A/n: I'M SO SORRY I'M LATE WITH THIS I'M OFF TO THE MOUNTAINS FOR A WEEK LATER TODAY AND HAD TO PREP 😩 I'm very stressy so this is short and probably not my best work but oh well 🥹 Week Four of Smutember with @daydream-cement!! Shout out to the loml @swimmingstudentchaos891 for the inspiration to write this! 🧡 Breeding, reader in heat, girl!cock (... or they/them cock?? What is the correct terminology here), tummy bulge. They/them pronouns for Lucifer.
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"Shush now, sweet lamb, you're doing so well for me."
Their coo felt like a soothing balm over your aching limbs, and they left gentle kisses across your heated skin as they slowly rocked in and out of you. Face pressed to the mattress, there was nowhere for you to escape even if you wanted to, their lithe body draped over yours protectively as they filled you.
They'd been nosing at you since early in the morning, sniffing at your hair and jawline while their hands roamed your curves to grip and caress your sensitive flesh. You'd managed to make it through breakfast before you dragged them back into the bedroom, eagerly pushing them onto the bed so you could ride them in the early light. Usually one or two rounds at a time was enough for you, but something deep in the pit of your stomach kept tugging you towards Lucifer, a near primal instinct that had you spread and wet for them at a moments notice-
Heat. You'd come into heat, and they'd smelled it on you the minute it arrived.
Naturally they'd locked both of you up in your rooms, snarling and hissing at anyone who so much as ventured down the hallway. Your mind was too fogged to care much, simply grabbing at their robe to pull them to you, kissing and kissing and kissing until the burn between your thighs became too much and you begged them to satiate it. Over and over again they pounded into you, their jaws clamping around the sensitive spot on your neck to claim you while a vicious pride filled their chest; you belonged to them and them only, and they would make sure all the realms knew it.
Now, their large hands massaged your arms and shoulders as you shuddered beneath them, your lower abdomen swelling as it attempted to accomodate their release.
"Such a sweet thing you are, trembling beneath me. My pretty mate. Mine, always mine...."
Lucifer had a tendency to get a bit rambly when you were tied together, the mating bond having a bit of a delirious effect on the both of you. You merely whined in response and flung your hand blindly behind you, desperately searching for them, their comfort. They clasped their hand around yours and nuzzled in to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, holding you close as the sun set behind you.
Exhastion finally settled into your bones, and Lucifer chuckled at your meager attempt to stifle a yawn. Still tied, they slowly, carefully, rolled onto their side, bringing you with them, and wrapped a wing around you to shield you from the still too-bright sunshine. As your eyes fluttered closed they placed a kiss to your temple, and you hummed happily before drifting off to sleep, safe, sound, and (mostly) satiated in the arms of your mate.
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summary: trystan always wants to take care of you, even if it's 3.12 a.m. in the morning.
pairing: m!trystan thorne x f!mc (written as ‘you’, no name usage)
warnings: mature/smut (minors DNI!), major spoilers from book 2!
a/n: in honour of the end of book 2 because the authors spared my heart (tq <3) and honestly? this is one of my favourite pieces I've ever written, and not just because it's Trystan. it's just a little reminder that we all need a break every once in a while, yknow? gave my all in this, especially for Smutember, so don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ
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» smut includes; gentle (+ occasionally mean) dom!trystan, ‘beautiful’ as a pet name, nipple play, fingering, mild spitting, fingering, missionary, unprotected sex (p in v sex), praise kink, loads of kisses (a lot)—Trys is extra kinky but y’all already knew that. (prompts used at the end of fic!)
'But Trystan was stubborn as he was gorgeous, which is the same sentiment he has for you, to no one’s surprise.' ;
He groaned awake the moment he felt the side next to him unoccupied. It didn't take long for him to realize he had been hugging your pillow instead of you—you must've slid it into his reach when you got out of bed. Though he could’ve assumed you went for a quick run to the bathroom, he couldn’t help but glance at the door to the living room opened ajar, noticing the light slightly coming in.
And like a moth to a flame, the amber light was practically calling him to look for you.
He checked the clock on the nightstand, his brows shooting up in surprise to see the time; 3.12 a.m. You were normally back in his arms around 2.30 a.m.
Sighing, he stretched, joints popping and cracking as he did. It didn't take long for him to sit up, pushing the blanket off with his feet and trudging his way to the bathroom to splash his face.
In the midst of his awakening, he couldn't help but wonder what was different today. You couldn't be doing work at this hour, you (jokingly) promised not to touch a single file for the first few days of your well-needed break, and even if you broke your promise of straying away from work at least for a little while, it just didn’t feel right.
Big issue or not, something was obviously wrong.
He exited the bathroom, wiping his hands with a hand towel, only to freeze up as he heard rustling in the corner of the room, just next to the floor lamp. He looked over at the dog bed, breaking into a smile as Alice let out a whine. Her eyes darted to the door before focusing on the man before her, as if silently telling him that she, too, noticed. Seeing her endearing head tilt, wondering what either of them should do, drew a soft sound of amusement out of him.
Still, Trystan couldn’t help but let out a shaky sigh soon after. He had his suspicions, he just didn’t want to panic. Somewhere in the back of his mind, just the tiniest part of his brain, he feared the absolute worst. He even wondered why he didn’t scramble out of bed as soon as he noticed your lack of presence.
One may call him clingy from afar but he had a damn good reason for his concerns.
The very thought of you ending up like Juliana.
However, his more rational side was quick to dispel his doubts and nightmares. If anything did happen to you, which he hoped to God nothing did, one; he would’ve jolted awake at the sound of you fending off, for you were a force to be reckoned with, after all, and two; Alice could’ve easily smelt the first sign of danger and done her best to alert him.
“We won’t take long.” He reassured her, scratching the spot just behind her ears. It immediately soothed her worries as one of her back legs began kicking in delight.
He stood up, exiting the bedroom before closing the door, figuring this might just be between you and him for the time being. Thankfully, he was grateful for remaining level-headed for it took little to no effort to find you.
There you were, one of your arms spread wide on the couch with nothing but your panties and Trsytan’s dress shirt buttoned only at the collar. You were swirling your drink idly, barely acknowledging the soft clinks of the ice as they slowly melted in the glass. Though seeing you just two articles of clothing away from being naked, he was more focused on how preoccupied you were with your thoughts. Your face, though subtle, held a myriad of emotions.
But if he had to describe in just a few words, you just seemed emotionally exhausted, hidden behind a veil of indifference.
It didn’t take long for you to look up, feeling someone’s eyes on you from your shared bedroom’s direction. You knew it wasn’t Alice, you would’ve heard her nails clicking against the floor and rushed over to lay by your side. You blinked a couple of times, refocusing on the present as you were greeted with Trsytan’s presence.
"Hey," You broke into a tired but warm smile, “You okay?”
Even in distress, you were still looking out for others. You weren't as subtle as you were hoping to be, or maybe he has lived with you long enough to pick up your habits. The itty-bitty details that even your own uncle wouldn't be able to notice, and no doubt you wanted to keep it that way.
But Trystan was stubborn as he was gorgeous, which is the same sentiment he has for you, to no one’s surprise.
“I should be the one interrogating you, detective,” He cocked his head, “It’s way past your bedtime.”
You were tired, that much was certain, but you weren’t keen on the idea of going to bed at the moment. Not with the thoughts going through your head, maybe even reality settling in. The close calls, the sleepless nights, the ‘bathroom breaks’ you had to take during a brutal investigation, only to bite your finger to stop yourself from crying as soon as you leave the office.
You hid them well, but you should’ve known better than to think it could work on Trystan, too.
Not that you were able to fool the rest of the crew either. You learnt that after the third attempt, about two years into your job, coming back to your desk from an episode to find an array of small but meaningful gifts on your desk, including essential oils, a couple of your favourite snacks and a tacky ‘hang in there’ card with a cat on it.
Though it obviously didn’t magically wash your worries away, you did remember ending the day on a much lighter note than you expected.
"Sorry, I couldn't sleep. You'd think after being given a week off, I'd be able to sleep like a baby." You let out a soft, hollow laugh before taking a sip of your drink, “‘Drooling away’, as you’d tell me oh so affectionately.”
You were forced to crane your neck as he approached you. You would’ve made a witty remark about him standing before you in just his briefs if not for the slight frown on his face,
"I do miss seeing you drool first thing in the morning,” He dodged the playful swat of your hand, “C'mon, back to bed, you."
"I can't sleep though."
"We don't have to. I feel like you and I would be more at ease if we stayed together. I know what the mind can do to someone if they’re left alone with their own thoughts for too long." He clarified with a wry smile. When you lacked any response or even a sign to move, he knelt in front of you, grabbing your free hand to hold in between his, "What can I do to help you?"
You pursed your lips, knowing you couldn't talk him out of this one. Not with his insistence.
Instead, you sighed, patting the empty spot beside you.
“Sit with me?” He didn’t give you the time to finish your question, occupying the spot as soon as you pat the seat. You chuckled, more genuine than the last as Trystan snuck his arms around you.
You took another sip, but before you could allow the sharp liquid to flow down your throat, you felt Trystan’s fingers caressing the outline of your jaw. Holding your chin in between his fingers, he turned your head so he could stare directly into your eyes. As he leaned in for a kiss, his tongue slipped into your mouth, sliding against your own and absolutely hooked on the taste. Your taste.
Sweet, slightly smoky, with a smooth finish, especially the lascivious display he had you in—an ardent lover his absolute most to clear his beloved’s head, even for just a split second.
He swiftly took the glass out of your hand, placing it on the coffee table before drawing you into a deeper kiss as he effortlessly lifted you onto his lap. Your body could only droop in his arms in the same way your eyes did.
Warmth slowly spread through his chest, the chilliness he felt prior to waking up gradually disappeared as his body temperature rose.
You were no better, face growing hot as you reciprocated almost bashfully. You weren't shy, not by a long shot, but it did catch you off guard.
You were the first to pull away, feeling something similar to a whiplash. That didn’t mean you wanted it all to stop, and as if Trsytan knew you best, he continued, pressing his lips to your jaw down to your neck as he decorated you with kisses. You could only give into his ministrations, lolling your head back a little.
Looping one arm around his neck, you shivered as his breath tickled the crook of your neck. Trystan could've easily been lulled by the gentle brushing of his hair.
"We can always go somewhere tomorrow." He murmured, prompting you to look down at the top of his head.
"I think I'd prefer to stay home. Just a day or two. With you. And Alice, of course," You smiled, patting his other arm with your free hand, "Why? Did you have somewhere in mind?"
"No, no, you know me and my impulsivity. I just thought you'd prefer a little rendezvous, just the three of us. Take your mind off things," Trystan trailed off, hoping to lighten up the mood, “I heard the zoo here is pretty nice.”
You snorted, shooting him a teasing glare even if he couldn't see it, “And risk you pulling me into a pool like you did in Drakovia? You’re not fooling me, Thorne. I can hear it in your voice.”
“Well, I tried.” He shrugged, sharing a soft laugh with you, though his died down way before yours did as he pulled away from you just a little. You wondered if it was just you, looking over and furrowing your brows when you saw him suddenly staring into space, deep in his thoughts.
“Trystan?”
He heard you loud and clear, and yet, couldn’t help but mull over the mention of his old home. Particularly, a memory he could never forget.
"I... I'm really sorry. In the library, back in Drakovia. I didn't mean to snap." No matter how hard he tried, hoping his mind could finally acknowledge that you had forgiven him, and despite everything that happened, from murders to betrayals in less than two months, the flash of disappointment in your eyes still haunts him to this day.
"Hey, come on. If my own family started pointing fingers at me after finding a dead body in my room, I'd get pretty testy, too."
"Don't do that, please," You would’ve thought he was scolding you if not for the desperation in his tone, "It was not okay. You've been there for me through and through, and that was the thanks I gave you?"
It was clearly eating him up inside.
"Trys, I admit. It… surprised me a little. But you know I would've told you if it bothered me," Work or not, you never liked beating around the bush. You pursed your lips, trying to figure out a way to bring out his old, infuriatingly passionate self, "Plus, you apologized even before I could figure out how to… punish you for it."
You were beyond relieved to see him crack a smile, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
"Oh? And how were you planning on punishing me, then?"
"Giving you the silent treatment." You replied without missing a beat, your smirk widening as his face contorted into disbelief and horror, though you knew he was partially playing into it.
"That's just cruel," He frowned. You wordlessly shrugged, biting down the cheeky smile that threatened to slip off as you turned your head to the side with your arms crossed, "And childish."
You continued to 'ignore’ him, looking around the unit as though he wasn't present.
"You know it's not going to work on me."
As if on cue, a loud honk resonated from the road below, grabbing your interest as you looked over at the window to see what the fuss was about. You could play the game all day and he clearly couldn’t.
“Still not working.” He added, almost as if trying to convince himself.
Nothing.
You knew you had broken his resolve when he let out a disgruntled huff.
"That's it."
He surged forward, wrapping his arms around you before pulling you in for a bear hug. He kissed and gnawed on your neck, the ticklish sensation only caused him to tighten his grip as you futilely tried to escape his grasp.
“Trystan!” You yelped and squirmed, unable to control the giggle that bubbled in your throat as he pulled the button-up you wore down, exposing more of your skin for him to attack, “C’mon, you’re not playing fair!”
“No? I thought the rule was simply not to speak up. So,” He cast you a shit-eating grin, “I win.”
You groaned dramatically, letting your head fall back to his shoulder as you succumbed to his cuddling tendency. You weren't fooling anyone with your supposed exasperation, though, and you couldn't resist either. So, you took everything he had to offer.
Nothing could deter you from the warmth he exuded, both inside and out. Not even as it began to drizzle in the night, raindrops pitter-pattering against the window.
Alice, too, probably understood that the two of you were fine, and was now sleeping soundly.
To him, this was peace; waking up not even at the ass-crack of dawn and rambling about the prizes you’ve won as a kid or making plans to drop off Alice at his sister’s while the two of you try out the dining in the dark experience restaurant that just opened the other day.
“Hey,” You said, looking over your shoulder. He hummed in response, wanting nothing more than to feel you. Talk to you. Listen to you. Anything to have you with him, despite the weighing guilt of momentarily making this about him instead of you, “I’m sorry for what happened.”
He finally opened his eyes, half-lidded and almost as tired as you were. No longer because of the lack of sleep but at the mere thought of his old home, the sheer whiplash of it all. Everything that happened in Drakovia felt like a fever dream; the good, the bad, and the utmost ugly.
“I’m sorry, too.” It may have been your line of work but he couldn't imagine being subjected to the chaos you two had endured, had he decided to fly home to solve the case and then come back to the States with anyone but you. Plus, the childhood reminiscing, cultural tours and sexual escapades he was able to share with you were what made the whole trip more than just bearable.
He didn't need anyone to tell him that his family was in fact not normal, and he most certainly wouldn't have vocalized his distaste in their ways if not for the agency.
That was not to say he was a coward, and he still loved his family. Every day, he thanked the universe for the outcome. Had he held onto a sliver of hope for some sense of belonging with the line instead of fighting for what he truly believed, who knows how it could’ve ended?
But it all hardly mattered now. His life wasn’t about Drakovia anymore, not to that extent It was no longer about the short-lived commodity and ‘hoping for the best’ as he did before and after his exile. Whether it was anything as mundane as being stuck in traffic with the crew or as ridiculous yet domestic as falling in the bathtub with you while giving Alice a much-needed bath. His life was nothing short of an adventure with the people that he, as cliché as it sounded, has seen as his own family.
Your eyes fluttered open as he planted a kiss on the nape of your neck, a delicate touch. One after another, his lips ascended to the sweet spot where your neck and shoulder just met.
Your breath hitched as his cold hands took hold of yours, swiping his thumbs over your knuckles. His hands then slowly travelled up your arms, imagining the goosebumps rising under the sleeves. With his shirt buttoned in a similar fashion to an off-shoulder top, he pulled the collar down your arms, just until your cleavage became more visible.
You could feel him smile into your back at the sight of your hardened nipples peeking through the material.
"Trystan..?" He hadn't spoken a word since his hands began to wander all over your body, and it remained that way for a couple more seconds as he trailed his lips across your newly exposed skin.
"Hmm?" He hummed, coming up at your eye level as he hooked his chin on your shoulder. Following his gaze, you watched your reflections in the window. It was unclear from the raindrops trickling down the glass, but enough to make out just how naked the two of you really were.
"I just…" He piped up, but not before moving to your other shoulder to peck and nose at, "I just want you to let it all go. Lose yourself to me."
You were like a fish out of water; it shouldn't have surprised you as it did, but something about his tone, the yearning, the sheer need to lift off the weight that you've been carrying for a while. You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry now that you’d grown soft, letting your vulnerability seep through. You weren’t stupid enough to show your sensitive side out and about, but with Trystan, it felt wonderful to have someone ready as he was to take the reins.
"Can you do that for me?"
Then again, maybe you do know what to do.
You nodded deliberately.
"Can you say it for me? Please?"
“Yes,” You muttered under your breath, “Yes. Please, Trystan. Whatever you want.”
“No,” He raised your hand, kissing the back of it before looking into your eyes, “I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”
He patiently waited for your reply, lips quirking in amusement as his eyes flitted to the way you ground your hips instinctively.
“Whatever I want…” You dragged his hands upwards, and instantaneously understanding your desperation for his touch, he squeezed your breasts before haphazardly doing it again upon sliding them under your shirt. His cold palms only caused you to jolt as he rolled your pebbled buds in between his fingers.
Grunting as he cupped your breasts, he pecked your forehead for your attention. You peered up at him, your eyes lost in the moment of lust before widening as Trystan leaned in. Your state of surprise allowed him entrance through your lips, licking the inside of your mouth as his only form of sustenance.
You could feel the patch forming in between your legs, though Trystan's sharp eyes were quick to notice how your thighs were rubbing together.
He broke the kiss, your breaths ghosting over each other's lips, "Feels nice, doesn't it? Letting someone else take control?"
One of his hands left feathery touches as he reached down to your panties; black, cheeky underwear with a lace trim that he's known and loved. He slipped past the waistband, though not touching the spot you needed him most just yet. Instead, he took a handful of the material via your other leg opening before pulling it upwards, cupping your sopping pussy.
Had you not reacted in such a lewd way, suddenly digging your nails into his thigh and arching your back, you would've noticed the lazy smirk forming on his face.
He then lifted the hem of your shirt, catching a glimpse of the tightened fabric rubbing in between your folds.
"I'd love to know what my darling wants." He reminded with a purr, shamelessly gazing upon the erotic display.
"I–!" You cut yourself off with a whine when he pulled the front from side to side, "Trystan, please! Please…" You placed your hand over his, the one playing with the bands of your underwear. He immediately let you take control, releasing his hold in favour of feeling your slick by brushing his fingers along your lower lips.
"You're dripping." He sighed in absolute bliss, imagining the slickness already coating his fingers before pulling his hand out of your panties without a warning.
Your protests died on your tongue when he let out a deep growl.
He turned you around, chest to chest before pressing his lips to yours with urgency. In the midst of your passionate embrace, Trystan began to sit up on his knees, manoeuvring you by the waist so you laid on your back. His knees were on either side of you, his right arm holding himself up on the seat just over your head.
He took a moment to appreciate you, his chest heaving as the lights of the bustling city surrounded you from behind like a golden halo crown.
He reached up to your face, gently caressing your cheek before leaning in for a smooch. Soon, he trailed soft kisses down your body.
You squirmed, hands resting on his shoulders as he descended. His lips lingered in the valley of your breasts, locking his eyes with yours as his tongue flicked and swirled around your nipples. He did the same to the other before proceeding to your tummy, but not before playfully pulling the bud with his lips.
Your hips continued to buck, seeking relief as his firm chest hovered just over the one place you yearned for the most.
“Easy,” Judging by his tone, he was enjoying this a whole lot, hiding the smug as he held your legs down. Figuring that he has left you enough kisses for the time being, he finally reached the flimsy material between him and your, well, his pretty pussy. His words, not yours, “How shall I go about this, hm?”
He dragged his fingers up and down your clothed sex, biting his bottom lip as you ground yourself against his teasing, “Is it just my hands that you want? Slowly stretch you open with three fingers? Or does my beautiful detective wish for my tongue as well?”
He licked a long stripe up the damp fabric, daring you to break eye contact. Your hand shot to his hair as you jumped.
“Or,” He held onto your thighs with a smack, “Both? Will you let me taste you a bit, too?"
“Yes! Both! B-Both, please, Trys!” You begged with a gasp, resisting the urge to just claw at his pesky hands. He offered you some mercy, but not before removing your panties painstakingly slowly. Carelessly tossing the little cloth behind him, he whistled at your glistening pussy, waiting for his attention.
“Both it is.” He wasted no time, dropping his head and licked into you as his tongue could reach. The sight of Trystan’s sturdy physique holding onto your legs like you were a lifeline as he buried his face in between your legs seared into your mind. Just as you bucked again, he pulled away but was just as quick to slip his middle finger into you.
You clenched around him just as the obscene squelch reached his ears, his finger bottoming out at his knuckles. He pulled his head back, only to surge forward once again to suck on your clit. He shook his head, soaking his lips and chin with your juices.
Satisfied with the way his fingers shined and glistened, he sucked on the juices before spitting it into your pussy. As if he wasn't a menace enough, he stuffed the same fingers back into you, with some of the spit mix leaking out.
This time, the pistoning of his fingers quickened, his lips parting as you did out of pure bliss. You could feel yourself trickling down, smearing your tight hole before the couch itself. Not that you cared, and neither did he.
Your legs trembled, and before just as you felt the rush of heat across your body, you forced him to stop by the wrist.
Trystan's brows shot up in surprise, and understandably so. Any signs of his tiredness seemed to have disappeared with a snap of a finger as he crawled over closer to check up on you. However, you didn't spare him a second and captured his lips with yours for a desperate kiss.
“N-No, no. I need you,” You muttered, his forehead resting against yours as he tried syncing his heartbeat with yours from the instantaneous high. His fingers remained stuffed inside you, now moving languidly. You choked out a sob, eyes rolling to the back of your head, “Fuck, please Trystan! Fuck me.”
Seeing you fall apart just by his hands and voice, begging him to take control was enough to result in the raging hard-on he was sporting. Each time he rutted against the seat felt almost painful just as it was more addicting than the last.
Like a man possessed, he did as he was told, removing his boxers with his free hand while kissing away the tears of pleasure that threatened to spill.
Slowly sliding his digits out of you, he unabashedly appraised how soaked three of his fingers were, especially glistening in the light. As much as he wanted to just suck it all off in one go, he, instead, licked your juices off his index finger.
"How could I say no?" He cooed, finally ridding the briefs as his cock sprung out. Beads of precum dribbled down the sides, visibly aching to be inside you. Trystan threw his head back as he stroked his cock, electricity coursing through his body as he sought even an ounce of relief from your juices alone.
You whimpered, clenching around nothing and absolutely yearning for him. Naturally spurred by your neediness, he towered over you as he trailed butterfly kisses up your frame, his unfairly large stature easily eclipsing yours.
Staring into your eyes with his half-lidded ones, he rested his forehead against yours, whispering in a tone that nearly moved you into tears for a totally different reason.
“There's no greater length I wouldn't go to to make you happy.”
Your throat tightened at his words, levelling his vulnerability just as you were to show you there was no shame in you being human.
You sniffled, nodding thoughtfully as you hooked your arms around his neck. He nuzzled the side of your face, whispering sweet reassurances before lining himself up against your tight slit.
He slowly pushed forward with a heady groan, gritting his teeth as he slowly breached your already clenching walls. He hung his head for a moment, feeling lighthearted from your intoxicating warmth despite not even halfway in.
“Fuck," He drawled, the very girth of him throbbed as he eased himself in inch by inch and ignoring his need to go to town with you. It took a lot in him, especially the way you huffed and moaned so deliciously in his ear. He knew you loved it, but you didn't need that right now.
“Trys–tan…!” You pleaded, pushing your hips back into him as he pulled out until the very tip, only to gasp sharply as he drove into you once more. He battered your cunt immensely, fueled by the way your nails dug into his back as if he may float away if you let go. He was so sweet, going slow yet deep if the way his muscles flexed was anything to go by.
A wanton moan slipped past your lips. You felt full, you were full, finding yourself in a drunken haze as he railed into you, coaxing you, or better yet, demanding you not to hold.
“Fuck, oh fuck,” His breaths grew ragged, fading into a disbelief chuckle, “That’s it, beautiful. Squeeze my cock, just like that.”
“M—Mn–gah–!” The second you felt him reach that one sensitive spot inside you, the pitch of your voice grew higher, "Right there..!"
His pupils were dilated, determined even at the very sound of your ass slapping against his thighs. You felt dishevelled, but Trystan thought were a sight for sore eyes, ready to be admired and worshipped.
"Gonna cum already?" You were too fucked out to think of a remark about the hint of condescension in his voice, though he made it up to you when he pounded into you a little faster, making your toes curl. It was all too addicting, despite the burn in your thighs from rolling your hips in hopes of chasing your high faster than you already were.
"Do it. Cum on me, make a mess. Bite me, scratch me, do whatever you want. I got you." He left open-mouth kisses up your jaw as his blown out pupils gazed upon yours.
With a final trust, you spasmed around his cock with an almost silent moan, holding onto him with a violent shiver. The way you clenched around him so tightly, almost constructing had one of his knuckles turning a tone lighter, clenching the seat hard as he spurted inside as you came as well.
His chest heaved, holding onto the little strength he had left to suffocating you if he were to ever fall in your arms. He didn't though, as breathless as he was, he still catered to you, leaving lazy kisses wherever he was able to reach.
It took the two of you a minute, probably even more, but he found the will to move, slowly easing himself out and cooing at you as you whined. Feeling your cum and his dripping out slowly when he hoisted you into his arms, now leaning into him this time.
The two of you remained still, minus the exchange of kisses and worn out smiles with one another. There was no need to rush, even when the occasional tremors of your thighs or Trystan's heavy breathing have stopped after some time.
"Trys?" You whispered, throat a little raspy from your whines and screams. He held his hand up with a ‘hang on’, standing up with a slight shakiness in his knees, not bothering with the briefs he had tossed to the floor as he casually walked to the kitchen. You remained on your back, hearing the fridge door open before it closed. He then whirled around to the bedroom door, initially planning to get a towel and a blanket, only to stop dead in his tracks.
He didn’t know how to feel about going commando while Alice could potentially wake up, especially after the noises you made.
He felt stupid but he'd prefer it as such rather than traumatize your sweet girl.
Instead, he decided to check the guest bathroom.
He returned with two towels and a cold water bottle in hand, twisting the cap open before offering it to your lips. You gulped a good amount, just until Trystan was confident to pull it away and have a sip on his own.
He even made drinking look good, your eyes darting between his bobbing Adam’s apple and the sheen of perspiration glazing his body. Half bottle gone, he placed it next to the now watered-down beverage, covered and trickling with condensation. He then grabbed the blanket conveniently draped over the headrest, for movie nights where you would likely fall asleep in front of the TV.
He took a good couple of minutes cleaning you up, wiping off the beads of sweat then the oozes of cum between you thighs with the second towel. He did the same for himself but not before passing you the bottle once more, silently telling you to drink a little more.
He fell back on the couch with a contented sigh, opening up his arms for you to join him.
“Come here,” You did as he told, snuggling in his chest and letting out a squeak as he smooched the crown of your head a couple of times, “You were saying?”
"Let's do something later." You turned your head upwards, watching his eyes gleam at your suggestion.
"Anything you'd like." You didn’t think this through, but you did know that you wanted to do something. Just then, you remembered the food market being held in Williamsburg for the next couple of months.
“There’s this Japanese food place that I’ve been meaning to try at Smorgasburg…” You began, but you didn’t have to explain any further for him to be on board.
“Consider it done,” He then squinted his eyes, focusing on the arms of the clock hanging above the TV, “It doesn’t start until 11, right? Might as well get some shut-eye in the meantime.”
He was right, the vendors wouldn't be open until another five hours or so, and as if on cue, you were hit with a wave of tiredness. Your eyes began to feel droopy, prompting you to make yourself comfortable in his arms.
“Is that a yes?” He asked with a chuckle. You nodded with an ‘mhm’, “Thank you.”
“For the nap?” You quirked a brow, his expression settling into a warmer one as you smiled at each other. He closed the distance between your faces, pressing a kiss on the apple of your cheek.
“For everything.” He could go on and on about how much his life changed when the two of you met and vice versa, but he’d rather not give you a blackmail-worthy material if he were to ever talk nonsense in his sleep, although he had no doubts that you’d prefer otherwise. He was starting to doze off just as you did, pulling the covers higher before flicking the lamp light switch off and letting you snuggle against him. Your only source of light being the twinkles and glimmers of the city itself.
That brought a bright smile to your face, touched to see just how far you were. You really have fallen hard, but what was new?
It’ll be another day once the sun shines, but for now, he could rest easy, and so could you. And even if you did wake up past what was initially planned, or if the day remained too rainy for you to head out, that was fine, too.
With Trystan around, there wasn't anything for you to worry about.
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» prompts used ;; 3. let me taste you ; 8. sweet & slow ; 24. worship
Instead of answering, Derek’s gaze flicks back and forth between Stiles’ face and his crotch and he licks his lips. Stiles raises his eyebrows.
“Want something, babe?” he asks cheerfully, already knowing the answer to the question.
Derek’s expression sours. The thing about his sourwolf is that he happily lets Stiles take the lead, but voicing his needs, his desires? Oh, Derek hates it. “Can I? Suck you off?”
Stiles grins, feeling proud. These are baby steps, but Derek’s trying and they’re getting there. How can Stiles ever resist that? He can’t. That’s it. He’s fucking weak for his man.
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A/N: I know it's been a few months since we've had a chapter of this and the previous chapters all focused on Max. Time to answer the question Max keeps asking, what has she been up to with Liam?
This is another submission for @choicesprompts Smutember 2023 Prompt event. Prompt: Slow and Sweet.
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Riley glanced surreptitiously up and down the hall, ensuring no one was watching, before punching in the code to unlock the door to a room that wasn’t hers.
She slipped quietly inside, made sure the door shut, and locked it behind her, “You said you needed to see me?”
She had taken the time to change into something a little more comfortable and accessible. Now clad in a short skirt and billowy top with nothing underneath, she stepped up behind the man leaning on the door jamb of the open French doors leading to his private balcony. Her hands touched the back of his shoulders as his head turned to the side.
Covering one of her hands with his own he answered, “You came.”
“Of course, I came,” she leaned up and feathered soft kisses along the back of his neck, “Tell me what’s wrong.”
He spun toward her with tears in his eyes, “I’m sorry. I didn’t interrupt anything, did I? I don’t presume you just sit around waiting for my call.”
Her hands cupped his face, “I don’t sit around waiting for them, but I’m always hoping for one.”
“Really?”
“Yes, Liam, really. Now tell me what’s wrong.” She said as she led him to the bed and perched on the edge, patting the spot next to her.
“Nothing…everything….” He said hesitantly as he sat next to her, “It’s the anniversary of my mother’s death and no one but me seems to remember…” Tears started to slip unbidden down his face, streaking his cheeks as he struggled to hold all the pain inside.
“Oh, honey,” She reached for him and pulled him close, cradling his head into her bosom, “It’s okay to cry baby, let it out.”
He pulled on her blouse with both hands as he pressed his face against her chest and cried harder. She held him as his body shook with sobs. “I’ve never cried in front of anyone before,” he told her sheepishly when he finally pulled away from her, wiping the tears from his cheeks, “Not even Drake.”
“It’s because you trust me,” she murmured as she leaned forward and raked her fingers through his hair, “Please don’t apologize for it.”
“I do trust you, Riley,” his voice was practically a whisper as he reached for her free hand, “Can I tell you something?”
“You can tell me anything sweet boy,” she crooned as she continued to play with his hair.
“I think I love you,” his grip tightened on hers.
She dropped her hand from his hair, “You think?”
His head jerked up to study her face, “I…I’ve never felt like this about anyone, Riley. I’ve never been in love before, but I can only describe what I feel for you as love. I think about you every waking moment and when I go to sleep, I dream about you. I’m sorry, that probably sounds crazy…” he turned his head away from her.
She stopped him, turning his head back to face her, “Don’t do that. Don’t turn away. Face your feelings, Liam. I know you’re a prince about to be a king, but you’re also a man and whoever made you feel ashamed of having feelings did you a great disservice.”
He studied her face for a moment before reaching out to caress her cheek, “I want you. I want to choose you but I’m afraid this life will break you, Riley. You’re too good, too sweet, you don’t understand-“
She leaned into him, her plump breasts pressing into his hard chest as she brought her lips to his ear. Her breath sent shivers cascading down his spine as she whispered, “I’m not as sweet and innocent as you think I am.”
His dick twitched at the implication, “What does that mean?”
“It means you’re not the only one putting on a show out there for the court. There are so many things we need to discuss my prince, but for right now, let me make you feel better.” Her fingers slowly trekked down his chest, unfastening each button as she went.
She could feel his body trembling as he reached a shaking hand out to stop her. “Are you sure we should be doing this?”
She paused and stared up into his eyes, “Do you want me to stop?”
They stayed that way for a long moment, gazes locked, neither moving then he released his hold on her and shook his head.
A triumphant smile curved her lips up, “We can finish what we started in the hedge maze the other night.”
An involuntary groan escaped him at the memory. It had been the closest he’d ever come to having sex without actually having sex. He had wanted to take her right then and there on the cold, hard ground but propriety and his over-honed sense of honor had intervened.
She deserved better.
But now she was in his room with him, sitting on his bed, her lips burning fire across his skin as her hands made short work of his clothing. He shouldn’t be doing this. Shouldn’t give in to his most carnal desires. He was supposed to be giving each suitor a fair chance but deep in his heart he knew that possibility was long gone. There was no fairness in his feelings for her, no room for the consideration of another.
He was already lost. Already too far gone. Already hers. As she pushed him back on the bed, he understood that there was nothing he wouldn’t do with her, nothing he wouldn’t do for her, and certainly nothing he would deny her.
Once his shirt was gone, she pulled herself into his lap so that she could straddle him and began working on her own buttons. When she was done, she shrugged out of the blouse, smiling at the sharp intake of breath from Liam, “You can touch me if you want to.”
He lifted his eyes to hers slowly, desire and longing etched on every feature of his face. “Are you sure?”
She took his hand in hers and placed it on her breast, “I’m sure.”
“Fuck, Riley…” His eyes fluttered closed briefly as a shudder ran through him.
She leaned in and brushed her lips against his, softly, slowly. She ran her tongue across his bottom lip. He surged forward and captured her mouth with his own, his tongue gently probing, seeking entry. Her lips parted, granting it.
One hand kneaded the full breast in his palm as the other traced lines up and down the naked expanse of her back. Their tongues continued to roll and brush each other. She shifted ever so slightly, pressing herself into him with a delicious slowness, stoking his desire higher.
The unhurried deliberateness with which she caressed him stirred an urgency deep within him and he was suddenly seized with the need to touch every inch of her body as if he could memorize it with his fingertips. He broke the kiss, “Can I….could you lay down and let me just…touch you?”
She gazed down at him with tenderness before sliding off him, shimmying out of her skirt, and lying face down on the bed.
Liam scooted close to her, his fingers tracing languidly from just under her neck, tickling down her spine, running over the curve of her ass, and drifting down the smooth skin of her legs, over her heel to rub the arch of her foot. He worked his way back up and then down again, caressing the other leg as he went.
Riley’s body was suffused with equal parts melted relaxation and electric tingling. Heat burst into existence in her core, building and coiling as his lips took the place of her fingers. He kissed a trail of fire up her spine until his body was hovering over hers. With his lips brushing against her ear he murmured, “Turn over?”
She rolled onto her back and looked up into his face. The stark devotion she found in his eyes both took her aback and sent a thrill shooting through her. Her hands ran lovingly up the side of her face, ruffled through his hair then made their way across his shoulders and down his back as she reveled in the way he shivered under her touch.
He kissed her reverently on the lips before continuing his mission to touch every bit of her. He paused to flick his tongue around a pert nipple, sucking it between his lips and pulling it greedily into his mouth. He moved back and forth between them, giving them equal attention, Riley moaning softly as her hands tugged at his hair. He lingered there a while before finally continuing his downward trek. He veered from her stomach to lick and nip down the inside of one thigh then back up the other. Settling between her legs he looked up with imploring eyes, “Is this okay?”
“God, yes!” She bucked her hips up toward him, encouraging him.
The first light brush of his tongue across her center sent shockwaves of pleasure jolting through her. She cursed quietly as her head pressed into the pillow. Gripping his hair in her hand she lifted her body into his face.
He lapped slow strokes up and down her pussy before settling right over the clit as he inserted a finger into her. He curled his finger as his tongue drew circles around, over, and across her throbbing nub, her body bucking up into his mouth as he worked his tongue gradually faster and harder until stars burst behind her eyes and waves of ecstasy pulsed through her clit and exploded outward until her entire body was awash with sensation. He slowed his pace but continued to lick her through the orgasm, gradually decreasing pressure until she came completely back down.
“Liam, get your pants off, now!” she panted.
He slipped off the side of the bed and tore at the fastenings of his pants. Riley sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, so she was sitting with her legs open, one on either side of him. Grasping his hands in hers she smiled up at him, “Uh uh. Put your hands down. I’ll do it.” Her face held a teasing smile as she worked on the fastenings with excruciating slowness.
“Riley…” he breathed out as he watched her work, his fingers digging into his palms in an effort to keep his hands to himself.
She pulled his zipper down and cupped him through his underwear. A high-pitched whine spiraled out of him as she rubbed a thumb across the tip of his cock, straining against the already wet fabric. She brought her mouth closer and exhaled letting the warmth of her breath caress him.
His hands shot to her head, fingers tangling in her hair, “Fuck! Riley! Please!”
“Ummm,” she licked her lips as she tugged his clothing down, “You took your time with me. I’m returning the favor.”
When his cock sprang free, she leaned forward, hands on his ass propelling him closer, and buried it between her breasts. A shudder tore through Liam’s body as he pitched forward. He sank his face into her hair, his body trembling with anticipation.
She pushed him back so she could lower her mouth, licking a line from his base all the way up and running her tongue around the tip in a circle. She took him into her mouth, taking in as much as possible as she sucked and licked. His body strained toward her, his hands pressed her head down, and his hips moved carefully. Tension vibrated through him, the rigidity of his muscles giving away just how much restraint he was using to maintain the leisurely pace they had set.
She increased the suction and the tempo, and he twisted away from her, “Stop!”
“What’s wrong?” She ran her tongue over her lips with a sparkle in her eyes.
“Nothing is wrong,” he panted, “You’re a little too good at that and I want inside you!”
“Oh yeah?” She teased as she slid herself slightly back on the bed and opened her legs wider, “Come on then. Fuck me, Liam.”
All thoughts of propriety or concerns about other suitors were wiped from his brain as he darted forward, ready and eager to claim her. He took her by the legs and jerked her to the edge of the bed. Keeping his grip on her thigh with one hand, he took himself in the other and teased the tip slowly around her entrance before finally pushing himself carefully, inch by inch, inside her. When he was buried deep inside her, he stilled as a shudder ran through his body.
Eyes locked on her, his finger found her clit again as he began to move, pulling himself in and out of her. He kept his pace steady but slow as his finger flicked and twirled until he sent her spiraling over the edge again, her face flushed, eyes glazed, lips parted as her moans and whimpers filled the room.
Her walls clenched around him as a gush of wetness coated his cock. Her legs wrapped around his waist and tightened. A primal growl was ripped from him as he lost control and began to thrust into her with a frenzied pace, grunting as he slammed into her over and over again, his frustration from the edging pushing him close to tears as he pounded into her, her bare skin shimmering with sweat and her tits bouncing wildly. He cried out as he burst over the edge, exploding inside her, knees buckling as he slumped forward on top of her, face nuzzling into the side of her neck as he struggled to regain his breath.
Her legs unlocked as her arms went around him instead, fingers stroking his head and back tenderly, “We’re good together, Liam. It can always be like this if you just choose me.”
He lifted his head to search her face as if all the answers he would ever need were to be found there, “Stay with me tonight?”
“Why?” She challenged.
“Because I love you, Riley, and I’m through pretending to be considering anyone else.”
“Okay then. I’ll stay.” She curled a lock of his hair around a finger as she watched his face light up at her answer. A tidal wave of emotion swept through her as she returned his smile.
He brought out a side of her she hadn’t realized she possessed, and she wasn’t sure what to make of it. A fierce protectiveness clawed its way to the surface, and she realized she wanted him. Not just the lifestyle he could give her, or the money and titles Bertrand had promised in exchange for a valid marriage contract, but him. Liam. The man. And that was an entirely unexpected wrinkle.
