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The summer sun was in full effect at the sanctuary, and you certainly weren’t complaining. You were seated on a stone step in the yard, pretending to be balls deep in a book, your eyes were not on the page however, but on something else. Lithe limbs moving seemingly at the speed of light, the strain of material over said limbs. Grunts of exertion that your brain reimagined as grunts of something else entirely. Your thighs clenched at the images your mind was crafting.
Finally, Arat trapped the man she was sparring in a disabling arm lock and lowered him to the ground while ignoring his pleas for mercy. Eventually she let him go, her lips quirking slightly at his grumbles as he walked away, rolling his arm dramatically. You’re so caught up in the rare sight of Arat smiling (to a degree) that you’re not quick enough to look away when her eyes fall upon you.
You frantically flip the page of your book in a last-ditch attempt to look preoccupied, hoping she didn’t see. You’ve been harbouring this painfully juvenile crush on the stone cold female saviour for weeks now, still unable to find the courage to talk to her. Usually you’re pretty confident, able to talk to most people with good reason. But Arat… She gives off a vibe that screams ‘I’ll punch you if you talk to me’ and you dig it, but it stops you even attempting to say hi. You don’t think she’d be interested anyway, she seems so above frivolous things like relationships in the apocalypse. A lone wolf.
Your nerves are only amplified when you feel a shadow fall over you and your book, a useless prop at this point. You look up, regretting it immediately when you catch a glimpse of a droplet of sweat sliding down Arat’s neck, the way you wish your tongue could.
“You want something?” She states gruffly, it doesn’t really sound like much of a question.
“No, why?” You reply dumbly, kicking yourself for not saying something smarter.
She cocks an eyebrow.
“You were watching me.” You shrug, hoping it comes off as nonchalance rather than speechlessness. She regards you suspiciously. “You ever sparred before?” Her question takes you by surprise. She sounds genuinely curious.
“No, unless biters count as sparring partners.” Your heart falters when her lips quirk, just like before.
“You should. Helps develop technique.” She informs you, folding her arms in front of her.
“I don’t think I really have a technique to be honest. I just attack full force with whatever weapon I have and aim for the head.” She shakes her head slightly.
“That won’t work against humans.”
“Guess I’m screwed then.” You chuckle awkwardly.
“Not if I teach you.” She says. You have to stop your jaw from dropping. Where has this come from? After a few moments of you staring gormlessly, she offers you a hand. “Get up.”
“Aren’t you tired?” You protest, taking her hand. Arat does that little smirk again.
“I don’t get tired.” Your body warms significantly, no thanks to the sun. She leads you out into the middle of the dusty courtyard where she stood with her original sparring partner. “Get into position.” She instructs you. Drawing from a couple of boxing classes you took at your old gym pre-apocalypse, you take stance with your dominant foot forward. “Southpaw. Interesting.” She comments.
She takes her own stance, and before you can register her first move, she has you in the same painful arm lock that she did the man before. You groan out in shock, and then arousal when you realise how close to her body you are. She doesn’t appear to notice the difference.
“Ok, ok, fuck, let go!” You protest. She chuckles, her breath tickling your ear in a way that makes you shiver. She relinquishes her grip on you and you stumble away.
“You didn’t say go or anything.” You snap. Arat snorts indignantly.
“You think your opponents are going to wait until you’re ready and say, ‘on the count of three’?” Your shoulders slump and you roll your eyes, she’s right. “Come at me. Don’t go easy either.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.” You mutter, getting back into your stance. This time, you don’t even wait for any indication from Arat, you simply lunge for her, guard raised.
The pair of you trade punches, you attempt kick her feet out from under her but fail miserably as her torso bends sharply and she grabs your ankle. She lifts your leg up suddenly and you fall back on your ass. Before you can jump to your feet, she nudges your chest back with her boot and your back flops to the ground pathetically. She kneels on your biceps, holding the top half of your body down with her weight. You’re now distracted from the initial reason why she’s sat on you in the first place. Your mind has transported you from the dirty ground to your bed, Arat’s clothes are gone and she’s rolling her hips in front of your face, teasing you.
“You ok?” You snap out of it at the sound of her voice in real time.
“Yeah, I think I might be a bit light headed.” You reply weakly. Arat actually smirks.
“You had enough?” She taunts, staring down at you.
“From the position we’re currently in, I’m inclined to say no.” You say, shocking yourself, and Arat too apparently. Her mouth is open slightly and her eyes dark.
“Too much?” You ask, nervous that you’ve pushed it with the formidable woman, but she shakes her head.
“Not enough, I’d say.” You slip your arms out from under her knees, moving your hands to rest on her thighs experimentally. You look up at her, Arat doesn’t protest. The courtyard suddenly feels very silent. Allowing yourself to squeeze her toned legs, you continue to gauge her reaction, still a little scared you’re treading a dangerous line. Arat could snap your neck in seconds, and she was very difficult to read. You’d barely even talked to her before.
Finally deciding there was no point being so timid, you take a leaf out of Arat’s book, and rather boldly move your hands up her thighs to her hips. She still says nothing, but you notice that her breathing has accelerated, and her chest is visibly rising and falling. You decide to make the final move and slide your hands round to her ass and grab, hard. Her dark brown eyes widen in shock and you brace for her rebuttal. It doesn’t come.
“Do we need to go inside?” She asks, voice suddenly husky.
“I mean, if that’s your preference.” You joke, and her smirk returns.
*
It took less than five minutes for you and Arat to reach her room and strip of all your clothes. You caged her underneath you, licking up and down her collarbone hungrily as you had always fantasised about. She tasted so fucking good, her needy moans were driving you absolutely insane.
“Took you long enough.” She breathed out. You stop momentarily to meet her gaze.
“Huh?” You pant.
Instead of responding, she reaches her hands up to grab yours, placing them around her neck.
“Choke me.” You don’t need to be told twice. Squeezing tightly, you relish the way her eyes roll back so that only the whites are visible. Her gorgeous mouth opens and closes, silently begging for air. You let go when you think she’s had enough, and smirk at the sound of her breathless gasps.
“All you ever did was watch me spar.” She groans, burying her hands in your hair. You smack her face lightly and back up, making your way down her body, tasting her all over.
“My apologies,” You mutter between licks and kisses. “I have voyeuristic tendencies.” She chuckles, but her amusement is cut short when you spread her legs and dip your tongue between her folds. “God, you’re so fucking wet.” You observe, Arat lets out a guttural moan. You drink her up, rubbing her clit with your finger. Her hips buck against your face and it’s a job holding her in place.
Her skin is soft and pliable underneath your fingertips, and her cum tastes so good you could eat her out all year long. Her moans have you dripping wet, but you’re determined to make her come. For such a quiet brooding woman, she was pretty vocal when you got her going. Swearing quietly through her teeth, you concentrate on pushing her closer and closer, unable to hear anything other than your heart pounding and Arat mewling like a bitch in heat.
You briefly pull away from her dripping cunt to instruct her;
“Cum for me, Arat.”
Arat coming, is a work of art. The sinewy muscles in her thighs tighten and shudder as she lets out the sexiest sigh you’ve ever heard in your life, followed by an unsteady ‘ohhh fuck’. You slow your assault, gently licking Arat through her climax and finger fucking her to completion. With one final slide of your fingers against her most sensitive spot, the fierce woman comes undone yet again, all over your face. A damp area forms beneath the meeting of your face with Arat’s slick pussy. You just made Arat squirt.
“Holy fuck.” She exhales, pulling you up by your jaw to kiss you roughly.
“You taste good.” You murmur.
“I know.” She smirks, grabbing at your breasts, tweaking at your nipples.
“Still going?” You tease her, slapping her sensitive cunt.
“I don’t get tired.” She echoed the same words she’d said to you out in the courtyard, not a hint of jest in her tone. She stands, and you watch her ass move as she walks to a drawer and pulls something out.
After making her come multiple times, watching Arat put on a strap on while never dropping eye contact is really threatening to push you over the edge.
Once she makes the final adjustment, she transforms. She prowls towards you, a cocky sneer on her face.
“Suck it.” She growls. You oblige her request immediately, spitting on the appendage and sucking it with such an enthusiasm, Arat begins bucking into your mouth.
Apparently not quite satisfied with this, she grabs you by the hair and turns you around on the bed, throwing you forward. Arat yanks your hips up so your ass is in the air, presenting your pussy to her like a horny slut. She lets out an audible ‘mmm’ and you wiggle involuntarily.
“You want me to fuck you?” She asks, rubbing the tip of the strap on against your aching core.
“Please, Arat, please.” You beg. She slaps your ass so hard it stings.
“You call me master.”
“Yes master, please fuck me.” You cry out into the mattress. And finally, she relents. The thrusts herself inside you and you moan so loudly that if anyone was in the hallway, they surely would have heard you. The sinful sounds of the toy pushing and pulling from your soaked pussy seem to echo through the room. Arat’s hips offer savage punishment, it feels as though she’s fucking you with all her strength.
Her hands grip your hips, occasionally removing one to spank your ass so hard that your eyes water.
“Take it, bitch. You love getting fucked from behind don’t you?” You whimper out a response, but it doesn’t satisfy Arat. She snatches your hair up in her hand and pulls your head and torso back into an uncomfortable position. “I asked you a question.”
“I love getting fucked from behind, master.” You manage to gasp out, but she doesn’t let you down immediately. Continuing to slide in and out of your wet snatch, she gropes at your tits with her spare hand. She toys with your hard nipples, pinching and tugging them until you start to shake. Amidst your shuddering and moaning she shoves you back down and buries your face in the pillow.
Her heartless attack on your cunt continues and you can feel the inevitable build at your very core.
“I’m close, master. I’m gonna cum.” You warn her.
“Not without permission you won’t.” She snaps, moving her hands from your hips to your throat.
“Please may I cum, master?” You squeeze the words out despite the pressure she maintains on your carotid arteries.
She slides a hand from your throat round your hips and down to your clit.
“You may. Cum all over my cock, right fucking now.” She orders you, and you have no trouble obliging as a blinding orgasm overcomes you. You collapse onto the bed in a shaking heap, thirsty for air. Arat pulls the toy from your pussy, eliciting one final moan from your lips. She sets it on the bedside table and lays down next to you, you can hear that she’s out of breath too.
“I’ve been thinking about doing that to you for a while, you know.” She admits, a sly smirk on her face.
“Looks like we were both wasting time.” You chuckle. A sudden bang on the door makes you both jump, a loud booming voice follows.
“Arat, you done scissoring the fuck out of that broad or what? We got shit to do.” You recognise it to be Negan and promptly turn bright red.
“You weren’t exactly making an effort to keep it down.” Arat shrugs.
“Chicks only scissor in porn. I’m coming.” Arat calls out to him.
“I’ll bet you are. Send me an invite next time.” Negan’s bellowing laugh is almost contagious, and despite your embarrassment you find yourself grinning too.
“I don’t share pussy, Negan.” She replies, dark eyes locked onto yours.
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Arat/ female reader
contains: smut and some language
You pull Arat into a desperate, passion filled kiss. Your hand reaching up to cup her jaw, the other sliding down to grip her hip tightly. Arat quickly regains dominance, grabbing your ass firmly and pulling you in even closer. Your breasts were pressed enticingly together, the contact and material from your thin cotton shirt instantly hardens your nipples. You wanted her. Needed her. Right now you didn’t want to think about the after. You just wanted to get lost in the moment. Get lost in her.
Arat grinned mischievously against your lips and you felt her fingers sink into your hips as she pushed you back into a dresser. You gasped at the sharp edge colliding with your lower back, but was quickly distracted by Arat’s fingers tracing along the edge of your jeans. You pull away, biting her lower lip as you did to look at her. Damn she was beautiful. And strong. Not to mention fierce. Everything you aspired to be. And she wanted you.
You move your hands to her supple breasts, softly kneading them through her black V-neck. Arat let out a soft hiss and leaned in to attack your neck. You tilt your head back to give her more access, thoroughly enjoying the sensations of her teeth nipping your throat. Your hands slide under her shirt and you feel the heated flesh beneath. You wanted nothing more than to taste her smooth caramel skin and make her scream in ecstasy. Arat nipped your ear, tongue tracing the soft shell. You hear her breath hitch as you pinch her nipples and that satisfaction earned a rush of warmth between your legs. Feeling her hand slip into the front of your jeans and dip into your panties makes you mewl with wanton need. Her plump lips meet yours in a sensual kiss as her fingers slide along your slick folds slowly, relishing in your moans against her mouth.
You pull her in closer, practically against you and take your shirt off. Desiring to feel her naked skin against yours, you reach down to remove hers as well. Your throbbing cunt momentarily saddened by the loss of her skillful fingers as she raises her arms, her lips curled into a devilish smile. Your mouths meet again lustfully, eager hands grabbing and caressing each other’s bodies. You were so wrapped up in her, you were barely aware of her hands guiding you across the room. Feeling the back of your legs hit the mattress, you fall back, hungrily pulling her down on top of you. The rest of your clothes were quickly discarded and you both became a tangled mass of naked limbs. Your cries of elation melding together in a symphony of pleasure and temporary gratification.
An hour later, you both lay in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms. Neither desiring to move, but wanting to enjoy it while you both could. You trail your fingers up Arat’s arm idily, looking up at the ceiling.
“Negan wanted to fuck me so bad when I first got here. Tried to talk me into being wifey number four,” Arat said gleefully, no doubt greatly amused by the Savior leader’s many attempts. I turn my head towards her, my lips brushing against her temple. “Of course he did. You’re beautiful.”
Arat smiled softly at the compliment, her almond shaped brown eyes flitting over your features lovingly. “It took awhile to convince him I’d rather be a Savior,” she said with a cheeky smile. I nod, rolling my eyes, arm squeezing her tapered waist ,”I’m amazed you did. He can be very persuasive.”
Arat smirked and raised up on her elbow, eyebrow raised. “You’re the one who convinced him to share you with me.” She brushed her hand teasingly over your breasts and you bit your lip hard holding back the moan that threatened to leave your lips. You couldn’t stay much longer. You had to get back.
“I didn’t. He saw me look at you one time and pitched the idea to me. I wasn’t going to turn him down.” You reply with a bemused grin, briefly reliving the memory of both Negan and Arat taking turns worshipping your body. It was one of the most erotic experiences of your life. Unfortunately, it only made you crave more. With or without your dear husband.
Arat pushed a strand of hair out of your face, “Lucky me.”
You swallow thickly, the words you needed to say dangling precariously on your lips. Sighing heavily, your gaze returns to the ceiling. “We need to stop doing this,” you say with a heavy heart. Arat says nothing so you continue “We both have it really good here. And if we get caught I...don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”
There was silence for a moment before Arat nods her head. “Yeah...yeah you’re right.”
You nod in agreement and move to get out of bed, but you feel her grab your wrist. “Please stay...just a little longer. Negan isn’t due back for another day.”
You look down at her, wanting nothing more than to comply. But all it took was one nosy fucking person at the Sanctuary to take notice of your absence and run rampant with the accusations. “Arat...”
“Elizabeth.” she cuts you off.
Your brows furrow in confusion at the unfamiliar name. “What?”
Arat presses her lips together, contemplating, as though wondering if she made a mistake. “My name is Elizabeth.”
You couldn’t help but let out a little laugh, finding her all the more adorable. “You made up a fake name?”
She shrugs sheepishly, “Elizabeth’s fine but it doesn’t exactly strike fear into the hearts of men, you know?”
You feel your lips curl into a small smile. Every time, she found new ways to charm you. New ways for you to find her incredibly endearing. You weren’t entirely sure what your feelings were towards her just yet . But you knew they were strong and pleasant. The two of you felt a deep connection that had extended beyond sex. You should have quit while you were ahead. It was easier to stay away when you just wanted to fuck. But your feelings just made things much more complicated. And dangerous.
You cast one look at the door, mulling it over. Turning back to Elizabeth, you crawl back into bed. Back into her warm embrace.
“Maybe just five more minutes.”
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