

He opened the door and you two stumbled across the bedroom to your bed. The heat in the room was rising fast, yet the shudder when he pulled back felt cold without him there. He scooped you into his arms, gently tossing you onto the bed, in which he joined not even a minute later, straddling your waist and pushing up your shirt. His hands were warm tracing down your stomach, and the need knotting in your stomach is making you more than a little impatient.

Nightowl constantly complimented you, was never one to leave you without a kiss and a compliment coming off his lips, and even now his habit continued.

“You’re beautiful..” His brown eyes were softer, his voice a breathy whisper as he scanned over your face, his hands never stopping their traveling across your body.

You were a sight to behold to him- cheeks pink, eyes wide and glassy when he stared into them, body reactive to his warm touch- you were a dream come true to him. As his hands trailed lower, over your lower stomach and over where you needed him most, thighs squeezing his hand.

You were finding the feeling in your lower stomach was warming you, electric feelings shooting through you and stealing your breath. How could he manage to get you like this so easily? The way he stares at you, almost like you were nothing more than the tastiest dish he was ready to devour, and you were so into it.

Nightowl pushed off your shirt, licking over his teeth at the expanse of skin he was going to mark up, marring the skin with his teeth, his fingers, all to prove you were his.

His lips brushed along your jaw, the heat of his breath on you making you shiver, eyes fluttering shut as a noise left your throat, earning you a deep chuckle from him.

“That’s my good girl- go ahead. Let them hear.”

You are sure by now your thighs were soaked.

His lips pressed against the skin, sinking down to your neck, to which you felt the scrape of his teeth and you couldn't stop the stutter of your breath, caught by his ears. A smirk formed against you, teeth nipping against the expanse of your throat, small sucks and marks littering the unblemished canvas before him. His hands racked over your jeans, a trail blazing over you wherever his hands went, and you couldn’t focus on either, allowing yourself to press against him, desperate. You needed more, you needed him.

“Nightowl- please, don’t tease me like this.” Your voice was a hoarse whisper, one that was filled with need, and as he pulled back, he watched you with half-lidded eyes, raking over your flushed form.

“I don't know, princess. I will see if you really deserve it.”

He went back to leaving a trail of marks, undoing your bra and tossing it somewhere in the shared room, not thinking twice about it.

His lips went straight to your nipple, tongue lathering the bud and teeth grazing the skin, a hand cupping the other one, thumb running over it. Your breathing picked up, chest pressing up to him as your hands raked through his hair, pulling him as close as you could. When he pulled away, you whined, which pulled a wolfish smirk to his lips.

“Don’t worry, pet, I’ll make sure you feel good..after all, this body is all mine, right?”

The nod you gave him made him chuckle again.

He pulled back to take off his shirt, the dips of his chest making you lick over your lip, wanting to leave a few marks there yourself. You couldn't think anymore, however. Not when his fingers teased its way to unbuttoning your jeans and pushing them down, your thighs clamping shut at the exposure. You felt shy, like it was your first time.

“No, no, my pretty pet..I don't think so.” He taunted, voice like silk as he parted your legs, kissing along your thigh. Your fingers twitched, at first lying uselessly at your side when he sat up, before finding its way back to his hair, your breathing ragged and pulling him closer, letting out heavy pants. He was teasing you, you were sure of it.

He pulled back to peel your underwear off, the cold air hitting your wet core making you shiver. You watched him as he looked over your naked form, his eyes dark in want and possessiveness, a look you usually never see in him, but one that had you wanting more of it.

He placed himself on his stomach, lips lining up and pressing them against you, causing you to suck in a breath. Your chest rose and fell with your pants, and they picked up as you felt his lips, his tongue pull out high whines and cries from your lips, each breathy as your hips pressed up to him, pulling him by his hair.

He let out a low groan, eyes closed as he ate you out, almost like he was a starving man and you were the very definition of ambrosia if he could ever describe one. He has spent many a time between your legs, enjoying your helpless cries as you got pushed further and further over the edge. He loved the feeling of your hands in his hair, the desperate rolls of your hips, the way you look so thrown into pleasure because of HIM. He made you like this- he had you begging with stuttered breaths and wanton cries, and he knows he could bring you over the edge over and over so easily. Not today however. Today he will show you how good he could make you feel.

You whined when he pulled away, hips twitching from how close he got you so fast. You could never deny he made you lose your breath so easily when he ate you out like that, how good he was with his tongue, and it has had you in the throws of pleasure so frequently.

He sat up, your hands running over his chest before stopping at his pants, quickly unbuttoning the last few layers that kept him from being bare in front of you, your hands shaking as you sat up and helped him out of the heavy material. He pushed down his briefs, kicking them off and pinning you down to the bed, his dark eyes looking over you.

“My pretty, good girl.” His voice, a husky whisper, had you clamping your thighs together, your breathing hitched. He had your attention and he knew it. He leaned to the side table, digging in it to grab a condom and some lube, and you used the time to run your eyes over him.

His hair was sticking up in some places, face glistening from where he ate you out. Your thighs rubbed together at the thought, and he noticed. His hand gripped your thigh, parting them as he slid between them and putting on the condom, a low hiss on his lips while he poured the lube in his hands and rubbed over his cock. He looked up at you, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips.

You threw a leg over his waist, pulling him closer and he laughed into your lips, a breathy sound before he pulled back and, with another peck, he sunk into your heat, a groan in his throat. You felt so good around him, the delicious warmth was making his head spin, and he needed more of you now. All his, all his to mark. To make pretty with glassy eyes and shaky fingers in his hair.

You moaned, head falling back as your fingers dug into the planes of his shoulders, scratching down over his back as he started a quick, brutal pace, and you would scream if you could breathe. You felt hot- too hot, but in the best way as you let out warbling moans, pulled so deep in that you couldn't hear the words Nightowl was saying, barely making out the words ‘mine’ and ‘belong to me’ but you wouldn't have it any other way. He was right- you are his and he knew it so well.

He went to finish up the marks he left on your throat, licking over a spot as he panted against the skin, teeth sinking into the skin and drawing light blood, marking you for him, for anyone who doesn't know that you're taken. They will know now.

You were squirming, the onslaught of pleasure too much, the punched out moans and the tears gathering at the corner of your eyes telling signs of your climax coming too soon, too quick, and as it rips through you, its just as powerful as his thrusts, his hand on your waist to keep you close. You blanked out for a second, mind reeling from the feeling, your hands gripping his sides.

He loved being the one to make you feel like this, and he wasn’t going to let you out of this room, determined to get you to respond like that again and again. And again. And again. After all…

You were all his.

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