Can you do Yandere Bellatrix Lestrange x very affectionate fem reader(like she always wants to give Bellatrix hugs and kisses) please.
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~"ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴘꜱ"~
(Yandere!Bellatrix Lestrange x Fem!Affectionate!Reader Oneshot + Headcanons)
DARLING, I LOVE THIS REQUEST. I've always wanted to write a fic where the Reader is actually in love with her yandere rather than running away :> ty for the req!
Warning(s): Blood (like. eating it be careful if you're sensitive to this), Bellatrix murdered someone ofc, Bellatrix's knife, toxic relationship (but actually the most glorious evil lesbian power couple), yandere behavior (possessive, obsessive, all that stuff), Bellatrix herself is a warning, Minors DNI, Don't like it? Don't read it. You are responsible for your own content consumption.
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𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖝 breathed deeply. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears. The thrill of a triumphant chase filled her brain, her ego filling to the brim, on the brink of spilling out as an explosive burst of giggles and boasts. The stupid bastard who made eyes at you earlier was defeated. Her boots clicked on the ground quietly as she approached the body. She peeked over and nudged the person over with her foot. Bellatrix gave a disappointed mutter. They were already dead. She had hoped they might've still been alive long enough for her to see the expression on their face as they bled out.
The witch reached down and grabbed her dagger, tugging it a few times to tear it out of the flesh. A crooked grin grew on her lips as she examined the deep, thick crimson blood gleaming in the dim light. Bellatrix curiously dragged her finger down the blade. She stared at the blood that gathered under her nails and on her fingertips, before standing up and tilting her head to pop her fingers in her mouth to taste the iron flavor. It was hot and smooth on her tongue.
The sound of a heavy door being pulled open caused her to pause and glance over her shoulder. Her face suddenly lit up.
"Hello, love!" Bellatrix greeted in a sickeningly sweet tone, her eyes glazed over and absolutely enchanted by your mere existence.
You trotted up to your wife. "Hello," you returned sweetly. You paused and wrinkled your nose, your trot slowing to a reluctant walk, seeing Bellatrix's bloody hands and mouth. "Oh, you're a mess, my love," you frowned.
"No," Bellatrix retorted indignantly. She glanced down at herself. Her skirts were splattered with blood, her hands messy and stained red. "...Well..." She looked back up at you with a playful smile. "But you like it," Bellatrix added quickly. She knew you too well. You thought she was cute like this. You'd have to clean her up later because she'd refuse to do it herself. She'd kiss you and thank you for doing so. You'd end up cuddling one way or another. That's how nights like this always ended.
You huffed and approached her, lifting a hand to swipe the pad of your thumb across her bottom lip, picking up bits of splattered blood. You glanced down at the smeared blood on your thumb, before making eye contact with your beloved as you licked it off.
Bellatrix felt an excited thrill heat up her stomach as she watched your grotesque actions. Oh, she adored it when you played along with her insanity.
You lifted your hands to cup Bellatrix's cheeks. She murmured affectionately and puckered her lips for a kiss, to which you met her halfway.
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~She ADORES you.
~Bellatrix loves having you sit on her lap, whether you're taller or shorter than she is.
~Not even in a sexual way, she just loves hugging you. She'll aggressively kiss your shoulder and snuggle into you.
~Just as affectionate as you are.
~Loves kisses and demands them often.
~When YOU demand them she gets so riled up and instantly grabs you to smother you.
~You catch her staring at her with the most lovesick stare possible.
~you also catch her staring at you in the most freakishly obsessed way possible 😳
~When Bella has the time, she likes to just hold you for hours and murmur to you how much she loves you, the things she would do for you (which are endless)
~She's very happy that you're so affectionate! She's just as affectionate as you are. It can annoy others, whether from jealousy or from Bellatrix cooing at you to show you off for everyone to see.
Summary: Your boyfriend loses a bet with outrageous stakes. You would be angrier with him, if you hadn't already had your eye on the boy he made the wager with in the first place...
Story Warnings: Smut! Minors DNI! Fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, cuckold kink??(idk how to label for this ok, the ex watches)
Divider by @saradika-graphics <3
Your soon to be ex-boyfriend squirmed nervously in an armchair that didn't belong to either of you. It was Isaac Night's, as was the room you now found yourself in, naked as the day you'd been born. Isaac was as naked as you were, lounging lewdly on the edge of his bed with a distinct air of self-satisfaction while he waited for you to make yourself comfortable. If he felt self-conscious in the least, he hid it masterfully. This could have been the most casual rendezvous in the world for all the stress he betrayed.
While you stood awkwardly a foot from his bed, uncertain of where to put your hands, he was laid out on full, confident display. One elbow poked into the give of the mattress, the fingers of his hand lost in the raven tangle of curls that framed an eager, curious face. Caramel eyes took stock of your body with a muted appreciation, more akin to a man browsing in an art gallery than a boy staring down a conquest waiting to be taken. You gulped hard, avoided looking at him directly as chagrin threatened to overcome your spite. Motion in the periphery of your vision gave you an excuse to direct your gaze at your idiot boyfriend.
"Knock that off!" you scolded him when you caught sight of his hand creeping between his legs.
Unlike you and Isaac, he had all his clothes on. He fixed you with a sad pout. Your scowl only deepened in response, unsympathetic to his apparent misery.
"You were the one who made the wager," you reminded him caustically. "Now you're the one who'll have to reap the consequences of such a bone-headed stunt."
"I didn't think I would lose," he protested lamely. "And- and I won't lie, I... I also never thought you would go along with it in a million years even if I did."
"I wasn't going to," you admitted. "But ironically, the best revenge I can think of is to make you watch while I pay the price for your moron behavior."
"Pay the price?" Isaac chipped in, wounded by your phrasing. "What's the matter, you don't trust me to show you a good time?"
"Don't make this about you, you're a foot note in this story at best!" you snapped. "This is about me, him, and the principle of the thing."
Admittedly, that wasn't entirely true, but you weren't yet willing to lose face in this exchange. Not while so much was still uncertain.
"Look, you've made your point, babe, I'm sorry, alright?" your boyfriend whined. "I'm a dumbass, I can't deny that, but I'll never-"
"Accept a bet and put my sexual favors up as the stakes?!" you demanded furiously.
"Ah, just to be clear, he was the one who proposed these stakes," Isaac pointed out smugly. "I was the one who accepted, actually..."
"What did I just tell you?!" you demanded in exasperation.
Isaac's grin only widened. Despite yourself, your gaze swept down the long, barred expanse of his sinuous body. A salacious thrill shot through you at the sensuous sight of him, poised and waiting for you on the bed. You'd always been attracted to Isaac Night. If your idiot boyfriend would have had the nerve to make his bet with anyone else, you would have kicked both men in the balls and been done with the whole sordid affair. As it was, you were more eager to let Isaac collect his prize than you were strictly amenable to confessing out loud.
The sparkle in Isaac's dark eyes when they met yours suggested that he suspected your willingness, poorly concealed beneath your facade of indignant reticence.
"Foot note, right," Isaac purred. "Your boy's touching himself again, by the way."
You licked your lips, resentment overshadowed by the lust boiling deep in your gut as you indulged the long-standing desire to see Isaac naked. His frame had always seemed lanky and thin clothed, but nudity did him the favor of revealing lithe, subtle lines of muscle and straining tendons. You couldn't help your arousal any more than the boys in the room.
"If he won't behave, we could always kick him out," you pointed out feistily.
"Huh?!" came the unhappy background reply. You didn't dignify it with a response.
Isaac smirked at the proposal, almost more enticed by the idea that you wanted to get him alone than the prospect of punishing your ex. He sat up on the bed, beckoned you closer with crooking fingers and parted lips.
"I thought the whole point was to make him pay for disrespecting your autonomy," Isaac reminded you. "Anyway... if you let him stay, it could prove educational... don't you want me to show him the right way to please a girl?"
You drifted closer tantalizingly, invited his hands to explore your body while turmoil fluttered through your belly, spite battling with the reflexive need for privacy.
"Why should I care if he picks up a trick or two?" you reasoned, heart pounding as Isaac's teeth clamped down over his bottom lip with anticipation. "This is the last time I'll ever let him see me naked anyway."
"Serves him right. You're too gorgeous for the likes of him anyway," Isaac breathed admiringly. His eyes raked over you, gleaming with lechery so intense it approached the avarice of a petty thief eying a diamond choker in broad daylight.
You could be nothing but disgustingly pleased with the attention.
Isaac touched you with restraint, eagerness leashed for the sake of torturing your audience. His hands teased across your body, fingers tickling, palms sliding up from your waist across quivering, sensitive skin until they cupped your breasts. He held your eyes the entire time and the purposefulness behind his explorations made you forget you weren't alone with him for a brief second.
"I can't watch this!" your ex groaned, lurching to his feet.
Your displeased scowl was all the direction Isaac needed. He flexed his wrist, twisted the fingers of his right hand and forced your ex back into the chair, arms stuck fast to the rests as futile complaints filled the air. Isaac met your eyes, searching for approval with an eagerness that you devoured hungrily.
"Or did you want him out?" Isaac wondered.
You shook your head wordlessly and dipped to reward his contribution to your contrived debauchery with a sloppy kiss. You ignored the escalating sounds of your ex-boyfriend's protests, focused on the smug upward curvature of Isaac's thin lips and the way his fingers dug enthusiastically into the small of your back, urging you closer. You swept your hands indulgently over his body, mapping unfamiliar planes and foreign declivities. His lean, sculpted form was ripped straight from the ether of your fantasies, deposited jarringly into reality for your rapt appreciation.
You drew in a harsh gasp at the sensation of his mouth traveling down your body, wet, hungry and hot against your collar, your breasts, your ribs, your navel. Isaac's signature intensity was on full display as his focus turned entirely to the cause of your arousal.
A queer gratitude thrilled within you, sang your licentious resignation with the absurd scenario. You'd been admiring Isaac Night from afar, silent and reserved, for years. You never would have had the nerve to approach him with solicitation on your own. You couldn't contain a sardonic little smirk at the thought that your ex-boyfriend had unwittingly done you a favor by dragging you into his idiotic little wager.
Isaac's attentions were rough, performative as he lavished your subtly wavering flesh. His eyes kept flicking up to yours, appraising your inapt enthusiasm, constantly wary as though the slightest hint of discomfort on your part would put an end to the production instantaneously. Your satisfaction with his advances must have been apparent in your expression, because he only grew more eager with every upward glance. Emboldened, his teeth came out to play, teasing the sensitive span approaching your thighs while he squeezed your ass and urged you even closer.
"Are you sure you don't want me to kick him out?" Isaac murmured.
You gulped hard while your ex whined despairingly in the background. There was something tender in Isaac's expression that tempted you to abandon your designs for the other boy's torment in favor of getting this one completely alone. Savagery, pettiness and the magnitude of the slight against your pride held you back, bolstered your resolve.
"No, he deserves every second," you scowled. "Make him regret it for me?"
Isaac's mischievous smirk read up at you as you returned his questioning touches. The brief appearance of his tongue as it slid across his teeth was seductive and disturbing, his perversion on full display as he leaned back for you. You loomed over him, one knee resting on the bed at his side while you pulled his mouth back to yours and slid your free hand down his torso ravenously. You brushed his stiff cock in passing, the sheer heat of his arousal eliciting an uncontrollable moan from you as his tongue teased yours and his teeth scraped over your lip in bold instigation. His legs fell open wider for you even as you took your time groping lower at a leisurely pace.
Isaac remained patient while you slowly worked your way up to touching him, gathering nerve while your nails grazed the inside of his thigh lazily. He rewarded you with a low, pleased hum when you finally palmed his erection, drew back to watch while you familiarized yourself with the shape of his excitement. He slid, silky, searing and unyielding against your hand, a slight upward inclination of his hips underscoring his restrained enthusiasm. Titillation at exploring the anatomy of a prospective new lover thrilled through you, electric and even more forbidden than usual for the groaning audience at your back.
Spite filled you in depraved conjunction with lust. You tightened your grip on Isaac's cock, ran your free hand admiringly down the arm casually supporting his weight while he caught your gaze again. The sparkle in his eyes was conspiratorial, like you were two partners in crime. The malicious cause of exacting vengeance on your ex felt more like a game than a sin.
You cast your gaze back to the squirming, moping ex-boyfriend in question. If you caught him enjoying the show, you were resolved to kick him out. As it was, he seemed appropriately miserable, so you turned your attention back to Isaac. The vital pulse of veins through his member was telling, his eagerness exposed by the moisture beading at his slit as you rubbed the sensitive head and smeared it around like lotion. The hum of his pleasure peaked into a quiet growl and he surged back up to confiscate control from you. One smooth, simple motion dragged you down into his lap, a second deposited you on your back in the span of two or three quick, ragged breaths.
You let Isaac take the lead, content to function as a prop in the theater of your ex's humiliation. Isaac seemed to know what would cause him suffering better than you did and you were only too happy to play along. Especially since the path of retribution ended with Isaac prying your legs apart, ducking to taste the evidence of your willingness with a wanton moan of rapture.
"Fuck, she's wet for me," Isaac panted, rising long enough to flash your ex an insufferable grin. "Can you see from back there? Huh? Here..."
He hiked your knee higher, dragged two fingers through your slick and smeared the moisture along your thigh in demonstration. You rolled your eyes, dubious at first, only for Isaac's tongue to quell your doubts in the next breath. It flicked out obscenely to tease your clit while his firm grip kept you open and helpless for his intrusion. You could only moan and spasm, your whimpers of pleasure drowning out your ex's whines of protest while Isaac licked and fingered you. He was fervent, making absolutely sure you were ready to take him while he taunted your impotent audience with the frustration of watching another boy touch you.
You were tempted to feel disappointment when Isaac pulled away, only for it to fade instantly as he meticulously arranged you on the edge of his bed. He posed you on your side, slid behind you and encouraged you to spread out for him like a flower in full bloom. His intentions couldn't have been clearer. He was engineering a perfect view of your despoilment, curated especially to enhance your ex's ongoing humiliation. You shivered with delight as Isaac's lips ravaged yours, held your attention perfectly hostage.
He pinched your nipples until they peaked for him, kneaded the tender flesh of your breasts until you were moaning unabashedly into his open mouth. The steel of his arousal pressing insistently against your ass ensured you were wetter than ever before as you leaned back to slot neatly into the cradle of Isaac's degeneracy. You ached to feel him entering you, shuddered with delight at the thought of how he would feel filling you up.
He broke the kiss and leaned over your body, frustrating you with dalliance as his lips skimmed over your twisting form. You fisted one hand in his sheets while he lapped and sucked at your nipples, bit and lathed over your ribs, threatened to mark your throat with the vigor of his rapacity.
"Isaac!" you complained exasperatedly.
"Ready for me?" he teased, just loud enough to let your ex hear. He gripped the base of his cock and dragged it through your yearning lips, teased your clit with the ridge of the head, tormented your quivering entrance with proximity.
You hummed your approval, nodded zealously as your entire body tensed with delectable anticipation.
"Let me hear you, tell me you need it," Isaac coaxed you. The brief redirection of his glance implied a double meaning.
Let him hear how bad you need me.
"Please, Isaac, I need you you so bad!" you mewled, your slight smirk betraying the game even as you contorted with the effort of chasing the friction between his cock and your soaked cunt.
"Yeah?" he grinned, rubbing harder and digging the fingers of his free hand into your thigh, further exposing you and the spectacle of his slow, fervid grind against your desperation.
"Yeah!" you gasped, only half-performing. Your body burned with desire, with the genuine urge to take him.
"Do you need me inside you?" Isaac purred, still teasing, still dragging the sordid spectacle out torturously. "Need me filling that tight, sweet little pussy for you? Hm?"
He smacked his length against your wet folds, forced a series of depraved moans from you as you thrust and writhed against him.
"Yes, Isaac, I- fuck, please give it to me!" you whimpered.
The way he crushed his lips to yours was possessive, urgent as though he couldn't stand to hear you begging for one more second. He finally gave you what you wanted, entered you with breathtaking roughness undermined severely by the fact that he matched your high, pretty moans breath for breath as he bottomed out. Your senses swam with the ecstasy of such thorough fulfillment after so much teasing.
"Tight," Isaac noted breathily at your ear, pausing to let you adjust. "Used to something smaller, I take it?"
His cockiness would have been infuriating under any other circumstances, but your emotional register was already overwhelmed by the lethal combination of unadulterated lust and pure vengefulness gripping you. It was easy to melt into his embrace, to arch back against his body and grind wantonly into the thrust of his hips against your ass. Your head spun with dizziness while he teased your nipples and scraped his teeth over your pulse. You loosed a high, intentional moan, basked in the attentions he lathered you with.
"Fuuuuck," Isaac sighed, hiking your leg higher still to afford himself better access. "Fuck, you feel so good... look at you, taking it so perfectly for me... that's right, lemme hear you... tell me how good it feels when I fuck you..."
And you did. You whimpered his name, whined your pleasure as he carved his way gradually deeper with every slow, unyielding press of his throbbing erection into your slick heat. Isaac was bigger than what you were accustomed to, stretching you a little farther every time he drew out and pushed in again. He bathed your form with incrementally escalating carnal greed that left you rasping for breath and begging for more. His lips periodically interrupted the deluge of your gratitude, locking against yours with a hunger that seemed more driven by genuine desire than contempt.
The way Isaac kissed you was confusing, the steady tempo of his defilement suspiciously closer to lovemaking than the ravagement he purportedly intended it as. His tongue in your mouth felt like a claim and the bite of his fingers into your flesh felt like possession. Every heavy drag of his cock against your fluttering, overworked walls felt like a devotion to your euphoria, no longer an orchestration for the benefit of a forgotten observer. The repeated impact of his head against your deepest, most ravenous reaches was unraveling you sooner than you'd anticipated.
You were rendered incoherent and oblivious with alarming speed, left in delirious pieces held together only by Isaac's fevered embrace. His voice, soft and intimate at your ear, kept you grounded and hoisted you higher at the same time, drove everything but his presence from your mind as your senses spiraled rapidly into luxurious abandon. He wrapped and filled you both at once, stirred and settled your passions in the same sultry breath, devoured and displayed your undoing with rabid lips and teeth that tasted like aggravated, unrequited desire.
"God, that's it!" he moaned hoarsely, breath hot against your clammy skin as he labored behind and inside and around you. "Fuck, you're gorgeous when you scream for me, let me hear you... close? God, I can tell you're close, you're squeezing me so damn tight, so fucking- come for me, babe, fuck! Let me feel you, I wanna feel you come on my cock, do it for me..."
Isaac sank his teeth into your heaving shoulder like he felt the need to gag himself before he could give too much away while you cried out and arched into the delicious impact he fed you with every escalating thrust, every unhinged slap of his arousal against yours. The heat of him enveloped and permeated you, coated you in his sweat while wet pooled and spread at the site of your frenzied union, soaking your thighs and his exorbitantly as he kept slamming into you tirelessly.
Isaac clutched you close while he pushed you over the edge of your climax, bore it with victorious glee when your fingers twisted thoughtlessly through his hair and your nails dug viciously into his wrist. He fucked you through it, slowed his pace when your throes peaked and your keening cries hit their highest point. Despite the relaxation of his body against yours, you could still feel him hard and throbbing inside you, moving against your clenching, oversensitive walls in a sublime, patient massage.
"Good?" he wondered, panting for breath in the wake of his exertions as he loomed over your shoulder.
You twisted vigorously, demanded his lips imperiously while his hips kept moving in a slow, grinding rhythm designed to soothe your fervor in the wake of your explosive orgasm. Your entire focus was on Isaac, his cock stroking your spent cunt languidly, his hands sliding over your satiated flesh, his tongue sweeping over your sore lips like a balm.
"Jesus Christ, are you two gonna wrap this up, or what?!"
The irritated comment reminded you for the first time in a while that you weren't alone.
"What's the matter, in a hurry to be somewhere?" Isaac snarked. "Or can't you even last this long?"
"Fuck," you grumbled discontentedly. "I forgot he was still here."
"Hey!" your ex grumbled.
Isaac grinned wide and raised his right hand.
"I'll take that as a compliment," he purred. "If I get rid of him... can I still keep you a little while longer?"
His telekinesis unlocked the door and forced your whining ex to his feet. Isaac plied you with a little extra incentive, as though you actually needed any more convincing.
"Stay a little longer, and I'll make sure you finish at least one more time," Isaac promised suppliantly. "Betcha I can go a lot longer than he can..."
"Fine by me," you sighed contentedly.
Isaac forced the other boy out of the room, slammed the door on him and clicked the lock shut. As soon as you were alone, he rearranged your positions, covered your body with his in missionary so he could deepen your kiss and surge back between your legs. You could only moan your approval, fingers dancing down the straining plane of his back as he settled above you with an air of satisfaction that suggested this was what he'd really wanted all along.
"I have a confession to make," Isaac murmured at your ear. He drew back to meet your eyes, somehow more intense than ever as the motion of his hips between your legs slowed to a crawl and his fingers laced through yours intimately. "I've always been jealous of your stupid, cuck boyfriend."
The admission was the farthest thing from surprising after the rigors of lovemaking he'd just subjected you to. You smirked your own satisfaction, affirmed his grip on your hand by squeezing back, encouraged his slow thrusts by wrapping your legs around his waist securely.
"Ex -boyfriend," you corrected him smugly. "And if we're being honest now... I always wanted you more anyway."
warnings: smut MDNI!!! 18+, use of telekinesis in a v freaky way, fingering, finger sucking (cum play?), english is not my first language sooo mistakes will be made
- O-oh, Isaac... please.. - your breathy whines filled the room as your attentive boyfriend leaned against the door, casually, like he wasn't even partly responsible for your ruin. Your hands gripped the sheets to anchor yourself when you felt a phantom touch roughly pushing your hips down on the bed.
- What is it, love? - came his voice, slightly strained, trying to sound utterly unaffected, but failing miserably. - I need words, tell me what's gotten you so worked up.
You wanted to claw at his pretty face for being such a pretentious asshole, however when a strange sensation crept under your panties, a feather-light touch traced your slit, then circled your clit, your mind short circuited.
You closed your eyes, focusing on the pressure Isaac granted you with his telekinesis, only to frown when you heard your boyfriend click his tongue, the phantom touches stopped. - Eyes on me, now.
- Please, Isaac, I need you so much. - you whimpered, entranced by the way he looked at you, a man ready to devour you with his gaze only. Another gush of slick coated your panties, leaving the material completely ruined. Isaac's gaze dropped between your thighs, tongue darting out shamelessly at the visible wet spot on your underwear. With a predatory smile, he pushed himself off of the door and crept closer to the bed where he pinned you using his powers at least half an hour ago.
- Well... - he drawled out, tongue poking inside his cheek. - I'm right here.
He tauntingly lifted up his right hand to inspect it. The sight alone of his long fingers flexing, the shadows catching on the veins on the back of his hand had you clenching around nothing, hips moving desperately to find friction, anything to bring yourself relief. Isaac only chuckled at your pathetic attempts.
He cornered you, then slowly, caressed your inner thighs with the pads of his fingers, humming contently while watching you squirm.
You released a shaky breath, clutched the sheets harder to ground yourself.
- Look at you, all laid out, just for me. So perfect. - with every word, he crept a little higher, closer to where you needed him most. You reached up to grab a handful of his shirt and pull him down on you but he reacted quickly, his hand leaving your skin to work his magic, your wrists tugged together and placed firmly above your head. You whined in protest and closed your legs, attempting to feel something, anything. - You'll have to behave like a good girl, unless you want me to stop.
In response, you gave him a shaky nod. His eyes followed the path his fingers traced, pressing your nightgown higher, then he withdrew them to orchestrate the way he used his telekinesis to pull the straps of the thin fabric down your arms, until your breasts were freed from it. His eyes glinted with appreciation.
Isaac delicately worked his left hand over the soft flesh of your skin, now on display for him. With his right hand, he begun to trace your lips and you shivered because you could feel he exact same motion over your center. He slowly parted your lips to ease two of his fingers inside your mouth, just as two phantom fingers breached your entrance.
You moaned around his fingers, eyes rolling back at the stimulation. He massaged your tongue and you greedily took him in, swallowing around him.
He slowly took away his hand which made you whine as the sensation went away too from between your legs.
- What should I do with you now, sweet girl? - he mused as he lowered himself over you on the bed, hands playing with his belt.
- I-Isaac, please. I can't anymore.... N-need you so much.
- Poor girl, you must be really aching for me. - his eyes raked over your figure, from your hands still firmly pinned above your head over the bare skin of your chest, the crumpled nightgown around your middle then finally, your hips still held in position by his power to your damp, covered center. His eyes darkened and he wet his lips. - How about we try something else tonight? We'd call it a little experiment of ours. See how many times you can come for me like this?
To demonstrate his words, his telekinesis came back between your legs, surging, with a bruising force, you felt him all over your core, circling your clit with reneved vigor, splitting you open for him. Your back arched off the mattress as he watched you, his lips opening on a gasp, like a complete manic. With hooded eyes, he leaned down to cover the exposed skin of your throat with his mouth, right hand working frantically, while his left hand pushed your head to the side.
- Look at yourself. - he groaned the words, his voice sounding raw. - Look at how perfect you are for me. Look at what I do to you, love.
You tried to focus on the sight that greeted you in your mirror but you couldn't keep your eyes open anymore. Pure bliss gripped you, shameless little moans filled the room's silence as he continued to ruin you with his power.
- O-o-ohh, Isaac... Please.. I'm so close.
Your keening whines had him choke on a breath, eyes glued to your form, writhing underneath him, all thanks to the dance of his right hand. Without any patience left, he yanked your panties down, a string of slick linked to the soaked material. With his left hand, he pushed two more fingers inside of you, right next to the phantom digits, his thumb joining his power abusing your clit. You gasped, moaned at the new sensation of his flesh joining his power.
- That's it, fuck- you're doing so well, taking my fingers like a good girl. Tell me love, how does it feel like to have all my attention? This is what you wanted, isn't it? My power ravishing you? Fuck, just look at you...
His voice sounded strained, like the words have been punched out of him, the glint in his eyes, the way he observed your every reaction made the tension in your core snap.
- Oh-oh fuck, that's it, fuck.
He sounded even more ruined than you, you realised as you tried to even your breathing. He worked you through the aftershocks, then slipped his fingers from you, but his thumb never left, continued to draw circles maddeningly over your clit. Overstimulation gripped you in a tight embrace and you desperately tried to pull his hand away, only to be caged again by his powers as he tsked.
- I'll tell you when I'm done with you. - he warned, but there was a slight amusement in his voice. With hooded eyes he continued to watch you, relaxing a bit his right hand before working his telekinesis again. You felt ghostly fingers play with your breasts, his eyes watching every little reaction, every movement created by his power. He leaned down then finally, bruised your lips with a heated, unrestrained kiss.
You melted into it, with free hands, you laced your fingers through hiss messy curls, mouth opening to welcome his eager tongue. To your dismay, he pulled back way too quickly, replaced his flesh fingers with telekinetic ones, as he shoved his slick coated digits against your lips. You dutifully licked them clean while making eye contact and for a second you felt time stop as he stared at you like you were everything he craved.
- Let's see if you can give me at least two more. How does that sound, sweet girl?
wild ass headcanon: isaac would be extremely good at politics. i mean we’ve already seen isaac be a semi-important member of the nevermore science club/mathew sinclair club on the slip & know for certain that isaac was pretty egotistical/charismatic (at least enough to convince gomez to join his experiment) that i know for SURE he’d win any election he set his mind to
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