Late Nights, Late Bites
MDNI, character is 18+
tw: fem!reader, body worship, soft dom lilia, marking, light possessiveness, fingering, sweet + soft, unprotected piv, some plot, the slightest bit of blood (blame lilia’s fae fangs), sappy lilia (he’s whipped for you), domestic home life, reader works a brutal office job (that’s the biggest tw here, let’s be honest), reader is implied to be yuu, might be ooc, not proofread!!
this was requested!! ty anon <333
you fucking hated that fucking office job. your boss, the brutal hours, the soulless work, the overtime. it was the worst.
worst of all, though, you kept coming home way too late to spend any time at all with lilia. and, he started getting antsy. his precious human spouse wasn’t ever around!! whatever was he to do??
you both hated the arrangement, honestly. coming home after the moon has risen and nightlife has awakened is so damn draining
tonight, like all others from these past weeks, seemed to fall victim to the same depressing song and dance. you carefully enter your home, closing the door as quietly as possible, trying not to awaken your sleeping lover. he’s left you dinner (poison?) on the stove, as usual, and you leave your bag by the door. it’s typical. boring, even
locking the door, you loosen the buttons of your dress shirt collar, rushing to finally get comfortable after hours of tending to your boss’s every whim
instead, you feel a set of lips settling onto the now slightly exposed skin of your neck. sharp canines brush your skin, moving along the surface as your gasp quietly
“lilia? you’re usually asleep by now… why’d you wait up?” you keep your voice low, surprised at his unannounced appearance
he laughs against your skin, lips kissing it gently. “my, dearie, you’ve been so stressed. you’ve not even graced my lips today, i’m being deprived of your love”
it’s true, you’ve been getting up so early and arriving home so late that you’ve barely gotten to see your, much less kiss him goodbye or goodnight.
you can practically picture the pout he’d be wearing right now if he weren’t pressing fervent kisses to the side of your neck.
setting your stuff down, you turn to face him, seeing the sly smirk on his face. he pulls you into a chaste kiss, leading you gently to the bedroom
he presses you down onto the bed, urging you to finally relax, as he approaches your neck and lips once more
he kisses deeper this time, his teeth grazing the stress-bitten skin of your lip. his hands rest on your shoulders, pressing into them, slowly massaging the tension out of your skin
“dearie, let me appreciate you tonight, alright? it’s been so long” lilia smiles at you, the point of his canine peaking out from the curve of his lips
at your nod, he moves down from your lips, kissing up the skin of your jaw, nipping at the lobe of your ear, sucking gently at the skin just below
it’s been far too long since he’s left marks of his love on your skin, and something deep and instinctive inside him wishes to fix that
he moves across your neck, kissing down the muscles and veins, sucking and lapping at the bare skin as you rest your head back into the pillows, finally getting the luxury of relaxing into your lover’s hold
lilia feels the stress ebb out of your form, and you feel the smile of his lips as he notices
he kisses down to your collar bone, lapping at the sensitive skin adorning your chest. once he hears you sigh contently, he focuses on that one specific spot nuzzling closer to your neck as he kisses the spot, messily pressing his lips to it. he gently bares his signature fae fangs, gently nibbling at your skin before pressing down gently, making sure to leak behind a hickey, leaving the mark of his favor
he watches as your skin blooms in response to his love, smiling as he lick as the skin along your shoulder
the sounds you make as he displays his adoration bring warmth to his heart, knowing that you have given him not just body, but soul
he sinks the points of his fangs just barely into your shoulder, sucking another hickey into your skin, slightly rougher this time
the small, carnal noise that escapes your throat makes something bloom throughout lilia, who hums happily into your shoulder, watching as one drop of blood slides down the skin of your chest before he delicately laps it up
“my dear, i have not hurt you in my display, have i? i know that my infatuation may grow too strong at times” he would never wish you harm, and, as a fae, is always careful of his effect on his fragile, human lover
once you’ve eased his worries, he turns to your lips once again, one of his hands now resting on your waist as his other runs over your newly marked skin
he kisses you deeply once again, his tongue tracing your lips as he mumbles how much he misses you
you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to you. for just a moment, all of your stressors bleed away as you lie in the arms of your lover, his hands pressing into your sides, desperate to removes the rest of your office attire
once you begin taking it off yourself, gently breaking the kiss, lilia steps back a moment to admire you once again, skin littered with his marks, face warm, and thighs rubbed together as you lay before him, in only your everyday bra and panties
he finds you so precious like this, wearing mundane clothes, simply just you, you don’t need any special, lacy detailing or revealing clothes for him to find you beautiful or sexy. he loves you for you, simply as yourself, on your best day or you worst. you’re his spouse, his wife, his lover, his world. he’d go back to war for you if it meant he’d be able to cherish this forever
he’s pulled out of his epiphany when you cup his cheek with one hand, looking up at him
he snaps back to himself, and the moment, pressing himself to your lips once again
his hands spread across your bare skin, his lips kissing along the fabric of your bra, leaving more marks on newly exposed skin of your chest
your hands rest on his shoulders, quiet giggles escaping your lips as he sings praises into your skin.
words spill from his lips as he kisses you, claiming your lips again as he presses two of his fingers to the throbbing heat of your core
“may i, my dear? i’ve missed you so much, i’ve missed the sparkle of your eyes, the moans of your lips, the beauty of your pleasure..” you pull his down to your once again, interrupting his loving monologue as you remove the last of your clothes, leaving yourself completely open to him
“lilia, love, please do” you smile at him, spreading your thighs open to him
he gathers some of your essence onto his fingers, circling the bud of your clit, watching it swell gently under his touch
he gently presses two fingers into the heat of your cunt, curling them slightly as he waits for you to relax
he drinks in your moans as his thumbs your clit, his hand moving to press against your gummy walls, searching for the sweet, spongy spot that makes you see stars
when you whine out, pressing your head back into the pillow, lilia smiles, kissing your chest as he massages the spot, flicking your clit gently
“are you close, lovely? can you cum for me, dear?” he’s being so sweet with you, after so many late nights, so many days slaving away without seeing your lover, you both miss the gentle intimacy of your married life.
as you nod, telling him how good it feels, he moves a hand to gently knead your chest, rubbing the sensitive pebble of your nipple, making your rumple over the edge into your orgasm, his fingers continuing to pump into you, leading you through the orgasm, while he moves to messily lick at your tit, connecting with your nipple. his teeth graze the tip, making you shiver as your fall from your high, cum dripping over the already messy folds of your pussy
“dearie, i’m so glad i can still make you feel this good, even after all these years” he twists you nipples between his fingertips, licking your slick off the hand that was once between your hands. “may i make love to you, my love?”
you instinctively hide your face at the comment, embarrassed by his words, but nodding anyway
“lilia, love, you don’t need to be so formal with me. of course, i’d love to” you cup his cheek again, giggling at him while you pull his chest to yours
he’s finally undressed, and slowly moving to press his thick tip to your soaked folds
“relax for me, dear, i only want you to feel pleasure, not pain. talk to me, okay?” he presses kisses to your face as he pushes inside the tight muscles of your pussy, groaning as he feels you stretch around him, the warmth of your wetness enveloping his swollen tip
he presses his head to the crook of your neck, biting down as he resists the urge to roughly thrust into and bottom out into.
but that’s not what tonight’s about, it’s about you, your pleasure, not him. his precious lover has been so busy, and she deserves slow, loving intimacy after all your hard work
the whine that escapes you throat pulls lilia back into the moment, and he pushes inside further
he continues, slowly moving deeper as he watches your face, making sure you feel good
when he finally bottoms out, his tongue claims you, and your hands find lilia’s shoulders, with hands hands on your plush hips
he moans into your lips, waiting for you to tell him to move. your pussy feels so good around him after so long, and he’s cherishing this moment, relishing in your warmth and embrace
“mm- lilia, move, please!” you break the kiss, a string connecting your lips, and your head falls back as lilia pulls out almost all the way, before pushing back into you slowly and deeply, fucking you slow and passionate
he keeps his head buried in your shoulder, kissing and suck more marks as he quickly becomes drunk on the feel of your cunt around him. it takes everything in him not to speed up his thrusts, but he wants to be loving and careful with you right now. you deserve the sweetest, most gentle night, and it was his duty, as your husband, to treat you right
your moans, whines, and whimpers sync with his own, lining up with the deep, strong thrusts of lilia’s hips as he angles his hips to perfectly hit your sensitive cervix, a hand traveling down to circle your swollen bud as his other grasps the headboard behind you.
he’s moaning into your shoulder, finding himself extra sensitive after being separated from you so much for so long. the fae in him cherishes this connection, and he’s trying so hard not to let it take over
“my love, i’m so close… mm.. please cum with me?” his fingers press harder into your clit, his hips meets your pelvis with more force, his tip massages into your cervix all the much harder, just trying to make you cum once more “m-may i… inside?” he sounds so desperate like this, whining into your ear as he twitches deep in your pussy, but the love in all of his motions is stronger than his words
he held you so gently, even like this. it was like he was a different man, just for you
with one particularly deep thrust, you begin to feel that knot in your core tighten, your orgasm coming closer
“lilia- ‘m… close!” you moan out to him, clit throbbing, pussy clenching, head thrown back
amidst your nearing high, you feel the hand that was once on the headboard lace with you own, and his head dipping down to your moaning lips, kissing you and he thrusts faster, both your orgasms very close
his hips falter, fingers pinching your clit harshly, tipping you both into climax, his cum seeping into you, dick twitching, and your cum painting a white ring right where you both connect
his head rests in the valley of your chest, pressing light, chaste kisses to the skin as he breathes heavily
lilia’s dick rests heavy inside of you, his cum lightly bloating your soft stomach, as you still feel the final waves of your high
once the flash of white fades, and you begin to come down, you hear little whispers as lilia lays on top of you, almost entirely spent
“i love you so much… you make me feel so young, alive, loved, i can’t imagine life without you, my love” his whispers are barely noticeable, but the sounds reach your ears, making your heart flutter once more, even while he’s still buried deep inside of you
“lilia… love?” you pull his attention up, dragging him into a kiss, this time one full of love, pulling him into your deep embrace
pulling away, you speak to him, cupping his cheek, “i love you, more than anything, lilia, you’re the love of my life, the stars to my midnight sky. okay?”
one final kiss, shared between the two of you once again, seals your words, as you lie together, embraced in one another’s arms, connected together, as in love as you’d always been
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