This short story is my first attempt at the smut genre.
I write on request - just leave a comment.
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Genre: smut, angst, (toxic behavior)
Fandom: Alice in Borderland
Pairing: Chishiya x fem!character
Plot: Chishiya visits his friend after she returns from a game, but she is different from usual.
A few questions quickly put him on the trail - and he is curious to see how far he can take the game.
What he didn't expect, however, is the young woman's change of heart.
As she stared at her reflection, she realized how close she had been to death. One wrong step would have been the end and yet, she was back at the Beach, bruised but alive.
The water in the sink turned red when she washed the once white washcloth, but the red didn’t belong to her. It was the blood of those whose life she had taken that very night, without hesitating and without remorse. She couldn’t remember when the last time was where she felt guilty, maybe even terrified when she thought about killing another fellow human being. But now, she didn’t even blink when she drove a spear into the head of others, she didn’t hear the horrendous screams anymore that was let out by the frightened people.
She just wanted to survive. She wanted to live even if this world didn’t give her any hope of ever returning.
“You look terrible.”
She didn’t even bother to look around as she heard the male voice behind her, one look at the mirror sufficed to know who had snuck into her room that late at night. He grinned as their eyes met in the reflection, but she didn’t bother getting angry at his smugness as usual, she was too tired to care.
"Have you become bored of teasing Kuina?", she asked as she rinsed the washcloth under the faint waterjet which felt cold on her skin, "Or why are you here now?"
"Can I not simply come to check on you?", he asked and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He leaned against the doorframe, clearly taking in her messy appearance.
"You could but it doesn't fit your character", she answered calmly as she began cleaning her blood-covered arms, "You never care about anyone but yourself. Normally, you only come to me when you have something you need me to do." He chuckled amused at her words, but she didn’t bother to look at him again. She already knew that his eyes wandered from her face to her body whenever she was distracted.
"If I really didn't care, then I wouldn’t even bother coming and checking to see that you're still in one piece”, he replied, “Although you’re not that wrong, of course you’re still needed so I couldn’t risk losing you yet.” She looked up and eyed him through the mirror, their eyes meeting in the reflection.
His words no longer had any effect, because she knew how valuable her life was to him - after all, he had made that clear to her from the very beginning. So, she didn't try to change his mind, because she was secretly happy about the alliance he was offering her in this hell of a utopia. She had something to do that distracted her from the lurking dangers - but at what cost? She didn't want to think about that yet - maybe someday, but not yet.
Today, her mind was clouded with other questions.
He tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a smug grin as his eyes wandered over her body once again, taking in every detail and yet she just stared back at him. Normally she would already start to complain about his bold behavior, yet this time, she didn’t care. Of course, he had noticed that the young woman in front of the washbasin was different than usual today. Her gaze looked as if she had lost herself in the distance, while her body was tense, as if she had frozen into ice. And the fact that she didn't react to his teasing made his suspicions even stronger. His curiosity was piqued.
He pushed himself off the doorframe and walked up to her, his eyes still glued to her form. He was standing right behind her now, almost glued to her back, his arms resting on the edge of the sink on either side of her, caging her body with his own. "You're awfully quiet tonight", he smirked as he leaned down, his breath grazing her ear, an action she had despised before but now she didn’t even blink. Instead, her gaze was still lost in her reflection, her eyes never leaving the mirror even with his efforts.
He leaned even more forward, his chest pressed against her back and his chin resting on her shoulder now - a gesture he had never dared to make to her before. But this time he wanted to know how far he could go, because his curiosity knew no bounds. "Cat got your tongue?", he teased as he kept staring at her through the mirror.
"Tell me, am I still human?"
The question made a deep cut in the silence. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, their eyes met again through the reflection in the mirror, while the young man scrutinized her attentively.
He raised a brow at her question but didn’t back off, his arms wrapping around her figure now, “And why wouldn’t you be?”
"I can't feel anything anymore. No regret, no sadness, no guilt", she lowered her gaze to the washcloth in her hands, "Sometimes I feel like an empty shell, like a void with no emotions whatsoever." It was the first time that she had given him an insight into her emotional world; before, she had kept it from him as best she could. She had always kept him at a distance, but now they were standing here together in her small bathroom, embraced and almost unbearably close. To his surprise, she hadn't complained once so far, despite his attempts to get closer to her - he had expected a rebuff by now at the latest, but it never came.
He wanted to know how far he could go now.
He hummed in response, silently taking in her words for a moment as his eyes roamed around the skin that wasn’t covered by the swimwear but then he pulled her closer against his body once again, “Do you want to feel something?”
"Sometimes I wish I could", she answered quietly after a second of silence, "Just to show myself I'm alive after all. That I am still the human I was before." It was a strange answer on her part, one he had not expected. For the first time since his arrival in Borderland, the young man doubted whether he had understood the young woman correctly - whether he had heard the hidden message in her words the way she had meant them.
He slowly turned her around, keeping his arms wrapped around her frame, almost as if he was trying to prevent her from running off. He eyed her for a moment, his gaze roaming over her face and body. Her eyes gave away nothing but exhaustion, neither pain nor fear, no sign that she currently saw him as a threat.
His hand raised and his fingers touched her chin gently, forcing her to look up at him with that simple gesture. "Say", he began as a smirk slowly crept onto his lips, "How about I give you something to feel then?" He had thought about whether he should really ask this question - and he had concluded that he didn't despise the thrill one bit. It was worth exploring the boundaries.
Her body tensed reflexively under his touch, but she didn’t push him away or tried to escape his grip like she had done plenty of times before. Her mind had already realized what he was hinting at, the thoughts screaming to break free and yet, she didn’t act on it. A spark lit up deep inside her, fanned by his words. It was a light she had been longing for the last few weeks and she couldn't ignore it.
She couldn't ignore him, even if his name was Chishiya Shuntaro and she had sworn to herself to keep him at a distance so she wouldn't get hurt.
The smirk on his lips widened now, a hint of amusement shining in his eyes as he saw the spark awakening behind those usually dead eyes. He could see her struggling, the tension in her body clearly showing that she was fighting a battle within herself right now.
"Your mind is telling you that you should push me away, isn’t it?", he said in a deep, low voice, his fingers moving along her jaw softly.
“I'm conflicted,” she murmured for the first time after her long silence. He hummed amused by her admittance, his fingers tracing the shape of her face slowly. He took in every little change in her expression, every slightest hint of emotion that he could read on her face as he kept staring at her.
"And how does your body react?", he inquired almost casually even if he already knew the answer.
“My body longs for proof that I'm really alive", she answered, "It wants to prove me that I didn't lose myself in the ruins of this cruel world."
His smirk widened and he chuckled amused, "How poetic."
His body moved forward, pressing her against the sink between the wall and himself, boxing her in. His arms now on either side of her to keep her from breaking free, his face inching closer to hers. His body reacted to what she offered him - an instinct he hadn't experienced for a long time took over.
He could see the flicker of hesitation in her eyes, the internal battle of deciding if she should escape or if she should give in, but he also noticed the spark of excitement that had flared up in the depths of her mind.
"Let your body decide then", he purred as his mouth was hovering closely over her own, his warm breath now ghosting over her lips before he pulled his head back and took the warmth with him again.
She could feel the heat of his body so close to her own, the warmth of his breath as it brushed over her face. Her eyes flickered for a moment, a subtle sign of nervousness, but it quickly vanished again. Her chest rose and fell slowly, a clear hint of anticipation coursing through her veins, yet she couldn’t push away the voice in the back of her mind that told her to stay on her guard, to be cautious of the man in front of her.
He saw the caution and it excited him. One of his hands moved from the sink to her waist, his fingers resting on the bare stretch of skin just above her bikini pants, slowly burning the skin underneath it. The smirk was still present on his lips, never leaving as he saw the conflicting feelings inside her play out so perfectly. He leaned down, bringing his face to her ear and his lips so close to her skin. He could hear her breathing quicken, the change in rhythm so minimal, and yet he could notice it so clearly.
"Stop thinking", he murmured, his voice low and almost raspy. He planted a soft, almost innocent kiss on her earlobe, making her gasp in surprise. "Just let go", his voice was but a whisper, his fingers now tracing the skin at the waistband of her pants.
He wanted her to surrender. He could see that she was so close to giving in, her mind struggling to convince her body to keep its distance while her body was craving his touch. He pressed his body against hers, his chest firmly pinned against her own, no room to escape him this time. He started to plant lazy kisses along her neck, nipping gently at her skin. Even if he tried to deny it, he needed this as much as she did.
And then, her hands began to slowly trail over his back. He could feel her slender fingers moving over his clothed back as he continued to litter her skin with open mouthed kisses. His lips, however, froze on her neck, the surprise over her sudden movement freezing him for a moment. But then he just smirked, realizing that her body had finally won over her mind. He nibbled at her skin, his teeth now gently biting and sucking on it.
"Show me that I am alive, Chishiya. Show me that I am not dead yet", she muttered. Her words had an unusual effect on him. There was something in the tone of her voice and the way she spoke to him that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, something that he had never heard before.
The hand on her waist now traveled up, caressing the skin on her side as he raised his head, and their eyes met again.
"Just say it clearly", he whispered, "Say you want me to touch you."
"I want you", she said, her voice loud and clear, "No, I need you."
Hearing her words now clearly leave her lips and being spoken so confidently made him freeze for a moment, but it was only brief second before he recovered again. His fingers dug deeper into her skin now, almost painfully as he pressed her further against the sink, his leg now moving between hers to keep her even closer against him.
He cupped her face between his palms and crushed his lips against hers hungrily, his tongue demanding entry between her lips without giving her the chance to refuse the bold intrusion.
This game had begun with his curiosity. It had spiraled further than he had thought.
Their lips moved desperately together, driven by lust and hunger. The wet sounds and gasps echoed through the room as he kept her trapped between the counter and his body, not giving her the chance to pull away. He could feel her body heating up slowly under the touch of his hands, her breathing becoming more and more rapid.
After a moment he broke the kiss, his breath heavy as he pushed his face into the crook of her neck, his lips attaching to the skin and his tongue licking along it. He could feel the pounding of her heartbeat against his chest, the rapid rhythm so close to his own that it heightened the need to feel more of her.
He placed his hands on her hips and roughly pulled her against his body, his hardness now rubbing against her abdomen, a fact she clearly felt. He continued to lick and nibble at her skin, his lips leaving a burning trail on her neck as his hips rocked against her, his excitement clearly evident through the cloth of his pants. His lips stopped for a second as he sucked at a spot on her neck, leaving a mark that he knew would be visible for the next days.
She shakily moved her hands to the zipper of his white hoodie. Her movement didn’t go unnoticed. He moved his head to watch her slender fingers move against the zipper and pull it down slowly, inch by inch, revealing his pale skin underneath layer by layer. He watched her eyes closely for a moment before an amused smirk appeared on his lips.
"Impatient, are we?", he murmured teasingly.
"Not less than you", she replied, her voice now stronger and more confident than before. Her words and the new tone of her voice made the corner of his lips twitch slightly, but the smirk on his lips widened to a smug grin at the same time. He knew that it was a good sign to see her regain her old fiery attitude.
"Touché", he acknowledged her words with a deep chuckle, his hands now moving to her bikini top. He grabbed the fabric of the top and slowly pulled it over her head, his eyes never leaving hers. He let the top drop to the floor before his hands returned to her waist, now touching the bare skin of her torso. He took her in for a moment, his eyes roaming over her upper body now as he observed the flawless skin on her chest and stomach. He leaned forward, his lips wandering down her neck and towards her chest, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses behind as his hands moved along with his mouth.
He could still sense the metallic aftertaste that had burned into her skin after today's game. It was everywhere, on her stomach, on her neck and on her soft and tender chest. He could feel her skin shiver underneath his lips as he tasted her. He took his time, not rushing things as he slowly sucked at some spots of her skin, making sure to leave marks again. His tongue moved along her collarbone and to one of her breasts, his hands slowly working lower. He ran one of his hands over her stomach and then down to her thigh, enjoying the feeling of her skin under his fingertips. His hands moved to her hips then, slowly pulling at the fabric of her bikini bottom.
He lowered his head and pressed open mouthed kisses along her stomach, his tongue tracing the curves of her body as he moved down. While one of his hands stayed on her hips, the other continued to pull at the fabric of her bikini bottom, revealing more and more of her skin with every bit he pulled it down. He could feel the heat rising in her body, the change in her breathing so clear to him. He continued to move his mouth lower, his lips now just above the waistband of her bikini bottom, his breathing now also faster than before.
Her fingers moved into his hair as she threw her head back, eyes halfway closed as she leaned onto the counter of the sink for support. He hummed at the new feeling, the sound low as he reached her hips and slowly pulled down the last bit of fabric that was still covering her lower body. He continued to place kisses across her body for a few more seconds, savoring the sweet taste of her skin on his tongue, then he suddenly wrapped one of his arms around her waist and pulled her up.
She squeaked in surprise as he lifted her up and sat her down on the counter of the sink. He now stood between her legs, his body pressed against hers and his hands resting on her thighs to draw teasing circles as he now looked at her a bit amused. He let his eyes wander over her face, noticing the slight blush of her cheeks again and the heavy rise and fall of her chest, a clear indication of her excitement and the anticipation. He leaned his body forward slowly, his mouth now by her ear as he whispered in a deep voice, "No backing out now."
"As if I could", she muttered almost breathless as she nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck to hide her embarrassment because of this now revealing position. He knew that she was struggling to keep her usual tough composure, and he found it adorable. His fingers dug into the skin of her thighs, and he pulled her closer against his hips and the counter. Her bare core clashed against his clothed arousal, and she let out an anticipating breath. He could feel the heat of her core through the fabric, and he pressed his hips against hers, wanting to feel as much of her as he could.
Slowly, his hands wandered from her tights down to her wet core, his fingers slowly playing with the wet folds which immediately earned him a moan of the female before him. She threw her head back once more as her toes curled, a sight which excited the young male even more.
“You’re eager down here”, he teased as he moved his hand in circles, “You’re so wet for me that it’s almost comical - after all, you were still fighting me tooth and nail yesterday.” His finger found her sensitive bundle of nerves which he caressed with just the right pressure, resulting in her jerking back a bit by the almost electrifying pleasure that started to sink in. Deep down in her stomach, she could feel the fluttering starting to get almost overwhelming which made her want to close her legs to relieve the sudden feeling, but he wouldn’t let her. With one brief movement, he pushed her knees apart again and she whined as the feeling became too much.
She had never felt this way before – not even with previous partners.
Chishiya sensed that she was close to her high which made him smirk a bit, enjoying the power he had over her. Without further thinking, he sank one of his fingers into her fluttering core, engulfing the warmth her insides radiated. He could feel her excitement as he moved his finger in and out, earning enough reaction from her to drive him wild himself. It didn’t take him long to add another finger into her hole before he picked up speed.
While he did so, he pulled down his own pants, pumping his own length with the other hand as he engulfed himself at the sight in front of him. She was a whimpering mess as she came undone around his fingers, it didn’t take much for him to make her cum.
It drove him mad. He wanted more.
“Lean back”, he instructed with a low, raspy voice as she pushed her upper body back on the counter while pulling his fingers out of her wet cunt. She whined at the loss of contact but as she felt his tip align with her entrance, she complied without hesitance, partly embarrassed about her own behavior, partly eager.
It took a lot of self-control for him to not just ram himself straight in before bottoming out with one stroke. Instead, he teased her already overstimulated bundle of nerves while slowly pushed his full length inside, leaving her time to adjust while she trembled from pleasure under him.
It was a sight Chishiya never imagined seeing but now that he could, he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
The image of her on his cock burned into his mind, leaving no space for other thoughts. He couldn’t think about anything else but to break her. He wanted her to scream his name, to come for him again while squirming on his length. He could feel her insides twitching, waiting for him to move.
With one brutal movement, he pulled out of her again before slamming right back in. Her moan was a sweet melody in his ears that he didn’t want to end. Again and again, he forced himself out and in, finding a pace that left them both breathless and squirming for pleasure.
She had long forgotten to keep her walls up around him, all she could think about was the sweet burning between her legs and the cry for relief. She wanted him, she needed him. The feeling reminded her of what she had missed the last weeks, it reminded her that she was still alive after all.
Chishiya showed her that she was in fact still a human in this cruel world.
She hadn’t died yet.
He leaned forward and their lips crashed together as his cock reached a spot inside her she didn’t know it existed. Repeatedly, his tip gazed the sensitive flesh inside of her, making her go feral. It took two minutes to make her cum again before he released himself too inside of her.
Left behind were two individuals, tightly embraced while he rode out his own high. Chishiya couldn’t bear the thought of pulling out yet - leaving the warmth he just had learned to enjoy this much.
It was ironic how his curiosity had led to this game neither could stop playing even if they wanted to.
The thought alone made him hard again which earned him a whimper of the young female that still lied on the sink. He could feel that she was eager for another round yet her body language radiated discomfort – probably from the odd position she was in. Without any words, he pulled her up onto his hip which made her sink down his entire length once again when their hips collided.
She let out a shaky moan as Chishiya snickered, he certainly found it amusing how easy it was to tease her with just movements alone. “Enjoying yourself?”, he asked with a cocky smirk as he started walking out of the bathroom, each step sending shivers down her spine while he took his time reaching the bed in her hotel room.
“Don’t tea- “, she breathed out, but her words were swallowed when he bucked his hips up, changing her voice into moans instead. He chuckled as he felt her clench around him once again.
“Alright. I take that as a yes. Prepare yourself for a long night, I show you what it means to be human until you wish you weren’t.”
hi hi! this blog is not being shut down or anything, but i’ve been fairly unactive. if you wanna still chat or wtv, go over to my second account @marlenesluv where i post f1 stuff!! i should’ve posted this earlier lol. i might come back and write here tho, idk.
summary: lando tries (and fails in the sweetest funniest of ways) to make his and y/n’s first night in their new house together a memorable experience
pairing: lando norris x female reader
warnings: sweet and dorky and giggly smut, but still smut
author's note: this is a love letter to all my girlies who are not kinky in the slightest. just because you don't like it too rough, or don't have any interest in anything kinky doesn't mean that you can't have a fulfilling sex life. this ones for you <3
never in her life did y/n y/l/n dream that she would be so lucky.
leaves were falling down outside, orange and yellow and red dotting the interlock driveway and crunching under the wheels of lando's mclaren as he pulled up the front drive. the movers had been there earlier in the day, a few suitcases stowed away in the back of the luxury supercar.
she stepped out of the car, looking up at the house in wonder as she pulled the massive stuffed ikea bear out of the trunk.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
lando grinned, dangling the house keys in front of him. “better believe it, baby! you are out of your moms house and living with the love of your life, aka me.”
y/n giggled, pecking lando on the lips, the stuffed bear wedged between their bodies.
“I still can’t believe that you brought that bear. it gives me nightmares, baby.”
“uh, lan, it’s not a ‘bear’, it’s a djungelskog.” she giggled, shaking the bear in landos face. “come on, I’ve had this thing since I was a baby, I brought him with me to college. sometimes I snuggle him in my sleep while you’re gone.”
“that’s cute, darling, but I’m here now.” lando said gently, taking the djungelskog bear from y/n and darting up the driveway, where he opened the front door and put the bear in the living room before running down the driveway and sweeping y/n into his arms with a smile and a laugh.
"lando norris, put me down!" y/n laughed as lando carried her over the threshold and into the living room, which was empty save for the stacks upon stacks of boxes.
"you think that im not going to carry my girlfriend over the threshold of our new house?"
"well, yeah, but you're also likely to drop me!"
lando laughed before gently setting y/n down on the soles of her tennis shoes, his arms still around her as he pressed his lips to hers. "we did it, love. this place is ours now."
lando wouldn't say it out loud, but the cozy bunglow ranch house was where he could see the rest of his life unfolding: carrying y/n through the doorway in her voluminous white wedding dress, the smell of fresh bread as she baked in the kitchen, the smell travelling down the hall to his simulator room. two little kids running around the halls, one boy and one girl, a mini carbon copy of both of them. maybe a dog or two? or a cat? teaching his kids how to use the mclaren simulator, their little hands overtop of his as he helped them reach the steering wheel. birthday parties with helium balloons and confetti, little carboard party hats on everybody's heads.
from the first real estate showing, lando norris had seen the rest of his life unfold in that house.
"come on, let me show you the master bedroom."
"lando, i saw the pictures, remember?"
because of their complicated schedules, and the demand for that particular home, lando had been the only one able to go with the estate agent on the one day that was available, so y/n hadn't seen the interior in person yet.
"yes, but it's even better in person!"
giggling at lando's excitement, y/n took his hand and followed him down the long hallway to the master bedroom. the couple were so caught up in the moment that they hadn't even taken off their shoes, tracking dirt throughout the length of the hallway.
"lando, this is incredible! our bed isn't even going to take up half of this place!"
the mclaren driver shrugged, kicking the mattress towards the middle of the cavernous, sunny room. "then we just get a bigger one? it's not that big a deal, love."
"it is when i still have student loans to pay off. i feel bad, i didn't help you pay for any of this." y/n insisted.
"let me spoil you." lando countered, walking over to the cardboard box that held y/n's treasured vitrola record player, plugging it into the wall before he started looking for the records. "hey, do you know where the box with the vinyl is?"
"how should i know, lando? the movers did it all, didn't they?" y/n shook her head with a small grin as she went over to a tupperware container marked 'linens'. "we may not have a bedframe or a soundtrack, but at least now we have sheets and a duvet because god, i'm way too tired today to even think about putting the ikea furniture together."
with the new house had come a complete overhaul of the furniture lando owned. well, everything that max fewtrell was letting him take. being a university student and still living with her mother, y/n didn't have a lot, but she did bring a few other important things, like hand knitted blankets from her grandmother and numerous corningware dishes and china plates from her mother's collection.
"found them!" lando cried in achievement, throwing on an old elvis record that he bought last time he was in austin for a grand prix simply because he wanted the experience of dancing to the vinyl recording of can't help falling in love with you with y/n in the middle of the living room in his apartment at one in the morning because he thought it would be romantic.
"so, i take it you're not helping me?" y/ raised an eybrow as she started putting pillows in cases. "last i checked, this was a two person job, and if you want to get laid tonight, you'd better help, because i refuse to fuck you on the floor."
lando's head shot up, and he lunged for the corner of the flannel sheets.
"oh, so that gets you on your feet?" y/n giggled as the couple put the fitted sheet on the full sized mattress.
as soon as y/n deemed lando's work acceptable by lying in the middle of the bed, lando crawled on top of her, caging her body against the mattress and kissing her deeply, smiles on both of their faces.
"i know i complained a lot, but i'm really glad that you talked me into moving in with you." y/n said through a smile, running her fingers through lando's hair.
"i'm glad that max isn't going to be a cockblock any more." lando laughed out, causing y/n to giggle underneath him.
"or my mom."
"jesus christ, anything but that. your mom still glares at me any time we go up to your room, you know that?"
"she means well, lando." y/n giggles, kissing him again. "she doesn't want grandkids yet. not because she thinks we're too young, but mostly because she thinks she's not old enough to be called grandma."
"your mother is evil." lando chuckled before he kisses her again, his soft lips cushioning her bottom lip as the kiss deepens, her body getting pushed further into the mattress, chilled hands sliding up her sweater.
"god, lando!" she hisses from the impact, trying to push his hands away. "you're freezing!"
the brit shrugged "to be quite fair, it is only like, fifteen degrees outside. is now a good time for me to figure out how the fireplace works? it could be romantic." he wiggled his eyebrows at the end, eliciting raucous laughter from his lover, who was still underneath him.
"go on then, let me move the mattress closer so we can actually feel the heat."
lando messed around with the ornate stone fireplace, turning dials and dropping firewood before realizing that he didn't have a lighter anywhere, and therefore would struggle with actually igniting the kindling.
the fireplace had been one of the factors that drove y/n's final decision on the ranch house, the grey stone creating a cottage-like feel, giving a cozy atmosphere and tying the whole room together. she was not a fan of the cinnamon-colored paint on the wall, but lando promised that the would get the twitch quartet to help him repaint it in whatever color she wanted.
y/n laughed to herself as she brought the mattress closer, dropping down two pillows, a knit blanket and the duvet.
"do you need some help, lando?"
lando shook his head, looking through a shoebox of things that were emptied out of his kitchen drawer. "just get comfortable. i need to open a box and find some newspaper to light on fire."
"that is the worst idea i think i've ever heard you speak out loud."
"it's kindling!"
"it's a safety hazard."
shaking her head, y/ slipped out of her woolen sweater, adidas and jeans before she slipped under the covers, sliding off her white lace bra and throwing it in lando's direction to try and get his attention.
she missed, the bra sliding harmlessly across the floor as lando ignited the fireplace, the cozy scent of burning firewood filling the air. but the driver kept messing with the fire, using the cast iron poker to push around the logs, hoping that the fire would grow
rolling her eyes impatiently, y/n slipped off her lacy panties underneath the covers before balling them into her hand and throwing them.
this time, she hit the mark, the balled-up sunflower-colored fabric hitting lando in the back of the head. he finally turned around, picking up the undergarment in his hands and staring in confusion before turning to look at the mattress.
"oh, love. you'll be the death of me at this rate."
y/n had a big smile on her face as she propped herself up on an elbow, holding the duvet cover over her cleavage as she teasingly smiled at lando.
with a beaming grin, lando pulled his sweater over his head and kicked off his running shoes, making his way over to the bed.
"babe, look out-"
she had barely finished issuing the warning before lando tripping over y/n's tennis shoes and trying to grab onto one of the stacked boxes to try and regain his balance, a massive cardboard box containing all of lando's mclaren gear falling over and spilling papaya colored shirts and baseball caps onto the hardwood floor.
"lan, sweetie, are you okay?" y/n said through laughter
"i'm fine." lando choked out, still giggling himself as he slipped out of his jeans and joined y/n under the covers next to the fire.
the fire warmed their exposed skin as lando and y/n embraced, his hungry lips quickly taking control, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip as he grinded into her aching core, swallowing her sweet, soft moan in his fiery kiss.
the driver continued to trail soothing, gentle kisses across y/n's jaw, his fingers moving to lace with hers as he held her hand next to her head, nipping at the sweet spot on her neck as she bucked her hips into his.
"patience, pretty girl." lando hummed, moving his feather light kisses down her neck before gently taking one of y/n's hard nipples into his mouth.
y/n dropped his hand, burying her finger's in lando's curls as she urged him forward, begging the brit to give her more as gentle whines spilled from her lips.
he trailed his kisses further and further down her body, each kiss punctuated by a different declaration of love: "i love you", "you're the most beautiful girl i've ever met", "i cant imagine another day without you by my side."
little praises that brought a content smile to her face as lando began to kiss and caress her inner thighs, inching closer and clsoer to where she needed him the most.
y/n wasn’t a kinky person by any means. she’d much rather be made love to by candlelight than fucked from behind and spanked. but the one thing lando knew got her off more than anything was being on the receiving end of body worship. after spending so many years insecure and worried that nobody would ever find her pretty or sexy or attractive, listening to lando tell her how stunning she was in such a genuine tone, or showing her how gorgeous she was with his mouth and his hands was the perfect way to get her closer to an orgasm.
her biggest concern in the beginning was that lando would tire of vanilla sex and break up with her to go find somebody new, somebody more willing to take risks in the bedroom. someone who liked it a little rougher.
acutely aware of this fact, lando went out of his way to find ways to spice it up without getting kinky. truth be told, he had never read more cosmopolitan articles in his life, but he was thankful to the ever growing wisdom of the sex life magazine for being the brains behind some of his favourite sexual memories with y/n. the time they played strip monopoly (lando lost, but he wasn't complaining) was his favourite, but he would deny the game even existed if one of his buddies asked him about it. no, that was a memory for him an y/n only.
together they'd experimented with different music to set the mood, different lingerie and lingerie fabrics to find out which ones felt the best, different massage oils (no need to elaborate here), the one time that he wore his race suit and fireproofs (and my god, did they both think that was an incredible night).
"oh my god, lando, stop being such a tease." y/n breathed. "i need you so badly right now."
"tell me what you want, my gorgeous gorgeous girl." lando hummed, breathing on her most sensitive area
y/n's breath hitched, one hand still on the back of lando's head, the other clutching the sheets that were wrapped around her upper body. "i want your tongue. i want you to eat me out."
lando wasted no time, slipping his tongue in between her sopping wet folds, swirling and licking in the way that only he knew how. y/n clenched her thighs together, squeezing around lando's head, but cautious of the pressure she was putting on the driver.
"wrap those gorgeous thighs around me, love. if i die, i die and i get an awesome story to tell in heaven."
y/n laughed, a beautiful and delicate sound that sent even more blood rushing to lando's cock, if that was even possible.
sex with lando never failed to make y/n giggle. not because it was humorous or laughable, but because lando made her feel so comfortable in her own skin, made her feel like she could laugh at any given moment because he knew just the right thing to do. lando knew that sex and laughter were not mutually exclusive and made it his mission to make her laugh at least once every time they fucked.
with each movement of his tongue, y/n clenched her thighs tighter around lando's head, moans getting louder as she began to rut her hips up and into his face.
"oh lando, i-i think i'm gonna...oh god."
she almost whimpered as lando pulled away, still covered completely by the duvet. she found herself giggling at the young man as he floundered underneath the blankets to try and get back out again, his hair ruffled and messy.
still laughing, she pulled him close, pressing her lips to his, sliding her free hand down the front of his boxers to rub his erection.
"see what you do to me, love?" lando whispered quietly, moaning breathily down her ear as she slides her hand up and down his cock.
"take me, lando." she practically moans, kissing and nibbling up the driver's neck and pressing herself closer, desperate for more skin-on-skin contact. "please." her voice took on more of a whine this time, and lando couldn't resist.
he gently pushed her back against the mattress, awkwardly shuffling out of his underwear before ensuring that they were both wrapped up in the sheets and duvet, still feeling the warmth from the fireplace before he gently and smoothly pushed into her, lacing his fingers with hers on both hands, pinning them above her head before he began to thrust in and out. he kept the pace even, somewhere between slow and quick, y/n's head tilted back in pleasure.
"oh, lando...fuck, you feel incredible inside me."
"i love making love to you, darling." lando breathed before kissing her, letting go of one of y/n's hands to grip her waist as he started thrusting quicker. "i love hearing you moan my name, feeling your skin against mine."
she used her free hand to grip lando's hair, holding his head close as the driver started kissing the breast that he hadn't paid attention earlier.
that was another incredible thing about lando norris: there wasn't a single part of her body that he left unloved when they had sex.
"did i mention how much i adore your boobs?" he said moments later, a certain giddiness in his tone and a grin on his face that y/n found it impossible not to match, even while lando was almost balls-deep inside of her, breaking out in a grin right before a particularly deep thrust had her letting out a moan that made her entire body shake.
"once or twice." she said dreamily, pulling lando back in for a kiss, hiking her leg further up to give lando better access to a deeper angle.
"oh, just like that, love." lando moaned, quickening his pace once again. "oh, i doubt that i'm going to last much longer."
“I don’t think I will either.” she remarked casually, feeling the familiar knot in her stomach as she kissed lando hungrily, a kiss that was all tongue and teeth.
landos breath hitched as he felt y/ns walls begun to close around him, his thrusts faltering as his eyes rolled back in his head.
“come for me darling.” he encouraged, nipping at her neck. “I’ve got you, love. let go for me.”
she reached for landos hand, squeezing down hard as her entire body shook from her orgasm, face buried in landos neck to muffle her cries of pleasure. Lando reached his own peak shortly after, the couple lying skin-to-skin underneath the covers, her head on his chest.
“I love you, you big dork.” y/n said with a smile, placing a gentle kiss on landos jaw.
“I love you too, sweetheart.” the driver grinned, shifting his position on the bed. “are you warm enough, love?” he worried, pulling the duvet cover up and over her shoulders.
“I’m fine, baby.” she chuckled, tracing shapes on his skin. “the house is beautiful.”
“isn’t it? if we put down a rug and a few chairs, maybe a coffee table in front of the fire, it makes the perfect place to play another round of strip monopoly.”
y/n laughed. “again? are you sure your ego could handle losing again?”
“love, trust me. it was not ‘losing’ when the night ended with me inside of you anyways.”
“I can’t wait to start making memories in this house with you.” she smiled, shifting her position so that she was looking down at lando. “just you and me, maybe a tabby cat.” she paused. “a baby…one day?”
lando smiled, kissing her softly. “one day, my love. one day. I’d love to start a family with you. once the time is right.”
summary: you’ve started comparing yourself to the other wags, and now you’re starting to wonder, does daniel deserve someone better than you?
authors note: i am obsessed with this song. it’s not okay. this is also kinda short, sorry😭
enjoy!
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You collapsed onto your bed after an enjoyable but exhausting day. You had spent your day accompanying Daniel in the paddock on the last race of the season.
Because you were still mainly located in yours and Daniel’s home town, you didn’t often get the opportunity to travel so far to go and see him race, but you were glad you could.
You threw your outfit on the bench, putting on your comfy pajamas before making a call for room service and scrolling through your phone.
You opened up Instagram and saw that Carmen, George’s partner, had posted a picture of you, Lily, Isa and Charlotte.
You liked it, reposting it to your story, before checking the comment to see what people were saying.
That was your big mistake.
You opened a comment section to people slagging you off, for every reason they could.
“Y/N looks like she pulled that outfit out of her cousin’s closest”
“Jesus she could try and make some effort with her hair and makeup.”
“What?” You said to yourself. It hadn’t come to your attention before that people online didn’t really like you.
“She’s such a slag, sucking off Daniel for his money”
-> “Pity she wouldn’t use Daniel’s money to dress herself up a bit.”
“Daniel deserves way better than her.”
That last comment stuck with you. Your friends had always told you not to believe what the comments said. But surely if they’re all saying the same thing, they must be right?
You scrolled through the other photos the paparazzi had captured of all the other wags. Looking through them, you came to understand how you believed you were a lower standard compared to them.
They had the newest handbags, shoes, clothes, makeup. They had people dressing them up for this and every event they attended. They didn’t even had to think twice before flashing their card in a designer shop.
You, on the other hand, had to go to a thrift shop to buy the dress you wore so you could still afford your rent and bills at the end of the month. You used the drugstore makeup you had been using for years, as getting it done by somebody would cost too much, and you’d have to cut back on buying groceries.
How could you ever expect yourself to compare to these angels who had everything they could ever want? Of course, if you had asked Daniel, he would have bought you a brand new Louis Vuitton dress with a Gucci clutch bag just for today, but you prided yourself on not having to rely on your boyfriend for money. Maybe you prided yourself a little too much.
Tears started to fall from your eyes and down your cheeks. You couldn’t help but think you were and embarrassment to Daniel. That he only kept with you because he felt bad for you and your sad little life.
You headed to the bathroom to take off your makeup, so you could cry without looking like a panda. You stared in the mirror for a little too long, starting to point out imperfections that nobody else saw but you.
You started to cry again.
You crawled into the hotel bed, pulling the covers up over your head, and wept. You wept and wept until you felt empty. And then you came to a realization.
You had to break up with Daniel. You had to let him find someone better than you. Someone prettier, someone richer, someone who wouldn’t put shame on his name.
You were too busy crying to hear the sound of your hotel room door opening and closing. The second Daniel saw you upset, he rushed to your side.
“My love. What’s wrong?”
He pulled the covers down from your face gently, revealing your reddened cheeks and puffy eyes. A look of worry washed over his face.
“What’s happened?” He asked, softly.
You wiped your eyes in your hoodie sleeves and started at the ceiling, not even having it in you to look at his big, brown, beautiful eyes right now.
“We- we need to break up.” You croaked out.
Daniel’s face dropped. “What? Y/N, what the hell are you talking about.”
You brought your hands up to your eyes and started to cry tears you thought you didn’t have left. Daniel softly stroked your cheek in an attempt to calm you down.
“There’s- there’s just comments I saw online and they say how bad I look compared to the other girls.” You rambled out, still not able to look at him.
“Oh, doll.” He whispered.
“And one comment said that you deserve someone way better than me, which you do. I’m too ugly and poor to be with someone as good as you.”
Your breathing started to increase a little as you started to panic. Daniel pulled you into his arms, cradling you, as he rubbed soft circles on your back.
“Oh Y/N. You can’t listen to those silly little comments. I’m the one that’s lucky to have you.” He said, into your ear.
“But-” You went to argue but Daniel cut you off.
“No, listen. Y/N, I’m the luckiest person in the world to have somebody like you. Somebody so kind, so pretty, so smart, so sweet, so dedicated. You’re the prettiest girl in the whole entire world. Nobody compared to you, my love.”
He softly took ahold of your hands, removing them from your face.
“Let me see my beautiful lady.”
You smiled up at him. You were so lucky to have somebody like him. He really was one of a kind.
“Y/N, I love you.” He said.
Your face lit up, he said them. He really said those three beautiful words for the first time. Just when you thought you couldn’t love him more, he proved you wrong.
“I love you too, Daniel.”
He pulled you into a proper hugs and you stayed there for what felt like forever. You didn’t care, as long as you had Daniel, you could stay with him forever.
۵pairing: fem!albon sibling!ballerina x platonic f1 grid. (might make this lead into a second part with lando norris as the love interest)
۵type: social media au
۵authors note: i have been loving social media posts, so i decided to try to make my own. enjoy!
۵warnings: none
۵summary: the beloved albon sibling has done ballet since she was 4, and now she shares her experiences with her large social media platform, some help from her brother being in f1.
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y/n.albon: swan lake auditions this week :)
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user6: we are all rooting for you!!
alex_albon: so proud of how far you’ve come 😊
↳ y/n.albon: don’t go all soft on me now alex
↳ alex_albon: i’m not :’)
*liked by y/n.albon*
user3: how is your life so pretty 🫠
user8: i’m also a ballet dancer! its so hard fr, i’m drained just thinking about practice tomorrow
user1: i wanna do ballet just because y/n does it, but i’m too sensitive, i cry a lot
↳ user4: literally same😭 like i wanna do ballet, but i hate being criticized
danielricciardo: i’m assuming you will be saving us tickets?
↳ y/n.albon: just text me who wants them and i’ll get some!
user2: “us” if she brings the whole formula 1 grid to watch her perform, i need pictures for proof and a pillow to sob into because that’s so cute 🥲
user7: who takes these pictures??
↳ user5: y/n has said in the past that it’s mainly her but sometimes her ballet partner, ben!
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text messages with alex:
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yourinstagram story at 7:30pm:
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user3: this is exactly the post i needed today🥹 i love them
user8: hope you enjoyed your dinner y/n! we are all so proud of you 😊
maxverstappen1: had so much fun tonight! cant wait to hangout with everyone again
↳ charles_leclerc: wow, you’re showing positive emotions right now
↳ maxverstappen1: shut up
↳ y/n.albon: i cant wait either :))
user6: this. is. so. iconic.
landonorris: that food was so good, i need more
↳ y/n.albon: we can get more soon🙏
user4: anyone else kinda freak out that lando picked her up??
↳ user2: no LMAO. its not a big deal…..
↳ user9: i think her and carlos would be so cute tho..
↳ user7: i think people can j be friends guys, lmao
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okay, so i have to make a part 2 lol. the max amount of pictures is 10 for mobile, and i still have more pictures to include. so right as i post this, i’m working on a part 2, which will include more lando hehe.
also, to any ballerinas out there, i hope you’re doing well <3 being in ballet seems genuinely so difficult, and the sport is beautiful.
konig would totally try and discreetly hump your thigh while you sleep next to him. he’s barely aware he does it. whenever he gets morning wood he’s too needy to wake you up, so he just settles for moving your soft thigh between his large, muscly ones and grinding on it until he’s finished.
he’s careful not to accidentally move and wake you up, but it’s hard for a man of his size. the bed creaks slightly, but his hips don’t falter. his precum is getting his boxers all messy, and he’s fighting the urge to just pull his cock out and cum on your face. his cock twitches and he’s groans.
he goes slightly faster once he starts getting close. he’s about to burst when he feels you stir, and he freezes. he’s scared for a second, but you don’t seem to be awake, and he waits a minute or two to be sure you’re asleep before continuing his movements. he doesn’t last much longer, the feeling of your thigh rubbing against him pushing him over the edge. his eyes glue shut and he grits his teeth to keep from moaning. quickly, he pulls the tip of his cock out, all his cum landing on your thigh.
he grabs a wet towel and cleans it up fast, not wanting you to wake up and get angry at him for leaving a mess all over your thigh. still shaky, konig returns to your side and tries to fall back asleep.
summary: You had just joined TF141, the youngest member at 21 years old. Right off the bat, Ghost didn’t like you and made it clear. When you had orders and were sent off to follow, he followed to “make sure you did it right”. This pissed you off enough to share your frustration at him for how he treats you.. He shut you up real quick, though. ;)
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“Go check our ammunition supply for our M4s” Price says to you, without looking up from his clipboard.
Today was just one of those supply days. Shit time, but has to be done.
“Yes, Captain” you reply. You turn on your heel and begin to leave, when you hear the deep, British voice behind you say
“I’ll make sure she doesn’t mess it up”.
“Fine with me, be back for more orders once you’re done” Price responds, flipping through the rest of the pages on the clipboard he holds.
You bite your teeth and grip your hand into a fist. You walk out the door and hear his shockingly silent footsteps follow behind. Not a word is said between the two of you, and you quickly make your way into the ammunition room.
The man leans against the door frame and watches you count the ammunition. You grab a notebook on the table and pen from your breast pocket, you write down the type and amount.
You feel his gaze on your body.. you turn to see him staring, silently.
“What?” you finally speak.
He sighs, straightening his posture off the door frame. He makes his way over to you, towering over you. He puts his hand out.
You hand him the notebook and pen.
He looks at it, “Just like I fucking thought. You can do shit right” he speaks to you like a dog, not even making eye contact with you.
You begin to open your mouth to speak, but get distracted to him shoving your shoulder with his to get to a desk and erase your work.
“What did I do?” you ask. Not just asking in the moment, but an overall ‘what the fuck did I do?’.
He breathes heavily out of his nose, not answering your question.
“You always fuck everything up. The only reason you're in TF141 is because you sucked every man’s cock you could to get here” he turns to say this to your face.
“EXCUSE ME?” you shout. You move closer to him, “I worked my ASS off to get here. You don’t know my story, so don’t act like you do” you scream at him.
He scoffs.
“Right, you’re 21 and already in Special Forces, nonetheless TASK FORCE ONE FOUR ONE!” he screams back in a deep, menacing voice.
It’s true that anyone would have the right to be suspicious, but if they heard your story, they’d know. You worked hard for any internship at 16. You graduated HS a year early, and joined the military at 17 - then worked everyday to make your way through the military ranks. You took every opportunity you could to prove yourself as consistent and reliable. You landed an interview with Captain John Price, showed off your skills and experience, and managed to get a position in his task force.
“Fuck you” you spoke in a deep voice, yet slightly crackly at the end of your speech.
“On your fucking knees” he turns to tower above you, staring at you through the mask.
‘What?’ Is all you could think before you were shoved down onto your knees by force.
You now sat with your knees touching the disgusting ground of dirt and dust. Your ass is touching the ground as well, and feet are bent behind you.
You hear clinking of something, not before realizing it’s Ghost’s belt buckle.
“I’ve wanted to shut you up with this for awhile now”, he speaks in a low, gravely tone.
Before you know it, you feel his hand on your jaw, “Open”, he commands. You open your mouth, but he still pushes it further, shoving his fingers into your jaw, later leaving bruises.
With his other hand, he finishes pulling off his belt, throwing it to the ground. Your eyes don’t leave his, and he lets his pants fall to the ground. He’s now in just boxers, and you finally break eye contact to see his clothed erection.
It’s big.
He finally takes off his boxers, revealing his length. It springs and hits his t-shirt.
You feel your mouth water at the sight.
"Fucking pathetic whore. Already drooling over it?" he says your name and scoffs.
You don't reply, you physically can't. His grip on your jaw loosens as he moves to your chin. He lifts his mask with one hand, and pushes your chin up, spitting on your face. It drips between your eyes, down to your nose, and some ends in your mouth.
You see his length twitch at this sight, and he begins to leak precum. He takes his free hand and strokes his member before slapping the tip against your tongue.
"Good girl" he speaks.
He shoves his erection into your mouth, full force. You gag at the size, and he pulls back - only to shove it further down. He places both of his hands on your head, one on the top, the other gripping onto your hair.
He begins face fucking you.
His groans are so loud, you're surprised no one has come to check up on the noise. The mixture of his groans, your gags, the sound of saliva dribbling from your mouth onto the floor, all of it makes you both even hornier.
You slide a hand onto Simon's bare thigh, and scratch at it. Your fingers twitch from the lack of oxygen to your brain.
You're being fucked dumb.
While holding teary-eyed eye contact with your Lieutenant, you slip a hand into your military-camo pants. You slide your panties to the side and begin touching your sensitive bundle of nerves.
You moan around Simon's cock.
"Fuck..such a good girl. Maybe you're actually useful for something."
Simon pulls out from your mouth with a pop.
"Where do you want my cum, huh? You want it all over your face, slut?" he asks, clearly grinning under his mask.
He jerks himself off, before slapping against your cheek.
"M-my face.. please" you beg, still chasing your orgasmic high. He looks down at you, still stroking his cock.
"Fuck..cum with me" he moans out your name. You feel your orgasm building to the edge.
You both cum together, you feel your slick covering your fingers as you rub your nerves through your orgasm. He cums all over your face, mixing with his spit and dribbling into your mouth.
You sit there for 20 seconds in silence other than you catching your breath, before Ghost dresses himself back together, clinking his belt back on.
He pats your head, grabs the notepad and begins to leave.
He turns, "You did it right, by the way. Just wanted a reason to play with you". You see him smile under his mask, before walking off. Leaving you on the floor, face-fucked dumb.
AUTHORS NOTE:
There WILL be a chapter 2 to this! I plan on continuing this and will add it here when it is done:
thinking about cuddling with price. you’re wearing one of his tee shirts that smells so much like him, it’s intoxicating. and his arm is wrapped around your waist as he traces lazy shapes into your tummy. occasionally, he’ll give you a kiss on your temple or hair, leaving you absolutely melted
Price offers Ghost some guidance when it comes to you.
John Price x f!reader x Ghost. 2.5k words
Yall im so sorry for this i dont know what it is please dont hate me after this one lol this isnt me., i would never write anything this OOC you know me..i must be posessed, also english is my third language so if i made a mistake no i didnt. anyways nsfw under cut
The sweet winter air that nips against your naked body feels warm in comparison to the smooth leather gloves currently tracing each and every inch of your skin. Ghosts touches are calculated but gentle across your bare body, and hold such purposeful caution that you can’t help but feel the frustrated arousal pressing against your thigh, covered only by his uniform pants. You lay under him, exposed and vulnerable, on your back as he burns you with each touch from his gloved fingertips. He looks at you through his mask, like a cat surveying mouse; ready to dig his teeth into your soft skin.
You want nothing more than to reach up and pull his mask off; unravelling whatever expression he’s got hidden under the fabric. Your body yearns for it, eyes ache to trace his face (scars and all) and put a face to the man who’s got you half-melted into the mattress. But, you’re under strict order to keep your hands to yourself as Ghost continues his mapping of your skin. When his fingers pinch your nipple, you let out a short gasp that makes his chest vibrate in what you believe is a pleased sound, before he moves on to trace over the curve of your hip, the length of one arm, then the other. His touch is so careful that, if not for the way his lust intoxicates you even through the barrier of his uniform, you could believe he truly wants to be gentle with you. But you feel it in the air, his hunger, satiated only by the watchful gaze of your Captain, who breaks the rooms silence with a low command.
“Kiss her.” His order is clear, and impatient in tone. Captain John Price sits on a nearby chair, arms crossed over his chest and fingers drumming over his biceps. His expression is unreadable, and his voice betrays nothing. You meet his eyes for only a moment, but the dark gaze sends you a very clear message: keep your eyes on Ghost. You meet the eyes of the man on top of you once more: hes gazing down at you, bordering the line of complying and misbehaving. Price speaks again. “Now.”
And Ghost listens, lifting his balaclava just above his nose, and barely giving you a second to admire his lips before hes got your face in his hands and he’s pressing his lips to yours in an open-mouthed kiss that has you seeing stars. His tongue runs over your bottom lip, spilling a honeyed poison into your mouth that’s just as addictive as the weight of him on top of you. Your hand comes up to rest behind his neck, fingers digging into his exposed skin as you kiss back. However, Ghost pulls away with a sharp hiss and you feel your wrist pinned down to the bed next to your head.
Price stands over you, eyes boring into you as he holds your wrist against the mattress. “I thought I said no touching?” His words are quiet, controlled, but the look he gives you is anything but sweet.
You break eye contact. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
Price hums a halfhearted reply and lets go of your wrist. You don’t dare move as his fingers push your hair out of your face. Ghost, whos still hovering over you and looking as if he wants to devour you whole, starts running his palm along your thigh. He’s taken his gloves off in your distracted moment with Price, and his touch is light enough that your body shivers involuntarily at the contact. It takes all of your willpower not to grab Ghosts clothed shoulders and pull him back down to you; his mask still pulled up to expose his taste for you.
Price presses a soft kiss to the corner of your lips, pulling you from your temptations and stalks back to where he had been sitting beforehand. When he sits down again, it’s with a heavy sigh. He puts his feet up on the table in front of him, crossing them at the ankles while staring hard at the pair of you.
“Ghost,” Price begins. “Work your way down her body- nice and slow. Let her feel every kiss, yeah?”
You glance up at Ghost to find his gaze stuck on you. A smile curves at his ips, the first you've ever seen- predatory and hungry. Though, your view of him is once again cut short when he buries his face into your neck and starts leaving meaningful kisses down your throat.
Once he gets to your collarbone, he slides his right hand down to rest on your thigh, spreading your legs apart and stroking his thumb closer and closer to where you ache for him most. In an attempt to hold on to your sanity, you try and focus on Price rather than Ghost's ministrations; but fall at a loss when your captain simply shakes his head, silently willing you to keep your attention on Ghost and the evil slowness of his actions.
When his mouth latches on to your nipple, Price laughs at the way you gasp. Ghost’s fingers finally circle over your clit, sending waves of euphoric bliss over your entire body. You can’t help your noises as you buck up against his hand. You slip deeper and deeper into sensitivity with each circle over your clit and kiss from his lips. Soon enough, you begin to fall apart under his touch.
And then he stops. You’re left panting with aching heart and a set desperation leaking from you. Your eyes flicker from Ghosts to Prices, hurt, and you watch your captain desperately for his verdict on Ghosts cruelty. The look on his face is unreadable as always, though something just under your skin knows he approves.
“Good. That was good, Ghost. Keep going.”
“Yes, Sir,” Ghost replies, though his gaze never leaves you. He slips two fingers into your aching pussy, alleviating you of your emptiness for only a moment before pulling out and bringing them to his mouth. Ghost licks yourself clean off his finger, and the sight alone is nearly enough to ruin you.
As if he’s now hooked on your taste, like an addict relapsing, he dips his head down entirely. His mouth presses firmly against your pussy, licking and sucking and teasing your clit with an insatiable need. You have to fight against yourself to not lose control completely- as much as you ache to buck your hips into Ghosts mouth, you know better than that. Even though the idea alone almost sends you spiralling, you know Price would never stand for such outright disobedience.
So, with great reluctance, you hold yourself in check. You stay perfectly in line, like the soldier you are, even when Ghost pushes his fingers into you once more. When his fingers start moving in tandem with his mouth, you can't help but think you might break completely.
You’re far enough gone to hear Price chuckle lowly in the background, but you dont pay attention to his amusement until Ghost takes the hint and increases his pace. At first, you think that his movement is the sole cause of your breath hitching and vision blurring; but as you come closer and closer to sweet release, you realise half of your pleasure is cemented in the man watching you with the authority to allow you said release. When you manage to tilt your head far enough to meet Prices stare, you nearly tip over the edge: you ask desperately with your eyes for permission to come undone. And almost as if the world is pitted against you, the second you feel the familiar ease of an orgasm wash over you, Ghost breaks away with a bite to your inner thigh.
“Stop.” Price’s voice is harsh, his eyes piercing yours. Ghost’s hand falls away from your body, albeit hesitantly, and you immediately miss his warmth. Your thighs are spread wide for him, but Price doesn’t give you any room to complain. Instead, he stands from his chair with a grunt, stalking around the side of the bed so that he’s directly above you. You instinctively try to curl up further into yourself, trying to hide away from the scrutiny of his stare, but Ghost pushes your hips down into the bed, trapping you between the mattress and two men.
“Captain,” you whine, fighting the burning tears that line your eyes. His intense glare doesnt lessen as he reaches out a hand, slowly, methodically, cupping your chin.
“What?” His voice is taunting.
“I was so close. Please.”
His hand travels down from your face and brushes your jawline, trailing down to cup your breast. His thumb rubs your hardened nipple, sending shockwaves up your spine. You swallow harshly, trying to maintain eye contact in your cockdrunk blur, but fail.
“Not until you can’t handle it anymore.”
You roll your eyes, but you’re sure he can tell that you’re fighting with everything you have not to comply. Price looks at you smugly and turns to Ghost; the latter meets his gaze expectantly. He seems to understand his captains silent instructions and quickly pulls off his combat shirt, throwing it haphazardly onto the floor. He rolls his pants down and straddles you, leaning down to capture your lips once again in a deep, burning kiss. Ghost lines up with you and moves with tenor, driving his hips into you so forcefully that you have to grab onto Price’s wrist for any type of support, but Price merely shrugs your hand away, crossing his arms as he watches his soldier thrust into you harder and faster.
Price tsks, “Come on soldier: you can be rougher than that. She’ll take it.”
The comment has Ghost still and looking down at you through narrowed eyes. A flash of panic floods your veins and he can only hope that you’ll forgive him later for the bruises left decorating your skin. He moves with a newfound vigour that leaves you gasping, your body suddenly nothing more than a doll for Ghost to use and discard of as he thrusts into you, stripping your lungs of oxygen and instead replacing it with his breathy sounds that send fire coursing through your veins and ignites every nerve ending in your body. Moans fall from your lips like a waterfall whenever Ghost pulls back to enter you again, a desperate plea for release echoing through the room.
Price takes your chin in his hand, and tilts your head to the side to meet his gaze. As your eyes snap open, however, you’re met with the length of his cock resting inches away from your face. His eyes darken as they trace painfully slow over the sight of Ghost fucking you deep into the mattress: Price presses his cock gently to your parted lips. “Let’s put that pretty mouth to use.”
Your chest rises quickly. A whimper escapes your lips and you nod jerkily, closing your lips over him before he can say anything else. Your captain hisses lowly under his breath but welcomes your eager mouth with the nod of his head. He moves with you a while. His hand cups your breast roughly as he pumps himself against your mouth, making your own movements quicken.
Ghost grunts, his hips snapping into yours, his fingers tightly digging into your thighs.
“Don’t be greedy,” Price chides as he shifts his hips slightly, pushing deeper into your mouth as he nods to Ghost. “Rub her clit. Make her cum.”
It’s all too much. The way he orders Ghost as if on a mission makes your pussy clench tightly and the way the masked man complies, fingers rubbing sweet circles over your clit makes your body and mind tense. Price’s cock is fucking mercilessly into your mouth, and every muscle in your body screams for climax. You moan desperately around his length, barely able to hear the low growl he lets out as his hips buck into you, the two of you reach orgasm at the same time.
You swear you can see stars, the air around you feels electric as your breathing picks up. You tighten your legs around Ghost’s waist and hollow out your cheeks in bliss as Price releases down your throat. Your orgasm rolls over you in a debilitating wave as Ghost stills, watching Price pull out of your mouth with a sweet sigh. The captain runs a thumb over your lip as you melt into the mattress, collecting whatever of himself has spilt on his thumb and sticking it back into your mouth.
“Good girl,” he pants, leaning down to kiss you in your mindless state. He can taste himself on your lips. “But you aren’t done.”
Your chest feels hollow, every movement is a movement too much; but still Prices eyes are hungry. He looks to Ghost, who still hasn't cum, with an authoritative smile; and nods his head. “She’ll take it.”
And Ghost looks at you with a tint of hesitancy pooling in his eyes. The sight of you, cumdrunk and fucked senseless under him has his cock throbbing, but could you really take more? He looks once more to his captain, who’s hand is running gently over your skin. Price nods again; a silent order from Captain to Lieutenant- you’ll take it.
And so, with a sickening pace; Ghost pulls out of you and slams his hips against yours. The sound of skin hitting skin echoes through his ears, though his eyes are set only on the desperate tears rolling down your cheeks. Moans drip from your mouth in a symphony of pleasure: so much pleasure it’s rewiring your brain. Ghost fucks you with such a ferocity it empties your mind completely and replaces it only with him. He leans down, and kisses you, movements uneasy and laced with need. Its so much, too much, but all you want is more.
And once you begin to forget how it feels without him inside of you; Ghost pulls out with a choked moan and pumps his cock a few times before spilling over your stomach in a shaky feat of pleasure. He leans forward and rests his forehead against your neck, letting your skin muffle his heavy breathing. Price laughs; you know it’s meant to be playful, but you can hear the genuine emotion in his laugh. He strokes a finger across Ghost’s bare back and kisses your forehead once again. You let out a shaky exhale as his touch brings you back into reality.
"You did well," Price zips himself back up and adjusts his stature. "Both of you. I'll go get some water; relax- you've earned it."
Before you can protest, Price ducks out of the room in search of simple comforts to help the both of you come back to earth. Ghost rolls off of you and lays beside you, breathing still laboured; but his mask is pulled back down over his face once more. He tilts his head in your direction. "You okay?"
"I think you broke me," you laugh, tone warm and high on adrenaline and sex.
Hey! I love your work! I was wondering if you could do a Azriel x reader fic where reader doesn’t know a lot about males and so az (maybe he already has a thing for reader) offers to give her lessons? The more NSFW the better 😉
innocence.
author's note: sorry for being m.i.a. please accept this as my apology gift. largely inspired by this song. you can't tell me that az doesn't have the biggest corrpution kink 😏
it started out innocently enough.
one winter evening after a particularly rowdy wine night, you and azriel laid in a heap at the house of wind, giggling at nothing as the warmth of the alcohol lowered your inhibitions and loosened your lips.
"never?" azriel asked incredulously, his brows creasing in the most adorable way. "you've truly never kissed anyone?"
you pouted, crossing your arms. thanks to cassian and his big mouth, the shadowsinger now knew the true extent of your naivete. growing up in the high priestess's temple in the dawn court, you had devoted much of your life to duty and training, which left little to no room for encounters with the opposite sex.
it never bothered you before. until you moved to the night court and met the shadowsinger. azriel was beyond gorgeous and smart and funny and probably well-versed in the art of seduction, which is more than you could say for your inexperienced self.
"don't tease, az." you groaned, covering your face behind your hands. as if that would hide the flush spreading through your cheeks. "i'm already mortified enough as it is."
"hey," azriel said softly as he gently grabbed your wrists. "it's nothing to be embarrassed about, love."
"you're just saying that to be nice."
the shadowsinger shook his head. "i torture people for a living," he deadpanned. "i am not nice."
you chuckled, which brought a smile to azriel's handsome face. "besides, practice makes perfect. i've seen you go from not knowing how to hold a sword to perfecting the eight point attack in a matter of weeks. kissing should be a piece of cake compared to that."
"kissing and fighting aren't the same thing."
azriel smirked. "it is, if you're doing it right. all it takes is a good teacher." the tips of your ears reddened. “and we all know how fast of a learner you are.”
you snorted. "somehow i doubt that nesta would be into the idea of letting me borrow her mate for lessons." a little frown formed on your face. "or maybe she would. you never know with those two."
the idea formed in azriel's mind before he could think better of it. the shadowsinger hated that he thought of it in the first place, but fuck. you were both a little tipsy and a tiny bit reckless and he'd been crushing on you for far too long and maybe tonight was the night he finally did something about it.
"i could teach you."
you stilled. “what?”
azriel shrugged and put on his most nonchalant expression even though his inner monologue was currently pure turmoil. “i could teach you how to kiss.” he cleared his throat, lowering his gaze to yours. “it might help to practice with someone you’re comfortable with.”
you cocked your head, weighing his words. “you’re…actually serious about this.”
“why wouldn’t i be?”
“well, wouldn’t it make things weird? you’re my best friend. best friends don’t just kiss.”
you had him there. azriel certainly had never offered this unique service to any of his friends before. “i don’t think it’s weird. i think it makes perfect sense. in fact, it’s weird that we’re not kissing right now. best friends kiss all the time,” the shadowsinger deadpanned.
you snorted. “so you and cassian are just having heated little makeout sessions behind me and nesta’s back?”
azriel winked. “i won’t tell if you don’t.”
that earned an earnest little giggle out of you. then you were quiet again, lost in the pros and cons.
pro: you really wanted to kiss azriel.
con: you really wanted to kiss azriel.
what if you were horrible at it? what if you had bad breath? what if you accidentally bit him? what if azriel figured out that you had a pathetic little crush on him and he doesn’t return the feelings and your friendship implodes then you’d have to move back to the dawn court and adopt a bunch of cats just like thesan always teased you about when you were children—
“you’re spiraling.”
you crossed your arms. “am not.”
azriel rolled his eyes fondly. “i can practically see the steam coming out of your ears.” his expression softened as he turned over on the couch, his chin perched in one hand. “you don’t have to if you don’t want to. i just…” the bob of an adam’s apple. “i just wanted your first kiss to be with someone who genuinely cares about you.”
that turned your insides into mush. “oh.”
the shadowsinger’s cheeks reddened. “never mind, it sounds silly now that i’ve said it out loud.”
“it’s not,” you said, sitting cross legged on the sofa. “it’s not stupid, az. it’s really sweet, actually.”
your heart hammered inside of your chest as you faced azriel. his hazel eyes glowed golden under the faelights and a warm flush colored his cheeks a rosy tone. from this close, you could make out the constellations of freckles that kissed his nose and cheeks, its traitorous little trail stopping just above his cupid’s bow. you couldn’t help it. your gaze went straight to his lips. they looked soft, sensual, and perfectly kissable. you wondered if he’d taste like sweet wine.
“y/n?” azriel murmured softly.
“hmm?”
“you’re staring.”
your cheeks reddened and a slight smirk tugged at the corner of azriel’s mouth. “you’re the one who brought up kissing,” you countered, raising a brow. “now i can’t stop staring at your stupid lips.”
the shadowsinger’s smirk grew wider. “my stupid lips,” he repeated. “that you want to kiss.”
“no,” you blurted. azriel raised a knowing brow. “yes. maybe.” you shifted awkwardly. “what if i’m terrible at it? what if i accidentally miss? what if i don’t know where to put my hands? oh my gods, what if i accidentally bite you?”
to his credit, there wasn’t an ounce of judgement on azriel’s face. he’d witnessed your outbursts enough times that he wasn’t even fazed by it. the shadowsinger grabbed your hand and traced soothing circles over your knuckles. “one, no one’s first kiss is great. at best, it’s weird and awkward because you’re just trying to figure it out. that’s kind of the point. two, you won’t miss. just follow my lead. three, the neck or waist are generally safe spots to place your hands.” azriel demonstrated by wrapping your arms around his neck. “lastly, i don’t mind if you bite me. in fact, i might enjoy it.” he gave you a cheeky wink that helped dissipate the rest of your anxious worries.
you chuckled softly. leave it to azriel to make you laugh mid freak out. the shadowsinger smiled and cauldron fucking boil you, the sight of it pretty much sealed your fate.
“so,” you murmured, toying with the loose curls at the nape of azriel’s neck. “what now?”
“that’s entirely up to you, love.”
you blinked. once, twice. the smell of cedar and starkissed night. freckles and rosy cheeks. warm, golden eyes that melted your insides like honey. scarred hands that caressed the side of your face with heartbreaking gentleness.
“kiss me, azriel.”
the shadowsinger did not need to be told twice. he tilted your chin, brushing his nose against yours for a brief moment. azriel took a deep breath like he was savoring the moment, like his entire life had been leading up to this. then he kissed you.
his lips were as soft as freshly plucked rose petals and as sweet as the wine that still coated your tongue. they pressed against yours, gentle and exploring as azriel cupped your cheek. you leaned into him and your fingers found purchase in his silky, dark locks as azriel deepened the kiss. his arm snaked across your back as he pulled you into his lap, his mouth never once leaving yours. the sweet innocent pecks did not stay innocent for long.
the shadowsinger groaned as you nestled into him. there wasn’t an inch of your body that wasn’t pressed against him, but still you wanted more. your hands moves of their own accord and slipped underneath azriel’s cream sweater. his skin felt like a warm summer day despite the fact that it was currently the dead of winter.
“fuck,” azriel growled into your neck.
you pulled away, startled. it didn’t even occur to you that your fingers were as cold as icicles. “shit. sorry, az i didn’t think—“
you slipped your hands out of his sweater, but azriel caught you by the wrist. “no,” he grunted, his voice dark and low and dangerous. “no, don’t stop.”
it was the hottest thing you’ve ever heard in your entire life. even hotter still with the way azriel tugged you to him as though he’d rather die than have you stop touching him. you greedily obliged, taking the lead this time. azriel cursed under his breath as you kissed him again, tangling his curls between your fingers. there was something intoxicating about him—his taste, his touch, his kiss. you couldn’t get enough.
when you finally came up for breath, the shadowsinger looked at you as though he’d been starving for centuries and you’d only really begun to scratch the surface of his hunger. azriel wanted to devour you.
but tonight, he’d settle for a kiss. except, it was anything but.
azriel was fucked.
he blinked, drinking in your lust added gaze and flushed cheeks. you brought your bottom lip between your teeth and it was all he could do to reel himself in. “are…are all first kisses like that?” your voice was hoarse from disuse and utterly sexy.
“no,” azriel answered honestly. “i’ve never had a kiss like that.”
your grin brought out a set of dimples that azriel had long ago deemed as his greatest weaknesses. “and i’ve never had a first kiss, period.”
and you never will again, azriel thought. not if he could help it.
“does that feel good, love?” azriel asked as he pressed a kiss against your collar bone.
you whimpered as his lips trailed between the valley of your breasts. since that first kiss, you and azriel hadn’t been able to keep your hands off of each other. over the last few weeks, the apprehension you felt about your inexperience slowly started to feel like a blessing in disguise. azriel said you were a fast learner, but only because he was such a great teacher.
“gods,” you breathed, clutching the sheets as azriel continued his descent.
“you can just call me az, you know.”
you rolled your eyes at the cheeky male below you. from this angle, he certainly looked like a god. his hair was a tousled mess, dark curls tangled from where you ran your fingers through it. sweat dripped down his shirtless torso, his golden brown skin glowing in the afternoon light. you were vaguely aware that the sun as setting over the horizon, which meant that the rest of your friends would be arriving for dinner, but neither one of you seemed to care.
during the past few weeks, you and azriel continued your lessons. first base was easy enough to master. the two of you put in plenty of hours sneaking off to make out in azriel’s room, the wine cellar, the training pits, and even in feyre’s art studio at the river house once when things really got desperate. it was a wonder that your friends hadn’t caught you yet. there had been several close calls with cassian. mostly because the male was a nosy busybody.
second base took a little more work. you were terrified at first. you and azriel had been making out in your bed for what seemed like hours before you finally mustered up the courage to slip your hand into his trousers. the shadowsinger made a sound that was half growl and half purr and for a split second you were afraid that you’d hurt him. when you voiced your fears, azriel was quick to reassure you.
“i’m not in pain, love.” azriel said, his voice strained and breathy. “trust me, i feel the complete opposite.”
“tell me how to make you feel good, az.”
the string of curse words that fell from his lips were so filthy that it made you blush. the shadowsinger guided your hand over his cock and you nearly gasped at the impressive length. azriel was hot and hard beneath your touch, his wings flexing as you grasped him in your hand.
“loosen your grip, love.” azriel adjusted your hand, motioning for your fingers to relax and mold against him. you mimicked his movement, eliciting a low rumble out of the shadowsinger. the competitive part of you awakened, eager to make azriel groan like that again. you gazed up at azriel through your lashes with determination. “gods, don’t look at me like that y/n or this lesson will be over before it’s even started.”
heat erupted in your core, but you shook the desire away. this was about azriel. you wanted to make him come undone for once instead of the other way around. “show me, az.” you said. “i want to see how you touch yourself.”
“cauldron boil me,” azriel muttered under his breath. “you’re going to be the death of me, y/n.”
you watched as he gripped himself and pumped at a steady pace. he slowed down the movements for you and you studied each flick of his wrist as though you’d be tested on it later. as sinful as it was, there was something heavenly about watching azriel stroke himself. your hands itched to touch him. once you felt confident enough, azriel let you take over.
azriel’s eyes rolled back as you pumped his shaft, carefully watching the rise and fall of his chest. his heavy breathing filled the room and it quickly became your favorite sound in the world.
you felt a strange rush of power witnessing azriel in such a vulnerable state. his lids were heavy with lust, golden eyes barely visible from the ring of onyx swallowing up his irises. you thought he looked pretty like this, his head tilted back against your headboard while his lips parted to release a shallow breath every now and then.
"you have no idea how good that feels, love." azriel grunted. you tightened your grip, spreading the bead of precum over his tip. your little improvisation was met with a moan that seeped into your bones.
"how good, az?" you teased.
those long lashes of his kissed the tops of his cheeks as his eyes fluttered close. "fucking amazing," azriel declared. "keep going, love. don't stop, please. gods—"
"you can just call me y/n, you know."
azriel growled in response before pulling you in for a heated kiss. his hips thrust up to match your pace as his tongue parted your lips. he swallowed your moans, devouring you like his life depended on it.
“just like that, love.” azriel said in appreciation. “you’re doing such a good job, y/n.”
the praise affected you more than you thought it would. you were always seeking positive feedback when it came to your work, especially in training, but this was something else. it only encouraged you to keep going at a faster pace until azriel was coming undone in your hands. the sight of him losing control would forever be etched in your mind.
the more azriel gave, the more you craved. not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. the whole thing may have started as a practical way to tackle sex, but as time went on, it started to evolve into something else entirely.
until the lessons weren’t really just lessons anymore.
if you had to pinpoint the moment when everything changed, it would have been a few days after winter solstice. azriel had been away for a mission and was unable to make it home for the festivities. throughout the night, you kept finding yourself fidgeting and glancing at the empty seat beside you. at one point during dinner, cassian squeezed your hand and smiled sadly.
“i’m sure he misses you too, y/n.”
the gravity of those words hit you full force when you found azriel standing in the doorway of your flat. he was still dressed in his combat leathers and dark circles formed underneath his eyes as though he’d flown nonstop from wherever he was to get back home. before you could stop yourself, you rushed at him and nearly knocked him into the street from the force of your hug.
“i know, love.” azriel murmured softly into your hair. “i missed you, too.”
one bath and two cups of hot chocolate later, you found yourself curled up on the sofa as snow fell softly against the windowpane. you set your drink down on the table and turned to face azriel.
“so, i was thinking…”
the corner of azriel’s mouth quirked. “that’s never good.”
you tossed a pillow at him and rolled your eyes. “i was thinking that maybe it’s my turn to teach you a lesson, for once.”
the shadowsinger looked intrigued by that. “oh yeah? and what do you want to teach me, love?”
“i’m going to teach you how to sleep, az.” you pointedly stared at his bruised eyes, which only made him chuckle in amusement. “because judging from those bags underneath your eyes, you’re no expert in the matter.”
“i don’t get a say in this, do i?” shadows peered over his shoulders as though they too yearned for rest.
“nope,” you said cheerfully, dragging him off the couch and into your bedroom.
azriel let you bully him into getting underneath the covers. he tucked his wings to the side as he faced you. “what’s so great about this thing you call sleep, then? seems pretty boring to me.”
“well if you’d let me demonstrate,” you said impatiently before tugging him towards you. azriel chuckled and scooted closer. “i’ll have you know i’m a world class cuddler.”
“yeah? prove it then, love.” azriel teased.
the shadowsinger watched in amusement as you bossed him around. first you made him lie on his stomach and then pulled him to your chest. as much as he enjoyed teasing the absolute hell out of you, he couldn’t help but murmur in satisfaction as he rested his head in the crook of your neck. even his shadows seemed to enjoy bathing in your warmth and breathing in your jasmine shampoo.
“mmm,” az mumbled sleepily. for the first time in gods knew how long, he felt warm and safe and content. “you’re bossy as hell, but comfy too.”
“i know, you stubborn giant bat baby.”
the shadowsinger snorted. “giant bat baby?”
you rolled your eyes fondly. “shut up and cuddle, az.”
azriel burrowed himself further until his body heat warmed every inch of your skin. “that’s the good stuff,” he declared, brushing a soft kiss against your collarbone.
“told you i was good,” you said with a smile. azriel couldn’t even argue. with your hands massaging his scalp and your legs intertwined with his, the shadowsinger would’ve agree to anything you said.
“the best,” he hummed against your skin.
this was dangerous territory. with your other lessons, it was easy to shove aside your feelings because pleasure made it hard to think about anything else. but with azriel laying on your chest and clinging onto you like this meant something more…you could no longer avoid that pesky voice of doubt.
you were in love with azriel.
you had been for a long time.
shit.
“y/n?” azriel asked, cutting through the turmoil of your thoughts. his wings draped over the sides of your bed, relaxed and at ease.
“yeah?”
his golden eyes found yours in the dark. for a second, he stared at you like he was trying to commit every detail to memory. the shadowsinger opened his mouth like he was going to say something important, but he gave a tiny shake of his head and smiled.
“good night, love.”
in that moment, you knew azriel had your heart in the palm of his hand. “good night, az.”
azriel knew it was only a matter of time before these lessons came back to bite him on the ass.
he had been so eager that first night. mostly because he'd had a crush on you for so long and it was finally time to do something about it. the shadowsinger knew that he probably should've just told you how he felt, but he didn't want to shatter this delicate thing between you.
after all, these were just lessons. for all he knew, he was just your practice partner. it wasn't really all that different from sparring. except your weapons where your lips and your hands and your fucking smile that made his heart skip a beat every time you so much as grinned at him from across the room.
gods, he was so fucked.
the reality of it didn't fully hit him until that disastrous spring night.
the two of you had perfected third base eons ago. azriel knew how to make you cum with his mouth using a combination of expert tongue flicks and help from his shadows. nothing brought him joy like your shaking legs greedily wrapping around him as he ate your pussy like a man starved.
azriel thought he found the key to happiness until you returned the favor and went down on him.
finding restraint was hard. reeling his desire in while you knelt before him with your lips wrapped around his cock was nearly impossible.
"like this?" you asked, licking a stripe along the underside of his cock. azriel thought he was going to come right then and there when you looked up at him through your lashes, determination burning in your gaze.
you had always been intense. azriel knew that much from months of training together, but he didn't expect you to approach sex with the same competitiveness. you put your all into everything you did, which is what made azriel fall for you in the first place. he just didn't think you'd take the same approach when it came to sucking his dick. not that he was complaining.
in fact, all he could really do was moan.
the shadowsinger attempted to pull it together long enough to utter a coherent sentence. he had to at least attempt to say something helpful. you were putting your trust in him. he liked knowing that he'd been your first everything. now he just had to muster up the courage to tell you that he also intended to be the last.
he tried. he really did.
that night in his room. laying in bed with your legs tangled together. the soft spring breeze billowing through your curtains. azriel watched as you propped yourself up on your elbows and turned towards him.
"so, what now?" you asked.
azriel's brows furrowed with confusion. "what do you mean, love?"
you tilted your head, biting down on your bottom lip as you mulled over what to say next. it was one of your many little quirks that azriel adored. "i mean, what happens now? we've pretty much covered all the bases. except for one."
sex. you hadn't had sex yet. azriel knew this would come up sooner or later, but he had hoped it would be the latter. while it was easy to pretend that the lessons were just lessons to him, azriel couldn't do that with sex. it had always been hard for him to separate his feelings from the physical act and as much as he wanted to make sure that your first experience would be with someone who loved you, it wouldn't be fair to have sex without telling you the truth.
"i don't think that would be a good idea." as soon as the words left his mouth, azriel knew it was the wrong thing to say. he could tell that much from the look on your face. "i just mean, we shouldn't rush into anything."
"rush?" you asked incredulously. "azriel, we've spent the last three months doing anything and everything under the sun except sex."
"and it's been great," azriel said, trying to reel the conversation back in. "the lessons. trusting each other. but i just think you should take a step back and consider if you're truly ready."
that intense gaze he loved so much suddenly felt like the sweltering sun that azriel couldn't wait to shy away from. "you were my first kiss, az. my first everything. i think i've made it pretty clear on where i stand." you paused for a second, scanning his face. "oh my gods. i didn't even think to ask if you wanted this."
you were up before the absurdity of that statement could sink into azriel. if he wanted this? he'd never wanted anything more in his entire life.
"they were just lessons," you murmured to yourself while gathering your clothes. “how could i be so stupid?”
"y/n, please." azriel pleaded, not entirely believing what he was hearing. he nearly tripped over his own bedsheets as he followed you across the room.
“no, az. i’m sorry, i thought—“ your eyes brimmed with tears. the sight broke his fucking heart. “it’s not your fault. i just assumed—“
“that i’m in love with you?” azriel asked, gently gripping your wrists. you froze, wide eyes pinning azriel in place. “because i am, you know. i’ve been in love with you since the moment we met. this past few months, it’s killed me to pretend that whatever this is between us is just lessons.”
your gaze softened. “why didn’t you ever say anything?”
azriel chuckled bitterly. “because i’m a coward. i was scared that you might not feel the same way, so i settled for whatever scraps you were willing to give me.”
tears filled your eyes again and azriel was scared he’d fucked it up again, but you wiped your cheeks and cupped his face. “you deserve more than that, azriel.”
“i know, love.” he bowed his head. “and you deserve more than just lessons. that’s why i don’t want to have sex. not unless you know what this means to me. if we do this, there will be no one else. not today, not ever. i may be your first, but i also intend to be your last. if you’ll let me.”
a stray tear fell down your cheek, but it was a happy one this time. “if you haven’t noticed, i’m totally crazy about you, az. i think i’ve been in love with you longer than i wanted to admit.”
“can’t blame you,” the shadowsinger said. “i’m totally lovable.”
you smacked him in the chest, but azriel only laughed before he kissed you. really kissed you. it felt like you were floating on air.
gods, you loved him. you really did.
you smiled into the kiss. “i love you, az.”
the shadowsinger kissed the tip of your nose. “i love you too, y/n.”
“so…no more lessons, right?”
azriel shook his head and scooped you into his arms. “no more lessons. i want the real thing this time.”
Summary: you and Regulus recently broke up over stupid teenage reasons. It was a really bad fight and you two haven't spoken since, though both regret your actions. At a Gryffindor house party, he spots you kissing Mathew smith, the Gryffindor seeker, who Regulus absolutely despises.
Pairing: Regulus Black x Gryffindor!reader
Warnings: swearing, kissing, fighting, a bit of sexual assault.
⬇️unamused⬇️
Regulus stands at the drinks table with Barty as they are being pure Slytherins looking around with judging and cold looks. Neither of them wanted to come to said party, but Evan -who was currently participating in a round of beer pong- insisted they went.
His eyes travel the crowd and he spots them, making him narrow his eyes. He knew she was doing it to spite him, he knew even she hated Smith, but there she was, sticking her tongue down his throat.
"Ohh, she is playing with fire." Barty seemed to start enjoying the party the moment he followed Regulus gaze. "Shut the hell up." Regulus head snapped towards him and then his eyes traveled back to the girl and that stupid idiot she was kissing.
His hands where slowly starting to roam under her clothes and that's when he couldn't take it anymore and pushed himself of the table making his way towards them.
- 15 minutes earlier -
"They are absolute morons." Y/n shook her head as she watched Sirius and James jump of the table they'd just been dancing on. "Tell me about it." Remus rolled his eyes.
She took a sip of her drink as she watched the boys make their way over to them. "Oh, their coming pretend you don't know them." Peter said and they all quickly avoided eye contact with the two boys. "Oh haha, you're so funny." Sirius said sarcastically.
His eyes fell on Y/n and they narrowed. "Boring again, I see." He said as he eyed the glass with clear liquid in her hands. "But thinking about it, I could use some water," he took it out of her hands and a horrified expression formed on her face.
"Sirius no wait-" but she was to late and he took a sip and moments later spit it out, coughing. "Y/n, you absolutely menace to society." He said handing the glass back to her.
"Are you alright, pads?" James asked laughing. "I am, but she isn't, what psychopath just casually sips straight vodka." He grimaces and James' eyebrows race.
"What? It's good, you're all just over dramatic." She said taking another sip, making Peter chuckle a bit, as he himself had made that same mistake before.
They all looked up at the sound of the portrait swinging open and watched an excited Evan and annoyed Barty and Regulus walk into the common room.
Y/n rolled her eyes, and then they landed on someone and a smirk formed onto her face. "Y/n, no." Remus said and she looked at him. "What do you mean no?" She asked.
"Regulus just walked in and your wearing that smirk? Whatever your planning, no." He said and she rolled her eyes and giggled. "It's just a bit of fun." She said, standing up to leave the couch and pushing the glass into Sirius' hands.
"Here, you can have that." She says and he looks at it in disgust. "No thanks." And puts it down.
"Smith, hey." She greats the seeker and he turned to her. "Y/n, looking ravishing as always." He said with a shit eating grin as he looked her up and down and stopped at her chest.
She would slap him in the face if it wasn't for her plan just unfolding:
Make Regulus as jealous as possible.
"I can say the same about you." She said, her words slightly slurring. Smith took a step closer, snaking an arm around her waist. Everyone in Hogwarts who had a brain knew he had liked her since fourth year, which was one of the reasons Regulus despised him, but also the other way around.
Everyone in Hogwarts with a brain also knew Smith was an actual, selfish, prick. He had a reputation of cheating, one girl even claimed he had cornered her once, but no one knew if it was true, as she had a reputation of lying.
"I heard your single now." He grinned as he pulled her closer, his breath smelled like alcohol. "It was such a shame you where with... him." He sounded disgusted at the last words.
She let out a sarcastic laugh, starting to maybe regret her decision a little bit... but only a little.
"Well, that's over now... sooo." She trailed her finger passed his white button up. She looked up at him and he smashed his lips against hers, she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.
Her eyes fluttered open to look around the room and they landed on Regulus who wasn't looking at her as his eyes traveled around the room, but she could see them slowly make their way over to them and she closed her eyes again as Smith tongue slipped into her mouth.
They broke apart for a moment before they kissed again and slowly his hands started to travel, one slipping into her skirt and the other under her top.
His lips detached from hers and made their way to her neck and then he whispered in her ears. "Seeing such a beautiful girl like you with a Slytherin. Tsk, I'll show you what it's like to be with a real guy." He whispered before going back to kissing her neck and his hand suddenly slipped into her panty's.
She was taken by surprise but before she could do anything about it, someone else did.
Regulus had made his way trough the crowd, pushing people aside and watching as Smith went further into her skirt and kissing her neck, it made his blood boil.
"Back the fuck off." He said and Smith looked up and grinned, taking his hand out of her skirt, and Regulus almost thought she looked relieved.
They made eyes contact and he narrowed his eyes at her. "What do you want." She said, obviously with alcohol in her system. "Indeed, what do you want?" Smith asked as he put and arm around her waste and his finger tips rested under the band of her skirt.
"I want you, to get your filthy hands of her." Regulus said with a threatening tone. "And why would I do that? Such a pretty girl, and she isn't yours anymore? I wouldn't even have cared is she still was, I had plans anyway." He laughed dryly and Y/n looked rather horrified as she questioned if that would have been against her will.
"Leave her alone." Regulus demanded and Smith smirked. "And why would I do that, she seemed to be rather enjoying me."
Suddenly, Y/n started to really regret her decision, and grabbed his wrist to stop him from going any further. "What is it baby, you don't like it?" He asked and she sighed and squeezed her eyes shut.
"Stop, I want you to stop." She told him and he huffed. "You don't tell me when to stop." He said and pulled the hand on his wrist away with his other hand.
She knew she had gotten herself in this situation, it was her own fault, but now she really wanted to get out. Suddenly he let go of her and Y/n hadn't processed the sickening crack.
Regulus had punched him right in the nose and blood was rapidly streaming out. His grey eyes fell on Y/n who stared shocked.
He grabbed her arm and then dragged her out of the common room and eventually stopped in a hallway.
"What is wrong with you?" He asked angrily. "Do you know how much worse that could have been?" He asked, he was furious as he turned his back to her.
"Honestly, Y/n that was such a stupid move! And for what? Making me jealous? Well it worked, happy now?" He turned to her as he yelled, but stopped as he watched her.
Her hands where shaking and tears streamed down her face. His features softened as he walked towards her and took her hands in his, placing a soft kiss on each of them.
"It's alright." He whispered to her and she shook her head. "No, no it's not, I'm so sorry, it was a stupid move. I didn't think it trough." She said as more tears streamed down her face and she sniffed as her nose was now full and starting to run.
He wiped away the tears with his sleeve and kissed her on the forehead. "It's alright, Ma Cherie." He whispered as he hugged her. "Come, you need to get some sleep." He said and then led her over to the Slytherin dorms.
She was sitting on his bed as Regulus took a T-shirt and sweatpants out of his closet. He hands rested on her top and then looked at her. "May I help you here?" He asked and she nodded.
"Use your words, darling." He said softly, he always requested she used words when asking for her permission to do things like this, as he didn't want her to regret later.
"Yes." She croaked out and he slowly lifted it over her head and helped her pull the clean shirt over her head. He did the same with the pants and then tucked her into his bed.
He changed out of his clothes to, and joined her, pulling her into him and kissing her forehead. "I love you, my little dove." He said and she murmured something along the lines of "I love you too." Back before falling asleep.
