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this is a good reason to use tackle moves!
pros: hits a lot more, since you're just charging into the foe
cons: makes you feel like running over your opponent with a car would be more humane, since the scolipede is bigger and faster than one when it uses a charging attack
Angsty Corbeau x F!Reader (NSFW) inspired by the DLC bc why did he switch up like that !! Corbeau tries to make you jealous. It’s super effective. DLC spoilers ahead!!
This is an unofficial part three to my other fic! Don’t worry, you won’t be missing anything if this is the first one you read! She/her pronouns are used but no name, very little body description aside from the bitties.
This is +18, minors DNI.
CW: jealously, swearing, angst, Corbeau’s mean and for why??, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, its hot idc sue me
After your initial hookup, Corbeau had contacted you several times. He liked to text you throughout the day, and would line up his free time to spend it with you. He took you out, spoiled you, and fucked you senseless. He was insatiable for a few months, and you almost constantly had bruises and hickeys as a consequence. But then, as things in Lumiose grew more tense and dangerous following the discovery of Hyper Lumiose, you spent less and less time together. You’d chalked it up to the two of you being busy, but your recent conversations had been… lacking. Your only meetings were regarding hyperspace distortions. He’d grown cold, and his texts had become infrequent. You’d done your best to not be insecure about it. That is, until today. He had a surprise for you.
The surprise was a team introduction to Korrina. You personally found nothing wrong with her, but your blood boiled more and more as Corbeau gave her praise. He hadn’t complimented you in weeks, and now this girl you totally wrecked in battle was getting his full attention. Either he was totally oblivious, or he was trying to upset you. Had he moved on? Was that your fault for not labeling things? You pushed the thoughts out of your head, the tip of your tongue lay firmly pinched between your upper and lower teeth.
“Korrina, I trust there is a room prepared for you at Hotel Z. I’m sure the old building would love to see a powerful trainer such as yourself. You’d better get settled, rest up so we can start surveying right away in the morning.”
“Mr. Corbeau, if I may, I would like to stay and talk to you personally.” You tried hard to hide the danger in your mouth, but your words come out like ice.
“Of course.” His face doesn’t show it, but there’s a vague flash of fear hiding beneath his features. Your eyes are fixated on a spot on the floor as the others leave, air growing tense. Philippe had stayed, as you expected, he still had a job to do.
“Are you serious?” Your eyes lifted to meet his.
“What?” Corbeau sounded almost incredulous.
“Don’t fuck with me, Corbeau. You know exactly what.” Your voice is poison on the verge of boiling.
“Are you not grateful to have such a strong ally?” So he did know. “You’ll need all the help you can get.” It was a stupid mistake to taunt you right now, and your fists clenched at his words.
“I don’t need help. Korrina’s not even remotely as strong as me. I forgot for two seconds I needed to mega evolve, and the battle was already over! You saw me beat her ass twice!” Despite your raising voice, Philippe remained firmly behind Corbeau’s desk. “One of my partners knocked out her entire team! And you want to run your mouth like she’s the newest, hottest thing in Lumiose?” There were a few moments of silence as Corbeau took in your words.
“She is.” Your eyes widen dangerously. Did he need a reminder that you kicked his ass, too? The air could be cut with a knife. “Well, newest at least.” He fiddled with a pen between his hands, eyes flicking to yours again. You were furious. Corbeau continued as if he didn’t notice, looking back down at his pen. “If you’re going to have this poor of an attitude when we meet, I may just have to start calling Ms. Mega Stones over for jobs instead.” He instantly regretted his words, hearing the implication only after they’d left his mouth. Begrudgingly, his eyes met yours again. Betrayal, rage, shame; jealously. Pushing you by praising someone else was torture enough, and now he’s put the idea of another woman in your mind. You’d always had an attitude and would talk back, but he’d never seen you truly angry. Corbeau remembered your life outside of Lumiose, and his stomach dropped at the thought that you might leave out of spite alone. Your face held an expression he’s never seen, a kind of rage he didn’t know you had.
“Well, congratulations on finding a new bitch to fuck on the side.” Your words were sharp and targeted, disregarding Philippe’s presence entirely. “Have fun with her, since she’s clearly better than me at something.” You turned to face the elevator and paused. “Save your breath next time and call her first.” The only sound in the room was your heavy boots carrying you away from the source of your rage. As the doors closed, you refused to spare him another glance.
“I’d like you to handle communication with her for now.” Corbeau’s voice was barely level, Philippe sensed its subtle waver.
“Yes, boss.”
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Back at the Hotel, after a very blurry walk—with numerous people recognizing you and asking if you’re alright—you take a seat at the strategy meeting table. Your puffy eyes look down at your croissant curry, you wanted to have an appetite.
“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?” Lida prodded, but you weren’t angry at her. Hell, you weren’t even angry at Korrina. Sure, she’s miles behind you and not worth an inch of Corbeau’s praise, but she didn’t do anything wrong. She was strong, kind, and ready to help. You weren’t about to torture yourself by hating someone you have to save the city with.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Thank you.” Your gaze met hers briefly as she poked at a croissant. “Just being with you guys is enough.” These were your friends, borderline family. You’d radically accept Korrina, and forget entirely about that poisonous little man. That would be the healthiest thing.
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Later that night, in the sanctity of his bedroom, Corbeau ruminated about what he’d said to you, biting pieces of skin off his lips. He’d had no further discussion with Philippe about your outburst. His rotom phone flew in front of his eyes, and he scanned his messages with you. Nothing since last week’s conversation, he briefly scrolls, looking for the last compliment he gave you. A quick break of his barriers and he’s sending you a text.
At the same time, you lay in your own bed, cursing for allowing yourself to get close to someone so dangerous. You should’ve known he’d hurt you sooner or later, you just wished it would’ve been later. A familiar buzz caught your attention, and you let your rotom phone show you the reason.
Corbeau: I didn’t mean it.
Nope. You closed your phone and let it fall back to your side. Sure he didn’t, you thought. Though, during the meeting, his gaze had been on you. Not her. You’d seen curiosity in his eyes before your anger blinded you. Was he testing you? What result was he looking for? Your eyes well up with tears and your phone buzzes again. Rolling away from it onto your side, you choose to ignore the message. Your eyes close, searching for a moment of peace, but it serves only to push tears through your eyelashes. You wipe them away with your sleeve, staring out the window across from you. From your spot on the bed, you can see a sliver of night sky above the outer perimeter of the hotel. The lonely silence of your room was broken by a third buzz of your phone. You roll onto your back, letting the device show you the messages.
Corbeau: She’s not better than you at anything, you know.
Corbeau: Can I call you?
Just a couple minutes had passed while you stared at your phone before the request for a video call popped up. You groaned and reached to answer. Corbeau was laying flat on his back in bed, just like you. You look at each other for a few seconds.
“What?” You break the silence.
“Is there a problem, darling?” Maybe he should cut to the chase.
“I don’t know, is there? You called me.” Ah, you’re very pissed.
“I’m sorry.” He truly sounds it.
“I’m sure you are.” Your voice is blank, slightly raw from crying. He looks at you longingly through the screen.
“Can I see you again soon?” Corbeau’s question is tentative.
“Only if Ms. Mega Stones doesn’t pick up first.” Your blank tone is a façade over sharp ice. The cold pierces through. “What do you want?” You know the answer, but have no inclination to give in.
“I want to see you.”
“No.” Your voice is firm. “I’m tired. Also, you made me cry. Again.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I-“
“What am I to you?” Heavy silence followed your question. “Just an asset you can fuck? What is she to you? Stronger, sexier, easier to manipulate, what is it!?” Your volume raised and your chest ached, you didn’t want to yell.
“We have to use every resource available to us.” Tears burned the corners of your eyes, his professional tone only pushed you farther away.
“Good night, Corbeau.” You hung up before he could say anything else. Then, you switched off your ringer and stuffed your rotom phone in the nightstand. You’d slept off heartbreak before, but this was different. You took in a deep, shaky breath and rolled onto your side. The soft blankets around you were familiar, but they did little to comfort you. You tucked in your feet and curled up. The entire city was still so new.
He’d called you again right away, heart sinking as it rang… rang… and went to voicemail. Shit.
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The morning light woke you, peeking through the curtains. You felt an ache in your chest, your malaise being validated as you recalled the night prior. Refusing to lose a day over a fling, you force your body up and into the shower. You’d thought it was much more than a fling, though. You didn’t think it would end so soon, or like this. The weight of your thoughts pressed on your heart, but you finished your routine like normal.
The tea Urbain made in the mornings always comforted you. It was a mild black tea that flowed into a soothing, amber liquid. The usual chatter of your friends went unnoticed by you. Until Lida taps your arm, looking at you with furrowed brows.
“You okay?” She asks, trying to not draw attention to you. You nod in response, even if she was guilty of teasing you, Lida was still the best friend you had in Lumiose. Offering her a kind smile, you reach for your teacup. You’re interrupted by the buzzing of your rotom phone. The device flies up to show you the caller ID. Corbeau. The pain in your ass was ready to work, it seems. Usually when you answer his calls, you have to hide a blush, but today you’re hiding a glare.
“Morning, sunshine.” He’d never greeted you like that before, and your friends notice, heads whipping and eyes wide. You don’t say anything, opting to just let him spill the details and get on with his day. The debrief is simple, another day means another survey. He ends the call uniquely, as well. “Also, stop by the office when you get a chance, would you?” You nod and hang up without a word.
“Alright. You guys heard him. Feel free to start surveying for the day, I’m going to stop in and see what this guy could possibly need.” The sarcasm was thick in your voice, and the lot of you went about your ways.
You cursed Corbeau on the walk over, kicking little stones out of your way. You said nothing to the grunts when you arrived, pushing through the main doors. Your eyes met Philippe’s, he was standing in front of the elevator.
“The boss has been waiting for you.” Philippe held some residual bitterness towards you since the first time you crushed him at the main gate. Still, he didn’t feel unfriendly to you. If anything, he reminded you of your older brother. Tough, protective, and loyal. Joking around with him would be a benefit of being close to Corbeau.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just take me up.” You wave him away and step in. Turning curiously, you see that Philippe hasn’t joined you. The elevator is bringing you up by yourself. The doors open, and you see the pain in your ass leaning back against his desk, palms pressed flat for support. “How long have you been standing like that? Real dedication to image.” You walk forward, staring him down.
“I heard the elevator, sweetheart.” Corbeau pushes himself off his desk and meets you in the middle.
“I don’t know if you should be calling me that.” You’re still pissed, but your attraction to him is so strong, your chest warms at the petname. He invades your personal space and you subconsciously lean together, but you place a hand on his chest. He hums, eyes flicking down to your hand and then meeting your gaze again.
“How about ‘darling?’ Is that alright?” Corbeau takes your free hand in his, intertwining your fingers. You shake your head and squeeze his hand.
“Nah-ah. You just want to fuck me again.”
“That’s not the whole truth.” He coos and pulls you closer.
“I knew it, I knew it!” You say, but he raises his voice ever so slightly over yours.
“Of course… I would love to fuck you again. But more importantly, I want to make something very clear. Something I need to tell you face-to-face.” You sure are face-to-face. His arm is around your waist, your hand rubbing his shoulder; alternate hands tied together. You hum, swaying gently with him.
“And what’s that?” You wanted to kiss him so badly, your painful memories have left almost completely.
“You are irreplaceable. My eyes have been locked on you since you got here, no one else has existed to me since then. My mind is flooded with thoughts of you.”
“Then how could you possibly give such high praise to another? What happened to praising me?” There’s a few moments of silence following your question. A light flush of pink rises in Corbeau’s cheeks.
“To be honest, sweetheart, I wanted to see you get riled up.” You roll your eyes. “No, no. Listen to me. You’re like a blazing fire, and I… I want to suffocate from the smoke of your tinder. I want to ignite something inside you. I’m amazed by your power. And I’ll admit, a bit selfishly, I like seeing you lose control over me. Such a powerful creature, begging… for me?” He makes a noise that’s very similar to a moan. “You have no idea what you do to me.” There’s definitely a wet spot in your panties. The hand that’s intertwined with yours leaves to settle on your waist, giving him proper leverage to press your hips against his. “Let me take you home.” His hands wrap fully around you, and he leans in until your noses brush.
“And give you exactly what you want?” Your voice is teasing. Validation that he wanted you and only you soothed the jealous gash in your heart. Maybe you could excuse his behavior… just this once. Corbeau hums, tightening his grip around you.
“Yes, darling, if you don’t mind.” Fucker. You turn your face away from his, a blush rising in your cheeks. He takes the opportunity to kiss down your neck, just the way you like. The grip he had on you turned into a chokehold.
“Okay, okay.” You’re embarrassed by how out of breath you sound. “Take me home.”
“At once, my love.” His lips meet yours in a slow kiss. He would take his time with you, then call for a ride. It was still early in the day, but Corbeau could withstand pushing back some meetings if it gave him time to worship you the way you deserved. “But first,” he walks you backwards towards his desk, then lifts you by the butt and sets you on the finished wood. His hips push their way through your knees, and his mouth is on yours. His hands grab your ass, pressing you against him.
“This isn’t what ‘at once’ means, babe.” You break the kiss briefly to tease him, but his mouth is back on yours right away. Your tongues slide past each others in your mouth, matching jewelry clinking together. Everything about Corbeau is so intoxicating, all you can do is relax and drink him in. Once he pulls away, the two of you require several minutes to become presentable again, and ready yourselves to leave.
The walk to the escort vehicle was quiet. You knew your face was still flushed, and you could feel the eyes of various grunts on you. Maybe you already had hickeys. It was Philippe driving the two of you, who else would be better for the task? The grunts would definitely gossip more if one of them was the escort.
Corbeau had expected the drive to be quiet, and he was surprised when you started asking Philippe questions before he could close the privacy window. How long he’s been here, how long he’s known Corbeau; little, harmless questions and a conversation that lasted the entire car ride. You were charismatic, like him. A pit formed in Corbeau’s stomach, golden eyes locked on you as you laughed and conversed with his bodyguard. You’d moved over to the window to talk, now closer to Philippe than you were to him. Corbeau’s hands balled into fists, and then your gorgeous eyes darted to him. Your falsely innocent look seemed to go by in slow motion. He was lost in your eyes as they said remember what you did, and look how sweet I am. His jaw clenched. So this is what it felt like. He was about to burst from a harmless conversation, and he realized what he’d done to you was tenfold. The vehicle came to stop, but Corbeau’s eyes stayed on you.
“We’ve arrived. Take care, boss.” You thank Philippe for his time, and watch as Corbeau feels for the door handle. His eyes are on you, intense and unblinking, as if he may strike. “Don’t have too much fun.” Philippe adds, and Corbeau jolts. You cover your mouth to stifle a laugh, opening the door and exiting the car. Corbeau looks visibly ruffled as he escorts you to the door, clearly he wasn’t used to being teased.
You take in the elegant appearance of his living space, items refined and expensive, much like his office. You forget briefly about the little taste of jealously you’d given him.
“What was that?” He asks, his voice has a certain sharpness to it. You hum in question, continuing to scan his belongings instead of meeting his gaze. His formal shoes click up behind you with a purpose, and he spins you around to face him. You struggle to hold back a smile, tilting your head down just a touch to look up at him through your lashes. “Don’t try to look all cute now.” A smile grows across his face. “Coy little thing. Hitting on Philippe while I’m right next to you?” You gasp at the accusation.
“Excuse you, I wasn’t flirting. I was having a normal conversation with someone important to you.” Your tone is snooty, and he shakes his head.
“You got all close to the window, moving away from me.” His hands are on your waist, a possessive aura surrounding you.
“Don’t act like you have any room to talk.” He hums, golden eyes intense on yours.
“You’re earning yourself extra time tied to the bed.” The area between your legs grows warm, but you stand firm.
“Actually, mister, you’re going to let me do whatever I want.” His eyebrows raise. “You made me cry. Remember?” Corbeau’s eyes flick to the side as he rummages through some thoughts.
“How about this, darling.” His nose brushes yours again. You roll your eyes.
“You’re about to suggest something that has you 100% in control.” A glint of humor flashes in his eyes.
“Let me make you feel good. You know how good I am at it.” He leans in and his words tease your ear. “Let me suck the jealousy right out of that wet, gorgeous pussy.” Your jaw falls open at his boldness. “Then, I’ll fuck some sense into you.”
“Oh! Okay. Yeah, that- that sounds nice.” He’s got you.
You see his place around you as he leads you to his bedroom, but it’s shrouded by that familiar, intoxicating haze. He glances behind at you, golden eyes filled with desire. Once in his bedroom, he pulls you flush against him, enveloping you in a sweet, patient kiss. Corbeau’s tongue swipes across your bottom lip, asking for permission to taste you further. When you open your mouth slightly to let him in, you slide your tongue against his as it slips into your mouth. He moans, grip tightening. Then, he’s biting your lower lip, pulling away, and guiding you backwards onto his bed.
“You’re so beautiful.” He says breathlessly, crawling over you. “I could spend all day admiring your eyes alone.” Corbeau’s hands pull your thighs up over his, and he scoots you back onto a pile of pillows. From this angle, he can keep an arm behind your back and grind you against him. His head dips to kiss your neck, and you sigh before his lips even meet your skin. He pauses, as if thinking of saying something, then hums against the soft flesh of your neck. A gentle trail of kisses leads from the space under your jaw all the way to your collarbone, and then back up the other side. You know what’s coming next, and bite your lip in anticipation, with the same force he’s about to inflict on you. A bite, a lick, then he pulls your skin into his mouth and sucks. He finishes the treatment with a soft, lingering kiss over the newly formed bruise. You can’t help but moan at his actions, shy at knowing he loves the way you sound. It spurs him on, as you knew it would, and his next bite is a little harder. You stretch your head back on the pillows to give him better access, eyes closing at the way your body fluttered under his touch. With no reason to keep quiet, your breaths and soft moans are more plentiful, and Corbeau couldn’t be happier.
His hands slip under your shirt, pressing firmly into your sides, and then sliding up. One slides back down, around your ass, and pulls you up against him. He grinds against you and bites your neck again. A moan leaves you in response, and your shirt slides up even farther.
“Take this off.” Corbeau’s voice is soft.
“You too. Let me see those tattoos, big man.”
“Well, we don’t want you getting too excited right away, do we?” He taunts, but his hands move to undo the buttons of his shirt. You take yours off as well, slipping it over your head. Corbeau eyes the pretty bra he’d bought you, a little smirk growing when your eyes meet. His shirt is unbuttoned, and he’s pulling it off to set it on the floor.
“Here, I’ll even give you a gift.” Corbeau drops his slacks, making his entire body very accessible. Skin-to-skin contact felt like it gave you some control, and you excitedly scoot to pull your own shorts off. He was back over you, staring intently while you trace your fingers over his tattoos. Your pupils are blown wide, and your pulse is beating hard. He’ll never get tired of the rush he gets when he sees you. And you’re admiring him so closely, clinging to him for dear life, and his eyes focus back on yours. You caught him staring. Maintaining eye contact, Corbeau leans in to kiss you again. He tries to keep it slow, but you grow feverish, tonguing at his lips and pushing up against him. Your hands grope at his chest and arms, then reach behind his back and pull him flush against you.
“Need you.” Your voice was soft, words existing only between you two.
“Soon, darling. I’d like to do something else first.” His body separates from yours as he moves down, fingers slipping under the waistband of your thong. “Take off your bra.” You obey, eyes locked on him as he pulls off your underwear, then settles between your legs. His hands caress your outer thighs while he presses gentle kisses to the sensitive skin on the inside. Your legs attempt to squeeze together, he’s tickling you ever so slightly. His hands curl over the tops of your thighs and pull them apart. “Stay still.” Corbeau’s head dips between your legs, and your face is the hottest part of your body, until you feel his breath grace your pussy. He kisses gently, here and there, before sliding his tongue between your folds. You moan, and it’s muffled by your own hand. The touch leaves, and you look down. “Don’t silence yourself. I want to hear you.” His words are firm, and his mouth descends upon you. You gasp, the sharp breath catching his attention. Corbeau’s tongue slips from your entrance to your clit, and then he’s massaging it with slow, steady licks. You moan, head falling back into the pillows. “That’s it, let me hear you.” His words are hot between your legs, and your knees shake as he makes contact with your clit again. His lips wrap around it, and he sucks gently. A louder moan of affirmation tells him he’s done it right. Then, there’s a presence tracing slow circles around your entrance. It’s Corbeau’s finger, sliding in with no resistance. The added stimulation sends a new wave of pleasure through you. Soon, a second finger is inside you, and they’re pumping slowly, curling upwards ever so slightly. You’re gasping and moaning and doing your best to sit still. He doesn’t have to change anything that he’s doing, your body clenches and softens around his fingers. You feel your orgasm growing, low in your abdomen, and you relax into the sheets.
“Oh, please. Corbeau, you feel so good. Please, I- I need you.” There’s no holding back your begging today. He hums against you and you spasm, the vibrations adding just a bit too much. Despite your cries, he doesn’t change anything, and keeps sucking and fingering you at a foreplay-level pace. “Please, let me come.” You’re right on the edge, moans high-pitched and frequent. “Please.” One more quiet word escapes your mouth before you suck in a huge, jagged breath. A stuttering noise of pleasure leaves you, and your body convulses. Each of your audible breaths is accompanied by a desperate cry that has Corbeau wanting to stay between your legs forever. When your cries fade to whines, his fingers and mouth leave your core. You have half a mind to complain, but you’re just as excited for what’s next. Just the sight of his hard dick pulls a horny giggle from you, and Corbeau laughs incredulously.
“You want it?” He taps the head of his penis on your mound. Instead of a verbal response, you grab the backs of your knees, and hike them up to your head. The motion spreads you open in front of him, luring him in like an orchid. His eyes flare with hunger, but he doesn’t give in. “Tell me you want it.” You groan, throwing your head back onto the blankets. “Use your words, sweetheart.” His voice is laced with lust and poison, everything about him makes you want to submit.
“I want you inside me. You make me feel so good, I can’t wait.” Maybe stroking his ego would get him in you faster. You feel his tip press against your entrance. Corbeau tilts his head and waits for you to continue. “Please.” You turn your head to the side, feeling embarrassment rise under his gaze. “I need it.” His tip slides up and down your folds, getting himself slick for when he pushes into you. You whine, and your hands leave the backs of your knees to cover your face, and your knees fall a little.
“Aww, just a little more, darling. You sound so beautiful.” He lines up with your entrance again. “Once more, for me.”
“Corbeau I- please, I need you so bad. I love the way you fill me up, please, I need it.” Your pleads melt into a moan as he sinks into you.
“Good, sweetheart. You can be such a good girl when you want to be.” Corbeau’s hands grab your own and pin them above your head. He rocks against you, pushing farther in until his hips are flush against yours. “Tell me how it feels.”
“So good.” Your voice is just above a whisper, and he shifts inside you slightly, then sets an excruciatingly slow pace. “You feel- ah- amazing. So big.” Now Corbeau feels a little shy at your praise, and he instead focuses on making you fall apart, rolling his hips upward at the end of each thrust to reach something farther in you. A gorgeous noise leaves your lips, and his dick twitches inside you. “Please. Oh, please.” Your begging continues, and you hear a shaky moan from Corbeau. You open your eyes and see his brows are pinched together, his eyes are heavy-lidded and glazed over, and his mouth is open as he breathes heavily. He curses under his breath, and speeds up. His thrusts aren’t too strong yet, but enough to move your body and make you whine. “More, please.” He obliges, hitting you with harder thrusts, eyes darting between your blissful expression and bouncing breasts.
“You’re so hot.” The words spill from his mouth, and he gets a moan in response. He slows slightly, and you expect him to seek praise. Instead, he quietly adjusts your legs around him, and then starts fucking you harder than before. Your mouth falls open and a moan escapes you, voice hitching at the force of his body slamming against yours. He growls, hearing the evidence of his actions in your pleasure, and his hands tightly grab your hips. This night was supposed to be about you, but he could have a little fun. Corbeau moves into his usual punishing pace, and you arch your back, curving up into him. “Stay still.” His voice is rough, and he gives you a couple particularly hard thrusts, relishing in the way your voice peaked. When he was satisfied with your whines, he slowed to an intentional pace. Everything about you lit up his body like nothing ever had before. Corbeau watched your face contort as he rubbed his body against yours in just the right way. He’d memorized it all, from the letters he drew with his tongue to the extra roll of his hips; he wanted to do everything perfectly. Do you perfectly. So perfectly that he could see you coming underneath him for the rest of time. Never leaving.
There was no silencing your moans this time, violating the peace of Corbeau’s bedroom. He was dragging you closer and closer to your release. It literally felt like he was dragging it out of you with the head of his cock. He committed every second of your release to memory, drinking in your moans and spasms. His hips kept moving just like that, and he smiled at the way you cried under him as another orgasm crashed over you. You were trapped in the ecstasy, clinging to Corbeau for dear life as you rode it out. Desperate whines reached his ears, and while he wanted to bring you to three climaxes in a row, his stamina was failing him.
“Good job, sweetheart.” His motions gradually came to a stop, and he leaned in to kiss your perspiring forehead. A gravelly hum escapes you, arms weakly reaching up for him. His hard dick was still inside you, forcing your plush walls open after they’d already clamped down around him. “You take me so well… think you can handle another?”
Despite your weak protests, he situates himself so his back is against the pile of pillows. Kneeling over him, one of his hands moves to line himself up again. Your legs shake as you press down, forcing him into you. Your core is aching, but the way he fills you up is nothing short of amazing. Once he’s fully inside you, you’re able to settle into a position that’s surprisingly comfortable for your tired legs. His hands are sliding up and down your back, over the curve of your ass, and gracing your thighs before sliding back up. They rest on your ass, pulling your hips up before letting them fall back down. Your head falls onto Corbeau’s shoulder, and he helps you set a slow pace.
The way your hips move together has changed, stimulating you in a different way than the last position. You get into a good rhythm riding him, enjoying the way he looks, feels, and sounds. Your orgasm sneaks up on you. When your hips stutter, Corbeau grabs them and compensates by thrusting up into you. A loud moan fills his room as yet another orgasm washes over you. It was so much, and you were so sensitive. He’s still fucking you, riding out every last second of your release, and the feeling of his cock sliding inside you has tears rolling down your cheeks. Just when you’re about to beg him to stop, Corbeau groans and pushes up into you forcefully. His noises of pleasure shift to moans, and you can vaguely feel the warmth of him spilling inside you. After several rich moments of your sweaty bodies pressing together, Corbeau helps lift you off of him. You’d waited a bit too long, and his own cum dripped out of you, down your thighs and onto his softening cock.
“Oops.” He jokes, and you fall forward onto him. You were already dripping onto the sheets, might as well enjoy every glowing, hazy moment with him.
After a trip to the bathroom and a change of the bedding, you find yourself snuggled up against Corbeau again. Your favorite spot, you think.
“You did a wonderful job, my love. You’re so good for me.”
“My love… sounds so pretty coming from your mouth. I like it.” You shift a little to meet his gaze. “Never hype up another bitch again.”
“The only one who matters to me, is you. I’d never make such a stupid mistake again. Rest now, gorgeous.” Corbeau’s lips pressed gently against your hair. “Let’s see if you can take it again in the morning.” His pillow talk only emphasized that floaty feeling, and you drift to sleep amongst his affirmations.
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This is what u get bc I’m a little sickies rn BUT I HOPE U LOVE IT
If you have any oneshot ideas or prompts, feel free to share!! :D
being at a rust syndicate party/celebration but you and corbeau have been snapping at each other as a means of flirting for months now. his arrogant wit and the stupidly gorgeous smug look on his face whenever he won one of your little rows had always gotten on your nerves, but the first time you gave the attitude back, the way he’d looked at you had stirred something else alongside the annoyance. something hungry.
if you didn’t know any better, you would assume that the hot feeling that prickled across your skin - no, set your entire nervous system alight - whenever the two of you were alone was simply bored sexual tension. the cheap thrill of workplace banter, of being attracted to someone purely because of proximity. but as soon as the drinks hit you tonight, you’d realised it was so much more.
you needed him.
feeling the boss’ eyes lingering on you a little too long wasn’t particularly new to you, but you immediately meeting his gaze and staring back was. it was almost a challenge - who would break eye contact first? why were you staring at him? why was he staring at you? was he even staring at you in the first place? your little game continued throughout the night, until after a particularly risky eye fuck staring contest you’d gotten up to ‘go to the bathroom’, and he’d followed.
his lips finally crashing against yours was both cathartic and wanting, messy, starved. it was all teeth and tongue and heavy breathing and corbeau, corbeau, corbeau. his hands on your skin felt heavenly, and you only remembered you weren’t dreaming when he picked you up by the backs of your thighs and placed you on the counter next to the sink, letting out a near-silent whine as he pressed himself between your legs and his lips found your neck.
“we can’t do this here,” he’d breathed against your skin between kisses, pulling himself away to look you in the eye. he was flushed, his hair ruffled, a few buttons undone at the top of his shirt and fuck, he looked beautiful.
“didn’t seem too opposed to it a second ago,” you’d purred in response, gripping the front of his shirt to tug him even closer. his nose brushed yours as you looked at him with the same eyes you used whenever you wanted something in the office - fuck, maybe you did have him wrapped around your finger. not that he’d admit it.
“come home with me,” he almost whispered, and you froze. his fingertips ghosted up your sides as he punctuated the end of his sentence with a soft peck to your lips. “please. i want to savour this. no interruptions. no rushing. i want to have my fill of you in my own time.” his gaze met yours again and your jaw fell slack, staring at him in mild disbelief as you caught your breath.
“i’ve wanted this for far too long to just throw it away, and i think you have too. so please, darling, come home with me.”
the two of you were in a company car within seconds.
corbeau had given the rest of the staff some poor excuse about the two of you being called to save a trapped pokémon. he wouldn’t want to be accused of special treatment, of course - despite special treatment being the least pleasurable pastime you were in for tonight.
teasing the fuck out of corbeau because you know he has feelings for you but he just won’t bloody act on it. always getting a little too close, shamelessly looking at his lips, ‘accidentally’ brushing your hand against his when you’re side by side, and all the while he’s convinced that it must be a coincidence or an irrelevant little workplace crush on your part, because a man like him would never be so lucky.
but you persist for weeks, months, and he’s starting to reach his breaking point. a hand on his arm as you smile up at him, bringing black roses into the office and replacing them with brand new ones every few weeks, resting your shoulder against his as you both sat and worked on those black leather couches. he was sure now that he wasn’t imagining it, the way you angled your leg to touch his when you were sat together, the warmth in your smile whenever you brought him coffee, the look in your eyes whenever you were in close proximity.
“you’re testing me,” he’d mumbled calmly one quiet evening, shaking his head as his gaze burned into yours, the heat in there making your cheeks flush. “why?” he spoke softly, but it wasn’t irritated, it wasn’t sarcastic, it was genuine, and it made your heart ache.
“god, come here, please,” you’d cooed, holding your hands out with a gaze that could only be described as puppy eyes. “i’m not fucking with you, beau, i want you. i’m falling for you.”
you barely managed to get “for fuck’s sake, i have been for months” out of your mouth before shaky hands were holding your waist, your back was pressed gently against the wall and corbeau’s forehead was resting on yours. you met his gaze as you brought your hands to cup his face and his eyes were so bright, relieved, sparkling as if months of restraint had just been lifted from his shoulders. you simply held each other tight for a moment before you leaned in to brush your lips against his, and he immediately responded by capturing them in a breathless kiss.
when he pulled away he opened his mouth as if to apologise, and you simply hooked your arms around his shoulders and tugged him into another, more passionate kiss - leaning back against the wall and pulling him with you, kissing him oh-so-slowly and softly until your mind felt fuzzy, hands gently stroking the back of his neck. you grinning against his lips broke the kiss and he stared at you with pure adoration and maybe a little disbelief, hands trailing up and down your lower back.
“you’re an idiot,” you mused with a smile before tucking your face into his neck, littering soft kisses across his skin and revelling in the warm flush they elicited. he simply let out something between a sigh and a laugh, bringing a hand to card through your hair as he pressed his lips to the shell of your ear, his breath against it giving you goosebumps. “it’s been here all along, hasn’t it?”
teasing the fuck out of corbeau because you know he has feelings for you but he just won’t bloody act on it. always getting a little too close, shamelessly looking at his lips, ‘accidentally’ brushing your hand against his when you’re side by side, and all the while he’s convinced that it must be a coincidence or an irrelevant little workplace crush on your part, because a man like him would never be so lucky.
but you persist for weeks, months, and he’s starting to reach his breaking point. a hand on his arm as you smile up at him, bringing black roses into the office and replacing them with brand new ones every few weeks, resting your shoulder against his as you both sat and worked on those black leather couches. he was sure now that he wasn’t imagining it, the way you angled your leg to touch his when you were sat together, the warmth in your smile whenever you brought him coffee, the look in your eyes whenever you were in close proximity.
“you’re testing me,” he’d mumbled calmly one quiet evening, shaking his head as his gaze burned into yours, the heat in there making your cheeks flush. “why?” he spoke softly, but it wasn’t irritated, it wasn’t sarcastic, it was genuine, and it made your heart ache.
“god, come here, please,” you’d cooed, holding your hands out with a gaze that could only be described as puppy eyes. “i’m not fucking with you, beau, i want you. i’m falling for you.”
you barely managed to get “for fuck’s sake, i have been for months” out of your mouth before shaky hands were holding your waist, your back was pressed gently against the wall and corbeau’s forehead was resting on yours. you met his gaze as you brought your hands to cup his face and his eyes were so bright, relieved, sparkling as if months of restraint had just been lifted from his shoulders. you simply held each other tight for a moment before you leaned in to brush your lips against his, and he immediately responded by capturing them in a breathless kiss.
when he pulled away he opened his mouth as if to apologise, and you simply hooked your arms around his shoulders and tugged him into another, more passionate kiss - leaning back against the wall and pulling him with you, kissing him oh-so-slowly and softly until your mind felt fuzzy, hands gently stroking the back of his neck. you grinning against his lips broke the kiss and he stared at you with pure adoration and maybe a little disbelief, hands trailing up and down your lower back.
“you’re an idiot,” you mused with a smile before tucking your face into his neck, littering soft kisses across his skin and revelling in the warm flush they elicited. he simply let out something between a sigh and a laugh, bringing a hand to card through your hair as he pressed his lips to the shell of your ear, his breath against it giving you goosebumps. “it’s been here all along, hasn’t it?”
