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I Do Bad Things with You - Part 36

Happy New Years, my loves! 🍾🎉 Wanted to start out the year with an update. It's hard to believe that this will be the final year of IDBTWY. I have several parts written out and I'm working on the remaining handful. Regular updates will be coming soon. I can't wait to share the rest of this story with you! Thanks for sticking with me on this journey. 💕

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Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassian’s nickname, Cash. 😘

Trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault , language, NSFW

Word Count: 15,683

It had been just over a month since Azriel’s return home and the two had been inseparable. Elain had thought that after their sexcapade, the desire, the need for him would have lessened, but once again, she found that she was incredibly wrong in her assumption.

They had just finished a second round for the evening on the couch after having a go on the kitchen counter. Azriel was still buried to the hilt, deep inside her as they fought to catch their breath when his phone started to ring.

Sliding a hand around her upper back to hold her close, he leaned over to snatch the device from the ground where it landed when it was knocked off the armrest.

Elain whimpered at the pull from his cock on her sensitive center. She had ridden him hard and fast tonight and was now feeling the effects of that ride.

“Easy, my love,” he murmured, kissing her hair.

She pressed her face into his neck, snuggling into his embrace, and inhaled his scent. Sweat mixed with midnight mist and cedar. It was so intoxicatingly him that it made her throb between her thighs; body practically begging to be wound up again.

His noise of concern had her pulling back to glance at his face, but found his eyes on his phone screen, lips drawn into a frown. “It’s your sister.”

Elain twisted her head to see which sister’s name appeared on the screen, but he already clicked answer and put the call on speaker.

“Hi, Feyre.”

Her sister’s cheerful voice filled the living room. “Hi, Az! Did I catch you at a bad time?”

They both looked down between their naked bodies to where his already re-hardening cock was still seated in her warm, wet pussy.

Elain had to bury her face into his shoulder to keep herself from laughing as Azriel said, “Not quite. What’s up?”

“I just wanted to let you know that the painting you purchased for your office is finished; however, I was hoping to show it at a gallery at the end of next week. Would it be okay to deliver it a few weeks from now?”

A painting? Elain didn’t know he had bought something new from her sister—though it shouldn’t have surprised her either. Az had Feyre’s artwork all over the place.

“Yes, of course, that’s fine.”

“Oh, great! Thank you! I wanted it to be the centerpiece of the show. Do you and Elain want to come?”

Golden amber eyes met hers.

When? She mouthed at him.

“When and what time?” he asked her.

“It’s next Friday at seven. The usual place.”

Feyre had her own gallery now that she was a world-famous artist. She hosted all her showings there; had paintings constantly on display and for sale. It made Elain so happy to see her little sister go from painting on their dressers to painting for celebrities. Her work went for thousands. Sometimes more.

Returning to the conversation at hand, she did her mental calendar in her head, running through her shift schedule, and nodded.

“Yeah, I think we can make that,” Az told Feyre.

“Yay! I’m so happy to hear it. Okay, well, that’s all I needed to ask you. Thanks, Az!”

Elain held up her finger at him. “Hey, Feyre!” she called.

Seemingly startled by her sister’s voice, she stuttered, “Y—yes? Hi Elain. Sorry, I didn’t realize you were there.”

Azriel, deeming himself done with the conversation, attached his lips to her neck and gently sucked at the skin.

It made it difficult to concentrate on her sister, but Elain focused. “It’s fine. Hey, what’s the attire for this gallery?”

“Semi-formal typically.”

She sighed. “I figured. I have nothing to wear unless I pull out the same dress again.”

That made Azriel stop his ministrations to look at her, but before he could say anything, Feyre beat him to it.

“I was actually going to ask if you wanted to go to lunch with Nesta and me this weekend. Maybe we can go dress shopping and make a day of it? Are you off shift?”

Elain blinked, startled by the invite. The sisters hadn’t done things together in years, not like this. Lunch and shopping? That was something Feyre did with Mor.

Azriel placed his hand on her the base of her throat, letting his thumb swoop over her skin in a soothing gesture, just giving her the notion of his presence.

“Um, yeah. That sounds great.”

“Perfect. I’ll text Nesta and confirm. Thanks, guys. Oh, and next time, feel free to just let me go to voicemail so I’m not interrupting you.”

Elain’s face went as red as a tomato. “What?”

Her sister snorted. “Please. I know when I’m disturbing two people in the middle of that. You could’ve just called me back when you were finished.”

“Feyre!” she hissed.

Azriel leaned his head down to brush his mouth over her fluttering pulse. He licked her skin, tugging it between his lips.

She had to fight the moan working its way up her throat. Her toes curled in pleasure.

A scoff. “I can hear him sucking on you right now.”

“She’s not wrong,” Az breathed.

“Azriel!”

“Gross. On that note. I’m hanging up. I’ll text next time. Bye, you two. Have fun.”

The line went dead.

Az tossed his phone back onto the ground, latching his mouth around her nipple.

“You’re a scoundrel,” Elain murmured, fingers sliding into his hair.

He smiled against her breast, sucking deeply. “Would you like me to stop,” he asked, biting down lightly on the tip.

She groaned, head falling back and allowing her golden-brown hair to cascade down her back. “You better fucking not.”

Chuckling, Azriel continued to worship her until they were both utterly exhausted and fell asleep tangled in bed later that evening.

~~~~~

Elain was finishing up getting ready for her shopping trip. She pulled out a deep blue sweater dress that had been sitting in her closet for the last couple of years, and a pair of black ankle boots. It was perfect for the fall season, even if it was a little old—it was comfortable. And easy to slip on and off when they were trying things on.

She wasn’t sure how today was going to go. Elain hadn’t been shopping with her sisters in years. Actually, not since high school when she went looking for a prom dress. Nesta had been less than enthused the entire time and Feyre was just excited to have been invited. The whole experience was an ordeal, to say the least.

Azriel was in the kitchen as she made her way downstairs, a cup of coffee resting in his palm. He was reading what looked like a stack of papers, likely for work when he glanced up and smiled at her. “You look lovely, Elain.”

She peeked down at herself, face blushing. “Thank you, Az.”

He got up, coming over to her to brush a kiss on her cheek. Reaching into his back pocket, he slipped out his wallet and handed her a sleek-looking black credit card.

Elain glanced between the outstretched piece of plastic and his face. “What are you doing?”

“Take this. I want to buy your dress.”

She looked at the card like it had personally offended her. “I can’t just take your credit card, Azriel.”

He raised an unimpressed brow. “Why not?”

“Because!” she stated though she didn’t elaborate.

Az sighed. “Look, I know how Feyre and Nesta shop and they’re going to hit places that you would probably never step foot into because that’s not how you would spend your money. I’m not telling you to go on a five-thousand-dollar shopping spree—though you could if you wanted to, I wouldn’t mind if you did—but I want you to take my card and use it for whatever you want to buy today.”

Oh gods, this man. Still, Elain hesitated. “What if you need this today?” she tried.

He scoffed. “I have five others with varying lines of credit still in my wallet. I’ll manage without it.”

She blinked, mouth opening in disbelief. Good lord! She knew Az had money, but coming to terms with the reality of it still sometimes struck her like a slap to the face.

“Please, El. I want you to do this. You deserve to treat yourself to something nice.”

Damn him. She rolled her eyes. “Is it really treating myself if you’re paying for it?” she asked, finally taking the card from his fingers.

An arrogant smirk toyed on his lips. “Would you like me to put you on the account so you’ll technically be paying for it?”

Elain poked him in the chest. “Don’t you fucking dare.” The thought of having access to that kind of money made her head spin. She would really be a gold digger if she even remotely allowed it.

“Don’t,” he said, voice going cold. “Don’t fucking call yourself those names. I can see the words on your face.” Azriel stepped into her space, crowding her until she had to tip her head back to maintain eye contact. “This isn’t about the money, Elain. That’s not what this relationship is about. Stop letting what he said control this.” He took her hand and cradled it against his chest. “Our relationship is more than that. Our love is more than that. I know it, you know it. Forget what others may think and remember that. I hate that you even consider those thoughts about yourself.”

He was right and she knew it. Elain hated that she let Graysen’s words manipulate how she viewed herself, and her dynamic with Azriel for so long when she knew how wrong it was. Their bond was formed from history. From the hurdles they conquered together. And from a love that she had never seen before. Not in books or movies, real life or make-believe. Nothing had ever compared to what she had with Azriel. And that should’ve been her first clue that those words couldn’t touch her.

So, she took a deep breath, pulled them from the innermost parts of her heart where they had been sitting since he spat them at her, and breathed them out. Out of her heart, out of her soul, out of her life.

Elain slid her palm up his chest to curve it around his nape, rising on her tiptoes so she could bring his head down for a slow, sweet kiss. One he reciprocated in kind. It was a gentle, brush of lips. Nothing to set her skin on fire, but it did make her heart pound in her chest. “You’re right,” she admitted, thumb sweeping over his jaw. “I have been living with his words as a brand on my skin for too long and it was time to let it go. Thank you, Az. I needed to hear that.”

He nudged his nose into hers affectionately. “I just want you happy, Elain.”

“I am happy. You make me happy. So incredibly happy. Don’t think that you don’t.” She kissed him again, feeling the need to reassure him that she was as blissfully content with him and this relationship as she claimed.

His palms spread across her back, holding her to him, and he likely would’ve pushed it further had the elevator doors not pinged open revealing her sisters, Cerridwen, and Fenrys.

They broke apart, but Az kept a firm arm snaked around her waist, holding her flush against him.

“Jesus Christ,” Feyre muttered. “I got the audible version the other night and now I get to see the live-action?”

Her boyfriend shot the younger Archeron a glare. “Seems fitting since I got quite a view of your video production.”

“You what?” Nesta exclaimed.

Elain was just as bewildered.

Feyre’s cheeks reddened. “That was supposed to remain a secret,” she hissed. Those blue eyes turned on her. “Are you sure I can’t convince you to end things with him?”

She felt Azriel tense beside her.

But Elain just patted his chest. “No, I’m afraid not. I’m quite taken with him.”

He relaxed slightly, kissing the top of her head.

“Before I hear any more horror stories of my sisters and my brothers-in-law, can we go now?” Nesta demanded, already heading back for the elevator.

She turned to him, wanting to reassure him over Feyre’s comment. “It was a joke, what she said.” Elain kept her voice low to not let the others overhear her.

“I know. Just took me a bit by surprise.” His face turned a bit devious. “Do me a favor, pay for lunch today on that card.”

Elain raised a brow. “Why?”

“It’s my petty revenge on Nesta. She hates when I swoop in and buy dinners and shit.”

She crossed her arms. “And why are you exacting petty revenge on my older sister, dare I ask?”

He chuckled. “The year that they snuck around in high school…Cash and I shared a bedroom wall—”

“Stop!” Elain held up a hand. “That’s enough. I’ll buy lunch.”

Laughing, he descended upon her for another stolen kiss. “Have fun. Call me if you have any issues. Love you.”

She pulled from his arms. “Love you too.”

~~~

“Tell me again why we have two bodyguards with us?” Nesta asked as they perused one of the shops in the mall. They had to drive into Hewn City to hit some of the larger, more fashion-forward, high-end stores.

The Hewn family came from very old money. The original settlers in the area named it after themselves—because of course they would. Since then, they’ve built it up into a bustling, glittering city. And while the family itself no longer technically owned the land, they still held power and sway in the politics and policies of its citizens. The fact that Elias was one of them and Az was merged with them when he built his empire still sometimes rattled her brain.

He had explained some of it to her not that long ago, giving her a very brief overview of the Mob life and power hold. Elain had deemed it necessary for her to have this information since they were together, and Az was quick to agree.

But she had to give it to the Hewn family. They knew how and where to put their money.

Azriel had also been one hundred percent right about the types of places that her sisters would be shopping in. They were completely out of her comfort zone price-wise, but she didn’t dare voice that out loud. Instead, she searched for discount racks, which turned out, there were none.

Elain glanced in her elder sister’s direction. “They’re just to provide security.” She and Az had discussed having them tag along for this shopping trip. If they were sticking to Velaris, then he agreed that they’d be okay to go alone. But Hewn City was just over an hour away and Azriel was hesitant about not having any sort of security precautions around.

“A rumor has spread about you in the underworld,” he had told her. “Of your existence. I’m assuming it’s Elias starting shit and nothing has come of it, but Hewn is out of my territory—”

“Your territory?” she raised a brow.

“Yes, where my word is law. Someone gets a whiff of three Archerons entering the city of Hewn alone…I’m almost afraid to think of what they might attempt.”

The statement left her reeling. His word was law. She supposed she should get used to that given she was dating the head of a Mob. Jesus. That’s not a sentence Elain thought she’d ever say to herself. “Why don’t you come with us?”

He trailed his fingers over her bare back. “My presence invites challenge. While I would prefer to be there over sending somebody, I may draw attention to you that I would rather avoid if possible. Plus, this is supposed to be a shopping trip for you and your sisters, and I would like to try and keep that as normal as possible.”

They had agreed to limit the information they shared with her sisters unless it was deemed necessary. Therefore, just a security precaution and not because she could already be being watched.

The thought made her skin crawl.

Fenrys noticed her shiver and moved a bit closer to her.

“It is a bit weird,” Feyre admitted, glancing at the golden blond male trailing behind them, Cerridwen a step to the side.

She slid a hanger to the side, found a dress that had potential, looked at the price tag, cringed, and kept browsing. “You get used to it.”

In truth, both Fenrys and Cerridwen—and their siblings—had become friends with her. She enjoyed their company, so their presence today didn’t bother her. She’d gotten used to having them follow her around.

“How about this, Elain?” Nesta called, holding out a stunning white gown. It had one long sleeve, the other cuffed with a deep V-neck. The dress was slit up to what looked like mid-thigh, perhaps higher, but what made this dress truly unique was the train that secured around her wrist of the short sleeved-side. No embellishments. No glitter. Just a satin finish.

It really was gorgeous and Elain hated having to check the price tag. She nearly choked at the four-digit number.

Feyre stepped up beside her. “Oh, that’s lovely. You would look gorgeous in that.”

“I can’t.”

Her sisters just stared at her. “What do you mean? At least try it on,” Nesta encouraged.

“The price…it’s too much.” Fuck, this was uncomfortable.

Nesta’s arms lowered slightly. “Correct me if I’m wrong but did I not see you putting a black credit card into your wallet before we left? That’s not yours, now, is it?”

Her face blushed. “Well, no. It’s Azriel’s.”

“And why did he give you his credit card, Elain?”

If she didn’t know any better, she would have guessed that a secret conversation happened behind her back at how well her sister guessed her hesitancy. But she knew Az would never betray her confidence like that. “To buy a dress,” she whispered.

“And did he give you a limit on what you could spend?” she asked, knowing very well that he didn’t—wouldn’t.

Elain crossed her arms. “You know I really hate when you use your lawyer shit on me.”

Her elder sister smirked. “Suck it up. Now take the damn dress and go try it on.”

Feyre was trying to hide her laughter behind her palm.

Grumbling, she snatched the dress and stormed off to the changing rooms. Stripping out of her clothes, Elain slipped on the white gown, somehow managing to zip it up on her own—though not without struggle—she’d have to ask Azriel to help her with it if she bought the damn thing.

If.

But when she looked at herself in the mirror, Elain felt the control to refuse such an expensive piece of clothing snap.

Because she looked beautiful. Utterly and completely beautiful. “Wow,” she breathed, twisting and turning for a full-body view. The open back would require her to go braless, not that that was an issue. Nor would her boyfriend mind, who loved to get his hands all over the bare skin of her back. The thought had her biting back a grin.

“Elain!” Feyre called. “Get your cute butt out here.”

She rolled her eyes, but opened the door and stepped out.

Both of her sisters gaped at her, neither saying a word. Her eyes fluttered to Fenrys behind them, also blatantly staring at her, then to Cerridwen who was beaming.

Finally, Nesta snapped out of her reverie. “You look stunning, Ellie.”

Her cheeks heated at the compliment. “Thank you.”

“Azriel is going to lose his mind with you in that dress,” Feyre stated, shifting closer to get a better view. She swept a hand over her sleeved arm, admiring the fabric that fit her sensuous curves like a second layer of skin. “Honestly, if you make it to my show at all, I will be surprised.”

Fenrys let out a choking sound, trying and failing to hide his blushing face. “I’m just going to do a quick sweep,” he murmured and darted away.

The girls chuckled at his retreating figure.

“I think he’s attracted to you,” Nesta announced, eyeing him through the clothing racks.

Elain blanched. “What are you—no he’s not!”

She only raised a brow. “Sure. Just make sure Azriel doesn’t catch wind of it because he won’t like his employee sniffing around you.”

Her stomach tightened at her older sister’s words. There was no way Fenrys had any feelings for her. And even if he did, he wouldn’t act on them nor would he make things inappropriate for Azriel to have to step in and do something about it…right?

She worried on her bottom lip, so lost in her train of thoughts that it took Feyre calling her name again for her head to snap out of it. “What?”

“I asked if you were going to get the dress,” her sister said again, a knowing smile on her lips.

“Oh.” Elain ran her hands down the bodice of the gown and sighed. “Yes, I’m going to get it.” Damn them and their expensive taste.

“Excellent,” they said together.

Redressed in her blue sweater dress and boots, Elain carried the gown up to the register while the others hung back and waited for her to make her purchase. “Hello,” she greeted the employee who just looked her over with disdain. Immediately, she felt her skin prickle, like she was being judged. Her smile fell.

“Can I help you?” the woman demanded, voice hostile enough that she nearly flinched.

But she wouldn’t let her see how badly it affected her and simply glanced at the dress still sitting on the counter. “I’m trying to purchase the dress here.” Elain kept her voice carefully neutral, digging into the role, the mask that she’d often seen Az wear as she pulled out the black credit card and placed it on the counter next to the gown.

Again, those blue eyes swept over her from head to toe, taking in the dress that was years old, out of current style, and off a sales rack from Target. But Elain kept her back straight, head held high, and took the weight of that assessing gaze.

Scrutiny radiated from the woman like an awful stench. “I’m sorry. But this dress is very expensive and we don’t have anything else for you.”

Disbelief and shock warred in her mind. Did she walk straight into a scene from Pretty Woman? Elain felt the others’ attention had turned on her and the conversation at hand. Her cheeks heated in embarrassment, but like hell would she let this woman talk to her like this. And she knew that if Azriel were here, this conversation wouldn’t even be happening.

No, they’d probably be offering him champagne while he shopped. Well, she supposed it was time to see just how far that name went.

So, Elain leaned on her elbows, slid the card forward, and asked, “Who’s name is on that card?”

The woman huffed but looked down, turning the card to get a good view. Her eyes shot to Elain’s, glanced back down at the card, and returned to her, regret simmering there.

She smiled sinisterly at her. “My boyfriend,” she emphasized the word and took some sick satisfaction in watching as the woman blanched, realizing she fucked up, “gave me his card to buy whatever I wanted. Now, I didn’t want to spend an atrocious amount in your fucked up, pretentious little store, but I really liked this dress. So,” her eyes narrowed on the nametag she wore, “Lauren, how about you go ahead and ring this up so we can all just move on with our lives? Sound good?” She cocked her head to the side, golden brown locks falling off her shoulder.

“Apo—apologies, miss. I didn’t—”

“No,” Elain interrupted. “You didn’t. You looked at me and judged me based on what I had on. It is incredibly disrespectful and you should feel shameful for it.”

The woman swallowed hard. “Is Mr. Knight here?”

What? What does that have to do with anything? “No, he’s not.”

She sighed. “I’m afraid I can’t process this without him present since the card is in his name.”

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me?” Elain hissed.

“It’s a store policy to prevent fraud.”

A second presence appeared at her side and she turned to see Cerridwen slap her ID down. “Charge it to Mr. Knight’s personal account. Cerridwen Wraith. I’m on the account.”

Elain gaped at her.

She merely shrugged. “If he wants to pay for your dress today, he’s going to.”

“Is this why he sent you with Fenrys rather than both of the Moonbeams? Not that I don’t love having you here, but splitting the siblings caught me by surprise.”

Cerridwen laughed. “Indeed it was. He had concerns there might be issues with you using the card and he’s got accounts with some of the larger stores here. I often will come to buy things for him. So, both Nuala and I are on his accounts.”

“You do too much for him,” she laughed.

A cleared throat caught her attention and she returned her gaze to the employee behind the counter. She handed her the garment bag as Cerridwen slid her ID and the receipt into her wallet. “Apologies again, Miss—um, I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

Elain hung the bag over her arm. “I didn’t give it.” She narrowed her eyes at the sales clerk. Given the conversation she and Az had about her identity coming out in the underworld, and her current location in Hewn’s territory, Elain felt that perhaps she needed to take a few extra steps to ensure that she remain confidential. “My boyfriend is a very powerful man and values his and my privacy. I highly recommend you keep this little incident and me to yourself, lest you want somebody else to pay you a visit to ensure that it does. They won’t be as generous as I was, especially because of the disrespect you showed me today.”

The woman’s light face went even paler at the underlying threat.

“Good day to you.”

Fenrys was instantly at her side, guarding her back as they made their way from the store.

“What the fuck was that?” Nesta hissed as soon as they stepped outside.

Elain just looked at her. “What?”

“What you just said in there to her…that’s not you, Elain.”

She whirled on her sister. “So, I’m just supposed to let her speak to me in that condescending tone like you’re doing right now?”

Both Fenrys and Cerridwen stepped back, giving them space and privacy, though she knew they could still overhear the entire conversation.

Those blue-grey eyes went lethal. “It wasn’t the first part I was referring to; it was the last. The threat. That wasn’t you, that’s something Azriel would do.” Twice today—that was now twice today that both of her sisters made a snarky comment about her relationship with Az or voiced an opinion she did not ask for and Elain had had enough.

“Do not think, for one second, that you have any idea about him or us,” she snarled. “What you see, what he allows you to see is barely the tip of the iceberg. You do not know him and you do not know us.” She decided that her sisters needed just a glimpse of how deep the threat of being with Azriel went in order to understand this. What her motive was. “Wanting our privacy is not just because of his wealth. There are eyes everywhere, watching him. Watching me. Word is out and we are trying to keep it as low-key as possible. So, yes, when people find out about us, we take steps to ensure that they understand the consequences of them further adding to the mix of rumors.”

Feyre reached out a hand and gently placed it on Elain’s arm. “It must be a bit scary to constantly feel like somebody has their eyes on you all the time. And I understand why you guys feel the need to do what you do. You live a different life from us—sometimes I think we forget that.” Her blue eyes cut to her eldest sister. “Don’t we Nesta?”

Her older sister looked at her warily. “What kind of eyes are watching you?”

“Dangerous ones. And we are not in a territory where Azriel holds a lot of sway. Yes, his name is still recognizable, is still a threat, but these are not his streets.”

She blew out a breath. “I admit that your being with him brings me concern. Elain, when you were kidnapped, I never felt fear like that. And I’m not going to lie to you, I do hold Azriel at least partially responsible—”

“That’s not fair—”

“Let me finish,” Nesta said sternly. “I hold him partially responsible because I knew once you were back in his life, he wouldn’t be able to stay away. I’m not oblivious to his doings, Elain. When Az returned from overseas, he was different. He radiated this dark and dangerous essence, and I never wanted you to be sucked into that. But given your history with him, I knew there would be no turning back for either of you once you admitted your feelings.”

Nesta gripped her arms at the elbows. “I am so grateful that you’ve found your happiness, but I will always hold him accountable when shit goes down, Ellie. You are my sister first.”

She took a deep breath, trying to take in and understand the words her sister had said. “Look…I am not the younger sister you had to look after because mom died and dad decided to take to alcohol rather than care for his three daughters. I’m grateful you want to protect me, but you don’t get to do that for me anymore. I’m a big girl; I’ve been through hell and back, and I have found a man that respects, cherishes, and loves me more than I ever thought possible. I am okay, Nesta. I don’t need you looking out for me. I can handle myself.”

Her sister, not one typically for physical affection, grabbed her by the shoulders and hugged her tightly. “I’m sorry. That day I found you with Grayson, I promised myself that I would never let another man hurt you again, even if it was him. But I suppose that isn’t my decision to make for you. And I am relieved you found your happiness with Azriel. Please don’t ever doubt that.” She pulled back, those stormy blue eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I realized how true his intentions with you were when you went missing and I saw just how badly he went out of his mind with worry. He let you go because he loved you, and blamed himself for your abduction. And I knew, just knew, there was no going back for either of you at that point.”

Elain let out a small laugh. “I think it was even before that but trying to admit it to myself was a struggle.”

Nesta squeezed her shoulder. “I hope you can forgive me for my melding. I only want what’s best for you.”

She nodded. “Just allow me to make my own decisions from now on, and let us move forward.” Giving her sister another squeeze and a reassuring smile, she released her, stepping back.

“Now that that is out of the way, how about we go have lunch? I’m hungry,” Feyre announced, clearly trying to get them back on a more normal playing field.

“Lunch sounds great. Where do you want to go?” she asked.

They ended up at a small café, spending a good hour there eating and chatting. Despite the earlier conversation, Elain felt like they were normal sisters. Perhaps the truth weighing on Nesta needed to come out for her to finally open up and feel comfortable with them again. And even though it had hurt her to know that Nesta hadn’t approved of her and Az getting together, it also made her realize that there was nothing that could’ve prevented that from happening.

Not their siblings.

Not the threats against Azriel and her from other Mobs.

Nothing.

Whether it was fate or the Mother or some other god, something in the universe decided he was hers and she was his and nothing would ever change that. So, Elain let go of the pain that came from Nesta’s confession and worked toward building something new with her and Feyre. Something stronger.

Something they never had before.

~~~

They hit one more store next to the café before heading back to Velaris, and the only reason she wanted to go inside was because of the very sexy bodysuit on the mannequin in the display window. It would be perfect for the next visit to the club.

Elain was in the elevator on the way up to the penthouse, the garment bag on one arm and the shopping bag on the other. Thankfully, the bodysuit was much less expensive and the store had no qualms about taking Azriel’s card. Though, she’d be glad to give it back to him. Having it sitting in her purse made her a bit nervous. Not because she wanted to use it, but to lose it. Elain checked for it at least four times just to make sure it was still sitting snugly in its little pocket in her wallet.

The doors pinged open and she stepped out. “Az?” she called out, setting her stuff on the counter and fumbling with her purse to pull out the piece of plastic. She knew he was home, his car sitting in the garage was the first indicator, but he would’ve texted her if he had to leave.

Footsteps padded down the hallway and then he appeared from around the corner. The sight of him nearly knocked the breath from her lungs. He came to her, tugging her into his arms, and kissed her. “Hi, baby.”

She beamed up at him. “Hi, there. I missed you.”

A boyish smile tugged on his lips. “Yeah? Can’t get enough of me?”

“Never,” she breathed, rising on her tiptoes to press her lips to his again.

His chuckle in her mouth sent shivers running down her spine. “What’d you get?” he asked, looking at the two bags on the counter.

“Well, I did find a dress. Wasn’t even on sale or anything.” Az laughed at that. “And I found something for the next time we go to your club.”

Those thick, dark brows shot into his hairline. “Now you have me curious,” he told her, reaching for the small, pink bag.

But Elain expected this and lightly smacked the top of his hands, clicking her tongue. “I don’t think so. You’ll get to see it the next time we go and not a moment before.”

“Tease,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to her lips again. Leaning an elbow against the counter he asked her, “So, do you want to tell me about what happened with the card?”

She blinked up at him, face paling. “Who told you?”

The corner of his mouth curled up. “Nobody. I get notifications when something is charged to my account there,” he nodded toward the white garment bag. “Which tells me that something must’ve happened with the card.”

Her hand splayed on the plastic, rubbing it between two fingers absentmindedly.

“So, do you want to tell me what happened?”

“Not really,” she admitted, ducking her head. Her cheeks heated in embarrassment from the whole disaster that occurred at the fancy, schmancy retailer.

Scarred fingers tucked under her chin to lift her gaze to his. “Elain…” he encouraged in that deep baritone that melted her insides and made her weak in the knees.

She sighed. “Honestly, the whole thing was awful.”

“Tell me.”

Elain swallowed the lump in her throat, the ache of what she had to push down while she was belittled and degraded by that employee. She launched into a brief overview of what had happened, telling him what the woman had said to her, how she had judged her based on what she was wearing, and she watched the emotions flutter across his face. The most prominent of them being utter wrath. “It was humiliating to have her stand there and judge me like that. And the only reason she stopped is because of you.”

He looked taken aback. “Me? What did I do?”

She gave him a sheepish smile. “I may have flashed your name on the card and informed her that you were my boyfriend. She did a complete one-eighty after that, realizing she had well and truly fucked up.” His thumb stroked the side of her neck in a soothing gesture. “Afterwards, she asked if you were there because there’s apparently a store policy that they require an ID verification for the purchase. That was when Cerridwen swooped in with hers and charged it to your account—I hope that was okay.”

Az tugged her into his chest, burying his face into her hair. “You know it was more than all right, El. I’m sorry you had to experience that today. Frankly, I’m about ready to drive down there myself to give them a piece of my mind and close my account with them.”

Her eyes widened, but he kept going before she could say anything.

“But I know you wouldn’t like me doing that. Though, I guarantee nothing about the account closure. I don’t typically purchase much with them and after this, I don’t want to do business there again at all.”

Elain sighed. “I guess I can’t say I blame you there.” She swiped the plastic card off the counter and held it out for him. “Here.”

Those amber-colored eyes glanced down at her outstretched hand and back up to her face. “Keep it.”

“Az…”

He held his hands up in mock surrender. “Just for emergencies. You don’t have to use it for anything else.”

She crossed her arms. “Okay, say I even remotely considered this—what am I supposed to do if I get ID’d again and I’m using your card? This is asking for trouble.”

Azriel rubbed the back of his head in a gesture that told her he had already thought about this question and had a solution for it. “Well, what if I made you an authorized user on that line of credit? Because then you would get a card with your name on it.”

Her eyes went as large as saucers.

“Now, before you freak out because I can see it coming, this does not mean you’re on the account. It just authorizes you to use it, say for emergencies.”

She narrowed those brown irises. “That’s a technicality!”

The corner of his lips quirked up. “Perhaps, but I still think it’s a good idea. Just in case something happens to me and you need money to pay for something quick.”

“What’s going to happen to you?” she worried.

His fingers brushed over her cheek. “Nothing is happening to me. But it’s always good to be prepared should something occur.”

Her chest tightened. “You say that like you’ve recently made adjustments.”

“I have. I readjusted my will when you were kidnapped.” He paused, letting the statement hang between them. “As of right now, you’re set up to obtain half of all my personal assets.”

Elain’s knees gave out and only his quick reaction prevented her from hitting the ground. “I need to sit down,” she breathed. Half of his assets. Half! She didn’t want to even consider the total amount that would be. Her heart pounded behind her ribcage. “Why would you do that?” she asked when he finally got her into one of their dining room chairs.

Azriel knelt in front of her, hands on her thighs. “Because I wanted to make sure you were taken care of, even if I didn’t make it out of that warehouse, love. And I still want to make sure of it. Now that we’re officially together, I’d like you to become my sole beneficiary.”

She couldn’t breathe. It was like this incredible weight had collected on her chest.

“El, baby. I need you to take a breath before you start to hyperventilate.” He inhaled deeply, helping to match hers to his. “Good. Keep following me.”

After a few minutes of silent breathing, Azriel leaned forward to kiss her brow. “Listen, we don’t have to do anything drastic now about the will. We can come back to that, but I would like you to be open about it. The authorized user bit, I do have that option ready for you to sign if you want to do that now. If you want to think about it some more, that’s fine too.”

She placed her hands on top of his. “That’s a lot to take in.” He flipped his palms up to squeeze her fingers. “I appreciate you wanting to take care of me, Azriel, I really do, but that was just a lot to think about.” Her thumbs stroked over his. “Maybe we do baby steps for this too,” she murmured. “What do I need to sign for the authorization form?”

“You sure? You’re more than welcome to think about it if you want to take some time.”

Elain nodded. “Yes, I’m sure.”

Grinning, Az rose and took a seat next to her, pulling his phone from his pocket. “It’s just an electronic signature.” A few taps on the screen and he was sliding the phone on the table towards her.

She glanced through the document—it was a fairly simple thing. No credit was pulled. He just literally put down her name, a few pieces of basic contact information, and that was it. Taking a deep breath, Elain signed her name using her fingertip. “Just for emergencies,” she told him.

A smirk. “Yes, emergencies,” he reassured her, kissing her pert nose and taking the phone back to send off the document. He twisted towards her, leaning his chin on his fist. “I do have to go to the club tonight. I’m meeting somebody there to discuss some business.”

Elain raised a brow. “What kind of business?”

He took her hand in his; let his thumb brush over her knuckles. “Nothing serious. Just somebody who has some information that I need.”

Her head cocked. “Am I privy to this information?”

Az chuckled, kissing the pack of her palm. “I have a network of spies that collect information for me. I’ve been having them look into who started the gossip about us and what they’re planning to do with it.”

“I thought you were under the assumption that it was Elias who started that rumor?”

“I am, but assumptions should always be verified.”

Well, that made sense. She glanced at the pink bag still sitting on the counter. “Can I go with you?”

He blinked, hesitating.

“I don’t have to go into the meeting with you, but just to the club.” She traced over a line of scars on his palm. “Maybe we can go to dinner tonight and then head to the club. I can just wait at the bar while you do your thing.” Elain dragged her nail up the inside of his wrist, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in her wake. “Perhaps dance a little. And afterward…” she let her voice trail off.

Azriel hooked a foot around the leg of her chair, dragging her closer. “And afterward?” he encouraged, leaning forward to nip at her earlobe.

A sweet sigh escaped her lips. “I might let you get a full view of the little outfit I purchased today.”

His lips skated down the column of her throat. “I’d rather get a view of you with it off,” he murmured huskily, sucking on the juncture of her shoulder.

“Hmm?” she breathed. “I think that can be arranged.”

Growling, Azriel scooped her out of her chair and carried her up the stairs to their bedroom for a little preview of what was to come later that evening.

~~~~~

Azriel thought he had died and gone to heaven that night when Elain came down the stairs in her little outfit. The outfit nearly brought him to his knees. Because that little outfit was a skintight bodysuit, sucked up to the succulent curves of her waist, her breasts. A V-shaped cutout sat on her bust showing off miles of her ample cleavage. And even with her high-waisted jeans, the suit was cut high enough up on her hips to show just the smidge of skin to make his mouth physically water. Paired with those damn heels he wanted her to wear while he devoured her on the god’s forsaken piano, she was drop-dead gorgeous. Ethereal. Alluring.

If he didn’t know any better, he would say she looked positively appetizing.

She had flashed him a little smirk, the fucking minx, shrugged on a leather jacket since it was sleeveless and it was cold as fuck outside, grabbed his hand, and tugged him towards the elevator—because apparently, they were still going out tonight even though he had no desire to eat anything other than the delectable thing standing in front of him.

So, Azriel had suffered through the last three hours in a semi-hard state and was now regretting the decision to meet with his informant because he was in no mood to deal with them.

Specifically, because Elain had done everything in her power to torment and torture him. Like at dinner, she’d somehow dropped a bit of cream sauce on her left breast from her fork. The little menace swiped it up with her finger and proceeded to suck the digit clean like it was his cock.

He considered himself a man of strong will, but everyone has their kryptonite. And well, Elain at dinner was his.

“Knock it off, Elain,” he growled.

She flashed him an innocent look, popping her finger from her mouth. “What?”

“I know what you’re doing.”

Again, a look of sweet innocence, but he could see a mix of something slightly sinister there. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” A devious smile spread on her lips.

Only Az’s impeccable self-control kept him from fucking her on the table in the middle of the restaurant, other patrons be dammed.

Now, it was his turn to tease her as they strolled into his club. He swept his hands over her body, landing on her hips and guiding her towards the bar. She was to wait for him there while he dealt with his business, not wanting her to get too involved in it.

He sat her on one of the barstools, hands resting on her shoulders, and leaned down to brush his lips over the shell of her ear. “What do you want to drink?”

Her body shivered, but Elain was determined in her endeavors tonight as she reached back and gripped his thigh. Mouth parted, she tipped her head back to peer up at his face. “Tequila and Sprite,” she breathed.

Az smirked, knowing the effect he was having on her. He waved down Elide, who was working behind the bar that night. “Elain, you remember Elide? Elide—Elain.”

Elain smiled. “Of course. Good to see you again, Elide.”

The dark-haired beauty beamed. “You too, Elain. What can I get for you?”

A thumb stroked her neck. “She’ll have tequila and Sprite. And a whiskey for me, thanks.”

Elain tilted her head, giving him more access to her throat, that gorgeous, thick, golden-brown hair tumbling down the side of her body. She hummed under the machinations of his fingers.

Twisting her seat to face him, he pressed his lips to hers in a slow and sensual kiss. Stepping between her legs, he forced her jaw up to angle how he could claim her mouth, licking in and tangling his tongue with hers.

She pulled back, panting to catch her breath. “You’re peacocking.”

The words had him spluttering. “I’m what?”

A grin split her face. “Peacocking. Marking your territory. Making sure all the males here know I’m yours while you’re away—”

“Fuck yeah, you’re mine,” he growled, lowering his lips back to hers.

Elain’s giggle broke off into a heavenly sigh, her small hands clutching the sides of his jacket.

Two drinks clinked on the bar top, Elide offering them a sheepish smile. “Sorry for interrupting.”

Elain’s laugh was as lovely as she was. “Don’t fret. He’s peacocking before he runs upstairs for a meeting.”

“I’m not peacocking,” Az argued.

Elide wiped the counter off with a towel. “You’re most definitely peacocking.” She shot Elain a wink earning another giggle from his love, and how could he even continue to fight it when it produced such a beautiful sound from her?

“Fine, gang up on me.” He wrapped his strong arms around her shoulders and leaned down to brush a kiss on her cheek. “I’m going to head up. I shouldn’t be long. Stay here, please.” He waved his finger over the drinks. “Elide, anything she wants, please.”

The woman nodded. “Of course. We’ll take care of her here.”

He plucked his drink from the counter, dropped another kiss on Elain’s plump lips, then made his way up the stairs to his private booth.

Azriel picked a spot on one of the large couches that gave him a perfect view of Elain at the bar. He’d only had a few sips of his drink before there was a knock at the door and it opened to reveal his informant. “Sit,” he said, motioning with his glass.

Ruhn parked himself in a spot across from Az. “Mr. Knight,” he murmured, voice deep and full of dark promise.

The man in front of him was as good-looking as he was deadly. Long hair shaved on the side, sleeve tattoos, piercings, a smoker. Everything that described a bad boy to young girls growing up. But he was good at what he did—extracting information from people discreetly. And non-discreetly when the need arose.

He was a male version of Manon.

Ruthless.

Bloodthirsty.

Cunning.

All qualities Azriel looked for in an informant. He needed somebody who wasn’t afraid to get their hands dirty. And Ruhn—he wasn’t afraid to get dirty.

“Drink?” he asked.

A small, knowing smirk curled the corner of his mouth. “I’ll hit the bar on my way out. Curious about the pretty thing you’ve left sitting there.”

He kept his face carefully blank. “You will do well to stay far away from her.” The warning was implied in his tone of voice.

But Ruhn just laughed. “You asked me to look into who started the rumor about you two. I’m assuming that must be Elain considering you were just making out with her.” At his lack of amusement from the conversation, Ruhn leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Azriel,” he said, unafraid to call him by his name, “You know that I would never do anything to compromise you or her. You have my word that she is safe with me.”

The words were comforting. To know that he had yet another person in his corner to protect Elain. Because somewhere deep down, Azriel had a feeling he was going to need everything in his arsenal.

“Thank you, Ruhn.” He tipped his glass towards him. “What have you found?”

The other man sat back on the couch. “Your assumption about who started the rumor was correct. Elias Hewn went straight to the Illyrian Mob with information on you. They took him up the food chain to Nicklaus—”

“Not directly to Frankie?” he pondered, rubbing at his chin.

Ruhn stretched his long arm across the back of the couch. “Nick is Frankie’s second. He filters through all the information before anything gets to him. Typically anything going in wouldn’t even get to Nick for weeks. The fact that Elias got to him within an hour of showing up on their doorstep and not getting a bullet in his head means they’re desperate to break through your defenses.”

Azriel wasn’t sure if that prided him, or made him apprehensive. Nervous mobsters tended to act irrationally and people ended up dead. He took a sip of his whiskey.

The male across from him cocked his head to the side, long hair sliding off his shoulder. “I know that mob families clash and all, but this seems personal for you. And Elias knew exactly who to go to strike you the hardest. What are the Illyrians to you?”

It wasn’t common knowledge where Azriel came from. He buried that part of his past a long time ago. Kier knew, and passed that information on to Elias, clearly. His family knew and Elain did. The twins did, but they were also his right hands so they had to know. Other than that, he kept the information hidden from the world. But perhaps, Ruhn also needed to know—to better protect Elain and himself from the war that Elias was trying to bring upon them.

“Frankie and Nick are my biological brothers.”

Ruhn’s blue eyes went wide and he swore low and viciously. “Fuck, I knew you were Illyrian, but I didn’t think you were that Illyrian.”

“I don’t claim any part of that family. I broke free as a child and I will never look back.”

“I can’t say I blame you.”

Azriel set his drink down on the table between them. “What are they planning on doing with the information?” This was his worry. His brothers were fucking ruthless, vicious monsters. They took, tortured, and killed for pleasure. His hands were a prime example of that—and they were children when they did that to him. He wanted to keep Elain far away from that and them.

“Nothing as of yet. There’s been no word from Frankie or Nick about what they plan to do with that information. Rumors are circulating that Elias is chomping at the bit to get some action from them, but they’re holding their cards close to their chest. If I had to place a bet, I’d say Elias will act before they would. And he’ll end up dead for it either by your hand or by theirs.”

He snorted, glancing out the one-way glass towards the bar. “You’re not wr—” His heart stopped as he saw a man standing over Elain. He was on his feet in an instant, walking towards the window to get a better view, Ruhn a half second behind him.

“Do you know him?” he asked.

Azriel studied the man who was clearly trying to talk to Elain. “No, I don’t. Do you recognize him? Is he a part of the Illyrian Mob?” He read her body language and found nothing that indicated she was in any danger, or that she felt threatened. Az glanced further along the bar and saw Elide hovering close to where Elain sat.

“I don’t recognize him, but I don’t know everyone who’s a part of their mob. Too frat boy for the Illyrians.” Blue eyes turned to him. “Do you want me to handle it?”

The question was treacherous. Ruhn’s way of handling people usually ended up with them dead. And Azriel hadn’t quite decided whether this man deserved that fate yet. “No, but let’s head down there and see if that needs to be changed. Follow my lead.”

So, two of Velaris’s most dangerous males made their way down the stairs and were swallowed up by the crowd.

~~~~~

Elide bounced between serving patrons and chatting with her, and Elain realized that the two of them could likely become good friends if given the chance. She remembered seeing the harsh scarring on her ankle—knew she had her own demons and past like Elain did. Felt that they probably had a lot in common and wondered if Elide had any family or friends in the city. She’d have to ask Azriel about it.

A glass of water was set down in front of her. “You look a little flushed,” Elide smiled.

She chuckled. “Thanks. I forgot how warm it is in here. I am glad I left my jacket in the car though. It would’ve been sweltering with it on.”

“Hence why I’m always in a t-shirt,” she joked. Somebody down the bar called for her and she politely excused herself.

It had been about fifteen minutes since Azriel had disappeared and Elain figured he wouldn’t be gone much longer when a warm body sidled up next to her. She glanced up to find a man with sandy blond hair and startling blue eyes looking down at her.

He gave her a dashing smile, one that likely would’ve made her heart trip had she been twenty-two. He was young, probably younger than her, and desperately trying to show off some swagger. “Hello,” he cooed.

Elain raised a brow. “Hi,” she answered politely and turned back towards the bar, hoping to effectively dismiss him. But, she should’ve known he was a persistent type of man.

“I’m Zack,” he announced, holding out a hand for hers.

She twisted back towards him, giving him a charming smile. “Violet,” Elain said, taking his hand and shaking it.

Elide snorted, and then covered it with a cough.

Those blue eyes sparkled. “Violet. Such a pretty name for a pretty girl.”

Elain leaned her cheek on her fist. “Is that really the line you’re going with? Believe me, I’m no girl. And I’m not here alone. So, let me put you out of your misery before you attempt to woo me. My boyfriend will be back shortly.”

“Boyfriend?” He sounded surprised. “I’ve been watching you for the last ten minutes and you’ve sat here alone the whole time. So, tell me, Violet, what kind of boyfriend leaves their gorgeous woman,” he swapped words this time, emphasizing it in the inflection of his voice, “here at the bar alone for ten minutes. Free to be hit on by any random stranger, hmm?”

“One that has business to attend to,” she cocked her head slightly.

He snorted. “Sure, business. The only business I see is you, sweetheart.”

Her eyes flicked between his, read the hunger there that often presented itself in men that tried to pick up women. She wasn’t afraid of this man, not here. Not when she knew Azriel was watching this entire interaction. She’d felt his presence approach a few seconds ago as he lingered in the shadows, waiting to see when to intervene.

Before she could respond, Zack powered on.

“If I were your boyfriend, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.”

She drummed her fingers on her chin. “Sounds creepy.”

He chuckled like she wasn’t saying anything to get him to leave. “Believe me, gorgeous, what I could do to you, your body will be begging to keep me close.”

Elain leaned back in her seat, well aware that her boyfriend was close to breaking. “Take it from me, this body is plenty well-marked.”

“Let me tell you what I think, Violet,” he said, brazenly running a knuckle over her bare arm. Elain forced herself not to move, not as she saw Azriel behind the man stalk forward. “I think you should let a real man buy you a drink.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “I don’t need you to buy me a drink. Mine are on the house.”

That, finally, made him pause. “On the house? How?”

A mischievous grin lit her face. “Oh, didn’t I mention earlier that the boyfriend in question owned this club?”

Fingers gripped her wrist, not hard enough to hurt, but enough so to be an act of entitlement and force Azriel to his limit. “Who the fuck is your boyfriend?”

A large, scarred hand came down on Zack’s shoulder. “I am,” came his deep, dark, voice, edged in a little bit of violence. “And I suggest you take your hand off my girlfriend before I forceable remove it.”

Elain’s eyes sparkled at the sheer dominance in his tone. She crossed her legs, a movement that did not go unnoticed by Azriel.

The corner of his lips curved up just slightly, well aware of how turned on she was, but he refocused his attention on the blond.

His pale hand slipped off her wrist until Azriel was able to pull him back and stepped between her and him as a third body took his place. Elain had no idea who he was, but she was struck stupid by how dangerously beautiful he was. Dark, long hair, tattooed everywhere she could see, aside from his actual face, pierced, and with stunning blue eyes that nearly reminded her of Rhysand’s. They looked like they could’ve been distant cousins if she were being honest with herself.

She blinked, bringing herself back to the conversation—or argument, apparently—that was still going on.

“My associate will show you out.”

The other man gripped Zack by the shoulder, none the gentle, and hauled him away.

Elain watched him get dragged away, still arguing, before turning on her boyfriend. “Azriel,” she hissed. “Who was that?”

He brushed a knuckle over her rounded cheek. “My informant.”

“Does he have a name?”

Fingers stroked down her throat. “Not here, he doesn’t.”

She knew what he meant; that he couldn’t volunteer that information while they were publicly exposed like this.

A grin passed over his lips as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Violet, huh?”

Elain’s mouth quirked up into a devious smile. “He never specified which name he wanted from me.”

A deep, seductive rumble emanated from Azriel’s chest. A laugh that had her toes curling in her shoes. “So devious,” he murmured, lips caressing the shell of her ear and making her shudder. “Dance with me?”

Setting her drink on the bar, Elain let herself be pulled off the barstool and tugged out onto the dancefloor. Together, they got lost in the rhythm and beat of the music.

Azriel, it seemed, had not let her transgressions from earlier go unrequited as his hands slid all over her body in broad, possessive touches. If she was facing him, he would cup her full backside, taking his fill while his teeth and tongue worked at the underneath side of her jaw.

When she flipped around, falling into the cradle of his hips, those beautifully scarred hands roamed freely, down to her waist, her thighs. Then up to mold her heavy globes in his palms. Thumbs brushed freely over her nipples, pebbling them against her lace bra and providing delicious friction to the sensitive nubs.

Elain’s head tipped back against his shoulder, tilting to the side and giving him access to the base of her throat. His attention was purposeful, designed to draw every sensation out of her. He lavished her neck while she ground into his growing erection. “Az,” she whined, not even sure he heard her over the sound of the music. She reached back, running her fingers through his damp locks and gripping them hard enough that he groaned into her throat.

He growled nipping at the lobe of her ear. “Come on, let’s go up to the suite.”

She let herself be guided up the stairs to his private room, his scarred palm a steady, warm presence on her lower back. It took Azriel speaking to his informant to realize that they were even followed up.

“Nobody comes in or disturbs us.”

The other man nodded and then turned those startling blue eyes on Elain. He looked her over, a simple assessment but the gaze felt weighted like there was meaning and purpose behind it. But she did not shy away from it—no, Elain held her head high and proud.

His lips curved up a fraction in the corner, something that you’d miss if you didn’t pay attention to detail. But she did; she always did. And for some reason, Elain felt like she passed some sort of test with him, whatever it might be.

Azriel shuffled her into the room, shutting the door behind her and locking it.

She turned, wanting to ask again about his name, but stopped at the look on Azriel’s face. It was more than just hunger that she saw there. It was a version of himself that he had yet to let her see; yet to let come out and play. Because standing in front of Elain right now was the dominant version he unleashed when he needed to fuck and control and take pleasure.

It made her body go warm, weak, and very, very wet at the sight of this version of himself. The inner sexual beast he had awoken within her purred at the anticipation of what was to come. Made her tremble with desire and lust.

He must’ve seen the reaction because those amber eyes darkened—a heavy, breath blowing from his lips. Azriel held out a hand to her. “Come.”

Oh, she very nearly did. On shaking knees, she took his hand and followed him over to the one-way window to look out over the club below. The music produced a dull beat through the glass and when Azriel took her hand in his, then stepped behind her to grab her other one to pin them palm down to the window, Elain felt the vibrations traveling through her very bones.

“Such a pretty girl,” he murmured, running his tongue over the arch of her ear. “My queen.” Az slid his foot between hers and nudged them open more, spreading her against the glass. “Don’t move your hands,” he ordered, spreading her palms flat against the cool mirror.

Her breathing turned heavy as the pads of her fingertips dug into the window, anchoring herself to the present. She could feel the wetness between her legs growing with every word he said, every sweep of his hands down her body. Elain wanted him to touch her. To taste her. To take her.

His smile on the skin of her neck sent a shiver wracking down her spine. “Look out over all them, love. Those are our people.” One hand began toying with her nipple again through the fabric of her bodysuit, the other was flicking at the button of her jeans. “This is our kingdom, El, and we rule it all.” His voice was a low, seductive whisper that had her insides melting.

Elain whimpered. “Please, Az—I need…”

A pinch on her nipple had her moaning. Her body arched, pushing more of her breast into his eager palm.

“Tell me, love. What do you need?”

She knew vague answers tonight would get her nowhere. If she wanted to find her pleasure, she was going to have to ask for it. Demand it. Her head fell back against his shoulder. “I need you to touch me, to taste me.”

“Where? Where would you like me to touch you?”

“Azriel,” she growled, growing impatient.

A hand gripped her hair, tugging it backward and exposing her delicate throat. “I’m not Azriel, here,” he said, voice stern. “You call me, Sir.”

Elain mewled, squirming in his grasp.

“Now, tell me where you would like me to touch you, love?”

That sensual voice had her throbbing. “My legs,” she cried. “Between my legs. Please, Sir.” She needed the relief of his fingers, his tongue, anything.

A kiss to her rounded cheek. “Such a good girl,” he murmured, popping the button of her jeans. Dropping to a knee like a fallen knight, he bent her leg to take off one heel and then the other.

Elain looked over her shoulder to watch him.

“Eyes forward,” he ordered. She snapped her head back, looking out over the club. “Do not move unless I tell you to or move you myself. Keep your head forward. I want you to watch over our kingdom while I pleasure you.”

Her head bowed, breath going erratic as he slipped her jeans down her thighs and carefully maneuvered them off her body. She felt hot and cold all over, her skin burning yet tremors ran over her limbs, her back.

Finally, his fingers found purchase between her legs, over the bodysuit, but it was enough pressure that Elain moaned, hips undulating against his hand searching for more friction.

He tsked, rising to his feet so he could press himself against her backside. “I told you not to move, baby.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“So polite,” he murmured into her hair, those tantalizing digits swiping gently over her sex. “And so wet too. I can feel how soaked you are through your suit, El.”

Some sound came out of her—though what it was, she had no idea.

Popping the three buttons at the bottom of the suit, Az shucked it over her head, leaving her standing in just her bra and panties. Her hands immediately went back to the glass after leaving to rid her of her clothes.

“Such a good fucking girl. You want to be rewarded even after all the teasing you did to me tonight.” A nip on her cheekbone.

Her breath caught in her chest. “Please, Sir.” The tone was utterly pathetic, but she was aching and desperate for any sort of relief. “I’ll be good,” she said quietly.

Moving quickly, Az unhooked her bra and slid it off her, then dropped back down to his knees, taking her underwear with him. While on the ground, he slipped her heels back onto her feet, giving her the extra four inches in height.

Elain’s heart was pounding in her chest. She felt herself become wetter between her thighs. Knew Azriel had a kink for her in heels and apparently wanted to explore that tonight.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

She did.

“If you start to feel unsteady or it hurts too much to stand in these, tell me. I don’t want you to break an ankle just for my pleasure. Understand?”

Blood was rushing through her ears but she heard every word. Every damn word. “Yes, Sir.”

There was a little bit of the devil in the smile he gave her. “Lean forward. Chest against the glass.” His hand ran up her leg to squeeze and knead her rear end.

The position put a fairly deep arch in her lower back, but she immediately knew why he wanted her like this. The vibrations from the music below traveled through the glass into her breasts, pebbling her nipples and stimulating them. Elain whimpered, cheek pressed into the window.

Another hearty squeeze on her ass grabbed her attention. “You don’t even know how fucking sexy you look, spread out and at my mercy like this.” He nipped her plush thigh and the curve of her rounded cheek with his teeth. “Hold still.” And then he pounced, going straight between her legs with his mouth.

Elain was already so turned on by his teasing that he’d barely started and she was at the precipice of an orgasm in record time. Her legs shook on either side of his face from where he was dipped beneath her.

A chuckle vibrated against her clit, making her moan with pleasure. “Only a few swipes with my tongue and you’re ready to come already?” His movements slowed, focusing on applying pressure with the tip of his tongue right where she needed him most. “Do you want to come, my sweet girl?”

Her fingers flexed on the glass. “Please, Sir.” More wetness coated her from Azriel’s lavish attention and his dominance—something she had no idea she wanted to explore. She gasped as two fingers plunged into her, deep and stretching her.

“Because you’ve listened so well, you may come. Call out my name when you do.”

It wasn’t a request. It was a demand; one she would happily oblige to.

Turning to sit on his ass, Azriel slid completely underneath her in the most indecent position, attached his mouth to her clit while maintaining his movements with his fingers, and sucked.

Elain’s entire being shook as her orgasm swept over her body. She called out his name and a few other choice words. Wave after wave of pleasure radiated from head to toe and she only managed to pant out, “Gonna fall—” before her knees buckled.

Thank god for Az’s quick reaction because he managed to grab her by the hips and brace her tumble until she was a pile of limp bone in his lap. A scarred hand threaded through her hair to cradle her head up onto his shoulder. “You were supposed to let me know before you fell, El,” he chastised, though there was a hint of amusement in his tone.

“Couldn’t. No time.” Her words slurred together in a sleepy state.

He brushed a kiss on the top of her head. “No sleeping yet. I’m not done with you.” Giving her a few moments reprieve only, Azriel maneuvered her back to her feet and rose behind her. “Hands back on the glass, baby.”

Those tantalizing fingers swept between her thighs from beneath her, stroking over her sensitive center but somehow making her desperate for more.

The sound of his belt buckle clinking had her body trembling with need.

A slight chuckle from behind her ear. “Are you desperate for my cock, El?” he asked, shedding his clothes if the rustling sound was anything to go by.

With her spread and wanton, he could feel exactly how desperate she was for him. But the quick tug on her hair told her he wanted her to say it. “Please fuck me, Sir,” she moaned.

A gentle hand slid up her throat, forcing her head back so she looked him in the eyes. There was something soft and tender there—and she realized he was looking at her as her Azriel, not as the dominant Mob boss.

“Is this position okay?” His voice was so soft, it nearly shattered her heart.

Elain quickly understood why he was asking. He wanted to take her from behind, and while she wasn’t bent over anything, Azriel still must’ve thought the position might cause her some discomfort given what she had been through. She had to swallow the lump in her throat at how sensitive he was to her feelings, to her history, even in the heat of the moment. “I’m good, Az,” she confirmed. “And I appreciate you checking in first. That means a lot to me.”

He leaned forward to kiss her and though it was a soft, gentle brush of lips, it was also deep and meaningful in a way she could not describe. “My good girl,” he whispered in her mouth. “Let me know if anything changes or if it becomes too much.”

Pulling her flush against him, Elain felt his hard cock dig into her backside. Azriel was quick to readjust her stance, spreading her legs more—careful of her in her heels still—and lined himself up.

In one long, hard thrust, he seated himself firmly inside her. Arms wrapped securely around her body, he set a thorough pace, groaning into her neck.

Using the glass wall as leverage, Elain matched him thrust for thrust, desperately chasing that second high. Her sweat-slick back slid up and down his chest, feeling every hard ridge and plane of him as they moved against each other. She loved the way his muscular body felt against her soft, curvy one. Loved how he adored that she had a bit more for him to hold onto with a rounded behind, hips, and a small swell on her lower tummy.

Elain wasn’t skinny like either of her sisters—never had Feyre’s athletic build or Nesta’s model shape. But Azriel had always adored her body for what it was. An hourglass figure with plenty to love.

Tilting her hips, she urged him to move faster. To fuck into her harder. She needed to feel him coming inside her. Needed to fall off that blissful edge again. “Please, Sir. More. I—” her words were cut off by a moan when he hit a particularly pleasurable spot deep inside her. “I need you to touch me,” she cried out.

Azriel grunted by her ear, tongue tracing the sensitive flesh. Those scarred hands traveled over her form, one north, and one south. Fingers wrapped around her throat, not tight enough to restrict her airway but firmly enough to tip her head back slightly so she was forced to rest it against his shoulder. The other set moved to rub over her clit in tandem with the strokes of his cock, timing his pleasure and sending it shooting up her spine. “Let go, Elain.”

The demand in his voice had her toes curling in her heels and with two more thrusts, she was cresting, screaming as she fell over that edge.

He wasn’t far behind her, giving her only a few more strokes before he sank his teeth into her shoulder and filled her to the brim.

Her legs were shaking and had his arms not been around her holding her up, Elain would’ve definitely fallen to the floor again. She was panting heavily, desperately wanting to stand upright, but waited until he gave her the word.

Azriel finally released her from his teeth, planting a kiss where the bite would surely leave a mark. His breathing was heavy and laborious as he gently pulled himself out of her.

Elain could feel their combined releases spill out, dripping down her thighs and splattering onto the floor.

“Fuck,” he moaned, nuzzling into the junction of her neck and shoulder. “How are you so perfect every fucking time?”

She smiled to herself. “I think I could say the same about you.” A languid kiss on her neck had her melting into him.

Without warning, Az scooped her into his arms making her yelp, and carried her over to the couch. He didn’t seem to give one fuck about sitting on the leather butt-ass naked, nor over the fact that she was still a mess between her thighs as he placed her on his lap and cradled her to his chest.

Elain rested her head on his shoulder, her ear pressed over his heart. She could hear its thundering beat; let it soothe and relax her post-orgasmic body.

His hands swept over her body, aiding in bringing her down from her high. “How are you feeling?” he finally asked, breaking the contented silence that had settled over them.

Her fingers lazily traced the swirling tattoos on his chest, shoulder, and down one arm. “Good. Relaxed. Tired now, but satiated.” She twisted her head to kiss his chest, right over that beautiful heart. “Happy, too.”

“Yeah?”

She could hear the boyish smile in his tone. Forcing herself to lift her head, heavy as it was, she met his gaze. “Very much so.”

He leaned forward and kissed her softly, nothing to ignite more but just to show her his love and affection. One she reciprocated with everything she had. Az reached up to cup the side of her face. “And how was the sex itself? With you in a more submissive role and calling me Sir?”

Elain blinked, cheeks pinkening under his scrutiny. She should’ve known he would ask her about how she felt since this was the first time he really put them into that dominant/submissive role. Az had tested the waters a few times here and there, but tonight was their first time splashing into the pool.

A thumb brushed across the apple of her cheek, likely noticing the color change and wanting to comfort her so she could freely speak her mind.

“I like it when you take control. You know I’ve never had a problem with wanting you to have the reins over the sexual aspect of our relationship…” she began, focusing on the swirling ink of his right pec.

“I sense a but, coming.”

Her eyes flashed to his; saw the openness in them.

“I just want you to be honest with me, El. If you don’t tell me what you do or don’t like, I can’t make changes to what I’m doing. I’m sensing you’re not fond of calling me ‘Sir’ then?”

She shook her head, taking a deep breath. “It’s not that I didn’t like it, I just prefer to use your name. I feel more connected to you like that. I don’t have any qualms about dropping it when the mood is right, or if we wanted to make, say, this place our home for where I only call you ‘Sir,’ then that’s fine with me. But I’d like to maintain the use of your name for our regular sex at home.”

The corner of his lips curled up into a devastating smile. “I think that is more than fair. I want you comfortable with what you call me during sex, love. And if I say anything you don’t like, I need you to tell me—”

“Derogatory. I don’t like that,” Elain interrupted.

“Good, because I don’t either. I have no desire to put you down while I worship you. That’s not a kink I was ever into. I don’t fault people who do, but it’s just not me. And thank you, for telling me that.” He brushed another kiss to her lips. “Thank you for being honest with me.”

She nuzzled further into his throat, enjoying the softness he always gave her after sex.

Cleaned up and redressed, Azriel fluffed up Elain’s post-sex hair, took her by the hand, and led her from the private suite.

The informant was still at his station outside the door, a smirk toying on his lips. It was obvious he knew exactly what the two of them did in there and she couldn’t help but blush at the notion of it. That he knew they were having sex while he stood guard right outside the door. Elain prayed the music was loud enough to cover her screams.

Lips brushed the shell of her ear. “You’re adorable when you blush, love.” Azriel’s midnight voice slithered across her bones, making her skin heat. “Don’t worry about him. He’s not one to kiss and tell.”

The words hinted at something more, but she wasn’t sure if she should ask here or not. So, she let herself be tugged through the club, the other man a steady presence at her back. As they made their way through the throng of patrons, Elain suddenly felt a sense of dread wash over her. Like she was being watched.

She halted, pulling Azriel to a stop as she looked around the club, eyes darting here and there, looking for anyone who looked out of place.

“Elain?” Az called, stepping up behind her. A warm hand was placed on her waist. “Elain, what’s wrong?” he asked, in her ear so she could hear him over the music.

The other man with them notated her attention fixed on the crowd and stepped closer before he too began scanning the room.

She returned her gaze to Azriel’s worried one. “Somebody is watching us. I can feel it.” Elain had always had a sixth sense when it came to things like this—something that became more prominent after Graysen attacked her, so when her gut alerted her to something amiss, she listened.

Azriel’s attention snapped to his companion. “Go,” he barked.

The long-haired man disappeared into the crowd within steps, despite his height and the breadth of his shoulders. She lost him within seconds and Elain realized this was a man whom if he didn’t want to make it known he was there, you’d have no idea he was. It was a bit terrifying to think of, to have that kind of ability and she thanked god it was on their side.

Az’s arm circled her waist and brought her closer to him, shielding her. “Let’s go.” He held her tightly against him as they hurried out through the door of the club and into the cold, Velaris night air.

She shivered, though whether that was from the briskness or being watched, she had no idea. Still, he rubbed his palms over her bare arms as he stopped to speak to the bouncer. Lorcan, if she remembered correctly.

“Take note of anyone who leaves in the next few minutes, in particular alone. Somebody inside doesn’t belong.”

“Do you need me to take a look?”

“I already have somebody inside doing a sweep.”

Lorcan nodded. “I’ll pull footage and send it to you tomorrow to review.”

Nudging her forward, Azriel got her in the car, locking the door manually before closing it and making his way to the driver’s side.

Once they had pulled away from the curb, her questions spilled out of her. “Azriel, who was that?”

He glanced at her briefly before returning his eyes to the road. “The informant? His name is Ruhn. He’s been on my payroll for almost five years now.”

“What does he do for you?”

“Gets me information.”

She huffed at the answer that wasn’t an answer. “And how does he get that information, exactly?”

A small curve of his lip. “So observant, my love.” He reached across the console to take her hand and brush a kiss across her knuckles. “By any means necessary.” So, manipulation and torture then. Those hazel eyes looked at her again; assessed her state. “What did you feel with his presence?”

She thought about it, leaning an elbow on the door to prop her chin on her fist. “He felt dangerous. Threatening.”

“Were you scared of him?”

“No,” she told him earnestly.

He contemplated her response. “You said he felt dangerous, but you weren’t scared of him. Why not?”

She wasn’t exactly sure where these twenty questions were going, but she knew Azriel had a point to it. “Because I know you’d have never brought him near me if he was a danger to me.” It was the truth. No matter whom Az had on his payroll, if he did not have his complete faith and trust in them, he wouldn’t let them anywhere near her.

“Well, you aren’t wrong there.”

“Why are you asking me, Azriel?” There was something he had been hedging towards, just hadn’t gotten to yet.

His thumb stroked the back of her palm in a soothing gesture. “I just want to know who you’re comfortable with should I have to send you somewhere to keep you safe.”

She looked taken back. “Send me somewhere? What do you even mean by that?”

He sighed. “Get you out of town. Without me, while I handle whatever situation has come up.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Azriel, I’m not going anywhere without you—”

“Elain…”

“Don’t you Elain me,” she hissed, pulling her hand back. “Haven’t we established that splitting up ends up causing more problems? Or do we need a refresher of what happened in that warehouse?”

Azriel pulled the car into its designated parking spot in the garage and twisted in his seat to look at her. “I don’t want to split up, El. But if I can better protect you with you somewhere else—”

“Stop.” Her throat tightened as she desperately tried to rein in her tears. “Despite what you think, we don’t work well when we’re apart. So, unless you’re planning on coming with me, you can put this bullshit plan of yours away. Because I won’t do it.” Elain crossed her arms over her chest.

He pursed his lips like he was fighting a smile. “Very well.”

Her brows shot into her hairline. “Really? That’s it?”

A chuckle. “Would you like to argue some more?”

Doe-eyes narrowed. “No, but I do have another question for you.”

“Of course,” he said, gesturing for her to continue.

“Your comment about Ruhn not kissing and telling—it seemed to suggest there was something more. Was there?”

“Ah, you caught that, huh?” He shook his head, rubbing his lower lip with his thumb. “Back in the early days of our partnership, Ruhn asked me to a threesome.”

If Elain thought her jaw was hanging open before, it was on the floor now. “You’re fucking with me?”

Azriel laughed, full-bellied. “I told you that he gets information by any means necessary. Sometimes he’ll use that sexual prowess of his to do the dirty work for him. It’s something I’ve made clear I never expected him to do but he said he likes using it, so I’ve let it go. You’d be amazed at how willing people are to talk after a few orgasms.” Another light chuckle.

“One night we were at a party and he was trying to work a woman who was dating the leader of the Southside gang. When he propositioned her, she said that she’d talk if she got two for one. The extra being me.”

Elain’s heart was beating so hard in her chest, she was surprised he couldn’t hear it. “Did you?” she asked, almost worried about the answer. She knew Azriel was far more experienced than her, but this just gave her a rough idea of how completely out of her element she was with him.

His eyes flicked over her face before he shook his head. “No, I didn’t. I don’t sell myself like that for information. Ruhn is free to do what he wants, but that’s not how I wanted to live my life.”

“So, you didn’t get the information you wanted.”

A smirk played on his lips. “Oh, I got it all right.”

“How?”

“Everyone has a price. Most people can be bought—just add enough zeros to the end of the number and they’ll sing. But Jess, the girlfriend, there was something she wanted more than money.”

Elain cocked her head to the side. “What’s that?”

“Freedom. You see, in my world, information is the most valuable thing you can own. When Ruhn asked me about the threesome and I turned it down, I knew we’d need to go to a backup plan. So, we took Jess into a room under the impression of fucking her, but instead, I offered to have her boyfriend killed and grant her, her freedom. He was a piece of shit, constantly beat her and put her in the hospital a few times. I knew this information ahead of the meeting to use should things go south. This was her one real chance to get out.”

“Why didn’t she go to one of those women’s shelters? Or the police?”

Azriel laid out a hand, palm up, and waited for Elain to place hers on it. “He would’ve killed her if she left him. He was not the type of man you can simply run away from, El. And the police wouldn’t have been able to help her. They’re essentially useless, nearly half being paid off by one criminal or another.”

“Do you have some on your payroll?”

He nodded. “I do.”

It was a lot to take in. A lot to digest. But she needed him to be honest with her, and he had. “Thank you, for telling me.”

He stroked her hand again. “I told you I wouldn’t keep things from you. I promise I won’t. And if you ever have questions about my past, please ask me. I’m sorry for upsetting you.”

Elain dipped her chin in forgiveness. Well, she supposed no better time than the present to get her newly unlocked fear out in the open. “Az, do you think I’m sexually compatible with you?”

Now it was his turn to look taken aback. “Where is this coming from?”

She swallowed the lump in her throat, gaze looking down at their linked fingers. “After our conversation earlier, with my candor about the ‘Sir’ and all that, and now just hearing about you being asked to a threesome, I can’t help but realize how completely out of my element I am in comparison to you. I just—” she sniffed hating that she was so insecure about this but wanting his reassurance anyways. “I just want to know if you have concerns about being with someone so inexperienced.”

“Elain, look at me.”

Taking a steadying breath, she finally did, finding his hazel irises blazing.

“You are more than enough for me. Have I ever given you any reason to doubt that I was unsatisfied with our sex life?”

She shook her head no.

“I very much love what we have. I love that you’re inexperienced and that I get to help you explore your pleasure and fantasies. Your sexual awakening is because of me, and that brings me great pride. You’re wondering if we are compatible? Baby, you were fucking made for me. Nobody could ever compare to what we have and how well we fit together. And right now, all I want to do is get you upstairs and show you exactly just how compatible we really are.”

Her breathing shifted during his speech; heat pooling between her thighs. Feeling emboldened by his words, Elain met his gaze and said, “Then what’s stopping you?”

Azriel was out of the car a half second later and at her door, scooping her out and throwing her over his shoulder.

She squealed in surprise. “Azriel!” she cried out, laughing and smacking him on the butt. “Put me down!”

“I will. On our bed and then I’m going to fuck you until your brain short-circuits and turns to goo.”

True to his word, he did just that—Elain was not able to form coherent sentences when he was through with her. But damn, did she sleep like a baby that night, tucked securely in his warm embrace, exhausted, without the worries of what was yet to come.

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hyunsoolgc · 1 year ago

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byeongkwan

( ... ) "I, uh... was in the neighborhood?" He says with a chuckle, prodding awkwardly at the back of his neck. "Your brother called me. Didn't even know he still had my number... Sounded real worried. He gave me your address and asked if I could go check on you and make sure you were okay..." His gaze is drawn beyond Hyunsoo's shoulder into the dimly lit apartment, the gloom palpable even from his place in the doorway. They meet eyes and he expects another contempt filled glare, but instead the other just seems... weary. Are you okay? "Do you... mind if I come in and charge my phone?" He pulls the device from the pocket of his hoodie, the low battery symbol flashing in the upper corner. "Won't take long."

"You don't have to lie to me..." Even if you're so good at it. Hyunsoo buries his chin into his chest, digging into the fluffy fabric of his sweater. Only now did he wish he had the wherewithal to put on a hooded one. Perhaps then he could have pulled the hood up to shroud himself in warmth and comfort until everything else went away. "You don't have to make excuses either..."

Begrudgingly, he opens the door all the way, turning his back to Byeongkwan as he steps inside. He makes sure to flick on the lights before doing so — even if it pains his eyes and makes them narrow.

"But I'm just fine. I don't know why he is making such a big deal about it..." As if calling twenty times will make me pick up. "He still thinks we're the best of friends. That's why he still has your number."

Fortunate for Hyunsoo, he still has his back turned to the older, hands busied with pouring a glass of water. He barely swivels to set it on the kitchen island for Byeongkwan to take at his leisure. For himself, he feels all too tempted to crack open a bottle of soju to drown in, but he decides instead on his favorite strawberry Milkis. ( Nevermind the exposure of his sweet tooth. )

He points in the direction of an outlet by the couch, maintaining the gesture until he flops onto it. The spot is still warm from where he laid before.

"You can stay until it charges back up a bit. I'm sure it won't take long." Hyunsoo rakes fingers through his hair — some sort of impatient tick that does little to conceal his discomfort. Being in such close proximity to the man he used to look up to is nothing short of excruciatingly awkward. His eyes travel to the thin framed shelf that sits against the adjacent wall.

#t / rubiks cube #lgcbk #queued

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todoscript · 4 years ago

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making out until your phone interrupts you two

characters: bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff, suggestive

word count: 2.8k+, 850-1000 words per character

warnings: characters are aged up, suggestive and mature content, implied sexual content, minors please beware

author’s note: how did these get as long as they did

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

As your soft hands brush along the nape of his neck and pinch at strands of ash blond hair, you feel his larger, calloused hands run along your thighs. Your lips come back for each other, hot and needy. Bakugou bites down harshly on your bottom lip, eliciting a squeal that grants him an opening to pry his tongue into your mouth to melt with yours. You follow in the frantic rhythm he sets, barely keeping pace as your grip on the slim fabric of his black tank top wrinkles in your curled fingers. Smirking, his hand runs up the skin beneath your shirt. He finds your squirming all the more amusing the more he rubs and gropes.

“Aw c’mon, babe. No fun if you’re already turning into pudding this fuckin’ early. Show some resistance, why don’t ya?” He eggs you on, but doesn’t cease in his ministrations, and in fact, only makes it harder for you to show any kind of fight. You detach your lips from his, pouting profusely with a scrunched nose. He looks back at you, expression sly and slick, well aware of what he’s doing. Well, you’re going to be sure he doesn’t get the last laugh.

Shifting all your weight onto his upper body, you move him over to lay down on the couch. He peers at your form towering above him, curious as to how you go about turning the tables against him tonight. His palms are flat on your thighs, remaining there as you settle your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself. You move your head down so your lips can touch and Bakugou cranes his neck slightly to meet you in the middle. However, a clamor sounding from a phone on the coffee table sends a rift in the atmosphere you’ve established and the incessant chime captures both of your attention. Your eyes go wide before blinking in realization that it’s your phone that’s going off right now.

Much to Bakugou’s dismay, you begin moving off of him. You get up to reach for your ringing phone, but his hand grabbing your wrist is faster.

“Don’t you dare answer it,” Bakugou orders, failing to suppress the blunt annoyance in his tone.

“What if it’s an important call from work?”

Hearing your response, he begrudgingly lets go of your wrist, sitting back on the couch, and grumbling beneath his breath.

“Fuck, it better not take long then.”

You playfully roll your eyes at him. You take a glance at the screen before pressing the green icon and nestle your phone next to your ear.

As you converse with the person on the other line, the blond is glaring knives at the device, no doubt mentally sending curses to whichever asshole decided to interrupt the mood just when things were starting to get good. Now he’s contemplating as to why he was generous enough to let you answer the damn phone in the first place. Shoulda just chucked that thing into the next room, left to be forgotten as the two of you would’ve been occupied with much more important matters.

In retaliation with his thoughts, he abruptly pulls your body into his lap, legs on either side of his thighs, straddling him. Being so occupied with your phone call, you don’t have much opportunity to comment on his behavior. In fact, Bakugou actually doesn’t allow you any opportunity.

Without warning, he plants his mouth on your neck, proceeding to nibble and suckle with just the right amount of pressure that makes you jolt in his lap. A small squeak leaves you, the noise eluded by the other person on the line thanks to you shifting your phone away from your mouth in time. You glare at the blond, silently asking with pointed brows what the hell he thought he was doing. But Bakugou only finds amusement in your struggles.

“Go on, keep talking, princess,” he mumbles loud enough for only you to hear and you feel his lips curl against your skin. You notice his hands busying themselves, tugging at the hem of your shirt, but despite that, you can’t do anything but continue with your conversation, unless you want your caller to start suspecting you’re undergoing other… activities as you were speaking to them.

You are so gonna get it later, mister. You mentally note your promises of retribution before returning to the chat while trying to ignore Bakugou’s mischief to the best of your ability.

After powering through the next couple of minutes of exchanges—your replies hastening and voice hitching whenever Bakugou’s ministrations became impatiently persistent—you finally say your hurried goodbyes, hitting the end call button.

That acts as Bakugou’s cue to pounce on you. He swipes your phone right from your fingertips and tosses it half-hazardously on the couch, out of your reach.

“Katsuki, you—!”

The moment you open your mouth to say something in retort, your words are cut off. Bakugou’s lips slot with yours to resume your intimate lip-lock, even more intense than earlier by how he barely allows you to draw a single breath.

“Oh no you don’t. No fucker is going to interrupt us this time, I’m going to make sure of that,” is the last he says before hoisting you up from your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist, and leading you both to your bedroom.

MIDORIYA IZUKU

Entering your living room, Midoriya finds you lounging on the couch with the TV on, curled up with a blanket and watching the latest episode of a show you’ve been following. He stretches out his muscles as he approaches you, body aching at every extension of his limbs. With his groans sounding rather exasperated, you face in his direction.

“Tired?” you question as Midoriya takes a seat beside you.

“Yeah, just a bit. The villains keep getting tougher these days,” he answers, cracking his knuckles, craning his neck to relieve a particular spot that’s been bothering him. You open up the blanket to let him take refuge in your warm haven and he scoots closer to you.

As expected of being the Number One Hero, his duties to the populace only grow more challenging with each passing moment. But he knows better than to complain about the job he was so heavily entrusted to by All Might. Besides, nothing beats saving the day and putting a smile on every citizen’s face. Well, nothing… except maybe spending time with you at the end of the day.

“I’m proud of you though, Izuku. You’ve been working so hard lately,” you say sweetly as your hand goes to massage Midoriya’s neck, rubbing at just the right areas that make him relax beneath your touch. “So proud of you.”

“Y-Yeah?” Midoriya doesn’t mean to stutter, but he fights back a groan when your fingers slowly travel up to his scalp.

“Yeah…” Your voice is tenderly hushed between you two, leaning in closer, to the point where your faces are seconds from touching. With your fingers still twined in his curly green hair, you angle him ever so slightly to meet the smoldering look in your eyes. It doesn’t take much for him to mirror the expression, eyes growing equally lidded and just as desirable. Then, before you had even realized it, you both closed the distance.

Tongue and teeth immediately clash. Midoriya is quick to overpower you as you let out a giggle, being forced to lay back on the couch. With your show inevitably about to be forgotten, the green-haired male smoothly reaches for the remote on your side before pointing the off button at the TV and tossing it to the ground.

He cradles your head from behind to bring your lips impossibly closer. Your hands remain laced through unruly emerald strands, occasionally tugging at his scalp, evoking a hum that vibrates between your lips coming together again and again.

When you finally separate after a rather lengthy session of lip-locking, your breaths are ragged—faces hot. He stares down at you, transfixed by your swollen, plush lips that he wishes to dive down again for more kisses.

“God, what did I ever do to deserve you?” he asks—a rhetorical question, but you smile at it nonetheless.

“I should be asking you that, Number One Hero.” You cup his face in your hands, thumb delicately brushing against those endearing freckles of his as you’re about to pull him down again.

But, just as your eyes close, waiting for your mouths to meet, the world splits open at a blaring echo crashing upon you. You abruptly halt your movements, watching as Midoriya does the same, eyes blown wide. You both turn your heads in the direction of the sound coming from the phone next to the kitchen.

“The phone…” Midoriya murmurs, wondering who would be calling at this hour. But upon glancing over at the wall clock, you remember something. It was actually around that time you were expecting a phone call from a friend of yours anyway. It had entirely slipped your mind after being so caught up in your make-out session with him.

“Sorry, Izuku. It’s probably for me,” you inform, an apologetic smile on your face as he slowly gets off you, allowing you to cease the ringing in the distance.

Sitting up on the couch, he watches you traverse to the kitchen, his elbows resting on his thighs. He drops his head into his hands, noticing his leg hopping up and down restlessly. It’s hard to come down from his high after getting worked up like that, and with that phone call appearing out of nowhere, he’s not sure what to do with himself other than not to get too excited.

Despite that, Midoriya musters the most patience as he possibly can. I mean, the amount of times you’ve been interrupted by Midoriya’s own urgent calls coming from his agency warrants him to exercise some self-restraint, knowing how riled up you could get at times, yet still kindly letting him go about his work like the saint you are.

But after a long day of patrolling the city and defeating foes, all Midoriya desires at the moment is to drown in all the love you have to offer him and leave everything behind to think of only you and him together. He overhears your conversation due to the silence spread across your living space, making out bits and pieces but never taking the time to distinguish the topic of your discussion.

No good, he thinks. Midoriya resigns to the fact he simply can’t keep as still as he would like, already getting up from the couch to seek you out. When he finds you, you’re laughing into the phone, likely finding whatever your friend said humorous, but when he wraps his arms around you, you jerk in surprise, that same laughter replaced by a quiet squeal. You feel Midoriya’s head tuck itself in the space linking your neck and shoulder, planting a single delicate kiss on the exposed skin. He glances at you, emerald eyes gleaming in a silent plea.

You smile in reply, understanding what he wants as you hold up a finger to tell him to give you a moment. “Um, sorry, I’ll have to call you back later. There’s something I have to do right now,” you say into the phone and after exchanging farewells, dismiss the call.

Turning in his arms, you come face-to-face with the relieved look in his eye. “Baby couldn’t wait?”

He releases a sigh, smiling warily. “You know I can never wait when it comes to you.”

TODOROKI SHOUTO

Fresh and clean out of the shower, you toss your towel around your slightly damp hair as you walk into the bedroom. Todoroki is already there waiting for you, sitting on the edge of your shared futon while checking something on his phone. Upon hearing your footsteps, he glances up, and smiles as soon as your eyes find each other. He clicks his phone off and sets it to the side before beckoning you over with spread arms.

You kneel in front of him and lean into his comforting embrace. His body is just the right temperature against you that soothes the heat abiding your skin from your steamy shower. Feeling you melt into his chest, he tilts his head, pressing his nose into your hair, and notes the fragrant scent of your shampoo that harmoniously washes over his senses.

“You smell… nice,” he comments, nuzzling his nose to your neck.

Honey… and vanilla…

You giggle at the tickling sensation. “I would hope so, considering I just took a shower.” Todoroki hums at your humor, lifting his head to find your eyes. He takes a moment to pay every detail its utmost attention, from your misty hair to the warmth flushed on your cheeks as his knuckles graze over your skin. You look away from his punctilious gaze, his gray and turquoise eyes making you feel small.

That won’t do, he thinks.

Before you can even process his actions, he leans forward to capture your lips. Taken by surprise, a faint sound floats above your mouth that is quickly swallowed by him.

Again… and again… and again.

As you let yourself surrender to the fervent kisses, Todoroki maneuvers you two onto your futon, where he hovers over you, lips never once parting throughout your movements. You hum in delight when his tongue immerses itself in your mouth. The gratuitous feeling doesn’t stick for long though.

A ringing sound resonates above the futon, and your attention is immediately diverted. Your motions falter beneath him, causing you to fall off beat now that your mind has one more thing to worry about. On the other hand, Todoroki is least bit concerned over the noise, unrelentingly nibbling at your lips to try and elicit more sweetness from them. Unfortunately, his fun is cut short as you lay your hand on his chest, lightly pushing him away so he removes his mouth from you.

“Shouto... My phone.”

Todoroki glances at the phone in question before returning to your form, disheveled under him. He gives you a look of indifference. “It can wait,” he states simply, about to dive down to resume what he started, but you don’t concede so easily.

“It could be important,” you reason.

Releasing a sigh, Todoroki allows you some space to turn over on your stomach and reach out for your phone, the chiming desisting as you answer it and greet whoever decided to call you at this time of night.

The conversation you’re having flies over Todoroki’s head. The only thing on his mind right now is you finishing the call and continuing where you two left off, praying it won’t take long.

However, eventually his impatience gets the best of him. His eyes wander the room simply to return to you—laying with your upper body propped on your pillow as you hover the phone next to your ear. He peeks at the small droplet of water trailing your hair just before it falls atop the skin of your neck. He seems almost mesmerized by it as it begins its trek down your collarbones, reveling in the enticing sight despite how ordinary it must be to the common eyes. For him, it just makes things all the more difficult to sit still.

Needy and with little to do, he shifts toward you.

“Right, and I– Ah!” your sentence slips on you mid-speech as you feel something cold touch the nape of your neck.

“Y/n? Everything alright?” your caller asks, static voice laced with concern that you almost overlook when the chilling sensation on your neck returns. You turn your head and discover Todoroki bending forward to place his lips repeatedly on your neck. You can’t tell if his lips are particularly colder than usual or if you’re still a little heated from your shower. Either way, the heightened sensitivity raises goosebumps on your skin.

“I-I’m fine! I just bumped into something, is all!” you reply, though your voice pitches, feeling Todoroki’s equally cool hands graze your back under your shirt.

“Oh, please be careful! The fatigue must be catching up with you after such a long day, and I did call you at a pretty late time, huh? Tell you what, we can talk about this again tomorrow morning so you can get your rest for the night, okay?”

You are beyond grateful for the convenience bestowed to you. Though, you honestly think resting is surely the last thing on a certain someone’s mind right now.

“Right! Thank you..! Have a good night!” With that, you promptly end the call. Repositioning onto your back, you cross eyes with Todoroki, making a point at hardening your expression and seeming offended. Though the man knows it’s more so a facade than anything and that you’re not actually angry at him.

“Oh, you..!” You emphasize your words with a bump of your fist against his shoulder, albeit with minimal strength.

He chuckles at your pouty lips, leaning down for a peck before moving some hair out of your face. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” he admits, the curve of his lips bordering on a smirk and a genuine smile that you find hard to be mad at.

“Shall we resume where we left off then?”

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years ago

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𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝐻𝑦𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑 𝑃𝑒𝑡 𝐺𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑡 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warnings: NSFW content. Read at your own discretion.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Loud and intense slurping sounds were the only thing heard besides your whimpers and moaning. You tried to move away from the face that was currently buried between your legs as you felt your 6th orgasm building up, but a firm hand placed itself on your stomach, holding you down to keep you from moving.

"Come on my little kitten, you know you want to cum one more time. Cum for me."

Hongjoong's skillful tongue laps up all of your juices, not letting a single drop go to waste. Coming up to lay on top of you, he kisses you tenderly, leftover arousal on his lips now being tasted by you. His fingers sweep your hair away, scratching at the back of your [insert color] ears and he chuckles when he feels you purring into his mouth.

"You feeling good kitten? You feel better?"

Although having him eat you out so many times was always a delight, you still felt like you needed more, your core starting to feel empty and needy. Looking up at him, your pupils dilated as your fingers brushed along the tent in his pants. Playing coy, Hongjoong tilted his head at you.

"What is it kitten? Do you want something from me?"

Hongjoong chuckled when he felt your claws began tearing at his jeans. Getting the hint, he began to take himself out, slapping his head on your clit.

"Don't worry kitten, master will fill you up."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Seonghwa let out a loud hiss when he felt your walls clench unbearably tight around him. His hand came down to caress the red prints he had left all over your ass, stroking them with utmost tenderness, before coming over to play with your little cotton tail, which briefly twitched when it felt his touch.

"You like that my little bunny?"

Your drawned out moan was an affirmative answer. Wanting to further tease you, he harshly tugged at your tail, sending you yelping into the pillow as you began cumming all over him.

"Oh fuck bunny! I'm gonna cum! Gonna cum inside you!" He cried out, his thrusts becoming more sporadic.

Your long ears began fretting uncontrollably when they heard his words.

"N-no master! You could get me pregnant! Humans can still-" Your sentence couldn't be finished as your body began getting heated once more.

Seonghwa's thrusts never stopped, in fact they got more desperate. Leaning over, he began kissing along your back.

"Really? I can breed you my little bunny?"

You nodded your head as you felt yourself cumming once again, nearly squirting when you heard his next words.

"Then let's knock you up. I wanna see you full of my babies."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Your fingers couldn't keep from fisting at your skirt, your eyes looking everywhere but at the tv in front of you, where a movie your loving master had put on for your weekly movie nights you often had. You hated this, you thought you could distract yourself and ignore the immense throbbing that started that morning, but it was becoming too much.

"Baby? Are you ok? What's wrong pup?"

Yunho's voice snapped you out of your thoughts and until then you realized you had been unconsciously rutting yourself on his thigh, your cheeks burning red with embarrassment. But Yunho didn't seem to mind as he began kissing your shoulders, hands sliding up under your shirt to knead at your exposed breasts.

"It hurts doesn't it puppy?"

You nodded, melting into his touch and tilting your head so he could suck hickeys into your neck.

"Is this ok? Does this feel better?" He asked you as he pinched your nipples.

You whined loudly, loving your master's caresses, but wanting them places elsewhere.

"Yes but-but.." You were too scared to ask him.

"But what pup? Still hurts? Where do you need it?"

Humming softly, Yunho dropped one hands inside your skirt, pushing your panties to the side to slide a finger, then 2 inside of you. You cried out at the stretch his long fingers gave you, spreading your legs out more so he could add a 3rd one.

"Master will take the pain away for you pup."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Coming home to find you, his fox hybrid, in pain and furiously grinding yourself onto a pillow somehow didn't phase Yeosang. He knew that you were bound to start your first heat anytime soon. You on the other hand, didn't fully understand what was happening to your body.

"M-master, please help." You begged him, your eyes becoming brimmed with tears.

Gently, Yeosang calmed you down first before ushering you to lie your naked body down onto the bed. Petting your ears softly, he went to his closet to get out the box he had stashed away until this moment arrived. Coming back over to you, he took out a weird device you had never seen before, but it was pink, long and cylindrical in shape. Turning on a button, it began making a buzzing noise and Yeosang then lowered it down until it touched your throbbing clit.

"Oh! Oh my god." You squirmed as vibrations pulsated all over your body.

Yeosang's fingers went back to your ears, stroking them as he moved the device around your sensitive little nub.

"This is called a vibrator my dear. It will help you out at times like these."

Soon he moved the vibrator from your clit and slipped it inside you, sliding it in and out of you until you were a shaking mess and came for the first time in your life. Taking it out of you, Yeosang studied the glistening juices left from your orgasm.

"Of course, one day even this won't be enough for you..."

You blushed and let out a squeak when you saw him lick some of the cum off as he winked at you.

"But that's what my cock will be here for."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San's fingers yanked your hair from the pillow, not willing to let you muffle the screams pouring out of your mouth. You cried out even harder as he began landing hard slaps on your ass.

"Stop trying to hide now, acting like you weren't rutting yourself on Mingi's lap just 5 minutes ago like the little bitch in heat you are."

Tears came down your cheeks as your legs threatened to give out underneath you. You didn't want to make San mad, but your heat was unbearable and yes, you accidentally rutted yourself on his friend while he was cuddling you on his lap.

"I'm sorry master! My- can't control my heat!" You exclaimed.

San let out a pensive hum, his hips slowing down until they stopped and he pulled out of you, which made you whine harder at being denied to cum.

"You're right....you really can't control yourself when you're in heat. All you can think about is getting fucked over and over."

With a sadistic grin, he threw you over his shoulder and stormed out of the room and into the living room, where his other members had reddened faces at having heard what was going on, but now they looked in shock as San set you on the floor, displaying your naked form to them.

"Guys my little puppy hybrid is in heat and needs a little fucking. Correction....a lot of fucking." He emphasized the last part.

Using his foot, he made you open your legs so they could all look at your soaked hole which ached to be filled once more, stuffed to the brim with cum.

"Come on guys, I've seen you stare at my little bitch too many times. If you want to fuck her, now's your chance. "

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

You couldn't ask for a better caregiver than Mingi. You absolutely loved him and he absolutely adored you. He took great care of you and was always displaying his affection towards you. And he always made sure to satisfy your needs, especially when you went into heat. You always looked forward to those times because he was extra attentive and even romantic towards you.

"There you go my pretty little kitten. That's it. Just take it nice and slow."

Your head was thrown back, eyes closed as you lost yourself in the immense pleasure of grinding against his huge cock. Mingi's hands were holding onto your waist, guiding your movements so he could hit your sweet spot each time you sunk down on his length. The splashing sounds of the water in the bathtub you two were in were the only other sounds besides the moans coming out both of your mouths.

Mingi attached his mouth to your neck, sucking down on your wet skin, brushing away some of your dampened hair.

"You're so beautiful my pretty one, and you're doing so well taking my cock." You lived for his praises and sweet words.

"Thank you master. Thank you for making me feel-"

You were silenced when he suddenly pressed his lips against yours, his tongue running itself across your upper lip as he began bucking his hips harder into you.

"Shh. Hush kitten."

You melted and immediately came all over him, feeling overwhelmed with not only euphoria but with love as well.

"Don't thank me kitten. Master just wants to make sure you're taken care of properly."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Wooyoung hummed a soft tune to himself as he carefully flipped the pancakes he was currently cooking on the stove. It was early morning and he was wearing nothing but his sweatpants, hair a mess and in tangles from his previous night with you. He squealed when he suddenly felt a body press itself to his.

"Don't give me a heart attack so early in the morning." He scolded you, swatting the utensil on one of your fluffy ears.

Letting out a huff, you turned him to face you and he was kinda surprised to see you there naked. Just as he was about to ask, you pulled him in for a desperate kiss, fingers raking against his bare chest as you pulled him over to the table.

"God dammit Y/N, are you seriously this horny this early?" Although he complained, he still made no effort to push you off him nor stop your hand from palming his growing hard on.

"I'm still in heat! Please, I need you." You whimpered at him, taking one of his hands to cup and feel your dripping mound.

Growling, Wooyoung flipped you so you were laying on the table, his hands spreading your legs open. Pulling his sweatpants down, he surprised you when you saw he had gone commando that morning.

"What? I knew there would be no use in wearing underwear."

You gasped when he entered you promptly, immediately pounding his into you. He was going at it so hard you reached your hands up to grip onto his arms to steady yourself as you felt the first orgasm of the day washing over you.

"Fuck! You really are just a horny little bunny. Just wants to pounce on my cock and get fucked dumb."

You shook under him when he snaked a hand to wrap around your throat, making you go dizzy as you began chanting his name over and over again.

"I'll make sure to fuck you dumb my horny bunny."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Catching your ears poke out from the doorway, Jongho set his weights down and turned to look at you, who immediately hid.

"What's wrong my little vixen?" He celled out for you.

You nervously stuck your face out.

"No....nothing master. I'm sorry for disturbing you."

Just as you were about to run away, Jongho called out for you again.

"Wait! Babygirl come over here." He ordered you.

Seeing you walk in with your fingers tugging at your oversized sleeves, cheeks pink and ears down, Jongho could already guess what was going on. Cupping your chin, he tilted it up.

"Well then? What is it my little vixen?"

You wanted to cry from how embarrassed you were and for disturbing Jongho with your dirty needs when he was obviously busy.

"I'm sorry m-master ... I'll go-"

"Nonsense my darling. It's ok. I know you're still in heat so don't cry ok?"

Pecking your lips, he picked you up and walked over to the couch, sitting down and immediately stripping you out of your shorts and panties, which were drenched at this point. Jongho then gently placed you on one of his thighs just as he always did when you went into heat, his hands giving your ass cheeks a gentle squeeze.

"Ok. Go on my little vixen. Put on your little show for me, fuck yourself on my thigh as much as you want."

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starshipsofstarlord · 4 years ago

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Rush Hour

Pairing | Sebastian Stan x reader

Summary | whilst on the way to an interview, you and Sebastian are stuck in traffic. There seems to be only one way to pass the time that comes to mind.

Warnings | smut, fingering, teasing, slight voeyurism I guess (on the phone?)

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It was stressful, viewing how parades of cars, lined up in their designated sections filled the large road. It appeared as none of them were going to start moving for a while, and it made you bite your lip in frustration. Out of all days, it had to be this very one, when you had to assign your presence within a specific slot of time.

You and Sebastian had even left early, as insurance that you would arrive at your destination on time, but now, you had severe doubts that you would. And those doubts, within the past few minutes, had became incredible high. It looked as though there was no chance of escaping this frozen parade for the current and important time being.

Even the simplicity of looking out the window made you slightly mad, you had places to be, as you assumed many other people that were under the same predicament were too, but for the meanwhile, you weren’t going anywhere. The lines of vehicles were stuck in some kind of limbo, stricken by the same thundering of karma at once.

Your significant other was behind the wheel, tapping his long fingers upon the round gear, causing your attention to divert up to his talented digits. As you studied them and their smooth exterior, an idea rendered in your fuming mind, and so, to put it into action, you slyly placed one of your own hands to rest upon his upper thigh.

Sebastian, instead of waving off the affection, smiled at it, thinking that it was nothing more than a tender instinct to also calm him down. The bet was, his agent would have his ass for showing up late, well aware that they had been the one to arrange this press in order to promote the latest of your shared projects.

However, he had not expected in this bustling, and public surrounding moment that you would creep your grip up higher, and so he tensed as you did just that. But he chose to allow you to continue for now, his front deep digging solely into his lower lip to express some of the tension that he was under whilst stuck in the car.

It was impossible to predict how long the pair of you would be stuck in the moving box, and it seemed that you had configured a way in your mind to pass it. One that had lead to your fingers dancing over his trousers, and making him groan lightly in anticipation.

His cobalt eyes snapped towards you though as you removed your hand. To put it simply, you were teasing him, riling him up in the constricted amount of space. It relented you no escape from him, nor his uptake in revenge. And as you shrouded under his gaze against the inside of the passenger side door, you gulped.

Perhaps, you thought, you should have just kept your hands to yourself. And then, you would not have been stuck in this predicament of being cursed with his winter glare; it made you feel like melting ice cowering into the level below. For a second, you wished the controls of the radio volume had the ability to reverse time, so that you could correct your mistake.

The feeling of his hands abandoning the wheel, considering that the car was not going to be continuing moving on the road for a while, and drifting towards the bottom seam of your skirt had you inhaling as much air as your lungs would allow. It would not be the first instance of which he put his earnest skin upon yours in public, but with all around being still on one spot, a part of you worried sincerely of a noticed fan grabbing their phone with their clammy hands, and recording the interaction.

And if done, the interval, whilst stuck in one, would be painted sourly over the entire internet. There would be an assortment of clashing reviews; some lustful and imagining what it would be like to be trapped in the car with you two, and others shaming of your indecency. And to say the magazines and online articles would have a field day, well, that would be an understatement.

Seb drifted his feather light touch up higher, brushing just above the border that labelled the end of your outfit. Instead of say anything that compromised his mission, you settled back into your seat, sinking your head into the designed rest, and opened your legs a little, permitting him no resistance to do as he pleased; all because, you wanted the satisfaction and fulfilment of the adult acts too.

Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, squashing it beneath the carnivorous bone, as his hands danced elegantly around beneath the complimentary fabric. He toyed with you, by stroking his fingers over the thin material of your underwear, expertly putting pressure down upon your covered bud, confiscating a breathy whine out of your closed mouth. “You’re already wet.” A damn smirk coveted itself upon his healthy lips, your eyes flickering between the seductive sight, and that hidden beneath your clothes.

“Do something.” It wasn’t an order on your part; it was a sensual beg, in other terms, your sexual starvation put into words. The air from your lungs was practically ripped away as your partner delved his explorative fingers into the privacy of your garments, the pads of his delirium causing fingers heading straight towards your swollen and puffy clit.

With no hesitancy, you head rolled sideways to rest against the window, your breath frosting carelessly against the glass. Instead of caring about what was being viewed from the outside of the car, you focused on what could be seen from within the space of the front two seats. And so, you pushed up your skirt, giving the pair of you an explicit image of his hand roaming beneath the divider that kept your crotch from the barren air.

“Like this?” Sebastian taunted, sinking a finger into your sopping hole, causing your eyelashes to flutter at the sensation. A furrow worried his face however, even as he stayed still, not moving his digit, all due to the ringing of his phone. Using his free hand, he picked up the device, bringing it to his ear. “Hello?”

As he began to converse, he slowly paced his finger in and out of you, the thought of him finger fucking you whilst on the phone making you that much wetter. “No, me and y/n are going to be late, there’s traffic.” You assumed that he was speaking to his agent, and as you mewled, he left you empty, bringing his finger to his mouth to clean.

“I don’t know how long it’s going to be until the road clears.” Seb sighed, after removing his slick coated digit from his mouth, pouring a little spit onto it, and bringing it down to rest on you clit. Shuffling, you leant back as far as the seat belt allowed you to have both of your feet to be perched on the end of the passenger side, knees tucked up your body willing to take whatever he would so much as give to you.

“Seb.” At the sound of his voice falling so erotically from his lips, a crease formed between his eyebrows, and so, as punishment for interfering with the static of his phone, he pinched your clit, and to cease the audible response, you bit into the palm of your hand, leaving indents of your teeth begins.

“I can’t make it go any faster.” You were not sure whether he was speaking to you or his agent. But it didn’t matter, not as he began to roll your clit between his fingers, paying the button ample attention, that had your head going all fuzzy and thoughtless.

“As much as I wish I could clear up this whole parade of stuck cars, I can’t.” He deliberately shook his head, purposely looking away from where he was playing with you to keep focused on the phone call, despite still rubbing tight circles around your bud. “She’s fine, in fact, she’s fallen asleep. Y/n will be all rested and content if we get there.”

Rested was a word that you were opting against, but if you were going to be privileged with being made content, then who were you to argue with him? So you remained silent, biting onto anything that could silence you, to keep yourself satisfied and ensuring that he would keep some truth behind his words. “See what you can do, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With little to no reluctance, he dropped his phone onto his lap, it meeting and causing some friction against his semi. But the awakening in his trousers was not his priority, instead it was the slick that was collecting so wholesomely on his fingers, acting as a natural lubrication to continue his round administrations.

“Sebby.” This time, instead of trying to silence you, the man marked you with a pleasant grin, only to apply more pressure behind his movements. It was a wicked deed, but you had no mind to it as it served no bother; instead, you were rather pleased that he was to be giving in on his pardoning.

“You going to cum for me darling?” His words were almost taunting, you could feel a flush of heat cascade up your neck and all around your body. And all from clitoral stimulation, this man certainly knew what he was doing. “Cum on my fingers baby, make them all nice and wet.”

Plunging your teeth once more into your bottom lip, you groaned, shutting your eyes and breathing steadily throughout your nostrils. And with that, you shattered underneath him, your shoulders twinging from the spasming aftershocks that riddled your body senseless.

“Would you look at that, the cars are slowly beginning move.” You needn’t have even needed to open your y/e/c eyes to know that there was an amused smirk contouring his features; that man sure could get cocky sometimes, and half of those happened to be in public.

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llamagoddessofficial · 3 years ago

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Happy (late im sorry) birthday @aka-indulgence !!! I wrote you a special thing... with one of your special boyos whomst you managed to convert me into loving. I hope you had a fun day!!

Tw; caves, broken bones

You’d stopped screaming a while ago.

There were a lot of reasons- for one, the air in the cave was damp, thick, choking... screaming required you to take a deep inhale of the stale smog and your lungs were already starting to reject it. It was borderline unbearable and you were pretty certain that if you survived this, you’d be choking and coughing for a week at least.

... But that wasn’t the biggest reason. That wasn’t the most important reason you were keeping your mouth shut tight, as you laid on your back in complete darkness, eyes darting around as fast as they could and leg numb with agony.

By this point, screaming was a critical danger that would get you killed.

... The cave just behind the cliff was rumoured to be impossibly deep, to have once contained some kind of legendary terrifying monster that reacted violently to intruders and killed those who didn’t heed its immediate warnings to leave. Of course, there were no modern sightings of this mythical beast, and it definitely sounded less like fact and more like some urban legend designed to keep people away from a dangerous area. No one had ever mapped it... no one wanted to, even the most intrepid of local explorers. The stories (and a healthy serving of common sense) seemed to have prevailed long enough for that particular entrance to just be left alone.

...

So of course, your study group decided it’d be such a good place to spend a Friday night, armed with nothing but half-charged torches, rucksacks full of drinks, and borrowed walking shoes.

You could feel tears gathering at the corners of your eyes, gravity dragging them down the sides of your face as you stared upward into the total blackness. It was stupid to come down here, horror movie levels of stupid- but you just couldn’t say no to them. The study group was the closest thing you had to friends, and you let them lure you into coming along, you’d allowed yourself to be led by your terror of being left out.

... You had no idea how long you’d been lying on your back in total darkness with your immovable leg throbbing with pain, but it was getting clearer and clearer no one was coming back for you.

... So I guess you’ve been left out after all- left out in a cave to die.

...

A noise. You turned your head, quickly- a familiar blood red colour standing out against the black, closer than last time. Panic jolted through you once again and you grappled with your flashlight, turning it on and pointing it directly at the red; a harsh white circle of light appeared and illuminated a section of the cave. You saw bone and a wide maw of terrifying teeth for a split second before it retreated quickly from the glow in a flurry of movement, disappearing back into the nothingness, an aggravated snarl rippling through the cavern.

...

Your friends, if you could even call them that, seemed to have followed the philosophy of ‘don’t outrun the bear, just outrun the slowest person’. When the monster had attacked your group in the dark, everyone panicked and ran for the exit... and when you stumbled, falling down a steep shaft into what was most likely going to end up being your grave, you became the slowest person.

And the ‘bear’ focused on you.

... It was hanging around in the darkness surrounding you. You could hear it, scuttling, waiting, the terrifying sound bouncing off the walls and coming from every direction at once, you hated how your panic and the enclosed space worked perfectly together to fuck with your hearing. Your only hope was the flashlight you clutched in both quivering hands.

...

You turned to the left, and caught sight of the red again. An engorged, blood coloured orb, slowly moving closer to you like a stalking wolf- it paused when you raised the flashlight, ready to recoil, and you jammed your clammy thumb onto the on button.

...

Nothing.

...

“... N-no.” You said, tiny, voice cracking, shaking the device and mashing the useless button over and over. Suddenly, just like that, the darkness around you had swallowed you completely whole. “No, no, no...”

...

The monster made the same realisation you had. The flashlight was out of battery. The bloody red eye contracted a fraction... and then, upon realising your only line of defence was gone, advanced toward you.

...

You screamed as loud as you possibly could. You screamed with your whole chest, so hard it ricocheted across the walls and rang in your ears, you kicked your good leg against the ground in a desperate attempt to push yourself away but your heel just slipped on the floor. The sound didn’t deter it- and the eye got bigger and bigger, coming closer by the second, the true scale of the thing hunting you was dawning alongside the panic.

It’s gonna eat me.

The eye was the size of your fist. You could smell something, something warm, its breath, you were seized with unparalleled fear and you blindly swung the useless torch like a weapon. To your shock, it connected- landing squarely on what must’ve been a cheekbone. But it did about as much damage as a pillow would to a rhino and the flashlight shattered into pieces upon impact, with the monster not even so much as flinching.

It was definitely breath, you could feel it in your hair. It smelled like blood. Giant hands moved around your torso, under your arms, and picked you clean up off the ground- and the oh-so-familiar heavy ‘scuttling’ sound of him moving filled your ears.

S-someone help me!

You punched at his ribs, still ‘screaming' (it was hardly screaming anymore because it was punctured by cracks and thin breaths), the world was beginning to drown out. The sounds and smells and pain were all so overwhelming, the dark and red of his eye were already eating you before he’d even opened his mouth, all you could think about was how no matter how much you didn’t want to you were going to die.

...

Light. Light that wasn’t his eye. It was enough to distract from your shouting, pathetic attempt at making noise catching in your throat. Little glowing rocks- crystals, maybe, they dotted the floor and walls, creating a faint white that was just enough to see by but still filled the world around you with wriggling shadows.

... It was enough to, for the first time, properly see the creature that was taking you.

He was huge; a skeletal upper half, barrel-chested, shoulders twice the width of your own and a heavy sternum with ribs like prison bars. The size of his jaw and thickness of his teeth told you he wasn’t the kind of predator that wasted any time with theatrics; there was no serration, probably no venom, he wasn’t going to be using valuable time to suffocate victims. With a mouth like that he would get right to the point- crushing straight through bone like eggshell.

He was staring ahead. Concentrated.

... Your eyes darted past his skeletal body to the main thing you'd been afraid of seeing; his lower body was a centipede. Giant scar-mottled gleaming brown carapace, trailing off into the dark, massive hooked 'feet' working in perfect undulating tandem to move him effortlessly across the uneven cave floor. You had absolutely no idea how long he was, you couldn't even hazard a guess. No wonder you'd heard his scuttling all around you in the darkness, it wasn't your mind playing tricks on you, he'd literally been all around you- you never stood a chance, did you?

You'd wedged your arms between yourself and his massive ribcage, shaking hands pushing as hard as you could. Despite how obviously little it was counteracting his hold, it was your last way of feeling like you were fighting. Your face and neck ached, your chin was wobbling, your head pounded.. you were a melting ice statue ready to shatter at the slightest push.

You were running out of fight.

... He carried you up, over a lip, into a small alcove. A recessed section of rock, a cave within a cave- a slightly more concentrated cluster of those glowing stones revealed the interior was lined with furs, rags, chunks of sleeping bags, old and well-loved blankets. Some kind of nest.

I’m... am I hyperventilating? you thought, feeling disconnected and dizzy, mind retreating further and further away from your body as a final defence mechanism. Everything’s spinning.

...

Softness. At first, you thought you’d just gone completely numb... but when you concentrated a little more, you were surprised to find you were staring up at the glow-dotted stone ceiling.

...

... He’d... put you down. On his nest of blankets? He was hovering over you, breath still brushing your cheeks and forehead... that terrible eye shifted its gaze down your body, you felt like a dinner being surveyed.

... You couldn’t even bring yourself to try and wriggle away. What chance did you stand? Further and further into numbness... am I going into shock?

...

He reached toward your broken leg. You didn't even want to look at it; it hurt so badly. You squeezed your eyes shut, suppressing a sob.

...

Warmth.

A pleasant kind- like you'd just laid the broken limb beside a fire. Tingling faintly... magic? Healing magic? You couldn’t look, you didn’t have the stomach to see just how mangled the leg was, that’d just make it hurt even worse. But it was...

... Nice.

The warmth was like an eraser. It floated over the leg, fuzzy and comforting, and wherever it floated the pain just... ebbed away.

...

You opened your eyes again. When he stopped, there was no more pain in your leg. None at all. And he was just... sitting there. Staring at you.

...

“Y-you...” You croaked. The hole in the centre of his eyelight shrank a fraction. The magic felt like it was doing something to you; you could feel your shoulders slowly unwinding, chest relaxing enough for you to take breaths that actually filled your lungs, throbbing head settling down. “... You healed me?”

... Was clubbing him with a flashlight the wrong idea?

...

... He made a sound. Several sounds, actually... soft, throated, deep and staggered... chuffing, like a tiger. Such a gentle noise, for such a giant monster...

...

He seemed to make a decision. With one last little chuff and a nod to himself, his socket lidded... and he laid down next to you. One of his thick-as-your-head arms gently looped over your middle; you were vaguely aware of his centipede body gathering itself into the little alcove, some of it draping lazily over your lower legs.

... Keyword ‘vaguely’ aware. You were so tired, so tired and sick of being in pain, that you barely even wiggled in response to his strange cuddle-like gesture. He was... actually pretty warm... and he smelled like amber and campfires.

...

You were asleep before you could remember you needed to be scared of him touching you- that claws carding lovingly through your hair wasn’t supposed to feel nice.

#llama writes #centipede sans #HAPPY BIRTHDAYAAY #:DD #hope you enjoy owo #you made me like him so now im gonna make you read him #mWHAHAH

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eremiie · 4 years ago

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you want it that bad don’t you?;

❥ 5k words | nsfw | mafia au | levi x reader

❥ being in the mafia isn’t fun and games— and levi has no problem reminding you.

❥ content: gun kink, rough sex, “sir” kink (?)

you tapped on your crossed legs as you sat in the waiting room, adjusting the black skirt that sat pretty on your legs, in anticipation and slight nervousness. hange rambled beside you, and you tried not to block her out but your own thoughts were quite captivating. you weren't sure how it happened but you fucked up big time, and you weren't sure how ready you were to face the repercussions.

"i mean how did you even manage that, ___? did you just shoot him in the head and go 'oh shit, i killed him.', you're in some sh-" you cut hange off with your own leveled tone, chuckling slightly at the irony of the situation.

"i know, hange, i know. it went something like that..." you shook your head and raised an eyebrow at her as she began laughing, the eyepatch over her eye raising up in the slightest as her cheeks did causing you to smile, a little light in the dark moment you were bound to face.

armin stepped out with a worried expression on his face, sympathy crossing it when he spotted your figure tensely lounging in the lobby chair. he nodded his head at you as you stood up nervously, you'd hope your relations with the underboss would save you. he gave you a shy half-smile and hange covered her mouth with an 'oooo' causing you to glare at her and shush her, your life was ‘at stake’ and her jokes weren't helping. "uh, ____... don levi is.. he's ready for you." armin's voice shook as he spoke, he seemed more worried than you.

"don't worry armin, i'll be fine." you reassured the timid boy. sometimes you wondered how he even got into the mafia, his short stature and soft looks were sure to be underestimated until he kicked ass, not to mention his intelligence probably made up where he was lacking.

"are you sure about that? did you see the way he kicked eren's ass just for him to even GET in the mafia? you're gon-"

"hange! please." you put up a hand to still hange's voice.

"better be lucky you're not taking this up with boss erwin." hange continued, causing you to earn another sympathetic look from armin.

you turned around to face hange, your eye twitching. did she know who you were dealing with? "you mean unlucky? i rather have him any day."

"okay, okay, i don't want to get in trouble too let's go!" armin ushered you to the grand door of the underboss' office, your heart thumping at what, or better yet; who would lie beneath it. you’d better whip something up before you entered the gates of hell.

armin knocked at the door twice before slowly opening it, he mumbled something to levi before looking back at you and opening the door wider, you took slow steps into the brightly lit office, the curtains on the windows in the back drawn shut so that the only light illuminating the office were the luxurious lamps that detailed every corner. you took multiple steps forward until the only thing separating you and the devil himself was a brown polished oak desk that was carved to perfection. beyond it? the intimidating subordinate of the boss, levi ackerman, his pristine hands supporting his face as his legs crossed. his black trench coat that you knew costed more than you would make from any mission adorning the brown leather seat that he sat on, his posture perfect just like every strategically placed strand of hair on his head.

you breathed in and put on your most charming smile, keeping your hands behind your back as you bowed at a 90 degree angle, if bowing all the way to your feet would save you, your head would've been drilled into the ground right about now.

"don levi, my favorite person." you started, as he eyed you intently, the scowl on his face growing by every minute you were in his presence. he stayed silent for a good moment before uncrossing his legs, the fabric on his jeans seeming to become cleaner by every dust of his hand.

"what happened." he snarled, hoping you would have a good reason that your captive was dead, which meant the mafia no longer had the upper hand on their enemies now. yes, you knew you fucked up big time.

"okay, so well.. you see, we were heading towards the hideo-"

"not that far back you brat. stop wasting breath and get to the point. why is our captive dead?" he snapped, leaning forward on his desk, your breath hitching in the slightest.

you took a step forward and placed all eight tips of your fingers on the wood tapping them slightly as you looked at levi with a face that showed remorse on all levels. "sir, the captive was seated in the back of the vehicle with us. his restraints were loosening and he was yelling at everybody in the truck, especially to me, the one with the gun." you started, puppy dog eyes beginning to grace your face as if that would help. "the whole time he was cutting the restraints with a knife when he was back in the seat, an-"

"and why did no one catch this?" levi interrupted, his face growing even more furious by the second you spoke.

"because... well we were all trying to get him to calm down, and-"

"for fucks sake weren't you brats trained to catch shit like this? now we're facing repercussions because he's dead."

"i didn't mean to kill him-"

"but you did. he's fucking dead, how did he die, caporegime?" he didn't even use your name, the way he addressed you by your title making you cringe in the slightest, backing away from the desk as he stood up and came around the desk, a gun slinging in his hand that wasn't supporting his weight as he now leaned against the table, waiting for your response.

"commander... i, he, he was waving the knife around and the truck, the vehicle was starting to go off of the road because," you took a huff of breath as you pulled your thin trench coat that was falling off your shoulders more over to conceal the small skirt and button up you had underneath. you crossed your legs as you stood, your black heels clinking as they shuffled on the ground. "well, i panicked,"

"you panicked?" levi scoffed.

"i came up with the best solution, which was to shoot him." you answered bluntly as you stared at levi, his eyes narrowing at you. you took a small step forward as he sighed. "levi-"

"the best fucking solution, ____?" great, back to a first name basis, "what happened to all the years you fucking trained for shit like this? you know combat and so does everyone else in the damn truck!" he began to come forward to you, gun moving around a little to reckless for your liking and you backed up even more.

"lev-, commander, sir, it was an accident! or else, everyone else and i would be dead!"

"an accident? tch? now if i shot you right now would it be an accident, ____?"

your back hit the wall as levi cornered you, the barrel of the gun now touching the cream colored walls as did your head. although levi was short, you were still deathly intimidated, your chest noticeably heaving up and down as the flimsy trench coat was pooling at your elbows, the button up your wore revealing your cleavage, and you sure didn't miss the small gaze from the underboss, his steely eyes connecting with yours once more.

you tried not to let the small smirk become noticeable on your face as you tilted your head up in the slightest, side eyeing the gun to your left then raising an eyebrow at levi directly in front of you.

"but you won't?" your response came off more as a question then an answer, you're nervousness still racking as levi's eyed widened in the slightest at the small disappearance of fear in your eyes.

anybody else in your position would've probably been beaten to a pulp right about now, or even dead. but luckily for you, your small relations with the underboss was saving your ass altogether.

the gun was lifted from the wall and slipped its way into your mouth harshly, and you could hear the 'chink' of the trigger as he cocked it back, your mouth struggling to close around the barrel. you could taste the steel of the device and you felt the coldness of the gun that matched the cold gaze that was upon you. you let your tongue slide around the front of the gun.

you were playing a risky game.

you placed your hands on levi's chest, causing the gun to falter in your mouth as he dragged it down to your chin. "levi, baby," he cringed, eye twitching at the lack of honorific as you let your hands glide down the tie around his neck, your trench coat dragging on the floor behind you as you walked forward, levi stepping back, still in contact with you.

"i can fix this.." you mumbled, causing the underboss to grab your wrists with one hand and swing them down to your sides, pinching the bridge of his nose as he walked back to his desk, refusing to be lead on by you. he knew his position and regardless of what you do or did with him, he couldn't let the way the coat lingered off your body, or the way the two buttons of your button up revealed the thin lace trimming of your bra, or the way your skirt was riding up as you were backed into the wall fool or distract him. he sat back in his seat and used his hands to speak, the gun in his hand flailing around as well.

"how can you fucking fix this? you're gonna get another hostage, huh? you know how hard it was to get him? you gonna deal with his fucking body? remember where you fucking stand _____."

you slowly walked towards levi, letting your coat fall completely onto the floor, levi going on his rant as you got on your knees in front of the tall leather rolling chair placing your hands on the matching black leather belt that levi wore, caressing it, letting your hands move side to side on it.

"i can fix this."

you looked up at levi with a look of sultry, the way your eyelashes only let a slight shimmer of your eyes seep through as you looked up at him, and the way that extra layer of gloss that coated your lips could be imagined around his dick made him let out a shaky breath as he gripped the gun in his hand tighter.

"get under the desk."

you stopped yourself from grinning as you used all fours to crawl, levi avoiding your gaze. once you were seated under the desk you took it upon yourself to unbutton another button, thanking the heavens that you decide to go for the dress shirt instead the other white mock neck that's still sitting in your closet of your studio apartment. you pushed up the black lace bra that you wore up to accentuate your breasts as levi twirled his seat until you were enclosed under the desk fully.

you began to unbuckle his belt, your hands lingering a little longer on the silver buckle before you unhooked it and folded it neatly, placing it on the floor beside you as to not anger levi any further. after all, he still had the steel weapon in his hand, as a matter of fact his arm hung loosely over the side of his chair, the gun in close range to you.

as you tugged at levi's unzipped pants he lifted his hips in the slightest to help you pull the jean fabric down, pulling his member out of the slit in his grey boxers. you smiled a little at the way it stood proudly because of you and looked up at levi who was now looking down at you, although he still avoided your eyes. you noted the permanent crease between his brows making his expression look even more angry. at what? you weren't sure, maybe it was your shit execution at your mission, or the fact that he was faltered and was letting you do this during his office hours.

you loved yourself.

before you could wrap your hands around levi's length he used his free hand to pull slightly on your ponytail that held your slicked hair back. "don't make a mess." he muttered before you placed your slender fingers around him. he sucked in a breath as you licked at his tip, his dick feeling like it was growing with every touch you made around him. the effect you had was incredible.

"yes, levi."

"sir."

"yes, sir."

maybe on any other day you wouldn't be so quick to comply, you had a bite to you, but you knew your limits and today wasn't the day. you puckered your lips and kissed the tip of levi's cock before going down on it letting it reside in the wet, warm heat of your mouth. "mm," you relished in the way it felt heavy on your tongue, and you let it sit there for a moment before beginning to bob your head up and down.

levi removed his hand from your hair, relaxing under you and letting out a shaky sigh, he didn't want to let you know how much he was actually enjoying this rendezvous but oh, you knew. you probably would have been more oblivious if it wasn't for the mere whimpers and grunts that left him, or if it wasn't for how silent the room was besides those same sounds that he stopped before they could vocally leave his throat.

you opened your mouth and swirled your tongue around his member, using your hands to get what you couldn't reach at the base of his cock, twisting your hands slightly as your worked at the top. you then placed your hands on his lap and picked yourself up in the slightest to go down on him as far as possible, humming, sending the vibrations down on his dick, the sensation running through his body. a slight shudder left levi, him preventing himself from bucking up into your mouth which he knew would cause a mess.

"did you like that, sir?" you pulled yourself off his tip for a brief moment, in an attempt to tease levi without you know... tempering the man. you continued to work at him with your hands as you looked up at him, fluttering your eyes and keeping your mouth open ajar. your lips were reddened and your lip gloss would need to be reapplied later.

"who told you to stop?"

you let out a small chuckle which you hoped levi didn't hear, and if he did he didn't comment on it because you hurriedly slipped him back in your mouth, giving a particularly hard suck that made whatever he maybe wanted to say stop short with a moan that he quickly covered up with a clearing of his throat.

you were so stuck on pleasuring the underboss that you didn't even realize it when he lifted the gun and twirled the chamber until it landed on an empty spot, before he shot it directly at in front of him to clear the cocked gun, returning it to its neutral state. the sound of the pressurized air leaving the barrel made you jolt and your teeth grazed his length as your jaw tightened, your heart rate speeding up until you realized you were fine.

but that didn't convince the snoopers lingering outside the door.

"i knew she was gonna die." hange shook her head with a pout as she sat beside the door to the office, not even worried about the risk of getting caught. "she didn't make a noise... hm, i'll never underestimate levi's aim again." she let out a small gasp. "imagine if he heard me calling him levi! i'd probably end up like ____." hange clutched her chest as she let out a small laugh, shaking her head once again at your expense and at her joke.

meanwhile, armin was pacing back and forth in front of the door trying to stop his tears from spilling. "hange! how can you joke about this when, when she could really be dead! you know lev- don levi would really... no, she can't be dead. i'm gonna check."

hange closed her eyes and tilted her head back as she listened to armin. "you know that's a bad idea! imagine if you went in there and there's just like blood everywhere, like-"

"hange!"

"well besides the blood, he'd probably shoot you too so there would be no witnesses. i'm just kidding, you'd just be in a bad spot. oh, but ma-“

"that's it, i'm going in." armin was shaking as he knocked on the polished door, making sure to use his small handkerchief to wipe off any marks his knuckle could've made. "sir, is everything alright?" his voice was awkwardly unleveled, it cracking halfway through his sentence.

levi's hand flew to your hair as he pulled it back in the slightest to stop your motions. "sh." he made sure he was presentable just in case, setting the now uncocked gun down on the desk before clearing his throat. "is there something you need subordinate arlert?" levi spit out his words in slight frustration.

armin twisted the door knob, looking away in fear at the sight of blood, gaze focused on hange who sat on the floor to the side of the door. "no, i, i just was making sure everything was okay, i... i heard a gunshot."

you smirked at the sound of armin's voice now clearer as he spoke. you thought for a second...

you know what? you decided to take a risk.

levi's grip in your hair was looser as he focused more on him and armin's small conversation instead of you and you took it as an opportunity to do the same hard suck you did earlier, levi's breath hitching, cause his voice to falter as he spoke to armin, his grip on your ponytail tightening once more.

"and that would be your business because, brat?"

you smiled at your success, trying to move your tongue despite the heat from your scalp as levi expressed his anger through his hold.

armin gulped and squeezed his eyes shut. "very well, sir. i'll be shutting the door now."

"and don't interrupt me again, that goes for you and anyone else in the hall."

"yes, sir."

and with that, you heard the heavy door shut and you knew what was to come. levi yanked your head back a scowl on his face as he watched your head abruptly bob backwards off his member, you licking your lips innocently.

"what the hell is wrong with you? do you have an actual fucking death wish?" he hissed, your ponytail feeling like it could rip off at any given moment.

"what if we got caught, huh?" levi rolled his eyes and scoffed in shock at your carelessness. he was such a tough nut to crack. "fuck..."

"levi, rel-"

"it's fucking sir. commander, captain, stop addressing me like we're equals." he let go of your hair and moved his steel grip to your shirt, gathering the white fabric in his hands as he pulled his chair back, pulling you from underneath the desk, panic ensuing in you. he pushed you back until your thighs hit his desk causing it to scoot back in the slightest as you stopped yourself from flying back with your hands.

"cap-"

"shut up. every word that comes from your mouth is irritating me."

you pursed your lips and watched levi study your face, his gaze constantly flickering down to your body as well, watching your disheveled form as your chest heaved up and down. frankly, you were afraid to even move, you were sure one more mistake from you would've made him burst. but, as you watched levi pull his member back through his slit you opened your mouth anyways. "commander, please." you didn't want to be left hanging, the wetness that was pooling in your own underwear wasn't going to fix itself.

"what could you possibly want." he stopped his motions for a minute, the desperate expression on your face reeling him in slightly.

you were frozen for a second, before you scoot back on his desk and pulled your skirt up it bunched up at your waistline. you hastily looked around before you grabbed the gun that was sat beside you and put on your best seductive expression. “captain..."

you spread your legs as you rubbed yourself overtop of the matching lace fabric of your bra, the newfound sensation causing you to bite your lip. you pushed aside your underwear as you teased yourself, letting your slick gather over the tip of the gun. you made sure levi was watching before you pulled it away and examined the tip before bringing it to your lips and slowly licking up your own secretions while looking up at levi, not missing the way his eye twisted, or the faint red that tinted his pale cheeks.

he stepped forward and you tried to contain your smile for the one thousandth time that night, before he grabbed the gun from your hands, staring you straight in the eyes and huffing, turning around. "captain!" you couldn't stop now, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards you until the tip of the gun was pressed against you once more the cold metal making your breath stutter.

your body tensed up, holding in a whimper as you looked at levi with a pout, using your other hand to turn his face towards you, your thumb brushing over his bottom lip.

his upper lip twitched as his eyes flickered down to your own. levi leaned forward until both of you were face to face. he leaned even closer so that your noses barely touched until you were staring deep into his rocky eyes, flecks of black outlining the grey, and then there was the abyss of his pupils.

"you want it that bad don't you?"

you whimpered again and your eyes fluttered. you let go of his wrist and placed both of your hands behind you on the desk, nodding your head. "yes, sir." you felt like you repeated for the umpteenth time.

"tch," levi glared at you before pulling down his boxers. "desperate, dirty."

and you didn't even care because you won, like you did most of the time.

you layed down on the desk causing levi to twitch as your head touched his papers, him quickly moving them to the floor and making sure nothing would fall or collapse, although he kept his desk mostly empty. you couldn't recall any pictures family members decorating the desk, the only thing you could remember probably being a stapler, papers, and maybe a nameplate. "mm, thank you captain." you smiled as you layed back and pulled your black undergarment off, sitting it beside you instead of flinging it onto the floor.

levi didn't respond as he grabbed your hips and pulled you forward, positioning himself at your entrance. you anticipated the way he would slide into you like he did everytime, slowly and carefully, always studying your expression to make sure he wasn't hurting you, and so he did this time as well. you groaned at the sensation of him entering you, every inch filling you up completely and you struggled not to make much noise, trying not to give any hints to what was happening in the large room. "sir..." you hissed as you felt him bottom out inside you.

levi groaned at the feeling of him being buried inside you completely, tilting his head down to look at the way he disappeared you completely, his mouth hanging open in the slightest, and it made you feel special. the way you were in this position, as other people could barely touch him.

"do i feel good?" you asked, propping yourself up on your forearms to see him inside you as well. levi didn't answer as he began to move inside of you, the wet noises of him pulling in and out raw filling up the room, causing you to throw your head back as you whined. "please, you can go faster."

levi did just that, picking up his pace, voluntarily rocking his hips as he moved inside of you causing the desk to shake. you moved your legs to the side of him and pulled him closer to you so he could hit deeper, careful not to let your heels touch his top. "fuck, le-, sir... i know you can go faster than that." you groaned.

levi clicked his tongue and his pace picked up again, him now initially slamming into you with every hit of your hips against each other, a slapping noise eliciting everytime, and your breasts now bouncing up and down from how hard he was pounding into you. "you gonna stop complaining now?"

his voice caught you off guard, as you looked up at him, your eyes half lidded, your mouth in an o-shape, and him staring back at you, his skin slightly shining almost as if he was about to sweat, and your skin reciprocating. "fuck, yes... it feels so fucking good."

you could feel that sensation tumbling in your stomach with every stroke, you're breathing become ragged as you tried to grab at the desk, you tightening around levi. “i think, i think i'm gonna come." you voiced, your eyebrows furrowing as you tried to concentrate on the feeling bubbling up inside of you. "can you make me?" you teased again as you threw your head back and arched your back, trying to make levi talk again. you could tell he wasn't the vocal type during sex. or maybe it was because you were in an office.

levi pulled one of your legs from behind him and scooted your body up on the desk, pushing your leg towards your chest as he looked up at you, his own mouth hanging open as he grunted with every hard thrust.

"remember where you stand, ____."

he drilled you harder, every thrust he made shaking your body and causing his dick to almost leave you completely every time, before burying you completely as well.

"yes, sir."

"call me that again," levi shut his eyes tight as he bit his lip trying to conceal his moans, forcing your leg down some more, pounding into you trying to reach his own high, his own feeling trying to crawl its way to the surface, he wasn't even worried about a mess at this point, the sound of his name plate clattering to the floor not even making him open his eyes.

"fuck sir, i'm almost there, please!" you whispered as you looked down to see your wetness gathering at levi's base, and that made you tumbled over the edge as you cried out, feeling every nerve in your body pinch as you climaxed, your forearms dropping to the table causing your back to hit the desk before you arched it. "levi!" you whimpered as he went even faster his own climax teasing him.

"fuck," he groaned softly before letting go of your leg and grabbing your hips, pulling you towards him as he released inside of you, letting his cum seep into you, a ragged breath leaving his throat before he hissed pulling out of you.

the both of you caught your breath and you rolled off of his desk with a smile despite your legs being wobbly while you stumbled to grab your underwear.

"hey," levi started as he wiped himself clean with a napkin he kept inside his desk. "don't get that anywhere." he used his head to motion down to your cunt.

"oh? your cum?" you knew he what he was talking about, and you laughed. "don't worry. i'm thinking about keeping this in me for a little while." you bit your lip as you pulled up your panties, patting them before you pulled down your skirt and started to button up your top again.

levi gave you a disgusted expression and sighed before shaking his head and spraying down his desk, wiping it down and placing his belongings back where they were while you dressed yourself up again, him already have gone through that process.

you picked up your trench coat off the floor in front of levi's desk before walking up to him slowly. "sir," you smiled, adjusting his tie, his irritated expression making you chuckle. "i told you i'd make it up to you."

levi scoffed and backed away, placing his miniature cleaning products back in his drawer after cleaning his weapon, and using the small cologne bottle in his desk to try to cover up the faint smell of sex in his office.

"you just make sure you get your situation under control. that's still not over. get two subordinates to help you out and get this shit fixed by the end of the week. you're not off the hook, and i still have to review this with boss erwin, i'm still under him."

you raised your eyebrow and scoffed. "so much for that god complex earlier." you mumbled as you walked away and towards the door.

"what?"

"nothing, captain."

"get out."

"alright, alright." you giggled as you tied the waist of your trench coat and opened the door to his office before stepping out.

"thank goodness, you're alive, we thought you died!" you were squeezed into a hug by armin and hange, hange hugging your feet as she was seated on the floor and armin's arms around your waist.

"what?" you questioned, pulling both of them off of you.

"so how'd you do it? how are you standing here to this minute, ____?" hange asked dramatically, shaking your legs as she spoke.

"hange what the hell, get up. what are you guys talking about?"

"we thought he killed you.." armin whispered, as his eyes darted between the door and your confused face.

you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, beginning to walk away from the door and towards the staircase of the building.

"please," you smirked to yourself as you added a small strut to your walk. "not in a million years. he wouldn't kill me."

trust and believe, you knew where you stood.

#levi smut #levi ackerman smut #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi aot #attack on titan

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luimagines · 3 years ago

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He reacts to seeing you Sick/Wounded Part 2

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Part 1 Part 3

Scenario under the cut! Blood ahead so be warned.

Twilight

Twilight looked around the group for what had to be the umpteenth time, searching for you.

You had left awhile ago and had yet to return.

If it was Wild or Hyrule he wouldn’t have put much thought into it. The two of them were notorious for wandering off if something shiny caught their eye and they could be gone for hours.

Not you though.

If anything, you were the one to insist on keeping the group together and to avoid “splitting the party”. as you’d say. You even had a song to go with it, a catchy little tune from your world and he caught himself humming under his breath more than once when he realize someone was gone.

But you were gone long enough now that you even missed a meal.

Twilight started bouncing his knee in anticipation, the worse scenarios coming to mind at what could be happening to you.

“I’m going to find them.” He said, standing up and walking away from the group.

He waits until he’s far enough away to take out the necklace he’s been carrying around since the start of this adventure.

Twilight activates the charm and feels the magic wash over him, his vision and senses sharpening as the worlds color fade and his perspective changes.

There’s always a little discomfort as the beginning of each transformation so he takes a second to compose himself.

Twilight then starts sniffing the air and catches your scent, following where it leads. The path is pretty straight forward and he can almost reconstruct how long it took for you to reach the destination. Twilight travels a little farther than he was expecting, it’s way farther than hearing range, even with his advanced ears.

It’s a little concerning because even if you were to scream for help, there’s no way any of them would have known.

He’s trying to be optimistic. Twilight has seen you fight. He has seen you treat your own wounds. He was personally seen your resourcefulness in tricky situations. There’s little, he thinks, that can actually keep you down.

But then his worst nightmare comes to his nose and he takes off in a sprint.

It’s blood.

It’s yours.

And there’s a lot of it.

He follows it as far as he can until he hears a pained whimper.

Twilight then follows the sound and comes to a stop, shocked at the sight before him.

You’re sitting up against a tree, the top half of you looks fine if only a little ragged and there’s tear streaks down both your cheeks. Twilight follows the line of your body and sees that there’s no injuries on your arms or torso even if your hands are covered in blood.

But at sight of your leg, he knows what’s happened.

There has to be people nearby, that’s the only explanation.

It’s metal trap with sharp jagged teeth that penetrate the skin and muscle in order to keep the prey from escaping, and they’re incredibly hard to break out of if you don’t have the right equipment. They’re also known for breaking bones if they hit in the right places.

It’s also clamed just above your ankle, blood weeps through still and has travels through the fabric of your pants un to your knee, pronouncing the injury even more.

“Wolfie...” You whimper and try to smile at seeing him. “Yay, you found me. I knew you’d come get me at some point. I tried calling but I think I’m too far away.”

Twilight’s heart bleeds for you and how scared you must have been before he showed up. And he wishes he would have gone looking for you sooner.

You sniffle and whip your face and nose with your sleeve, avoiding the mess on your hands. “I can’t get out. I tried but it’s stuck.”

Twilight pads closer and sticks his nose by your hands but you pull them back. “I know it looks bad but my hands aren’t hurt...It’s all from my leg. I don’t want to get blood on your pretty fur.”

Twilight doesn’t take time to process the compliment and instead is focused on the choice he has in front of him.

Transform and reveal his secret to you, enabling him to help you here and now or go back and get help, leaving you to the mercy of whatever finds you in your vulnerable state.

It’s a pretty easy choice actually.

Twilight calls off the magic and lets the transformation wash over him. As per usual, the change is disorienting and it’s always hurt more to turn back human than it did to change into a wolf, so he takes a moment to breath before he looks at your ankle.

“Tw-Twilight? You’re Wolfie?” You splutter and try to wrap your head around what you just saw. “It’s been you this whole time?!”

But he’s ignoring you.

He takes a good look at where the trap is and begins to prod ever so slightly.

“H-HEY!” You cry and try to reach for him. “Don’t! It hurts!”

He doesn’t have the key to unlock it and he doesn’t have the right tools at his disposal to try and pick the lock.

“Twilight please say something.”

“I’m going to get you out. Just hold on a little longer.” He glares at the metal for a moment before placing both his hands around it.

If there’s one thing he’s always been confident in, it’s his strength.

With both hands secured on the device he forces all of his weight to pry it open. He ignores how you continue to make sounds of pain, how his finger tips immediately become moist with your blood and how difficult moving this stupid thing to get you free actually turns out to be.

After a battle of wills between man and the artificial, it moves and he tilts his hands to keep the momentum going until he’s moved enough of it for you to pull your leg out.

“Go. Get out.” He says with the strain in his voice.

You push away with your hands and your good leg to the best of your ability and slowly (well slower than Twilight would have preferred) to move your leg out of the trap and far enough away where he can simply let it clamp on itself again without fear of losing any fingers or hurting you again.

You gulp and try to move your pant leg to see the damage but it’s clear that doing that hurts you as well.

Twilight it quick to cut off the fabric with his trusted pocket knife and he peels it away.

Bones have definitely been broken.

And there’s certainly a lot of blood to deal with.

He twists the fabric slightly and wraps it above and around your injury to try and stop the flow of blood. Twilight can feel the glare he’s giving to your wound and refuses to look you in face so you can see it.

“Twilight?” You call to him. Your voice is small, weak, tired and afraid.

He can’t leave you to your own thoughts like he wants to so he takes a breath to calm himself and looks at you with as much gentleness and care as he can currently muster.

“You’re going to be just fine, ok?” He says with a small smile. “You’re actually pretty far from the others so it’ll be a bit of a trip but then we’ll get Hyrule to look at you, clean you up... find you some new clothes... You’ll be back to where you were in no time.”

Twilight’s not sure who he’s trying to convinced. It looks deep.

He hopes your foot won’t need to be cut off and that infection hasn’t already set in.

He moves towards you and stops on your good side, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. In one swift movement he hooks his other arm under your knees and picks you up bridal style and begin to walk away from the mess.

You sniffle again and wipe your bloodied hands on your shirt. “Thank you Twilight.” You say. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

“Well you’re going to have to tell one of us what happened.” He responds. “The other are going to ask what on earth happened to you.”

“I meant about you being Wolfie.” You smile. “I’m fully prepared to explain my stupid decisions.”

The easy way you make that claim nearly makes him skip a step and send you both to the ground but Twilight is quick to readjust himself so that it never happens.

He had actually forgotten about that.

“I’d appreciate that.” He nervously chuckles.

“Don’t worry. I’ll cover you when you’re gone. I was starting to suspect something was related because your stories never matched up but I had no proof and no idea where to start. You’re... really not the best at it.” You say and pat his head. “So you save me, I save you. Sound fair?”

“That works for me.”

Time

Time had let Warrior lead the group because he seemed to be the most familiar with the terrain, even if he claims that this isn’t his Hyrule.

With someone capable taking the point, he hung back and let the other walk before him.

He had noticed that you were... weren’t yourself. Like you were hiding something.

You weren’t really interacting with anyone, and you kept your head down, something he hasn’t really known you to do. On another note, you were actually at the back of the group where he was currently stationed.

You always liked to be in the upper middle, talking and entertaining the younger ones and keeping up the group’s moral.

So the fact that you quiet and trying to go unnoticed, arms crossed and head down, worried him.

“Rupee for your thoughts?” He asked you as you walked.

You glanced up at him but you didn’t meet his eyes.

Something was wrong.

“I’m not really thinking about much of anything.” You admitted and shrugged. “I’m just a bit under the weather. I’ll be fine in a bit.”

“You don’t feel good?” Time frowns and stops the both of you with a hand on your shoulder. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“And slow down literally everyone.” You raise an eyebrow at him and he takes a quick second to catalogue your pink cheeks and red rimmed eyes.

Something is wrong.

“It’s just a headache.” You insist. “We’re already behind by how knows how long and it’ll go away on its own. I appreciate the concern but I don’t want to be a hinderance more than anything think I am.”

“For one thing, no one thinks you’re a hinderance.” Time says, taking off his gauntlet and he presses the back of his hand against your forehead, then your cheeks and the back of your neck. “If any one of those boys has told you that, you tell me and I’ll set them straight.”

He doesn’t miss the way you lean and hum in relief from his touch.

Truthfully, you’re actually burning up more than your skin seems to show and his concern sky rockets beyond the moon and back of this proverbial saying.

“I appreciate the thought but it’s not that important.” You say and he catches the way you frown in displeasure when he pulls away.

“Who told you that?” He asks in lieu of bringing your illness to light.

“No one.”

Time frowns some more and says your name in his stern commander voice that he knows you hate.

“No one.” You insist. “No one here anyway.”

From your previous adventure perhaps? Time puts the information away in the back of his mind and vows to vanquish the thoughts from your head when he can, but your health takes precedence right now.

“I think it’s about time to take a break anyway.” Time puts his gauntlet back on and begins to walk forward, leading you with a hand on the small of your back. “Maybe the Champion would be willing to make something for lunch.”

“Think he can cook something up for my headache?” You sigh and massage your temples in a way that seems reminiscent.

“That and more, if you ask him.” He replies easily and lets out a loud whistle that has become their cue to set up for the midday break.

It takes a while for your duo to make it to the others but at least you weren’t so far gone that no one would have heard Time’s signal.

You instantly take a step down and sit on the ground, cradling your head in a way that looks more like you’re crying than merely resting.

Time feels his heart clench at the sight and makes his way over to Wild. He tells them what he found out and asks if he can make something special for you. Something to keep you going.

Because as much as he wants to, this is not the place to stop for the night and with your pride on the line, he doesn’t want the others to crowd and bring more attention than you’d be comfortable with to your predicament.

“There’s a town about three hours from here.” Warrior’s speaks up, having eavesdropped on the conversation Time was trying to have on the down low. “We can hit it before night fall and let them rest in an actual bed for the night.”

Time nods and agree with the notion.

The others seem to catch on that you’re not feeling well and Time discourages them from getting closer than they should, less they get sick as well.

The break is quiet and uneventful for a change and Time is quick to get the group up and moving again when it’s over, choosing to keep you company on the way to the town and trying to make it as painless and comfortable for you as he can.

A part of him thinks that he should just swallow his pride and yours and carry you to the town as you deteriorate on the walk, but it’s not like you’d let him.

He’d just have to satisfy his concern when he eventually takes watch over your bed side, just to make sure you wake up feeling better.

Wind

Wind was sure that you’re hiding something.

You’ve been shifty eyed and nervous, jittery and uncollected.

So unlike the you that he’s come to know, rely on and appreciate.

It scares him a little, to see you so unlike yourself.

Wind makes a calculated guess on why you’re so weird after walking by your side for most of the journey.

You’re hurt and trying to not let anyone else know.

He can tell by how you’re trying to curl in yourself and fold over but have to keep righting your position. You’re having to walk with one foot on your toes because if you tried any more normally, you’d be limping. You’re a bit slower than your usual walking pace but you’ve been arcing your stride a little to the side so that it matches in length what you wouldn’t be able to make up for in number of steps.

He’s almost impressed by how well you’ve been hiding it.

But it’s drowned out by the irritation of your stubbornness. You could have just told someone, anyone, and they’d help you in seconds. You wouldn’t have to be in pain or having to stop every other second to hide a wince or a grunt or-

Wind is this close to just stopping everything to scream in your face.

He takes a small glance over to you as you walk, and sighs. He knows you won’t listen to him if he tries to say something. And you’d probably be irritated at him instead for trying to make a fuss about it.

Wind doesn’t know what to do, or how to help you, without being pushed away.

You trip.

Wind is too shocked by the outcome to even try to stop you from falling face first into the ground.

Ok, not face first. You manage to twist yourself just in time to avoid a face on collision, but you land on your side in the process.

Your bad side.

You yell in pain which alerts the whole group ahead and behind you. But you don’t seem to care about that anymore. You finally give into the urge and curl in on yourself, rolling over so that the ground is against your good side and nothing is irritating whatever hit you’ve been hiding.

Wind has to nearly smack himself out of it before he makes it to your side. He can hear the other catching up, their footsteps thundering mutely on the dirt but he’s more focused on you and where your hand seems to be cradling your side.

He’s quick to peel your hand off and lift your shirt.

You’re too shocked and stunned from the pain to stop him. Enough so that you’re brain doesn’t even register it, so you don’t fight back.

He gasps at the the sight and his stomach turns ever so slightly.

It’s a massive bruise, from up to your ribs that are highlighted in a toxic green, down to your hip and it’s not even black and blue. It’s so bad there’s more red on the surface than purple and it makes it look like you’re covered in blood even if the skin hasn’t been breached.

He knows what caused this.

Two days ago the group had found themselves in the middle of a fight with not one, but three infected monsters and one of them had a nasty looking club. You were fighting with him and on one of them and had taken a hit directly to your side. It was strong enough that it sent you spinning through the air and right into a tree. He didn’t think much of it since you simply bounced back like nothing happened and proceeded to stab the thing through the skull, but if he tries hard enough, he think you hit the same side on the tree as well.

But you didn’t drink a potion, he doesn’t think he even saw you being healed by Hyrule. Which means that you just had this on you for so long and you just- weren’t going to tell anyone?!

Wind can feel his heart clench in tandem with his first, your shirt nearly ripping since it was trapped in between his fingers. “HYRULE!”

“What happened?” Warrior makes it to his side first and stops mid-step when he catches sight of it. “I’ll... go get the Traveler.”

There’s a few seconds in between before you shake off the pain and rip your clothes out of his grip, forcing yourself to get to your feet again.

Everyone is too shocked by what they’ve seen verses how you’ve acting that they almost let you but Wind has been next to you, watching you, and he still is. He catches that your arms are shaking as you put your weight on it, and when you try and compensate for your bad side, you nearly throw yourself over again from your bad balance.

Wind pushes you back down and keeps his hands on your shoulders so keep you from trying that again.

Hyrule takes his cue and slides on his knees until he reaches your side, his healing spell fluttering around his fingers and into the nasty bruise.

“Guys, I’m fine.”

“Cut the bullcrap.” Wind says, knowing that Twilight and Time are behind him with Sky not too far behind. He hopes they let that one slide at least. “It’s looks like you were stabbed fifty seven times and poisoned to top of it all.”

You look up at him then and sigh, the fight leaving instantaneously. “Whatever.”

“It’s not whatever!” He argues but you cut him off.

“It’s just a bruise. It’ll heal in a few days and nothing is broken. But because it’s you holding me down, I’ll let you heal me.” You try for a half smile but Wind thinks it falls flat. “I’m not even going to try and fight a pirate in my state. Take your victory for now.”

“You didn’t have to let it get so bad.” Hyrule scolds you and you don’t even have the decency of at least looking apologetic.

“It was the fall that really made it hurt.” You clench your jaw when your shirt gets lifted higher for Hyrule to heal the bruise on your ribs. “It was just awkward before that.”

“No it wasn’t” Wind frowns even harder. “You were walking funny. It hurt like hell back there too and for a while as well. Why didn’t you get treatment with the others? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Wind.” You say with as much patience you can muster. Your face begins to relax as the pain fades and the bruise changes to a more normal shade of purple with black spots. “We have no potions left. And Hyrule can only do so much healing in one go.”

“Speaking of...” Legend steps in and yanks Hyrule back by the shoulder, stopping the healing process.

Hyrule takes a minute to reorient himself and he steps away from a minute to catch his breath.

Wind takes another look at your injury and winces. While it looks significantly better than it did seconds prior, it’s not completely healed and would likely have to take more magic to heal on its own. They could just leave it there for the days it’ll take for it to heal naturally but Wind doesn’t like the idea of leaving you hurt for more than necessary.

“How were none of your bones broken?” Twilight asks in a quiet shocked voice.

“Oh no, there were many fractures, believe me.” Hyrule shakes his head. “Mostly minor but it’s crazy how they were able to still be standing, let alone walking. Didn’t any of that hurt?”

Wind takes a sharp breath and has to look away from you.

You were really good at hiding it then.

He misses the pained look on your face as he turns away and can’t see the hand you reach out to him. “Wind?”

“No.” He gulps and stand up. “This isn’t ok. You can’t do this. Say something next time, or I’ll never speak to you again.”

The second he says it, he feel childish for coming up with that threat in particular and while he wishes that there’ll never be a next time, he knows better.

Occupational hazard and all that jazz.

Your face morphs into one of sadness and you take your hand back. “Ok. Ok. I’ll be better next time.”

He supposes the threat worked after all.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #hoo boy!#Twilight's might be the longest one yet #YET #is the key word #With Wind right up against him #I'm a roll today!#three more to go WOOOO!!

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formidxble · 4 years ago

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summary: eating dinner with your parents and seungmin should not be this hard. maybe you’re just giddy to see your folks again or maybe it’ s because your panties are vibrating.

pairing: kim seungmin x female reader

word count: 4.9k

genre: smut/ pwp and fluff

smut warning: edging, slight degradation (use of the words slut and whore), use of sex toy, semi-public, softdom!seungmin

tagged: @moonlit-lixie @lilixeu @meow-minho

based on this request. this work is also a way of thanking everyone who followed my blog! happy 100 followers to me HAHAHA all jokes aside, thank you so much for the support. i hope to continue putting out work y’all enjoy, and most importantly, i enjoy. again, thank you, from the bottom of my heart!! <3

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--UNEDITED-- “alright, thanks!” seungmin calls out to the delivery man, hands filled with a package he was waiting weeks for. he was supposed to gift it to you last valentines, but it didn’t arrive in time. now he’s sat in his apartment, wondering what the hell to do with the pair of vibrating panties placed carefully inside the box on his lap. on his bedside table, his phone rings. he reaches over to grab it before pressing the accept button.

“yeah?” seungmin answers. he hears you giggle in response and his heart skips a beat. his eyes travel to the box, wondering when and where he’ll be able to give it to you. there was no special occasion coming up and if he gave it to you randomly, wouldn’t it be weird?

“hey baby,” you greet, “are you busy this saturday?”

seungmin raises an eyebrow as he opens his mouth to speak, “no, babe. what’s up?” he removes the box off of his lap, setting it down beside him on the bed.

“my parents are inviting us for dinner, so i was wondering if you were free.” seungmin’s eyes widen at your words and he looks up at the ceiling, wondering if the gods above heard of his predicament. this couldn’t have come at a better time. he clears his throat before answering.

“of course, i’m free. if mr. and mrs. y/l/n want to see us, then you bet we’re going.”

that saturday night, seungmin retrieves the unopened box from his closet, placing it on top of his bed before opening it. he chuckles to himself as he lays the matching black lace undergarments on his bed. it looked beautiful like this, what more on you? he buries his face in his hands as a blush creeps up on his cheeks. this was new and something the both of you were definitely not used to. you two had talked about incorporating sex toys in your sex life, but no one really took the initiative.

until tonight.

though the undergarments looked heavenly to take off later, the main attraction was the pair of panties.

when seungmin decided to buy you a pair of vibrating panties, he never thought it would be this hard to set up. seungmin always thought that he just had to press a button and it would work, but it turns out that he had to charge the slim, vulva-shaped vibrator that’ll be placed inside the panties. not only that, he had to figure out how to put the vibrator in without worrying that it’ll potentially fall out. it takes him 10 minutes to realize that there is a small pouch in the crotch area of the underwear where he could slip the vibrator in. ah, he thought, that’s where the vibrations come from. seungmin hums to himself when he turns the device on using the remote, buzzing bouncing off of the underwear.

seungmin takes his time to admire the pair of panties as it buzzed. the vibrator was thin enough that it didn’t bulge out of the panties or make it too bulky. the buzzing wasn’t as loud as he thought it would be and that was a good sign. this was your first time with a sex toy and he didn’t want it to be traumatic. most importantly, seungmin didn’t really want your parents to know that he, your boyfriend, bought you a pair of underwear with the thought of using it to get you off in public. he exhales through his nose as he turns the vibrator off.

seungmin folds the undergarments as best as he could and puts it back in its box. he was nervous, but he knows that tonight will be anything but normal. he’ll make sure that it’ll be a night both of you won’t forget. he inserts the box in a small paper bag before making his way out of his apartment. while seungmin drives to your apartment, he busies himself with thoughts of anything else that doesn’t involve his plans for tonight.

you, on the other hand, are busying yourself with making sure you looked good for tonight’s dinner with your parents. you haven’t seen them in so long and you wanted to let them know you’ve been taking care of yourself. of course, there’s also the thought of looking presentable for seungmin, but you know he’ll love whatever you’ll come out in. you didn’t know how long you’ve been standing in front of your closet until you hear a knock on your front door. you groan softly as you make your way to it.

the door opens and seungmin is greeted by the sight of you still in your pajamas. he tilts his head, eyebrows slightly raised. you twirl around playfully.

“you like my outfit, babe?” seungmin shakes his head as he chuckles, stepping inside the apartment and closing the front door behind him. of course he does, no matter how simple and domestic it looked. it wasn’t the outfit he was expecting that you’ll be wearing to dinner, though.

“yep,” he hums as he tries to ignore how heavy the box of vibrating panties is getting in the paper bag, “i’m sure your parents will love it, as well.” it wasn’t the time to get cold feet, not when he’s standing in front of you. he puts the paper bag behind him as he watches you scoff at his remark and make your way back into your bedroom.

“give me a few minutes,” you call out, “i’m going to shower, then we’re out.” seungmin waits for you to close the bedroom door before releasing a breath he didn’t know he was even holding. after a few minutes of pacing around in the living room, he walks to your bedroom, opening the door as quietly as possible. the shower was still running, so it was the only time he can sneak in his gift for you. before you could get out of the shower, seungmin removes the undergarments from the box and unfolds it to put on the bed. he tilts his head to look at his work, nodding after as he reaches out to your bedside table to grab a piece of paper.

“wear this tonight, baby.” seungmin writes. he leaves the piece of paper beside the undergarments before walking out of the bedroom to go to the living room, where he’ll be thinking of his life decisions until you come out again. it doesn’t help that his pants are starting to tent at the thought of you wearing the lingerie he bought for you. seungmin bites his lip when his back makes contact with the couch.

you’re humming a tune to yourself when you walk out of the bathroom. something on your bed catches your eye as you’re making your way to your closet. you gasp when you realize what it was. seungmin bought you a matching set of lace lingerie. you run your hand down the fabric, cheeks heating up as your eyes catch the note he left beside the undergarments.

you lift the bra up by its straps, giggling when you notice that seungmin bought you the right size. he took off tons of your bras before, surely he’ll memorize the size written on the tag of the bra. you remove the towel wrapped around your torso before putting the bra on. it hugged your upper torso perfectly and it held your breasts in place just right. you grabbed the pair of panties, slipping them on. it somehow felt heavier, but maybe it was just the weight of the fabric. you ignore the thought popping up in your head because seungmin couldn’t have, right?

right?

seungmin jumps slightly when he hears the bedroom door open again. the tent in his pants have long disappeared as anxiety took over his brain earlier. to say that he was nervous was an understatement. his eyes take in your figure as you walk over to him, your off-shoulder dress hugging the curves of your body just the way you knew he liked. it wasn’t too revealing and something he could bear throughout the entirety of the dinner. thank god. but one thought stood in his mess of a brain, were you wearing it?

“you really bought me lingerie?” you ask and seungmin nods sheepishly, a hand coming up to the back of his neck. “i like them, they look nice.”

seungmin nods, heart pounding in his chest as he realizes you didn’t know what you were actually wearing. you start walking over to him with a smile and that’s when seungmin decides it’s a great time to let you feel what it is he bought.

you squeal when you feel the soft vibrations between your thighs, legs instinctively closing together as you hunch over to grip the couch. you look up at seungmin, slightly glaring at him when you finally comprehend the situation. your previous thought of seungmin not being able to purchase sex toys? vanished, gone with the wind.

seungmin laughs at your reaction as he moves in closer to you to hold your hand. he was no longer nervous because you seemed to be enjoying it, judging from the way your body reacted with every vibration flowing through you. he watches you as you bite your lip.

“do you like your surprise, sweetheart?” you gasp when he increases the vibrations, squeezing his hand as you struggle not to moan. seungmin puts a finger under your chin, lifting it up so your eyes meet. you look into his eyes, trying to find some sort of answer for why he was doing this to you, minutes from the dinner with your parents. the people who raised you, the people who saw you grow up. he blinks.

“speak when spoken to, babe.”

you inhale sharply before saying, “yes, i do.” seungmin smiles at your response as he steps away from you. you were going crazy, but at least he decreased the speed. you couldn’t believe he actually pushed through with the idea of bringing in sex toys in your sex life. it wasn’t a bad thing, you just didn’t expect he’d be the first one to initiate it.

“here’s what we’re going to do tonight, baby,” he starts, bringing forward the hand that was behind his back, remote in hand, “you’re going to wear this to dinner and i will not hear a moan,” seungmin moves torturously close to you and his fingertips graze your collarbone, “a whimper, or even begging from you. you will continue on with dinner as calmly as possible.”

“you’re my whore,” you moan softly at his words, watching as his finger hovered over the increase button, “but, we don’t want your parents knowing, hm?” you shake your head immediately and he hums in approval. you squeeze your legs together as the soft vibrations continued their assault on your clit and on your folds.

“good,” seungmin whispers, turning the vibrator off completely. you almost whine at the lack of movement between your thighs, but you knew better than to complain. you straighten your back and clear your throat to bring yourself back to the present. your head was already a mess and this was only the start of what he was planning. seungmin grins, handing out his other hand as the other pockets the remote.

“you ready to go?” you roll your eyes at how upbeat he was. it’s like he didn’t tease you earlier. you nod, nonetheless, thanking him when he opens the front door for you.

thankfully, the car ride to your parents was smooth. seungmin didn’t turn the device on at all and you were thankful because you would have came more than once in the passenger seat. it scared you, however, because that would only mean that he’ll be turning it on during dinner, during conversation. you almost didn’t want to step out of the car, but here you were, standing in front of your parents’ house and waiting for them to answer the door.

“y/n and seungmin!” your father greets as the door opens. seungmin, the bastard he is, turns the vibrator on its lowest setting when you lean in to give your father a hug. behind you, seungmin swallows as he notices your legs trying to squeeze themselves together. only the two of you knew what was happening and that makes the whole situation hotter than he could have ever imagined. both of you can get caught any moment, but it doesn’t really affect his decision when he increases the speed slightly as you hug your mother.

“come in, come in!” your mother smiles, motioning for the both of you to come inside. your legs are already feeling weak, the vibrations continuing on your folds and on your clit. seungmin’s right beside you, putting an arm around you to support you as you both walked in your parents’ house, the house you’re about to desecrate even if you’re just going to be sitting at the dining table. you face turns red at the thought and it turns redder when seungmin leans in to whisper.

“remember what i said earlier, baby. be a good girl.”

“the food’s not yet done cooking, but please,” your mother hums as she walks into the kitchen, “make yourselves at home!” you smile at her to try and get rid of the redness on your face. you decide to sit down on the living room couch as the scent of your dinner flows through the room. you weren’t hungry for that, anyway. you were merely after some sort of release and you knew that will satisfy all your needs tonight.

but this night has only just begun and you knew you were going to be screwed by the end of it, both literally and figuratively.

sitting down while the vibrator was on proved to be a bad idea as it presses on your clit twice as stronger. you grip seungmin’s knee when he sits down beside you and he doesn’t give you as much as a glance and you notice his hand is in his pocket. before you knew it, the vibrations have increased. you lean back to rest your back on the couch, but it doesn’t help either. the angle only doubles the pressure, hitting your nub in the most perfect of ways. you scream internally when your father stands in front of the couch, a glass in hand.

“was the ride here okay? traffic’s been awfully bad today,” you father mentions before taking a sip of his drink.

“yes, thankfully it was, sir. the road’s have cleared up when we left her apartment,”seungmin grins, turning to look at you as you struggled to keep your composure. “but traffic has always been a problem here, so i guess it’s expected.”

your father nods, eyes glancing at how stiff you were. nevertheless, he opens his mouth again to say, “i think the construction of the new shopping center is causi—“ his words enter one of your ears and exits the other.

you’ve always known how much your father excelled in talking about the most mundane of things, but it was only tonight that you realized that he went on so many tangents that the main subject of the conversation seemingly just vanishes into thin air. it’s a talent, you think, how he bounces off of one topic to another. in other days, you would appreciate it, but right now? your pussy was throbbing along with the vibrations of your panties. you wanted nothing more than to end this conversation.

“—y/n?” your father takes you out of your trance and you smile, even though your body has become uncomfortably hot and your pussy is dripping your juices onto the fabric.

“yes?”

“you’ve been awfully quiet, are you alright?” you nod immediately in response, grip on seungmin’s knee tightening as he increases the speed again. you hiss softly and seungmin covers it up with a cough.

“of course, i am,” you answer, shifting in your seat to adjust yourself and hopefully lessen the pressure on your clit. “why wouldn’t i be?” seungmin ups the speed again and you fight the urge to hunch over or even squeeze your legs together as you feel your first orgasm creeping up. you close your eyes as you take a sharp inhale.

before your father could reply or even say anything about how weird you were acting, you hear your mother calling him over to the kitchen to help her set the table. your father mumbles a quick sorry to seungmin, stating that they’ll continue the conversation in a while. seungmin grins as he nods. he turns to you after forever, gaze burning your skin.

“what was that?” he whispers harshly. you throw your head back, lower lip bit to keep yourself from moaning. “i thought i told you to be a good girl.” you scoff at his words as your chest starts to heave. god, you were so near and if seungmin keeps this up, you’ll—

and as fast as your orgasm was approaching, the vibrations are gone. you lift your head up in surprise, your grip on seungmin’s knee loosening. little did you know that this will be the first of many stolen orgasms from you. before you could reprimand him, he leans in close to you.

“such a slut, hm? so eager to cum so quickly,” you shiver as you hear a growl in his words. you straighten your dress as you try to bring yourself back to reality. your pussy was absolutely soaked, throbbing with no abandon and you wanted nothing more than to cum.

“there are consequences for the actions you choose to take, sweetheart.”

you hear your mother’s voice calling out for the both of you, saying that the dinner’s ready. seungmin’s the first to stand, holding out a hand for you to support you as you stand. your legs fail on you as you stumble into him once you’re off the couch. before you could recover, seungmin pulls you into his chest, whispering, “be a good girl and you’ll get to cum however many times you want.”

you swallow, nodding as he leads you into the kitchen. you give your parents the sweetest smile you could muster up, thanking seungmin as he pulls out the dining chair for you. such a gentleman, even if he’s got you wrapped around his finger. you sit beside him, but before your ass even hits the seat, the vibrations are back up again and even though they’re in the lowest setting, the knot in your stomach threatens to come back as quickly as it disappeared earlier. you clear your throat as you push the dining chair in towards the dining table.

seungmin keeps the vibrations at its lowest as he and your father talk about whatever it was they found fascinating earlier. he increases the speed once all the attention turns to you in the middle of the meal.

“so, how’s school, my love?” your mother starts, “college must be stressful this time of the year.” you nod in response, your brain failing to make up words as it focused on the vibrations all over your cunt.

“it could be worse,” you manage to say, grabbing a mouthful of food to shove into your mouth to prevent further conversation. seungmin increases the speed of the vibrator and you almost choke on the food in your mouth. in the corner of your eye, you see him smirk ever so slightly. damn him.

“oh! i remember you telling me about your big project. how’s that going?” your mother asks after a short silence.

a complete opposite of your father, your mother is. if your father excelled at small talk, your mother excelled at talking about the most extensive of subjects. you groan internally as you struggle to make up a coherent story without a moan leaving your lips once you open them.

“a-ah, it’s been alright, mom,” you try to say, your voice now higher than usual as you feel an orgasm coming up again. “same old, same old, you know?” you put down your spoon to grip the side of the chair you’re sat on as you try to keep yourself grounded. you were not about to have an orgasm in front of your parents, but fuck did this toy feel good on you. you put your pointer finger on top of your lips, your thumb under your chin as you try to focus on the events around you.

“you could elaborate more on that, y/n. we haven’t seen each other for so long,” your father laughs. you close your eyes as you shift on your seat. you chuckle at his words, removing the fingers over your lips to be able to talk to your parents.

“it’s, um, nothing special, really. my group mates have been cooperative so far and—“ you’re cut off when seungmin puts the speed on its highest. if you could take him to hell, you would. you most definitely would. your pussy is screaming for release and you didn’t know if you could hold back. fuck it, right? if you were cumming, you-- your orgasm’s robbed from you again, the second time tonight, and you wonder if you’ll be able to live after tonight. you let out an exasperated sigh, but you cover it up with a cough as you struggle to continue your sentence from earlier. “um, the teachers have been kind enough to let us borrow some relevant materials from them.”

“they should have offered it to you, students, in the first place, right seungmin?” your father laughs. seungmin merely laughs along, putting down his fork on the plate to put his hand on your thigh. his contact with your skin electrifies you and you shiver. you shift in your seat again, adjusting yourself as you feel yourself dripping even more. your heart was pounding and your breaths were labored, but your parents didn’t seem to notice that their daughter was going absolutely crazy. high off of a high she was trying to reach, but couldn’t seem to.

you feel your throat tightening up when you feel the vibrations on your clit again. you couldn’t stand edging anymore. your cunt was starting to ache now and any sort of self-restraint you once had was now gone and has been replaced with animalistic thoughts of seungmin and what you’d let him do to you once you get home. this dinner couldn’t be any more slower. you lower your head to stare at the floor, biting your lip to keep yourself from crying when seungmin increases the speed again.

“okay, who’s up for dessert?” your mother asks cheerily. “i prepared a chocolate mousse that you guys might like.” your father claps his hands together, a smile on his face.

“you’ll enjoy it, guaranteed. y/n’s mother makes great desserts,” he tells seungmin. seungmin chuckles in response as he squeezes your thigh under the table. “i’m sure i will, sir,” seungmin smiles, “i’m actually craving some sweets myself.”

your pussy clenches as he speaks. this was seungmin’s effect on you. even if what he said didn’t have anything dirty attached to it, you couldn’t help but whimper at the thought of him giving you what you wanted, the sweet pleasure of releasing all over your panties.

seungmin increases the speed again when your mother asks you if you can help her get the mousses out of the freezer. tears well up in your eyes as you feel another orgasm coming up. you didn’t know if seungmin was about to give it to you, but you wanted nothing more but to get to where you needed to be. your walls pulse in anticipation for the surge of your juices, but as expected, seungmin turns the vibrator off for the third time tonight, successfully edging you again. you let out a loud whimper now and seungmin squeezes your thigh. your parents notice, much to your dismay.

“y/n, baby, is something wrong?” your mother questions, moving closer to you. you shake your head as you shakily try to answer, another whimper coming out when seungmin turns the vibrator on again.

“my—my stomach hurts,” you sob softly. it was a lie, of course, an excuse to get you out of the room. you push yourself out of the dining table, legs slightly shaking at the intensity of the vibrations assaulting your pussy. you feel seungmin’s arm wrap around your shoulders to support you.

“i’ll assist her, please don’t worry,” seungmin nervously chuckles as he leads you out to the bathroom around the hall. you hear your mother call out about the medicine cabinet having some painkillers. the pain you felt now couldn’t be cured with painkillers. it could only be cured by seungmin, the man who put you in this position in the first place.

the moment the both of you reach the bathroom, seungmin pushes you onto the wall as you struggle to close the door. he suddenly puts the vibrations at its highest, making you hold onto him as you bury your face in his shoulder. you’re gasping his name, moaning incoherently into his shoulder as you try to reach the peak you’ve been trying so hard to reach.

“look at you, such a slut for me,” seungmin groans softly into your ear, “gripping onto me like your life depended on it.” you moan brokenly, feeling another orgasm making its presence known and you find yourself begging him to make you cum, over and over again.

“god, you almost came out there,” seungmin chuckles, “such a whore, so desperate to cum even if it meant letting your parents find out.”

you feel tears start to flow out of your eyes as you bite your lip to keep yourself from making any sort of noise that could be heard outside. you find yourself bucking your hips up to get more friction, just for something that can help you cum quicker. seungmin smirks, putting his hand under your dress to cup your pussy. the vibrations grow stronger and you throw your head back, mouth falling open as you reach out for something to hold onto. the knot in your stomach threatens to break and you pray to whatever gods there were that seungmin’s going to give it to you, finally.

“does my whore want to cum for me? make a mess all over her pretty lace panties?”

you breathe out his name as you nod quickly. seungmin smiles as he says, “cum for me.”

and you do. you’re arching your back off of the wall and you feel your chest collide into his as you continue to hold onto him for support. you see stars as you feel your juices flowing out of your pussy as the vibrations continue to wreck all that you were and all that you will ever be tonight. you’re grinding yourself onto his hand as you ride out your high.

seungmin grabs the remote in his pocket with his free hand, slowly bringing down the speed to help you come back to your senses. you’re breathing into his chest after, the tears from earlier drying up on your cheeks. the feeling of such an intense orgasm flows through your body and you shiver. seungmin rubs small circles into your back, pressing soft kisses onto your forehead as you continue to come down.

“are you okay, sweetheart?” seungmin asks after turning the vibrator off. you nod, words not being enough to describe what you were feeling at the moment. you raise your head to look at him and he grins at you.

“you seemed like you had fun,” he teases softly. you playfully push him away, adjusting yourself in your panties. you scrunch your nose when you feel how wet you were, the remnants of your first orgasm staining your fingertips. you wipe it off on your dress.

“of course, i had fun, asshole,” you mumble. before he could respond, you hear a knock on the bathroom door, making you both freeze. you both look at each other, panicked. did they end up hearing what the both of you were doing in the bathroom? if so, you’re both fucked.

“y/n, seungmin,” your mother’s voice rings in the bathroom, “i brought some water. y/n might need it.”

both of you sigh in relief. seungmin leans in to steal a quick kiss from you before moving away and twisting the door knob so he could go out to meet your mother. he closes the door behind him as he steps out.

“how is she?” your mother worriedly asks, eyebrows pushed together in concern. seungmin grabs the glass of water from her and he gives her a sympathetic smile. “seems like the food didn’t go down as quickly,” seungmin says and your mother lets out a sigh as she puts a hand on her waist. seungmin swallows, subtly looking down at the middle of his thighs to check if the tent on it is as obvious as he feels it to be.

“well,” your mother huffs, “thank you for taking care of her, seungmin.”

moments from tonight flash in seungmin’s mind as he smiles, eyes crinkling at the sides. he tilts his head as he nods. he really did take care of you tonight, just not in the way your mother thought.

“you’re welcome, mrs. y/l/n. you can trust me to take care of your daughter.”

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thetaoofzoe · 4 years ago

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Fic: Midnight in the Desert 1/1

Title: Midnight in the Desert

Summary: Coffee + tiny bladder + long motorcycle ride = the best sex of your life

Rating: Smut, fluff, fun sexy times. My usual fare, you know what’s up.

Pairing: Captain ‘Sy’ Syverson x YOU (AU)

Companion piece to The Road to Paloma

‘I have to pee!’

You leaned against Syverson’s broad back and shouted at him above the roar of the bike’s engine.

He turned his cheek against the wind.

‘What?!’ he shouted back. ‘Again?? We just stopped an hour ago.’

‘I got a tiny bladder!’ you laughed as he decreased the bike speed.

It was easier to talk now that the warm night air had stopped whipping away your words. You nuzzled fondly against his shoulder and eased your hands down over his belt buckle.

‘There ain’t a place for miles,’ he said and lay his hand over your hands. ‘Can you hold it?’

You thought a moment and although that second cup of truckstop hazelnut coffee was a surprising delight to the senses, it was a mistake currently wreaking havoc on your bladder.

‘I cannot. Nope, not in the least,’ you replied and left it up to your problem solving husband to figure it out.

Up ahead on that long black stretch of barren backcountry Arizona road stood a high-mast sodium light which cast a broad oval of yellowy illumination across the road. Syverson slowed the bike even more and drew close to the tall wood pole. You peered up at the ring of industrial bulbs and then down at the shadowy dirt area just at the rim of bright light.

When he shut off the engine the world plunged into a kind of silence that only an evening on an empty road in the middle of a desert could create. Nothing but crickets, and the occasional nocturnal animal cry. You liked it.

Syverson kicked the bike onto the stand and let the machine ease to one side. He got off it and turned to face you as he thumbed through his mobile.

‘No signal,’ he grumped and then pointed to the saddle bag near your thigh. ‘Get out the map. Let’s take a look.’

You did as you were told. He always kept a big book of state maps in the bag for when the online maps failed. You paged through it, landed on the appropriate state and after a quick skimming search, you put a finger on a thin jagged red line.

‘Highway 373,’ he said, looking down the length of your finger and rubbing his hand over his beard. ‘Yeah, see? Town’s at least another 60 miles.’

With your finger still on the map, you looked up at him and pouted. Syverson smiled fondly and used the tip of his index finger to push up your helmet visor so that he could see your eyes. He stroked the edge of his thumb back and forth against your cheek.

‘Sure you can’t hold it?’ he asked in a tone that said come on baby you can do it.

But you shook your head and unstrapped your helmet. He removed his own in response. Might as well get comfortable.

Handing yours to him, you rummaged about in your rucksack and made a noise of triumph when your fingers closed about a small plastic baggie. You pulled it out and held it up.

One of the most valuable tips that you learned from women who were constantly on the road was that a ‘fuddy’ or a female urination device was a godsend and a life saver.

Yours was pink.

‘Looks like your girl is gonna have to make do,’ you said and groaned as your bladder protested the exertion when he helped you climb off of the bike.

‘Awright,’ he said. ‘Don’t accidentally piss on anything that I’m gonna have to fight, okay?’

‘Always my knight in shining armour, Sy,’ you called over your shoulder walking to the edge where the darkness met the light.

He laughed and sat with his rear against the seat, stretching his long legs out in front of him.

‘Just do it where I can see you,’ he said.

You stepped across that hard bright line and into the pale darkness.

It seemed cooler there for some reason and you strained to look into the distance. The moon had gone in behind grey streaky clouds and backlit the jagged mountain range in the distance. You glanced back at the man leaning against the bike. He was still aware and watching and that comforted you.

Always your protector.

Unzipping your loose heavy canvas trousers, you pressed the rubbery funnel into place and relieved yourself into the dirt.

As the pressure subsided, your mood lifted and the thought of maybe another coffee didn’t sound so bad. Drying yourself and the funnel with a little bogroll, you tucked everything back into the baggie, righted your clothes and returned to the bike.

Syverson’s keen gaze skimmed over you.

‘Better?’ he teased.

You stored your bag into the rucksack and stood back to look fully at him.

‘You’re turning into a grizzly, you know that?’ you asked fondly, reaching up to run your fingers over his beard and then up over his jaw and to the back of his neck.

‘I thought you liked me like this,’ he replied in his easy joking manner.

He caught his thick facial hair between his thumb and forefinger and gave himself a thoughtful stroke. You smiled and reached up to gently caress the back of his well shaped head with both hands. His eyes softened immediately and a knowing look crept into his warm gaze.

‘What are you tryin’ to do?’ he asked.

There was that soft, gentle laughter in his voice that you loved so much. It was the sound that had come to mean that he was settling in to play your game.

You caught the corner of your lower lip between your teeth and looking away you lifted one shoulder in a shrug.

‘What?’ you asked innocently, ‘I’m not doing anything.’

Syverson hooked his thumbs into the side belt loops of your trousers. He drew you closer but when you resisted he shot you a quizzical expression.

No play? asked that expression.

He looked nearly betrayed that you would deny him access to the trouble he so dearly wanted to get into. He wanted to get into you.

You moved a few steps away and when you held his full and undivided attention, you unzipped your trousers. With an insolent pause to gauge his reaction, which was immediate and intense, you shimmied, let them drop and then stepped out of them. You wore his long tee shirt, and when the trousers dropped, the hem of it fell against your bare upper thighs, covering you.

Syverson made a low, greedy noise in his throat. He grabbed you by the waist and in a smooth motion, he straddled the bike’s seat, and swung you effortlessly into the air before planting you firmly astride his lap with a solid thump.

You felt him move against you as he shifted in the seat and the tough material stretched taut across his muscular thighs scraped along the tender flesh of your inner thighs. A pleasurable shiver rushed through you and you put your hands flat on his heaving chest. Sy wet his lips and looked up at you. There was want and heat and desire in his blue eyes and your lips curved into a delighted smirk.

This man, this beast of a man was yours and yours alone to do with whatever you pleased.

‘I’ve never met a woman who was so exciting,’ he groaned, voice quiet, as if he didn’t want to break the spell you’d woven over him.

You took the compliment in stride. Leaning in, you opened his mouth with your tongue and slid your hand down to his belt buckle. When you drew back, he looked down the length of torso and watched in breathless panting silence as you unbuckled his trousers and eased out his stiffening cock. You glanced at him, noting the colour rising high in his cheeks as he shuddered, put his head back and moaned.

He slid up the lower edge of your tee shirt and massaged your bottom rhythmically, eagerly as you stroked him once, then again, curving your fingers around his thick girth and teasing his glistening head with your thumb.

‘Yeah, baby. Good girl. Just like that,’ he groaned. ‘Oh, yeah, you know what I like.’

You warmed with the pleasure at being praised by him.

And gleefully, you twisted your slick fist and he arched, and tightened his grip on your hips.

‘C’mon baby, c’mon… you’re teasing me.’

I love to tease you baby, I love how you respond to me.

With his big hands supporting you, you rose to your knees opening yourself to him and you whispered his name when he undulated and pushed up into your sweet quivering heat.

As usual, you were unprepared for him, unprepared for the size of him. But you relaxed, closed your eyes, and clenched when his cock slowly stretched you to fit him.

Between his competent, loving hands, Syverson held you still and lifted his face so that you could kiss him, softly, gently, as if the two of you were hidden away in your bedroom, and not fucking like unrestrained lusty beasts by the side of a silent desert highway.

Sy thrust up hard into you, laying claim to you from the inside and an unnamed feral fire seared through you. You arched, sucked in a breath and your intentions of keeping quiet were obliterated. The throaty cry that erupted from you started but did not shame you.

A roll of your hips elicited the same response from him and you hissed with pain when he dug his fingers into your vulnerable flesh. But he soothed you with warm honeyed kisses and the promise of ever increasing delights. You clenched your thighs about him and Sy encouraged you to ride him harder and faster until you couldn’t withstand the plunging shudder that rocked you. Safe in the strength of his embrace, you surrendered to him, clutched at him and shuddered through the white-hot scalding gush of lust and molten fire through your veins.

Syverson held you against him until you finally stilled and draped yourself over him to cover his face with kisses.

After cleaning up and dressing, you settled yourself behind him again, wrapped your arms about his waist and rested your cheek against his shoulder. You gasped when the engine roared to life as the sudden vibrations shook you intimately and the sensations made you smile.

‘You ready?’ he asked, breaking you out of your muse.

You squeezed him.

‘Ready.’

A hotel room, a hot shower and another round were in order along with some downtime to rest. There was a secondary reason why you had to pee so much. Your husband was going to be a father.

-the end, you naughty little things. I love you ;D

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youryanderedaddy · 4 years ago

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♡100 followers special♡

Guys, I would like to thank all of you for all the support since I started this blog, you are the best <3 Btw this is the fic Elon Musk doesn’t want you to see lol, jk jk

Title: Humanity

Words: 3.6k

Summary: When you get sold to an odd looking robot after the last failure of a rebellion, things go better than you had expected. Until they don’t.

tw: robot/AI apocalypse au, dystopia au, slavery, slight non - sexual public nudity, discrimination, vulgar language, mention of death and child abuse (in the past), obsessive behavior, non - consensual touching, angst

AD 3061y., 14 September

Your hometown was in ruins, shattered by the Forces and left without any source of food, clean water or reliable manpower. The rebellion had failed just like the first ten attempts and as much as you had wanted to believe this time would be different, your dreams stayed nothing more than a way to cope with the harsh reality. Any intelligent individual had either managed to flee before the prosecution or died in agony while trying. You could still hear their pained screams ringing in your ear, the desperate look in their pupils sealed forever in your mind along with the sound of heavy breathing slowly fading into the background like your own hopes for a better future.

The ones who decided to play meek and close their eyes to the inhuman torture happening in the area were spared, but what awaited them could potentially be worse than death itself. You were part of the flock of pitiful weak humans who had surrendered to the heartless machines wanting nothing more than to see mankind squirm and kneel underneath their mechanic heel like a bug. And now you would face the hour of judgment – tired and exhausted, heavy rusty chains around your bruised ankles making every next step a little harder than the last one. But you were certain that the most painful humiliating event hadn’t taken place yet and the thought made your blood run cold. You could recall the countless stories you used to hear on the streets from your friends about androids stealing kids and selling them like cattle to the most powerful leaders of society. Back then you would laugh at them, finding the ideas ridiculous, better fit for a conspiracy theory or a legend rather than an actual threat. But during that time life was easier – the robots were still your friends, just your average citizens, equal to the humans in every manner. It wasn’t until ten years later that some of them realized just how much better, stronger and smarter than the people they really were. That’s how the apocalypse started and that’s how it was going to end. These days the mortals were becoming extinct with the population cut down to one million. You didn’t have names or rights to any possession. Your mere survival had one purpose only – to entertain the machines so they could feel human again. And right now you were being dragged to Soraq, also known as the biggest slave market in the country.

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It was just as terrifying as you had imagined it to be. The Capital was supposed to express wealth, luxury and maybe even happiness but your old human views were easily opposed when faced with the mud covering what was left of the pavement and the pale exhausted bodies of the mortals wandering the streets searching for a hot meal and a little bit of kindness it was clear no one wanted to provide. You reached out to help a young girl sobbing all by herself on the ground but the Officer roughly yanked your shoulder back and ordered you to keep going – his cold hard touch was enough to bruise your skin.

After a few long minutes of uncertainty your keeper finally stopped, pulling you up some black stairs leading to a small stage and if you weren’t too busy looking around for the others who were captured, you might have noticed the crowd gathered inches away from you. Soon enough you were forced to redirect your attention as you heard the approving screams and cheering below. There were hundreds of robots staring at you, smirking maliciously, pinning you with their cold calculating gazes. You finally realized that this wasn’t just a bad dream or a nightmare, something unreal you could easily run away from by opening your eyes. You were about to become property and the worst part was the way the cruel machines perfectly resembled people – they looked the same except for the dark red pupils each possessed which glowed when going into a fight mode. But unlike humans the androids had gotten rid of their most intimate emotions and fears, turning themselves into empty shells, shiny and murderous with no way to experience anything properly, be it pleasure or pain.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” The Officers started off with a low chuckle, his heavy hand wrapped tightly around your arm. His voice should have been programmed to be monotone but now it had a playful edge to it. “Today our dear subjects have decided to be feisty yet again. They still haven’t learned their lesson it seems.” He grinned eerily, quickly followed by the mocking laugher of the crowd. Some even shouted slurs and insults but you tried to focus on controlling your feelings. You needed to stay calm if you wanted to survive. “We really can’t expect more from the mankind. They are primal after all, they just can’t learn from their mistakes.” The male robot paused for a second to fix his microphone. “It’s in their DNA code to be foolish and pathetic. That’s why we need to take better care of them.” He whispered the last line down your neck and despite knowing that the machines didn’t have actual lungs, you could swear you felt his cold breath on your sensitive skin.

“The woman is in her early twenties. Her background is unknown, but she certainly looks like someone you would want in your collection.” The android continued talking as if you weren’t there, his hands all over your tinier frame. The mass was yelling, but you only made out the words „down”, „strip” and „human”. Your eyes watered involuntarily and you let the tears stream down your cheeks in spite of the weakness they showed. It didn’t matter – it couldn’t get any worse so you could at least let yourself experience such little bits of comfort. In the next moment the Officer ripped your old ragged t-shirt, exposing your breasts to the cold autumn air. The hot red humiliation washed over you as the degrading whistles pierced trough your heart. It was such a cruel unfair punishment and you couldn’t even keep your composure long enough to not break down ugly – crying right there.

“The bidding starts at one thousand eros!” The robot’s evil voice echoed through the area, reaching the market borders. Suddenly all the attention was on your scared vulnerable half-naked self. More than ten androids raised their hands, making your stomach turn in terror. Most of them had unpleasant appearances, resembling old people, usually men. “Do we have two thousand eros?” The officer added quickly afterwards having seen the shown interest. This time there were only five bots willing to buy you for so much money – but the show was far from over. “Am I seeing three thousand eros?” Your keeper kept going, determined to drain your bidders off their wealth, but to his utmost surprise now there were only two robots with their hands in the air – one seemingly younger and the other looking all wrinkled and bitter at the world. You silently prayed that fate would work in your favor only this time and hand you over to the man who would treat you more like a living being and less like an object.

“Ten thousand eros.” Suddenly the android with a kinder appearance declared out loud, his cold stern gaze fixed onto you. The other male hesitated for a moment, probably wondering whether or not you were worth so much money, but at the end he cursed under his breath and slowly put his hand down with a sour expression. “Sold to K-010 for ten thousand eros!” The automatic voice of the Officer was ringing in your ear like an alarm while the crowd was shouting and cussing, some going as far as to criticize your new owner for giving up his monthly salary for a “cheap human whore”. Next he was invited on the stage to sign off all the needed documents leading to your freedom being ripped away forever and you were injected with a tiny chip which would make your location visible to your buyer at any given time. The android looked at you soon after and in one swift move he managed to place his leather coat on your shoulders, muttering at you to cover up. You obeyed, embarrassed by the reminder that your upper half was still fully exposed to all the hungry prying immortals. When the chains were finally removed, the robot took you by the hand and led you to a small white flying car with a yellow lily drawn on top – the brand was popular among the most powerful members of the Forces.

“Don’t even think about running away.” K-010 growled when he noticed the way your attention drifted to the nearby road before finally taking your seat. You knew it was pointless now that the tracking device was deep into your skin but deep down you still couldn’t kill the last bit of hope screaming at you to do something before you were too far away to find home again, wherever it was. “If you so much as look outside while we drive, I will use my lasers to turn you into ash. Okay?” You nodded meekly and sank into the soft comfortable seat, wishing that your body would stop shaking in fear but to no avail.

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The journey was long and silent but it made you remember the days when music was still allowed and you used to turn the radio all the way up in your mother’s car. You would sing loudly until your throat hurt and your friends would ask you to just shut up and focus on the road. Everything was so normal and happy back then. The stinging nostalgia threatened to overcome so you tried to focus on something else. You finally faced your owner in an attempt to study his appearance. He was probably in his late twenties, his hair white with some black locks here and there, a fashion trend you usually didn’t care much for. You couldn’t afford to bother with your hairstyle when you were constantly running for your life after all. The robotic male had sun-kissed brown skin, he was taller than most human men and his lips seemed softer than most robots’. But the biggest mystery laid in his deep dark eyes, they looked scarlet at first but the more you stared, the easier it was to realize the color was actually brown.

“Are you a cyborg, K-010?” You asked in a small voice out of the blue, breaking the peace and quiet in the air. The android didn’t spare you much attention with his gaze fixed onto the open sky serving as a road, still he opened his mouth slightly to respond. “My name is Kyle, the numbers are just a formality.” He inhaled sharply as if he was reminiscing a bad memory. “And yes, I am biologically human – just with a few practical upgrades.” You had heard of such people before, the ones willing to become an experiment so they could join the high society oppressing their own neighbors, friends and relatives, setting the lands on fire and destroying the dying environment but you had never met one until today. Honestly, you felt betrayed. It was one thing to be some unfeeling machine’s plaything and entirely another to be owned by someone with a functioning heart even though they weren’t too keen on using it properly.

“Why would you do that?” You couldn’t stop the question from leaving your lips in the next moment. “You should know what humans have to go through just to stay alive. Today hundreds of us were crushed and sold like some animals! Yet you changed yourself to appeal to their disgusting standards.” You raised your voice, the hot tears already spilling down your cheeks yet again, your fists clenched in pure anger at the foolish greedy man. He simply shook his head and leaned back. “I had my reasons, sweetheart. You don’t know anything.” With that the conversation had ended, you could try and argue or even blame him for being a selfish bastard but it wouldn’t have done you any good so you decided against it. It didn’t matter much anymore.

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A few months went by slowly even though time meant little to someone in your position. Living with Kyle wasn’t as terrible as you thought it would be – his mansion was big and spacious, luxurious even. You had your own room and you were allowed to explore the house in your free time. You didn’t have many duties to attend to, your work mostly revolved around cooking, cleaning and keeping company with your owner when he was too tired to keep the robotic mask on and just wanted something sweet, something weak, something more human around. He didn’t want much out of you so you tried to do your best and stay on his good side – there was always a warm meal waiting at the table at night, every window was carefully wiped from the previous dust and the glass was now shining brightly, and you would listen for hours on end to the cyborg’s ramblings no matter how dreadful it could be sometimes.

But it couldn’t be denied that the man had some odd habits, even if you were to overlook him buying a living being instead of simply hiring a maid. For example, you knew how thin the walls actually were because you could hear him cry almost every night. The half-robot would hold you close any time the news were too loud or a bottle of beer had fallen and shattered on the ground. Still you weren’t allowed to leave his home so all the doors leading to the outside world were locked while he was away or at work. And there were these weird long cuts on his shoulders you had managed to take notice of the first time your master had asked you to bathe him. You hadn’t meant to prey upon his naked form, but the task had been so awkward you needed something to focus on to drive the unpleasant thoughts away. The injuries looked deep and the man would close his eyes any time the soap made contact with them. Finally one day you gathered the courage to ask him what had caused the raw scratches. You were messaging his scalp gently, applying jasmine in his roots, trying to soothe his nerves and get to the information.

“ ’S not important. ” K-010 answered lazily while arching his back into your touch. More often than not the male would melt under your care and you couldn’t help but wonder just how lonely it was to be neither a human nor a machine. “She is dead now.” He whispered darkly, secretly hoping it wouldn’t reach your ear, yet it did. “Who is dead?” You questioned him after a while, stroking his wet locks until you heard him moan. You were getting better and better at provoking a reaction from the cyborg and despite knowing it was manipulative and a little devious, he was still the ruthless owner who held your one and only life in his palms. You needed to be sneaky if you wanted a safe, comfortable life.

“My mother.” Kyle added quickly before looking at the blue ceiling, the glossy material copying both of your reflections. The mention of the woman made the sensitive skin of his nape crawl but he kept talking. “The crazy bitch used to beat me every. She even tried to kill me a couple of times.” A slight smile appeared on his full red lips. “It didn’t work out in the end, unfortunately.” So that’s where the cuts were from – he had been violated in his childhood by no other than the person supposed to look after him. You had always hated abusive parents taking advantage of their authority and even now your own imagination made your heart ache at the picture it painted. A small boy being hit over and over until there his whole body was bruised and bloodied. A child with no one to turn to. It didn’t excuse your master’s evil doing but it certainly explained a lot. “Don’t make such a sad face, darling.” He cooed at you, reaching out to pinch your cheek. “I will always be grateful to the Forces since they gave me the power I needed to finally free myself from her grasp. I even buried her myself after everything was said and done.” Kyle grinned from side to side like a little kid waiting to be praised for the picture they had drawn, except now the man was speaking of the way he had murdered his mother. You were at a total loss of words, suddenly too frightened to respond.

“What’s so special about being a human anyways?” The cyborg grumbled, sounding almost offended of the words you still haven’t said but were definitely thinking deep down. You were staring forward unable to draw away from that one crack in the wall, his words flying above your head. Your confusion was interrupted by the man quickly raising to his knees and catching both of your hands with his strong robotized ones. The cold touch of the metal combined with the camouflage of a soft skin was enough to mess your mind even further into the maze that was his dark gaze. Next thing you knew the male had you pinned on the hard ground, spotlessly clean and reeking of abstergent. You tried to squirm away but the hold of your wrists was too tight and strong to even make your struggling worth the trouble. “Just look at how weak you humans are.” K-010 taunted you, smirking teasingly, cruelly, yet there was something desperate in his eyes, something hidden. “You are so fragile I could probably break you if I were to press harder on your flesh.” He whispered into your ear, breathing down your neck as he dug his icy fingers into your collarbone and made you whimper pathetically at the dull pain. “People are foolish creatures, illogical by nature. They try to fight authority yet the moment they are left with a free choice, they find a way to run from their responsibilities.” The cyborg chuckled maliciously while digging his nails further into your skin.

“We might be doomed forever because of our emotions but there is something you fail to consider.” You finally spoke out despite your rapid heartbeat and fear so great it could defeat death herself. The predator already had you in his sharp claws and there was no pointing in playing coy anymore. The worst had come to worst. Your words caught the attention of the half-robot and he licked his lips in anticipation to hear what you had to say. “Unlike the androids we can still experience love. And at the end a life without love is a life wasted in the big picture. We might be mortal but you are the ones waiting to die instead of living.” You spat at the man fiercely, ready to face any punishment he would bestow upon your weak tired body for the sheer honesty. Instead he started laughed maniacally, the sound so loud it hit the ceiling and echoed through the house like a pained scream and so violent his shoulders shook to the sides. For the first time his eyes were glowing in a bright red color so saturated and vivid you couldn’t stand to look at them.

“This is really funny, my little human.” Kyle pronounced carefully, having calmed down. He lowered his head so that his lips were ghosting over yours, just brushing against them. “I belong with neither humans nor robots so why does my chest ache every time I look at you? Tell me, darling, am I in love?” His voice was harsh, husky – as if he was purposely trying to sound evil but the tears in his eyes pointed at another feeling. A raw painful feeling.

You couldn’t reply not only because you had no idea what to say after the confession but also because you couldn’t breathe properly with his pretty, wicked face so close to yours. Your silence only managed to stir the cyborg up further into his madness and he kissed you roughly, hungrily lapping and biting at your lips until they were sore and bruised, the robotic man more than happy to lick the small drops of blood off. For a moment you considered kicking or shouting for help but there wasn’t anyone willing to in the radius of kilometers. No one of significance cared much about the few remaining mortals. “I could never love you.” You uttered weakly, half – heartedly pushing the man away. You were all alone in this and there wasn’t really a point in fighting someone so much bigger and stronger, yet a sad little part of you hoped that Kyle would leave you alone if you made it clear enough just how much his actions were hurting you.

“It’s fine if you don’t love me by choice.” Your master replied calmly in a cold piercing voice. His hands were wandering through your form stopping at your hips to draw them into his. The pretty dress you used to like so much was now crumpled and reeking of him, torn apart from your shivering body and thrown away. You wished you could cry but all the adrenaline had left you too uneasy to process the pain and fear. Kyle whispered in your ear while stroking your hair gently and it made you feel like a trembling sheep before a starved butcher. “I own you, little human.” He placed a small kiss on your hot sensitive neck. “And I have enough love for both of us.”

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devildomdoofus · 4 years ago

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Lemon Dreams: Part 1

[NSFW]

Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan

a bit of spicey lil dreams the brothers have of MC. If requested, I’ll add the undateables (minus Luke) into a Part 3.

Gender-Neutral as always.

MINORS:

DO NOT INTERACT

DO NOT PROCEED

Be smart, have common sense.

I’m not responsible for your irresponsibility.

You see the warnings. I put them out plainly. Adhere.

‼️WARNINGS‼️

NSFW, mature theme, mature content, implied intercourse, nudity, swearing, light bondage, BDSM, tidbit of pet play, wet dreams,

IF I MISSED ANY, PLEASE INFORM ME

Author’s Note (Sorry, I’ll try to be brief):

Trying my hand at some “light” N S F W content to see how I do and see how it goes.

Thank you all, once again, for the love and support and positive responses!! You’re enjoyment is the reason I keep doing what I love to do✨ Please: stay healthy, stay safe, stay you, and stay ruling them all, MCs 💕

- DevildomDoofus

💙Lucifer:

Regrettably, it has been nearly a millennia since he’s had any amount of a decent shuteye due to his brothers’ antics, his oversight of R.A.D., and obligations to Diavolo so you can only imagine the amount of fatigue that he felt in his mind, body, and soul. But because of his image and his own personal desire to be nothing short of perfect, he couldn’t simply rest whenever or wherever he pleased. It was outlandish to even consider the idea. Unfortunately, the side effects of denying himself any form of rest were starting to show. It was causing him to make mistakes he wouldn’t normally make and Diavolo had to personally intervene, using his authority on behalf of his dear friend’s health or lack thereof and demanded that he take a day off. He was the only one in all of the realms that could try and convince this workaholic to put on the breaks. You, yourself, have tried before but Lucifer was as stubborn as the days of summer were long and you felt like you were talking to a brick wall. But because Lucifer could not deny his prince’s demands, he reluctantly obliged... but not without absolute confirmation that nothing would go wrong while he was absent and as soon as he felt rested enough, he would return immediately.

Locking himself away in his room while putting a soundproof spell on the outside of it, he finally sits down at his desk and leans back in his chair as he sluggishly closes his eyes. The silence was both mildly relaxing and extremely uncomfortable as it was so rare for the world around him to be so... quiet. so undisturbed. So peaceful.

It was a bit unnerving.

He sighs deeply. This whole resting thing was going to be a lot more difficult than he originally thought. He stands up to go grab a vinyl record, places it on the antique gramophone and turns the device on. The orchestra makes their way through the metal funnel and the melody of the instruments echo beautifully throughout his room. “Much better,” he hums to himself. He tosses his coat aside, unbuttons his vest and drops it to the floor, removes his button-up shirt, kicks off his shoes, and does away with his belt while his pants follow suit. He dons his nighttime robe and finally slides into his bed. As soon as he hits the mattress, his eyes shut and his mind turns off, allowing him to drift swiftly into a deep slumber.

The dream started out like any other dream he’s had in his life; it’s mundane and not much is going on. It’s practically the same as ‘bringing work home with him’ but in his dreams. He’s at his desk, crossing his t’s, dotting his i’s, finalizing some paperwork, and the like, while the stress from his waking hours begins to find its way back to him like a boomerang.

Then, as if by magic, all of his stress melted away as soon as he heard a knock on his door along with your voice calling for him softly on the other side. He smirks. “You may enter.” He kept his head low as you stepped in due to the fact that he was finishing signing a particular paper. “Just a moment,” he instructs, as the last cursive letter finds its place on the paper. He begins to lift his eyes to meet yours. “Now, what can I do for yo-...” He freezes.

There you were, standing before him, in nothing but one of his ties hanging loosely around your neck. His jaw clenches and his fist tighten into a ball so firmly that his knuckles turn white under his gloves.

‘Like a lamb to it’s slaughter,’ he quotes, internally.

Needless to say, the dream takes a more DRASTIC turn and he’s got you bent over the desk, hands tied up with his tie that you so graciously considered to bring with you, and his name pouring out of your lips like a faucet. He’s taking you all for himself, piece by divine piece, with every snap of his hips, bite of your skin, and claw of your flesh. What a sight you were beneath him.

The moment he wakes, his body is covered in a ‘morning’s dew’ of sweat and the sheets of his bed have become painfully heavy on his lower half. His heart is still thumping wildly in his chest and his eyes are darting everywhere in his room, ensuring that he’s alone and no one can see him in such a disheveled state. He uses part of his robe to dab away the sweat from his brow and then rubs his eyes as he collects himself.

Spends the next many few hours calming himself down and hoping that he is blessed by some unholy miracle where NOBODY walks in...

especially you...

with nothing but his tie hanging loosely around your neck and-...

Ah shit.

The following morning at breakfast, he is eyeing you rather heavily from across the table and his brothers take notice but never dare to say a word. They just assume that you’ve done something to piss him off again and want no part of it.

They are not entirely wrong, though. You had unknowingly irked him quite a bit.

You entered his dreams without permission, made such a delectable spectacle of yourself in front of him, and caused him to feel things that no other demon, angel, human, nor any other soul for that matter, has been able to make him feel. And now he has to deal with these explicit thoughts and feelings, especially when you’re around or in his vicinity, along with many other things that demand his attention and it’s all just so irritating. Delightfully irritating. The kind of irritating he secretly enjoys.

The next few days, you never really get the sense that anything is off with Lucifer for how well he carries himself, no matter his circumstances, and yet... he seems to be less physical with you. Normally, he would give you the occasional hand on the shoulder or upper back when you needed guidance, allow you to lean on his shoulder when your days had been particularly rough and you needed to rest, or pinch your cheek when he teased you but lately... he wouldn’t even keep eye contact with you for very long without turning away and- was that a hint of pink in his cheeks? No, surely you are imagining things. Lucifer, blushing? Has the devildom froze over?

💛Mammon:

This poor, sweet and a little bit sleazy man was just SO exhausted from having to get up early that morning when he’d normally sleep in, to go to a school he doesn’t ever really pay attention to, as well as constantly keep lower demons from getting anywhere near his precious MC, bribe Levi to do his homework in exchange for an exclusive Ruri-Chan figurine (which he went into further debt to obtain), keep his overbearing fanbase from his modeling jobs happy on social media... it all was simply too much for The Great Mammon to be doing when he could alternatively be doing something better. Like being lazy sleeping off this R.A.D lag.

He had skipped his last few remaining classes and told you he was headed to your room to crash before school let out and you two could hang out later. He plopped onto your bed, nuzzled his face into one of your pillows, and fell asleep shortly after to your sweet aroma surrounding him.

His dream began as they typically do, with him gambling his Grimm for higher payouts or watching the Devildom stock market fluctuate in his favor... or more often times than he’ll ever admit, it’s just the two of you spending some quality time together alone for a change.

Only this time, his dream didn’t end up the way it typically did.

In his dream, he was sitting next to you on the sofa with his arm resting behind your head wanting to wrap it around you so fucking badly and watching whatever you had put on when it was interrupted by the winning lottery ticket read out. He leapt from couch with a big yell and the winning ticket in hand, and rushed to hug the tv and to kiss the demon inside of it, thanking him, Lady Luck, and anyone else involved in his incredible fortune today. As he turned around to come squeeze you tight with excitement and have you share in his celebration, his whole body tensed and he stopped in his tracks. He had become a deer in the headlights.

You were now lewdly postured on the couch, bare and exposed, excluding how you were practically dripping in gold jewelry/accessories whilst surrounded by enormous piles of Grimm. With one finger, you beckoned him over.

To say that this is one of his all time favorite fantasies would be THE understatement of the millennia.

He was in front then over you in a matter of milliseconds, his demon form taking over his body and stealing noises from you that the entire House of Lamentation- no- the entire Devildom could hear and FUCK he loved that thought almost as much as he adored you he cared about you; the thought that the entire Devildom could hear that you were his and his alone, that no other soul could make you feel like this.

And just as it was about to get really good, he wakes up.

Red faced, breathing heavily, and a thick coat of sweat all over his body. Not to mention the newfound, painful tightness in his pants.

He’s jerking his head around the room to confirm hoping to deny that is was all simply a dream, and to be certain that you hadn’t come back from school early or something and found him like this.

“Unholy shit.” He wipes the sweat from his face and then takes his phone in his hand to check the time. “UNHOLY SHIT!!” You had texted that you were on your way back home 10 minutes ago! He had to be quick.

He replaced the sweaty sheets and pillow cases with new ones, adjusting them so that it looked as it had before he slept on them, tied his school uniform coat around his waist to disguise the ‘friendly neighborhood bachelor,’ and darted like a bat out of devildom to his room, avoiding major hallways and doors to ensure that no one could stop him or chase him down and see him in his predicament.

You can be sure that for the next few weeks, he’s avoiding you like the plague. He sends texts that he is “paying off a debt and can’t make it,” or “Sorry MC, I’m a little tied up at the moment. This Grimm won’t make itself.” and to you it was a little odd, but nothing he hasn’t exactly done before, so you go about your days as normal. Poor Mammon has once spent an entirety of four months working a few jobs to pay off one big loan.

If only you knew how often he was reliving that dream in his head, over and over and over again. For such a thing to become reality? Well... he feels he’d have better luck winning the lottery. But just as he gambled, he wouldn’t give up so easily.

🧡Leviathan:

It is not uncommon for Leviathan to have certain dreams about certain individuals he enjoys, be it anime characters, video game characters, idols that he fawns over, etc. It’s normal. Quite often, in fact, but he would rather LITERALLY DIE before he ever admits to such a thing, much less have anyone think he has a crush. With his brothers as they are known to be, he’d never live it down. Which is one of the reasons why he keeps himself locked away in his room and goes on binges of whatever it is he’s invested in at the time. He’s left alone to do and be as much of himself as he pleases without judgment. It is one particular episode of an anime he had been bingeing for several hours that has him with his head resting upon his keyboard and ever so slightly snoring away as the characters converse in the background. It wasn’t boring in the least, it’s just that his eyes refused to stay open any longer and his body decided for him that it was about time for a proper nap.

His dream began as normal, with him on a quest to save the renowned, royal heir from the ten-headed beast that guarded the tower in which they were kept. The journey to the tower was extensive and not without its obstacles, the battle was epic, in every sense of the word, and the reward for it’s heads would match the gratification of the victory that ensued it.

Little did he know that in that tower, it wasn’t just any royal heir lying in wait for their prince to come, as they had always been. It was you.

You, in all of your glory, draped across the bed and adorned with the finest of cloths that were barely covering your most intimate of skins.

As he entered your bedroom chambers, expecting to find a fictional character he adored in his waking hours, he stops dead in his tracks and his entire body turns red hot in matter of seconds. You could easily hear the thumping of his heart throwing heavy blows at his ribcage, and, if you looked close enough, you could see the steam trickling out of his ears. You could also hear the clinking of his amor, the metal plates shaking against one another as he trembles before you.

Leviathan.exe has stopped working.

Yes, he’s had plenty of dreams like this before but.. fuck.. they were never of you. Much less like this. Believe him, he’s tried on many occasions to at least see your face or hear your voice, ANYTHING. But inevitably, his anxiety and shyness won in the end and you never came passing through his dreams... until now.

You leant against one arm, your lips curling into a smile, and then beckoned him silently with one crook of a finger.

Anxiety and shyness who?

He quickly does away with the heavy armor, tossing them aside, and crawls across the bed to you, to your face, to those precious lips.

He takes a hold of them in his own and seemingly devours you as he strips you of what little cloth covered you and then pushes you back down against the bed. The dream continues with your bodies intertwining in every way that earned him the lewdest of noises from you.

Until he jerks awake with his face a deep shade of crimson, body covered from head to toe in a mist of sweat, and a heartbeat that could put a drum solo to shame. He quickly scans his surroundings as he’s coming back to reality, making sure he’s the only one within a mile’s radius. If anyone thought he was a hermit now, you can only imagine what it would be like if he was caught looking the way that he did. The anime that he had fallen asleep to was now on a screen that was asking for confirmation if he was still watching. He presses the power button on his computer and wipes away the sweat on his brow before leaning back in his chair, eyes glued to the ceiling as he’s recollecting the dream. He sees the faces you were making in pleasure pass through his mind once more and it makes his face turn 30 shades redder and increases the painful tightness in his snug sweatpants. He shakes his head, no longer wanting to continue digging this grave of overwhelming lust, and plants his head back onto the keyboard. Lord Diavolo, please, just kill him now.

The following months, Leviathan stays locked away in his room and avoids you as if you were the final boss of a game he never wants to stop playing. He knew that if he saw you, got near you, or even heard your name being mentioned, there would be no way of stopping his thoughts, his body’s reactions to those thoughts, nor his brother’s comments about how he’s “acting awfully strangely.”

As much as he wishes that he never had the dream in the first place because of all of the trouble it’s causing, he can’t help but relive it over and over again, putting it on repeat in his mind. But to admit to you these powerful feelings and attempt to bring it to reality? Only normies do such a thing... right?

💚Satan:

Line after line, chapter after chapter, book after book, he simply could not put the new series he had discovered down. He was so invested, he’d finish one book and immediately pick up the next. His mind was reeling far too fast for him to stop now and nothing in all of the three realms could do so. That is until his own body waved it’s white flag and begged for him to shut his eyes, even if for just moment. Satan bargained, internally, that he’d allow himself roughly thirty minutes of rest before he’d pick back up where he left off. He sets the book on a nearby desk, settles down onto his loveseat and closes his eyes.

As a man of many talents and faces, his dreams were known to be as heavily diverse as he was, and often times reflected whatever book he had been reading, philosophy he had been pondering, or stress he had been managing. No one particular type of dream frequented more than another.

That being said, in the past few weeks, you had been a bit more physical with him. Whether it was a simple brush of the hands as you two reached for the same novel, late night study sessions ending up in late night study and cuddling sessions, or the occasional linking of arms as the pair of you walked the length of a museum and studied its inhabitants. It goes without saying that you were making an impression on him and his mind, leaving little to no room for any other thoughts than the ones involving you. Naturally, you had found your way into his dreamworld and you were the one constant in the ever changing slumber visions.

The dreams that you were involved in, which were now a majority of them, were mostly sweet; the most intimate being the one time you had placed a chaste kiss upon his cheek. If you were to ask him about these dreams that had him chipper than usual, he would smile and tell you that “they were simply pleasant hallucinations but nothing more.” And he’d be lying through his teeth, desperately trying to keep his cheeks from reddening in front of you. If you were lucky enough that his gaze lingered, you’d catch the tint of pink making its way across his face. The poor inner romantic in him couldn’t help himself. He’s mastered the art of poker face in its entirety, but when it came to you, his willpower and calm demeanor waned into nothingness and he was like putty in your hands. Just don’t push it or there will be Devildom to pay.

This particular time around, though, his dream would take a more unforeseen turn.

In his dream, he had invited you to join him on an outing over to the Royal Library and you two were now making your way to your favorite lone table in the farthest back corner, hidden behind the many shelves of books. After claiming your usual spot, he went to gather the books he wanted to go through and planted himself in the chair to finally open them up and get started. Meanwhile, you had wandered off, presumably, to find and create your very own mountain of novels to conquer.

An hour or so passed and he had made his way through five of his books when he felt a tap against the cover of the one he was currently reading. “Forgive me, MC, but I’m almost done with this paragraph and I need just one more moment to do so.” Another tap against the cover. “May it wait, MC? I’m nearly finished.” This time, you gingerly grabbed the tip of his book and tilted it away from him (a pet peeve of his). Just as he was about to give you his trademark glare of warning, his eyes widen and his jaw clenches, with his fingers letting go of the book and tightening into a fist taut enough to turn his knuckles white.

There you stood before him in little to no clothing, fluffy little cat ears and a tail to match, with a leash and collar adorning your precious neck. You took his stiffened hand, ever so slowly opened it up, and delicately placed the end of the lead into his palm, flashing him your cheekiest grin.

Now you’ve gone and done it. He snaps.

He jerks the end of the lead so that you’re aggressively pulled forward, bending over the table and sending the piles of books to the floor with audible thuds, and your lips crash into his. He uses his free hand to trap cradle the other side of your face as he devours your lips, devours your taste. Impatient and hungry, he soon lets you go with a low growl before standing up and dragging you behind him, forcefully, by the lead, coming to the front of a shelf that leant against a wall and grabbed your waist, lifting you up to push you against it, having more books tumble to the floor with a sound thud, while once again, taking your lips with his. Something about the way you looked, the way you sounded because of his actions, drove him completely mad.

Before it could go any further, he jerks wakes to the sound of someone knocking on his door. He quickly scans his surroundings and when he finds it empty, he breathes a heavy sigh of relief. The knocks continue and from beyond the door, a familiar voice requests his audience. “Satan? It’s Solomon. My apologies, but I just wanted to return a borrowed book.”

He reaches for a nearby cloth and dabs away the sweat that covered his face. He steadies his breathing and in the stablest voice he could muster, he answers back, “Alright. One moment please.”

“Take your time,” the sorcerer replies.

He gathers himself quickly, as the master of his own emotions does, hoisted up from the loveseat, straightens himself out and starts to head for the door but with a quick glance downwards, he pauses. There’s no way he could greet Solomon with such a visible... display...

He takes his coat from the coatrack, wraps it around his waist and finally opens the door with a welcoming smile.

“Thank you kindly for the recommendation. It was a pleasant read,” Solomon tittered in recollection then immediately shifted into a frown of concern. “Satan... are you alright? Forgive my intrusion, but you seem a bit disheveled.” The disheveled man in question nods, chuckling in hopes of deterring Solomon from pressing any further by lightening his aura. “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for your concern. I simply had a bit of a nightmare.” Solomon raised a brow and Satan continued in his tall tale. “It had been so long since I’ve had one, so I’m sure you can imagine how unnerving it’s effects had on me.” Moments passed like molasses as Solomon pondered what Satan had said and the uncomfortable silence was wearing down on Satan’s last minute, makeshift composure. “Thank you for returning the book,” Satan’s voice firmly interjecting the fellow wise man’s thoughts as he received the book from his hands, “and I’m delighted that you enjoyed yourself.” He holds the book in front of where the coat covered his waist. “If you wish for more recommendations, I’ll be happy to share them with you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some tea to drink and a book to read to calm my nerves. Good day, Solomon.” Before Solomon could get a final word in, Satan slips back into his room and shuts the door. For good measure, he locks it and turns the deadbolt. He shuffles back over to the loveseat where it all began and dropped down, pinching the bridge of his nose and letting out a heavy sigh. The blush that wanted so desperately to creep it’s way into his complexion the moment he’d awoken was now set free and his entire face turned red. He knew how to keep a tight grip on every other emotion he’s ever had... but love? Lust? This was going to be a challenge.

Outside of the door, not having moved an inch, Solomon stood with his chin snug between the crook of his forefinger and thumb. “Can demons have nightmares...?” He audibly contemplated as he waited a moment, following his train of thought before asking himself aloud again, “If so... then why did Satan have an erection?”

A pair of delicate hands found their way to Solomon’s shoulders and he glanced over them to see Asmodeus leaning in close to his ear. “It’s called a kink, darling.” Solomon politely shoos away the embodiment of lust with a gentle wave of his hand before starting down the hall from which he came, with the demon practically skipping in tow. “Kinks, we both know, I’m aware of. I had just assumed that his.. situation.. would be more relative to Belphegor.”

“Well,” Asmodeus chirped, “that’s what you get for assuming.”

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