Being stuck in the cage does not give one much to do but it did lead me to this thing called fanfiction. Don't tell Michael, he'll never let me live this down. Asks and requests are open. All hail Satan ✌
tags/trigger: Smut, Semi-Public Sex - If You Squint, Penis In Vagina Sex, Stockholm Syndrome, Vaginal Fingering, soldat mention
Wordcount: 1250
You should hate it. The dirt and the rust, the way he handles you like you're just another cog in this factory, like you are his to do as he pleases. You should hate the touch, the heat, the smoke that invades your lungs so fully, so persistently. You should hate him too while you're at it, the disregard for life, that self-centered, self-assured mocking grin that he plasters on his full lips and the way the words drag across the crevices in your skin and calls to you like a siren song in the dead of night.
Your hands clench around the metal railing, eyes glossy and vision momentarily forgotten whilst lights flickered beyond in a muddy watercolor painting. You could hear the bodies being dragged to their designated spots, but it was hard to focus on them and neither did you want to when Heisenberg was so damn close, so diligently busy and by God, despite what you may repeat in times where the crimson and rust becomes a little too real, you were not going to stop him in this specific task.
He pressed his chest firmly to your back, heat spreading across your skin and lingering on the edges of your loneliness, a small nudge, and you're falling into the pits, desperate for his touch, his undivided attention. His fingers expertly dancing between your legs, hand so cruelly disappearing into your pants and leaving no visual, but it mattered less the longer he worked, sensation clawing at the edges of your vision, pricking at your skin, ecstasy buried just a ways off.
The exchange had been mostly wordless, maneuvering your body like his own little doll, taking what you'd willingly give. He seemed content with this, humming against your skin whilst your body went through the motions, hips violently bucking against his warm fingers as he stretched you in preparation for the real showstopper.
You leaned your head back to rest against his shoulder, sound slipping from your lips while your eyes slipped closed.
"Did you touch yourself?" The words finally came, voice low and gruff, almost patient in the way he punctuated the words as they rolled off his tongue, slow and deliberate.
"No." You responded promptly, eyes fluttering and looking at him as best you could from your position, wondering what got him off more, that you couldn't wait for his touch and took matters into your own hands or the fact that you wouldn't dare. It mattered little when the result remains the same, deliriously impaled on his cock.
"Good girl." He murmured against your skin, pressing a chaste kiss to your shoulder and his fingers curling just enough that the action would have had you tumbling if it wasn't for his hold on you. "You look so good when you're coming on my cock."
His words were punctuated by the sudden stop of movement between your legs, action that has you whining, mind racing with the loss as the sensation pickled away. The reaction elicited a chuckle rumbling in his chest at the display as he removed his hand from the front of your pants completely.
"Don't worry, sweetheart…" the words fell, sounding almost sympathetic if it wasn't for the grin when you glanced back at him. His fingers slipped into the waistband of your pants, pressing a chaste kiss to the side of your neck. "I'll take good care of you." He hummed as he dragged the pair of pants over your hips and thighs, waiting for it to finally fall down to the dirty floor.
Your hands instinctively tightened around the railing to stop you from the natural instinct to cover yourself in the vast openness of the factory. He wasn't in the habit of parading you around in all your glory and less so getting dicked down, especially without that peculiar conversation but watching as the numerous bodies get dragged away made you pause.
He made quick work of his pants, unbeknownst to the turmoil within you as you waited, eyes lingering on the scene before you, focusing on the sound of the factory. Once his cock was free, his hand pressed to your upper back, bending your body slightly forward before running his cock through your slick folds. You bit down on your lip, eyes closing as you waited him to sheathe his cock into you and have his way with you, filling you up past your skull and have you crying out to him
His fingers pressed into your hip, other hand working to line up to your entrance, and he gave a sharp thrust, head popping into your cunt and then some, the action eliciting a sound of surprise at the sudden sensation, the sound echoing through the factory.
"That's it." He grunted through shallow thrusts, in a tone that you could almost mistake as comforting if you hadn't known him. "Take my cock. Such a good girl for me. So fucking tight for me."
Not long before his hips smacked into yours, the grip on your hips almost bruising as he brought your body to his, not a moment of reprieve as he chased the high he only found within you. Your walls clenched sporadically at the initial intrusion, sound carrying against the walls as you held on for dear life against those railings, his balls hitting your clit every so often with an especially hard thrust.
He pushed ecstasy into you over and over, fingertips feeling numb and the wet slapping noise reverberating did nothing to quell the coil tightening within you. Sensation upon sensation as he fucked his shape into you, blurring at the edge of your vision as the threat of release prickled at the edges.
"Close..." You cried along with a jumbled version of his name, eyes closing in concentration. His response came swiftly, hands reaching for your breasts, rubbing and pulling at the tips.
"That's my girl." He responded, pulling back your body against his chest with the new hold he had on you. "Want to feel you squeeze my cock, show me how good I make you feel."
A few more strokes of his cock against your walls, and you cried out, warmth tensing and spreading throughout your body as your walls clenched around his cock. You clenched your eyes shut through the sensation and rode it out as he continued to push into you as best he could.
"Good girl. So fucking good for me."
He groaned at the new tightness, still moving, albeit slower, still spreading you over his cock time and time again in search of his own high within your body.
He came pressed as deep as he could manage, fingers pressed into soft skin as his grunts echoed, warmth spreading as he shot rope after rope of his seed into your waiting cunt. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder in a display that might've felt intimate if you were paying attention to the actions and not the way he felt when pressed to the hilt, while his hand lingered on your stomach as he held you close to him.
"So pretty." He murmured against your skin, almost soft enough that you didn't catch it. A rare moment of softness between the rough pads of his fingertips pressing into your skin, and you closed your eyes in what felt like a moment of weakness, a moment of drowning yourself in the aftermath and warmth of him, his lips forming the words he would not speak as he etched 'mine' into your skin with a simple kiss.
Tags/ triggers: p in v, smut, on the desk, fingering, voice kink??, enemies to lovers? How about we say we're enemies while we're lovers, pwp
Word count: 2364
It wasn't the first time the thought had crossed your mind. It wasn't the first time today or even this hour, the nagging, plaguing realization that there was something very wrong with you to allow this. You knew him, knew the truth between all the lies, knew those twisted ideals and the horrors that hid in plain sight and still, if he had asked, you would be here in a heartbeat.
But he didn't ask, did he? You were here out of choice, or perhaps more accurately, need…
Another wave glittering across the surface of your skin, lamenting your ability to say no with his hand shoved down your pants. You had the same thought when he opened the door, when he had kissed you, when he shoved your shirt over your breasts and when he had torn it from your skin, when he had used that god-awful nickname and finally when you had opened your legs for him to start fingering you.
He was the enemy, you didn't need anyone to list off his known transgressions, you were already in a habit of doing so yourself to fight against the urges beneath the surface of your heated skin, but perhaps that had now morphed into something that got you off, forbidden fruit and all, but you weren't in the mind to admit that to anyone, least of all yourself.
He was convenient, you'd repeat once again. He was there. He was willing and able, which admittedly could be said for the larger hope county populous, but what they really lacked was that they weren't him. Not quite something they can correct, try as you might, you would always crawl back to him like a little lost puppy even before he calls.
His stubble burns against your skin as he presses kisses against your neck, a violent promise each time his teeth grazes the soft skin, the harsh movement of his hand echoing in your skull as you bite into your lower lip. It was wrong to want this, to want his touch. The conditioning… you could blame it all, but it was hard to think every time he presses these promises into your skin, when he whispers his wants in your ear, when he crooks his fingers just right to have you cling to him, arch for him, sing for him.
Quite similarly, Jacob found the situation to be a vast overstep on his part. He could find the flimsy excuses, build a wall and find reasoning within it to justify his actions, but realistically he knew Joseph would not approve the tangling of the threads so intimately, so savagely, so primal. The thought didn't do much to deter him, especially when you were right here where he could breathe you in, where his fingers pressed into your flesh, where he could see it all unfold so vividly.
He didn't view you as the enemy in quite the same way you did, but he wasn't blind to the way you affected his sensibilities, at the sudden justifications of his actions in and out of this specific situation, how you made his chest clench at the thought of you. A distraction is what he'd call you, perhaps a future sacrifice he'd have to make if you were to fail yours. He wasn't in the habit of hoping beyond the concrete, he knew the chances of you accepting the project, never mind joining, the thought was almost entirely ridiculous but with you like this, like his own crude little hand puppet, he'd really wished you'd try to see reason so he could keep you this close for just a little while longer.
He could sense the release on you, beautiful image as the sweat glimmered on your skin, eyes upturned and mouth in a perfect oh as your hips desperately rocked against his fingers. He will miss this, he decided, he will miss you when it all ends. You were needy with your touches as you sucked in breath, so alive as the electricity sparked within your veins, but never quite as much as when he asked you to do something for him. Perhaps it was his voice, or the power he commanded or just the fucked up situation, any would be a better excuse than what you know to be true.
"Be a good girl and come for me, just like this, (Y/n)." His voice pressed to your skin, lips lingering before pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the skin on your shoulder. He rubbed tight circles against your clit, fingers thrusting into your heat with equal amounts of precision and determination, until it all snapped.
Your legs tried closing against the pressure, knees hitting on either side of his legs as you cried into the night air as he walked you through the motions, back arching into him and falling a few moments later, thighs twitching at the continued contact until he relented and pulled his hand from between your legs, only to press his fingers beyond his lips as you looked up at him.
He hummed at the taste of you, tang pressed down on his tongue as his eyes wandered over your dishevelled body, a visual quite exquisite.
"Perfect." His voice echoed familiarly, fingers pressing into the soft flesh of your bare thighs, slowly dipping down to press a chaste kiss to your temple. An act that felt almost sinful in the way things unfolded, a little too soft, a little too slow when the edges of the situation bled on, when the threads of things beyond this door was still echoing from his lips, in his voice, in his tone.
Need was quick to take hold, bare body placed on this old desk while he hadn't so much as removed his jacket. Your hands pulled against his jacket, jagged motions over his broad shoulders. He found it within himself to relent, dropping the piece of clothing to the floor in an unceremonious fashion that was quickly followed by his shirt. Your hands quickly travelled over his flesh, warm skin under your fingertips until you met the hem of his pants, smile on your lips as you cupped him through the rough material and looked up at him through your lashes. There was an intake of breath, clench of his jaw as he pressed his hands on either side of your thighs. A controlled motion as he reigned in the motions despite the touch.
"Jacob.." your voice echoed against the small room, biting into your lip for a moment. "I need you inside of me."
There was a brief moment when the words left your lips where his fingers barely pressed against your thighs, where his eyes connected with yours as the unspoken words lingered in the air. Choices that led here, the fall and the continued white lies. He would not be able to reject the feelings you awake and the heat he feels from your need for him. The actions that had led here might've been primal and those after, perhaps too, but he can't deny the need that had grown in himself as well, the patience and the care. Had he taken a moment to consider it, he might've taken a different path in spite of himself but that would mean confronting something he was unwilling to admit.
His hands reached for his belt, swift action that had his pants bunching around his thighs and cock standing at attention. He didn't wait or dabble in niceties, just guided his cock to your awaiting cunt, feeding the head into your slick entrance. You took a sharp intake of breath at the stretch, body pressing backwards into the wall as he pressed into you, inch by glorious inch until he could no more. His hands curled around your hips, lips pressed to your neck, whispering soft words as he waited for your body to adjust some, bruising hold that kept him somewhat grounded, if only just.
Your legs wrapped around his hips, fingers pressed to his chest as you breathed in the moment, so ready to have him ruin you once again. You could already taste it on your tongue, cunt twitching as you thought about the last time he had you pressed against this very desk, torso held in place with the hold he had on your neck as he used you for his own release. It was fast and it was euphoric, slight wobble as you had left the building that day.
But as you looked into his eyes, that rush had dissipated and caused a heat to your skin that had you looking down and focussed on where you were connected, a much less sobering visual than the previous. You bit into your lower lip when he finally moved, experimental sharp movement that beckoned your attention back upwards when his hands took purchase around your hips and pulled you to the edge of the desk where he could have more control of the movement.
He repeated the shallow movement and then deeper. You whimpered in response, so ready for him to just take you.
"You feel so good." He murmured, lips pressed to your forehead. "Such a tight little thing. Always so good to me."
You tried ignoring the guilt that accompanied the words, focussing on how it felt when he dragged his cock against your walls and how full you felt every time he bottomed out. You felt the feeling prickle all over your skin, ecstasy burrowing into you and begging for it not to stop, which after a while might've been more verbal mumbling but your voice wasn't exactly something you were focussing on or more accurately, could focus on once he was fucking into you.
His hands moved towards your thighs, pressing your legs towards your chest and more open so he could get a better angle and grip on you to really lay into you, hips snapping as sweat beaded down his forehead, chasing his release. You leaned more back at the action, back arching at an awkward angle but relenting so he would not stop ploughing into you just yet.
Jacob's fingers dug into your skin, keeping you somewhat still as he thrusted into you, beautiful sight before him as you just took what he give, beautiful sound as your cries reverberated and your incoherent mumbling settled on his skin. If he wasn't in a religious cult, he might've called this a religious experience, maybe when he revisits this memory he still would.
"Fuc- I'm… C-close." You cried as you felt the coil in your lower abdomen, pressure building with every thrust.
"Yeah?" He responded, breathless huff between the snap of his hips. "You gonna come on my cock, sweetheart?"
You whimpered at the thought. Anything, in a moment you could've done anything he asked. Your nails clawed at the table, at his wrist. Oh to gush over him still plowing into you should not be as enticing, should not be the thing invading your ever waking thoughts beyond these walls with everything going on and perhaps one day the consequences would catch up to you.
His hand shifted, thumb pressing to your clit and rubbing tight circles that had you shaking as you fell over the edge. For a moment everything was a muddy glass painting, world blurry and uncertain as you clenched around him, body screaming of ecstasy as it stretched towards your limbs.
Jacob watched you give in, watched you fall so gloriously, give yourself over and continue to take his movements. It didn't help his mind to hear his name fall so sweetly, so desperately from your lips as your hand wrapped over his arm, just holding onto whatever was closest. His heart ached with the notion of letting you go but also fired with the one of releasing into your cunt as you milk his cock until the very last drop was pushed into your tight hole.
His hands held onto you, using you like a doll as he shifted in and out of your body, groaning at the tightness of it all whilst you moaned, eyes no longer focusing on him but still accepting what he gave. Perfection, is what he'd call you in some instances, moments where he couldn't help but fall a little deeper into the thick of it.
"That's it." He groaned as he came pressed to the hilt, rope after rope hitting your walls. Something akin to a religious experience as his eyes wandered your bare body in the moment.
He pulled out of you, for a moment just watching his seed leak from your tired body before reaching for something to clean you with, it was the least he could do. Your body jerked with the contact, soft sound of protest at the stimulation.
You watched him with a certain ache growing in your chest, the prospect of having to make a break for it, your heart begging you to find comfort within his arms. He watched you with much of the same notions but with a more concrete reasoning behind it, everything would work out perfectly if you just stayed with him, if you made your sacrifice and stayed within these walls. He could protect you, he could have you, he could hold you. You'd be safe, you'd be alive right at his side even after the collapse. You could be happy.
However, things weren't so cut and dry, evident in the way you gathered your things and covered yourself, actions in which you avoided his eye contact and he let you, let you walk out of there with a dull ache between your legs with not even a see you later. You'd be back home eventually, he just hoped it would be sooner rather than later and that you'd still have your head attached to your shoulders when that did occur.
It was impossible to love him and equally impossible for him to care for you, in no universe could it be different but why then do you have the clawing notion to run back in there and find comfort in the very place he destroys so many lives.
Tags/ triggers: blood mention, and forgotton, oral(female receiving), some would say werewolf undertones, on the bar, overestimulation but like barely
The wind carried the lifeless leaves from place to place, the colour stretched in the rising sun, echoing the secrets of the night. The world seemed peaceful in the sanctity of morning, of the stillness in the moments before the world woke.
Red, however, caked and glistened on skin, the dirt sticking to his body in places he hadn't even bothered to survey, all coming together in a painting of rust and skin. The adrenaline still echoed accompanied by his laboured breathing with the scent of the kill not too far off as he walked up the steps to Jorrvaskr.
He got the odd glance from a passer-by or two, but no one would dare comment when looking at the scowl on his face, a snarling emotion on the tip of his tongue. It wasn't the first time he had marched through Whiterun in this state, adrenaline sticking to his skin and clawing to be released, his work as a companion a good veil to hide behind at the moment, although he rarely did the walk of shame in only a tattered pair of trousers that left little of his physique hidden from view.
Jorrvaskr seemed mostly empty, lone body basked in the light of the fire as you flipped through a page of the book in your lap, unbeknownst to the man watching the fire dance over your face. He felt the warmth bubbling beneath his skin at the familiarity, that clawing emotion as he watched heartbeat after heartbeat until you sighed audibly, neck craning and by chance catching his gaze.
A smile flashed across your face at the sight of his return even in the state that he was in, a feeling simmering under the surface at that very state, and you stood, making the quick journey to where he stood planted to the floor, book forgotten as you wrapped your arms around his hulking form.
His head craned at the display, face pressed into your hair and inhaling the comforting scent that lingered. Your body felt soft and warm pressed to him, despite the crimson bleeding onto your clothes from his body.
You pulled away ever so slightly to look up at his face, gold still swirling in his irises, and you felt the rush within your veins as your fingers pressed against his heated chest, pressing your body to your toes to reach his lips and kissed him.
He tasted of something tangy, something bitter between the notes of pine and dirt. He tasted of promise, of familiarity, of home. You sighed against his lips, body angled towards him, his hands firmly on your hips.
Your body retracted, fingers slipping across his arms and resting around his wrist before pulling away and then pulling him behind you. He allowed you to lead him away, sweet scent lingering in your sway, the perfect motion of your hips as you walked down the familiar hallway towards his room within Jorrvaskr.
The sticky adrenaline sat on his skin, slight haze still lingering at the edge of his vision, but he watched you, angel in the mist, clear as day in the center of his vision until you reached his room and swiftly closed the door.
He found the image of you grounding, the scratching at the pit of his stomach just under the surface as his eyes travelled across the lines of your face, travelling down the length of you, fingers twitching in need of you, of something more primal, and he balled his hand into fists, the picture of patience as your fingers pressed against his marred chest and reached for his lips.
The kiss wasn't meant to be soft, wasn't meant for the niceties or display, it was meant to get a message across, body pressed to his, a sloppy wet thing that had you sighing into his own, body malleable and wanton under his firm grip.
He caged your body against the bar, breaking contact for a moment to regard you, fingers wrapping around the tunic that hung over your body with little care and ripped a slit down your chest with a powerful tug.
A gasp slipped past at the sudden action, feeling it feed the need growing between your legs and quickly pulling the tatters from your shoulders and letting it pool around your feet.
His hands pressed into your skin, the rough texture running across your stomach as he got reacquainted with your body, eyes following the movement before curling around your hips and pulling you into him. He breathed in deeply, pressing his nose into your hair. Perfection within his grasp, such a perfect little creature, so pliant and alluring.
It took some debating within himself to retract from your body and sink down to his knees, eyes trained in front of him when he was eye level to your clothed core, slight smirk at the scent of you so heady and needy. His fingers ran up your legs and pressed into the skin just above the pants, so soft beneath his touch. He dragged the material down along with your underwear, eyes shifting to your own. He held the contact, gratified in the tension and the light dusting on your cheek as he unwrapped you until the pieces of clothing joined the other on the floor.
Home, he mused again as he breathed in your arousal, teeth barred as his fingers pressed into your bare skin, pulling you towards his wanton lips, tongue aching for a taste as it pressed to your clit, quickly finding its way down your slit. The feeling that washed over him at the contact was not one he could accurately give name to, but it was one that strengthened with each time he found himself in this position and one that strengthened when you cried out to him, hand buried into his hair, nails scratching his scalp. It was the very same when his teeth would sink into you and your body would arch into him.
You tried keeping your thoughts to yourself, keep some form of decency in regards to the others in Jorrvaskr but with him between your legs it was hard to think straight when the pleasure would wash over you time after time and all you could do was take it, especially with how your sounds would encourage his actions.
He took hold of your thigh, slinging it over his shoulder as he devoured you, a desperate action as you held onto the bar for support. It felt all encompassing, the way his tongue worked you over, fingers pressing into your skin so hard it might leave a reminder. The coil in your lower abdomen tightened despite yourself, ready to lay it all on him in a moments notice and that you did, limbs shaking as your body tensed, moaning out into the air as he drank you in, drop after drop echoing down his throat and once again he thanked the gods for the day you walked up those steps and stepped into his life.
Your grip on him slacked once he let your leg down from his shoulder, careful to keep you standing once he rose, content expression on his features while your high glistened in the bristles of his beard.
"So good for me." He murmured as he took your face into his grasp and pressed a kiss to your lips, a silent moment as you sighed into his warmth.
His hands were impatient as they slipped across your skin, over your ass, over your ribs, cupping over your breast before curling into the material, flimsy little thing that he could tear with a mere thought, but he refrained, almost delicate in how he loosened it from your body before haphazardly throwing it across the room.
"You will be the most delicious thing I have tonight." He breathed, hands reach for your hips and promptly flipping you around so your back was to him. He was quick to press against you, warm chest against your back, kiss pressed to the side of your neck, something firm against your backside as he ground his hips into yours with increased will and desperation.
"Farkas… Please…" Your voice so sickeningly sweet against his heated skin, your want written on the walls even when he could taste it on the surface of your skin. A growl emitted deep from within his chest that you felt as it travelled to your core.
Your hands pressed to the bar, legs shifting slightly to take in a comfortable stance, body bending slightly as you presented yourself to him in a way that wouldn't leave much room for teasing.
You were a dream, a vision that called to him, haunted him, and here you were, warmth beneath his fingertips. He never wanted to wake from this. His fingers ran up the length of your spine and back again, feeling the soft skin beneath his touch until his hand curled around your hip, shifting your position slightly as he reaches for his cock with the other, groaning as he pressed to your warmth with his pants shifted barely out of the way.
Your fingers wrapped around the edge of the bar when you felt his cock probe your entrance, eyes shifting closed as your chest pressed to the wooden surface, waiting for him to breach.
He ran his cock through your slick folds a few times before he pressed to your cunt, feeding the head and feeling your body give way to the intrusion. Soft sound slipping past your soft lips as your body adjusted to him, feeling more and more of him slip into you as time passed. He stilled once he was pressed to the hilt, hand smoothing over your back comfortingly as you adjusted.
"That's it." He grunted, wanting nothing more to fuck his shape into you but pressed the words through clenched teeth, focussing on your breathing and not the twitch of your body under him until you moved first. "Taking my cock so well."
You held onto the words as they slipped from his lips, his voice feeding into your lower abdomen and the pulse you felt there. A few moments passed until you moved your hips, signalling that he could move. His hands wrapped around your hips, eyes glued to where you were connected when he retracted some and then harshly slipped back in.
The feeling washed over you as he moved, sound falling from your lips at the feeling of him filling you up so perfectly. His hand slipped under your body, hand wrapping around your breast, and just felt the fat in his palm as he thrusted into you.
Your hips slammed against the wooden surface each time he slipped back into you, sure to leave some bruising in the next few days as a reminder of the ecstasy you felt in this very moment, of his grunts as he filled you up to your skull. You moaned, your hand wrapping over his as it held onto your breast, his name on the tip of your tongue as you clenched your eyes shut, feeling your high coil in your lower abdomen.
"Close already?" His voice roughly echoed against your skin, shifting his hand to curl into yours.
"Farkas… Please… I…" You whimpered, body feeling so hot and lingering right on the edge.
"I'll take care of you." He untangled his hand from yours, reaching to the front of your body and pressed to your clit, rubbing tight circles against it. A few moments before your cry of his name echoed in the room, body shaking beneath him and walls clenching around his cock.
He didn't let up the motions as you cried, only stopping when you had physically pushed his hand away from you as your body shook.
"That's a good girl." He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck in a moment of tranquillity before his hips snapped back into you, chasing his own release within the warmth of your body, fucking you like he hated you until his body stilled, growled out your name as he filled your cunt with ribbon after ribbon of his warm seed, watched it leak out of you too before he fucked it back into you until he slowly came back to the moment.
He breathed heavy once he slipped from you, committing the sight of you like this to memory before he turned you to face him, pushing your hair from your face before laying a chaste kiss on your lips, he lingered a moment, grey eyes looking down at you before he picked you up, carrying your body to his bed, placing you softly upon it before getting in behind you.
His hand stretched around your warm torso and pulled you into his chest, holding you close as he closed his eyes, thanking the gods for whatever divine source had put you in his path.
Tags/ triggers: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Out of Character, Gage POV
Wordcount: 1338
She trusts him, he realizes one night as she bares her throat to him, head thrown back and eyes closed, and he wastes no time to attach his lips to her, teeth grazing, but he doesn't bite down. She trusts him, he thinks to himself as his hand lingers on her neck with the full knowledge of where she drew her lines. If he had realized this sooner, perhaps he would've done something about it, Perhaps pressed down, shown her there was no space for something as fragile as trust in Nuka world and definitely not between him, but he doesn't, his hand slips to the back of her neck, and he kisses her, deep and wanting, something in the vein of violence when he presses against her, and she sighs, content in the action and illumination of his want for her, and she's intoxicated, entranced when her eyes open, and she has the nerve to bite her lip when she looks up at him and in this moment he knew he had lost.
It was easy to fall into her bed when he looked back, soft flawless skin and that smile on her lips when she looked at him, but he should've known what she'd do to him, what a mess she'd create. She was a pretty face, a gamble when it came to colter, but she had put him in the ground with some effort, and he kept his side of the deal.
She was close and never complained when he took her, he could excuse the lapse of judgement, but the way he had allowed it was all his doing. He allowed her to creep in at night and steal his sensibility, allow her to warm his side and watched her sleep soundly while he thought of how easy it would be for anyone to take her from him.
He hated this feeling that pressed on his chest with the realization that only her smile could sooth it. He hated that her look could make him hesitate, hated that he couldn't find it within himself to hurt her in her most vulnerable state.
Instead, he found himself craving the sounds falling from her lips, his name rushed and wanton when she'd bite into her lower lip, so much that he could taste the copper when he kissed her.
Gage slipped his hand between their bodies, fingers running along her slit that she reacted to by opening her legs further. He pushed into her, finger having virtually no resistance with how wet she was for him, and still soft sounds slipped from her full lips when he pumped it in and out of her cunt.
She was a vision, a dream when he took in the image, something not found in Nuka world and still, when he shared her bed it was hardly enough, when he tasted her, when he pushed her. He had no right asking these things, be given these things, but she seemed to be unaware of these facts, wholly content in his presence, his jagged touch and a part of him felt the knowledge grating on him.
Her fingers pressed into his skin as her body writhed on the mattress, lost in the moment as she murmured his name, angelic as it fell from her plump lips.
How could he ever again detach from her, he contemplated, as he removed his fingers from her, watching as her high leaked from her cunt when he pressed his coated fingers to his lips, a well of sensation at the taste of her. If only he knew the gravity of the situation sooner, he mused, cock pressing against his pants at the promise of finally being inside of her, feeling her warmth and soft skin beneath his palms, hearing her cries of pleasure while he bullies his cock in and out of her accepting cunt.
His fingers worked diligently, fast in its movements to pull down his pants while she watched the scene play out between her legs, dragged her lower lip between her teeth when he pulled his cock free, shifted slightly at the renewed need forming in the pit of her stomach.
He wasn't one for beating around the bush, dragged his cock through her folds at the first opportunity, got some gratification when she shifted at the action before he lined up to her, pushing into her, holding down her body by a bruising grip on her hip which was soon followed by his other hand, and he worked himself up to the hilt.
His hand smoothed over her thigh, hooking it over his hip as he watched her for a moment, her eyes clenched shut as her body adjusted, fingers slightly digging into his bicep at the pressure between her legs, but she offered no protest when he moved beyond the sound falling from her lips. She felt like heaven, honey on the tip of his tongue as he tasted her skin, cock coated in warmth and slick, making a home inside of her.
His movements were in no way graceful, jagged motions to feel every inch of her cunt wrapped around his cock that pushed her closer and closer to divine release, bullying his shape into her so no other could fit the puzzle, wrapped his hand within her own despite himself and whispered that it was for the control, to hold her down but when her fingers entwined with his own, he knew it had moved beyond that. He should've recoiled in disgust at the idea of it all, the softness upon which he looked down at her while he fucked her like he hated her.
She cried out for him, her hips bucking along with his, and he silenced her cries with his lips, not that he minded the sounds slipping beyond Fizztop, and it would aggravate him in the future, but at the moment, her soft lips working against his while he swallowed a version of his name as her fingers dug into his bicep it was
divine.
She was close, he could tell by now, gorgeous little thing tethering on the edge, biting back her release. It made him smirk against her heated skin, hand reaching between their bodies to press against her clit, running tight circles with his calloused
thumb.
"Come for me." His voice echoed, gruff sound contaminating her mind and wishing only to please the man above her, layering so much pleasure on her body. She did what he asked, as she always did, cried out when her body tensed against his, back arching off the bed and head turned back as she tried to breathe through it. Wave after wave he watched as it rolled over her lips, watched and felt the release, but he did not relent, hips bucking rapidly in his search of his own release within her tight cunt.
He pressed deep within her when he came, rope after rope of his seed filling her and her hand delicately pressed against his chest, lidded eyes looking up at him in the haze, soft locks framing her face, and again he felt it tug at his heartstrings. His jaw clenched, fingers lifting from their bruising grip as he pulled out.
He watched for a second, fascinated as his release slipped from her cunt, her body glistening in perspiration, chest rising and falling rapidly. He reached over and grabbed hold of a rag, the least he could do, he reasoned, as he pressed the cloth to her core.
When he falls beside her unceremoniously, she's the one to pull closer, fingers pressing on his chest, soon followed by her head and he closes his eyes. He should leave, he mused, could even come up with an excuse to sooth her mind if he so wished, but his limbs stood planted, hand lingering on her bare back before settling on her hip. She would be the death of him, the new thought forms, and perhaps he wouldn't be so opposed to it.
Tags/ triggers: dubious consent, bliss, on the desk, p in v, knife kink only mentioned, praise, voice kink
Word count: 1560
a/n: not the best but still posting it
Adrenaline spiking in your veins, flashes of red, memories... Something akin to anger pulsing and a lifeline, the words worn down in your skin.
"Perfect, good, yes." Spoke with so much reverence and you would follow it anywhere. The light within the dark void, the saviour within the mist.
You felt static at the tips of your fingers, a dullness within your head, and a sudden soft pressure on your stomach as Jacob held you to his chest.
There was a different aspect to watching you come to in his arms, covered in blood and grime and muscles taut as you blinked through the motions, pliable under the circumstances but still rigid. His lips were at your neck as he waited, the image of patience as he waited for your mind to clear some before he would do any more.
Your eyes blinked down, his arm wrapped around your torso, pistol still held firmly in your hand and your fingers twitched, gun falling to the ground with a sudden sound that made your body jump slightly. You frowned at the object, blinking much more rapidly as you found that your eyes had a burn to them.
"Shh..." The voice pressed against you again, feeling his fingers slip into yours and held it firmly, kicking the weapon away in a quick motion. "You're safe now, you're home."
You felt your body relax against him some, leaning against a firm chest. Your head twisted to the side and took in the image, familiarity bloomed once he was in view, a calmness spreading as you turned.
"You did so well." He spoke, softly moving a strand of hair behind your ear as he watched for the haze within your eyes to show some clarity.
Something swirled within your stomach at the praise, pressing your fingers to his chest and feeling the rough fabric of his jacket underneath it, taking in more detail in be the second. Recognition. Familiarity. Repetition.
You blinked up at him, soft lines as he regarded you, blue eyes that could only belong to him and lips, oh his lips that could have you on your knees in a moment's notice, that can have you shaking just the same.
You lifted yourself slightly to meet him, lips pressed against his in a less than coordinated way, which he made up for in turn as his hands wrapped around your upper arms. The moment was intoxicating, addicting, jagged motions as you searched for more of him, your body following the path which your lips had set as you pressed closer to him.
His arms wrapped around you, pressing your body flush to his as his lips started getting more insistent, dragging more from you as the environment came to you, until he pressed you against the desk in the middle of the room. Papers be damned as they fell, his attention solely on you.
Hands struggled to make a decision as they pressed and prodded against the other's body, drinking in the moment under a veil of urgency. His fingers wrapped around the hem of the shirt you were wearing, now marred and discoloured compared to a few days ago, pulling it from your body with your help.
His hands smoothed over your skin, swallowing once he cupped your breasts. He admired the fill of them in his hands before curling his fingers around the flimsy material keeping most of them hidden and reaching for his knife. He slipped the metal between your breasts, knife edge faced towards him as he quickly sawed through the material and watched as they spilled freely.
He watched for your expression as he pressed the knife against your skin, running it across the curve of your breasts, no remnants of fear or worry in your skin as your nipples hardened. Something to explore another day when he hadn't been hard just from watching you run the trial.
He quickly dropped the knife to the desk and harshly fought with the button on your pants, needing to free you of all these layers and feel the clench of you.
Once he had your pants and underwear around your thighs, he took hold of your hips, flipping you onto your stomach as if you didn't weigh a thing. He was quick to press against your backside, hardness grinding into the flesh of your ass as he pressed a chaste kiss to your shoulder.
"Such an obedient little thing." He commented, fingers slipping under you to run through your slit and then slip into you. You closed your eyes at the feeling, a soft content sound slipping past your lips at the slow sensation of him touching you. "So good for me."
You whimpered softly when he retracted, stayed in place as you heard the zipper and shuffle of material. He quickly lined up to your cunt, hand pressed into your hip as he popped the head of his cock into you, fingers clenching at the feel of your cunt sucking him in. His hips jerked as he worked you open, jaw clenched at the tightness of you until he rested at the hilt, taking a breath as his hands slipped over your bare back, images and ideas swirling in his head until he found one he could settle on, fingers wrapping around the back of your neck to keep you in place before thrusting once, revelling in the sound that slipped past your lips at the sudden movement.
You always took it so well, sound slipping from your lips, that he always made a feeble attempt to silence at the start, perhaps just for the control of it all rather than the danger it posed when the sounds reached beyond the door. His fingers slipped from your neck and wrapped over your mouth before he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.
"Wouldn't want them to come see what the commotion is about." He started, like he had done before, a little less conviction behind it every time. He didn't mind either way, but he did like the way the words made you clench around him every time. "Wouldn't want them finding you like this, would you?"
He would wager there was a part of you that did want it if judging solely by your reactions, but it was a subject yet to be breached once you were coherent, still he made the effort to laud the option Over your head while he pressed into your heat.
Your eyes clenched as he pressed into you, sensation baked into your veins with every movement of his cock inside of you, body craving more from him with every moment that past, more reminders, more memories, more cries, more of him filling you to your skull. Your body rocked into the desk, bare as the day you were born with his hand muffling your cries, a feeble attempt that was more for show at this point when you think of all the times you had cried out to him, and he had egged you on.
You felt like you were floating, not yet fully awake within your limbs but feeling the motions through a slight haze as the sensation returned to your limbs, all you could be certain of was the pressure between your legs and the way your stomach was tensing.
Your fingers wrapped around the edge of the desk, wetness gathering on your cheek at the prospect, at the way you needed to fall. His hand slipped from your lips, resting firmly at your hips as his own snapped into you with renewed vigor, chasing the same high you were moments away from experiencing.
"Jacob… Please..." You cried into the air, a ragdoll as you shifted on the desk as his hips snapped.
"Come for me, (Y/n). " He grunted, fingers shifting towards your shoulders and used the leverage to push you back on him. "Be a good girl for me... Come on..."
You could imagine that he didn't know the power his words had on you, in and out of the trials, or he did with the way you always abided. Your cries had lost all coherence, babbling nonsense into the air as you stood on the precipice, feeling the sudden spike when you fell into the abyss.
Your body tensed, thighs shaking as you clenched around him, body running through the motions while you screamed into the room. A few moments before he could physically move again, fucking into you now as he chased his own release, finding that it wasn't a few ways off as he came pressed into you, twitching as his warmth spread within you.
It was a few moments, and he pulled his cock from your sensitive cunt, feeling the high leak down your thighs. It was a beautiful sight watching the scene before him, the perfection of you obediently pressed to his desk and his high on your skin. You were his, and he would find it extremely hard to consider an alternative.
He pulled your body upright, letting you sit on the desk, exhaustion within your eyes, and he took the time to make sure you were alright. A glass of water pressed to your lips, soft touches running down your back. He would look after you as you look after the project when you are under.
Tags/ triggers: corpse(not for sexy purposes), powered down soldat, smut, p on v, pwp, praise, porn with feeling, fingering, no aftercare, extremely shoddy attempt at the science, there is no science- just a flimsy skeleton to justify the pwp
Wordcount: 3420
Silence blanketed, an eery cold thing, punctuated by the background clash of steam escaping and the grind of machinery. It was almost comforting in an odd way, a symphony in the dark even with the knowledge of what dwells within, even with what grants you slight immunity.
But the silence persisted, and he was staring. His eyes grey and void of emotion, an abyss in need of filling, but you lacked the finesse it took. He was studying the movements, and you knew that, slight anxiety settling in your nerves. Did he really have to be here for this, today? Your hands ran over your face and stayed there as you clenched your eyes shut tightly for a moment.
Heisenberg had put his trust in you, something you believe was misplaced, and something that did not help in this very moment. You needed to succeed, show him that what he assumed of you could be true, but it wasn't working. The bolts wouldn't tighten, the plates were too thick, the cords curled the wrong way, the fibres were too fragile, the bodies too soft. You had watched him work a thousand times, hands diligently working on those bodies, melding metal with flesh and yet, when you are faced with the same, hands tremble and make unsure motions. It was frustrating, infuriating.
"Mr. Doe giving you problems?" He finally spoke. The unmistaken drag of Heisenberg's voice breaking you through the surface, rather abruptly, as you turned to face the man that was taking strides in your direction.
"He's been… difficult. " You respond, looking back regrettably at the body whose cavity laid half open across the desk with no semblance that life would ever return to his limbs. Almost tauntingly, the body stayed tranquil, lifeless.
"I see. " Heisenberg hummed, despite the favour of filling the silence, you doubted he did in fact see your predicament when he could just fix him right up. He leaned against the desk as he lit a cigar. "Do you know what's the secret to life?"
You looked at Heisenberg for a moment and then back at the experiment, no words coming to mind that could tell you what answer Heisenberg expected of you.
"Love. You need to show them love, (Y/n)." He said after you were quiet for a moment. He glanced over at the body. "It's not a shopping list that you tick off. You're reanimating a human man, he'll let you know what he needs if you just listen."
Heisenberg pushed himself from the desk and stood in front of the body, eyes analysing the work before him. Each body was different, no plate was the same, each reaction different. His hands reached into the cavity and shifted the plate and picked up a screwdriver, tightening a screw that kept the contraption in place. Two turns and a reddish orange light flashed, and he switched off the power source.
"You were almost there." He commented as he glanced over at you. "You seem distracted today…"
"Just tired."
Heisenberg took stock of the rest of the room, circling around you as you glared at the body. It was simple, you had watched him fix them a million times, why did you find it so hard to make a choice when you're the one in control. Perhaps it was fantasy, thinking you could do this, fight against death, fight against creation. Suddenly, your thoughts came to a halt at the hair rising at the back of your neck. He had stopped behind you, head dipping down to get closer to your ear, a new plan already unravelling within his mind.
"Perhaps a little frustrated, hmm?" He spoke softly, hand placed on your hip. You could just picture the smirk on his face that was evident in his voice. You watched as he blew the smoke from the cigar past you, bitter smell invading your space. The thought, that you should be annoyed, flashing briefly. "Do you need to relax, buttercup?"
It wasn't the first time he had used phrasing in a similar vein and by the ease in which the situation unfolded, it was starting to develop into a routine which was a cause for concern given the limitations you had placed on yourself, given his predisposition and future plans. He was breaking the rules and lies you tell yourself to keep from falling too far, he was now a repeat offender, and it didn't help that lately he had seemed more… Observant, more conversational… friendly even.
You turned around abruptly. "Karl, I-" You started, but the thought evaporated once your eyes locked onto his. It wasn't fair how they pulled you in, into a world of hope where everything you felt didn't end in tragedy. He had a way of lowering your defences, the way his eyes sometimes held a spark of hidden kindness and the way your body felt pulled to his that you disregard the cost. It was hard for a brain to keep up with the speed at which wants and needs rapid fired under skin, and it wasn't fair how you didn't want to pull away.
"It's not a hard question, (Y/n). " He stated simply, placing a few stray hairs behind your ear. "Either it's yes, or no."
You swallowed, so much telling you it’s the wrong idea to get tangled with this again, that to allow it so explicitly, it will be so much worse. It wouldn't be lust or an error in judgement, it would be a clear choice from both parties. You couldn't explain it away another time.
"Yes." You responded, breaking eye contact for a moment. "You're right, I need to relax."
"I was hoping you'd say that." He stated, smile spreading across his lips as he reached to put out the cigar on the desk, next to the corpse.
It was almost gentle in the way his fingers brushed over your cheek, brushing against your heartstrings in a way you did not need. He looked at you in a way that made you feel like he saw something special. The moments before your lips physically touched were too intimate for your liking, but it would also be the thing you would cling to in the days to come. Your hands pressed to his chest, heat under your fingertips as his tongue swept over your lips, slow moments drenched in agony as you waited for the inevitable impatience to take hold, the primal push and pull as he took over you.
His hands moved, lingering and pressing into the flesh until he found your thighs, effortlessly manoeuvring you to half sit on the desk as he pressed himself between your legs. Admittedly, you should've been more concerned with the corpse slash homicidal monster that laid lifeless on the very same, but you couldn't find it within yourself to care that much when his body shallowly rocked into you, soft sensation rubbing against you in a way that was more frustrating than it was giving.
His tongue pressed to the curve of your neck, beard scratching against the skin as he held you to him, taking a deep breath. Intoxicated by your scent and warmth. His teeth grazed across the skin, a tasting that felt a little too intimate.
"How about you start by taking off these clothes." He stated, tugging on your shirt as he looked down at you, smirk lingering at the corner of his lips. "You won't be needing them for what I'm about to do to you."
You swallowed, wanting to shy away under his scrutiny, from the stage he often put you on. Your jaw clenched, fingers obediently going to your shirt and tugging it over your head. It wasn't a situation you particularly enjoyed given the anxiety that flowed through your veins at present, but the anticipation it caused and rush between your legs was quite evident. You removed the pieces of clothing one by one until you stepped out of the last, kicking it to the side and looking up at the man.
Quite evidently pleased with himself, his finger brushed against your lower abdomen, finding a path over your ribs and the curved of your breast until finally it rested under your chin. His thumb brushed against your lips, static lingering beneath his touch. It felt intoxicating as you peered up at him, grey eyes laying attention explicitly on you, the details, the pliable need and softness.
"That's a good girl." He praised, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as his hands slipped over your body, running over your lower back and resting on the curve of your ass, using the leverage to pull your bare body into him. You accepted the action, feeling how the rough fabric of his clothes ran against your nipples, how the material covering his noticeable bulge pressed against your lower abdomen, how the small friction sent shivers up your spine and settled between your legs.
Next, he pushed you onto the metal desk, a small feat given the purchase he had on your body. The metal desk was cold beneath your bare body, hardly the biggest issue you should've had with the action, but all seemed to wither away into obscurity in the moment.
His hand slipped into your hair, roughly pulling your head back to look at him as he stood close enough to feel the warmth from his breath fan over your cheek. Your hands gripped the table to keep yourself grounded, gasp escaping your lips.
"What will we do with you, (Y/n)." he hummed. "Such a good girl should be rewarded, should she not? "
Your lips parted at the implication, and you tried to nod at first, finding the grip he had on you was quite firm, and he would likely not be satisfied with the small action.
"Yes." You breathed an almost moan as your fingers tangled into his shirt. "Please…"
"Yeah?" he asked, that glint in his eyes as the hand, not currently keeping your face angled to him, slipped between your body and softly ran over your clit. You sucked in a breath at the action, a small burst of pleasure running through your body. "Then I should get to it, shouldn't I?"
The hold he had on you slackened, and he moved away, the shirt having to slip from your fingers when he slid down to his knees, eyes lingering on your cunt that was now eye level to his face. His hand ran slowly up your thighs, slight scratch as he ran his nails across the skin until the rough pad of his finger once again ran over your clit before he ran two digits down your slit.
Your muscles tensed at the action, the anticipation, and your hands curled around the edge of the desk. He was looking into your eyes once he dipped those two fingers into your cunt, watching intently as the breath left your chest and the feeling spreading across your body. He pushed until he was knuckle deep, curling his fingers slightly before rocking his fingers into you.
Your body rocked into his palm, a godsend every time you got to press your clit into his hand and feel an extra spark run up your spine. You needed this, the pleasure, the release and by god he made it all so alluring even with the turmoil hidden beneath your skin and the consequence of these actions.
Soft sounds slipped from your lips, the occasional call of his name as your body moved to his rhythm, only broken by his tongue pressed to your clit, but that hardly mattered when his tongue moved against you, wet and warm as you felt the release coiling within your abdomen.
"Please…" you all but whimpered, hand slipping into his hair as you grinded against him. "So close-"
A little frustrated when he detached his tongue from you to respond.
"My girl wants to come for me?" his voice punctuated, a whimper slipping past your lips as you nodded frantically as you tried to keep hold of your sensibilities in a moment where all you wanted was to let go. "Let me feel it, Buttercup. Show me how good I make you feel."
You followed his voice like a lifeline, feeling like you could cry when his lips pressed against you once more, fingers rocking against you punctually. It was all too good, too perfect the way he handled you, and you jumped, not really having a say in the matter at this point.
Your legs wanted to shut around his head, but he held you firmly, drinking you in as you let go. You cried out his name, nails digging into his scalp as you rode out the high, lost in the blinding heat for a moment as you came on his fingers, biting into your lip as he licked you clean afterwards as you shook in his hold.
"That's a good girl." he praised, tapping your thigh as he got back to his full height, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, not that it did much in terms of cleaning when your high still glistened in the bristles of his beard.
Your breath slowly came down. A mix of emotion as you looked up at Heisenberg while your high leaked between your legs with each hammering of the aftermath. Your fingers tangled into his shirt, body arching up into him, and he relented, pressing a kiss to your lips, holding the back of your head and pressing you into him. You could still taste yourself on him, tangy and warm.
Your fingers fought against his shirt, frustratingly trying to quickly rid him off his clothes and drag your nails across his skin, feel him split you open and say your name like it was the only thing left in the world that mattered. The matter getting slightly harder as he dragged his finger over your skin, running over your nipple. Only relenting to finally pull his shirt from his shoulders.
Next, you pulled on his belt, having a remarkable easier time unfastening it and dragging the zipper down enough to push it over his hips and watch his cock jump from its hiding place within his pants.
You bit into your lip and looked up at him when you touched him, small hand wrapping around him and eliciting a groan that originated deep within his chest.
His hands curled around the edge of the desk, allowing the moment with a show of patience as you handled him with your warm hand, hips bucking into you every so often.
"Lord Heisenberg." Your voice soft as you used the title, biting into your lip as you looked up at him. "Please …" you guided his cock towards your cunt. "I need you."
He took a moment to take stock, the needy look in your eyes, your body open and wanton, your hand wrapped around him, the way you used his name in an obvious effort to entice him to fill that warm cunt of yours. You really were something quite special.
His fingers ran up your thighs and pulled you closer, cock bumping against your sex in the action, before wrapping his fingers over yours and guiding himself to your entrance. Soft sound slipping past your lips as he entered you, thrusting shallowly and spreading your arousal as you whimpered under the pressure of being opened.
One could describe his actions as soft as he slowly pushed you farther up his cock, slowly working you open with shallow thrusts and his thumb running over your clit until you were skewered, hands pressing against his chest and he gave a few moments of feeling so utterly full before he pulled back.
His hands wrapped around your hips and pushed back into you, watching your face contort in pleasure, body bucking against his as you took him so perfectly, watching as he disappeared between your legs and glistening in your slick as he re-emerged.
You moaned at the feeling of his cock dragging across your walls, his name falling from your lips in a plea. His hands dug into your hips, his own hips snapping into you at an alarming pace, and you fell backwards onto your elbows as he still fucked into your warmth.
"Good girl." He commented, eyes trained where your hips met and dragging his eyes back to your flushed face as his hips snapped into you. "Taking this cock so well."
You bit into your lip at the words, feeling the flush even past the heat running through your veins, taking in the image of him, of the focus on you, the hard lines on his face, the way his hair framed his face as they jerked with each thrust into your cunt. He was too perfect, you decided as you closed your eyes and tilted your head upwards and breathed in through the onslaught of your body, pleasure pricking your skin as he pushed you back and forth on the table, taking what he needed from you.
In some ways, he was too good in a way that haunted you, good with his hands, good with the way he made you feel, good with the way he fucked his shape into you. A great mixture for a confusion concoction that admittedly fed into the quick releases and crying of his name but didn't bode well for the aftermath.
The tightening in your abdomen came all too soon, fingers wrapping over his wrist as the moans fell from your lips, a little more of this is what you craved, to be wrapped around his cock as you goes about the day and just feel him inside like a good little sleeve.
"Oh, I can feel you gearing up, sweetheart." He stated, hand coming to rest at the back of your neck and just slightly putting pressure as your eyes fluttered to him, keeping your body slightly arched towards him. "Look at me when you come, I want to see those pretty eyes when you come around my cock."
You bit down on your lower lips, fighting against your will to just lay back and experience the raging of sensation within your body, especially with the added pressure of his other hand rubbing at your clit, pushing the pulsing right to the edge.
Your hand rested against the wrist that held your neck, nails digging in once you cried out for him, fighting against the fluttering of your lids, entire body tensing under the weight of the release.
"That's my girl." He stated once your walls clenched around his cock, hand releasing you to fuck you through it, gripping tightly at your hips and searching for his own release within the tightness and warmth of you.
A few moments of overestimation, crying out for him as your body begged under the veil of too much in the aftermath of your release, he suddenly stilled with his cock pressed as deep in you as he could manage, grunting as his seed spilled into you in quick spurts.
It was a few moments of stillness, only laboured breathing within the room as the sensations settled and dulled until he pulled out of you, for a moment entranced by the way your combined high leaked from your cunt, and he had half a mind to push it back into you, plug you up all nice and good for him until he filled that sweet little cunt again.
Despite the thoughts he had, he helped you to sit back up, pulling up his pants in silence and then looking you over.
"How do you feel now?" It felt non-committal as he fiddled with his belt.
"Great." You hummed as you started reaching for your own clothing, even with the uneasy feeling within your limbs as the blood coursed through them once again.
"Good... Good." He responded, watching as you went on. Not the first time in this situation and it wouldn't be the last, but a part of him craved something else, to touch you now, to press a kiss to your temple and have you near, but he would not relent to that feeling, he could not. You promptly left to clean yourself up, and he watched as you left, feeling something was missing, and he wanted so to stop you, but he did not, like every time, he let you leave and promised next time he'd find a way to get you to stay longer.
Jacob Seed x f!Deputy •°• Voice in the dark △SMUT△
Title: Voice in the dark
Rating: Explicit
Category: F/M
Fandom: Far cry 5
Relationship: Jacob seed x F!Deputy
Characters: Jacob seed, Deputy
Tags/ triggers: Mutual masturbation, pwp, voice kink, phone sex? radio sex-, the sex is brief though, weird dialogue mostly, porn with feelings
Wordcount: 3990
a/n: Very me to do a dialogue heavy fic when I can't hold a conversation.
There was a silence one could appreciate, one only heightened by the sound of nature deep into the night, in the dark, in the forest. Away from the guns and hunts and the screams. Tranquillity, if not for the reality of the situation.
The howls were still at the door even when it's closed, the wolves still patrolled the streets in the distance. It was still hell, but there was a certain glimmer to the silence, the ambience, the nature of things.
Months hadn't felt as long, the deputy thought as she stared up at the ceiling in the cabin. The owners hadn't even done the most basic to lock the door, but that's just how it was lately. Strange places left abandoned or left open as a refuge for those who came after, or ransacked and left to wither.
It angered her to a degree and even more so when her mind drifted to him, the mountain man, the soldier. The way her skin heated, the way her stomach turned, the way she had allowed her thoughts to drift so many times. Perhaps it was just another sign she had completely lost touch with reality, or maybe she was punishing herself.
He was infuriating, controlling, and would never see another point besides his own. He was so wrong in so many ways, but why then did she still feel her cheeks flush when he praised her, the little good job's that left her heart beating just beneath her skin. Why did she care, why did she allow him to affect her so much, and by god why was he the thing she thought about in the deep hours of the night when her fingers were notably occupied between her thighs.
She sighed, eyes closed as she submitted to her own perverted thoughts of the man, another time she had decided against fighting it just for a taste of a quick release in this forest. She hadn't even done the bare minimum of pulling her pants down her legs fully.
She bit into her lip when a single digit entered her and curled. That stupid hair, that stupid smirk. Why did it have to look so good on him, and then he had that stupid voice, that gravel that sent a shiver down her spine when he was close. She didn't like the things he did to her, but she did like how quick the thoughts of him did get her off, especially in times like these where she had to constantly move to stay alive.
She chewed on the inside of her cheek as a thought brewed, her hand slowing, throat feeling dry. It was stupid, crazy, not at all what a sane person would do, especially in her situation, but she could... She could radio him like he had done countless times, she knew his channel, but it was wrong. He could use it against her, play that stupid song again, and she did not want to imagine her walking back to him, pants hung around her ankles as she stumbled to him like a lost puppy.
But she could hear his voice, hear the way he said deputy like it held some importance, perhaps even hear him tell her to come back to him, which inadvertently fuelled the parts of her that were attracted and craved the man.
She held the radio in her fingers, knowing in her heart she should definitely not be considering this. Even without the looming threat of who he was, this was leaning on the immoral side, but then again, morality had begun to lose its shine when all you see day in and day out is blood and death and lies.
She pressed the radio close to her face and pressed down the button, for a second she said nothing and then, "Jacob." She had said into the receiver, voice soft.
What's the chance he would even be awake at this hour, even pick up. She was nothing but a thorn in his side, if anything, he'd just play the song or come find her so he could put a bullet between her eyes himself. Either way, she'd get what she wanted with the radio call, hear him speak before her inevitable demise.
"Deputy?" The answer came back after a few moments, she could almost imagine the question behind his voice, but she would not push it that far.
Jacob, on the other hand, was looking at his radio, brows furrowed as he stared as if the radio would reveal the answer to his question. The first time she had called, first time she even acknowledged him on the radio. He could've easily dismissed it as the wrong channel, but she had said his name and he might've imagined it, but he could swear it lacked a certain hostility that had been present in their usual interactions.
She had been quiet, perhaps seeing the error in her ways Jacob had concluded, but she had reached out, perhaps intoxicated or worse given the time, but he still had plans for her and getting her to come back even in such a compromised state would be beneficial in molding her into his perfect soldier.
"What can I do for you, deputy." He asked, hand fiddling with the papers strewn over his desk.
Her heart pounded, it was definitely her worst decision by far, and his words didn't help. There were quite a few things he could do for her, in fact, as he spoke he was doing one already that fed into her darkest desires, liking how the title fit in his mouth, how he punctuated the word as it fell. Another thing he could do is to keep talking without her having to reciprocate.
She clutched the radio in her hand, what can she possibly say to that anyway.
"You could stop putting people in cages for a start." She chuckled softly, this was definitely not the move to get what she wanted but what could she do, he was going to stop talking to her eventually if she had stayed quiet, might as well give up on her previous engagements and find some entertainment in a conversation that would surely piss off the mountain man, maybe he'd call her back and manhandle her a bit.
Jacob looked down at the radio and then leaned back in the chair. He knew her reservations regarding his operation, but she rarely brought it up, perhaps because she thought it logical.
"You didn't radio me just to tell me that, did you?" He sighed. "Get to the point, deputy."
"How do you know I didn't." She defended, sitting up against the headboard of the bed and kicking her pants fully off in the process. "Maybe I decided someone needs to have a stern chat with you."
Jacob could hear her chuckle before the radio cut off again. It was odd, she was odd. It also gave him an odd feeling within his chest to hear her laugh, joy opposed to the aggression she showed him normally. She had to be playing with his head, there was no other option, but even with that knowledge he found himself drawn to this avenue, found himself intrigued by her change.
"Did you now?" He hummed, smile threatening to pull at the corner of his lips. "Do continue, I'd love to hear what you have to say."
And the turn in her stomach was back, the dryness of her throat, the part that loved when his attention was on her. She pulled her knees closer to her chest, his voice sounded lighter than usual. He didn't sound angry at her for not following his orders for once.
She thought about a response, but nothing worth his time came to her. "Why haven't you used the music box." She asked, heart pounding at the territory she'd rather ignore as she sank back down to her previous position. "You knew I'd be listening."
She hated knowing he had control in every sense. The control wasn't the problem, he had that to a degree regardless if he had the music box or not, with her need to make him proud, that annoying flutter when he was, but it was the control of her actions and the blackouts and the entire loss of who she was that scared her.
"It would be too easy." He responded, which had only been half a lie, it would have been easy, but more importantly, he would've liked her to make the choice.
"Hmm" she hummed, "Tell me again how Eli's the bad guy."
The previous lightness in her had left, and how he wished to hear her laugh again. She had been vulnerable, he imagined, to have radioed him this time of the night. Had some revelation, some doubt.
"He doesn't deserve you." He stated and for a moment he had said nothing more, the moment dragging on, and she could feel her heart beat against her chest again. She couldn't be that important to him, but how she wish she was. "He doesn't deserve your loyalty." He continued. "He's weak, you should've seen that by now."
She chewed the inside of her cheek a bit. "That doesn't really answer the question." She stated softly, though the question hadn't been all that important to her. This was going nowhere, just marching her own twisted mind in circles until finally she's going to snap.
"You didn't radio in to talk about Eli." He stated, and she could hear the rustle of paper in the background.
"Then why do you think I did?"
She frowned, Eli was as good a reason as any. He was as much a part of their lives as each other, but then again, Jacob always had a way of reading her.
"You're alone." His voice echoed in her mind, which had been true, she involuntarily looked around just to find she still was indeed alone. "Vulnerable." She looked down at her bare legs and sure one could say she was vulnerable. "Re-evaluating." Re-evaluating why she made the decision, that's for sure. "Make it easy on everyone and just come home, we can talk about it here."
Her heart skipped. The way he referred to her coming home messed with her head every time he had said it, every time she had briefly considered it just by how easy he had said it like she belonged there, with him.
"You had to know that wouldn't work." She stated. "But you were right." She sighed. "I was alone, bored. You should know by now my decisions are impulsive."
"Yes." He hummed. "It's one of your more pleasing qualities. "
"Oh, I have more than one?"
Jacob smiled softly, the lightness in her voice was back somewhat. "Would've killed you long ago if you didn't."
She stared at the ceiling, in another life she probably would've really liked Jacob. He challenged her, but also left room for her to figure it out on her own. In another life, she probably wouldn't have felt guilty for the images that crept in from the shadows, wouldn't have minded if he'd take her, home or just in general.
"That's sweet, I suppose." She responded. Ill-advised decisions everywhere tonight, eyes closed as the next words escaped her lips. It wasn't that they were very controversial or even that important, but they opened a door she knew she should keep closed. "Tell me about them... the qualities I mean."
It had been an opening, she hadn't forgotten why she had started this path and if he'd take the bait she'd get more than she'd bargained for. It wasn't just a voice lighting up her mind, but it would be personal, he'd be feeding right into the parts of her brain that wanted to go back to him, wanted to be manhandled by him, wanted to hear the words he'd say when she had been doing the trials.
Jacob knew it wasn't a place he should be, was definitely a place he should leave. It was too easy, she was still the enemy for god's sake. Perhaps it was the almost normality of the conversation, or it had been the lightness in her voice when he could almost see the smile. He was a little too quickly drawn into this web, a little too free with his words. Given the logic rarely amounts to making the right decision, however.
"You're formidable." He stated and paused. He should stop, right, everything in him knew he shouldn't play into her little game. "Fearless, a force." He sighed into the receiver, and for a moment there was silence. "You could be so much more if you just... I could help you be strong. "
"Don't you ever get tired of being strong, a soldier." She asked. "Don't you ever just feel like giving in"
"The project needs leadership and strength, there is no space for submission. And end is coming and we must be ready. "
"Forget the project for a second. "She almost whined. He really was all frustration to her specifically. "What is it you want?"
Her fingers trailed down her stomach and over her clothes core. The man was frustrating and one track minded, always with the project and making it sound like such a selfless act, such a glorious thing. He was never going to give her more than that, she might as well just take what she came for and be done with it.
Her hand dipped beneath her underwear and moved along the slit a few times before running to her clit, the pleasure building back up with each movement.
"You know what I want." She bit into her lip, even though he wouldn't be able to hear her when she's not pressing down the button. "I want you to stop being so defiant and come home for one, it's ridiculous, deputy. We all know you belong here and not with Eli and his band of merry men."
She knew she had to respond, but it took a few moments longer when she pumped two fingers into her. Belong there, home. She wanted to belong somewhere, wanted someone to care. It was a basic human emotion, and it probably spoke volumes that he was the man she had called on this night, that she constantly wondered if she'd just be another death in the ledger when one of Jacob's men eventually kill her. Would anyone mourn or miss her? Sometimes it felt like Jacob would bear the brunt of her absence, and even he would only hold mild annoyance.
"You know I can't do that."
Jacob furrowed his brow. She sounded odd, her voice had raised a few octaves, perhaps she had been having a breakdown and that's why she radioed him. Perhaps he had finally broken her. She had confessed she was alone, maybe she was crying in these early hours of the morning. There was only so much a body can take before it tears itself apart.
"Can't blame me for trying." He stated. "But tell me, deputy." He murmured, "What else did you think I'd say?"
It could be entirely possible that she had been intoxicated by him in her ear and her body submitting to the pleasure her fingers provided.
"Something a little more..." she breathed, fingers slowing as she spoke. "Interesting. "
He chuckled. "I'm sorry that my motives and wants aren't entertaining enough for you."
"That makes too of us-" just as she ended the sentence, she had hit a very specific spot, a slight cry echoing. It was surprising to Jacob to say the least, had she not said she was alone... it wasn't quite like her to not notice when her space was being invaded, which meant most likely she wouldn't be the type to be caught off guard.
"Deputy?" Jacob questioned into the receiver and for a few seconds there was only silence.
The deputy cursed and reprimanded herself, a stupid lapse. She wondered how much he heard or even anything at all, she might've not even pressed the button fully down at all.
"I'm still here." Her voice came soft, throat dry and fingers slightly shaking as she waited for a reply.
Jacob frowned, something was definitely up, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it.
"Still alone?"
Y/n heart beat a little faster, why in the world would he ask that. There were parts of her brain that ran wild with ideas, while the other was terrified he'd know what she'd done.
"Yeah?" Her voice came a lot weaker than before, a mere squeak in the night.
His finger tapped against the wood of the desk as the gears in his head started to snap in place. The questions, the fluctuations in her voice... She wouldn't. She definitely wouldn't. It was just his own perverted thoughts of her that craved the conclusion because surely the girl could never think more of him than his deeds. At least, even if he's wrong, she'd just amount it to his ego and not the things he wanted from her.
"Tell me deputy." He hummed. "Was I your booty call?"
She could hear him chuckle before it cut out. Her face felt like it was on fire, of course, she'll never admit to the man she constantly gets off by the thought of his hands on her.
"No." She stated incredulously into the receiver. "My god, Jacob." She frowned, maybe the last part was a little too aggressive.
Jacob chuckled, even if he was wrong, it had been a little entertaining to rustle her feathers a bit.
"So you don't mind if I end the conversation and get back to my work?"
Obviously she had no plan with this conversation, it had gone places briefly but mostly stayed walking in the same circle. No real new information or revelations.
She clenched her jaw and closed her eyes. And again infuriating came to mind.
"Jacob."
"Yes, sweetheart, something you want to say?"
Her body responded to the nickname not too negatively, and to be honest, she didn't like that she liked it.
"Don't make me say it."
A smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth, it was enough of a confession to push into the next phase, a phase he knew he should back away from, but he couldn't stop himself.
He hummed into the receiver, something that lingered on her skin. "I don't mind it."
Her throat was impossibly dry as she swallowed. She should walk away, burn the radio and then the veteran centre. Eradicate all roads that had led her here.
"In fact," he continued. "I'll help you, but you have to do something for me."
"What do you want."
Her voice was weaker than normal, but she was still playing along, which was a good sign.
"Play along." He stated firmly. "Let me hear you."
Her stomach churned at the thought. There were so many red flags but still she wanted to walk down the path and see where it led and more importantly, she did want to get off, who was she to reject such a generous offer.
"What's the catch?"
"No catch." He chuckled. "Just a simple transaction. What do you say?"
A few moments went by until an almost inaudible "Fine." Was heard.
"Good girl." He stated almost nonchalantly as he adjusted in the seat, his own cock twitching at the thought of her getting off on the thought of him.
Her fingers made their way back to her cunt, good girl echoing in her head as she entered two fingers into her again and bit into her lip.
Jacob closed his eyes momentarily, hand rubbing over his clothed cock as he thought about her alone somewhere, most likely a cabin away from everyone and everything, playing with herself at the thought of him, open and bare.
"So tell me, deputy, what did you expect from this call." Jacob asked, his voice having a sharper edge as he unbuttoned his pants. "Do you like when I say you're strong, do you like the praise or was it the fact that I could drag you back here any time I want... or that I'm the only one that could possibly understand you but forbidden fruit and all."
His hand dragged over his hardening cock as he waited for her, thumb softly circling the tip.
She didn't want to answer the question, for one, it means she actually had to know the answer to what made her mind wander, maybe it was everything, or maybe she just felt alone, and he pretended to know her inner workings, but the reasons didn't quite hold as much weight at the moment when all she wanted was that sweet release, all she had to do was play along.
When her voice came through, Jacob was caught a little off guard by the air behind it, the change of pace and breathiness. "Why don't you decide for me."
He could picture her, fingers deep in her cunt as she spoke. "Fuck." He cursed, but hadn't pushed the button down for her to hear. He spit into his hand and wrapped around his cock, moving up and down. He likes control, liked having her under his control, would kill to have her submit to him and here she just gave in to him like she wasn't the most infuriating and opinionated person he ever dealt with.
"I bet you look gorgeous on your knees." He grunted into the receiver. "But perhaps even better, riding my cock. What do you think?"
Well, that was different but not quite unwanted, the thought that he thought about her in compromising positions and got some gratification from it. The thought of him stretching her over and over or watching as he used her for his own pleasure, they both had merits and they both tightened the cord within her stomach.
"Jacob-" she moaned into the radio, thumb rubbing at her clit as she pumped three fingers into her. "I'm close."
There was something to be said about hearing her say his name with such desperation. His movements were more erratic with the revelation to hear her when he too submitted to the pleasure.
"Let me hear you, sweetheart. Let go for me."
Y/n moaned, eyes clenched as she raced to an end she wasn't sure she was ready to have with a man telling her what a good girl she was. She cried out his name when she fell, pleasure shooting through every nerve, while she heard him groan. Her movements slowed as she came down from the high and eventually stopped with her breathing coming out laboured, all the while hearing the man on the other side pleasuring himself at the thought of her.
Jacob thrusted into his hand, her cries for him pushing him so close until he groaned her name, milky ropes of his seed falling on his stomach and pants.
There was silence for a moment, time for consequence and guilt to set in and so it did, but through the cracks the heart sang, confessions of attraction that wouldn't quickly fade.
"Would it be low of me to tell you to come home?"
A smile tugged at her lips, feeding into that pesky part of her that wanted more from him than he could conceivably give. "I wouldn't except any less."
Jacob smiled too, knowing he was way too close but finding himself ignoring the warning signs. "Come home, we can talk more when you get here. Would even make those fantasies a reality for you, if you want."
Her smile faltered as she looked at the radio because she contemplated it, against her own will, and she wanted so to see him, feel his calloused hands on her, but she knew it could never be, this was the closest either of them could ever allow.
Porter Gage x f!reader •°• Under management △SMUT△
Title: Under management
Rating: explicit, smut
Category: f/m
Fandom: Fallout 4
Relationship: reader x Gage, ss x gage, female overboss x Gage
Characters: Gage, reader
Tags/ triggers: Mild dubious consent if you squint, p in v, pwp, smut, vaginal fingering, no aftercare, OOC
Wordcount: 1470
a/n: idk how I feel about this one yet, but it's finished and that's something to be happy about.
When he had offered to be the man behind the overboss you didn't think he meant it quite as literally. He had been quite to the point in that initial conversation, most of it purged from your memory under the exhaustion and blood loss, but you remembered the ease in which he shot down your objections and took the back-seat, come to think of it, he did like the proverbial back-seat in most of your interactions...
Many a times he found himself behind you, hand anchored to the back of your neck as he took the time to tell you how good you take him whilst filling your cunt up to your skull, pressed against the old mattress as you cried out. It had barely been a few days when he first found himself pressed to the hilt, a quick motion that ended with you bent over the countertop, stools rolling on the floor from the jagged movement.
You could feel it as you walked through the parks, his eyes on you as he trailed behind. A quiet patience, control that seemed to snap once his eyes were the only ones on you, when he could maneuver you as he liked, where he dragged beyond the title of overboss even when still referring to you as it.
You should not like that fact, you rolled the thought over in your mind, cloudy intention in the sanctity of Fizztop Grille. Barely even a word exchanged until he once again maneuvered your body effortlessly onto the bed, pants already dragged to the floor and fingers pressed to your clothed core, biting into your lower lip as you looked up at his hulking form.
"Like that?" He asked, but didn't wait for a response, merely dragged your underwear to the side and pressed a finger into your tight heat.
You sucked in a breath at the feel of it, body tingling under the promise of the sweet release, yearning for the press of him once again. Your hands pressed to his shoulders in a keening display as your body opened up to him, a softness beneath the jagged movement as he took the time to pull at the threads of your body.
You mulled the emotion in your head as your head tipped back and sucked in another breath, repeated the mantra that it was just pleasure, it was just the raider way, thoughts that crumbled under the weight of his lips pressed to the side of your face, of the words layered upon your skin.
You were easy, you wagered. Something easy to manipulate and fashion into what he wanted, to artificially move into a position to take control of. The notion only made real in your mind by how you responded when his free hand moved up your body, slipping under your shirt and wrapping around your breast. You pushed into him as he played with the weight of it, whispering his name under the threat of your release building in your lower abdomen.
He was gracious enough to press his thumb to your clit as your hips jerked pathetically against his fingers. Your hands clenched against his shirt, biting into your lower lip hard enough to draw blood when you chanced a glance up at the man. His eye was focussed on where his fingers disappeared into your cunt.
"G-Gage.." You whimpered, that lead his gaze to your face. "I'm so... Close."
The smirk on his face was unmistaken as he shifted his weight a little to better regard you.
"Show me." He stated simply, doing more purposeful movements with his hand. " I want you to come on my fingers... boss."
By now he must've realized what the term does to you, had to have felt the way your cunt flutters against him when he uses it. He didn't say anything on the matter, but he purposefully used it in your most heightened state, pushed you into clenching around him.
You came with his name on your tongue, nails digging into your palm as you clenched them against his chest, chest pressing into his chest as the sensations ran through your body, for a moment consumed.
You bit into your lip when he removed his fingers from your cunt, small sound falling from your lips. He sat back, fingers pressing into your skin as he dragged your underwear down your legs. He watched on, attentive in the way his eye lingered on your body and settled between your legs. His fingers pressed into the soft flesh, keeping your thighs spread for him in his assessment. He glanced up at your face as his hand covered your sex, and he then slid a single digit through your slick folds.
"You are quite something..." His voice carried across the room, fingers wrapping over your hip. "Spread out like this, all for me." He didn't plan on wasting much more time, as he pulled his cock free with a few jagged motions to his pants and slapped it against your cunt, a chuckle reverberating at your sound of surprise. "Such a pretty little thing."
He shifted a little to get a better angle, lining up to your entrance and swiftly pressed onward, not enough to be able to thrust to the hilt at first, but he quickly worked his way inside, quick sharp motions that sucked the air from your lungs.
He quickly found a rhythm, much less pressed on you than where you connected, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he used the leverage to pull your body towards his as he thrusted, watching as his cock reappeared and then disappeared again inside your warm cunt.
"That's it..." He grunted through the motions. "So fucking tight... So good for me, boss."
You bit into your fist, eyes closed under the assault, sensation pricking at your skin as you were submerged under the feeling of his cock filling you up again and again, feeling your body rock against the mattress as he used your body for his own pleasure.
Lost in the pleasure, you didn't quite notice the shift until he pulled harshly at your wrist, dislodging the appendage from your lips and pressing it beside your head, fingers locking to keep it in place as he hovered over you.
"Let me hear it." He stated as he looked down at you, dragging your thigh over his hip as he took you. "Don't you dare fucking hide it from me."
You whimpered at the request, soft babbling under the sensation that turned louder until you called his name in a plea that you weren't sure exactly what you were asking for.
His hand left your wrist, sliding between your bodies and pressing flat against your clit, pressing a kiss against your exposed neck when your head moved to the side.
"I want you to come with me inside you." He spoke against your skin, the finger on your clit rapidly moving at the tail-end of the sentence. "I know you can do that for me."
You could feel your thighs quiver at the sensations that wrecked your body, your own fingers pressing into the skin of his back. You closed your eyes, with all the turmoil and confusion he caused, you rarely found the courage to not give into whatever he asked. You relented to the pressure in your lower abdomen, crying out his name as you gave in.
Your walls clenched around him, his hand digging into your hip in his effort to keep fucking into your tight cunt as you fell. You watched your expression shift, body shake, and he swore he could thank whatever god was out there to have you land in his lap so beautifully, so obediently.
"That's a good girl." He breathed, hips sloppily thrusting forward until he stilled, pressed deep into your cunt as he came, ropes of warm seed painting your insides as he grunted against your neck.
He was never one for intimacy or showing affection, but he couldn't help the way his eyes washed over your flushed face, but neither would you see it and ultimately, he pulled out without a word and flopped down beside your half dressed body, placing himself back in his pants before zipping up, like nothing had even happened. The only evidence the sweat on his skin and the liquid spilling from between your legs.
He was courteous in his own way you suppose, when he handed you a glass of water and the fact that he didn't kick you out of the bed, or leave himself until some time had passed after the deed, but perhaps it would've been better if he had, then you wouldn't have any hope to cling to that this could be more than what it evidently was to him.
Tags/ triggers: intoxication, drinking, smut, p on v, low key werewolf vibes , more implied than stated, oral (female receiving), awkward dialogue, pwp,
Wordcount: 3900
a/n: Farkas is best boii
A soft glow blanketed the furniture wherever the fire could reach, laughter reverberating against the wooden walls as you held the tankard between your fingers. There was a certain blurriness at the edge of your vision, a certain childlike humour bubbling under the surface. You would wager, at this point, there might be a certain uncoordinated sway to your hips if you were to retreat to your room while Farkas showed no signs of stopping or faltering as he stood on the other side of the bar in his room, arms practically flailing as he tried to explain the size of his most recent kill, almost comical in his movements.
You felt the warmth of the situation, be it due to the drink or the company was up for debate. His usual set of armour stood lonely in the corner in favour of something a little more breathable in the social setting, just as you had done under the protection of the walls of Jorrvaskr.
His laughter died down a bit as he came to sit on the stool next to yours and you turned his way. Ever solid and muscular even without a shred of armour it was still apparent, more so even. The exact thought making your cheeks fire up slightly and eyes divert for a moment as you reprimanded yourself. He was your friend, your shield brother. It was inappropriate when he didn't feel something similar.
"It wasn't really that big, was it?" you teased, playfulness seeping through as you tried washing back the previous thoughts. There was no doubt that the man was telling the truth but not wanting the silence to linger around you without a similar tale of your own and staring at the wall of your own attraction was not something you'd want to get submerged in at the moment.
"I would never lie to you, (Y/n)." He stated, taking another swig of his drink. "You should join me sometime.." His finger tapped against the tankard as he continued. "We could… Maybe then you'll see for yourself."
"Yeah.. " you responded, worrying your bottom lip at the thought, not quite bothered by the danger it may pose but the inescapable truth that comes from it. Alone with him, several days and nights, watching him in action, drowning in his company. A slight heat rose at the apples of your cheeks. "Maybe I will."
You swallowed. "I should get to bed." You stated abruptly and stood, causing him to follow the action. You wobbled slightly as the blood suddenly rushed through the unused appendages, blood rushing to your brain when his hand on your shoulder steadied you which in truth hadn't been necessary and perhaps had the opposite effect when you looked up at the man. Stormy grey looking down at you, your own fantasies and feelings towards the man clouding your already questionable judgement, a mistake in the midst of the chaos within your chest, your eyes lingering on his lips a few moments too long.
And then it happened, like a prayer being answered or a dam breaking, lips pressed together and your body immediately melting into his. Perhaps a dream, an hallucination, didn't really matter in the moment. Seconds passed in an otherworldly state as your mind crawled back to you and before you could even fully react to the fact that the man you had been pining for had you in his arms, he broke the kiss.
"I'm so sorry. " he stated quickly, body retracting from yours and hands lifting in a show of surrender. I shouldn't have… You're… " He shook his head from side to side in an effort to clear the emotions swirling and find the words to make it right. "I don't know what came over me, you were.."
Your brows furrowed as he fell over the words. He was apologizing, the man was honest to god apologizing when the one prayer you believed would never get answered had taken its first steps.
"Farkas. "You stated softly, placing a hand on his arm to drag him back to reality. "It's okay." You felt your cheeks heat up, contemplating your next words. "I uh.. I don't mind it." You bit into your lower lip as you watched his expression change into a range of states in the span of 3 seconds.
"You don't… mind?" he lifted an eyebrow in question, the words feeling foreign as they fell from his lips but you could only respond with the nod of your head. You forced a small smile to your lips in spite of the anxiety boiling just beneath your skin.
"Ok.. Alright." he said, body relaxing a bit.
"Unless.. You regret it, then.." You swallowed thickly, feeling your cheeks flush impossibly warm. You looked down, brows furrowing as you collected yourself. "Then we can just forget it happened."
You heard a chuckle, odd sound in the moment as your eyes draw back to him. He shook his head slightly. "Regret it? Not in a million moons."
You felt your cheeks still burning, for an entirely different reason as a smile erupted on your lips. He stepped closer to you. His hand came to cup your cheek, eyes looking at your expression for any signs of discomfort before pressing his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. Your hands pressed against his chest, lips parting when you pressed towards him again, an action full of desire and need that felt all too apparent but still rewarded when your arms slipped around his neck and the air that surrounded you both changed in a split second. Lips parting to move against each, turning your body ever so slightly so he could push you against his bar as your fingers ran through his hair.
He pulled away slightly to look down at you, slightly out of breath and sporting tinted cheeks. You bit into your lower lip under the scrutiny.
"Still want to retreat to bed?"
You frowned at the words before your mind drifted to earlier, chuckling you shook your head.
His eyes flicked to his own bed for a moments before a smirk threatened at the corner of his lips.
"I do have a bed for you." He offered, a certain glint in his eyes as his hands rested on your hips. "But if I had my way, I doubt you'd get much sleep. "
A heat spread throughout your body at the implication of the words, momentarily at a loss for words until that same glint spread to your eyes. You pushed closer to him, confidence strengthened by the flow of events. Looking up at him through your lashes as you spoke.
"And what would I be doing then, Farkas?" You tried your best to keep your voice even, keep the heat from reaching your cheeks, most of all, keep an innocent expression plastered on your face.
He swallowed as his mind ran away with him for a bit, images rapid firing within his mind that could be labelled in some instances as improper but definitely as explicit.
"I.. Uhm.." He struggled with the words for a bit between his dry throat, your hands on his chest and trying to remain chivalrous while those eyes were staring up at him..
You giggled at his response, light sound that settled his nerves a bit.
"Well, I do have a few ideas." You stated, pressing your lips to his. Your hands slipped around his neck once more, lips working against his.
Farkas held your hips, fingers lightly digging into the skin as he fought within himself, fought with himself. This was everything he had wanted, craved.. Was it not? You all to himself, he wanted to mark you, make you his. He just struggled to process the flow of events that could end with you pressed to his chest, lips parted and open to his ministrations. You wanted this, just as much as he, he lamented. You were the one to deepen the kiss, you were more than a willing participant. Why would he hesitate.
His hands gripped tightly as he lifted you onto the bar surface, breaking the kiss to look at you as he settled his body between your parted legs. You bit down on your lip as he looked at you, almost predatory look as his hands lingered on your thighs. He dipped his head to your pulse point, fragile skin under his lips when he pressed a chaste kiss to your skin, breathing in your scent and feeling your warmth beneath his lips.
It felt intoxicating. His teeth grazed against the skin between wet open mouthed kisses and soft murmurs. You closed your eyes, teeth now digging into your lip and fingers slipping through his hair. Simultaneously too much and not enough when it came to the movements, the need for him so full in your veins after months of wanting and wishing. Your legs wrapped around his hips and pulling him into you, the act eliciting what sounded like a growl from the man that settled at your lower abdomen, teeth digging into your skin ever so slightly as he took a moment to breath you in and steel himself.
He wanted so to be gentle, wanted to be slow and considerate but there was another part of him that needed you and needed you now, that wanted nothing more than to bend you over this very bar and push into you, hear you cry out his name for everyone to hear , to dig his teeth into you, mark you for everyone to see.
"Farkas…"your voice was soft, beckoning his attention away from the struggle he was having within. Your eyes stilled the tempest. The soft call of his name falling from your lips, soft blush on your cheeks as you looked at him, worrying your lower lip.
He wasn't quite prepared when the next action was you lifting your tunic over your head, new skin exposed to his darkened eyes. He licked his lips, hands at your side, feeling the skin under his fingertips and then you reached to untie the small material that still hid your breasts from him.
His throat felt impossibly dry, swallowing when he cupped you in his hands, rolling the small buds between his fingers, watching how you bit into your lip and pushed your chest into his hands. He could feel his cock straining against the rough material of his pants but let it be momentarily in favour of wrapping his lips over your nipple, teeth grazing ever so often and the other hand kneading and pulling against the neglected breast.
You closed your eyes at the sensation of his wet tongue lapping against your nipple, arching your back slightly while soft sounds slipped past your lips. It only took a few moments before he needed more, more of you, more sounds, more of you wrapped around him, more of the taste of you beneath his tongue.
He let you fall from his lips, a certain mischievous glint in his eye when he came to stand full height and his hand softly ran over your clothed core. The sensation had you sucking in a breath, legs falling open a little more which he took as an invitation. He looked into your eyes when his hand slipped into your pants, finger experimentally running through your folds.
His head dipped down, warm breath washing over your ear as he spoke. "You're wet." he commented, voice rough and playful as his finger dipped into you ever so slightly before rubbing circles over your clit. "This all for me, (Y/n)?"
You couldn't find it in yourself to answer, audible sound slipping from your lips and hips jerking as it searched for more friction.
Suddenly, his hand stopped moving, a frustrated whimper leaving your lips when he retracted his hand fully from your pants. He pressed his lips to yours, a chaste thing that annoyed you to an extent, a slow build as his hands worked to pull the rest of your clothing from your body. You helped as much as you could, lifting your hips but your brain was in a state of short circuiting, torn between giving attention to the kiss and getting free from the pants in hopes of the act that would follow.
He broke the kiss when your pants finally fell to the floor, eyes taking it in. You bare on top of his bar, wet and open to his view. It was truly something to behold.
He licked his lips as his eyes fell between your legs, lowering his body until his face was level with your cunt, warm breath wafting over you while his hands firmly gripped your thighs.
He looked up at you when he licked a stripe through your folds, a small taste of you on his tongue. A taste that would surely linger and follow him into his dreams. You looked down at him, truly obscene image before you that had your mind reeling, muscles constricting and your hand weaving into his hair as you sucked in a breathe. Your pleasure audible as you gave into it.
His grip on your thighs was firm, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he tried to keep you still. You were so close, you could already taste it. Pressure building in your thighs and lower abdomen, coiling tighter and tighter with every movement. Sweet ecstasy at the tip of your tongue only perpetrated by his mouth on you and then suddenly everything stopped.
Something akin to anger bubbled in the back of your throat when he stood, no explanation or apology for the absolute frustration that littered your cells. However, he did take hold of your thighs and pulled you roughly towards him, pulling you into his hold and carrying you in the direction of his bed. Only a few paces but still you felt the need build when you felt the friction on your bare cunt, feeling the slight press of his bulge briefly in the exchange.
Once again he felt frozen for a moment as he regarded you, now sharing his bed. You were a sight, you were ethereal. Intoxicating perfection. None of these things felt right to confess, however. It was funny in a way, he literally had his tongue in you moments ago and he couldn't just tell you that you made him feel like the happiest man alive in this very moment. He never was very good with words that didn't make him feel like he was making a fool of himself, especially when it came to you. Sometimes he'd linger on that fact, just basking in your laugh and smile but this, this was different.
A smirk played on his lips when he crawled back down your body, ample space for his hands to slip beneath your backside and settle between your thighs once more. He used the leverage he had on you to pull you towards him, eyes looking up at you when his tongue ran over your slit and beyond. A few experimental movements before he was sucking on you again, one hand leaving your thigh to push a digit into your accepting cunt. You easily took the digit, even the second, even greedily accepting the third despite the stretch. You moaned for him, haze lingering in front of your eyes as your body responded, trying its best to jerk into him as he curled his fingers.
"I'm close.." you cried at the familiar feeling coiling within you, hands gripping the bedding beneath you to ground you, whether it had the desired effect was up for debate. Your heels dug into his back, body accepting the onslaught of sensation greedily and readily until it could no more.
You fell from his lips when he took the moment to regard you, body starting to show the signs of perspiration, hips bucking against his hand, rapid breathing as your chest rose and fell, eyes clenched shut. On the precipice. Whatever happens from this moment forward, he would not forget this moment, your bliss. The absolute ecstasy of knowing he was the one to supply that very bliss.
"Give it to me." he beckoned, voice low as he pumped his fingers into you. "(Y/n), let me feel it."
You came a few moments later, mind lingering on the words like a lifeline, his encouragement fuelling your desires when your body clenched around his fingers, wetness leaking from you that he took upon himself to lick clean. The act elongating the feeling as his tongue took from you to the point of too much, body squirming in the onslaught.
You breathed heavy when he finally found his way back up your body, fingers gently pushing a few stray hairs from your face as he looked down at your expression. You opened your eyes, feeling heat erupt from your cheeks that soon turned to frustration when you noticed the man somehow was still fully clothed when you had already came, bare as the day you were born.
Your fingers moved to the hem of his tunic, sloppy motions that did little for accuracy and more for making your intentions known. He took over the motion, seeming to take pity on you and pulling the tunic from his body and throwing it carelessly over his shoulder.
Your fingers pressed against his warm chest, running across the expanse of muscle that defined him until your hands wandered lower, a certain glint playing in your eye when you set a new goal, lower and lower. You worried your lip as you cupped his erection, not missing the hiss and clench of jaw at the contact, eyes momentarily closing as he tried to ground himself.
"Farkas.." Your voice sounded sweet like honey against his ear, the way his name fell from your lips as your fingers ran over the length of him. "I need you inside me." Need rolled in ripples at the idea of being stretched over his cock, of him fucking his shape into you, of the lasting indentation of his hands digging into your body and maybe the indentation of teeth to remember the occasion by.
His eyes snapped open when the words fell from your lips like a siren call, quickly ridding himself of the only piece of clothing that kept him from being buried in your cunt the way he wanted to for the past few months since you walked up the stairs of Jorrvaskr.
He groaned when he slid his cock through your folds, soaking in your wetness, your previous ecstasy apparent even in the low light. Your legs opened a bit more as an invitation, soft sigh escaping your lips at the soft contact. He hovered over you, holding up his weight by the hand planted beside your head while the other was busy lining himself up to your cunt.
"Ready?" he asked, voice rough as he leisurely rubbed his cock through your folds, the epitome of patience it would seem if not for the clench of his jaw and the way he gripped the bedding from beside your head in an effort to keep himself from losing control to the feeling.
You nodded a response, fingers pressing to his chest and thighs spreading a little more for him. He didn't wait for a second invitation, pressing his cock into you inch by inch, the soft drag of him earning a gasp while he groaned at the wetness and tightness of you as he stretched to his goal.
The muscle strained when he was pressed to the hilt, fisting the bedding as he waited for your body to adjust to his size, unwilling to push you through the pressure. A small distraction when he pressed a heated kiss to your lips, almost too soft in the way they worked against yours while his cock stretched you.
When you felt the pressure lighten, you broke the kiss, moan lingering in the back of your throat at the promise.
"Please.. Farkas" you almost whimpered, fingers digging into his biceps with a need rushing through you, thighs lifting ever so slightly to press against his hips.
Farkas looked down at you, breathless at your expression and the sway of his name as it left your lips. It was too good to be true and yet, he was definitely buried into you. This wasn't something he could make up so vividly, he definitely couldn't dream the taste of you so sweet and the look and feel of you so bare and open to him.
His hips gave a shallow, experimental jerk that elicited a small sound, warmth blanketing him and he pulled away only to thrust into that warmth again, moan slipping past your lips at the fullness.
He quickly set a pace that tethered on a little too rough, holding onto your hips as he pushed forth in rapid succession, revelling in the way you sounded off against the walls of his room. You didn't seem to mind the pace, that idea punctuated by the way you would cry out to him, begging him not to stop, legs wrapping around him and your fingertips digging into his back.
A fleeting wave of guilt at the sound surely slipping past the walls of his room, quickly silenced by the bliss of his cock pressing into you with each and every thrust. You cried out his name, a mantra between his growls and groans, and the wet sound of him fucking into you. Your hands clawed at his back, hips meeting his in a perfect symphony of moans and groans, a moment you wished could last much longer.
The pleasure crept, bled into your vision and skin, eyes clenched shut. His head slipped down to your neck, teeth threatening the skin below it. He wanted the claim, the evidence on your skin but pulled back, digging his forehead in the space beside your head and clenched his jaw. So close, he could keep that control, he cannot take what was not given, what wasn't even understood.
Your body clenched around him, legs wrapping around his thrusting hips, try as you might, coherent words had forsaken you as you moaned and mumbled in his grip, nails digging into his flesh as you held onto him. The fire within bloomed and his thrusts softened a tad, still hammering but conscious of the shocks that wrecked your body as it shook against his.
The tightness of you was hard to contend with, the way it hugged him and pressed. You felt euphoric and he wasn't one to deny himself the simple pleasure of drowning in it. His fingers pressed into your soft flesh when he released, hot ropes of his seed pressed into you as he grunted your name.
He didn't pull away immediately, silence filtered into the room as you both breathed through the emotion and comedown. Your hand ran through his hair and down his back softly as he held onto you. Moments that felt like eternity that in reality was mere seconds. He lifted from you, pulling out of you and then promptly falling next to you.
Months of staring at his front and backside, of tales amongst tankards and the danger of not returning. All the times you sank away from expressing your feelings and not seeing his. All the turns leading to this moment, the anxiety and relief, the fear and anticipation. It felt like floating and you just hoped he wouldn't yank you back down.
After moments of breathing in, he reached out to you, pulling your body into his. He was warm against your back, a slow simmer in your abdomen when his arm stretched around you. He placed a kiss to your shoulder and breathed you in.
"I've changed my mind. " Farkas spoke softly and smiled against your skin. "I'm not sorry about the kiss."
Gage x f!reader •°• There's benefits to being overboss -SMUT-
Title: There's benefits to being overboss
Rating: explicit, smut
Category: f/m
Fandom: Fallout 4
Relationship: reader x Gage, ss x gage
Characters: Gage, reader
Tags/ triggers: smut, pwp, p in v, oral(female receiving), against glass window and I wouldn't trust the windows at fizztop for shit, voyeurism but not really focussed on
Wordcount: 1900
a/n: Gage has never done a thing wrong in his life, I love him.
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One could say this life was volatile, violent, that one has to accept it and move on. But things were different here, the taste of blood in your mouth, the ache of at least one bruise on your body, lust in your veins, whether that be of the blood kind or another. It was primal, largely self serving, it brought together a base instinct that had been buried.
It was a different kind of gratitude to be shown this different way, to fight with blood and sweat and come out on top despite the odds or maybe it was something else, or rather someone else. Or maybe it was all one and the same.
A different kind of passion burned at the core of you now, a violent essence that was hard to satisfy and even harder to put into words. You knew what you needed and world be damned if it stood in your way, a new ideal that is hard to compare to the person that walked into Nuka world that first time, even harder to the person who got out of that vault.
You were jogged from your thoughts by a hand wrapping around your middle, chest pressed to your back firmly. You did not react beyond the slight tilt of your head in his direction and then back at the scenery in front of you as you stood in front of a window at Fizztop Grille. This was yours, there was no connection to the past and who you had been, a life you had never imagined paired with a body that somehow knew yours too well.
His head pressed against your shoulder as his lips ghosted over the skin at the side of your neck, soft for a time, perhaps it was his way of asking your permission. Reasoning hardly mattered given the circumstances.
Your shoulders relaxed a bit under his movement, surrendering to him and the moment. A pounding in your chest when he finally barred his teeth, scratching against the skin as he held you tighter against his chest.
"You're a real stunner, you know that." His breath washed over your skin, far from the first time he had made the comment but still something in the way he says it brings a warmth to your chest.
You turn around in his grip, facing the man. He had foregone most of his usual attire that kept him protected giving the idea that he came for a reason and it wasn't to talk.
You pressed your lips to his, a sloppy display as your hand came to rest against his cheek, his hands coming to rest against the curve of your ass. He was patient for the most part, one could probably also describe it as thoughtful in the way he handled you, a hidden softness between teeth and tongue.
"Gage." Your hand fisted in the front of his shirt, need growing within your chest at the way his lips moved against yours, the way his fingers pressed into your skin.
"Yes, boss." His response came, ever innocent in its tone, wanting you to say it despite knowing what you wanted, despite having came here for a similar reason.
"Don't make me beg."
"But I so enjoy when you do." He responded, smirk on his lips as he regarded you. ",boss." He pressed a chest kiss to your lips as he pushed you backwards by the grip he had on your hips until your back pressed against the glass. "So ask me nicely and you'll get your treat."
Despite the myriad of ways you could get him to do what you wanted without giving into his demands, you relented, hands pressing against his chest as he in turn pressed into you. "Gage.." you said softly as you looked up at him. "I need you to fuck me... but perhaps.." your voice taking a slight sharper edge when your hand slipped down his chest and ran over the bulge in his pants. "Perhaps you have something better to do than me."
Gage pressed his hand against the glass beside your head and took a breath and closed his eyes momentarily as he furrowed his brows, a little thing that can play so many parts in such a short timeframe, playing with fire at every turn and always coming out on top. He had his doubts when you became overboss, even some time after but in the moment he was so thankful for it. You were a wildfire and he would crave the burn to the end of his days but there was something to say about the emotion you create within him, a certain turmoil that had more than once brought him to his knees, sometimes more literal than others, today would be one of those times.
He huffed a laugh when he opened his eyes. "I would never leave you hanging, boss." He punctuated with a firm tug of your pants as his fingers slipped beyond the waistband. "In fact, I think I should fuck you against this glass so everyone can see how good you take it."
Your lips parted at the suggestion, eyes clicking towards the glass for a moment and the consequence of it. Some poor souls watching as Gage entered you, made you scream, a perfect image to the cries they would normally be privy to. There was something quite alluring about the thought that you hadn't toyed with before, something about marking territory and being put on display.
The thought was somewhat interrupted when his finger slipped through your folds and pushed into your cunt, a sudden flow of pleasure in your veins that was simultaneously a lot and not enough. He watched your body react to his touch, your hand clenching over the wrist beside your head as you leaned back against the window.
He pressed his lips firmly to yours when he added a second finger, jagged thrusts given the limitation of your clothes but what he lacked in movement, he made up for with his tongue when it slipped into your mouth as you moaned for him. Your hips rocked into his hand, frustration on your tongue which he no doubt tasted as he removed his hand, earning a slight whine from your lips.
"I need to taste you." His voice lingered in the air as he shifted to his knees, making quick work of dragging your pants and underwear over your hips and down your legs with practiced precision until you stepped out of them. He licked his lips as he looked up at you, glimmer in his eyes as his hands wrapped around your hips and licked a stripe through your folds. "So good." He commented, hand wrapping around your thigh and lifting so it rested over his shoulder so he'd have more space to play.
Your hand splayed on the diner table for more stability as he pressed you to the glass, tongue diving into your cunt like a starved man, nose rubbing against your clit every so often. You moaned for him to never stop, hand running over his head and digging into the hair that wasn't a good length to pull at but you made an effort anyway, hips bucking to feel deeper, more.
When he added his fingers to the mix, you were done for. You cried out his name when you clenched around him, legs shaking through the intensity as he tried his best to keep you from tipping over with the grip he had on your hips. He lead you through it, pumping into you as your hips jerked forward until you whined and he removed his fingers from your cunt and reluctantly his lips and got back to his feet.
"That's a good girl." He muttered as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, soft, considerate even. You didn't much care for it in the moment as you pawed against his chest, pathetically pulling against his shirt until he pulled it over his head. Still, it wasn't enough as you reached for his pants, getting it below his hips with a few jagged pulls.
You instantly took him in your hand, pumping slowly as you guided him towards your cunt. His hand wrapped around your thigh and lifted it above his hip as he pressed into your warmth, the tight warmth of you spreading across his limbs and he focussed to not just fuck into you immediately. He was capable of many horrendous things but hurting you isn't something he'd like to add to his list of sins.
He stilled when his hips was pressed against yours, fingers digging into your thigh as his head rested against your neck, tongue running over the skin and periodically nipping at the skin as you grew accustomed.
"Gage.." you whispered as your hips rocked into him, needing him to move and fuck you like you asked. Your action was rewarded with a groan, teeth digging into your skin.
He lifted his head, regarding you as his hips snapped with a shallow thrust and watching your expression contort as the feeling spread throughout your body. He liked this moment, your pliable nature after your first, when your eyes were glossed over and body sensitive to his touch, when you knew nothing but him and clung to him like he was the only thing that mattered, only thing solid and the only thing that could make you feel this good.
He thrust shallowly, moving deeper and rougher as time passed, hands digging into your flesh as you took it but something was missing, he decided, letting go of your thigh in favour of dragging your shirt over your head, albeit sloppily. Then your bra, briefly cupping your breast and enjoying the new view as his thrust slowed and then stopped as he pulled out. He turned you around and pressed back into your warm cunt.
Your head was spinning as your cheek pressed to the glass, his name falling from your lips along with some other choice words.
His hand ghosted up your skin until it rested against your throat, pulling your body to his as he pressed his lips to your ear.
"Won't you just look at that." His voice beckoned in your ear, eyes fluttering open as he held you to regard the world beyond the window. "All of it, thanks to you. All the eye can see. Ours. " His lips pressed to the side of your neck. "So good to me."
His hand cupped your breast, squeezing as his hips snapped into yours, cock splitting you open over and over as his words penetrated through you, barely registering but still holding onto the tone of his voice like a lifeline.
All too soon, you felt the warmth spread throughout your body, crying out his name as you clenched around his cock, legs shaking when he didn't let up. He still thrusted into your cunt, searching for his own release even through the sudden tightness of your walls until he came inside of you, filling you with his seed.
You breathed heavy, hand wrapped around his as his grip on you loosened some, needing to feel him around you, feel the indentation of his touch on you. A need to be close after coming down, something he never really rejected to your surprise.
He slowly pulled out of you, pulling you with him as he got into the bed you shared, falling into his arms and laying on his chest as his warmth surrounded you, the beat of his normalizing heart thumping against your ear as you closed your eyes. There were many benefits to being an overboss and Gage just so happens to be one of them.
Relationship: reader x Danse (can be read as ss x Danse)
Characters: Danse, reader
Tags/ triggers: smut, pwp, power dynamics in a sense that he outranks her in bos and that's used as a flimsy thread for pwp??, desk time, p in v, doggy, threat of being caught, injury that's basically forgotten halfway through, argument, ooc
Wordcount: 2800
a/n: the first fanfic for fallout and first time writing in a while so its has its issues but we ignore that for the serotonins my boiiii Danse gives me
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Opening the door to Danse's quaters onboard the Prydwen, you were greeted with his back towards you, broad shoulders covered by his BOS uniform. It wasn't every day you were faced with the realities of him outside of his armour.
However, you didn't look forward to this conversation given how he had left you at Knight-Captain Cade To get stitched up. His disappointment wasn't without merit, you had disregarded that order but with good reason, the civilians were the priority to you, not your own sensibilities of survival or self preservation.
You cleared your throat as you moved your hands to hook at your back. "Danse."You closed your eyes briefly and took a breath. "..Paladin Danse." You stated, keeping the clench of your teeth out of your voice as best you could ad you took the formal route.
He turned to regard you, eyes raking over you in a way that made you feel small before he took a breath.
"Did Knight-Captain Cade clear you?" He inquired, voice void of emotion as the remnants of the battle still courses through him, the images of your body bruised and bloody, the results still shining on the arch of your brow prominently. It's been a few hours and he's kept busy but it lingers on him, haunts him in a way he hadn't anticipated.
"Yes." You stated. "Well after few days rest, its honestly not even that bad Danse." You pulled against your shirt to reveal the stitched wound on your stomach, slight redness to the skin but nothing that would cause any worry. "Few days and I'll be back to kicking ass like I never even left."
Danse stood frozen for a moment, hands tightening ever so slightly at the clipboard he was holding at the sight of the exposed skin, knowing he shouldn't feel this way and much less when it was such an innocent gesture on your part when all you wanted to do was set his mind at ease. But the problem was that he had imagined it, had imagined his hands curled around that very skin, indenstations on your hips, on the smooth skin.
He knew his duties and what should take precedence but thoughts sometimes got a bit jumbled around you, feeling something growing in his chest, movement within in a way he couldn't decipher, anger at your actions and fear at your failures which he could argue was because of his role as your sponsor but he knew there was more to it and he should probably create some distance... but at the same time he had been elated when you asked him to accompany you on your outtings.
"That's.. uh that's good. "he stated, averting his eyes for a moment to think as he cleared his throat. "We still need to discuss your performance on the battlefield today, (Y/n).“ he took on the professional demeanor as he placed the clipboard on a nearby surface.
"I understand." You stated as you moved a few paces in his direction.
"You failed to follow a direct order." He stated. "You know what I told you when I chose to sponsor you. You are my responsibility and I can't have you-" he sighed and ran his hand over his face as he boiled at the thought. "You have a duty to this team."
It was definitely not an opportune moment as you watched him chastise you to feel the warmth in your body, the firmness in his stance, the power as he spoke. The brief flashes of when he carried your body to safety. Your attraction to the man was your own issue to deal with but it always creeps up when you need it the least.
You had imagined it was the lack of action that had you so wanton for the man but after a few nights with your hand between your legs with his name on your tongue and even a few drunken nights in goodneighbour, you had come to the conclusion that there had to be a little more to it than that but even so, the knowledge didn't stop the way you felt weak with his attention solely on you, it didn't stop your gaze from lingering or the butterflies in your stomach as his voice carried within the room.
You swallowed. "There were civilians, Danse. I could not let them be another casualty of war."
"You shouldn't have disobeyed." He stated firmly, brows furrowed as his voice raised slightly. "We would've-"
"They would've died." You interrupted. "You can't expect me to watch that happen when we could-"
He was always softer when it came to you, he knew that, he would wager that you knew it as well. He dismissed and even ignored many actions that might've seemed harsh in anothers eyes but nothing quite like the action he would commit when his lips met yours, a quick action that his mind couldn't quite compute but at the same time he felt vindicated. An entirely unprofessional offense against much of what he told himself and how he arrived to behave but you felt so real with his hands pressed to the side of your face, so soft pressed to his lips, so warm and pliable when you didn't pull away.
"You need to learn your place." He whispered against your lips as he pulled away, hands falling to your hips and pressing into the flesh. So many thoughts circling that were both impure and against the ideals of the brotherhood when it came to subordinates and colleagues.
You bit into your lip as you looked up at him, not quite the place you saw the conversation moving but it was definitely not unwelcome, just surpising and a little distracting with the way his fingers pressed into you, causing your brain to play catch up and wonder if this was real or not and whether you could push forth in the direction you desperately wanted to go.
"Are you gonna show me where that is?“ you whispered, breathe feeling like it was sucked from your body as you anticipated his reaction. Damn the pulsing between your legs that could have you on your knees in front of this man with a mere motion, a mere sliver that he wouldn't reject it.
He was quick to move you after the question, pressing you against the desk and hovering above you as a few small objects from his desk tumbled to the floor.
"Do you want me to?“ he asked, searching your expression for any sign of discomfort, wondering if he read the situation wrong, part of him wanting you to be the one to stop this so he didn't go against any of the bos ideals but hoping to whatever merciless god was out there that you wouldn't.
"Yeah.."you said softly, pushing through some forced confidence as you cleared your throat, meeting his eyes with a new form of what you hoped was seen as assurance. "Yes."
He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear as his eyes stayed trained on you, an act that felt soft and intimate in the way silence fell until his hand slipped into your hair, grip tightening and crashing his lips to yours once more. You gave as fervently as you got, hands pressed to his chest.
His own hand lingered at your chest, fingers gripping the hem of your shirt and easily pulling it over your head and then came the bra, frustration evident as his need for you grew. An array of pushing and prodding as the frustration lingered in veins at the limitation the pieces of cloth supplied.
Finally he manages to push the small piece of clothing from your body to some place on the floor, watching you sit on his desk like this with an expression that anyone would call wanton. His hand cupped your breast in his hand, watching as you worried your lip between your teeth at the action. Softness even in sound when he ran his thumb over the bud.
He had been gentle in the journey to get you somewhat undressed but he hadn't forgotten the comment that lead him here, the boil within his blood at the thought of your actions and the unobstructed sight of the wound now before him. The image of you had not been enough to still the turmoil within him. The kindness he valued in you was the thing that would disregard order and yourself which brought him to this bridge but he could easily show you order, power, even show you your place as he had said. He would not be entirely wrong to say you place was under him but perhaps not in the sense that he would like and would enforce tonight.
He quickly undid the button of your pants, hands wrapping around your hips at a lingering thought, the need growing within him, a grip that lingered but didn't alarm you as he pulled you towards him but then a sudden shift as the direction changed, as he flipped you around, using his body to press you to the desk, hand pressing against against your upper back until you took the position he wanted. The new position added an ache to the wound on your torso, slight hiss that you doubt he even heard.
The desk was cool against your breast, anticipation as you kept yourself pressed to the surface, eyes looking behind at the man and only feeling the anticipation and want grow as his eyes travelled across your body.
"Such disobedience." He murmured as his hands slid down your back, fingers hooking in the waist and of the pants and pulling it over the curve of your ass along with your underwear. "Perhaps I had been too lenient with you." He stated, a tone that didn't quite match the content as his hands spread over your ass and squeezed. He lowered himself over your body, chest ghosting over your back as his lips pressed close to your ear and his own bulge pressing against your back side so temptingly. "I should correct that misstep, shouldn't I. Show you what insubordination gets you." He punctuated the word with the grind of his hips to yours.
You bit your lip as you spread your legs as much as you could given the pants around your thighs limiting your movement. Needing him to touch you in any way he wished, to use your body just as long as he touched you without all the layers between you.
The press of him eased up when he fiddled with his uniform, fighting to pry it from his body as quickly as possible at the sight of your pliable form. He hadn't bothered further than getting it passed his hips. For a moment he was dumbstruck, so many things he wanted but the uncertainty of whether he would get such a perfect opportunity to enact them made him slow to act, pressing two fingers to your entrance and spreading your slick and shallowly pressing into you to test the waters.
A whimper sounded past your lips as you closed your eyes at the feeling. It had been so long since someone else had touched you and though you had the nights where you had came around your fingers at the thought of him, it was miles apart from this, from his warm fingers spreading your cunt.
"That's a good girl."He commented, watching as his fingers disappear into your needy cunt, glistening in the light when he retracted, soft whimpers spilling from your lips and body rocking back against him softly. You were so compliant like this, such a pretty image that he would definitely be revisiting at a later time.
He removed his fingers from you, earning an annoyed sound and a glance back, he couldn't hide his glee at the state he could leave you in but at the same time, he needed to be inside you, needed you to clench around his cock and take him like you were meant to.
His hand wrapped around your hip, the other going to his cock and lining up. He pushed in slowly, groaning at the wetness until he settled, hips pressed to yours. The situation led you to believe he would give the time for you to adjust, he had always been accommodating and he had taken his time with pushing into you but he had other plans, other wants to allowed him to bypass that courtesy.
His hand slipped into your hair and tightened, pressing you to the desk if you just so happen to get any other ideas. His hips snapped, shallowly at first as he got used to the tightness. You cried out at the feeling, the pain that got dwarfed by the pleasure and he quickly pressed a hand over your mouth to silence your cries as he pressed closer to your ear.
"Wouldn't want anyone to come see what's wrong, would we?" He granted against your back, teeth scratching against your shoulder blade as he momentarily slowed his movements. "This is quite the position for a knight to be in."
Your hand wrapped around his wrist as his hips picked up the pace, closing your eyes as you took what he gave, imagining if someone did walk in, perhaps a scribe or Cade or even Maxson, seeing Danse give it to you, perhaps they could corroborate that this was real because it felt like you were floating, like he was splitting your skull in half and all you could do was think about how fucking full of him you felt. Punishment be damned, you needed them to know Danse was fucking you, that he chose you even if just a momentary lapse.
Suddenly he pulled out, flipping you over like you weighed nothing, you bit into your lip at the full sight of him, bare chest and cock at attention. He, on the other hand, had no notions of taking in the moment, taking hold of your legs and pressing them to your chest so he could get easy access to that tight cunt of yours, immediately pressing home at the first opportunity.
You moaned at the feeling, pressing your palm to your lips given his previous comments even with your own voyeuristic fantasies and the need to have him do it, to control every aspect of the situation, to set the perimeter and feel his hand press to the sides of your face as you just laid there and took it.
He could feel his end approaching, hand pressing and prodding at your skin at the thought of losing access, finally lingering at your clit at the thought of you coming on his cock.
"Hold this." He commanded, taking your free hand and wrapping it around your legs. You did as you were told, glossy eyes watching the man before you and then keening when he touched you, thumb rubbing against your clit in fast, tight circles and you knew you were done for.
"Danse.." you cried, hand slipping from your lips as you moaned into the air, neither of you seeming to care at the moment as his hips snapped into you with renewed vigor at the sound of his name falling from your lips. "Please-I.."
"I know." He stated, interuppting your train of thought. "Be a good girl and come for me."
Again, you did as he asked, feeling the warmth spread throughout your limbs as your walls clenched around him. The cry that left your lips would most likely be heard past his door followed by the mantra of his name as you fought through the intense emotion.
He had to fight to keep moving past the the clench of you, giving a few shallow thrusts before he came inside of you, ropes of his come hitting your walls as he stilled deep inside of you with a grunt of your name.
A few moments passed of heavy breathing before he pulled out, watching as his come slipped out of you which he promptly pushed back inside of you with two fingers which elicited a whimper from you.
Coming back to his sensibilities, he retracted from you, softly removing your hand from your legs and setting them to the floor and pulling you to a seating position. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and pulled your pants back over your hips and then picked you up bridal style, wordlessly. He hoped you were alright, that he hadn't made a mistake by giving into his most base desires for you. He cared for you and he hoped for more than the structure provided under this militarristic life but that was a whole other can of worms.
He placed you in his bed, getting in behind you and wrapping an arm around your middle. He could steal this moment, could he not. If you were to resent him for his actions, at least he could pretend in this moment as you fall asleep pressed to his chest.
Tags/ triggers: smut, oral(female receiving), fingering, p in v, restraints, metal powers
Wordcount: 3264
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As cold as the ice and metal that surrounded the factory. He fit in perfectly here but how could you blame the man with the way he lived and how he presumably grew up. You can't force compassion and you can't build empathy but somewhere he had to possess both of these with how he allowed your presence here with that flimsy excuse of having an extra set of hands, no matter what those hands were busy with.
He had his days, however, days in which compassion showed through the cracks, where he'd find it within himself to enjoy a moment despite himself. A fleeting moment, a smile, a joke, an action. It was easily addictive, to crave those moments when the baseline in this village had been gloomy and filed under the veil of doom.
It wasn't all bad, he was good with his hands. That was evident from the intricate designs that lay scattered in the factory and he wasn't exactly shy to show off this specific trait when it came to you. Not quite in the same light as his other projects but he'd have you screaming just the same.
Your heart skipped a beat when he pulled you into his lap, back pressed against the desk and digging into something you couldn't immediately place. He sat back in his chair, hands on either side of your thighs as eyes roamed shamelessly.
"I was just thinking.." his rough voice lingered in the air, glint dancing in his eye as hey regarded you, mischief playing on his lips when they curled upward, an action that had you reeling. "I have been neglecting you."
Your brows furrowed, deciphering the clues that lingered in the air, answer punctuated by his hand slipping across your back and pulling you into his chest. This elicited a sound of surprise, fingers pressing into his chest while his lips pressed a chaste kiss to your shoulder and he breathed in your scent.
Familiar but yet still so intoxicating, the scent of you lingered, sweet on his lips with anticipation strong on his tongue. He needed you here, he needed the smell and the taste and the calm promise.
"Isn't that right, buttercup?" the words slipped innocently with practiced precision that pulled you into a direction.
You worried your lower lip between your teeth, thrumming starting in your low abdomen to the rhythm of a drum. You looked at him, eyes glimmering under the low light and mischief apparent on his lips. He would be the death of you one way or the other but in moments like these you find yourself thinking that you might even welcome it.
You nodded your response to his question before the slight sound slipped from your lips. "Yes." the sound barely above a whisper. It was hard keeping that contact, grey eyes lingering on you so explicitly that had you so very aware of your body, your hands, where his own hands and eyes lingered. He was so much of what you wanted and even what you needed but he also was so much more than what you were used to, covered in scars and charm alike. Larger than life, unsure of why he chose to put his attention on you in times like these but still, he did and he seemed to enjoy that fact.
"Come on, you can do a little better than that." he pressed, smile pulling at the corner of his lips as he watched you, prey in a trap that you didn't exactly want to escape. His fingers danced across the length of your clothed thighs, the action still burning into you as if the obstruction hadn't been there at all.
"Yes, lord Heisenberg." you stated, voice still small but audible as the smile tugged at the corner of your lips. The confirmation was a little ridiculous but you enjoyed the details all the same.
He hummed as he leaned back on the metal chair. "That's my girl." he praised, slight redness peeking under the skin of your cheeks at the words. "Then I should make up for it, shouldn't I?"
His fingers slipped under your shirt, calloused fingers pressing into the soft flesh of your abdomen until he cupped your breasts, squeezing the flesh before pulling down on the material of your bra harshly. The material didn't give way easily, still covering most of your breast beneath your thin shirt but it seemed to entertain him enough when he rolled your nipple between his fingertips.
The action, albeit small, sent sparks across your nerves and straight to your core. You focused on staying still, enduring the small assault rather than immediately giving in even when your body begged to at least rock into him, anything for the smallest amount of friction where you needed it most. You bit into your bottom lip, letting the man have his fill of the small action. Neglect, you kept thinking. He'd drag this out most likely, have you screaming and squirming, on the road of insanity before he had you releasing so spectacularly. One could argue that it was another method of torture, one you would volunteer for knowing how it inevitably ends.
His fingers moved to the small of your back, soft movements as he fought with the clasp eventually using his powers to bend the small metal band, a fact which you wouldn't realize until much later. The small piece of clothing fell down your middle, quickly discarded as the first victim to fall to the floor.
"You've been so good to me.. Haven't you?" His fingers brushed over your nipples once more. "You deserve a reward, don't you?"
You bit into your lip, so much of it never started in your comfort zone. Confessions, things dipped into confidence and self indulgence. Things you weren't versed in, things that he dragged out of you one way or the other. He thought you deserving and worth the effort it would seem. Beyond something to stick his dick into, he wanted the participation and action, the confessions and the moments between. He wanted you, and he wanted you to know that. Furthermore, he wanted you to want that.
Your heart hammered within your chest, a slight deflated emotion you couldn't, wouldn't dissect as your voice slipped from behind your lips. Words were easy, people would say but those were not you. It felt akin to a lie in some ways, a commitment you didn't believe in wholeheartedly just to get to the motion on the other side of the question.
"Yes, lord Heisenberg." Repetition breeds belief, some could argue.
"That's my girl." his voice quickly filled the room, pleased smile placed upon his lips. "I do plan on making good on that. But first…"
He easily lifted you from your space on his lap, placing you on the desk that had begun to dig into your lower back. You accepted the action, hands grounding yourself and placed on either side of you as you waited for Heisenberg to reveal his intentions. He quickly removed his jacket before his hands slipped up your legs and rested on your thighs, feeling a tad small under the scrutiny, your fingers curled around the edge of the desk and willed yourself not to shy away from the challenge he presented, breathed through the hammering against your chest and the rising heat as his fingers continued their path until they hooked into the waistband of your pants.
"These are unnecessary." He stated simply, roughly pulling you forward with the hold he had on the pants, smile spreading over his lips at the sight of your disposition.
His eyes left yours momentarily to undo the button, taking the piece of clothing along with your underwear from your body with the help of lifting your hips.
His fingers stretched over your now bare thighs, static lingering in its wake until he pressed into the meat of your inner thigh, pushing your legs a bit more open until he was satisfied with the presentation. You watched him as he regarded you, emotion unreadable from his features but still you watched, eyes following the movement of his hand as he pressed it to you, feather light touch that had his attention back to your face. You whimpered at the contact, small and inconsistent in his movements.
Your lips parted slightly when he pressed a digit into you, your own fingers tightening around the edge of the desk as he did. He thrusted slowly, no doubt more for the frustration and promise than for any relevant friction but still he had you on a tightrope, body rocking slightly to his hands, soft sounds breathed out.
"That's it." He hummed the praise, slow movement as he watched your body react to him, seeking out more of his touch, more of the sensation he kept from you. "So wet for me already." he pressed his thumb to your clit, but still you sought more. "Always such a good girl for me."
You ignored the feelings raging within, trying desperately to hold onto the feeling between your legs, the moment instead of fighting against the words.
"Heisenberg, please.." your voice fell softly, almost pathetically, around the room but it brought a mischievous grin to his lips, the desperation behind your movements, the call of his name. He got quite the prize when you decided to grace the factory with your presence, admittedly it was covered in blood and clinging to the last moments of life but still, a gift all the same. He could praise the stars that you had felt some sort of debt that made you stay a bit longer, could thank the forces at play that led to this situation, this moment, this allowance. You could leave in theory, but he didn't like lingering on those thoughts. He could keep you preoccupied, sated, a little wanton.
"What is it you need, buttercup?" his voice dripped, threatened to drive you insane with the layered innocence that did not fit his expression or demeanor. It was nothing you weren't used to by now, you still hated it the same. You'd think repeat offence would drive out the heat you felt every time you had to voice your need, to explicitly state the confessions. It was not so. You had yet to find comfort in it.
"Please.." you almost whimpered, you thought you might actually cry from the feeling between your legs, soft sensation that left you needy and frustrated, that brought a heat to the surface that felt almost violent in nature when he seemed so happy with himself, so calm when you felt like you were shaking. "Need more. Please, Heisenberg I-"
"Oh honey." his voice lingered, seeming almost sincere in its comforting tone but you should know better. "It's okay, I'll take good care of you." he added another finger into you, barely hitting the spot with the shallow movement but you were thankful all the same. "Don't I always take care of you, (Y/n)?"
You quickly nodded, a broken sound of confirmation slipping past your lips that you prayed he'd accept instead of pressing on the way he oh so loved.
He sank down to his knees, looking up at you from his position as he wet his lips. You were no stranger to what it meant. Your legs spread a little wider against the desk. It was a visual oh so inviting to his eyes, compliant, ready. His eyes were explicitly on your cunt, the easy way it took his fingers, the way your body desperately rocked against his palm. All good things but something more was the taste of you, if he were to go on prior experiences.
There was a wave of a hand before the air shifted, metal curling around your thighs and keeping you secure to the desk. It was almost cruel in the loss of motion, no longer rocking into his motions, once again under his obvious control but something about it was alluring, the danger he posed while the metal didn't cut or press into you uncomfortably, the display of power that can have you so quickly forced to your knees, the sparse use of that power.
His lips pressed to your clit, a chaste kiss that supplied more sensation than you would think possible. You bit into your lower lip, worrying it between your teeth as you looked at him, attention not currently on your expression while he busied himself with sucking your clit beyond his lips while his fingers softly and casually slipped in and out of your cunt.
Your hand slipped into his hair while the other braced against the desk, face turned upwards as the sound slipped from your lips with eyes falling shut at the sensation. He knew your body by now, knew where to press and prod, knew how to drag your frustration over your skin and break it in the most obscene ways.
You looked between your legs and he was looking at you, eyes glowing with a promise on his lips. It was way too good a visual and the punctual way he then entered his fingers to draw the breath right from your chest. And then again and again, tongue slipping over your sensitive clit to push you ever closer.
You didn't offer him the warning of your impending high, but you'd wager a guess he already knew. If not from the pitch of your cries, then the way he always seemed to know by some divine supernatural wisdom that was oddly specific in an area you would've thought was private.
His motions didnt't stop once you came, only replacing his fingers with his mouth and taking all that you had to give, slipping a tongue that felt a little too long to be humanly possible. Your eyes were clenched shut at the assault, waiting for the reprieve as he had his fun on your sensitive cunt, prolonging the feeling but also having the unintended aftermath of you wanting to crawl away and suck back the air into your lungs and come back down to earth from the sensitive feeling that blanketed you.
After the assault he sat back down on the chair, dragging you towards him by your neck and pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips and immediately moving against your lips with a hunger hidden behind his teeth. You could taste yourself on his lips, on his tongue and you could get drunk on it, on the imprint he could leave on your neck, your body.
Your hands reached for his pants, hands fumbling with the belt buckle and finally popping open the button. You were overjoyed when he didn't halt any action, relishing in the slight groan when you pulled his cock free from his pants. You bit into your lip as you pumped him a few times, looking through your eyelashes when he glanced back at his face for a moment.
The metal restraints relented when his hands slipped over your thighs and then cupped your ass, dragging you across the desk and plopping you on his legs, cock so close to your cunt, so close to being full. He was the picture of patience, hands only slightly pressing into your thighs.
You lifted your hips, bringing your cunt to press against his cock, soft sound slipping past your lips as you sunk down on him, slowly taking him into your body until you were fully impaled, slightly breathless and his hands pressed a little more firmly against your skin.
His hands chose to wander, tweaking your nipple, running up your legs, mouth pressed at the juncture between your neck and shoulders, breathing you in, sucking at the skin, teeth pressed to the skin without breaking it while you got used to his size.
Soon you lifted your hips, relishing in the way his cock dragged against your walls and then again when you sank down, his groan pressed to your skin and hands slipping to your thighs to help with the motion as you slid up and down the length of his cock, moaning at the feel of him as you sped up.
"That's it, (Y/n). " he breathed, watching as you drove down your body on his cock. "Fuck yourself on my cock. "
He watched for a moment, the way your tits bounced, how he disappeared between your legs, how his cock glistened with your arousel and fuck you were perfect like that, only elevated by the way his name fell from your plump lips.
"So good for me." he murmured once again, leaning back against the chair as he took in the visage, perfection in the low light. If you had asked, he wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to let you slip away. He would never claim to be a good man, but you were content here weren't you.. You had taken him without complaint, cried out for him in ecstasy on multiple occasions.
Your warmth was intoxicating, distracting from his lingering thoughts as your tightness curled around him, squeezed him like you were made to take him, like he was made to fuck his shape into you.
You moaned, hips circling and pressing, fingers pressed to his shoulders as you bounced, chasing the feeling building in your abdomen, your face pressed to his neck, breathing him in as your hips moved, aided by his grip on your hips. His own hips thrusting up into you.
"That's a good girl." he whispered against your hair, hand slipping between your bodies to rub at your clit. "Gonna come for me, come on my cock, aren't you, gonna show me how good it feels."
You moaned at the words, head lifting to regard him, nodding at him.
"Yes.." you gasped, "Feels so good."
For a moment, it was just you and him, the soft way his eyes lingered on you, a moment where your thoughts didn't linger, where you felt him touch something within you that brought you so close to the surface and it fed into the need growing at the pit of your stomach, into the coil tightening and hammering closer with each drag of his cock and flick of his wrist.
You came unceremoniously with a cry of his name, face pressed into the crook of his neck and fingers digging into his flesh as your body experienced a range of emotion in a fraction of a second. Heisenberg lacked the finesse to allow the soft moment, to allow the comedown as he felt your walls clench down on him, gripping your hips and fucking up into you as he chased his own high, ignoring your sensitivity for a moment and enjoying the way your body shook in spite of it. An array of praises fell from his lips in the moments that passed until he stilled with a deep groan.
His grip felt almost bruising as his cock twitched inside of you, painting your walls with his seed. He didn't pull out immediately, hand running through your hair softly as you laid against him, comfortably in his warmth. It wasn't the first time he felt a renewed sense of protectiveness at the sight.
His hand ran soothing circles into the skin of your back as he allowed a moment of silence, of contemplation while you caught your breath, a few soft moments before he cleaned you up, put you softly to your bed and had to leave you despite the need in him to slip under the covers with you.
Title: conscious thought
Rating: explicit, smut
Category: f/?
Fandom: subnautica below zero
Relationship: Al-an x Robin Ayou
Characters: Al-an, Robin Ayou
Tags/ triggers: smut, no p in v, basically just fingering, porn with feelings? , they/them for al-an
Wordcount: 3210
a/n: first subnautica fic so let's not get too excited, still feeling it out
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She would not like this, that much they knew. It had the echoes of their previous transgression. However, it was unintended this time, they could not stop it. It will run it's course and die eventually but as they stood there, thoughts lingering over her sleeping form, they couldn't help but rethink their previous endeavor to come to her base.
They couldn't deny that the knowledge that her subconscious would linger on them left a somewhat pleasant blooming in their chest cavity, that it lingered with them in more ways than one but they knew how she was, knew she would not like the images they was privy to even with their limited knowledge on human anatomy and emotion, especially with the way it had played out in the last few days.
Suffice to say, their previous entanglement before they had acquired this body had left reminisce of a link, an echo of what once was, a ghost of their pairing. They felt an odd sense at the thought of it dying but knew that was what she would prefer. She did place quite a value on something as odd as privacy, secrecy, her inner thoughts. A foreign idea within his being.
They should wake her, the thought hankered again and they felt themself hesitating. This was a far cry from what they had experienced the first time she dreamt with them enclosed in her head. Her vitals were elevated, slight twitch to her body ever so often and the signs of perspiration as the heat radiated off her. If they weren't privy to the reason, they would've assumed she was under duress but the way her brain was releasing chemicals was a direct counter to that.
They can hear the echoes, the soft calling of their name as it slipped in her fantasies. It made them feel an odd kind of way, something they hadn't quite felt before. It was the intrigue, discovery of the workings of another species, it had to be because what other viable explanation could they possibly have for feeling this way, for hesitating knowing she would not approve of this direct assault on her privacy.
Al-an stretched their claw like limbs and reached out to Robin's sleeping form, a kind of dread lingering in the air as they touched her sleeping body, softly rocking her back and forth as they reached out to her with more than their audible voice, calling her name to bring her back to the surface.
Her eyes blinked after a moment, beautiful dark irises slowly focusing on them until her voice scratched against the room as it warmed up to the sudden use.
"Al-an? What are you doing here?" she asked, eyes moving across the room to find nothing amiss aside from the large precursor lingering over her form. She swallowed as her senses slowly came back to her, feeling a bit caged under their large form despite them technically standing next to her and not breaking her immediate personal space.
"Robin.. I-" they started and took a moment, a swirl of new color bleeding into their skin. "I came because you need to be aware of something." their claws fidgeted softly in front of them, a tick they hoped she did not catch onto. "I must preface this with the fact that it's not permanent of course, you need not worry but I realize you would like to know."
Robin frowned, a bit perplexed with the path they took, no explanation really but it did sound serious. She pushed herself up a bit more and rubbed at her eyes to dispel the slight burn of being ripped from her sleep. The previous action seemed to be in bad faith when she looked back at them, having to crane her neck quite a bit to look at where she had assumed their eyes would've been.
"What's wrong?"
Her voice was soft as she spoke, but Al-an knew from experience how fast that could change especially when faced with something she did not approve of.
"It would seem there's still a lingering connecting from the time I occupied part of your cerebral cortex."
Robin felt her heart beat a little faster, that didn't sound good. Did they do something while exiting, damage her brain in some way. It would explain some of the thoughts she had been having as of late.
"What do you mean?" her voice had taken an edge, fear evidently creeping up at the edges at Al-an's subpar explanation.
"Only that there is still a connection, it will fade with time but for the time being I can still see the echoes of your thoughts, almost like a diluted version of the network."
Robin swallowed as she felt a coldness running under her skin, going through every thought she had, had in the last couple weeks. Though she had sympathy for their situation and lack of connection, her very human terror of knowing she had let her thoughts run around unchecked after they had left and now having to deal with the consequences of every embarrassing thing she did while they weren't present and then there was the ones she did have while they were present, while her feelings and eyes lingered on them. Al-an didn't seem too offended so likely they didn't see all of them right... Right? They would've told her if they did right... It was probably the dreams that freaked them out.. Al-an never did li- oh god, the dreams.
The thought crashed over her like a ton of bricks, eyes trailing up to them at the idea that they might be following her thought process, watching as her whole body rocked with an embarrassed heat that clung to her face.
"Oh my god, Al-an.." her hand drifted to her face as her eyes moved past them in an effort to collect herself. "I'm sorry. I didn't know.. I apologize if that made you uncomfortable.. I-"
"Your human ideology is of little consequence to me, Robin." Al-an interrupted abruptly as they watched the woman unravel and sputter before them. "I only brought this to your attention in liege of your previous reactions in regard to your privacy." he tapped his claw against the other, a soft color mingling as he weighed the thought before setting it into the air that lingered between them. "And offer my services if perhaps you'd like to follow that train of thought even though it would need some reconstruction given that I lack some of the necessary components to follow your specific scenarios to a T. "
Robin was silent for a moment as she looked at the glowing plate that she would safely assume to be it's head. Was Al-an implying what she thought they-no of course not, that's just her touch starved brain supplying any excuse to further the need she felt deep within her, the specific train of thought that flared each time she saw them. They were just being nice, helpful. They didn't know the meaning behind the words within her species.
She worried her lower lip, legs squeezing against each other at the thought, scolding herself given the circumstance.
"Robin, I do mean what I say." Al-an stated, top half of their body hovering over her and claw like limbs pushing against the bed on either side of her head in an odd twist of their centaur like body but they could endure for a moment. They weren't oblivious to what the action might cause in her, they'd seen enough of her thoughts and some human behaviors to know the concept of person space and the like. "If its the very human need of breeding you lack, it would be easy to get you over that simple barrier even without the means to impregnate you."
Robin felt it hard to breath as they towered over her, much larger body enclosing hers in an almost predatory edge that she thought she should not have liked as much as she did and even the proposition and the way of phrasing... She could not ask that of Al-an, that would be crossing a line she wasn't sure was wise to cross.
"Fuck-" she breathed into the air, eyes closing momentarily to try and center herself and break from the hold they had over her, stop those pesky little thoughts that kept creeping at the edges.
"Yes." Al-an responded curtly. "That is a name I have seen it referred to as from your species."
Somewhere along the line she had forgot to breath and if her sensibilities weren't feeling like they were being attacked, she might've found it funny but God, the amount of times she'd wondered how their claws would feel on her skin, how he'd handle her in an almost clinical way while she cried out for them. It was all a little too much.
"Al-an," their name fell delicately from her lips as she held tightly to the rational part of her brain." It's not-" she sighed and took a deep breath. "You don't have to do anything of the sort."
Yes, that was good. Not too much of a waver in her voice. She sounded sure, dismissive even.
"Why do you deny yourself." She could feel the way they scrutinized her, picking at every corner that made up her being, poking at the oddity of how she handled herself. "I know this is what you want. If not from the thoughts alone, then the way your your body reacts when you do have those thoughts. Even to the suggestion."
She looked at them, bio-luminescence on their being, the intricate designs that made up their skin, the curves on their form. It was different this time from all the others when her eyes lingered. The others had made her flush, like a dark secret she had to hide away but they were right there, patience in tow as they waited for her to finish her train of thought, waited for her to make a decision. She wondered how Al-an would be, what it would be to have their oddly shaped limbs pressed against her, whether they'd even know what to do or would this be an educational and clinical experience rather that the fast fit of passion she often imagined.
"I don't want to make you uncomfortable." Robin finally said, voice a little soft as she peeked up at them. "Don't feel like you have to do this because my... Because my body has needs. I can take care of it on my own, you know." She huffed a humorless laugh, trying to keep a smile on her lips. She half expected them to take the out and half to say no it's cultural experience they'd like to witness.
"It does not make me, as you put it, uncomfortable. Many species partake in a similar process. I would like to do this for you."
"Oh.." She responded, unsure of what response to really give. "Okay... If you're sure."
"I am."
Al-an looked her over once more, body tangled in her bed sheets with the layers of clothing that hung loosely on her body, things that kept her most sensitive parts from the world. It was a valiant effort but would do no good as actual protection, but they knew it was enough to be felt if they were to press against it. Only a small damper instead of a real barrier.
They felt a bit unsure even with the knowledge they had gathered on human customs and methods. It would seem that humans were a fragile kind and they didn't want Robin to resent their offer. They wanted her brain to send those same chemicals when they were physically touching her, hear her say their name past the veil of her fantasies.
Their hands softly pinched at her shirt, softly pushing it upward over her soft skin to reveal where they knew some nerves ran beneath the surface. They weren't unaware of how she sucked in a breath at their touch, how those chemicals pushed ever so slightly at her being.
Robin quickly pressed her fingers into the shirt once they had pushed her shirt almost up to her breasts and then pulled it over her head. She was somewhat glad she had foregone a bra, the less layers she had now, the better.
Colours swirled on their body, an image they hadn't quite had in such a light, an image they had only had when they were trapped inside her brain and in those moments, they dared not say a word knowing human custom and their sensitive regions. This felt a little different, her allowing them the space to see her without hindrance.
Their claws reached out, pinching at the sensitive nerves at her nipples, softly padding over the buds and watched her reaction intently.
She definitely suffered from touch deprivation because she felt as though she might actually die and go to the beyond the way their limbs spread over her breasts, the way she arched her back into them. A precursor no less. She had never even entertained the prospect even a while after they had their own body even when their voice had been somewhat of a turn on, they would never-but here she was, alien spreading electricity throughout her body and settling wetly at her core.
Her breath patterns had changed, Al-an noticed, nipples turned to peaks and her teeth dug almost painfully into her lip as she squirmed beneath them. They changed their stance, finding a better angle to twist their body that did not allow for so much discomfort. Their keen senses focused intently on the woman as they dragged their limbs down her abdomen.
This time she had left them to drag her pants over her hips, reveled in the feeling of their touch dragging down her legs with the action. Fuck, how she needed them to touch her where she needed them, would almost beg for it at this point if she thought it would help.
They pressed against her thighs, spreading her legs a little. She felt their gaze on her even though she could not exactly pinpoint where their visual aid was situated on their being. That hardly mattered once when they pressed against her clothed core, a soft press that set her body alight. She was so sensitive, so open, so wanton.
Different than she ever imagined he'd be with the experimental but confident sway of their limbs, they were quiet for the most part as colours swirled over their body. She would've liked some conversation, some tethering to that voice she'd grown so fond of, the curious inquiry or even the borderline insulting statements.
"You like it when I speak." It was more of a statement than a question with their normal level of superiority and confidence and she dragged in a breath, eyes sweeping over their visage before she responded.
"Yes." It came out more breathy than she had anticipated. She bit into her lip, hands spreading over their arm experimentally, their torso out of reach given their position and size difference. They allowed the moment, watched intently as her fingers ran over their skin, how it furthered the need within her. It was curious, especially to a species that have long foregone the traditional ways of conception and primal pleasure. They felt themself jealous, wanting to taste the same from her hands but he'd have to settle for participant, for experiencing vicariously through her.
Soon, their claws slipped into the waistband of her underwear and pulled it from her legs, watching as the fell open to their gaze and whatever else they had in mind. Their claws dragged over her inner thighs, watching her as she watched them.
They felt she was wet when they finally touched her, fingers slipping through her folds that had her sucking in a breath and repositioning herself below their stature.
"You're very aroused." Al-an stated flatly, claw prodding at her entrance. She didn't respond to the statement but did carry a sudden tinge of heat on her cheeks.
Their claw was a lucky kind of shape that allowed them to spread her lips and enter her while the other side could press against her clit. And finally, she said their name, breathless and low as it slipped from her lips, just like she had done within her dreams.
"Yes." her voice echoed against the base, hips moving against them in an effort to chase and multiply the pressure they put on her.
Their ministrations picked up the pace when she started squirming, desperation invading her thoughts and body. It wasn't hard to find the sensitive spot within her as they watched for her most sensitive nerve endings. What they didn't expect however was how her body responded to the pressure.
Her body arched as she cried out, eyes open and alert at the sudden rush through her body and then the sudden need to feel it again, pressing insistently against the limb between her legs. They did as she wished, pressing against the spot again and again as their fingers slipped in and out of her body, reveling in how her body moved against them and how she desperately cried out to them but with no other thought other than more, faster, yes.
She was nearing her end at an alarming pace, feeling the coil in her lower abdomen while her legs quivered.
"Al-an-" she cried, nails digging into the skin she could reach, knowing full well she was in no position or body that could hurt them. "I'm so-fuck.. Close."
Al-an hadn't really needed the verbal confirmation with how her muscles tensed and released, how her body keened, how she shivered as she fought against herself.
"I am aware." they responded, and she shouldn't have liked the way the confidence settled, how small they made her feel sometimes, how it had an air of superiority but fuck if it didn't push her over the edge.
She legs clamped around their arm as she cried out into the air, body shaking in the aftermath. They watched her, fingers still rocking into her as she went through the motions, prolonging the white-hot pleasured thrumming through her body after so many moons of neglect.
Her legs fell open after a few moments, whimpering when they removed their limb from between her legs, watching how it glistened in the light.
They were unsure of human convention beyond this point. In their own experience, breeding was clinical and straight forward, but they knew this was something else, they hadn't quite had the components to impregnate her. This was about pleasure. She looked exhausted, sated but they didn't quite want to just leave. They did what they came to do and then a little more that lingered on selfish, but they couldn't find it in themself to just turn and leave.
Their fingers ran over her bare skin, the act bringing her eyes to them, and it was soft, elation lingering within her. She brought something to them they hadn't realized they had the capacity to feel, it made them unsure but at the same time, they wanted to stay here with her and submerge themself in it.
Alexander x f!reader || In the dark of night - SMUT
Title: In the dark of night
Triggers: Smut, p in v
Characters: f! Reader, Alexander
Wordcount:2828
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The wind howled softly against the walls on the outside of the apartment, sound breaking through the barrier into the abode. This fact conveniently ignored as your feet moved over the wooden paneling, chill in the air as you made your way but, then suddenly, the air was stolen.
A vision, a mirage in the desert within your own sanctioned prison, perfect static statue, albeit a little damp from wind and weather outside.
There was the ghost of a smile on lips you hadn't seen in quite a while and you forgot how to speak for a second, in surprise, even with the known fact that you had supplied him with a key many moons ago, perhaps a little presumptuous but still, it hadn't been the first time he had graced your doorway uninvited.
You swallowed as you forced your eyes away and blinked for a moment.
"How long are you in town?" It was an odd greeting given your predisposition to the man but even as your heart hammered against your chest, the pain of loss and abandonment mixed into the pot with every action even when you could explain it away.
"A few days at least." his response came swift as he moved closer. "The current situation requires... Observation."
You couldn't help the smile that layered upon your lips, a warmth spreading through your body with the smallest of bones thrown your way and had you been able to think clearly, perhaps you might have found it pathetic or even tragic but the truth remained, he was here with the same intentions that made you allow his presence.
You moved across the floor, only stopping once your fingertips pressed into his chest and lips pressed firmly to his, a bubbling of emotions as you released yourself upon him in the simple act. You missed him, plain as day, you just hoped he harbored some of that same feelings.
His actions were more precise, hand pressing into the small of your back as he surrendered into your actions, feeling the warmth of you spread to his chest and he swore he could never feel as vibrant and alive as when you were pressed to his chest even when he could never audibly admit just how much you meant to him to anyone beyond himself, including you. He used to say it was to protect you, but perhaps it was just cowardice that led him here. Regardless of the reasons, you were here within reach and that's all that mattered.
You broke the kiss, breath stolen as you blinked up at the man. "Alex.." your voice came whispered, it fell somewhere between irritable and endearing when you used the little nickname and he couldn't quite fathom why he allowed it or even why without fail, the way you said it always made his skin heat up.
He looked down at you with a softness he had forgotten he could muster, hands slipping over the curve of your ass. "Jump." The order was swift and clear. You pulled yourself up by leverage you had on his square shoulders, legs wrapping around his hips and body being supported by his hands.
He chose not to waste any time as you took confident strides to where he knew your bedroom was, a little presumptuous but you were never one to refuse him and neither complain about his need for you. It had been too long since he had you, too hard without the taste of you, the feel of you as his fingers dug into your flesh, it had been many moons since he had heard you cry out for him.
He placed you gently on your bed, softness beneath you as fingers ran down the front of his dress shirt, feeling the muscle beneath. Your fingers popped open the buttons, revealing skin in their descent. Hands pressed to his exposed chest, you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips but he found himself greedy, lingering and pulling you closer for another kiss that had his lips working against yours, a move of his knee pressed between your legs leaving you with a gasp and him with an opening to slip his tongue beyond your plump lips and enjoy a moment of indulgence.
A moment, a glorious moment ripped away from your senses. Lost in the sauce, the temptation, the promise. He was warmth, comfort even. He was stolen moments and rushed actions, he was the longing that begged to open up your chest and join within the ecstasy of his presence and by god did you dabble.
His hands worked against your own shirt, tugging until he had to part to drag it over your head, reveling in the new expanse of skin he knew so well.
He pressed his lips to your skin, warmth radiating from the contact, tongue sweeping across the curve of your chest as his hands enveloped and squeezed. He breathed you in, your warmth and your scent, lingering on his tongue and again he felt the crush from the knowledge that he couldn't stay like this forever, that he couldn't live inside a vacuum. Nonetheless, there was tonight and the many nights before. They will keep him company. He could drown in tonight, indulge and feel you beneath his fingertips, at the tip of his tongue, pressed to his chest.
His teeth grazed your skin, sharp canines lingering over your pulse, tongue smoothing over your warm skin and you swallowed, eyes closing as you dipped your head back slightly. His hands danced over your skin, running over your ribs as they moved towards the small cloth covering your breasts. He quickly pulled against the material while his lips made their decent until he lingered at the curve of your breasts, a certain glint in his eye when he looked up at you.
He took you into his mouth, tongue sweeping over the bud, teeth momentarily grazing across while the neglected breast had more or less the same treatment from his nimble fingers, smoothing, tugging, nails threatening as they danced across the sensitive skin. Your fingers slid into his hair, chest pressed outward as your eyes closed, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you gave into the feeling. He supplied the pressure with acute attentiveness, tasting and marking the soft skin beneath his lips. He was thorough and he was patient, something that more often than not, felt like it would end up driving you to insanity.
His finger made a path down your stomach, blazing and scorching as the need bubbled just below. He knew how to play you, he knew just how to break you, excite you. A soft brush against your clothed core while his lips decided to keep your busy in a bit of a sloppy exchange of teeth and tongue. The feeling within responded to his touch, need rushing to the surface, needing him to touch you before you surely go mad from being so close to a river while lost in the desert for what felt like an eternity.
He was never a man to make you wait, to let you down or desert you when emotions ran high. He swallowed the sound slipping from your lips greedily when his hand slipped under your waistband and brushed against your clit, soft and slow motions that delved deeper, firmer with each moment that passed. He didn't try to limit your movement when your hips bucked against his palm, just broke the kiss and let his eyes roam and take it in, the visage and verity of you.
You moaned softly, his name momentarily falling from your lips in a soft prayer as his fingers worked you over. His fingers pressed into you, slow movements as he worked it in and out of you, thumb pressed to your clit.
"Seems like you missed me enough." He hummed appreciatively. "You take my fingers so well, don't you, sweetheart?"
You disregarded his question, biting into your lower lip as your hips moved against him, thankful that he allowed the movement. Your fingers dug into the arm planted beside your head that kept his body from crushing you, head tilted back as you drowned in the feeling of your ecstasy approaching.
The action opened up the expanse of your neck, soft skin that beckoned his lips and by god he wasn't going to reject a gift like that. He latched on, teeth dangerously scraping against the skin, threatening to mark you where everyone would see for the days to come but not yet, he reasoned, tongue sweeping over the skin as your body sought out his touch. You were so close he could almost taste it from the salty perspiration that layered softly over your skin, the jagged movement of your body and labored breathing. He felt a little bit of guilt from the smirk pressed to your skin when he retracted his fingers from your body, quick to press down on your hip.
You whimpered, your frustration evident but he wasn't about to let you revel in it. He detached from you, fingers hooking into the waistband and pulling your pants and underwear down your legs, revealing an uninhibited picture of excellence he was all too happy to bear witness to.
You worried your lip as you let your legs fall open to his eyes, flush coating your cheeks at the action and his scrutiny. He felt himself twitch at the sight, open and inviting to his actions, his fantasies and sometimes punishments. It was unfair that he couldn't keep such a perfect thing, that he reverted to stealing moments stretched over many moons.
His fingers stretched over your thighs, soft touches that turned firm when they reached around your leg to keep you stationary when he lowered himself to your cunt, warmth spreading over your cunt from his breath as he looked up at you, a picture that shouldn't have been as enticing as it was and shouldn't have brought such pleasure when his tongue finally ran over your folds. You sucked in a breath, body tensing around nothing as his tongue pushed against your clit rapidly. His hands pressed into your skin, keeping you in a position that suited him as much as he was able.
It wasn't long to ignite the previously extinguished fire, hand slipping into his hair and pulling against his skull as he drank you in, hand joining the party when he pushed two digits roughly into you. The heels of your feet dug into his back, his name slipping from your lips without care. You were close, could taste it within the electricity racing in your body. You knew you had changed, long since lost the will or care to control it and knew it was something he could appreciate, the unbidden trust to let you roam free with another.
You cried out, body clenching as it fought through the motions. He continued the motions, tethering on a line of too much as you came down, body slacking and soft sounds slipping. He removed his fingers from you, moving up your body and planting a kiss to your lips. You could taste it, the ecstasy.
Your actions was bold thereafter, fingers brushing against his chest, evident goal in mind as they stretched to his pants, quickly you fumbled with the buttons, sloppily pushing the material over his hips. He helped in the pursuit, wiggling out of his remaining clothing with debatable proficiency but it hardly mattered once he was free, pressing comfortably between your open legs.
His body rocked into you, cock slipping through your folds and slicking himself in your wetness. You breathed in, the feeling of him so close, so familiar. One misguided rock of his hips and he could be where you needed him. For a moment you thought you could be delirious, drunk on his person if it was not for the pity he often exercised at your disposition.
"I need to be inside you." He breathed, voice rough as it ran up your spine.
"Please.." Your response came, seemingly hazy as it slipped from your tongue. You pulled your legs higher over his hips as an invitation, fingers slipping across his chest.
He took a moment to press a chaste kiss to your lips, hand slipping to his cock and then lining up to you. You thought you could die when he finally started pressing into you, familiar stretch of him easily slipping into you inch by glorious inch until he stilled, pressed to the hilt, waiting for your body to adjust to the shape of him. You sucked in a breath, eyes slipping closed under the pressure, paying attention to how his fingers ran against the skin of your ribs down to your hips and thighs, slowly tracing patterns that relaxed your muscles, pressing soft kisses to your collarbone and shoulder.
It was almost too much, a fantasy mixed with the pain of tomorrow. He would be here, as perfect as you picture, but he will always leave. It was a sting that the fullness of his cock pressed into you could not fully soothe. You could cry at the thought but this was hardly the time, you reasoned. You had to enjoy it while he was around. A few days, he had said. It was something, at least.
It felt way too perfect when he started rocking softly into you, bursts of emotion on your skin as the soft sounds slipped from your lips. Your nails curled over his skin, threatening to mar his skin, hoping for the intensity that it would. His fingers pressed into the flesh of your thigh, keeping you in a position that felt favorable, keeping firm control for the time being. He tried dragging it out, with every drag of his cock against your walls and every gasp.
The call of his name didn't make his plight easier, fed into the primal urges he felt every time you bared your neck to him. Soon he'd give into it, surrender to every part of him he kept under wraps. He'd relinquish control for a moment but only to you, only ever you.
His fingers wrapped around your hip, pressing you to the bed as he moved, firm thrusts into your body that left him speechless, dragged every thought to hazy edges while only you and this moment remained. You wrapped around him like you were made for him, made pliable under his fingertips and calling out to him with every sharp movement. His lips dragged over your heated skin, salt beneath his tongue as he lapped at you. The softness spread over his skin in a moment of primal need, a moment that quickly followed your own and you bared your most delicate parts to him so easily, presenting yourself to him in exquisite vulnerability that elicited a growl that originated deep in his chest.
It felt all consuming, the high of you, the way your body twitched and moaned, the way your pulse ran just under the skin. You'd be spent soon, he knew. If not from the tone of your cries, then the way your body pulsed against him.
"Come for me, (Y/n)." He said firmly, hand slipping between your bodies to rub at your clit. "Let me feel it."
Your body instantly responded to the new added sensation, feeling as though your chest could be ripped open any moment as you climbed the ladder of your own need, breath a secondary thought in the moment until you jumped off the edge, screaming into the air as you clenched around him.
A familiar emotion ran through him at the tightness of you, the familiar pain of your nails digging into his flesh and he repaid the notion in full when his teeth sunk into your shoulder, familiar metal taste on his tongue. The action prolonged the onslaught currently ripping through your body, almost shaking beneath him as you submitted to the moment, closing your eyes and let it overtake you until it subsided.
He groaned when he came inside of you, not really having a say in the matter when your tightness held him in a vice grip, the warmth of you an easy trigger for his own release. He stayed connected to you for a few moments after, forehead falling to press against your own as he caught his breath. Maybe if he didn't leave your warmth, he didn't have to leave this place, this moment.
He took a breath before he slowly pulled out of you, not even feeling the satisfaction of your whimper under the weight of the consequences. He laid down beside you, pulling you easily into his chest and holding you close. He didn't say a word, only kissed the top of your head and kept you pressed to his chest until you succumbed to the darkness. The pain of abandonment could wait for a while, while you were trapped against his heated skin.
Tags: smut, oral: female receiving, desk sex, no aftercare, porn with feelings
Characters: Reader, Karl Heisenberg
Wordcount: 2790
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It was hot. Humid. Uncomfortably so in the factory, heat raging a fire through the limits of the walls. Sweat gleaming against skin, dripping and shifting with the clench of muscle whenever he flexed with the fastening of a bolt.
Shirtless under the onslaught of the rise in temperature but still wearing those dark tinted glasses while his hair was haphazardly tied into a half-bun by a piece of string he probably found just lying around. The cigar held between his lips, smoke disappearing into the air.
It was an alluring image, however, it was unfortunate to feel the drumming in your low abdomen at this time of day, more so to have your thoughts and eyes linger when you definitely had some job you were supposed to be doing, though the exact details were a little fuzzy at the moment.
It had been some time since the last time you fell victim to his charms but then again, that had been different circumstances. It was unfortunate that the thought wouldn't quench the thirst within you for a man you should fear. Last time, was the heat of the moment, you reasoned. Today, was just due to the heat of the day.
"Are you going to keep staring or help?" his voice echoed, casual in the way it reverberated without lifting his eyes to regard you fully.
Seconds passed until you snapped back, shaking your head and starting in his direction. "Yes. Yes of course." you stumbled through the words as you hurried to his aid. "Anything you need."
He rose an eyebrow in question as you stood beside him, a subtle quirk that was barely visibly behind those dark tinted glasses and fortunately so on his part so the way his eyes lingered were a bit hidden. He could feign innocence and at least try to focus on the project at hand.
"Get me a spanner. 13. Make it quick." he stated, putting out his cigar on the table. In actuality he could just fling it to himself but in the moment he needed the distraction, the distance and sometimes it was just nice to know someone would help.
You hurried to get what he asked, tools clinking against each other as you quickly searched the numbers imprinted in the light until you found the right one and walked back, holding it out to him.
He took the spanner, letting it drop to the table unceremoniously, forgotten for a moment as he fitted a plate into the cavity of a soldat.
"Hold the plate in place." again, you did as you were told. Fingers pressing into the metal to keep it in place. "Do not let it move." he instructed before making some further adjustments.
He pinned and fastened the plate. His brows furrowed in concentration, a bead of sweat forming and slowly running down his forehead which he wiped with the back of his hand. Admittedly, this angle on him was worse than where you had been standing previously, worse on your sensibilities but not sight as your eyes ran down his exposed skin, the smell of him invading your senses at the close proximity or perhaps it was the smell of rust and oil pushing you to a high.
"Ready?" he asked, smirk placed on his lips as he looked up at you. The sound of his voice pulled you from your thoughts, blush creeping across your cheeks as you looked into his eyes.
You smiled back at the man hoping it would hide your thoughts, nodding as you took a step back to create some distance. You took a breath to try and gather yourself, find some reason between the thoughts that fogged up your brain this morning.
He fiddled a bit more before the machine came to life, light glowing brightly before Heisenberg stood, glancing back at you.
"It lives." he grinned, hands dramatically raising to his sides.
"So it does." you smiled, a genuine smile at the sight of his reaction. You looked back at the machine, a marvel even if it was a little problematic. Regardless of the circumstances, the man had brought back life in some form and that was beyond what you had imagined you'd experience in this lifetime.
Heisenberg watched you, the first person to pay attention to his creations, never mind show some appreciation for it. He took the chance to steal a glance, a small consolation in the heat of the factory when he saw a little more of you than he normally would. He remembers a time when you were pressed against him without a shred of clothing, it was a memory he held fondly but that wasn't something he was going to admit even to himself.. Not yet, anyway.
He swallowed hard when you looked back at him with that smile of yours, reminding him once more of just how out of place you seemed in the factory baked in rust and oil. How out of place it was that you looked at him the way you do. He knew he should've run from it, for your sake more than his own but in the end, he had his own selfish faults and after tasting friendship and well, more literally, tasting you... He would give anything not to give that up.
He inhaled deeply, your scent lingering in his lungs as he came to a conclusion, making a choice even if it were compulsive and selfish. Something that might further tangle the web that span around you both, but Heisenberg was only a man. An enhanced man perhaps, but a man nonetheless.
He took hold of his glasses and placed them on the table, smirk lingering on his lips when he looked at you.
"I think we've done enough for today, don't you?" his fingers grazed your skin, pushing a strand behind your ear. His hand lingered as he contemplated, emotions flowing rapidly and violently beneath your skin in the small stretch of time.
"I really want to kiss you right now." his word finally filled the air that hung around you, closing the space between you and him. "Would you like that?"
You swallowed, throat feeling a little dry at the open invitation. Your cheeks heated up despite the already scorching temperature. He was asking for a response that basically ended with a confession, despite the fact that your feelings towards the man was never something you could hide well.
You worried your lower lips and nodded, parting your lips when he dipped his head down to marry your lips to his. Your hands softly pressed to his bare chest, his free hand resting on your lower back as he pulled you into him. The kiss started as one would guess, gentle and questioning but with the quick passing of time, the exchange was heated, pressing and pulling, lips parting easily for his tongue to slip inside.
His fingertips pressed against your back and hips with barely controlled heat, until he broke the kiss, your breath coming out slightly more labored than before as you opened your eyes and looked up at him.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, voice soft as he regarded you, eyes searching for any sign of resistance while his hands lingered on your hips.
You shook your head, perhaps a little too fast, that spread the heat over your cheeks once more, although Heisenberg didn't seem to mind in the least.
"Good." a smirk spread over his lips as devious as it was humid. "Because I've been thinking of bending you over that table since you came in here."
There was a sharp intake of air, excitement swirling in your lower belly at his words, a part of you wishing he had done just that but better late than never.
He lifted your body from the ground, an act that seemed effortless while your cry echoed as it was released from your lungs. Your legs wrapped around his hips while he carried you to the table, metal bits flying in a direction before you were placed upon it in a relatively open spot, the soldat now in your peripheral.
He slotted his body between your thighs and crashed his lips upon yours, an act that ultimately didn't last as long as you wanted when he broke the kiss to pull your shirt over your head. You then quickly made work of your bra to get it out of the way. He appreciated the action, punctuated by the immediate cupping of your breasts in his rough hands, fingers rolling over the bud and then teasing it between his fingers. You bit into your lower lip as he played, each action adding to the need and arousal swirling in your lower belly.
Moments passed and he grew impatient, hands running down your bare stomach, fingertips tipping inside the waistband, using the leverage to pop open the button of your shorts, taking both your shorts and underwear when he dragged the piece of clothing down your legs.
He took the spot between your legs once more but now on his knees, eyes running over your naked form as he pulled you closer to the edge of the table. He smirked up at you at the first touch, fingers running over your clit in a barely there touch before his tongue ran through your folds. He sucked on your clit, tongue pressing and prodding when he slipped a finger into you and pumped slowly before adding another.
You moaned softly as you leaned back onto your arms to keep your weight, thinking how just his tongue and fingers pumping into you was better than anything you could've done to alleviate the need yourself. Your hand slipped into his hair, the tie falling from the bun when you pulled against it.
His hands slipped under your butt, squeezing the flesh in his palm before lifting you to meet his mouth more explicitly.
You were close, could feel it burning just under your skin, a few more strokes and you'd be done for. That posed a slight problem for your mind, you didn't want it to end, not so fast. His words, his touch, his tongue. Weeks of thinking about him, and in a few moments it comes crashing down, the perfect image of him between your legs so momentary. It wasn't fair, half or even a third of the work already done for, if you were to judge by your previous encounter. You wanted more, didn't want to go back to how it was after the last time.
Despite the protests, you came on his lips, legs clenching shut around his head for a few moments before they fell open again. His motions slowed as you cried out for him, and simmered until he stopped completely, lifting his head from between your legs with a satisfied smirk placed on his lips.
"That's a good girl." he stated, voice rough but not callous in the phrasing as he patted against your thigh two times. He stood from his position, rising to his full height that hovered over your seated one. His fingers lingered on your thighs, soft skin beneath his fingertips that he used to pull you forward until your feet hit the floor beneath. He kept you from tumbling to the floor, an uneasiness in your bones when the weight rested fully on them and so suddenly. "Turn around, buttercup." his voice echoed, rough and firm that pressed against your skin as he turned your body to face away from him.
Your hands pressed against the rough surface of the desk while he pushed his covered bulge against your backside, lips pressing a chaste kiss to your bare shoulder, hands lingering on your hips.
"I've been thinking about this for the longest time." he whispered against your skin, hand leaving your hip to unbutton his pants. He pulled his cock from its confines, rubbing himself against you for a moment, groaning at the feel of your slick coating him before lining up to your entrance.
You angled your body to allow him better access, biting into your lower lip as you waited for him to stretch you over his cock, push you to the edge and then perhaps some more.
He pushed in slowly, agonizingly slow, stretching your cunt even through your recent high. He stopped once he was fully sheathed, a slight change in breathing when his teeth grazed over your shoulder.
"Fuck-" he cursed, hands holding onto your hips tightly as he fought off the urge to just fuck into you with reckless abandon. "You feel so good squeezing my cock."
You moaned in response, sucking in breaths as you waited for your body to adjust to his size so you could feel him slip in and out of you, feel him use your body for his own pleasure and push that ecstasy in and out of you until your screams gave out.
"Please.." you whimpered once you felt the pressure of being stretched mold into pleasure. "Heis.. Please move..."
The plea had an air of sounding pathetic, whimpering and small. He grinned, endless skin spread out before him to use as he wills and to have you wanton and wishing for it was just the cherry on top.
His hips gave a quick thrust into your body which elicited a whimper before he pulled out almost all the way, just the head still pressed into your body, before pushing back in, hand resting on your back and pressing you flat against the desk.
You opened your legs a bit more to allow the needed space to push into you more, taking what he was willing to give to you as his hips pistoned into you. The front of your legs pushed against the cold metal of the table while he repeatedly filled you as sweat beaded down your forehead and moans slipped freely from your lips.
"That's it." he groaned. "Taking my cock so well, sweetheart." his hands curled over your hips to the point of bruising, pulling you back against him with each and every thrust.
You looked over your shoulder at the man behind you, sweat beading down his forehead and silver strands sticking to parts of his face as he moved within you. Teeth clenched and eyes trained on where his cock was entering you. You bit into your lip, feelings and thoughts swirling in your lower belly at the visage, pulling your release ever closer.
"I'm close.." you, cried, fingers curling around the edge of the table and turning a pale white at the intensity.
There was a brief falter in pace, his hand leaving your hip. He bent over your body, lips pressed to your shoulder while his hand slipped underneath you to rub at your clit.
"Don't let me stop you, (Y/n)." he stated, voice rough but less than composed. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
His finger circled your clit, brushing over the bud in time with the thrust of his hips. It didn't take much for you to come undone, falling head first off the edge. The feeling spread and bubbled under your skin, walls clenching down on his cock while your body released onto him at the cry of his name.
"That's my girl." he groaned, fingers no longer pressing on your clit but the snap of his hips barely faltered, pushing you past your orgasm and into his own, using your body for his own pleasure until he came a few moments later pressed deep into you and filling you with his warm seed.
A few moments spent connected and catching his breath before he slowly removed himself from you, watching as your combined highs leaked from you and started its journey down your thigh. A beautiful sight in such a depressing village.
He took two digits and pressed the leakage back inside you and held it for a few moments more, relishing in how you whimpered at the contact before pulling away from you once more.
He pulled you upright, turning your body to face him and placing you on the table, pushing a few strands almost delicately away from your face.
"You did good." he swallowed, frozen in time for a moment. It's all he managed to say. After everything, it's still all he managed to push out of his lungs. There was so much more on his mind that he wished to voice, he needed so much more than a few needy moments but using it as an excuse to get close to you was infinitely easier than telling you, and himself, the truth. Telling you the things hidden inside of him that even he couldn't make sense of. So this was just how it had to be, just these few stolen moments.
Summary: Modeled after the grace scene with Anael but by vibes only.
Wordcount: 2247
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An emotion deep seated, conflict, chaos, betrayal. She should feel guilt. Guilt over what she's done, what she is helping bring... She could lie to herself and hide under coercion but she knows better, knows it as well as her name when the sparks prickle under her fingertips. He didn't have to force any of it even in their first meeting.
She swallows hard, eyes closed as his fingers keep her neck exposed, lips traveling over her soft skin as he takes from her, each flow of grace from her to him has her aching and needy for something she should not want, each moment that passes has her more pliable as the energy runs throughout this earthly body, she rubs her legs together in an act she can't fully recognize yet.
They're on the bed, thankfully, optimal for her mind to wander, her hands are in his hair, softly running through but he doesn't seem to mind the action or if he did, his need for her grace was a much more pressing matter than his annoyance.
She chews on her lower lip, eyes still closed. She shouldn't feel this way but the problem is that the notion that he's dangerous wasn't enough, he hadn't acted in a way that would explicitly back that up... But some parts of her wished he would in moments like these, to be tethered to the wrong edge of the blade. She thinks of him in ways that she should not, the kind that could cause so much chaos. She was an angel for crying out loud and he, well if the rumors were to be believed, he was anything but his former station.
There's a pause and her heart skips a beat, a stolen glance as he looks down at her content expression, in all his life he would not have predicted this. It's the grace, he could say but he knows there's more to it than that. Grace can only run so deep.
He feels connected to her, her grace flowing through his veins and as the other pieces start to fall back in place, all the ethereal threads mending in his being, there's still her at the middle. He wants more than he had the right to ask. He wants her, every single part of her claimed.
His lips latch onto her neck once more and she can feel the difference, the feeling of the movement of her grace comes to a halt. Its all hers now, the wound he made has closed but he's still on her, his forked tongue running across the expanse of her neck and she bites into her lower lip, eyes fluttering open.
This was a new turn of events and one she couldn't just brush off as easily, neither did she want him to stop but it did cause some anxiety as to why.
She feels his teeth graze over her skin and she bites down harder against her lip to not make a sound. Part of her thinks that she should stop this, that it tethers too close to what she holds hidden but her limbs make no move to do so, on the contrary, she opens herself for him to use and play so freely with this body.
His hand slips under her head, fingers running through her hair and then he latches on, fisting it in his hand. Her head pulls back, a gasp escaping her lungs, a smirk on his own as he dips his own back to regard her. She's watching him for the reason and god, if she only knew.
"(Y\n)." his voice echoed and she felt it ripple beneath her skin. His eyes lingers on her lips. Tempting, so full and slightly open as her eyes followed his movements. His tongue has felt the skin of her neck, felt the rush beneath his fingertips with each exchange of grace but he wondered how other parts of her would taste, would feel. So indignant of his station but here he was. He wanted to dig his fingers into her soft flesh, press his lips to hers and feel the shape of her pressed into his chest. It wasn't quite a common feeling for him to have, perhaps because so few angels have stayed around him as long as she had since his fall but maybe she just brought out a piece of him he didn't interact with before now.
He pressed his lips to hers, a moment passed as slow as the time dilation in hell and then her hands smoothed over his chest, small hands fisting the material as her soft lips moved against his. His grip loosened on her hair, holding her in his palm.
It was an odd emotion running through him. She wasn't pushing him away. She hadn't looked up at him in fear, she hadn't tried to kill him when they both knew she most likely could've succeeded in his state. She was reactive, pliant, considerate. On the contrary to what he'd imagine someone in her position would do, she pulled closer to him, kissed deeper, allowed his hands to wander.
Moments of soft discovery quickly became frustrating beneath the layers of pent up emotion, hands pulling and pushing more specifically as what they needed made itself known with the passing of time. His hands gripped the hem of her shirt, barely restrained thoughts of tearing it sitting at the edge of his mind but still, he made the effort of pulling it up over her stomach and chest and her pulling it off the rest of the way.
He should not have found her earthly vessel as alluring as he did, would reprimand himself later for licking his lips and letting his eyes appreciate the soft skin and curve of her breasts.
She felt her face heat with the way his eyes swept over her and she grabbed his own thin white shirt, pulling it swiftly over his head and throwing it over his shoulder to some random spot on the floor. She worried her lower lip and her hands smoothed over his chest, the hairs tickling under her fingertips and eyes flicking towards his to gauge for reaction.
He allowed her the moment. Not to say he didn't enjoy her fingers and how the swept across his chest, the look in her eye when she became more confident with each passing moment. Her fingers brushed dangerously low, fingers dancing at the waistband of his pants when she looked into his eyes, biting on her lower lip when her fingers slipped inside.
Her hand quickly found his member, fingers brushing against it that had him twitching and jaw clenching. Her hand ran up and down as best she could with the limitation until he grabbed her wrist in his hand, a pause as he took a breath and pulled her hand away.
His cock was aching to be freed now, denting against the rough fabric but it would have to wait as other thoughts occupied his mind.
His own hands reached out to her pants, unbuttoning it and pulling down the zipper. Each action feeling painfully slow. He'd have her, he'd taste her, he'd experience her ecstasy before he took her.
He pulled her last pieces of clothing from her body, endless skin open to his eyes but his eyes were glued between her legs as he licked his lips. His fingers brushed down her thighs as he descended between her thighs, goosebumps spreading over skin as he situated himself closer to her core, looking up at her face one last time before his fingers brushed over her clit. Her body gave a slight jolt and he repeated the action before his fingers ran through her slit, two fingers slipping into her as he lowered his head, mouth covering her clit and then sucking softly.
Her eyes closed once more, sucking in a breath as the feeling ran through her body. He continued the assault, fingers softly pumping into her as his mouth worked her over, forked tongue moving and thrusting about as he tasted her, pulling moans from her lips.
Her hips seemed to move at their own accord which seemed to annoy the angel between her legs as his response was to wrap his arms around her hips and hold her down as best as he could with his tongue thrusting over and over, waiting for the moment she finally gives in and comes undone under his ministrations.
It didn't take long for her body to be wound so tight, it burst. She cried out for him when her body gave out, legs trapping him for a moment when her walls clenched. His movements didn't stop however which had her body shaking while he took all that she would give him.
Her breath was labored when he crawled back up her body, smirked playing on his lips as he watched her state. She bit into her lip when she looked at him, an odd swirl of emotion now sitting within her chest that she couldn't quite untangle just yet.
He claimed her lips once more, almost painfully aware of what was going on between his own legs especially when he pressed his body to hers. He pulled away far too quickly for her taste and fiddled with his pants, sloppily pulling them over his hips until he too was as bare as she.
He took his cock in his hand, pumping a few times as his eyes moved over her naked form, chest rising and falling as her breath calmed, legs spread for his viewing pleasure, teeth digging into her lower lip.
He hovered over her, running his cock through her wet folds before pressing to her entrance, looking into her eyes when he took hold of her hips and gave a sharp thrust, entering her in one movement. She cried out at the action, nails digging into the flesh of his back at the sudden stretch and he waited pressed into her for her body to get accustomed to him before he would take her.
He pressed his lips to her skin, softly sweeping across all he could reach without moving too much.
Soft sounds slipped from her lips, a thought lingering in the back of her mind. This was much more potent than the exchange of grace could ever and she was here for it. She had felt the high only moments before but she wanted it again, wanted him pressed to her, wanted him to use her so he'd feel the same. She needed him to start moving.
"Lucifer." she breathed. His motions stopped as he dipped his head back to regard her. She had said his name with such reverence and need that led to an odd sense lingering within him. "Please I... "
Her voice cracked a bit but he understood what she needed from him, pulling out of her only slightly before pushing in as an experiment. A sound slipped passed her lips that let him know she was ready for him. He pulled out almost all the way before pushing back into her, watching as the action reflected in her reaction, face contorting and a soft moan slipping past her lips. He repeated the action, groaning at the feel of his cock slipping in and out of her wet cunt.
Not long before they fell into a rhythm, packing pleasure upon pleasure on their skin as sweat beaded across it. She cried out for him in ecstasy and prayer in a way no one had ever done and he had groaned her name, praise slipping passed his lips as he took pleasure from using her vessel with every movement he made.
Her nails scratched across his back, a familiar tightness gathering in her core. She felt like she was unraveling from within, such need to feel that high again but not wanting this to end.
Lucifer clenched his teeth, the way her nails ran over his back adding to the heightened feeling as he pushed into her. He felt the tightness within him, knew enough to know what it meant but he'd be damned if he didn't feel her unravel first. His fingers snaked between their bodies, thumb pressing to her clit and rubbing along with his thrusts.
Her body responded to the action as she arched into him, only a few short brushes across her clit and her walls clenched down on him. She cried out, nails digging into flesh and holding him near as his movements slowed for a moment. Her body shook slightly with the moment as the world beyond Lucifer blurred.
Lucifer wasn't far behind, a few thrusts dragging out her own pleasure within her constricted walls and he released, rope after rope of his seed painting her walls as he groaned against the skin of her neck.
They stayed connected for a few moments before Lucifer had lifted his head, looking down at her form as her eyes fluttered open. Beaded in sweat and hair sticking to skin. She was a little more disheveled than he had ever seen her and an odd feeling of warmth spread throughout him.
He pulled out of her and laid down beside her, the phantom feeling of her lingering on his skin. He looked over at her bare body, she was still trying to catch her breath. He felt the urge to pull her close, have her within reach, feel her chest rise and fall but he could not. It had already moved way passed what he had intended. She could not be the thing that pulled him away from his goals. He could not fall again.
