Word Count: 1.8k
Pairing: Corbeau x Fem Reader
Content: Explicit Sexual Content, NSFW, manhandling, hair pulling
Summary: You interrupt Corbeau 3 different times while he's working, and how he reacts depends on his mood that day.
Comfortable
“Are you almost done?”
Corbeau felt his eye twitch. He lifted his gaze from his laptop, looking over at where you were lying on the couch. You were lying back, staring up at the ceiling with your legs crossed over one another.
At your question, he shook his head, even though you weren’t looking at him. “Asking me again won’t make me work any faster.”
You groaned in annoyance, dragging out your words dramatically. “You said you’d be done hours ago, and I’m tired.”
“You can go home! I’m not keeping you prisoner over here.” He immediately regretted how sharp he sounded. He watched you shift, shoulders stiffening a bit, but you didn’t get up to move. Stubborn. He knew you wouldn’t be going home until he went with you.
He glared down at the laptop and paperwork on his desk - now no longer work, but an annoying obstacle that was preventing him from going home with his partner. He was so, so close to being done, but it couldn’t wait until morning. He sighed quietly and lifted a hand to rub at his eyes under his glasses.
The tense silence stretched in the room until he broke it.
“Hey.” Corbeau’s voice was lower now as he called out to you. More gentle. A tone that you knew needed a response. When you twisted your head to look up from your place on the couch, you saw he was holding an arm out to you, motioning for you to join him at his chair.
Swinging your legs over the edge of the couch, you slowly stood and made your way over to him, taking in his appearance. He looked just as tired as you. His jacket was off and draped over the back of his chair, and the sleeves of his purple shirt were rolled to his elbows. His eyes were a bit droopy, lacking some of the sharpness they usually held. There was a slight slouch in his posture, very much not like his usual demeanor.
When you paused at the edge of his desk, he gave you an even more tired look and waved his hand again, wanting you closer. “What do you think this is? Come here, all the way.”
You did, stopping right at the edge of his chair. Wrapping his right arm around your waist, he guided you in front of him before tugging you down onto his lap. You sucked in a breath when he hooked his left hand around your knees, maneuvering you to sit sideways on him.
His right hand then moved from your waist to rest on your head near your temple, guiding you down to rest on his shoulder. Your brows pinched together, mostly in confusion, but you let him without resistance. He turned his head to press a soft, fleeting kiss to your lips, and then he was then already back to working. You could tell by the sound of his pen moving across the paper and the occasional clicks of the keyboard.
“What brought this on?” you mumbled, looking up at his side profile. The lines under his eyes seemed more prominent than usual.
“My lap was cold.” A decent lie, since he does get cold very easily. It could have been true, if the heater wasn’t blasting and he wasn’t jacketless.
You pressed a soft kiss to his neck. “You can just say you were lonely, too.”
You could have sworn you felt him shudder, but his voice was still even. “I’m doing this for your benefit.”
“Are you? I thought your lap was cold?” You started to lift your head to look at him, amused, but he quickly moved to keep you in place, gently pushing your head back into the crook of his neck.
“Do I really need a reason? You were already falling asleep on the couch,” he explained, in a tired tone that left no more room for debate. “Just fall asleep here instead. Don’t be stubborn.”
Huffing out a little sigh, you conceded and nuzzled yourself further into his shoulder. His shirt collar smelled like his cologne; fresh, slightly spiced, with something deep and warm underneath. There was also a lingering hint of cigarettes, as was the norm for him. You took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent, and felt yourself drifting off, body deflating as you exhaled slowly.
When you finally dozed off, you couldn’t see the soft smile he gave you. His finger tips brushed over your temple, his lips ghosting over your cheek as he whispered out a quiet, “Good girl.”
Playful
“Corbeau?”
“Yes, angel?”
“Are you almost done?”
“Why? You in a hurry or something?” Corbeau’s tone was light and teasing today. It was still early in the afternoon, no sign of the previously overworked syndicate boss from earlier in the week.
You pursed your lips, considering your options, before you slowly made your way around the desk to him. He looked up at you curiously, but didn’t say anything as you wedged yourself between him and his work. He just leaned back to give you space, eyes widening the slightest bit as you brought one of your knees up onto the chair, sliding against the outside of his leg. Your other foot stayed on the ground, leaning over him, but not settling down onto his lap.
“You know…” he started, a smirk creeping up onto his face as one of his hands slid up and over your hip. “...interrupting me isn’t going to make me go any faster.”
“Feel like I’ve heard that before,” you mused, sliding your hands up his arms and settling on his shoulders. You started to lean down, and his eyes immediately flicked to your mouth.
“Something like that,” he teased, leaning up to meet your waiting lips.
Seemingly satisfied, you promptly stood up and started walking away, your lips never reaching his. “Silly me, I know you’re busy. I’ll let you work, Beau.”
He was completely frozen, hand still in the air where it had been on your hip. When you turned around mid-step, his eyes were like fire, watching your every move. He was trying to stop it, but a smile was twitching at the corners of his mouth, and he lifted a hand to curl one finger towards himself. “Get. Your ass. Back here.”
You stopped on the other side of the desk, planting your hands on the wood surface and leaning forward. “Make. Me.”
He was out of his chair in a second, darting around the desk to chase after you as you bolted away.
It wasn’t much of a chase. He caught you by the couches, wrapping his arms around you from behind to keep you from running. Giggles and playful shrieks filled the huge room as he spun you around, his hands eventually finding a hold on both of your wrists together in front of you. Collapsing back onto the couch, he pulled you down with him, making you straddle his lap properly this time.
He was breathing heavily from the unexpected exertion, glasses askew, but a soft laugh still tumbled out as he smiled up at you.“You’re a fucking menace, you know that?”
You leaned forward to kiss the tip of his nose. “Might I remind you that you chased me. Who knew the big bad Rust Syndicate leader had such a playful side.” His face suddenly softened, and you tilted your head, questioning. “What?”
A full smile broke out across his face, and he leaned forward to kiss you. It was chaste and sweet. A bit different from his usual ones, but no less capable of stealing your breath away.
When he pulled away, his voice came out quiet, like a confession he wasn’t quite ready for. “I… didn’t know I had a side like this until you came around.”
Sinful
“A-Are you almost done?”
“Not even close.”
“Beau, let’s be reasonable-”
“I think I’m being perfectly reasonable.” His tone was perfectly mocking. He was resting his chin on your shoulder, looking down at his desk, but he paused to give your jaw a gentle nip. His breath was hot against the side of your neck. “You wanted me, you got me. Is this not good enough?”
His left hand was still busy scribbling away at a paper on his desk. What it said, you had no hope of deciphering in your current state of mind. His right hand was under your shirt, cold palm pressing against your lower stomach.
“This isn’t what I meant and you know it.” Your voice was strained, breath growing ragged and face burning from the situation you were in.
You were sitting on his lap, once again, but facing away from him this time. Your underwear had been pulled to the side under the skirt he had asked you to wear that morning. In fact, the fabric had been pulled aside to make room for his hard cock to be buried inside of you, where it had been for the last twenty minutes.
Twenty. Torturous. Minutes.
At this point, you knew it was a battle of wills. As calm as he was making himself appear, you could feel him twitching inside of you every once in a while, and his shifting had become far more frequent as the minutes had passed. Every shift made him drag against your walls, just barely, sending tiny little sparks through your core that were just not enough.
You couldn’t help but squirm on his lap, feeling an uncomfortable wetness that was surely ruining his slacks. “Beau, come on-!“
His hand curled through your hair, tugging your head to the side to bare your neck to him. You shuddered as his teeth dragged over your skin right where your shoulder met your neck, feather light, and his voice was rough. “You can do better than that, angel.”
You swallowed hard, a whimper escaping your lips as you tried to find the words. He had to be close to losing it, surely. Another twitch of his cock inside of you made you beg. “Please! Please move, Beau, I need it!”
There was a pause. A growl as he exhaled. Then, he was standing, pushing you forward against the desk. Your hands tried to find purchase on the surface, looking for any kind of leverage, but you just found paper. The paperwork slid under your hands, making you unable to hold yourself up as your face pressed into the hard wood.
He remained snug inside of you, pressing one hand against your spine to pin you down. His other hand returned to your hair, twisting into a tight grip near the base of your skull, and tugging while he slowly pulled out of you.
“This is what you get for interrupting me, again.” His hips snapped back into yours once, making you gasp.
Twice, and you whined.
Then, he didn’t stop.
The tops of your thighs would be bruised from pressing into the edge of the desk. Your scalp would be sore from where he was holding you so tightly, pressing your face against the wood. None of it mattered while your legs were shaking, your toes curling as he rutted into you over and over again.
If anything, now you wanted to bother him at work even more.
Word Count: 2066
Pairing: Corbeau x Female Reader
Warnings: It's literally just porn
Summary: "So about that kitchen scene.... *puppy eyes*
I just feel like you could do it better justice than me.
Enjoy your Sunday!" - @littlesugarbug
Corbeau x Reader Masterlist
i'm not kidding when i say this jumps straight into the smut. sorry about not posting much this week i've been in a bit of a writing funk
"Fuck," you groaned, and there was a loud thudding sound as your head fell back against the cabinet. You couldn't feel any pain as your sole focus was on the tongue making wide strokes over your clit, and the fingers pressing into you, firm and slow.
Corbeau had you seated on the kitchen counter, his head under the apron you wore - the only thing you wore. You'd been able to tell he was having a hard day at work, his usual thoughtful responses to your texts becoming only short replies. So you’d decided to surprise him when he got home with a waiting glass of whiskey and a waiting, wanting cunt.
The dinner you had basically been pretending to make was quickly forgotten when he’d come around the corner of the island to kiss you hello and found only bare skin beneath his hands.
"You're so wet and open," Corbeau breathed, pulling his head out from under the fabric to look up at you. His face was flush, glasses slightly askew, and his fingers continued to drag in and out of you. "Were you touching yourself before I got home?"
"I wanted–" you started, but your breath caught when his thumb slid over your clit, making your stomach jump with pleasure. Your mind flashed to the vibrator still left out on the sheets in the bedroom. "I wanted to be ready for you."
Corbeau practically growled, turning his head to place a single, firm bite to your thigh. Then he stood up and kissed you so roughly that your head hit the cabinet again. He tasted like whiskey and your own wetness, and your hands flew up to his hair to keep him close. You heard the metal of his belt buckle hit the countertop, and the zip of his pants, and then he was grabbing you by the hips and pulling you to the very edge of the counter.
"And are you, angel? Are you ready for me?" he asked, rubbing the head of his cock along your folds. You whined into his mouth and nodded.
Without any further teasing, Corbeau pressed into you. The angle was awkward, and he couldn't fully bottom out, but the drag of him against the entrance of you made your thighs shake as you squeezed them around his hips. He fucked into you quickly, until every inch of your skin was tingling and you were grasping at his shoulders.
Then on one thrust, he hit a spot inside you that made you gasp and fall forward into him. The momentum pulled you off the counter, and he caught you under the thighs as he slid fully into you for the first time, and you both moaned. Corbeau took two steps to the left and suddenly your back was pressed into the cold stainless steel of the refrigerator. He continued fucking you, roughly now, and this different angle had almost the opposite effect that the previous one had – he was never able to fully pull out of you.
Your fingers made fists in his hair as your nose pressed against his. Your mouth hung open, letting out soft moans as the pleasure built and spread inside you. His grip on your thighs was tight, nails digging into your skin, and his voice was barely more than a whisper as he spoke.
"Fuck, you're so good for me," he said. A magnet rattled off the fridge and clattered to the floor. "Just waiting for me to come home and fuck you as I please. I can use you however I'd like, can't I?"
His words sent another wave of pleasure shocking through you, and your eyebrows pulled together as his lips moved to your throat.
"Please," was the only whine you could manage as he kissed and sucked at the skin of your neck.
Suddenly, Corbeau was dropping you back onto your feet and sliding out of you. You didn't have time to gather your bearings, and he wasn't gentle as he grabbed you by the hips and spun you around. He pushed you forward into the kitchen island opposite the fridge, one hand pressing into your back until you were completely bent over it. The apron was the only thing between your body and the cold marble as he lined himself up and pressed into you again from behind.
Your fingers found no purchase on the countertop as he fucked you, the wet slapping sounds of your hips meeting echoing in the large room. You tried to move your hand underneath you to give you some stability, but it slipped, shooting out and knocking the bowl of lettuce you'd been shredding when he got home to the floor. It clattered loudly, and Corbeau's hand came up to your hair, grabbing a fistfull and yanking your head up.
"You think it's okay to make a fucking mess?" he asked, his hips not stuttering in their relentless pace. "Should I make a mess of you? See how you like it?"
You leaned your weight fully onto the counter now as heat swirled and tightened inside of you, your shaking legs no longer able to hold you up. Corbeau's breathing changed to short, harsh breaths sucked through his nose, each one accompanied by a low groan, and you could tell he was getting close.
You pressed yourself up onto your toes, trying to adjust the angle to get him even deeper inside you, and you squeezed down around him intentionally to milk his orgasm out of him. His hands tightened in your hair and around your hip.
"Please come in me," you whined, pressing your overheated cheek into the cool countertop. "Please, fu– Please fill me up. Make me a mess."
"Fuck," Corbeau moaned, then he moaned, deep and low, as his thrusts became slow, and harsh. His hips snapped against yours just a few more times as he came, and you could feel his cock pulsing inside you as he filled you to the brim.
His harsh breathing matched yours as he came down from his high and pulled out of you gently. Immediately you felt what he'd left in you slowly start to drip out. Corbeau leaned back, one hand gripping your asscheek and pulling it to the side so he could get a better view. The thumb of his other hand grazed over your entrance gently, the sensitive skin there feeling used and raw in a way you loved.
Then he pulled it away, reaching up and undoing the tie of the apron around your back. He grabbed the collar and threw it over your head, letting the whole thing fall to the ground and pool at your feet. His hand on your ass squeezed once, and then he let go and smacked it loudly. He pulled you up by the tops of your arms and spun you around again, and his hands found your waist, wide and warm, as he pulled your naked body flush against his still-clothed one.
"Go get on the bed," he commanded, kissing you once. "I'm not done with you."
You didn't wait to do as you were told, just kissing him one more time before you slipped out from between him and the counter and headed for the bedroom. You could feel the wet drip of Corbeau's come down your thigh as you made your way down the hall, but you didn't bother to clean yourself off before you settled back against the pillows. Instead, you picked up the vibrator you'd left among the sheets earlier and used it to press it back inside you.
You didn't turn it on, already feeling so sensitive from what felt like hours of stimulation with no release. Instead you just slid the toy in and out of yourself slowly, letting it maintain the warmth in you without adding to it.
You weren't sure what Corbeau was doing, you didn't hear any more noise from the kitchen, but when he finally appeared in the doorway across from you, he'd discarded most of his clothes, left only in his now-open button-down, whiskey glass in one hand and half-hard cock in the other.
His eyes were dark as he watched the movement between your legs, stroking himself slowly and sipping his drink. He said nothing until his glass was empty, and he set it on the dresser before climbing over you. He kissed you again, slowly now, the leftover whiskey strong on his lips. You chased the flavor with your tongue, and you felt his fingers wrap around yours between you, gently taking the toy out of your hand and pulling it out of you carefully.
Corbeau kissed his way down your neck and chest, between your breasts and down your stomach. You slid your fingers into his hair, scratching his scalp lightly as he left slow, warm kisses over your pussy. Then they tightened, pulling at the strands as he placed a wet, open-mouthed kiss to your swollen clit. His tongue was hot as it grazed over the nub, and you couldn’t help but press your hips up into his face.
It didn’t take long for the heat to build; you’d been on edge for so long. After only a few minutes of dedicated attention to your clit, you felt the pleasure snap inside you, radiating through your body as your pussy clenched around nothing, your own juices mixing with the last of Corbeau’s come as it was pushed out of you.
Corbeau crawled back over you, kissing you once before tucking his face into your neck. Your hands came up to rest loosely on his sides, not having any real direction as you came down from your high.
“Do you think you can take me again, angel?” he asked into the skin of your throat. His dick was fully hard again, and he rubbed the tip of it against your twitching entrance.
“Yes,” you breathed, letting your knees fall more open for him. He bit down on your collarbone as he pressed himself inside you again.
This time, Corbeau fucked you with slow intention, making sure you felt every inch of the drag as he slid in and out of you. Your head spun, and you squeezed your eyes shut as the heat began to build again. Corbeau reached his hand between you, brushing his thumb over your clit again, almost like a question. Confusingly, he pulled away when it made you moan with pleasure instead of whine with oversensitivity, but you understood when he grabbed the vibrator from the mattress, pressing it against you and clicking it on.
You cried out as the buzzing against your clit sent waves through you, and you felt yourself clenching down around Corbeau’s cock. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat, your breath getting caught around it as you gasped. You leaned forward, biting down onto Corbeau’s shoulder–which made his hips falter for just a moment–as you whined.
He pressed the button on the vibrator again and increased the intensity, making you bite down harder into his flesh before you released him, throwing your head back onto the pillows as your thighs shook with another orgasm. This one was more powerful than the first, your whole body tensing with it and bright light flashing behind your eyelids.
Corbeau came again as you clenched down around him, groaning around the nipple his mouth had found. You had to take the vibrator from him and turn it off when it became too much, as he was too far gone in his own bliss to pay attention.
You rubbed your hands gently over his shoulders as he came down, your thumb grazing lightly over the darkening bite mark you’d left. Then he pulled out of you carefully, settling down on his side next to you as you breathed together. His hand came up and cradled your jaw, fingers sliding into your hair to pull your lips to his again.
“Let’s rinse off and then get in the hot tub,” Corbeau suggested, leaning his forehead against yours and grinning.
The offer was incredibly tempting, but you were actually starting to feel really hungry. Before you had the chance to say anything, you were startled by the loud sound of the doorbell going off. Your eyes went wide as you looked at Corbeau with surprise and confusion, but he wasn’t phased.
This is my first smut EVER. Like ever. So please be nice to me. I like it raunchy so I hope it’s not weird. Please enjoy!
Content: Adaman x reader, protective Adaman, Subby Adaman, tit sucking, male masturbation, kinda smell kink, pnv, he loves you very much, mutual pining, kinda proof read. I’m not good at grammar. Im new to adding content warnings so please let me know if I missed anything important!
Summary: You had come back from quite the rough night in the Hisuian wilds. Luckily, Adaman is here to take care of you! What you don’t know is that the poor boy has it bad for you. So bad that he can’t sleep at night.
Word count: 5512
Adaman was always thinking of you. Always. Even when he didn’t mean to! Your face, your voice, the very concept of you always found a way to worm into his head. But honestly, how could he not have you on his mind. You’ve been an absolute angel, a wonder that descended from the heavens. Literally.
Your willingness to help was almost suspicious. Life in Hisui revolved around survival. To find someone willing to stick their neck out for others, without some kind of ulterior motive, was few and far between. While the communities of both clans were well more than civilized, the wild was a whole other arena. It wasn’t unheard of for people to go missing. Groups would go out into the Hisuian wilds, and only half would return.
Whether it be raging alpha Pokemon, the climate, or worse, leaving people behind to save your own skin was a common issue.
But you…
You thought differently.
You always gave it your all in helping the community in both the Diamond and Pearl clans. And while Adaman preferred to keep you to himself and the Diamond clan, he saw it was better for the survival of all to let you do as you wish. He knew better than to get in your way. Why would he after all you’ve done. You’ve busted you ass left and right. You’ve helped set up base camps with your own hands in the scorching heat. You’ve put yourself in danger and quelled the frenzied Pokemon.
You’ve even gone as far as to show the people of the Diamond Clan your beloved Pokemon. Seeing the look on the children’s faces always warmed your heart. Kneeling down as you unleash your Rowlet from its ball, you watch as the fear melts from their faces and turns to pure joy. Your chest swells and flutters as you let the children play with Rowlet. They chase him and playing games, sometimes even going as far as to feeding him.
From just across the way, Adaman watches. A smile creeps up on his face as he observes. Nobody here deserves you. You were so patient, never losing your temper, never raising your voice.
In Adaman’s eyes, it was quite the commendable trait to have, and only one of the many reasons he loved you. You were stunning. Breathtaking. Almighty Sinnoh, your beauty is divine. Your kindness knows no end, your generosity no bounds. Even when you’re borderline exhausted, against all odds you still manage to help those in need.
More than once he’s seen you limping around. The ache clinging to your muscles was evident, the bags under your eyes were growing darker by each sleepless night. But the second your eyes catch his, you’re all smiles and cheer.
He doesn’t know how you do it. It’s amazes him. Your dedication, your commitment, it makes his heart throb.
Along with a few other things…
At one point in time however, the pain had become too much for you to bear.
After a particularly horrific night of catching every possible ghost type for Laventon, you were spent. Adaman had made the trip to Jubilife Village for some business… but seeing as you had just arrived…
He approached you with exhilaration, feeling as if he were walking on air. Each step was in sync with his heart, every beat drawing him closer to you.
“My my, if it isn’t my favorite Galaxy Team member! I was hoping I would run into-“
His voice faded in the gentle wind. You looked drained, utterly and completely. Your steps were heavy, dragging across the dirt path, leaving patterns in your wake. Your eyes fought to stay open, every blink leaving your vision cloudy. The slight stink of sweat clung to your form. All that running through the night left you shaken.
“Oh dear… you don’t look so good. A-… are you alright?” Adaman ventured, raising a gentle hand in attempts to examine you.
“Oh… Adaman…” A yawn got caught in your throat, cutting off your words. Your words were light, your mind struggled to form sentences.
“I was just out… doing Pokédex work for Laventon… nothing too serious…” you explained, waving a limp hand in the air to shoo away his concern.
Adaman raises a brow, a look that was quite common for him. He shifts his weight to one side, taking a good long look at your clothes. They were tattered and torn, stained with dirt and… wait was that dried blood??
“A…ha… yeah. This won’t do at all. You’re coming with me.” He demands, leaving no room for protest. He grabs your hand, dragging you behind him. In your half asleep state, you almost topple over.
“Hmm… a-AUGH!” You trail behind him, his pace not letting up. Adaman marches over to a food stall. He grabs your shoulders, and sits you down at the table. You sit down with an “oof” as your bottom hits the seat. Your world was being shaken a little too much to your liking.
“Hey, what gives??” You yell, or at least try to. Really you don’t have the energy to complain. Your body screams in relief now that you have a place to sit. You let yourself collapse on the table, leaning forward and stretching your arms out. The texture of the word is rough and irritates your skin. Though, you couldn’t really give a damn about it. Someone could tell you that this was a pillow, and you’d believe them.
You don’t know how many minutes went by before the sweet savory scent of something invaded your nose. Like a wild pokemon, you sniff softly before opening your eyes. ‘Odd… I don’t even remember closing my eyes.’ You thought… have you really been this tired?
You hiss as the blinding light of day assaults your eyes. As they adjust to your surroundings, you’re met with wonderful surprise. The clashing of blue and muted green, and a plentiful plate of potato mochi.
You sit up, rubbing your eyes to try to wake yourself, groaning as you do so. You glance up, seeing Adaman resting his chin in the palm of his hand. His eyes hold protective intent, and it sends a shiver down your spine.
“After this you’re going straight to bed.” He shoves the plate closer, prompting you to eat. Even then, your stubbornness to assist others was still front and center in your mind.
“I- I can’t just eat and go to bed. I still have to report to Cyllene about-“ Adaman remains firm in his stance, refusing to allow you to push yourself any further.
“I won’t hear it! You are to eat and turn in for the night!” Adaman dictated, crossing his arms.
“And that is final.”
You look down at the table, the potato mochi giving comfort to your eyes but not your mind. ‘Have I done something wrong?’ He had never raised his voice at you, and it made you want to hide away in some sense. You were never a child when it came to conflict, but something about it being Adaman made your stomach twist.
Adaman could somewhat sense your discomfort, your silence speaking volumes. His eyes became gentle, watching your already tired body shrink even further.
He sighed, leaning forward with elbows on the table. He hung his head low, that pesky little strand of blue he could never tie up caught your eye. Like a magikarp to a lure your eyes were his again. Seeing you look so defeated, from his own words too… it made his chest ache with heavy guilt. Adaman let out a breath.
“I’m sorry for scolding you… but I can’t bear the thought of you being sent out on another assignment.” He admits, like it was some special secret. Hearing the tremor in his voice coaxed you out of stupor, and drops your guard.
“You’ve been working yourself to the bone and beyond that. Your body needs rest… and I want you to get a solid nights sleep and a good meal.” He gestures to the food in front of you.
“Consider it a small token of my gratitude on behalf of the Diamond Clan… for everything you’ve done… please.” The last plea came out as a whisper. His mind was begging you to take his offering. To him, this was the same as offering precious treasure to the Almighty Sinnoh. Nothing is too much if it’s for you.
He’d drop to his hands and knees and worship the ground you walked on. Just say the word and it’s done. So like he would for the Almighty Sinnoh, he begs you to accept his offering.
Your gaze peered back down to the fresh potato mochi. It was a very tantalizing tribute indeed. The thought of crunching on the crispy outer shell and savoring the fluffy inside… it was enough to make your mouth water.
One slow blink later, and you have your chopsticks in hand. Adaman let out a sigh of relief through his nose, resting his cheek further into his hand. He knew you didn’t have the mental strength to pay attention to anything else but your meal, so he opted to watch over you.
The soft crackle of the mochi being bitten was the only sound he wanted to hear. That and the occasional hum in delight wasn’t too bad either.
With every bite, the life slowly returned to your eyes, and Adaman’s grew warmer the more you gained strength. If it were up to him, he’d be sitting right next to you. He’d nuzzle into your hair, and trail kisses down your cheek, praising you on a hard days work.
If it were his way, he’d tuck you into your futon, but not before giving you a warm bath and scrubbing you clean.
If he could, and if your body wasn’t aching, he’d lay you down gently. He’d look into your eyes as he undresses you. Adaman would touch you everywhere. He’s replayed the scene so many times, he has a certain order on how he would do it.
Starting with you head, calloused hands would cup your face. Nimble fingers would trail down your neck and over your shoulders. Feeling you quiver beneath his touch makes his heart race, tempting him further. Going down the valley of your breast, his hands would cup under and up, giving them a gentle squeeze.
Just thinking about what he could do makes his tongue impatient. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself. Adaman would dive right in and start sucking. His lips would latch onto your nipple, and hearing your sweet moans would be the only motivation he needs.
He’d suck and suck and suck and suck until he was dizzy. Switching between flicking your nipple and rolling over it slowly with his tongue was such a hard decision. So why not both. He’d slobber all over you so much that your tits would be glistening in his spit. There’s so much he wants to do to you. Touch you, lick you, kiss you, love you, fuck you and-
“Adaman…” your sleepy voice knocks him out of his thoughts so hard it’s borderline sobering.
“Ah- yes yes? Are you done?” he sputters out, his facing flaming warm. He can feel it, the heat from his own cheeks against his hand as he shakes the thoughts away.
He looks at your plate. Empty. Not a single crumb left behind, like it had been licked clean. The flash of an idea of your tongue struck his subconscious. A pleasant warm shiver rolls over him, and he does his best to make it unknown to you.
“I see you’ve eaten… good.” Still recovering from his mental fuck session, he stands up. Thank Almighty Sinnoh above that his clothes are baggy… or the raging boner would be very awkward to explain.
Your eyes follow him, and you assume you should get up. It’s a struggle. As you attempt to swing your legs over the bench seat, the tightness in your muscles doubled. It seems that as you were resting, your body was cramping up. A dull pain slams your lower body and quickly turns sharp and wicked. Your hand flies to the edge of the table to ground yourself, and your throat erupts with strangled breathes.
Adaman is quick to react, immediately coming to your aid. Horny thoughts be damned, you were in pain, and he needed to be there for you.
“Don’t move anymore! Just… sit down for a minute…” his voice was laced with concern, and his hands slowly eased your quivering body back down. Your breaths were labored, but you allowed yourself a moment of peace.
“I-… I’m ok, I promise. I just got up a little too quickly…” you explain, before he could bombard you with questions about your state. The last thing you wanted to do was worry him…
Adaman had gone through the trouble of feeding you… you didn’t want to add anything else on top of it. You allowed yourself to sit in uncomfortable silence for a few seconds before bracing to stand up again. Your grip tightened around the edge of the table, and Adaman could see the look of determination in your eyes.
“Wait, hold on now! No need to over exert yourself.” He raises his hands, a silent gesture for you to stop your actions. You huff, shaking your head.
Adaman only frowns, his brows turned upward ever so slightly. A heartbroken look in his eyes swims in warm pools of chocolate irises.
He’s so beautiful…
Just his expression alone has you wanting to fall to your knees and cry. A deep fierce force tugs on your heartstrings, and a long winded breath escapes you. You hope Adaman excuses it to you just being tired.
He places a kind hand on your shoulder, his thumb rubbing slowly back and forth. You lean into his touch, and Adaman’s pulse picks up pace.
“I still have to report to Cyllene… she’s still waiting for me…” you protest, trying once more to rise to your feet. Adaman removes his hand, brows furrowed as he scoffs at your stubbornness.
“You just don’t know when to stop, do you.” He groans disapprovingly. He’s had enough of your frustrating tenacity.
One moment you’re sat, and the next moment you’re in the air. A pair of strong arms had scooped you up so effortlessly. You yelp, briefly bewildered from the sudden change. Adaman had one arm under your knees, and the other around your waist. The proximity was sending electric shock waves through your nerves, your face lit up in blush.
‘He’s close. So close… I’m in his arms…’
“I’m taking you home, and you’re going to rest.” He states. No arguments here. There’s no point.
He walked with purpose to your little living quarters. Though it were only just across the path, it felt like an eternity. Time slowed around the Diamond Clan leader, and you wonder if it were something divine.
Your head rested against his chest, just below his neck. He smelled so good. A lethal mixture of natural musk and pine with a dash of rain water. You breathed in deeply, framing it as fatigue.
Much to your dismay, the two of you arrived at your front door. He had positioned you to open it, and strolled inside.
Like magic, seeing the inside of your quarters zapped away all motivation to leave. Adaman sensed this, feeling your body melt in his arms.
Once at your futon, he laid you down slowly. You wince at the change in position, but sigh in ecstasy when your head hits the pillow. Adaman grins at your comfort, reaching around and covering your form in a blanket. As it reaches your chin, you pull it up and around yourself further. You hum in pleasure at the softness of the material caressing your face.
Daringly, Adaman reaches out and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. It’s uncertain and trembling, making his action all the more powerful.
“I’ll talk to Cyllene about you taking a few days off to recover. And I expect you to take them.” His words are stern, but there’s genuine care backing them up. You finally roll over in defeat, accepting his demands.
“Fine fine… I’ll listen.” You waved the white flag. Your body was all too comfortable, and Adaman all too sweet for you to argue any further.
“Hmph! Damn right you will!” He huffs in triumph. He crosses his arms, that same grin morphing into a smug smirk.
You don’t remember his shoulders being that broad… or biteable…
You shake off your thoughts with a breathless chuckle. Rolling your eyes, you turn to your side, back now facing him. Adaman knew that he should leave you be, but even then a part of him wished he could stay. Alas, he had business to attend to with the Galaxy Team. He took your sleepy silence as his cue to exit.
Taking one last glance at you comfy in bed, he made his way to the door. Padded steps could be heard across the floor, and you panicked hearing them grow faint. Quickly, you turned right before he left.
“Adaman…!”
The call of his name caused him to turn your way. He stood there, waiting for any request you throw at him. ‘Anything for you…’
The words got caught in your throat, your brain begging you to say something to him. You spouted out the only thing that made sense in the moment.
“T- thank you for your help today!”
Great. Now you sound like a bumbling idiot.
You wanted to crawl under your blanket and die. Let yourself succumb to your lassitude to prevent any further shame.
Adaman’s chest swelled with adoration. The rhythm deep within him was disrupted, the tempo picking up a few beats. Suddenly oxygen felt lacking. He silently took in extra breath, trying to quell the frenzy in his heart.
“There’s no need to thank me. I just wanted to help out a lov-“ he stumbled. His tongue worked faster than his mind could control. Adaman had to backpedal, lest he risk the friendship you two cultivated. Quickly now! Time was ticking!
Swiftly, and messily so, he spout out something that hopefully made sense.
“Long time friend! Yes, I’m always willing to lend a hand!”
…
He wanted to throw himself at a rabid ursaluna. Let it maul him to pieces until nothing remained. That seemed like a fitting end to his story after this ghastly fumble.
Perhaps his vision was bad, or a trick of the imagination, but you looked… disappointed.
Your smile faltered, and you averted your gaze to the plush of your futon.
“Yeah… thanks.” Though the tremor in your voice was subtle, that didn’t compare to the earthquake in your heart. It cracked like heated glass, fractured but not shattered.
You thought it best to roll over and go to sleep. Seeing you get comfortable once more, Adaman left, but not before whispering a hushed “goodnight”
Beyond the door, Adaman berated himself. Leaning up, back against the wood, he hung his head low. His hands were balled into fists against his head, knuckles turning white. Almighty Sinnoh above, how he wished he could go back in time. Reset and start over so he could take his words right out of the air. Yet at the end of day… he must respect all that has happened in times past. All of it.
The air had grown colder as night had long fallen over Hisui. Adaman was now by himself. He had been for hours, but even now he couldn’t get his mind off of you. Your very being has plagued him, every thought was consumed by you. The Diamond Clan leader was left powerless by your playful mystique. It frustrates him to no end, now tossing and turning in his bed, sleep invading him.
You just won’t leave him alone…
While he was talking to Cyllene about the now quelled lords, he was thinking of you.
When he was leaving Jubilife Village, he was thinking of you.
On the long walk back to the Diamond Clan, thinking of you.
During meal time in the late afternoon, thinking of you.
Thinking thinking thinking, always thinking of you.
Adaman grumbled as he turned to his side, then the other. Equally grassy and ocean hued hair fell over his eyes as he settled on his back. The ceiling was quite interesting tonight…
He worried for you, praying to the divine above that you were resting well… unlike himself. In his mind, he pictured your sleeping face. Your gorgeous eyes are elegantly shut, your blankets rising and falling with every breath. The moon illuminates your room, bathing you in its glow. Hard working hands now at a stand still. How he wishes he could hold them right now during your restful slumber.
To watch over you would be the highest honor to Adaman. He’d keep your hair out of your face, ease you out of nightmares, kiss your knuckles and worship every part of you. Every part…
If you asked him to devote this night to you, he wouldn’t hesitate. He’d unveil you from your blankets, crawling on top of you to keep in warmth. Slender fingers intertwine with yours, and they clasp together in unity.
Adaman tossed and turned, bringing a hand to his warming face. His clothes feel uncomfortably tight… perhaps this new position will aid him.
He would kiss down the expanse of your neck. Your tired, but knowing, eyes drill into his. You had commanded this of him, and he was eager to deliver. Down your neck his lips traveled, landing on your collar bone to leave little bites. Your whimpers of approval spurred him on, his tongue dragging across your bitten skin. He can taste the sweat from your hard work, and it’s better than anything he’s ever tasted.
No. Stop it. Stop. Cease at once!
Adaman closes his eyes, letting a shaky breath go. Now matter what he did, your face wouldn’t leave him. The more he fought, the more lewd it became. Other side now, he flipped, he’ll simply ignore it. He’ll shut his eyes and fall asleep, and he’ll wake up cured of his frenzy.
Adaman gave his pillow a quick fluff, resting his head back down. He allowed his breathing to slow, and his muscles loosen. There was no aching in his chest. There was certainly no throbbing between his thighs. If he paid no mind, then it shall leave him.
…
…
…
The images of you persist. Far greater than he expected. More than he could ever dream of.
Flashes of you, bare against him, flooded his subconscious. There was so much… the grinding, the moaning, desperate please for release. Sweat soaked bodies and shivering spines, spit coated lips and flushed faces. The indecent ‘plap plap plap’ of your bodies colliding in the most delicious way until you both reach your peak and-
“UGH!” Adaman sat up, hands deep in his hair while he shook back and forth, like scrubbing the thoughts from his scalp will save him. Breaths ragged and body antsy, she slowly uncovered himself. Letting go of the covers, his hand trailed down his head and over his mouth.
He was hard. Throbbingly hard. He didn’t want to stoop so low, he so desperately didn’t. The temptation was agonizingly strong. But there was no sleeping this off… and he knew it.
‘Almighty Sinnoh, forgive me…’ was his last cognitive thought.
He shimmied off his bottom garb, just so the hem rest around his knees. His cock sprang free, slapping against his lower tummy. He pulsed and ached with need, already dripping.
Seeing his leaky tip made him gasp. On his back, he reached down and grasped his length. Adaman hissed in pleasure as the heat spread through his lower half.
He started pumping slowly, head tilting back and letting out a needy moan. His tip glistened with pre, and he used his thumb to spread it around.
Your tongue traced around the plump shape of his head. Slow and teasing, you lap at him like a popsicle. Up and down, from base to tip and back again. He could feel himself twitch against your tongue, and he whimpers as it traces upward.
You swirled your tongue around his tip. The slow circles draw out sweet noises from Adaman. He whimpers and bucks his hips upward. The quiet plea for you to take him in your mouth did not go unnoticed by you. You look so conniving, the look in your eyes saying that you’ll own him.
“Please… use me…”
So you do.
Your lips wrap around him like a vice as you take him into your mouth. A warm shiver wreaked its way through his body, and he covered his eyes with his arm. His jaw fell open as a strand of strangled moans flew out. The sounds you both make are obscene. His pathetic moans laced with the sloppy sounds of your sucking was enough to make him cum. But he shouldn’t. No. He wants to hold out for you.
Adaman pumped faster, panting, gasping for air while drool slips from his lip. His mouth hangs open still, moaning like a bitch in heat as he fucks his fist. His back arches deliciously off the futon. His mind imprints the image of your mouth sucking him off in motion with the ‘shlick shlick shlick’ of his hand.
He cracks a brown eye open. Hes never been this hard before. It only served to boost his libido.
He turns to his pillow in a meager attempt to muffle his noises. The visions he saw… they were so lewd, and growing by the second. Adaman spreads his legs wider, thighs parting from each other while his balls jerk up with every motion. Damn you for being so beautiful. Damn you for filling his head with obscenities. Damn you for being so-
You’re above him now. Breasts fully on display while your sopping entrance nestles the tip of his cock. It presses against you, and you keen at the connection. Adaman doesn’t dare touch you, no, he’s not worthy of touching you. You were a blessing from the Almighty Sinnoh itself, sent on a mission to drain him of his seed.
Your hands pin down his wrists, and he whimpers, heart bursting. His cock throbs with anticipation, tapping anxiously against your folds. Adaman’s brain is fried, only being filled with thoughts of fucking you full. So full until you’re overflowing and drips everywhere. He wants to see it. To wants to see his essence dribble out of you.
“Please… please… take me in… I’ll do anything.” His words are slurred between speech and a groan. Adaman cant get a word out without sounding like a dumb lovesick boy.
You finally grant him mercy.
Gradually, you let yourself sink upon him. Past the tip and down his shaft, your pussy sucks him in. And Adaman… poor Adaman weeps with elation.
“A- Ahh..! Thank you. Thank you thank you thankyouthankyouthankyou-“
You’re so warm inside, it takes all the strength he can muster to not blow his load in that very moment. Inch by agonizing inch you take him. The stretch of his cock is exhilarating, acting as its own aphrodisiac. The deeper he goes, the greater your depravity intensifies. You reach the very bottom, his whole length now snug inside you. You shiver from the fullness, he fits so perfectly inside. You can feel Adaman fighting his desire. The twitch of his dick was impossible to ignore.
You chuckle faintly, laughing at his waning restraint. You release his wrists. Your hands trail down his arms and down his sides. His skin ignites in goosebumps, and he quivers in their wake. Further and further south they travel until you lean back, reaching his knees.
“Wha… what exactly are you do-ING! Ah~” Any symbol of reasonable thought is thrown out the window. Violently, you bounce on him. The mixture of your slick and his pre makes it easy move. It’s the perfect conditions to rise up and slam yourself down. Adaman is reduced to a jumble of moaning and begging. You ride him like he’s your personal dildo, nothing more than a toy to get yourself off on.
‘Plap plap plap’ you went as your ass meets his thighs. The sounds alone send Adaman into a spiral. You lean forward, shoving your tits in his face. He gasps, his warm breath fanning the skin.
“Suck.”
Adaman wastes no time. His mouth latches to you nipple, and he sucks with great fervor. You moan with delight, and the reaction is immediate. Your body responds, clenching around him tighter with every slam of your sinful hips. Adaman whimpers with his mouth full, and his effort doubled.
Your eyes catch a glimpse of his fucked out state. Pathetic brown eyes were glazed over in tears, half lidded. He was fighting for his life. His tongue was working wonders, swirling, and flicking, and lapping at all he could reach. His noised were downright pornographic, the smack of wet lips against soft skin, and labored breathes in between was breaking your defenses.
Adaman’s lungs beg for air, the burning in his chest is too great. His mouth parts from your breast, an a strand of saliva connects from lips to nipple. Brown eyes grow dark, pupils eclipse the iris as it dilates with lust.
“Oh… my… oh my-“ he stumbles, his own tongue forgetting how to move to speak rather than to suck. You coo at his clumsiness, running your hand through the depths of his hair. Adaman lets out a breath, the sensation of your fingers paired with your grinding was electric. His head was spinning, body like liquid magma, hot and melting against you.
Your hand reaches further, grabbing suddenly. Yanking backward, you force his eyes to look upon your own.
“A-agh!~” The tension of your tug was a new feeling, adding to the cocktail of pleasuring sensations.
With Adaman distracted, you crash your lips onto his. He yips in surprise, the noise being muffled by your own lips. His guard being down, you slide your tongue into his mouth and claim it as yours. He submits quickly, not even attempting to put up a fight. He’s too lost in bliss to care. It’s messy, all lips and tongue while all he can do is cry against your mouth. You soak up every one of his noises. It only fuels you.
Adaman is right where he needs to be, pants down, soaked in sweat, with your body on top of his.
Brown eyes flash open when he feels a change in your pace. You grind your hips down, cock fully in you to the base. The gooey tip rubs a certain spot in you that has you gushing. Your drive conquers rationality, and you continue to grind against him. Adaman is defenseless, his length being used like a toy sends him reeling. You don’t want to stop, your clit drags against his pelvis too good to stop.
Adding a little bounce to your movement, he hits a deeper depth than before. It’s detrimental to the multicolored man beneath you.
“Ha-ha w-w-wait…! Stop! If you do that I-… I’ll-“
“Do it!” You demand. Sanity has long left the both of you, allowing your minds to be consumed by carnal desires. Up down up down up down up down your pussy sucks on his cock. It’s too good. Adaman can’t resist. Up down up down up down up and-
“Ah- Ah~”
He feels an undeniable twitch in his palm, hot and pulsing. Adaman’s back arches, and he throws his head back in ecstasy. Creamy white cum spout from his tip in ropes. One after another shoot and fall onto his tummy, each one longer than the last. His hand doesn’t stop moving, wanting to milk himself of all he’s worth. He just wishes it was you. You you you, why couldn’t all this be inside of you?!
He continues to work himself through it. Moans shifting into wild grunts and groans while he just keeps cumming. He throbs once more, the steady bursts of cum slowing down to a steady dribble. Drops of white leak down his shaft and onto his hand.
Adaman gasps for air, basking in the aftermath of his orgasm. Sweat kissed skin glimmers in candle light. He takes in labored breath, rationality slowly seeping back into is veins. His mind became clear, but oh so tired. His lids felt like lead, and his limbs became stone.
‘Perhaps… this was what I needed.’
He knew he’d wake up to a gross sticky mess once morning came. However, the sweet scent of sleep was all too tempting. His eyes fluttered shut, and didn’t open again. All thoughts faded in the dead of night, and his body falls silent.
His mind is his once again.
Until, he sees you in his dreams.
If you made it to the end I’d like to say a big big thank you! My partner started playing Legends Arceus and I have not been able to get Adaman out of my mind. That being said, expect some Volo content coming soon!
CorbeauXFemReader
Corbeau hates it when you play the alarm game...
Word Count: 800k
Just a short one for you heathens (me included lol). Smut 🌶️ - NO minors
More Corbeau stories here
Sorry for any grammar or spelling issues, it was another fic I needed to get out asap
Warnings - Choking, mentions of choking
Your alarm goes off in a deafening manner as your phone rests right by your ear.
You immediately press the snooze button, an annoyed groan leaving your body. Your free arm quickly grabbing for the blanket as you pull them back up to your face, not giving into your alarm. And as you nuzzle your head back into the pillow you feel an arm slowly skim over your waist. A head moving to rest on your shoulder.
“Don’t you dare play the alarm game this morning…” Corbeau nuzzles into you. His warm breathing lightly caresses your cheek.
You don’t say anything. Only another annoyed groan leaving your lungs.
“Aww is my good little gir-“
You push yourself into him, “Too fucking early for a praise kink right now.” Your arm brings the blanket higher up on your face.
Corbeau chuckles, “Oh, but you liked it last night”
You open your eyes, a deep, a very exasperated huff leaving your lungs, “And?”
Corbeau moves his face, his forehead now resting on your shoulder as he tires to cover his smile. And as you go to say something your alarm goes off again.
Corbeau moves his arm up, trapping yours in it. With his other hand he reaches for your phone, silencing the alarm. A sigh leaving his lungs, “You know…” He tosses the phone away, “Maybe you need a different way to wake up. One that makes you feel better…”
He rests his head back on the pillow, your body soon moving back to his. Your back flush with his chest. His arm that was holding yours moving down to your hips. A slight pressure from his fingers causes you to push yourself back into him.
You feel his hard length pressed up against your ass. You let out a pleased hum as you move your hips over it.
“Is that what you want this morning?” Corbeau coos in your ear. His hand now on your waist as his fingers press into your plush skin.
You let go of the blanket. Your hand moving over the side of his face. Your fingers combing through his hair. You nod.
“Use your words, princess.” He slowly begins nibbling on your ear.
You let out a deep breath. Your chest starting to move up and down faster, “Yes baby. I-”
He takes in more of your ear, sucking down on your lobe
You moan low, it vibrating your chest, “I want you. Right now.”
He chuckles, his teeth letting go of your ear, “Yeah that’s my good girl.”
He keeps you on your side as he lifts one of your legs up. His length finding your folds.
“My, my babe…” he quickly notices how wet you are as he plays with your entrance.
You press your hips into him more. Your body becoming more impatient.
He chuckles, a quick thrust into you.
Your breath hitches as your fingers curl into his hair.
He sets his rhythm into you. His heavy breathing getting paired with low moans as he slides himself in and out of you. The slight curve in his length hitting your sweet spot.
“Is this what you want? My dick to wake you up every morning?” He grabs your arm and throws it back down. His hand slowly moving up to your throat, “Say it babe. Tell me this is what you want every morning. Me fucking you.” He lets out a low groan into your neck as he keeps his pace.
You feel his fingers lightly grip down on your throat, “Yes baby, I want you every morning. Please, baby, please.” Your moans coming out whiny as he keeps fucking you.
“Are you my good girl or are you my slut?” His fingers gripping down more.
Your mouth falls open as he continues moving his hips into you. Your wetness filling your ears as the sound it’s creating fills the room.
“I’m your-”
He quickly bottoms out into you. Your hand finding the sheets, your fingers curling around them.
“Your what? Come on babe, use your words…” His thumb trails over your jaw
You close your mouth a muffled moan trying to break through, “I’m your good girl. Your slutty good girl…”
He throws his head into the crook of your neck, “Yes you fucking are.”
His hips thrust into you at a much faster pace now. The sound of his hips hitting your ass now begins filling the room. You try to hold back but your body needs to release.
“Come on babe, give me what I want.”
You whine, as you try to hold on longer but soon your body lets go. A warmth filling you. Your body now squeezing down on him as he continues fucking you.
“Fuck I love it when you listen to me.” Corbeau moves his hand up to your jaw his thrusts getting slower but each one bottoming out into you.
“Fuck babe…”
He holds himself in you, his entire length inside you as he lets go. Filling you with all he has this morning.
He chuckles into your neck, “That a good morning alarm for you?” He keeps himself inside as he waits for the sensitivity to die down. His heavy breathing warming your neck.
You nod, a smile forming on your lips. The bliss of your release taking over your body as you two lay there together.
౨ৎ⋆˖ ࣪ 𐔌 N loves being intimate with you and only you !
cw: afab!reader. smut/fluff. not proofread. n is WHIPPED.
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your mind is a little hazy on how this even started happening; one minute you and N are on the couch kissing innocently and giggling, and by the next time you open your eyes, he’s hovering over you on the mattress of his bed.
you share a few more deep kisses before N carefully makes sure to remove every single piece of clothing out of the way— with any type of fabric of yours becoming discarded on the floor. he removes everything so delicately, as if your body is porcelain and could be broken just by the tiniest aggression.
and honestly, it’s a little embarrassing when you see N’s eyes glaring all over your body; knowing that he’s analyzing every movement of your body by the millisecond. his blue orbs feel so deep, as if when he sees you, it’s automatically photographed into his memory. that’s how he always is— so observant of absolutely every single detail.
“mmhn—!” you whimper out, feeling his tongue drag through your folds.
N is a master at learning what you love and being meticulous about it; you’ve learned he loves taking his time and refuses to do anything less than make you feel good. so when he starts peppering kisses in your inner thighs and warm exhales against your pussy, you know he’s too far gone.
“haah, i can’t take it anymore!” you plea, your breathing fast and unsteady. instinctively, your thighs try to push themselves together, yet N’s hands make sure they never touch.
he rubs the side of your thigh lovingly, humming against your core. “you can do it, come on… please?” N asks sweetly. his voice is like sugar; it’s so intoxicatingly soft, cooing natural reassurance without a second thought. “you’re so beautiful.”
but even as N would love to continue pleasuring you with his mouth, the raging heat down in his own body is impossible to ignore.
“i love you,” he says; a declaration. a statement that can never be taken back, or ever be forgotten.
N does this every time during sex— you already know he’s as closed off as he is, so even dating him took a very long while. so having sex…? yeah, he’s for you and only you.
“i want to make you feel good, okay?”
you know what he wants; and you want it just as bad. he waits for your nod, and reaches to embrace your hand in his. but with one swift motion, he’s in you— and it’s… amazing. euphoric, even.
“oh, N!” you throw your head back in pleasure as he drags his cock in and out of you, your bodies mixing together. your whimpers and pleas rip out of your throat, exclaiming your pleasure every time you felt his dick sliding through your walls. “hngh, r-right there, please—! i-i’m gonna cum!”
N could get addicted to the way your voice sounds like heaven; he especially loves way your moans drag out when he bottoms out inside of you; the way your voice squeaks with love more and more as he hears plap! plap! plap! in the background. it’s overstimulating— and he loves it.
“hey,” N breathes out, still keeping a dizzying pace. “i love you, i love you— hah— d-did you know that?”
you cry out, “mhm, i-i love you more..”
and that’s all N needed to hear. “i love you. i love you, s-so, so much… let’s cum together, okay?”
Your daughters were down for the night, tucked safely away in their beds with their favorite plushies nestled safely near them. Your and Grisham’s team were also tucked away for the night, fed and satisfied, dozing elsewhere in the apartment.
Grisham was in the kitchen, just finishing up that night’s dishes. The counters had been wiped down, the floor swept, trash taken out. He’d already pulled a bottle of wine and two glasses out for the both of you to unwind with, but there was something else on your mind.
Your hands snaked around his waist, drawing him close as you curled against his back, nuzzling your face between his shoulder blades.
“The girls are asleep.” You muttered, pressing a kiss to the back of his shoulder.
“Mm, I’ll wrap up here and join you in the living room.”
“No rush. I’m fine where I am right now.” You hummed, your hands snaking under the hem of his shirt.
Grisham inhaled sharply when your cool fingers spread across his abdomen, and he bit back a noise when your fingers dipped beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. Your fingertips traced the curve of his v line, knowing the route by touch alone.
“My love.” He slowly hissed, breathy and needy with a barely stifled low groan when your hand wrapped around him. You could feel his legs buckle in response, and pressed another kiss to his shoulder.
“What?” You feigned ignorance, slowly stroking him, your thumb cresting over the tip and already feeling a dribble of precum wetting the digit, “I’m not doing anything.”
“You know exactly what you’re doing.” He sighed, letting you tug the neckline of his shirt over so you could pepper his skin with a string of kisses, each one in equal measures of admiration and desire.
“I do.” You breathed across his neck, nipping his earlobe, “Turn around.”
Grisham moved to dry his hands, and you withdrew your hand from his pants, bringing your hand to your lips and licking the tip of your thumb. Salty in a way you couldn’t get enough of. When he turned, you captured your husband’s lips in your own, pushing him against the edge of the counter and steadying yourself with your hands on his hips. The kiss was promising and short, you had other motivations.
And those other motivations were you slowly sinking to your knees.
“My dear, one moment.” Grisham had stopped you standing you back upright and moving you aside to disappear into the living room. He came back with a pillow, leaning back against where he had been standing before, and laying the pillow at his feet, “As much as I want that, I don’t want you to ruin your knees.”
“This is why I married you.” You smiled gratefully, gracefully lowering yourself onto the pillow, “You’re always so considerate, Grish.”
You lifted his shirt, and kissed across his abdomen, down and around the red and white curls of his happy trail, tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers. Grisham rested a hand on your head, caressing your hair and face so sweetly you would have melted if your efforts weren’t entirely focused on making him feel good.
You wrapped your hand around the hilt of his cock, placing a practiced and gentle kiss to the tip and watching as your husband shuddered under your touch. He could feel your wedding ring against him, cool and metallic, but not sharp. Never sharp. You took the tip of him into your mouth, flitting your tongue around it before laying it flat against the underside, relishing in the way his fingers tugged your hair and how he hid his strained whine behind his hand. If it was just the two of you home you would have pulled his hand away from his face and listened to his moans like they were a symphony written for you and you alone.
Slowly, you eased more of him into your mouth, humming a pleased note when a guttural moan graced your ears. You cast your gaze upwards, catching the way he was practically curled over you. The light above the sink almost haloed him, his eyes glinted in a mix of adoration and need. His cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of red. You could feel his thumb brush across your forehead, encouraging you to continue.
You bobbed your head, setting a slow and steady pace that you matched with your hand. You didn’t need to be hard or fast, just attentive and intentional in your ministrations, and you knew exactly how to be attentive to your Grisham. Reverent, even. You knew what would make him squirm, and what would undo him completely, you had years of knowledge under your belt.
And you were becoming more thankful for the pillow.
Your name passed from Grisham’s lips, strained and almost begging as he tried all he could not to buck his hips under your steady pace. He was getting close, you could feel it in the way he got ever so slightly harder in your mouth. You slowed your pace, pulling your head back to tease the tip, your tongue swirling around it in practiced motions. Your free hand left its spot on his hip, curving around to cup his balls lightly, sweetly.
“M-my love- I-” He struggled to form coherent words, you could feel his body tense as his release spilled into your mouth. You continued your steady pace, making sure your touch was a little more gentle than it had been, for a few more passes as his orgasm passed over him and when his breathing settled into deep heaves, you slowed further. Intent on cleaning him up with your mouth and tongue.
Grisham’s hand smoothed out your hair while you did this, and he gave you a few more low, borderline overstimulated whines.
You released him with a satisfied pop, sitting back on your calves and smiling up at your husband as he tried to recollect himself. He offered a hand to you, and you took it gratefully, standing to your full height and kissing him softly, the taste of him on your lips.
“Love you.”
“Love you too.” He replied, softer than you had said it, pulling his pants back up, “Should we open that bottle of wine and continue this in the livingroom?”
Hi yes hello idk if you're taking writing requests or not but if you are I want you to please imagine reader showing up to their boy's (and/or Griselle's) place, hearing the shower running. Cool, reader can chill until they're done.
But then reader hears moaning. They're *jerking off* in the shower.
Maybe reader decides to get closer and listen to them... maybe reader risks taking a peek... maybe reader gets caught peeking, or maybe their s/o is none the wiser.
If you're not currently taking requests please feel free to enjoy the concept if you wish and I hope you have a great day 💜
Word Count: 2.4k
Content: Voyeurism, Explicit Sexual Content, Fem reader, NSFW
Summary: Catching your SO having a good time in the shower, featuring Corbeau, Ivor, AND Grisham (Separately)
So, I do want to be up front that I don’t normally take requests. Not because I don’t want to, I just don’t have the bandwidth for them 99% of the time and I feel bad when I can’t fulfill them.
HOWEVER, evidently I can be persuaded with the right inspiration because this, my dear anon, inspired the fuck out of me. Totally derailed me from my other projects lmao. Thank you so much for sending this to my inbox, and for being so polite and sweet 🫶🏻
I hope you enjoy~
Corbeau 💜
You didn’t see Corbeau upon entering his penthouse, but this wasn’t uncommon. His flat was huge, and he could have been in any number of rooms. You checked his office first, but it was also empty. Next, his bedroom. He wasn’t there, but there was a new set of clothes laid out on the bed. Then, you could hear the running shower, and it was easy to tell where he was.
You started to get comfy, planning to wait for him, when you heard a muffled sound through the bathroom door. Curiosity getting the better of you, you crept forward and pressed your ear against the door. It was silent, aside from the sound of running water. Just as you were about to pull back, however, you heard it again; a quiet moan.
Heat flooded your face, and the rest of your body, when you realized what he was doing. You shouldn’t have peeked. You should have been good and waited for him to be done. But, you didn’t, slowly twisting the doorknob and pushing the door to hopefully not make any noise. You just barely stuck your head inside, trying to get a glimpse of what you were hearing.
Corbeau’s bathroom didn’t have a shower curtain. It was a fancy, open-concept shower set back into one side of the room. So, you could see everything. He had one hand braced on the wall, leaning forward a bit. His other hand was on himself, moving in slow, twisting strokes.
His face was flushed, mouth open and panting, and his eyes were closed as he jerked himself off. He was close, you could tell just by his body language. His shoulders were tense, muscles moving under his tattoos as he shifted uncomfortably. You didn’t even realize you had gasped when he cursed and moaned out your name.
His hand stopped, and your eyes flicked up to his face. Piercing gold eyes were looking back, glaring just slightly without his glasses helping him. You had been caught, and you didn’t know what to say.
You didn’t need to say anything, thankfully. His hand left his cock to curl his index finger towards himself, beckoning you towards him. You almost missed what he said while you watched his length twitch. “You want a peek so bad, sunshine? Get over here. Now.” He was trying to sound commanding, but couldn’t help but notice that he sounded wrecked.
You still obeyed, shedding clothes across the bathroom as you made your way towards him.
“Can’t even take a shower in peace,” he complained, without any real annoyance as he pressed you back against the cold stone tile as soon as he had his hands on you. It was a stark difference from his heated body pressing against your front.
He captured you in a bruising kiss, and you moaned into each other’s mouths at the feeling of him sliding against you. You adjusted your legs just enough for him to slide the tip of his cock between your thighs, and he didn’t waste any time before thrusting shallowly against your clit.
“Fuck, did you get that wet just spying on me?” He teased, grinning against your lips as he pressed himself harder against you. He was fully fucking your thighs already, each pass grazing your clit and entrance but never dipping inside.
“Maybe I was already wet for you,” you teased back, satisfied when he groaned and pressed his face into your neck. His hips moved faster, angling to press harder against your clit as he started pressing wet kisses over your shoulder and neck. He was already so close, so worked up, that it didn’t take long for him to come. He bit down on your shoulder as he groaned, pulling back to spill down the front of your thighs.
He hadn’t even caught his breath before he dropped to his knees. Your hands flew to his head, half out of surprise and half for balance, when he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. “What are you-?”
“I’m not fucking done,” he interrupted, matter-a-factly, as he pressed the tip of his tongue to your already sensitive clit. There would be all the time in the world to clean-up once he finally was done.
Ivor 💛
Ivor’s apartment was simple, but had a large open floor-plan with high ceilings on the top floor of the building. A necessary find for his stature, and it suited him well.
One step into the apartment told you what he was doing. You could hear his shower running, but you could easily hear his voice over the spray. Loud, breathy moans and exclamations filled the air. Curiosity and excitement filled you immediately, because he never took care of himself, so to speak. He had told you once that it just wasn’t something he typically thought about unless you were near him.
You didn’t hesitate to knock on the bathroom door, quietly calling his name. You heard him let out something between a yelp and a moan before he answered back. “D-Darling! I didn’t know you’d be here so soon! I’ll be just a… moment…”
You bit your lip, trying not to giggle as you heard him shuffling, and grumble when something fell to the ground. “No need to rush, Ivy! Actually, would you like some help?”
You could hear him sputter a bit before he finally groaned out a quiet “please.” You were shedding your clothes before you even finished opening the bathroom door. Pants were stepped out of as you walked, shirt tossed away to the side shortly after, fully naked by the time you reached him.
His apartment had a tall, wide shower stall with no tub. It fit him as well as it reasonably could, but he could still see over the shower curtain, and he had to bend down to wash his hair. You could see him smiling shyly over the top of the curtain, and he opened it up for you as you approached. His skin was flushed from his face to the top of his chest, but your eyes shot straight down. He looked painfully hard, red and nearly purple at the tip.
It twitched against his abs as you stepped into the shower with him, and his hands found your back. You ran your hands over his chest and stomach, looking up at him with curious eyes as the warm water sprayed over you. You opened your mouth to ask what got him so worked up, but he spoke first.
“I couldn’t do it without you,” he blurted out. At your confused face, he kept going. “I just… couldn't stop thinking about you, I couldn’t calm down. Yet, when I tried to… I couldn’t…” He gestured at his problem before returning his hand to your back, gently stroking from mid-back to shoulder.
“You couldn’t come without me,” you finished for him, leaning into his calloused, but gentle, touch. He nodded as he pulled you a bit closer to him, and you pressed a few chaste kisses to his pecs. “Oh, my poor man, must have been going crazy.”
“Yes,” he already sounded breathy just from the little touch. Pressing closer to him, you felt his dick jump against your stomach, and he groaned quietly above you. “I needed you.”
“It’s okay, I’m here to help now, honey. But…” You slid your hand down his abs, gently curling your fingers around his length. His stomach flexed and he inhaled sharply as you started stroking him painfully slowly. “...will you do something for me?”
“Anything!” His response was instant.
You smiled before sliding to your knees on the shower floor. He adjusted the shower head for you, making sure it wasn’t spraying onto your face. He stared down at you with wide, but excited, eyes as he waited for you to continue. You pressed a too chaste kiss to the tip of his cock before giving him your request. “Tell me what you were thinking about while you were trying to jerk off. What couldn’t you stop thinking about?”
He opened his mouth to answer, but all that came out was a groan as you wrapped your lips around him and bobbed down. His heavy hand found the top of your head, and just rested there. Not pushing, not gripping. Just steady and present as you slowly worked more and more of him into your mouth.
It was always a bit of a strain to your jaw with how thick he was, but thankfully it never took too terribly long in this position. You knew just how to work him up.
“I-I was…” He swallowed hard, resting his head back against the wall of the shower as he tried to make his brain work. You asked him for something so easy in exchange for something so wonderful, and he needed to do his part. “I was remembering how you looked yesterday morning. At the dojo, you were stretching… your shorts…!”
He trailed off, mouth falling open uselessly when your hand came up to wrap around what you couldn’t fit between your lips. He whined when you popped off of him, and you gave him a light scold. “Keep going, big guy. You can do it.”
“I wanted… I wanted to rip your shorts off of you,” he confessed, practically panting as he resisted the urge to thrust forward into your mouth. It only got harder to speak as you moved your hand and head faster. “I-It was uncouth of me, but I wanted to so badly…!”
He looked down at you when you tapped on his thigh, and that was it. The sight of you, wide eyed with your lips stretched around him, pushed him over the edge. He came with a choked moan of your name, unable to stop himself as his hips jerked forward.
You choked a bit at the sudden feeling of him spilling down your throat, having to pull off of him when it was too much. You kept working him with your hand instead, letting the last of it spurt onto your chest.
“I’m sorry,” he sighed, pulling you up to hold you against his chest once he could think again.
“Don’t you dare apologize.“ You smiled as he adjusted the shower head again, letting the warm water spray over you and clean you off. He smiled back, leaning down to finally kiss you.
“Then, thank you, my darling,” he murmured against your lips, wrapping his arms tightly around your back, engulfing you. “I’m so lucky to have you to take care of me.”
Grisham ❤️
You actually had a feeling you would catch him in the shower, just based on the time you made it to his apartment. He would have just barely gotten home after closing down the truck, and he always showered before doing anything else. He had told you that it helped him to wash off the day so he could properly relax.
He didn’t know you were coming, wanting to surprise him with dinner. You entered his studio apartment quietly, takeout in hand, but froze when you immediately heard him moan out your name. Then, you heard it again. And again.
His bathroom door was open–a precaution he usually took to avoid mold in the cheap, older apartment building. It meant you could hear every single moan and whine he was letting out. You had rarely ever heard him so vocal, and you could feel yourself growing wet just from the sound of his pleasure.
Peeking through the open bathroom door, you stifled a gasp. The shower was a small one, basically just a box with glass walls. It allowed you to perfectly see his silhouette, slumped back against the wall, head thrown back and fucking his own fist desperately. Moan after moan, mostly of your name, were barely being muffled by his other hand over his mouth.
He was completely in his own world, not noticing your presence at all as he chased his orgasm. His hand was meeting every thrust of his hips, making an absolutely obscenely wet smacking sound even louder than the shower.
Actually, you felt a little jealous. He was always so gentle with you. Couldn’t he fuck you as hard as he was fucking his hand? The idea of his hips doing that to you made your knees feel a little weak, heat flooding straight between your thighs.
You knew Grisham too well, and knew he’d be mortified if you interrupted him. As much as you wanted to, you would be patient and let him have his time. As quietly as possible, you crept back to the kitchen to set the takeout on the stove. Then, you made your way to his bedroom, making yourself comfortable on his bed.
It was a small apartment, and you could still hear him as you stripped out of your own clothes, intending to give him a different kind of surprise.
You could tell when he came, a loud moan fading quickly into silence. You waited, excitedly and impatiently, as you waited for the shower to turn off. When it did, you had the thought to warn him, so he wasn’t too surprised by your presence.
Wetting your lips, your heart was pounding as you called out. “Hey, Gris, I’m here. Just so you know.”
You heard something clatter to the ground, but he was silent. The whole apartment was deathly quiet until he slowly crept out of the bathroom, looking for you. “Dear, how long have you been here…?” His breath caught when he saw you lounging on his bed. His mouth fell open, his eyes half-lidded as they roved over naked form.
He was still naked himself as he stepped fully out of the bathroom. He had his towel around his shoulders, hair damp and dripping onto his chest and shoulders. He didn’t pay any mind to the water dripping off of his body, entranced as he crawled onto the bed towards you.
“Did you have a nice shower?” you teased, watching him flush with embarrassment, but it didn't stop him.
“Baby…” he breathed, looking up at you with questioning, pleading eyes. When you let your legs fall open, knowing exactly what he was asking for, he groaned at the sight of your glistening folds. You could literally see his cock twitching to life again already between his own legs. "What are you doing here?"
“I came over to surprise you with dinner,” you explained, legs opening more to accommodate his shoulders.
“You're too sweet, my love. May I have dessert first?” He begged, hands coming up to stroke over your inner thighs. When you nodded, he barely got out a quiet thank you before burying his face between your thighs. As he ate you out like a man starved, his own hips humping against the mattress as he pleasured you, you could swear that he was moaning louder than you were.
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(FYI Ill also be writing one for Griselle later 👀)
Sorry yall chapter 3 of Nouveau Feu will just be the slightest bit more delayed, but I’m dedicating the rest of my Sunday to it 🫶🏻
Word Count: 3075
Pairing: Corbeau x Female Reader
Warnings: explicit sex, cursing
Summary: First time with Corbeau, with a twist
Corbeau x Reader Masterlist
maybe one day I'll write something that isn't just porn again, but today is not that day
It started with your head on his chest, one of his hands playing idly with your hair. Then you had scooted yourself up to give him a gentle kiss, and his hands caught your face before you could pull away. Next thing you knew his shirt was open and yours was somewhere on the floor.
You ran your hand along the skin you could reach, the other braced on the arm of the sofa and holding you up. His skin was soft and warm under your touch. Your finger caught one of his nipples lightly as you brushed past it, and you grinned at the small hitch you heard in his breath. You could feel the heat starting to swell between your legs, and you placed both hands on his chest now, bracing yourself there as you adjusted your hips to grind against his growing hard-on.
You and Corbeau hadn’t slept together yet, he was a gentleman who seemed to prefer wining and dining to sucking and fucking, but you were dying to get him undressed and inside of you.
He let out a soft moan into your mouth, and his hands slid up your back, pausing before they reached your bra clasp. You trailed your fingers down to the waistband of his pants, just above his belt buckle, and waited for a signal to continue.
Suddenly, Corbeau sat up, pushing you back until you were sitting on his lap. One hand stayed on your back, keeping you close, and the other reached out to grip the back of the couch. You rested your hands on his shoulders, the fabric of his shirt bunching as you pressed your fingers into the muscles there.
“Wait,” Corbeau said, and you stayed put, just breathing with him for a moment as he rested his forehead against yours. You closed your eyes, biting your lip and fighting your desire to continue pressing your body into his. “I have something I need to tell you and… I don’t know how you’re going to feel about it.”
The tone of the moment changed immediately. You could tell he was nervous, his fingers were tense against your back, and his voice was soft and unsure. You slid your fingers into his hair, gliding them down his neck and back over his shoulders to help soothe the tension there.
“Okay,” you said softly. You opened your eyes and looked into his. The assured, confident Corbeau you knew was nowhere to be found. This Corbeau’s eyebrows were pinched together with worry, and he seemed to be struggling to find the words he wanted to say.
“I… I’ve never been with anyone before,” he said finally, watching your expression carefully for your reaction.
Your own eyebrows pulled together in confusion, and you wondered if this was some kind of joke you didn’t understand.
“Really? Ever?” you asked before you could stop yourself. You pulled his shirt open a little more to look down at his gorgeous body, the colorful tattoos cascading down over his chest, and the mouthwatering happy trail that peeked out from his waistband. “I…. look at you.”
Corbeau turned his head to the side, and you looked up to catch a faint, pink blush start to grow on his cheeks as he looked off into the middle distance.
“I was always too busy trying to… survive. And then work started taking up all my time,” he was starting to ramble now. “It’s not that the opportunity never presented itself, I just…”
He shrugged as he trailed off, and he still didn’t look at you. So you slid your hands back up until you were holding his face between them, gently turning it back toward you.
“Hey,” you said softly. You pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
Corbeau shook his head, looking back at you now.
“That’s not what– I want to. With you.”
Corbeau’s eyes had lost their uncertainty, and he wrapped his other arm around you as well, as if to hold you there with him. You bit your lip as you hesitated, thinking about your own first time and how nervous you’d been. How afraid you’d been to do something wrong and humiliate yourself. Could you handle guiding him through that?
Another look into his eyes told you everything you needed to know. He trusted you, totally and completely.
“Are you sure?” you asked him, and he nodded.
You kissed him again, slow and gentle, and then you climbed off of him. You took his hand in yours as you stood up from the couch, pulling him with you down the hall. You didn’t turn on the light in the bedroom, letting the city lights streaming in from the windows be enough.
You paused at the foot of the bed, turning back to him and taking either side of his shirt in your hands, tugging him toward you to bring his lips to yours. You stood there, undressing each other slowly as you tried to pass reassurance from your lips to his. His hands started to explore your body gently, sliding along your waist, cupping your breasts, and squeezing your ass lightly.
Letting him take his time, you slid your own hand down his stomach. You took him in your hand gently, smiling at his sharp intake of breath as you wrapped your fingers around him. He was large and warm in your hand, and your knuckles brushed the soft hair on his lower belly as you started to stroke him. He felt perfect, and you wondered how on earth you’d been so lucky to have him all to yourself.
His hands froze, squeezing where they’d stopped on your hips. His mouth hung open, so you slid your tongue into it, brushing against his own and pulling him back to reality with the kiss. You turned and took a step back, using a hand on the back of his neck to guide him with you. When your knees hit the bed you reluctantly let go of him, lying back on it and sliding yourself up toward the pillows. Corbeau hesitated for just a moment, his eyes flicking over your body in the dim light, and then he followed you onto the mattress. He hovered over you and kissed you again, and you felt one of his hands touch your knee before sliding up your thigh.
“Can I…?” he whispered, his hand pausing in the crook of your hip.
“Of course,” you whispered back. You opened your legs a little to encourage him.
Corbeau sat back on his heels, eyes trained between your legs as he slid his fingers over you gently. His touch was light and hesitant. As much as you wanted to be patient, the tease was going to drive you insane.
“You’re not going to break me,” you encouraged softly. Corbeau’s other hand found your knee and squeezed it, and then he pressed his fingers against your pussy more firmly.
They wandered a little aimlessly, and you could tell he was paying attention to your every sound and reaction. When he brushed over your clit, you sucked in a sharp breath, and your stomach jumped. Corbeau’s eyes flashed to yours, and you nodded at him, so he rubbed over your clit again.
You let out a small moan, covering the hand on your knee with your own. You watched his face as he continued to fix his attention on you, watching his own hand and the way you clenched as the tension began to swirl and grow inside you.
Then you saw him lick his lips, and his fingers left your clit to graze over your entrance. You pressed your hips toward him, and he understood the invitation, and he pushed one finger into you slowly. You squeezed his other hand as he dragged it back out of you, and he watched your face now.
“Another,” you whispered, and he slid a second finger in along with the first.
He moved a little faster now, and your knees fell open wider. You let him keep going for a while, enjoying the light stretch, but it wasn’t long before you needed more.
“Can you…?” you lifted a hand to demonstrate how you wanted him to crook his fingers, and you felt them bend upward inside you. Your stomach tightened and you moaned again. “Exactly, now use your thumb–”
You didn’t have to finish the sentence before Corbeau’s thumb was rubbing over your clit. You gasped, squeezing your eyes shut as the pleasure jumped and started to build in earnest.
“Perfect,” you breathed. “You’re doing so good, oh my god.”
Corbeau kept at it for a few minutes, and your head fell to the side and your mouth hung open as you moaned, rolling your hips into his hand. Then you felt him shift, and you opened your eyes just in time to see him duck his head between your legs. You felt him replace his thumb with his tongue, and you sucked in a breath, letting your fingers tangle into his hair.
It was unpracticed and a little sloppy, but that almost made it better, knowing that you were the only person he’d ever wanted to do this for. Your thighs began to close around his head as your orgasm creeped up on you, and he continued to finger you in the way you had instructed.
“Fuck,” you whined, your orgasm almost in your reach. “Don’t change anything, you’re– you’re gonna make me come, ‘Beau.”
Corbeau stayed put, his tongue warm and stiff over your clit and his fingers dragging deliciously inside you. When the tension in you snapped, it rolled over your body in a warm, soft wave. You crossed your ankles over Corbeau’s back, pushing your hips up and moaning.
To Corbeau’s credit, he kept going as you came, working you through it whether he knew to or not. However, he also didn’t stop as the tension started to subside, and you gasped as he continued to lick your now oversensitive clit. You used your grip on his hair to pull him off you, your chest still heaving and your heart thudding in your ears.
You smiled down at him, at his flushed, messy face and his tangled hair. His eyes were wide, looking at you with wonder.
“C’mere,” you breathed, pulling him up. He crawled back over your body, and you cradled his face in your hands, kissing him just a little hungrily. “You’re a quick learner.”
You caught Corbeau’s smile before he dipped his head down to kiss your neck, pressing his body over yours.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said, deflecting the complement.
You could feel how hard he was now against your thigh, and you slid your hands down his sides and to his stiff hips. You tugged on them, letting him know it was okay for him to grind against you. He started to shift ever so slightly, and you felt his hot breath on your skin as he sighed.
“‘Beau?” you asked, and he hummed into your neck. “Do you have condoms?”
Corbeau pushed himself up on his elbows, his eyebrows pulling together as he stared past you.
“I probably should have thought of that,” he said, frowning.
You smiled, leaning up to kiss him again. You pushed a hand into his side to guide him off you and onto his back.
“That’s okay, I have one,” you said, sliding yourself off the bed. “Stay put.”
You left the bedroom, feeling Corbeau’s eyes on you the whole time, and headed to the foyer to where you’d left your bag. You pulled a condom out of one of the zippered pockets inside, and when you returned to Corbeau’s room, you had to pause at the sight of him.
He was leaned back against the pillows, one hand stoking languidly over his cock. Your mouth watered and your pussy clenched, looking at him, knowing that in only a couple minutes he was going to be inside you, and feeling a mix of excitement and pride that you were the first and only person who got to experience that. Corbeau was the kind of guy who could have anything and anyone he wanted, and he had chosen you.
You climbed up the bed and between Corbeau’s legs, pushing his hand away to replace it with your own. He hummed as you jerked him off slowly, and then you leaned down and placed a few wet, open-mouthed kisses over the length of him. You tore the condom open, and then you heard his breath hitch as you licked a long line up the underside of his cock, flicking your tongue over the tip of it.
You looked up at him to see his eyes had gone dark, pupils as wide as his slack jaw, and you smiled.
“Next time,” you promised, sliding the condom down over him and tossing the wrapper to the floor.
Crawling back over him, you leaned down and kissed him again, and his hands found your hips as you began to grind them over his. You felt the length of him sliding over your wet pussy, and it made you eager. You shifted until the tip of his cock was just brushing your entrance, and you stopped moving, leaning your forehead to his.
“Do you want to or do you want me to…?” you asked. One of Corbeau’s arms went around your waist, and slowly he turned you over until you were on your back and he was hovering over you again.
You’d teach him to be rougher with you later.
You pulled your knees up, and he used one hand to line himself up. You watched with him as he pressed inside, the tip of his cock disappearing inside you. His breathing picked up, and he pulled it out again, just to press back inside. You turned your gaze to his face, loving watching him discover the new sensation for the first time.
For a few moments, he slowly fucked you with just the head of his dick, and it made you tense, dizzy and eager for more. You didn’t rush him, though, and soon he started to inch his way further inside you, pushing in just a little more with each thrust forward.
When he bottomed out, he paused, pressing his face into your neck. You rubbed your hands over his shoulders, holding him close and letting him take all the time he needed. His hips twitched, and he whined.
“Fuck,” he moaned, his skin was warm under your hands and you could feel the movement of his harsh breath.
“Shh,” you hushed him. “Listen to your body. Trust your instincts.”
Corbeau lifted his head, and you took his face in your hands as he drew out of you, his eyes squeezing shut as he pushed back in again.
“That’s it,” you encouraged him, relishing in the full, warm feeling of having him inside you. He was exactly as perfect as you knew he would be. “You feel so good.”
Corbeau opened his eyes, looking directly into yours as he started to roll his hips, searching for a rhythm messily. You bit your lip as he dragged inside you, warmth smoldering low in your abdomen. Corbeau didn't hold back his noises, whimpers and moans spilling from his open mouth unselfconsciously. The sound of them sent tingles down your spine.
“Is it okay if–” he started, cutting himself off with a groan. “How fast–?”
“Whatever you need,” you assured him, sliding your hands into his hair. “I’ve got you.”
Corbeau leaned his forehead against yours, and his hips quickened to short, jerking thrusts. You knew he wasn’t going to last long, and you didn’t care. Corbeau was beautiful as he fell apart on top of you, with his hair falling into his eyes and his skin flushing red and warm down his chest.
Experimentally, you squeezed around him, and his eyes flew open, looking at you in almost shock. You grinned, tilting your hips up and clenching again as he moaned, loud and long. You couldn’t wait to show him all the things you could do.
When Corbeau came, the sound he made was a mix between a gasp and a whine, and you thought it might just be the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard. You stroked his hair as his hips stuttered and his body shook, and you could feel his cock twitching inside you as he spilled out into the condom.
Then Corbeau collapsed on top of you, and you put your arms around him, holding him tightly as he came down from his high.
“You okay?” you asked when his breathing started to even out.
Corbeau let out a short laugh, then he pulled himself out of you slowly, and then fell onto his back beside you. He rubbed a hand over his face, and you felt a warm adoration in your chest. You tugged the condom off of him, grinning when the touch made his stomach jump, and tied it before throwing it toward the trash can in the corner of the room. You made a mental note to move it closer to the bed at some point.
Tucking yourself into his side, you rested your head on Corbeau’s shoulder. He put his arms around you, fingers squeezing wherever they landed as he held your body close.
“I get it now,” he admitted, and you smiled wider.
“Better than Mr. Lefty?” you teased, and Corbeau laughed with you. He lifted his left hand and held it up in front of his face.
“Congratulations on your retirement, sir,” he said. You laughed, but you shook your head, reaching out to grab his wrist.
“No, he can’t retire,” you said, pulling his hand down between your legs. “He was just promoted.”
You tilted your chin up to smile at him, and he was smiling back. He leaned down to kiss you, and his fingers started gently sliding between your folds again. You stayed like that for a minute or so, and you knew you were heading toward round two, but you would have to send him out to the store for more condoms first.
“‘Beau,” you said softly, pulling his hand away and setting it on your hip instead. He hummed against your lips, fingers squeezing. “Do you want to take a shower with me?”
