contains: +18, masturbation (f, m), sex toy, blowjob, chan talks so fckng much, daddy kink, praise, hair grabbing, kinda overstimulation? kinda sub!chan, reader is in control here, lots of sloppyness, chan audio……
authors note: english is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in advance +++ requests are open! :)
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this ff was requested by @anjian03 <3
summary: What happens when you push Chan to the edge with a sex toy? Spoiler: he loses his fucking mind.
!!!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!!
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You hadn’t meant to start without him.
You told yourself you’d wait, that you could handle just a few more minutes. But the minutes stretched, your mind wandered, and every passing second without his touch became unbearable. You kept thinking about the way he talks to you when he catches you squirming. The heat in his eyes. The way he always makes you fall apart with just his voice...
Tonight, though, he was late. And you were already so wound up it hurt. So you gave in.
The soft hum of your vibrator was drowned out by the pulse in your ears, the tension of needing more, needing release, needing him.
You hadn’t expected him back so soon. Definitely not in time to find you spread out on his bed, head thrown back, your fingers tight around the toy pressed right against your aching clit.
“Don’t stop,” Chan’s voice came, low and calm, almost too calm, saying it before you saw him to avoid you from stopping. He stood in the doorway, hoodie half-off his shoulder, his eyes locked between your thighs. “Keep going, baby.”
You froze. Not from shame, God, no, but from the way he looked at you, like he was starving. It set your body on fire.
He stepped inside slowly, unbothered, and sat down in the chair across from you. His legs spread. One hand lazily moved down, slipping under his waistband. You watched him palm himself, stroking slow. “Tell me,” he said. “What’s it feel like?”
Your lips parted, breath shaky. “It’s… warm. It’s not you, but it helps. A little.”
“Helps with what?” he asked, head tilting slightly.
“The ache. The need.”
He smirked, gaze burning into you. “Why couldn’t you wait for me?”
“I tried,” you whispered. “I really tried, Channie.”
That answer made him groan softly, his strokes tightening. “Why is it so good, huh? You like being needy for me?”
“I do,” you gasped. “So much.”
“But you don’t get to finish,” he said, voice suddenly sharp. “Not like that. Not without me knowing exactly how it feels.”
He stood, slow and towering, until he was kneeling beside you. His hand came to your cheek, thumb brushing your lips. “You look so pretty like this. All needy and wet.”
Then he kissed you, slow, deep, hungry. His tongue curled into your mouth with a low moan, tasting your breath, your need. When he pulled back, he said, breathy “Come on, baby. Please me with it just like you please yourself.”
You nodded, dizzy. He sat on the edge of the bed, and you sank to your knees between his legs. His cock was hard, heavy in your hand as you wrapped your fingers around him, stroking slow, firm. He hissed, eyes fluttering shut.
You teased him wickedly with your tongue flicked out to trace a slow, wet circle around the swollen head of his cock, just barely touching, just enough to make him twitch. You felt the way his thighs tensed under your hands, how his breath caught in his throat. You flattened your tongue and dragged it up the underside of him, following the pulsing vein, tasting the salt of his skin. His hand gripped your hair, but he let you play.
Then your lips brushed over his tip, feather-light, a kiss that didn’t satisfy anything, he hissed above you, fingers tightening in your hair, not yanking, just holding. Like he wanted to keep you there, right there, in his orbit, pleasing him like that. Like he wanted to feel he had control about something. But he didn't.
You let your lips part again, took him in just enough to make him feel your heat, warm, wet, promising, and then pulled off, slow, your tongue dragging as you left him glistening and aching.
“Fuck…” he groaned, head tipping back.
You smiled up at him, thumb stroking as your mouth hovered above him. His grip faltered, shaky with restraint, his hips rising ever so slightly as if he couldn’t help it, trying to follow your mouth.
And then, you reached for the vibrator.
You turned it on low, held it to his tip. The moment it touched, Chan shuddered, hips jerking forward with a raw groan.
“F-fuck-baby…”
You looked up at him with lips slick, mouth open. “You wanted to know how it felt, right?”
His breath hitched. “Oh, I feel it. Keep going, baby girl.”
The moment the vibrator touched the flushed head of his cock, Chan twitched. His thighs tensed under your palms, muscles flexing as his breath caught in his throat.
“F-fuck-” he growled, head tipping back. “What the fuck, baby…”
You looked up at him, lips slick with spit and need, your fingers wrapped tight around the base of his cock. “You said you wanted to know,” you whispered, voice laced with mischief and lust.
“I didn’t think it’d feel like that,” he hissed, hips stuttering forward slightly. “Shit… it’s-fuck, it’s intense. Too much, but so fucking good.”
You circled the vibrator around his sensitive tip, teasing him the way you would tease yourself. The low buzz vibrated against your fingers too, sending a thrill through your palm. He was thick, twitching in your hand, veins pulsing under your touch as his cock swelled even harder.
“You like how I use it on myself?” you asked softly, your tongue peeking out to lick a stripe just under the head. “I get so wet, just from this. From thinking about you. From pretending it’s you.”
Chan growled, actually growled, and grabbed your hair even harder.
“Keep talking,” he muttered, eyes dark and locked on you. “Tell me what you do when I’m not here. What you imagine.”
“I spread my legs,” you whispered, trailing the vibrator slowly down the underside of his cock, then back up. “I imagine your fingers, your voice. The way you look at me when I beg, when I call you daddy.”
His abs flexed. His cock twitched again in your hand.
“I imagine you whispering, ‘Be a good girl and come for me.’ I pretend you’re watching. Just like this.”
“I am watching,” he rasped, chest rising with every shallow breath. “So pretty on your knees. Stroking me like that.”
“I love pleasing you, daddy” you said, kissing the head of his cock, letting your lips linger. “Every thick inch of you.”
His hand tightened slightly in your hair, pulling your face closer. His voice dropped lower, rougher.
“Use it again,” he said. “Right there. Make me feel it.”
You did. You pressed the vibrator against his tip again, a little firmer this time. He gasped and cursed under his breath, hips bucking.
You licked around the vibrator, your tongue brushing where the toy met his skin, dragging slow, wet circles. His thighs quivered. His other hand grabbed the sheets, knuckles white.
“Holy fuck, baby-fuck-you’re gonna make me-” He cut himself off with a growl. “Stop. Stop. I want you.”
But you didn’t stop right away, not until his cock jerked again and his voice broke into a low, helpless moan.
Only then did you pull the vibrator away and replace it with your mouth, sinking down over him slowly, savoring every inch. His cock stretched your lips wide, thick and hot against your tongue, the weight of him heavy as you took more.
Saliva spilled from the corners of your mouth almost immediately, you didn’t care. You wanted the mess. The obscene, wet sounds of your lips around him filled the room, sticky and loud, mixing with the deep, broken groans tearing from his throat.
You moaned around him, sending vibrations down his shaft that made him curse and twitch. Spit dribbled down your chin, smeared across your fingers as you stroked the base with one hand, your mouth working the rest, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling. The more you moved, the wetter it got, strings of saliva clinging to him when you pulled back just to breathe, then diving in again with a filthy slurp that made him shudder.
Chan cursed above you, a string of raw, broken praise.
“That’s it… fuck, yes, just like that, baby. Just like that.”
His grip in your hair guided your rhythm, not forceful, but firm, needing. His hips rocked gently, matching your pace, eyes dark and locked on your swollen lips wrapped around his cock.
You moaned softly, letting the vibrations hum through him again, this time from your throat.
His head fell back with a groan.
But you wanted him to come with the toy, just like he asked to. So you pressed the vibrator against his tip again, tongue teasing just beside it, and that’s when you saw it, the way Chan's jaw clenched, his throat worked overtime, swallowing.
He was salivating. Thick, desperate, involuntary.
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"Oh yeah, f-fuck. Keep it right there baby, right there, r-right there"
He was so turned on it was pouring out of him. If he didn’t keep swallowing it down between moans, it’d have dripped straight from his lips.
He groaned deep, the kind of noise that vibrated in your chest, and let his head fall back, mouth open, breath ragged. “F-fucking hell-, good girl, y-yeah, good girl” he choked, voice barely more than air.
His hands were shaking.
One moment they were in your hair, tugging with no real rhythm, the next they were on your face, shaking, fingers reaching for your lips, your tongue, like he wanted to assure it was you, that he was indeed feeling that coming from you. Then his hands were gripping his own thighs like he didn’t know what else to hold onto.
"Oh, fuck-, you like seeing this, huh? Yeah? You like seeing daddy struggling?"
He keened, shoulders shaking, his voice rough and high and raw from restraint. And when that wasn’t enough, he wrapped his arms around himself, clutching tight like he was holding himself together.
You kept going.
"Oh, f-fuck, you see how my fucking dick is trowing for you sweetie?"
You were giving him slow, teasing circles with the vibrator right on the sensitive crown of his cock, paired with the hot pressure of your lips along the base. You licked, you moaned, you moved your hand in perfect sync. And Chan? We was losing his fucking mind.
"Right there, baby, keep it right there"
You didn't. You moved faster.
He slapped his own thighs. Hard. Fast. Once. Twice. Three times.
"Hey, I said keep it right there. Don't move again"
The sound was sharp, the impact making him jolt. “Fuck-fuck! Good girl, f-fuck it feels good” he barked, eyes squeezing shut.
You paused just long enough to glance up at him, breath hot against his skin. And the sounds, fuck, the sounds he was making, loud, broken, unlike anything you had heard before.
"Oh-, f-fuck, fuck"
His fingers dug into the meat of his legs, then flew up, covering his face as he let out a noise, strangled, shameless, and pressed both palms against his mouth to muffle it.
"Just like that, little princess. Look at me. Look at me baby, look at what you're doing to my body"
Your eyes locked. Your tongue was curling against the tip of his cock.
Chan laughed, need, broken.
"You like seeing this, huh? Oh, f-fuck"
“Oh, Channie” you murmured, lips swollen, voice thick with lust, “you’re feeling it all, aren't you?”
He nodded wildly, panting. “I don’t-don’t know what to do-my body-fuck, my body’s not mine right now.”
“Let me have it, then,” you whispered, kissing his cockhead with your lips and letting the vibrator hover near it. “Let me own it.”
His head dropped forward, eyes wide, pupils blown so big you barely saw any brown.
“You already do,” he rasped. “You already fucking do.”
You smiled, slow, sinful, and sank your mouth around him again, deeper this time, letting your tongue press flat as the vibrator buzzed right where he was the most sensitive.
Chan snapped.
His hips bucked hard like his body couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t help it. His hands gripped the edge of the bed so tight his knuckles went white. His thighs tensed, trembling. His voice broke, a strangled, helpless moan tearing from his throat.
“Oh-fuck, I’m-baby, I’m coming-I’m coming-”
You didn’t stop. You took it.
His orgasm hit like a shockwave, his cock pulsing hard against your tongue as he came with a shout, his whole body twitching under your hands. Hot, thick spurts spilled into your mouth, over your lips, down your throat. He was loud, moaning through gritted teeth, shaking as he spilled every last drop for you.
You swallowed around him, slowly, carefully, until he flinched, over-sensitive, his breath caught somewhere between pleasure and pain.
You pulled back gently, licking the head clean, watching him as he collapsed, chest heaving, mouth parted. His skin was flushed, his body wrecked.
He looked fucked out. And all yours.
“…holy shit,” he finally breathed, voice rough, almost disbelieving. “what the fuck did you just do to me?”
Hello hello! First off, love your writing, it’s just fantastic! Second, may I request a soldier boy x reader please. Maybe someone he noticed in the media room in ep 3, not realizing she was head honcho of the media. Decided to flirt and try to sleep with her, so bam smut happened. I had the idea of maybe they were sneaking around after that and made multiple sex tapes, one maybe leaking out but instead of both denying it, they just confirmed that they were together wether engaged or just plain out dating!
Seriously though love your works!!
The Good Girl Tapes
Thank you soooo much anon🩷🩷🩷 I love this so much😩
Soldier Boy SOOOOOO had sex tapes back in the day, and I’ll bet money there was a lot of ‘em. Vought PR was probably so over it every time a new one popped up🤣
I love hearing back from anyone that loves reading my works!!! This one is for you👏🏻
//
It started in that press conference.
You caught his eye as he stepped up to receive his medal. He tossed you a wink as the award settled against his chest, cameras flashing, capturing the charming gesture. The way he approached you gave away his first impression of you was some intern tagging along with the press vultures. Little did he know, you held a little more power than that.
“You get my good side? Should be easy since I don’t have a bad side,” he flashed a lopsided smile that would make a nun wet.
You bit your lip as your eyes gave him a once over, “What makes you so sure?”
He chuckled, “Come up to my apartment, little lady, and I can give you the scoop on all my sides.”
“You’re straight to the point.”
“I don’t waste time when it comes to pretty interns eye fucking me,” he winked again.
You thought about correcting him, but you decided it would be a little more fun to play into his fantasy, “You’re probably use to it. I mean…you’re Soldier Boy.”
“Guilty is charged,” he smirked, “I can give you an exclusive interview if you got the time.”
“Really? That would be great!” you exclaimed, leaning into the lie, “Thank you so much! My boss is going to flip out!”
He laughed heartily before placing a guiding hand on your lower back, slipping out of the room and ignoring all the questions.
//
That’s how you ended up here.
One hand clutching the head board, the other wrapped around his neck and head, riding his thick cock while his mouth sucked deep marks into your tits. The bed squeaked and groaned in protest, but it was barely heard over your wild moaning and his deep grunts. You cried out as he spanked one of your ass cheeks, growling into your tits, “Fuck, keep ridin’ me, doll.”
You whined as the headboard slammed against the wall, “You’re so big!”
“Sure know how to stroke a cock and an ego,” he chuckled through pants.
You wrapped both arms around him, digging your fingers into his hair, pulling his mouth to meet yours in a sloppy kiss. He thrust up into your grinding. You weren’t about to lose this orgasm—the building could be burning down around you both and you’d still be chasing this high. He chuckled and bit your lip as your nails dug into his scalp, body poising for the crescendo.
“I’m—I’m—OH FUCK! YES!” you screamed to the ceiling, body beginning to convulse.
Soldier Boy’s strong hands kept your hips moving with ease, letting the symphony of wet squelching and the fluttering of your inner walls do him in. He came with a mighty roar as he spilled inside. You slumped against him when your remaining energy slipped away. The sound of panting filled the air as calming hands slid across your skin.
“Woo…I haven’t fucked like that since Disco died,” he chuckled into your neck.
A breathy laugh left your lips, “I don’t think…I’ve ever fucked…like that.”
One hand stayed on your hip while the other reached over for a coffee cup and a lighter. You leaned back a little and picked up the half burnt joint, placing it between your lips for him to light. He watched in amusement as smoke curled from your swollen lips before you placed the joint between his.
“Still need that exclusive interview?” he mumbled and flicked the lighter closed.
“Nah. I’ll have one of my interns do it,” you smiled, playing with his hair.
“Your interns?“ he asked, pulling the joint from his mouth, “Interns can have interns?”
You shook your head and took back the joint, “No. But the Director of Media Relations can.”
The look he gave was one of skepticism, “The fuck is that?”
You giggled, tracing your finger across his chiseled jaw, “I’m in charge of making you look good to the public, hot stuff. And, as long as we get along, and you don’t blow up another building, that shouldn’t be too hard.”
“I’ll be damned,” he scoffed, “Well the only thing I’m interested in blowing is my load on these juicy tits.”
//
Sneaking around with Soldier Boy was way more fun than it should have been.
It was unprofessional to sleep with the ‘talent’, lose your job type of unprofessional, but…fuck it. Ben was like a drug you couldn’t or wouldn’t quit. You cared less and less with every shameless flirt in a meeting, slap on your ass in the hall, and sleepless night banging the headboard against the wall. He was insatiable, always wanting more, and you gladly pushed your own boundaries for the reward.
Which is why you didn’t hesitate when he suggested filming your raunchy rendezvous.
“I’ve seen your old sex tapes. Very tasteful if I do say so myself,” you complimented.
He stood at the end of the bed, naked and smirking as he lit a freshly rolled joint, “You wanna be part of that legacy, sweetheart? Gotta fill that stupid glass box you gave me with somethin’.”
You propped your head up on your hand before asking, “You wanna film us? Why?”
“Why not? I’m a handsome motherfucker, you’re a knock out with nice tits—why the hell not?” he asked as he blew smoke in the air.
He offered the joint, and you took a drag as the idea mulled around in your head. “As long as it doesn’t get out. I don’t need to cover up my own sex tape on top of fooling around with the talent,” you admitted.
Ben kneeled on the mattress, a charming smirk tugging at his lips as he crawled over you. “Relax, baby. Ain’t nobody gonna see it. I need somethin’ to beat my meat to when you’re not here.”
His lips found your neck to kiss over all the fresh hickies replacing his old ones. You still held the joint between your fingers when you wrapped your arms around his neck. Every kiss had tingles shooting down your body to your abused pussy. The way his beard scratched against your skin only added to it.
“Just set up the camera, and I’ll do the rest,” he mumbled before biting at your ear, chuckling when you gasped.
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You moaned wildly into the palm of his gloved hand, every thrust shaking your desk. Your arms wrapped tightly around his neck while your legs locked around his moving hips, clinging to him for dear life. The only thing keeping you from falling was Ben’s other arm secured around your waist. Rough fabric from his suit dragged against your clit every time your hips met, the friction making your head spin. Your eyes had long since rolled back once he started hitting that hard-to-reach spot over and over.
“Sssh. Keep it down, doll. Tryna get us caught or somethin’?” he murmured into your neck.
You shook your head as you dug your heels into his ass, silently begging him to keep going, to go harder.
“Goddamn lucky this pussy is so good,” he punctuated his sentence with a harsh snap of his hips.
His hand barely muffled your squeal. The whole floor could hear what was happening, but would they interrupt? Would they say anything? Of course not. They weren’t stupid.
Her body was poising for release. The way he was stroking against her g-spot was too good. The way his suit was rubbing your clit was too good. The way he was moaning and grunting in your ear was beyond amazing.
“Not gonna make that meeting on time,” he teased through panting.
Just as the high was peaking, your nails digging into his neck, the door swung open. All movement stopped, both jerking your heads towards the intruder. Sage waltzed in without a care as you shoved Ben off of you.
“I’d apologize for interrupting, but I’m not sorry,” Sage admitted in her usual monotone.
“What the fuck, Sage?!?” You screeched as you fixed her skirt, “Have you ever heard of knocking?”
“Oh you want me to knock even though the entire floor can hear you two?” Sage retorted.
Ben couldn’t (or wouldn’t) hide the prideful smirk on his face. You fumbled with clasping the buttons of your blouse as he casually tucked himself back into his pants.
“Well on a different note, I thought this would interest you,” Sage announced, scrolling through the tablet in her hands before laying it on her desk.
After Sage pressed play, the sound of your moaning and Ben’s grunts filled the office once again. Your eyes went wide, mouth going dry as the tablet continuing to play one of the sex tapes you’d made three weeks ago. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears, nearly drowning out the unmistakable sounds of the tape you vividly remembered recording.
“Oh my god.”
Ben stared at recording before speaking, “Was that the one where I stuck my—“
“Ben!”
“That’s been circulating on every social media platform and sleazy tabloid website since last night,” Sage informed, eyes flicking to you and Ben.
She studied both of your reactions carefully. Obviously, you were mortified, beyond embarrassed and devastated—a justifiable reaction to something so intimate and graphic leaking to the public. Something like this was career-ending.
Soldier Boy was on the opposite end of the spectrum. He’d been around this block before—a whole generation knew what he looked like in the sheets thanks to his love of documenting his best work. She wasn’t surprised by the prideful smirk tugging at his mouth or his chest puffing up when your recorded voice started screaming for more.
You couldn’t find your words, stumbling through a sentence, “H-How…who…w-what?”
“You’re lucky this was the only one. You had a couple of doozies that would have been way worse for your image,” Sage nonchalantly chuckled, “By the way, how does one get in that position in a shower? I’m still trying to wrap my mind arou—“
“You bitch! You leaked it?!?” You screeched, eyes blazing with unadulterated rage.
“Yeah, I did,” she shrugged, “Grandpa needed a boost in his ratings, and what better way than introducing a lovely new couple scandalized by a breach in privacy?”
Ben scoffed playfully, “Not surprised. People been raving about my dick since the first video camera.”
“Couple?” you echoed, completely ignoring Ben’s comment, “You invaded our privacy for ratings?!”
“Don’t act so surprised. You’re Director of Media Relations. You know how this works,” Sage shook her head, “Oh, you’re probably getting fired over the whole ‘Good Girl Gone Bad with a 100-Year-Old Supe’ thing, so you’ll need to pack it up.”
The air left your lungs and you braced yourself on your desk.
“You’re firin’ her for your bullshit?” Ben’s almost sounded irritated when he asked.
“Actually, a promotion,” Sage corrected, “She’s going to be your PR-approved girlfriend. Wife, if polling trends favor it.”
The silence that fell over the office was suffocating, but Sage couldn’t be more content. She picked the tablet back up, silencing the ongoing video, before seeing herself out.
“Congratulations, and try not to break the internet again,” she wiggled her eyebrows at you before shutting the door.
Ben watched her go with a smug look, “I got a feelin’ she watched every single one of those videos.”
You nearly collapsed onto the desk, like the rug was pulled out from under you and wrapped up in it. You knew better than to film yourselves, but you had become too careless. You were too dick-matized to realize how reckless and blatant this secret affair had become. Ben had a way of making you feel like you were untouchable (except to him).
“Hey, look at me,” Ben ordered.
You met his hard stare, tears of frustration starting blur your vision
“Don’t go cryin’ over spilled milk,” he tsked, stepping in front of you, “Now they can’t say shit if I bend you over the conference table.”
You couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up. That was as good as it was going to get with him. His facial expression was hard but his eyes held a softness.
“You’re fine with this? Me being your…PR-girlfriend?” You asked.
“I’ve had worse, honey,” he scoffed. “Stick around long enough and you might end up Mrs. Soldier Boy. Lotta women would kill for that.”
Sevika always knew she was larger than you, but she never really thought about it. It was mindless, when she grabbed a glass off of the top shelf because you couldn’t reach it, or effortlessly lifted something heavy because you couldn’t. Really, it was second nature. The two of you had hardly been living together long enough for her to notice anything different.
It wasn’t until the both of you were sitting together, late one night, that it set in just how much bigger than you she was.
You both had finished a movie, one that you begged her to watch with you as it was your favorite. You found yourself positioned in her lap, rambling about the depths of the film while she listened. She was propped up against the headboard, hands heavy on your hips as you went on and on. Naturally, her eyes raked from your face down your body, falling upon your thighs between hers.
It set something off in her brain, truly. You had one thigh in between hers and one on the other side, straddling her left thigh. It clicked to her then that this is how you normally sat in her lap, the stretch of your thighs around her hips being slightly uncomfortable from how much wider her hips were in comparison to yours.
“You always sit like this?” She murmured, eyes still focused on where your bodies met. Her hands smoothed down your thighs, pupils dilating. The feeling was sudden, and not something that ever previously got her going this quickly.
“Yeah, why?” You giggled, running your hands down her stomach. Her flesh hand traveled, running over your stomach. She, once again, admired how much larger it was compared to other times she had seen your own hand there. “Sevi, are you okay?” You were still giggling as if she hadn’t just come to the conclusion of her life.
“Y’re so fucking.. small,” she couldn’t come up with another word. Her mind was running wild with the grand number of things she could do to you if she wanted. They were terrible thoughts, ones that ran along the lines of you taking anything and everything she gave you just because, well, you couldn’t fight back.
“We’ve been together for how long and you’re just now- Sev!” You squealed as she lifted you from her lap and flipped you onto the bed, sitting between your legs. All she did was look at your body before she pressed her hand into your hip, holding you down. “What’s gotten into you?” You were still giggling.
“I need you, right now.” Her voice was lower, and you knew the tone. The one that came with dark eyes, wide pupils. She was fascinated with you, touching you like she never had before in her life, like you were porcelain.
“Take me then.” Your tone switch had her on you in seconds, pulling your body against hers as her mouth found every sensitive spot that you loved. She sucked mark after mark into your soft skin, gawking at her possession on your body after each one.
There was so much happening in her mind and yet nothing at all; it was swarming with all of the various ways she wanted to use you, but equally blinded by lust. Thoughts of forcing you down and taking you were easy to think about when you were like this, so pliant and willing. She knew you wouldn’t say no. And even if you did- her mind stopped her.
She began to wonder if she had an attention problem when it came to sex, as she was noticing things that she hadn’t ever before. Her mouth engulfed your tits, tongue lapping at your nipple, fuller than she had ever been. She adored the way she was bigger than you, the way you fit in her mouth and the way her mechanical hand shrunk your other tit.
Her flesh hand found purchase on your hip, holding it against the mattress easily, while one of her knees came up against your heat. She’d hardly done anything and you were already dripping in anticipation, the difference in this particular round noticeable in her demeanor.
As she sucked, your hips bucked against her thigh, and she moved her hand from your hip to your lower stomach, pressing against it to stop you from moving. “You get what I give you,” she quipped from your chest as she kissed the valley between your boobs and began to kiss down your sternum.
When she finally got to the waistband of your panties, she licked a strip along it just to tease, leaving them on as you squirmed below her. She pressed kiss against your clit, letting you mew and whine while she laughed. “Ain’t even done anything yet and you’re soaking the sheets, what a fucking whore,” your hips lifted off the bed again with a high-pitched moan. “Keep squirming and I’ll leave you here.”
But, she couldn’t ever do that. Not when you were gripping the sheets so hard that your knuckles were white, and the angle between your legs made your waist look so small. Safe to say she had your panties off seconds after that warning, sitting up on her knees to marvel at the scene before her.
Here you were, laid back with your hands above your head as if it was instinct, bare for her, as if to present yourself. She ran her flesh thumb over your clit and through your folds, watching your entrance flutter at the contact, and she could’ve moaned.
Still entranced, she pushed her middle finger into you, your wetness being far more than enough to suck her right in. It was truly striking, the new things she was feeling. Her hand was so much larger than your cunt, her fingers twice the size of your own.
She sunk down onto her stomach, enveloping your clit between her lips as she sucked it. Her mech hand came to your tit, adjusting to what you needed. By the time she was sliding her second finger in, you were already writhing, legs shaking. You were quite literally dripping onto the sheets, arousal covering you and Sevika and the sheets beneath you both.
Your stomach coiled, body tensing as your orgasm approached you harshly - and she pulled away, pulling her fingers from you and removing any contact of her on your body. Your eyes shot open, confusion drawing on your face quickly. She didn’t let the expression sit, tapping your bottom lip and pushing her two used fingers into your mouth with haste.
“You look real pretty with your mouth full, y’know that? Maybe I should keep you this way.” Your eyes lolled back in your head as drool gathered in the corners of your mouth. That only encouraged her to push them farther into your mouth, fascinated by how full you looked with just two fingers in your mouth.
She pulled her fingers from your mouth, wiping them across your cheek before standing up. She made her way to your closet, and for a moment, you thought you knew what was coming, until she pulled out something you hadn’t ever seen before. It was a black strap, far longer and wider than something she’d ever used on you.
“Wanna try something new,” she tugged the harness up her thick hips, adjusting it until it fit and attaching her latest piece. She came back to the bed and without a word grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach, pulling them up so that you rested in an arch.
Though she hardly needed it, she lubed it up and ran the tip through your folds until you whined and pushed yourself back onto it. “Vika, need you,” you moaned impatiently, awarding you a harsh slap across your right ass cheek.
She didn’t make you wait, though. She pressed into your arch to make it deep and pressed the fat tip into you, letting you adjust before continuing. “‘s gonna be a big stretch, my big girl can take it, can’t she?” she didn’t allow you to respond before pushing further in, half of it disappearing into your cunt.
“Sev, ‘s too big,” you cried out after she pushed further, but she wasn’t listening. She wasn’t even thinking at all, absolutely dazed on the sight of your cunt stretching to take her.
“You’re so good, so fucking good,” she groaned when she bottomed out, lips parted and chest heaving as her need took control of her body. Once you had adjusted to her, she fucked into you without pause, trapped in a headspace that wouldn’t go away until she had you coming for hours.
With her mech hand pressing your arch down still, she leaned over you, balancing most of her weight on her flesh hand beside your head. The position allowed her to hit deeper, and you knew you’d be sore the next day, but it didn’t matter. She was fucking you too good to worry about anything of the sort.
Your orgasm hit you hard and fast, before you could even tell her that you were close. Her strap stained white, and the sight alone had her coming with you. However, she didn’t stop there - she continued her pace, going even harder than before, just to see you come again
“Give me one more, please baby, need to see you come again,” She didn’t consider herself someone that begged, but with the noises you were making and simply the sight of you, she couldn’t help it.
She pounded into you like the world would end if she didn’t, taking anything and everything you would give her. She had her mech hand tangled in your hair, pushing your cheek into the bed below you while her flesh hand held your hip to keep you steady.
You cried out as your second orgasm flowed over you, drenching her skin and the bed. It wasn’t long before a warm, creamy liquid filled you, Sevika waiting until the last second to fill you up. “Such a fucking slut,” she moaned, fucking her cum into you, “filled your tight little cunt right up, huh? It feel good being so full of my cum?”
When she finally pulled out, she was sure that there hadn’t ever been something better than you in history. You were so full that your stomach bloated, cum dripping out of your used hole like a pornstar. She spread your lips just to watch it drip, mentally taking a picture. “You did so good, baby,” she murmured, flipping you onto your back with her strength again. “Wanna keep you full like this all the time.”
You giggled, making her gaze shoot up. “I’m not against that.” She couldn’t help but laugh with you.
Okay if you are taking requests I have a filthy idea- what if inexperienced!sub!fem!reader is giving dom!bucky oral for the first time asking if she’s doing a good job and if this is how she’s supposed to do it all just to make Bucky fuck her throat, cumming so good and hard giving her a throat pie 🤭🤭 (side quests: sir!kink, innocence!kink, reader is inexperienced but is mentally a slut for his cock.) honestly you can take it from there🥰
If any of these things make you uncomfortable I understand if you would write it out!☺️
Sorry, this took so long; finals are kicking my ass. Request for @ourpreciousthings
Soft Dom!Bucky Barnes x Inexperienced!sub!f!reader
Warnings: No use of y/n, reader has hair, nicknames (sweetheart, baby, doll), consensual explicit/rough oral, throat pie, dirty talk, and praise. Slight sir!kink, innocence!kink
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The bedroom played slow, soft jazz as background noise. Bucky’s sitting on the bed, sweatpants down to his ankles. You were on your knees in front of him, hands running up and down his thighs. He watched, bracing himself on the back of his palms as you take your time. He still had his boxers on.
This wasn’t the first time you two have slept together, but it was your first time giving him head. You wanted it to be perfect, even when you had no idea what you were doing. Bucky was so fucking patient it hurt sometimes. You barely got him comfortable enough to pound his cock into your wet cunt, you didn’t know how to get him to have you choke on it because of his hand.
You licked your lips, your knees already biting into the carpet. You hook two fingers into his soft black boxers and slowly slide them down. His hard, heavy cock flung out, smacking his stomach. He groaned, shifting to his elbows, “Take your time, baby.”
Your mouth watered at the sight. You loved his cock. It was leaking with pre cum, excited to see you just as much as you wanted to suck it.
You took his cock in your palms, feeling it pulse from your touch. He was big, two hands stacked on top, kind of huge. You wondered how far down your throat you could get him.
He groaned when you leaned closer, mouth brushing on his tip. You slowly jutted your tongue out, collecting the salty bead. Then you took the whole tip in your mouth. The soft skin glided against your tongue. Bucky’s hands tightened on the sheets, a groan tearing through him.
“Yes, baby, just like that.” He praised. He was holding back so fucking much. His hips bucked once, wanting you to go deeper but letting you explore. You slowly took as much as you could in before you gagged once, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.
You hollowed your cheeks, circling your tongue over his head while bobbing a couple times. His breathing picked up, chest heaving as you suck the life out of him.
Your cunt was throbbing. Every time you hit your gag reflex, it sends a pulse to your clit. You loved this. Loved seeing him in pleasure. He looked so pretty like that, lips parted, eyes squeezed. You wanted him to wreck you.
You pulled back, a bead of saliva still connected from your lips to his cock. “Am I doing it right?” You asked softly, your innocence radiating off of you despite how you still have an iron grip on his throbbing, wet cock that you just had in your mouth.
He nodded, palms digging deeper into the mattress. “So fucking good, sweetheart. Don’t stop.”
You hummed at the praise, moving your hand up and down, collected the spit and pre cum on his cock. You looked at him, eyes wide and innocent, “Bucky?”
His eyes snapped open, shifting to look down at you, his throat worked. You looked just as wrecked as he did. He could smell how wet you were, soaking your little black panties. Your hair was still put together, but you had tears staining your cheeks from gagging. “Yeah?” He asked, voice rough.
You smiled a little, licking your lips in the way he fucking loved, “Can you take over?” You asked it as your hands continued to jerk him slowly, hands tight enough to make him lose his mind.
“Take over how, doll?” he asked.
You bit your lip, “Use me.” You said it in a whisper, trying to sound innocent when you asked. You were a grown, consenting woman, but you liked being innocent for Bucky.
Bucky didn’t have to be told twice. His hand went to your hair, shoving you straight back to his cock. You opened your mouth, accepting him with ease. His hips met your mouth halfway, while his hand shoved you way down until your nose brushed on his lower stomach. You gagged so much, more saliva wetting him.
Tears burned your eyes, his cock shoved halfway down your throat. He was so fucking deep, it was a miracle you didn’t throw up. He groaned, using your hair as his method of control.
“That’s it, sweetheart, take my fat fucking cock.” His words had you tightening your grip on his thighs. You had to breathe through your nose to get air. He fucked your throat at a brutal fucking pace.
Bucky suddenly pulled you off, tilting your head to look at him. Tears blurred your vision while you looked at him. You were a fucking mess now. Hair in a big, tight grip, spit literally dipping down your chin.
“You look so fucking good like this, baby,” he said, tightening his grip even more. The burn on your scap hurt so good, “Not so innocent now, are you?” He shoved you back on his dick, taking you to the hilt again.
One of your hands went to his balls, massaging them while he fucked your throat how he needed. He watched you take his cock deep into your mouth, groaning low. “So good at this, baby. Cock drunk on it.”
You tried to nod, but he held you too tight. “Gonna cum soon, okay?” He said, pulling you up and down, leading how you take him.
His balls tightened under your grasp, telling you he was close. His dick pulsed in your wet, hot throat. You swueezed in time with your throat, and his spilled without warning. His cum was thick, hot ropes that you choked on.
He pulled you away just a little, your mouth still wrapped around, and collected his cum as it squirts into your mouth. He filled you, your cheeks pushed out to keep it in. It was salty and so perfectly him.
He pulled you back completely, tilting your chin and tapping. “Swallow all of it.” He demanded. You did, mumbling a ‘yes, sir’ with your mouth still closed, his cum went down in one smooth flow. Then you opened your mouth to show him, tongue sticking out.
“Good girl.” He praised you, lifting you and kissing your lips. He groaned, tasting himself on your lips.
You smiled and wrapped your arms around him, kissing him again, as he smoothed your hair. You fucking loved how he used you, and you couldn’t wait for him to do it again.
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With all fair warning, I am an absolute slut for Jolyne. With that said, the idea of Jolyne and a reader having to be sneaky about their love life is so insane! Having to sneakily meet up to enjoy their time together, flashing each other etc etc. I genuinely feel like the teasing would be insane until the point where the reader would sneak out of their cell just to fuck Jolyne in her cell forcing her to be quiet. And I don't think Jolyne is the quiet type lol.
I know that another anon had requested this but I felt like I just had to share!
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This took me ages to finish because I had to physically get away from the computer every few pharagraphs to cool myself down.
Needless to say: I hope you enjoy! Bon appetit!" 😏😏😏🫶🏻🩵
Jolyne x Male Reader
Content: public teasing, public masturbation, innapropriate use of stand (Jolyne's), edging, fingering, biting, degradation, penetrative sex.
word count: 2684
You were well aware you shouldn’t do these things. If you got caught the two of you were going to be in such trouble. But honestly, you guys just couldn’t help yourselves. Jolyne was just too hot and you were just too horny, and the way she teased you was diabolical. Dear Lord, the female and male pavilions were separated but that wasn’t stopping either of you. Both of you had your daily assignments and chores, but whenever you crossed paths with each other, you wanted to drop everything right then and there and fuck her into next month.
You swore to God she was doing it on purpose, knowing full well you were going to have a raging boner for the rest of the day. Jolyne would pass your group of male inmates with her group of female ones while going to a workshop. You turned around to check her out and when you lifted your eyes, seeing you were looking, she popped a tit out right there. In the middle of the corridor. It was just a second, but anyone could have seen her. You were lucky that both of you were towards the end of the groups and no one else turned around. Save to say, both the fact that you had seen her hardened nipple and the risque of the scenario made you have to adjust your dick to the side inside your boxers.
After that, when you were coming back from your activity that morning, you had to pass through a common area where she also happened to be in. You heard a whistle from her direction, and you physically had to do a double take. She stood there, tucked in a somewhat hidden, but still pretty much public, corner of the room with her ass cheeks out. She had rolled her pants to be under her butt, no panties showing underneath. You stopped dead on your tracks, no other thought in your head. As soon as you started to walk to her direction, she rolled them back into place, covering herself and turned around giving you an innocent look with a cheeky smile.
“What are you trying to do, Jolyne?” You pressed her to the wall, trapping her under you with your forearm holding you in place. “Do you think this is funny? That anyone could see you like this?”
“Is it working?” She made two of her fingers mimic a walk over your chest, looking at you with lust in her eyes as she bit her lips. You grabbed her wrist and moved her hand to your crotch, harshly.
“What do you think? Is it?” You dick was rock hard. Jolyne caressed it over the fabric of your pants, the length of it all having her satisfied with her antics. Right as you were about to lean into a kiss and her fingers toyed with the fly of your pants, your name was called.
“Inmate MA-3563! What are you doing there? Isn’t your group supposed to be doing your next workshop this morning?” You looked at Jolyne before walking away, giving her a stare that told her this was not going to end there.
Finally, you were free for the day. All your duties were finished for the day, and you could relax and meet with the rest of your friend group. As usual, your meeting spot was the phantom room. Emporio had been redecorating and was eager to show you guys the changes he had been making. You were one of the first ones to arrive, with Weather Report, Anasui and Emporio being there already. Not long after the girls showed up. They greeted everyone before taking a seat, Jolyne sitting next to you on the table. Emporio had added a set of chairs and a big dining table for when all of you got together, so all of you could play card games and chat comfortably. But Jolyne had other plans.
While you chatted casually, you felt her hand on your thigh. Tentative. You gave a subtle side eye, quietly telling her to stop it, but she didn’t listen. Her finger started to come undone into her thread, and you felt it slithering inside of your pants. You moved as casual as you humanly could, leaning into the back of the chair, slapping her hand away with the movement underneath the table. Instead, she took your hand and placed it in between her legs, scooting a bit forward so you could feel the heat coming from her core. You took a deep sigh, trying to ignore how your dick twitched in your pants. That wasn’t possible for long since you felt her string squeeze at your cock. Your breath hitched in your chest. Jolyne moved her eyes to you, gifting you a sly smile. If this is how it was going to go, you might as well play the same game. Your fingers pressed against her clothes, toying with it. You could feel everything. As you had seen before, she wasn’t wearing underwear and you could tell just with your fingers. She was so damp there was probably a wet spot at the crotch of her pants.
You tried your hardest to keep a straight face while having a proper conversation, as if she wasn’t wrapped around your shaft and massaging your tip. You wanted to do more to her than just brush your fingers, but neither of your postures made it possible. She had the advantage this time, being able to use her stand to masturbate you under the table without anyone noticing. If only you could slam her on the table, tear her pants off and fuck this attitude out of her right now, but for the sake of everyone’s sanity, you had to restrain yourself. She was going to pay for everything she’s been doing today to tease you. Even more so after she let go of your dick when she felt it getting swollen ready to burst. Jolyne acted like nothing just happened, but you were panting a little from all the lust accumulated at your balls.
Yet again, she left you hard and twitching and you couldn’t do anything about it. Not just yet. You would wait patiently for the right time for your revenge. And this time, she wasn’t going to get away unscathed.
Night had come, and everyone was sound asleep. You however, didn’t dare to close your eyes with anticipation and a pretty hard cock still in your pants. You waited for the guard to finish his round and walk turning the corner for you to escape your cell unnoticed. It was an easy task going to the female pavilion, the path to her cell you could do with your eyes closed. Just as you expected, she was sound asleep in her bunk bed. Using your stand once again, you slid inside her room and climbed your way to where she was laying. She moved to the side when she felt an unknown weight on the bed. Jolyne was ready to scream out of shock, but you covered her mouth quicker than a sound left her lips. You lowered yourself to her ear to speak in a whisper.
“Did you think you were going to tease me all day and that I would just let it go?” You pressed your crotch to her thigh. “Feel how it’s still? It has been like this all day because of you, little bitch. Time I take care of the problem you have caused.”
You sat on your knees, undoing your pants and making them pool at your ankles. Jolyne stretched herself under you, her eyes falling to the tent in your boxers. She reached with her hand, but you slapped it away.
“Nope. You’ve already touched enough.” You lowered yourself, pulling her shirt up in a swift motion exposing her tits. “Now it’s time for me to tease you.” You wrapped your mouth around her nipple, biting her breast with just enough pressure to make her squeal. Your left hand tugged at the hem of panties. “Funny how you only decide to wear these when you have to go to sleep, huh?” You let go of them, making the elastic snap at her hip.
You went back to biting on her tit, hot breath on her skin after every suck at her nipple. You stared at her from under your eyebrow as you moved your other hand to squeeze the other one, her face twisting with pleasure. You felt her shift under you, opening her legs for you to press yourself, you couldn’t say no to that clear invitation, but you didn’t lay fully; even if you wanted to, you restrained yourself to just letting your hardened cock gently brush over her dampening pussy.
You took your time. Now it was your time to tease her to no end like she had been doing to you all day. You had Jolyne physically shaking with anticipation. You touched her, kissed her, mocked her, and she couldn’t take it any longer at this point. After what probably were hours of you pushing her mental and physical buttons, she grew tired of it. Done. She pushed your back downwards, slammed your dick to her wet panties and tied her legs behind your ass so she could rock herself into you.
“Oh. So now you want to get serious? After how you’ve behaved all day?” You closed the distance to her face and spoke breathier than usual on purpose to the side of her cheek. “Don’t think you’re getting to be in control tonight. Nor tomorrow. Nor the day after tomorrow, sweetheart. You’re paying for what you’ve done full price with taxes.” You thinned your eyes with a malicious smirk.
Before she could talk back, both your hands grabbed at the side of her panties and pulled them up with force, making her bounce on the bed, her legs lifting with the movement. You pinned them under your arms, not letting them fall back onto the mattress. With your hands, you guided her knees to press to her shoulders, leaving her wide open for you. You smiled wider at the sight, ready to take what was yours to take. You licked your lips in anticipation. At least she was finally behaving and held her legs there for you so you could fully admire the view. You raised your eyes to hers, both darkened with lust. You pressed against her wet pussy, still with your boxers on but dick more than ready since forever before, and wrapped one hand softly around her neck, the other one giving her mouth two fingers to lick.
“Yeah, there you go. Suck on them like it was my dick, you little bitch.” You whispered to her as you rocked your hips on hers. Jolyne gave you needy eyes as she lapped her tongue around your digits, you had to stop her before her face made you finish. Maintaining the hand around her neck, you moved the two fingers from her mouth down to her other lips, moving the pads in circles teasing the entrance. She let out a soft moan at your touch. “What? Do you want them?” You laughed softly. “Keep quiet. These are the only two lips I want making noise now.”
And with that, you pushed them inside her, her walls so slippery that they practically sucked you in themselves. You slid them in and out, curling them a bit in a hook as you moved them. Her eyes rolled white, pressing the back of her head into the pillow as she bit her lower lip. With no previous warning, you started to finger her like a maniac, the wet popping noises filling the room. Her pussy twitched around your fingers, but you took them out letting her clamp around nothing, leaving her over the edge just like she had done to you earlier in the afternoon. She pouted in between breaths, her breasts raising sharply with each of them.
“It’s not so fun when it’s you, huh?” You let go of her neck, giving her a quiet slap on the cheek. Your hands moved to the side of your boxers, pulling at the seams by each of your hips. “Don’t worry. This time I’m making you beg me to stop.” You lowered your briefs, your dick bobbing out of them. You tensed your abdomen to make it twitch for her. Jolyne’s eyes glowed like salvation was right there and her pussy clenched at the sight. You pulled them down, securing them under your balls. Consequently, you grabbed your cock and gave her needly lips a wet slap before pressing your tip into her. With it put in place, you grabbed the back of her knees and dipped your hips closer, making her core swallow you down until your pubes intertwined with each other’s.
You let out a deep sigh next to her ear, a low laugh rumbling in your throat. Her breath caught in her mouth when you rammed into her. You didn’t let her recover before you slammed hard against her once again. She grabbed at the pillow under her head. Your rhythm let clear the frustration you had pent up during the day, the way you made the entire bunk bed structure shake under you emphasizing it with each creak. You pounded deep into her, not worrying if the box frame crumbled under the way you made her mattress dip with both your body weights. Aside from how loud the wet sounds of you fucking were getting out of hand, you held your breath to keep your moans at a minimal. Jolyne on the other hand, wasn’t even trying to mask them. You turned to devour her mouth into a sloppy kiss to quiet her loud moans.
“I told you to be quiet, no? Or what? Do you wanna cum?” She didn’t have the concentration to speak at the moment. You were fucking her brains out. All she could do was hum out a moan and shake her head ‘yes’. You let go of her legs, letting them hang on your shoulders, sitting in your heels. You kept your animalistic pace, now watching your dick go in and out of her, her nasty juices pooling into a ring at the base of your cock. Before you got too lost in the view, you started to rub at her clit with your thumb, making her abdomen tense under your touch. “Go on. Just like that. Cum for me, baby.” If your hips had a hard rock to it, your finger was the complete opposite, giving her a lazy dance that made her mind dizzy at the contrast. Jolyne clawed at the sheets, her knuckles going white as you tore the orgasm from her throat with a gasp. You pulled out but kept your thumb at her clit, toying with it until she practically slapped your hand out of it because of the overstimulation. You jerked yourself off to release over her stomach, finishing with another gasp yourself.
Jolyne went limp from exhaustion, the only movement was her breasts going up and down with her breathing, still agitated. Her pussy clamped around cold air, more of her wetness draining out of her. You couldn’t help but to let out a shaky laugh from deep in your chest at the aftermath scene. You rubbed the thumb that previously pleased her clit to the tip of your dick, cleaning the last drops of cum from it and gave it to her mouth to lick.
“Now you clean the mess you made yourself.” Pressed a kiss on her sweaty forehead. “See you tomorrow.”
And with that, you tucked yourself back into your boxers, put your pants on and left like you came, all being relieved from the pressure in your briefs. Jolyne couldn’t even reproach before you were already gone, leaving her wasted, panty-less, tits out and with your warm load pooling in her stomach. Hopefully, next time she learns her lesson on not to play with you.
; any abilities for reader. preferably something related to sea life (assuming).
; if you would include this, !reader ,,fingering his gills ?
; thanks.
Submerged
Kevin Moskowitz "The Deep" x Male reader
Summary: Kevin arrived home to a trail of discarded clothing leading from the living room to his bedroom. The scene he encountered there was unexpected: you were completely naked inside Ambrosius's tank.
A/N: The Deep's gills are so incredibly unsettling, but as we're aware he's a freak so uh we're matching his freak. It's implied reader is a supe, just not specifically mentioned what powers.
TW: Fingering - Smut - Blow job - Overstimulation - Aftercare - Top reader - Minors DNI - Females DNI
The house was draped in a profound stillness, a silence so complete it hummed in your ears, a held breath in the very fabric of the walls. The only tremor in this pervasive quietude was the low, almost meditative thrum emanating from the master bedroom. It was the sound of life support, the gentle whir of pumps and filters maintaining a delicate balance within the colossal aquarium that dominated one corner of the room. Inside this meticulously crafted underwater realm, Ambrosius, a magnificent octopus with eyes like polished obsidian beads, drifted through swaying kelp forests and coral castles.
Outside, a wash of silver moonlight seeped through the sheer linen curtains, painting luminous, shifting patterns on the polished hardwood floors. This soft glow also illuminated a haphazard trail of discarded clothing, a breadcrumb path of denim and cotton leading from the cluttered living room, across the threshold, and finally culminating at the foot of the king-sized bed. Each garment lay carelessly shed, a testament to a hurried disrobing.
A melody, both soothing and tinged with melancholy, drifted from the slightly ajar bedroom door, a barely audible soundtrack to the quiet unfolding within the moonlit space. The notes seemed to intertwine with the low hum of the aquarium, creating an unusual, almost dreamlike ambiance.
You let out a quiet sigh, your hand tracing the cool, smooth glass of Ambrosius's tank as you shed your boxers, tossing them onto the growing pile at the foot of the bed. With a deliberate grace, you climbed into the tank, the water cool against your skin as you submerged yourself.
The chill receded as you sank beneath the surface, the water enveloping your nude form. Ambrosius, as if sensing your presence, propelled herself towards you, one of her velvety tentacles wrapping around your forearm, gently pulling you closer. "I see why Kevin likes you," she hummed, her voice resonating within the confines of your mind, a familiar, comforting presence.
A soft smile touched your lips, your gaze fixed on her intricate beauty as she suctioned onto your bare chest, her touch surprisingly gentle. "I could say the same for you, Ambrosius," you breathed, your voice muffled by the water. "Such a beautiful creature."
Time seemed to melt away as you floated beneath the surface, the feeling of Ambrosius pressed against you a welcome warmth against the cool water. Her tentacles explored your body with a curious tenderness, each suction cup a soft caress as she mapped the curves and planes of your flesh. Her intelligent eyes, those polished obsidian beads, followed your every movement, the way your eyes traced the iridescent shimmer of her skin, the hesitant reach of your hand to touch the delicate curl of a tentacle. She seemed captivated by this close encounter, having only ever observed you in the periphery of Kevin’s embrace beyond the glass.
The faintest creak of the bedroom door hinge sliced through the underwater stillness, drawing your attention upwards. Your eyes flicked towards the sound just as Kevin’s silhouette filled the doorway. He froze, his breath catching in his throat, his eyes wide as he took in the scene: Ambrosius’s fluid embrace, your naked form suspended in the ethereal glow of the tank, the water-distorted light casting dancing patterns on the walls.
A slow, knowing smile spread across your lips as your eyes met Kevin’s. You watched as Ambrosius, as if sensing the shift in the room’s energy, gracefully detached herself from you and moved towards the glass, her gaze now fixed on Kevin. With deliberate movements, you climbed out of the tank, the cool water clinging to your skin, tracing rivulets down your limbs. The faint, circular marks left by Ambrosius’s suction cups adorned your flesh like a delicate, temporary pattern. A small pool of water gathered at your feet, mirroring the larger one you had just emerged from. You moved towards Kevin, a predatory glint in your eyes, the wetness of your body a stark contrast against his dry clothes as you pressed yourself against him, your hands finding purchase on his waist. His own hands instinctively settled on your damp hips, his eyes locked onto yours, a mixture of fascination and burgeoning desire swirling within them. You leaned in, your lips a breath away from his ear. "Seems like someone's already hard," you whispered, the words a low hum against his skin.
Kevin’s breath hitched, his eyes momentarily flicking downwards. He chased your retreating lips with his own, a soft, needy sound escaping his throat when you pulled back, a playful squeeze of his hips your only response. A low curse rumbled in his chest. Ambrosius’s voice, a silken whisper in the recesses of his mind, echoed, “Indeed. The proximity is… stimulating.” You placed a hand flat against Kevin’s chest, a gentle but firm pressure that guided him backwards until the backs of his knees met the edge of the bed, and he tumbled onto the mattress.
You followed, crawling onto his lap, your legs straddling his waist, your weight a delicious pressure as you propped yourself up on your elbows, your gaze sweeping over his flushed face. "This is a sight I could get used to," you murmured, your voice a soft caress.
Kevin still hadn’t fully processed the surreal beauty of the scene that had unfolded before him. His eyes, wide and unfocused, were glued to you. "Yeah," he finally managed, his voice thick and cracked with desire.
This wasn't uncharted territory for Kevin. Intimacy with you, especially with Ambrosius as a silent observer, was a facet of your relationship that had evolved over time. Initially, you had been surprised, perhaps even a little bewildered, by his suggestion. But the unique dynamic that had developed, the intricate interplay of voyeurism and shared intimacy, had become a distinct and potent element of your shared desires. You knew it held a particular fascination for him, this blurring of boundaries, this connection that transcended the conventional.
The sensation of your still-damp fingers slipping beneath the hem of his shirt jolted Kevin back to the present. A breathy moan escaped his lips as your fingertips traced the sensitive skin of his gills, a simultaneous assault of pleasure as your open-mouthed kisses trailed along his jawline and down his neck. His Adam's apple bobbed rhythmically against your lips. His eyes remained fixed on your hands as they explored the expanse of his abdomen just beneath the fabric of his shirt. You continued your slow ascent, pressing soft kisses along the column of his throat, your lips brushing against the delicate curve of his ear as you whispered, "I can feel you against my leg."
You shifted, settling more fully onto his lap, your weight a delicious pressure. "Take your shirt off," you instructed softly, your eyes never leaving his as you watched the subtle tremors that ran beneath his skin in response to your cool touch. "Good boy," you murmured, your gaze flicking upwards towards Ambrosius, who remained a silent, watchful presence at the glass. Kevin arched upwards, his back lifting slightly off the bed as your hands slid lower, trailing down his chest.
Your hands came to rest just below the delicate openings of his gills on his abdomen, your pointer fingers gently brushing against the soft, sensitive skin. A strangled moan escaped Kevin’s lips, his hips instinctively jerking upwards into yours. A soft chuckle rumbled in your chest. "You like that?" you whispered, not allowing him time to answer before you began to gently push your pointer fingers further beneath the openings of his gills in a slow, rhythmic motion, your hips rocking against his clothed erection. Your own cock stirred, a familiar heat building with each moan and choked gasp that left Kevin’s mouth.
With a slow, deliberate movement, you lifted yourself just enough to undo the buckle and button of Kevin’s jeans. You slid the denim down past his hips, and with a slight wriggle, he kicked them off to join the pile of your discarded clothing. You settled between his legs, one hand resting lightly on his thigh while the other crept back up his abdomen, your two fingers now slowly sliding in and out from beneath his gills. Kevin looked up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, a mumbled plea escaping his lips. "God, I could come just like this." His body arched further into your touch.
You hummed in response, leaning down to lave the underside of Kevin’s cock with your tongue, the salty pre-cum smearing across its length. The hand that had been resting on his thigh now mirrored the movements of the other, your fingers teasing the delicate skin beneath his other set of gills. A shaky sob wracked Kevin’s body, the sensations already bordering on overwhelming. You pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock before taking it fully into your mouth, the tip of your nose brushing against his pubic bone, his happy trail tickling your lips.
Kevin moaned, his hands coming up to grip your hair as you began to bob your head against his cock. His head pressed further into the pillows, his body arching and shaking beneath you, a symphony of pleasure. His eyes locked with yours as you glanced up at him. "Fuck," he breathed, his voice ragged. "I'm… I'm going to come if you ke-" A loud moan cut him off as you pushed your fingers deeper beneath his gills, rubbing against the slick, heated skin.
His cock twitched insistently in your mouth, the tip bumping against the back of your throat as his hips jerked upwards, chasing the relentless waves of pleasure. He pressed your head down further, his body convulsing beneath you as his orgasm ripped through him, your name a broken whisper against your lips.
You swallowed, a soft pop as you broke the seal, your fingers slipping from beneath his gills. You moved to hover above him, leaning down to capture his lips in a heated kiss, your hands resting on his damp hips. You pulled back slightly, your breath fanning across his flushed face. "On your stomach," you murmured, your voice husky.
Kevin readily obliged, rolling over so his back faced you, his head nestled against the pillow. You gripped his hips, lifting them slightly as you knelt behind him. You took hold of your own burgeoning erection, rubbing the slick head against the curve of his ass, smearing beads of pre-cum across his skin. Your nails dug lightly into the soft flesh of his buttocks, spreading them slightly as you guided the tip of your cock to his slick opening.
A sharp inhale escaped Kevin’s lips, followed quickly by a choked moan as you thrust into him, your hips meeting his with a soft thud. You leaned over him, pressing kisses along his upper spine and the nape of his neck, one hand reaching around to loosely encircle his throat while the other rested on his abdomen. You began to thrust at a slow, deliberate pace, savoring each pathetic moan and whimper that escaped Kevin’s lips. You felt the rhythmic bobbing of his Adam’s apple against your touch with every inward thrust of your hips.
You increased the tempo, your own moans joining Kevin’s as his inner muscles clenched around you. Your eyes flicked upwards from his trembling form to Ambrosius, who remained a silent voyeur. Your lips brushed against Kevin’s ear. "She's still watching," you whispered, the words a potent aphrodisiac.
Kevin whimpered, burying his face deeper into the pillow. A choked sob escaped him as the hand on his abdomen slipped back beneath his gills, your fingers teasing the ultrasensitive skin as you continued to pound into him. His entire body seemed to thrum with sensitivity, even the lightest touch sending shivers through him. He stumbled over his words, barely able to articulate the imminent release. "I'm… I'm going to…"
A guttural moan ripped from your throat as you felt Kevin’s muscles clench fiercely around you, your own hips stuttering with each powerful thrust. You let out a ragged breath, your moans intertwining with Kevin’s as your orgasm finally crested, your hot come spilling into him as he came again, his release staining the sheets beneath him.
You continued to rock your hips through the lingering waves of pleasure before slowly withdrawing and collapsing beside him on the damp sheets. His body twitched slightly, his face turning towards you, his eyes half-lidded and glazed with spent desire.
You leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his lips before swinging your legs over the side of the bed. Kevin’s eyes followed your every movement as you walked towards the bathroom and disappeared from his sight.
The sound of the shower running briefly filled the room before silence returned. You emerged from the bathroom, clean and refreshed, and turned your attention to Kevin. Gently, you helped him sit up, offering a cool cloth to wipe his face and chest. You guided him through the process of cleaning himself, your touch tender and caring. Together, you stripped the soiled sheets, replacing them with fresh linen. You helped Kevin pull on a clean pair of pajama pants and a soft t-shirt, his movements still languid with exhaustion. Finally, you guided him back into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. You lay down beside him, opening your arms in invitation. With a soft sigh, he curled into you, his head resting against your chest, the steady rhythm of your heartbeat a soothing lullaby. Soon, his breathing deepened, and the soft sound of his snores filled the quiet room.
It's the first anniversary of you and Joel being official!
He has something special planned for you.
Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader
Word count: 1˙990 words
Warnings: SMUT!, MDNI!, Non Outbreak AU, no use of Y/N, rimming (Joel receiving), bot!Joel, top!Reader, unprotected p in a, creampie, basically just 'plot'
More of the neighbour!Joel!au in chronological order:
'Sweet as sugar' – 'You're doing great.' – 'The dinner invitation' – 'Morning call' – 'Your package has arrived!' – 'Sarah and Tommy' – 'Jealous clubbing' – 'Crunch through it'– 'His anniversary present' – 'Mini golf'
This fanfic is based on an anon request.
Today is a very special day. A day that makes you walk with a spring in your step. It's the anniversary of you and Joel becoming official. And he has a surprise for you! You'd occasionally hinted that you'd like to be the one on top, without thinking too much about it. But Joel prepared everything for the special occasion, did the research and everything.
And there he was, standing in front of you, the candlelight from the candles on the table illuminating his features. He doesn't act any differently than usual, being his affectionate self, he grabs you and pulls you in for a kiss after receiving his anniversary gift. You'd found a beautiful bracelet that you thought would look amazing on Joel. Not only did it fit his wrist perfectly, but it looked surprisingly sexy on him.
"I have the most special present prepared for you…" Joel whispers against your lips as he continues to kiss you.
"Mmmh… I’m excited to see what it is…" you hum into the kiss.
His hand moves down to squeeze your butt, pulling you even closer. The kiss becomes more intense as he elicits a moan from you and Joel presses his whole body against yours.
You break the kiss for a moment to catch your breath, but he just kisses you again, sending endorphins into your head and making you feel like the world is spinning around you.
"Fuck… you’re making me so horny…" he breathes out after pulling away from the kiss when he notices you losing your balance.
"Hah…ha… me too…"
Your pants feel tighter, you want to undress him. No, you need to undress him. As you reach for the hem of his shirt, Joel grabs your hands and stops you.
"To the bedroom. Come on."
He lets go of your hands and in one swift movement lifts you off your feet and into his arms, carrying you bridal style into the bedroom.
"Whoa- Oof!"
Your back hits the soft bed. Joel laughs when he sees how dishevelled you look and helps you back to your feet.
"Alright, so I wanted to tell you what your present today is."
His fingers intertwine with yours as he touches your cheek. He looks intently into your eyes.
"I’m listening," a smile you tried to hide slowly creeps across your face.
"You get to top tonight."
"Wha-"
"Yeah, yeah, I’ve done all the prep, did the research and all that. I’m as clean as can be down there."
You laugh at this statement.
"Honestly. If you told me how much work it always is to prep for me, you could’ve asked me for help."
He frowns as you continue to laugh. Not amused by your excessive laughter, he pinches your nose between his thumb and index finger.
"Ow ow ow-" you stop laughing and pull your face into an odd grimace, "I’m sorry, ok?"
Joel lets go of your nose and taps you playfully on the shoulder.
"Apology accepted."
You kiss him on the bare spot in his beard that forms a heart, ending with him kissing you back on the lips. With the softest touch possible, you push him back onto the bed and crawl on top of him as you join your lips in a deep kiss.
He begins to undress you, taking off his shirt as well as yours, before kissing you again with his tongue. Your hands grip his biceps, squeezing them slightly to feel them without making it too obvious. Joel's hands explore your body as they work to get you naked. You moan into the kiss, his touch sending a tingling sensation through your body.
When you are both completely undressed, you sit up on his lap and look down at him with hooded eyes.
"I’ll stretch you out a little before we get serious, that ok?"
"S-Sure…"
He seems a little unsure about the whole situation, but trusts you.
You ask him to get down on all fours in front of you while you grab the bottle of lube he'd prepared and left on the night stand.
With a loud click, you close the bottle after spreading some on your fingers. You set it aside and look at Joel. You smile to yourself and spread the liquid around his anus, slowly inserting a finger to test the waters.
Joel shifts a little as you insert it deeper. He rests his forehead on his forearm, trying to hide his face a little.
When your finger is fully inside him, you curl it slightly, but he suddenly tenses up, making it difficult to move it freely without hurting him.
"Relax for me, baby… It’ll feel good soon, I promise."
You stroke the outside of his thigh as he relaxes a little.
To make him feel more comfortable, you move the hand that was caressing him a second ago to wrap it around his semi-hard cock. As you slowly milk him, you curl your finger inside him. The sight of him in front of you like this is driving you crazy. Without thinking, you kiss his butt cheek and then bite it gently.
Joel's body seems to react more than he wants to show. Although he doesn't make much noise apart from some heavy breathing, his cock throbs in your hand every time you move your finger in a particular way.
You soon manage to insert your second finger and continue stroking him as you stretch him with your fingers. Just as you are about to stop stroking him, you notice that his legs are shaking a little, which makes you smile mischievously.
"I do have to say, so far, this is the best present anyone’s given me…"
You pull your fingers out of him and replace them with your tongue.
Joel gasps in surprise as you lick his anus. Your hands now rest on his legs as you eat him out, savouring the moment, enjoying every sharp breath he draws.
"… H-Hey-… I think that’s enough-…" he’s almost panting by now. Kneeling on the bed, you roll him over and see a sight you’ve never had the pleasure of witnessing before.
Joel's face is red as a beetroot, his eyes are hooded and drool is dripping from the corner of his mouth. You wipe it away with your thumb, chuckling as he closes his eyes at your touch. Your hands reach under his thighs and pull him to the edge of the bed.
You kneel on the floor in front of him. Moving your hips, you rub your dick against his, pressing your hand down to hold them in place.
"Think you’re ready?" your breath hitches as you say this, your excitement immeasurable and becoming unbearable.
"Yeah, I should be… Here’s the lube."
Joel hands you the bottle that was lying next to him on the bed. After opening the bottle, you pour some cold lube into the palm of your hand. You use your hand to spread the lube over your erection, applying more to the head.
Before you go any further, you look at his face, you feel how hot your own face is. Your heartbeat is loud inside your ears, almost as if your heart is trying to jump out of your chest.
Joel reaches for your head and pulls you down for a kiss before he whispers, "You’re taking too damn long, I’m starting to get impatient."
Your cock throbs at the sound of this, and like a hungry animal you kiss him deeply, placing the head of your erection against the entrance to his anus. As you slowly push in, you moan into his mouth, unable to hold back. He's so tight around you that you hesitate for a second before pushing all the way in.
Breathless, you pull away from the kiss. You look down at Joel, who is brushing some of your hair from your forehead, and before you can ask him if he's all right, he blurts out, "I-I’m fine, you can keep going."
The blood rushes to your head and you thrust into him as hard as you can, your hands grabbing the sides of his hips to get as far inside as you can. Joel's face is bright red as you let him get used to the sensation, he averts his eyes in embarrassment.
"I’ll start moving now…"
He feels so hot and tight around your cock that it is driving you mad. Thanks to the amount of lube you applied, your thrusts are fluid. You kiss his neck, leaving a few marks on his skin as you continue to thrust in a slower rhythm.
A soft moan leaves his lips as your cock brushes against his prostate, his eyes opening wide as he realises how good it's starting to feel. His thoughts are confused as he searches for a reason not to ask you to fuck him brainless.
"Feel good?" you whisper in his ear. He closes his eyes and nods in response, keeping his lips closed so as not to make a sound.
"Awh, you feel it soooo much that you’re embarrassed?"
You thrust deeper into him, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing off the walls of his bedroom, shaking him to his core.
"Come on, let me hear you…" breathlessly, you brush his curls behind his ear before kissing his neck. As you thrust into him, his arms wrap around you, the palm of his hand flat against the damp skin of your back.
"H-Hah… so good-..." Joel's voice finally emerges from his throat, accompanied by a moan as your thrusts accelerate. Losing control of yourself, you're so close to coming without even realising it.
"P-Please don’t stop-" he breathes out as a moan gets stuck in his throat from an unexpectedly hard thrust. You press your face into his shoulder, slowing down a little to go on for a little longer.
"Shit… I almost came-…" you mutter as you push yourself up to look down at Joel. He grins up at you and reaches for your neck, wrapping his hand lightly around it.
"Wanna change positions?" he asks, pulling you down to kiss your lips hastily as your thrusts accelerate.
"Y-Yeah, that’s a good idea."
Once you're deep inside him, you stop moving and enjoy the warmth again. You lie on top of him for a moment to catch your breath.
After leaving kisses all over his face, you pull out and help him to his feet. Joel responds by pushing you back onto the bed. You rest your head on a pillow and look up at him as he crawls on top of you.
"Oh? You want to try it like this?"
"It’s how you always do it, I wanted to see why."
His right hand presses against your chest, his left grabs your cock to position it so he can sit on it. As he slides you inside him, he lets out a sigh.
"F-Fuck… you’re so hot."
Wrapping your hand around his cock, you pump it to the rhythm of him bouncing on your dick, making him move faster.
"Shit-… so close…" he moans, now finally understanding why you prefer this position. Your cock hits his sweet spot at just the right angle, and he can decide how fast he wants to go.
"Me too-..."
You begin to thrust upwards, sending new and more intense sensations through Joel's body, making his legs shake as he ejaculates on your chest without warning. His head spins and as he moans your name you continue to thrust into him, reaching your own release soon after.
"Fuck… I love you so much…" his breath is hot against your skin as he leans down to meet your lips with his own.
"Mmm- I love you too-" you say against his lips, smiling as he doesn’t seem to be planning on getting off you anytime soon.
hiiii, omg i would absolutely adore more of vampire rhysand fics, especially from that universe you created with them all vampires, will there be more? maybe when reader is turned, she can finally take both azriel and rhysand👀👀👀 or maybe to explore rhysand's relationship with her maybe nesta or someone from her family sneak in to the ball to steal reader back but rhysand is like nu uh tf
those are just some of the ideas that popped into my head, i love your writing and your smut💖
You must be psychic because I had literally just opened up a Word Document to try and write another Vamp!Rhys fic but couldn't figure out where to start!
I've got some ideas, and was thinking about doing some Monster Themed Fics for Spooky Season (More Vamp!Rhys + Bat Boys, maybe a Werewolf or Demon AU) if I can get my thoughts in order enough. Until then, pls enjoy a possessive!vamp!Rhys ;)
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Mine
Content Warnings: Slight SMUT, Possessive!Rhys, Blood and Gore
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“I’m bored,” Rhysand says by way of greeting, as he throws his lythe body onto the chase across from where you sit, curled up in a reading chair in the library.
The sun sets behind you, the golden rays peeking in through the blackout curtains that usually remain closed during the day. Most of the horde sleeps through the day, meaning, if you let your body’s natural rhythm guide you, you have the entire manor to yourself. And of course, you use most of that time to peruse the thousand year old vampire’s massive collection of books. There’s so many organized on the floor to ceiling shelves you’re not even sure you’re promised immortality will give you enough time to read all of them--that doesn’t stop you from trying, however.
The vampire lord remains in the shadows of the library, the crack of sunlight just far enough away to not burn his otherwise unbreakable skin. Sometimes you think it’s a shame he can only go out at night, while it’s true he looks his best under moonlight, the golden hue of the fading sun makes his bronze skin glow like a god. You’re tempted to set down the book in your hands and climb into his lap, unbutton the already half open shirt and run your tongue over every golden inch of him. Time has not dulled the need you feel for him, even after all these months, he’s still as tempting as he was the first time you laid eyes on him.
“There are a number of things you can do in this manor,” you say, ignoring your instincts and going back to the fantasy romance you’ve been devouring for the last hour. In truth, the smut on the page before you might also play into why your mouth is practically watering at the sight of him. You’re right at the good part, and your mind is torn between finishing the chapter and indulging your own fantasies with the very real, and very eager, vampire before you.
“Not entertaining enough,” he whines.
Your eyes still on the page as you try and think of something to offer him. He hasn’t been able to throw another ball in nearly a month, not after a group of vampire hunters had come rolling into town. Their presence had been tiresome and even Azriel, for all his talents had not been able to figure out who’d tipped them off and brought them around. Rhys had initiated an indoor ban on the whole horde just to keep everybody safe. That meant for the most part, everyone had been living off of sheep’s blood and well, you. Mostly the sheep’s blood though. Rhys had threatened to keep you locked in his room, for only his enjoyment if Azriel didn’t stop leaving so many bite marks in your thighs--his favorite place to feed from you apparently. There were more than enough bite marks across your throat to give the others pause before they tried to drink from you these days. And it hadn’t helped that Cass had snuck out and nearly been caught, drinking from a barmaid in an alley three nights ago. Everyone was on edge.
You glance up at him over the top of the worn pages in your hands. He keeps an arm thrown over his eyes, as if, even the little bit of sunlight filtering passed is enough to hurt him. Aside from that, he lays with one long leg tossed over the back of the couch, his shirt untucked and unbuttoned, the swirl of ink across his chest on full display. His dark hair is tousled, falling messily over his forehead. He had to have come directly here from his bedroom.
You look back down at the paragraph you were reading, the spicy scene practically leaping off the page at you, then back up to him as you bite your lower lip in thought. It’s usually him that initiates your interactions, him that dictates how and where you take him. You don’t mind. Truth be told, you love being able to let go of everything and let him dominate you in whatever way he sees fit. It is the height of your pleasure, knowing he could so easily break you, and yet he doesn’t. You think meeting him might actually have put some pieces of your soul back together, rather than shatter them further and you love him all the more for it. And now, in that freedom, you can’t help but wonder if there are still other things to explore?
“We could play a game?” You suggest, voice softer than you mean it to be. Neither of you have ever talked about switching things up. Why mess with a good thing, right? But he’s here, asking, and the idea is literally in your hands as you speak, like fate prompting you to try something new and exciting. It can’t hurt to ask, right? He’s never denied you anything before.
Rhys spreads two fingers over his face, so you catch a glimpse of one, gleaming, violet eye. A grin spreads across his handsome features, fangs glinting in the scarce few rays of sunlight left. There will be nothing but starlight here soon, the plain of existence made solely for him. The others may live in the dark, but it is Rhys who thrives in it. “I’m listening.”
You draw a shaky breath. It’s just a question. No harm can come from a question. But how exactly do you suggest… this? You glance down at the pages again, trying to see if they even gave it a name for you to offer him, but there’s nothing but the promise of pleasure blurring across the pages.
Gathering your courage, you unfurl your legs from beneath you and cross the distance so you can climb onto his lap. Those thighs might have been made just for you, muscle shifting to let you get comfortable as his hands settle on your hips. He sighs contentedly, like this is something he’s been missing as you settle your weight against him.
“I was reading this book and these characters are…” you scrunch your face, trying to explain without sounding crass and failing. A blush works its way up your cheeks as you shove the open book into his hands. “Maybe you should just read it.”
He takes his time, tongue slipping out to wet his full lips as he reads. You count every breath he takes in the silence, watching his face with rapt attention to try and gauge what he’s thinking about it. He’s a master of schooled expressions, always collected and together, but after all these months, you like to think you know his tells. Yet, as he reads, there is no gleam in his eye, no obvious indication of arousal from where you sit over his hips. There is nothing but careful calculation as he reads--and maybe rereads, judging by the time it takes him--the pages.
Finally he closes the book and sets it down on the floor. “You’re suggesting we do that?”
It’s hard to identify if that is amusement or irritation in his voice and you find your heartbeat quickening regardless of which it is. “I-if you want.”
“That’s not what I asked, Little One,” he tuts, hands resuming their rightful place on your hips. His thumbs stroke gentle circles into your skin, a move that can turn either teasing or cruel at a moment's notice.
“I don’t know, you said you were bored. I thought maybe, you know, since we haven’t had a ball in awhile you might want to…” the word sticks in your throat and you swallow as the intensity of his gaze pins you in place. “You know… hunt.”
His eyes light up at the word. “And you want me to hunt you?”
Your thighs clench involuntarily at the thought, a move that doesn’t go unnoticed in the slightest. He grins wolfishly, gaze pinned to where your hips rest over his. He could have you right here, like this and he knows it. All it would take is a couple rocking motions of his hips, a slide of his fingertips beneath the thin silk of your top, teasing up bare skin until he can play with your breasts and you’d surrender. He could drink his fill and take you just as you are, right here and now. But there’s no challenge in it, no fun to be had, and he wants you to tell him you want it. Want him like that.
You’d be a liar if you said you’d never thought about what he would feel like if he let loose his control and showed you just how much a monster he was capable of being. You knew that even if he lost his usual composure, he would never hurt you. Even his basest instincts would balk at the thought of causing you pain. If you said you wanted it, he would make sure that you enjoyed every minute of it.
“Yes,” you say softly.
He sits up, swinging his legs onto the floor, moving you with him. His hands slide over your hips to your ass, squeezing playfully as you squeal in surprise over the sudden shift in position. “What are the rules to this game then?”
Your heartbeat quickens in your chest. You’re actually going to do this.
“I want a ten minute head start,” you say slowly, mind spinning.
He hums as he leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Done. What else?”
“No going past the gardens.” There is enough yard between the manor and the perimeter walls that you could still feel like you were outside without risking an encounter with a hunter.
“Agreed,” he kisses the opposite corner of your mouth.
“If you catch me-”
“When I catch you,” he says, lips pressing to my chin.
“If you catch me before the end of the hour,” that gives him a total of thirty minutes before the clock chimes, “then…” It’s not like you’ve never talked dirty before, but still, your cheeks are a deep set of red as you say, “then I am yours to do with what you wish.”
His eyes gleam, fangs glinting as he leans back and grins like he’s already won. “And if I say I want to be so deep inside you that every sorry hunter for miles will know your mine regardless of where I find you?”
You clench your thighs again, or attempt to, this new position in his lap doesn’t give you a lot of room to do so. “If you can find me.”
He slides you effortlessly off his lap, but you find, given the nature of the way he’s looking at you, that your legs feel weak already. “You should get going. You’ve only got ten minutes, Darling.”
You waste precious time leaning down to capture his lips in a quick kiss, but you don’t care. Every kiss, every touch is worth the lost time. He is a promise of endless time, of boundless freedom and new adventures, time is never wasted with Rhys.
He pulls away with some difficulty. “I’m still counting,” he warns.
You grin as you turn and sprint out the library, leaving the doors wide open as you run. It occurs to you now that you’ve never actually seen him hunt outside a ballroom. There’s a lot of strategy to those hunts, as you’ve observed, but he’s never had to chase anything. He’s like a spider, waiting patiently for his prey to get caught and stuck in his web for him to devour. You don’t actually know how fast or strong he is. He certainly has a heightened sense of smell, but how heightened?
You know you want to make it outside, just to let him feel like he’s getting out of the house, but going straight out the back door would be too easy. You run up the stairs to the second floor instead, then into one of the many empty rooms and unlatch the window. This might waste more of your precious time, but still, you’re curious to know if he’ll save time and run right out the door, or if he can actually follow your scent.
Carefully, you climb onto the roof and pick your way across the slanting tiles, until you reach the side of the manor where tree branches reach for you. The gardens outside the estate are massive, their own little forest, and with the gates closed, the gardeners haven’t been around to trim the trees. Branches that would normally be clipped to keep the leaves from collecting on the roof have been allowed to blossom and you find a sturdy one and nimbly walk across it like a balance beam. He may be the expert hunter here, but you spent years outside the Spring Estate, back when your parents were still alive, exploring the massive gardens and climbing the trees. Until your Governess had dragged you back by the ear, yelling about your ripped skirts and scraped knees. Hardly the lifestyle of a lady, they’d said. You couldn’t care less now as you climb, hand over hand through the dense leaves, moving from tree to tree. This is familiar yet different, you are far more free here than you had ever been back home.
Anticipation sits hot and heavy in your lower belly as you move. It’s hard to tell how much time you have left and you need to decide if the plan is to just keep moving or to hunker down and hide in wait.
When the trees start to thin, you finally clamber down onto the damp floor below and take a good look around. There are certainly plenty of bushes to hide under, but that feels… boring.
You glance over your shoulder, the trees blocking out the moonlight that has now replaced the earlier sun. Shadows cling to the trees providing ample cover, for both you and the predator you know is coming.
You bite your lip. You want it to be a challenge. So you keep moving, ears straining for any little sound that might indicate your ten minutes is up. Every rustle of leaves makes a shiver run up your spine, heart thundering beneath your ribs. It’s a heady sort of rush that makes you laugh as you break into a full on sprint, wind tearing at your loose hair.
This is freedom. Unbridled and unrestrained, there are no limits on what you can do or want, and right now, you want exactly what he promised you.
You slow to catch your breath, the trees thinning as you come closer to the hedge maze on the far side of the property. There’s usually a whole slew of string lights bobbing overhead, so partygoers can see past the towering hedges full of roses and attempt to find the bubbling water fountain at the center of the maze. It’s a showstopper when lit, but right now, it is dark and unyielding and you inch your way towards it with more than a little trepidation. It would be a good place to make him walk through to get to you, but some of the hedges are so thick and overgrown it blocks out the light, and you do not have the night vision of vampires, not yet.
A twig snaps behind you and you jump with a hand clamped over your mouth to keep from screaming as you turn to face the noise. There’s enough moonlight to see by out here, but there is no familiar shape stalking towards you. There’s nothing there at all but the trees and the maze at your back.
You give yourself a little shake to calm your nerves as you inch backwards towards the opening of the maze, still anticipating Rhys’s sudden arrival. One step back, then another, until you can almost feel the shadow of the hedges against your back. It’s a degree colder within it than outside of it.
The first bit of darkness covers your entrance.
And it covered the hiding place too, because you hadn’t seen anyone or anything within the maze until a firm hand clamps over your mouth. Surprise makes you scream, the noise muffled beneath the weathered palm as a strong arm wraps around your waist.
How the hell had he gotten behind you?!
Hot breath fans your ear as he puts his lips to your ear. “Scream, and you’re dead.”
That’s not Rhys’s voice at all!
Panic grips you and you have just enough presence of mind to fight, digging your elbow into the stranger’s soft gut, throwing your head back into his shoulder. You twist and claw and bite down on the hand covering your mouth so hard you taste blood.
“You little bitch!” The stranger snarls, his hand slipping off your mouth.
You don’t have time to spit out the blood as you scream, “RHYS!!!” As loud as you can.
The stranger grabs your hair and spins you, face scraping over a cluster of thorny roses that cuts open your cheek as you fight to keep your footing. You stumble, but before you can hit the ground, another rough set of hands grabs your arm and yanks, pulling you deeper into the darkness of the maze.
“Get off me!” You shout, your game forgotten. There is nothing but wild panic in your blood as you claw and punch at the hands that pull you deeper and deeper into the maze.
Rhys can find you in here, right? He knows this isn’t part of the game?
Blood trickles down the wound in your cheek, following a trail down your neck and chest as your head whips around to try and get a good look at your attacker. He’s not much taller than you, but he’s twice as large, his arms made of thick, corded muscle. A spiderweb of scars travels up the bare expanse of his right arm, but he has no other defining features you can see in the darkness.
The second remains in the dark as they drag you through the maze. They must have been here awhile, if they know their way through it. In no time at all, you find yourself at the maze’s heart, the fountain that’s usually so dazzling at parties remains full of stagnant water and dead leaves. Sitting on the lip of it are another two men, one carrying a sword and another wearing a bandolier full of wooden stakes. Hunters.
Your mouth dries, heart skipping a beat. No no no! This can’t be happening! How’d they get past the gate? Rhys had it made by some local witches, it was supposed to be spelled to keep hunters out!
“Y/N?”
The world narrows in to the sound of that voice, as the body attached rounds the fountain. The sliver of moonlight cuts through the overgrown shrubs, highlighting the swatch of blonde hair, carefully tied back from a face that looks so similar to your own.
Though you have no fangs of your own, you pull your lips back in a snarl as Tamlin draws nearer. “You did this?” You hiss at your brother.
He looks older, tired. Emerald eyes framed by dark circles. It’s been months since you’ve seen him. Months since he sent someone to tell you not to bother coming home since you’d ruined yourself with Rhys. Based on the stories you’d heard, he’d trashed the manor in a fit of rage when he’d found out he could no longer auction you off like a mare to be wed and bred by some stuffy, old baron or count.
He takes you in, nose crinkling as he spots the hickeys littering your throat. You’re not wearing anything more than a pair of lounge shorts and a silk top, an outfit that had felt appropriate a moment ago but now, based on the judgment and leering of the hunters, feels poorly out of place.
It’s an effort not to try and cover yourself, to stand there, blood still dripping from your cheek and keep your chin up.
“Where is he?” Tamlin demands.
Shit. Shit. Shit! Of course he’s not here for you, he’d made it clear you were as wanted as a wadded up gum wrapper. He--they--are all here for Rhys.
“Who?” You play dumb, trying to buy time. Rhys is walking right into a trap and if you don’t think of something quick…
“Don’t play dumb!” Tamlin snarls. “I know you’ve been whoring yourself out to that blood sucker!”
He can’t know that Rhys is the town’s vampire, there’s no way. Every person that leaves the manor is compelled to forget everything they saw. The whole horde is meticulous, Az has even followed people home to ensure the protection of the den.
When you don’t respond, he says, a little gentler this time, “Tell me where he is, Y/N, and I will consider this whole mess a compulsion on his part and not hold it against you. We’ll go home and find somewhere safe for you to live. There’s a temple that will take in ruined women…”
You’re seeing red. “Nobody fucking ruined me! It is my body! What I do with it is none of your business!”
He frowns. “Nesta thought you might have been compelled, I didn’t want to believe that you were so weak minded that it could happen to you, but now that I see you…”
Nesta. Your stomach twists itself into knots. She was supposed to be your best friend, and yet she had gone to Tamlin and he’d called the hunters. She must have seen Rhys drinking from you that first night after all. In her rush, she’d pissed off Cass, who had been so distracted with her leaving he’d distracted Az from following her home. She’d gotten out of the den knowing what they all were and Tamlin had spent all this time summoning these hunters.
The betrayal stings worse than the cut on your cheek, your eyes burning despite your attempts to keep it all bottled up. You can’t cry here! Not in front of them. The four hunters hover near the exits, blocking your escape, but keeping watch for Rhys all the same. They all have stakes. They’re all clearly fighting men, all capable of taking on an unsuspecting vampire.
“Don’t do this, Tam,” you whisper. If anything happens to Rhys… If they get their hands on him because you suggested going outside the manor, you’re never going to forgive yourself.
“You forced my hand!” Tamlin snarls, advancing a step towards you. “You went and made a mess of things as always! If mom were still alive she would have keeled over and had a heart attack from the strain of having you for a daughter.”
The words hit like a slap. He’d always been good at that; when he couldn’t use his size and strength, his words were just as sharp as a blade, and he’d used them to keep you in line for years. Even now, the freedom you had so desperately craved feels like it’s slipping through your fingers. You feel your shoulders hunch, chin dipping towards your chest. He’s always been so terribly good at making you feel small and useless and so terribly unwanted. Even now, your own flesh and blood isn’t here to make sure you’re alright, he’s here to prove himself a hero by killing a vampire. Your vampire.
Figures, as soon as you’d found something to love, Tamlin found another way to rip it from you.
Seeing a weakness, Tamlin stalks towards you, his footfalls heavy in the damp earth. He reaches out a hand to grab you, but before he can so much as brush a fingertip over your arm, his body flies backwards like it’s been tossed by an invisible hand. He hits the statue guarding the water fountain so hard the old angel’s head falls from it’s stone shoulders.
“Don’t fucking touch her!” Rhys snarls so loud the ground shakes. He’d come in silently, stealthy as a cat. The power that radiates off him is nothing like the demure courtier you see in the ballroom, there is nothing subtle or charming about this Rhys. There is only cold, unyielding rage as he moves around you faster than your eyes can track. You don’t even have time to warn him about what the hunters are armed with before he uses his teeth to rip the throat out of the first man. Blood splatters across his face as the hunter falls. Another blink at the second falls, his heart still beating from where Rhys holds it in his fist.
The third hunter has just enough time to slide a stake out of its sheath and lunge, but Rhys is so much faster and stronger, there is no contest. He snags the hunter’s wrist, snapping the bone so hard his wrist twists backwards, the stake now aimed at the hunter’s heart. His own momentum keeps him moving forward, even as he screams in terror, and he impales himself on his own stake. Rhys hurls the body into the thorny hedges, leaving it to bleed out as he turns to face the fourth and final hunter.
It's the one that had grabbed you initially, his thin lips pulled back in a sneer as he flips two stakes around in his large hands.
“You think you can waltz into my domain,” Rhys seethes. There’s an eerie calm to his steps now, blood dripping from his fingers, splattering the trampled grass. “And try and take what is mine?”
Rationally, you know you should be terrified of him like this--this is who he really is, not the courtly mask and disarming smiles you know, this is a full-fledged vampire in all his glory--but you’re not. Not even a little bit. If anything, the sight of him makes you feel like you can breathe again.
“I’ve killed worse things than you,” the hunter spits. “You won’t even be a challenge.”
Rhys cocks his head like he’s thinking, a grin spreading across his face. His fangs are longer than you’ve ever seen them, poking into his lower lip, where the first hunter’s blood still lingers. “Is that so?”
He takes a small step forward, and though the hunter’s fingers twitch around the stakes, he doesn’t move. He doesn’t even blink. He stands still as a statue, his chest barely rising and falling. Almost like he can’t move at all.
Rhys reaches out and plucks the stakes from the hunter’s hands like he’s taking a toy from a belligerent child. The hunter doesn’t move; doesn’t speak in his own defense.
Rhys lifts the stake to get a better look at it in the moonlight. “These are poorly made,” he tuts, right before he jams it between the hunter’s eyes. The man falls, still completely immobile.
“You’re a fucking monster,” Tamlin hisses from where he’s still struggling to get back to his feet.
Rhys slides the hand not dripping blood into his pocket, appearing bored as he puts a boot on Tamlin’s shoulder and pushes him back down into the mud. “Humans are so very dull.”
“Yet you keep my sister like a fucking pet!” Tamlin snarls, trying to rise again and losing the battle as Rhys’s heel pushes down against his shoulder until the bone snaps. “You compelled her into being with you and have been keeping her here against her will.”
You stare at the two of them. Rhys is holding back now, toying with Tamlin--the brother that had locked you up, had insisted your Governess cut your meals in half to keep you thin and desirable for a suitor; the brother who had ignored your wishes your whole life and had stolen almost every bit of happiness you had tried to carve out for yourself. Only one of them is the monster here.
“Nobody compelled me into staying,” you hiss. “Nobody compelled me into doing anything! I chose it.”
Tamlin tilts his head to look at you, despite the pain flashing across his face. “He just used his powers to freeze a man in place, you’re too stupid to know if he used them on you.”
Rhys moves his boot from Tamlin’s shoulder to his wrist, heel crushing down until the bone splinters, the resounding crack echoing through the maze. “Try that again,” he dares.
Tamlin’s howls of pain have somehow not drawn everybody else outside, but you are relieved to see it. As much as you want him out of your life forever, you’re not up for watching them all devour him like a turkey at a Sunday roast.
You pick your way around the mess of bodies until you can grab Rhys’s hand, the blood now cold and sticky over his palm. You do not balk from it. This is still your Rhys. He is still what you would choose, if you could go back to that first night on the dancefloor. Bargain or no bargain, you would have come back time and time again, to be with him and this family you have made for yourself here. This is the life you want, messy and full of monsters.
Rhys glances down at your joined hands, yours so small and delicate against the mess of his own.
You intertwine your fingers. “Please don’t kill him.”
He reaches out with his free hand to run a thumb over your ruined cheek, checking how deep the cuts are. “Why not?”
“Can he be compelled to forget about all of us? Can you make it so that we never existed?”
“Y/N!” Tamlin screams. “You don’t know what you’re doing!”
“I could,” Rhys admits. “Is that what you want?”
“I want to be with you,” you say confidently. “As a human or a vampire.”
Tamlin tries to move out from under Rhys’s boot but gets nowhere.
“I want him to no longer have control of my life. I want to be free to choose where I go and who comes with me. I am angry at him. I’ve been angry at him my whole life. But… but I don’t want him dead.”
Rhys nods, then brushes a tender kiss over your forehead. “It’ll be done then.”
Azriel appears from the shadows then, as if he’d been hovering somewhere in the maze just in case. That intense hazel gaze sweeps over you, taking stock of your injuries before he hauls Tamlin to his feet.
Your brother still tries to fight it, but his right arm hangs limp and twisted at his side, and even if he was whole, he’s no match for either of them.
Rhys takes Tamlin’s chin between his forefinger and thumb, holding him in place with just those two fingers alone. “Any last words, Darling?”
You flash your middle finger at Tamlin, “If you come back through these gates, I’ll hunt you down myself.”
“Vicious,” Azriel praises, tongue running over his lower lip in appreciation to this new side of you.
Rhys keeps his attention pinned to Tamlin. “You’ll return home. You’ll forget this vampire business. You went out and got drunk and got your ass handed to you by the barmaid.”
Azriel snickers at that.
You’ve seen that barmaid, she very well could hand Tamlin his ass, the story will be convincing.
“If anyone asks about your sister, you’ll tell them she ran away to be with the people that love her. There is no need to look for her. She is happy.”
And you are. Your chest warms at the words. You are happy here. You will always be happy here, with this new family you’ve found.
Tamlin repeats the words in monotone, like they’re being forced out of his head.
“You’ll have to find and compel Nesta too,” you say softly. “She saw us that first night.”
“Leave it to Cass to put us in this mess,” Azriel grumbles. “I should make him compel her for the trouble.”
“He’d just turn her for shits and giggles and then we’d be in bigger trouble,” Rhys responds as he releases his grip on Tamlin. Your brother’s head sags to his chest, unconscious, and Azriel drags him out through the back gate.
“It’s done?” You ask, watching them leave.
“It’s done,” Rhys confirms.
You turn to face him again and stretch up on your toes to kiss him gently on the lips, despite the blood. “Thank you.”
When you try to pull away, he slides a hand into your hair and pulls you back for another, ravenous kiss. “Are you all right?”
“A little shaken,” you confess, reaching up a hand to brush a tendril of dark hair off his head. “But alright. Are you?”
He slides his arms beneath you and picks you up like you weigh nothing. “Let’s get you cleaned up and I’ll feel better.”
In no time at all, you’re back safe inside the house, perched on top of the counter in the bathroom attached to his room. Candlelight flickers to give him a better view of the gash across your cheek, now forming a bruise beneath the split skin.
“It doesn’t hurt too bad,” you assure. “Just stings a little.”
He frowns as he pokes at it, then brings his wrist up to his mouth and sinks his fangs into a vein. “Drink,” he orders, bringing it to your lips. “My blood will heal you.”
You stare at him for a moment. It has become an easy thing to accept that he likes to drink from you. He needs blood to live and you want him to keep on living, it is an easy exchange--and one that always ends pleasurably for you at that--but this is different. It’s not necessity. He’s offering because he wants to. Because he cares about you.
“Please,” he says gently, pushing his wrist a little closer. “Let me take care of you.”
You wrap your hand around his arm as you bring his wrist to your mouth, unsure of how to go about this. He holds you steady, pressing his wrist to your lips, guiding you through it like he has everything this far. His blood is a coppery tang in your mouth as you run your tongue over the two puncture marks in his wrist and swallow it down.
By the time he pulls away, the stinging in your cheek has subsided.
“It’ll taste better once you're one of us,” he explains as he grabs a towel and cleans the remaining blood off your skin.
You watch the slow pace in which he moves now, all that rage and strength once again contained within the confines of courtly manners, but there is a stiffness to those usually graceful motions. You can almost taste the unease coming off him as he uses the same towel to clean the blood off his own face and hands.
“You’re not changing your mind about turning me after this mess, are you?”
He tosses the towel in the hamper near the door and comes to stand between your legs. You have to tilt your head back to look at him as he cups your face in his large hands. “Never.” The finality in his tone leaves no room for doubt. “I never wish to be parted from you again.”
Your heart stutters in your chest. This bargain between you is fun and exciting, and truth be told you are more fond of him than you’d ever dare say out loud, but you had always assumed those budding feelings were one sided. This was a game and a bargain at the end of the day, what was one human in the span of eternity to a thousand year old vampire? Daring to believe that you meant more to him was not a luxury you had let yourself indulge in.
“And I thought…” he shakes his head and kisses you gently at first, grounding himself in the reality that you are safe and in his arms, but it turns rough and desperate as he considers what he’s saying. “I thought I might lose you.”
You run your fingers through the silky strands of his hair, knocking a few loose leaves that had gotten caught when he’d come running after you.
“If anything were to happen to you, I don’t…” he shutters as he slides his hands beneath you and lifts you off the counter, carrying you towards his large bed with ease despite the shakiness of his breathing.
“I’ve killed thousands of hunters. I have drained entire covens of witches and packs of werewolves.” He lays you down in the center of the black silk sheets, body propped up against a dozen pillows someone who is undead doesn’t really need, his large frame kneeling over yours as he kisses you again. “I have fought and won hundreds of battles and taken down an army of other vampires. Bloodshed is in my nature. It is woven into the lifeblood of creatures like me. I am used to the killing, but I have never enjoyed it. I avoid it if I can, but tonight, when I saw those hunters around you…”
He steals another kiss, tongue sliding behind your teeth to try and claim your very breath as his weight settles between your legs. “I wanted to take my time. I wanted to make them pay for putting their hands on you. I enjoyed making them suffer. And I’d do it again.”
Perhaps the long lasting effects of being locked up has altered your brain chemistry, because such outright aggression should be a warning sign to run, but it makes heat flare in your chest instead. This is a dangerous amount of possessiveness and yet, you enjoy it. It is nice to be looked after so deeply.
“And I know that I should turn you,” he continues. “You have more than fulfilled your part of the bargain and after seeing those hunters today, I should give you an edge over them, just in case, but…” Another kiss, his hands slipping beneath your top to skim your sides. “But to turn you I have to… You have to die to become a vampire. How am I supposed to do that, knowing that it’ll hurt, even for a moment? Knowing that I will have to be the one to do it?”
Your fingers drift to the buttons of his shirt, slowly popping them open so you can touch him. “It doesn’t have to be today. We never set a time.”
“I saw that scratch on you and almost went out of my mind,” he says as he leans back enough to let you push the shirt off his shoulders, but as soon as the article is off he’s right back on top of you again, kissing you like he won’t ever get enough. “I love you,” he whispers against your lips. “I have never loved a human before. I have never been so conflicted before. I can’t lose you, Y/N. I’m just not ready to turn you yet either.”
Your hands skim up his tattooed torso, tracing every curve of ink up his chest and shoulders until you can cup his cheek. “You’re not going to lose me. Like I said, I choose you. I want to be here with you. Like this or otherwise. I am in no rush.”
He tilts his head and kisses your palm. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“I know,” you assure, using your free hand to grab him behind the neck and pull him down for another kiss. “I trust you. When the time is right to turn me, we’ll know. It’ll feel right.”
His lips pull away from yours just long enough to catch your breath before he starts trailing kisses along your jaw and neck. You let yourself relax beneath his ministrations, eyes drifting shut. It no longer feels strange that this has become the place you feel safest; this is right.
“I love you,” you say softly.
He all but purrs into your throat, the kiss he was placing there more forceful than the last. “Careful, that’s a dangerous thing to say to an immortal.”
“You said it first,” you counter, hands sliding off him to reach for the hem of your shirt. You want it off, no clothes between your bodies, the warmth of him like this seeping into your skin. There is no telling how different it’ll feel once you’re no longer human, you want to relish every experience you have while you still have it.
He nips teasingly at your throat, fangs just barely scraping your skin. Not enough to feed, but just enough to remind you they’re there. “What power you wield over me, Little Human.”
“I’ll try not to let it go to my head,” you reply.
He laughs at that, the sound rich and deep, and you think you might do just about anything to hear it again and again. “Be careful how you wield it, I would do anything you asked.”
“Anything?” You ask with a grin, a few things coming to mind.
He nips at your throat hard enough to leave a bruise this time. “No questions asked.”
“So if I have other scenes in my books I want to try out…”
“What a dirty little mind you have,” he tuts. “And when we didn’t even get to finish the first one.”
“That really is a shame,” you muse. “I was looking forward to it too.”
“Another night then,” he promises, his voice low and dangerous in your ear. “Tonight I want to take my time with you.”
And how can you say no to those kinds of promises?
