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pilotispunk · 10 months

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pierced (dbf!joel miller x reader)

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Summary: When you come back to Austin after a year at school with fresh piercings, your dad's best friend Joel Miller can't help but notice. And the two of you can't help but give in to your built up tension.

Rating: M, 18+ (this is pretty much pwp)

Content: no outbreak timeline, the reader has a pierced tongue and pierced nipples, pwp, age gap (~20 years), dbf! joel, heavy flirtation, dirty talk, massaging, fingering, throat fucking, blowjobs, rough p in v sex, nipple play, missionary, doggy style, creampie

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Je-sus Christ.

If Joel’s momma, rest her soul, could hear him now speaking the Lord’s name in vain she’d slap him upside his head until he quickly gained his manners back. He was also glad his momma wasn’t there to see what caused that name to curse through his lips.

You.

You. Walking into his backyard in that barely there bright yellow sundress for the annual summer barbecue that he held every year with your dad. As if this shit ain’t complicated already, you just had to be the daughter of one of his close friends. You and your dad had moved to Austin a few years back, right after you had turned 18. The way you two looked out for each other reminded him of how he and Sarah take care of each other. But now Sarah is all grown up and pursuing a career in Dallas.

And now you’re all grown up. And walking right towards him. Joel tries to keep his cool, flipping burgers on the grill while you come up to greet him with a hug.

“Howdy kiddo. Missed seein’ ya around.” Joel says over the grill.

“Hey! Have you been talking to my dad lately? I hear you’ve been asking about me since I came home for the summer.” You say to him and god damn, it’s like he gets better looking every time you see him. The gray t-shirt he’s wearing while he grills fills him out perfectly, stretching across his broad chest and clinging to his tight muscles.

“Well...yeah, I have actually, but it’s only…” Joel is flustered, it’s like you were reading his mind and trying to catch him in his own sinful thoughts about you.. “I mean…it’s because I care about ya and what’s been goin’ on in your life.”

“Not exactly much. School’s out and I’m back to annoy you all summer.” You lean over the counter near the grill and Joel is trying his hardest not to peer down your dress.

“I’d hardly call ya annoying.” Joel smirks at you and it’s like your insides have come undone. The sophisticated college girl facade you were coming to try and impress him with is peeling back.

“Those hamburgers look really tasty.” You try to give him a mature smile.

“Oh they’re gonna be. Been marinatin’ those juicy patties all morning and they’re gonna be so tender and tasty.” He winks at you. Fuck it you think. Why not just go for it? Have a little fun.

“I can’t wait to taste them. I’ve been so hungry for it all morning.” You bite your lip, staring into his eyes. You could’ve sworn he stopped for a moment in his tracks, eyeing the plumpness of your lips.

Joel hesitated for a second. Was this actually happening? Was he actually about to test the waters himself?

“I bet you’re anxious for it, kiddo.” Joel smiled at you, looking down at your lips and your chest and making sure not to be shy about it.

“You know I’m 20 now, Joel. You don’t have to keep calling me kiddo.” You say, tightening the grip of your arms under your chest.

“Yeah, I suppose I could get used to callin' you somethin' else. What'dya have in mind, sweetheart?”Joel asks, your smile widening when he says the last word.

“Well, how about that?” You whisper, not wanting your intimate moment in a backyard full of people to be interrupted.

“I like that.” Joel stops grilling for a moment, flipping his towel over his shoulder and leaning towards you. “Why, hello, sweetheart. What’s a pretty girl like you doin’ at a cookout like mine?”

“About to go for a swim, it’s crazy hot out today.” You want to say it’s not just the weather but you decide on playing it cool.

“Well, if you're gonna be swimmin', it'd be a shame if you got all that pretty hair wet.” Joel moves from the grill area to go up behind you, you feel your heart rate intensify. “Better tie that up. I'll help ya tie it up real nice and cute for ya.”

You nod in agreement and he you notice when he’s behind you how much he towers over you. He moves his arms across your shoulders, giving your hair a light tug as he pulls it into a bun.

“Such a gentleman.” You smile at him, he rubs your shoulders when he’s done, his large hands covering both of your shoulders and he turns you to face him.

“There ya go, sweetheart. All nice and cute for ya. No one’s gonna be able to keep their eyes off you, that’s for sure.” Joel’s smirk exposing a dimple.

Without a word, you put your bag on the table next to his that included your sunglasses and sunscreen. You take your items out, putting them on the table while you feel Joel’s eyes clinging to your back.

You put your sunglasses on and turn around, pretending to be aloof as you face towards the pool and strip off your barely there dress, exposing your matching yellow triangle bikini. You look towards him, still and looking at you with a dark look, and give him a saccharine sweet smile as you go into the pool for a dip.

You dove in and you had immediate salvation from the Texas heat but you were still feeling so hot.

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When Joel was a teenager, he reran the scene of Phoebe Cates coming out of the water in Fast Times at Ridgemont high so many times, the tape broke in the VCR. An embarrassing story from his childhood but there’s still just something about a girl in a bikini that drives him wild.

So it’s no surprise when you come out of the water, water clinging onto your skin for dear life, he almost short circuits. He eyes your nipples, puckered from the cold chorine and water, but he also notices the outline of small bars around both areas.

Discovering you have your nipples pierced just might be better than any porno or VCR he could break. You saunter up to him, not even making an attempt to be coy about staring at each other anymore. He asks one of your neighbors, chatty and unassuming, to man the grill while he comes up to you.

He towers over you. A friendly look with a hint of darkness on his face.

“Now, sweetheart. You’re drippin’ all over the place. You’re gonna get water all over the concrete and the grass. I should’ve gotten you a towel so I could dry ya off.”

“You don’t like me all wet?” You bat your eyelashes up at him and he licks the bottom of his plush lip.

“I don’t mind it at all. I’m enjoyin’ this more than you know. But…why shouldn’t I be the one to dry you off? It’s only practical, isn’t it? Besides…I’m not gonna let anyone else here get the chance to see a girl as beautiful as you drippin’ wet.” Joel was all in, no more beating around the bush.

“Well, you’re the only one that gets to look at me all wet, Joel. Get me a towel and help me dry off?” You decided it’s your turn to stop beating around the bush too.

“Well…I’m gonna have to find a place all our own first. Don’t want any of these other people watchin’ us. Not with what I have in mind.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Lead the way.”

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The two of you found yourselves in an empty guest room, and you stood waiting for Joel to get out of the bathroom with a towel. He came out with two, one for you to sit on on the soft, plush bed and another one that he started to use, kneeling at your feet. He motioned for you to place your foot on his knee as he started to dry you off.

“So everybody’s been holding up okay while I’m gone?” You asked.

“Everyone’s doin’ good. Sarah’s still in Dallas workin’. I keep your daddy busy with the contracting jobs, but I still find the time to ask him every now and then about ya. He’s always got nice things to say. I guess that means you’re doin’ alright in college too?” Joel kneaded at your legs, looking up at you with his warm brown eyes.

“Yeah, everything’s fine at school. The typical college experience: Books, beer, boys.” He pats your leg to signal for you to alternate to the other.

“Oh, I'm sure you're popular with the guys over there. I bet all kindsa cute guys are just swarmin' around you, ain't they?” Joel asks.

You chuckle a bit, thinking about all the guys that have asked you out over the years. There were some you accepted, some you rejected. None of them even came close to being on Joel's level. “I guess...but nobody really has my attention. I'm just ready to get out of there and graduate y'know?”

Joel stood up, his large hands now massaging the towel around your waist. He motions for you to turn around as he starts to knead your lower back and move towards your ass.

“That feels nice.” You sigh.

“You like me putin’ my hands on you, sweetheart?” Joel whispers in your ear.

You nod as you look at the mirror in front of you, seeing him staring at your ass being rubbed down. You watch him watching you in the mirror. His hands move from your back to your hips and you feel him finger at the strings holding your bottoms up.

“I like everything about this right now.” You whimper. He notices you looking in the mirror and slowly, tantalizingly moves his large hands onto your chest, tracing his fingers over your pebbled nipples, tracing the silver pierced onto them.

“These are new.” He whispered into your ear, his large hands kneaded at your breasts. “They suit you. They’re sexy.”

He kneads at them and gives them a small tug, making you moan with pleasure. He rubs his erection into the curve of your ass, letting you feel him hard and wanting.

“You think so?” You grind yourself into him, moving your ass into his dick and moaning into his touch.

You watch him watch you, your body pressed into his as he grips your breasts and rubs his cock against your ass. You feel his breath on your neck and his breathes down your shoulder and neck, squeezing at your breasts.

“You’re a pretty girl, sweetheart. They just add to the effect.” He whispers to you.

You move one hand to the back of his neck, pressing him harder onto you and bring another to the strings of your bikini top. You're ready to untie them and let them fall to the floor and let Joel have your way with you.

“Sweetie!”

Fuck. Fuck. The fast way the both of you tear away from each other and jump to different sides of the room is impressive. You’d recognize your father’s voice anywhere. “Are you in here?”

“Sorry, daddy!” You say, feeling your voice going high but trying to sound as normal as possible. “I’m in here. Joel was just grabbing me a towel for the pool. I’ll be right back out.”

“Great. I want you two to meet Laurie.” He was chipper. All he wanted was his daughter and his best friend to meet his new girlfriend, completely unaware of what was about to happen.

You stood, shocked, trying to get your heartrate to go back to normal. Joel looked across the room at you apologetically and walked out, meeting your dad, closing the door and your moment. “Sorry for hidin’ her away, Jim. I’m just lettin’ her dry off in the a/c. You know how hot it gets on days like these, right?”

Your dad waved Joel off and told him that it was no big deal, and you could hear them as you quickly dry off and get back into the living room seeing your father, Laurie and Joel laughing.

You quickly slap on a fake smile too.

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The rest of the barbecue went well without a hitch. You got to know your dad's new girlfriend who was a sweet, friendly woman. You were paraded around by your dad to the rest of your neighbors, talking about your college experience and your plans when you graduate. The only salvation you had during these talks were stolen glances from Joel.

You felt him watching you when he thought no one was looking. Watching the way you stood next to your dad and talked about the people around him with pride. He couldn't keep his eyes off you. It made you move with more confidence, knowing he was watching you and ready to get you alone again.

Towards the end of the night, your dad and Laurie told you they were going to get some drinks at a bar and you offered to help clean up.

“Jim, she is so sweet!” Laurie beamed. “You really don’t have to do this. We tried to get Joel to come out too but he said he had a headache and wanted to stay back and go to sleep.”

Your dad and Laurie hug you goodbye. “Try not to make too much noise and let him rest, okay?”

You see your dad and his new girlfriend off, doing the dishes in Joel's kitchen. You hear footsteps behind you and see Joel, leaning along the doorway.

“Hi there.” You smile, you see him observe you're still in your bikini.

“Hi. I bet you’re wondering why I declined the chance to spend a Friday night with your dad and Laurie out on the town, but well…I had some other plans.” He smirked.

“Helping me dry these dishes?” You hand him a towel, grinning at him. Joel takes the towel from you and positions himself next to you. The two of you do the dishes for a moment.

“Dad’s girlfriend seems really sweet.” You look up at him.

“She’s lovely. And you daddy seems happy with her. I mean, I never see him this happy. You know he also says you can come around any time ya want…or need. I told him you can come around as long as you want to stick around.” He winks at you.

“Is he trying to run me out of his house already or are you trying to get me in your bed?" You stick your tongue out at him and Joel is beside himself when he sees your tongue ring.

"Is that new, too?" Joel drops the towel, moving his hands towards your hips.

"I had it put in a couple of days ago. Do you like it?"

"Oh I love it." Joel looks at you and his eyes dart back and forth between your eyes and your tongue.

"Why, Joel, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were having some impure thoughts about me right now." You whisper to him, leaning into his touch.

"You don't wanna read my mind right now, sweetheart." Joel holds your face in his hands.

"Try me."

"Well..." He moves his hand to the back of your head and pulls you into him. "I was thinkin' about how it'd feel if your tongue was around my cock."

You're both in an empty house and he's still fucking with you. You knew what he meant, but you wanted to hear it from him. You wanted him to spell out for you the filthy, sinful, delicious things he had planned for you.

"Oh really?" You ask. "What if I want to taste your tongue too? Would you be down for that, Joel?"

You're all about fucking with him back. You see him smile a little bit, feeling proud that he made you blush. He's quick to change his tone though, his voice low and sultry.

"Maybe, but that ain't what you really want. You wanna feel me, sweetheart. You wanna feel my cock inside of you. I can tell that you're wantin' it. I can feel you soakin' through that tiny bikini you got on." He starts to move his hand towards your crotch, slowly inching it towards the thin material covering your clit. "See? All wet for me. Soaked right through this tiny thing."

He slowly rubs against the thin material, his fingertips teasing your clit and making you moan.

"Why don't you tell me what you want?" He whispers.

"I want you to make me feel good." You whimper as he starts rubbing more of you.

"Is that it, sweetheart? Is that all you want from me?" He asks, still teasing you.

"Please..." You try to move closer to him but he doesn't let you move.

"Tell me what you want from me. What you really want. I know you're wantin' it, baby. You're wantin' my cock. You're so fucking wet for me, sweetheart."

"Joel..." You start to say but he cuts you off. He lifts you onto the counter, leaning into you and pressing his lips to your neck.

"What is it, baby?" His fingers rub at you and you feel a soft moan escape your lips.

"I want your cock. Please fuck me." You whisper to him, his eyes opening wide at your sudden bluntness.

"Good girl." He bites his bottom lip as he takes a look down at you. You have a newfound confidence in you and he's sure that he's going to be feeling it later on. He presses his lips onto yours and kissing Joel is unlike kissing any other boy you've ever been with. He kisses you like he owns you, like he wants to devour you. You kiss him back, moving your tongue ring against his tongue as your tongue meets his.

He kisses you harder, pulling your hair back as he sucks on your bottom lip. He pulls away for a moment, looking at you, keeling down between your legs.

"Now I have something to take care of, don't I?" Joel looks up at you as you spread your legs without thinking. He palms your inner thighs and pushes your legs back.

Your eyes looking down to Joel as he places a kiss on the inside of your knee. He places more kisses, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your thigh, moving up and kissing the rest of your leg until he gets close to your core. He presses his lips to your mound, making you gasp and arching your back. He licks you through the thin material and you try to move your hand to push the material away from your aching pussy but Joel grabs your wrists.

He pushes your bikini bottom to the side and licks at you. Your hips buck and you cry out, throwing your head back and moaning.

"You taste even better than I ever imagined, sweetheart." His eyes are glued to your pussy as his tongue licks at you. You can hear the lewd noises of his mouth slurping on your clit. "So wet and soft and perfect for me."

Joel holds you in place, eating you out and enjoying every last bit of it. You move your hand to the back of his head, grinding into him and riding his face as you hear Joel moan.

"Fuck, Joel, I'm gonna cum-" Your voice cut short when he moves a thick finger into you.

His voice is low and dark, his eyes staring up at you. "Let go for me, sweetheart. Cum for me."

He looks up at you as he sucks on your clit while he moves his finger in and out of you. You feel your walls contracting around him and he pushes you to the brink of an orgasm, his eyes still staring up at you and your hand still clinging to the back of his head.

"Fuck." You cry out as you ride his face, your legs trembling. He brings you back down to earth as he kisses your inner thighs.

"That's it, sweetheart. That's my girl." His voice is low and dark. "So pretty when you cum."

Joel stands up, looking at you as you're still reeling from the orgasm he just gave you. You kiss him hard on the lips and wrap your legs around him, feeling the outline of his hard cock.

"Take me upstairs." You gasp. "Please fuck me."

He doesn't have to be asked twice, picking you up and moving up the stairs to his room.

When he opens the door, you kiss him, pressing him into the bed. You tug at his belt and move to pull down his pants as he kicks off his shoes. You look at him, a confident look on your face, as you kneel between his legs. You slowly palm the outline of his dick through his boxer briefs, moving your hand to his zipper, slowly pulling it down. He watches you, holding back a smile as you reach for the waistband of his underwear.

You pull them down, releasing his thick cock into the open air. It's everything you imagined it would be. Long, thick and heavy. You take him into your hand and move your hand slowly up and down. His cock jerks in your hand as he groans. You wrap your lips around the head, giving it a small suck, your tongue rubbing against the sensitive underside.

Joel gasps. "That's it, sweetheart." He reaches his hands to the back of your head, moving his hands to your head.

You take him deeper into your mouth, slowly sliding down onto him, until the head of his cock is pressed against your throat. You moan as you move up and down, hollowing out your cheeks as you suck him.

"Fuck." He whispers. "Your mouth is so perfect."

You stare up at him as he looks down at you, his mouth slightly agape. "That's it. Take it. You're takin' my cock so well. So good." He pets the back of your head. "You ready for me to fuck your mouth, baby?"

You whimper at him and nod. "Mmm-hmm." You try to say but all you can do is moan around his dick.

"That's it, sweetheart. Let me use your mouth." He pushes you down onto his cock and starts to thrust.

The sound of his hips slapping against your face is loud. He pushes your head down onto him, fucking your throat and moaning.

"Such a pretty little thing. Your mouth is so fuckin' perfect for me." He pushes his cock down your throat and you can taste the precum dripping from him. You gag as he fucks your face. "Fuckin' take it. You love this don't you?"

"I love it." You gasp when he pulls your head up.

"You love getting my cock?" He moans as he pulls himself out of your mouth.

"I do." You gasp, trying to get your breath back as you look up at him.

"Can I have that tight little pussy, sweetheart?" He whispers. You nod in agreement as he kisses you. You reach up, taking off your bikini top and throwing it to the ground. He presses you into the mattress as he looks at your body.

"So beautiful. All mine." He rubs his thumb across your nipple, pinching and pulling at your piercing, making you squirm under him. "You want my cock, baby?"

"I need it." You mewl.

He pulls back the material covering your pussy, taking your bikini bottoms off. You watch him as he rubs his cock, moving it against your slit and pushing it to your clit. He moves it back and forth, teasing you and getting you wet. He presses it to your entrance.

"Is this what you want, sweetheart?" He teases, pushing his cock in your folds. "You want me to fuck you?"

"I do." You mewl. He moves down, kissing your lips as he presses into you, inch by thick inch.

You feel his thickness inside you, stretching you and filling you up. You let out a moan as he moves his hips.

"You're so fucking tight, baby." He kisses you, moving his hands to your breasts. You arch your back, wrapping your legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts. You push yourself against him, your lips never leaving his as he starts to move faster, the sound of your bodies slapping together filling the room.

He lifts himself from you, his hands gripping your thighs and holding onto your ass, lifting your hips from the bed and slamming into you.

You moan, moving your hips and feeling yourself coming closer and closer to another orgasm. Joel slows down for a moment, pushing himself all the way in before pulling out.

"Turn over." He commands and you do as he says. He rubs your ass and smacks it as you look over your shoulder. He thrusts into you, slowly.

"Look how pretty you are, sweetheart." He growls. "How pretty your ass looks when I fuck you like this. You're mine now, ain't ya?"

"I'm yours." You whimper, his cock moving in and out of you. "I'm all yours."

"That's right, you are." He moves his hand to your hair, pulling on it and making you arch your back.

He smacks your ass and you whimper. "Please don't stop." You moan. "Please Joel."

His voice is low and deep as he moans. You feel his fingers on your clit, rubbing at you and making you shake. You're so close to coming again, your walls contracting around him.

He pushes deep into you and spanks you again. "You gonna cum for me again, sweetheart? Gonna cum all over my cock?"

"Yes. Oh fuck yes. Please." You beg him and he lets out a loud grunt, moving faster, his hips slapping against your ass. The only sounds filling the room is your skin slapping together. You arch onto him as you have your second orgasm on Joel's cock. Your walls clench around him and he lets out another groan.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you're gonna make me cum." He grabs your hips and moves you back against him. "I'm gonna fill you up. You're gonna be dripping my cum."

You cry out, feeling his cock twitch and he starts to come inside you. He holds onto you tightly as he fucks his cock into you, filling you up with his hot cum. He stills for a moment, looking at you as you're shaking from another orgasm, your body twitching and writhing on the bed as he moves inside you.

"Fuck," He whispers, slowly pulling himself out of you. You lay down on the bed as he looks at you. He strokes your hair softly. "Sweetheart, are you okay?" He kisses your forehead.

You nod. "I'm more than okay." You reach for him and he kisses you softly, pulling himself close to you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you on the lips.

He lies back on the bed and you're lying against his chest. He kisses you, rubbing his hand through your hair. "You wore me out." He chuckles.

"So you wouldn't want to go another round?" You kiss his neck.

"I didn't say that." He smiles at you. "I think I can manage--"

"Joel?" You both completely still as you hear your dad's voice once again. "You left the door unlocked, man! Have you seen my kid?"

Joel looks at you, a panicked look on his face and you push your hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter. You look down, seeing his cock still half hard and still wet from the both of you.

He gets dressed quickly, motioning for you to be quiet and heads downstairs. You can't help but eavesdrop by the doorway, door shut where he can't see you but open enough where you can hear their conversation."

“Is she doing okay?”

“Yeah…I think she just got a little too much sun today out in the pool. She’s knocked out in Sarah’s old room.”

“She’s always had it a bit rough in the sun. If you could just give her a ride home in the morning, I’d appreciate it.”

“Not a problem, Jim.”

“Thanks for taking care of her.”

“It’s really no problem. Night Jim."

You scurry back to the bed as Joel comes back upstairs.

"So?" You ask him, a grin on your face.

"What's so funny, huh, sweetheart?" He asks, stripping off his clothes and climbing back into bed with you.

You crawl onto him, leaning onto his soft tummy and kissing his neck. "God, I am so glad he didn't come up here." You giggle and Joel pulls you down into the bed, rolling over and pinning you to the bed.

"You better be." He growls, biting your neck. "I'm intending to give you a nice, long ride home tomorrow morning."

You whimper. "I can't wait."

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berryhobii · 11 months

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Late For Work (jjk x reader)

Pairing: Husband!Jeon Jungkook x black!female!reader

Word Count: 2,223

Warnings: established relationship(they’re married!), fluff, domestic vibes, Jungkook’s a house husband, tattooed!Jungkook, smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), morning sex, somnophilia I guess? He wakes reader up with head. Kitchen sex, oral(m and f receiving), deepthroating, throat fucking, lots of spit, reader’s a whiny and needy sl*t, Jungkook is obsessed with reader(in a sweet way), begging, overstimulation, interrupting phone cliche

A/N: Hi! I’m back! I know I said this would be a Gamer!Jungkook but I kind of went off script a little, heh. There will definitely be a part 2 of this though and there will be actual Gamer JK in that. I didn’t really describe the reader in this so imagine them as you like. Criticism is always welcomed and I hope you enjoy!

When you woke up, it was to him between your legs, slurping up all of your wetness and flicking his tongue against your swollen clit. He managed to wrench 3 orgasms out of you before your alarm rang, that stupid job calling for your attention. Thank goodness you were close to going on vacation. After that, you could spend some much needed quality time with your husband.

He helped you to the bathroom, your legs feeling weak from your orgasms that were still vibrating through your body. Once you showered, did your skincare, and refreshed your hair, you found him in the kitchen, back turned to you as he sliced something on a cutting board.

Bringing your bottom lip between your teeth, your hungry eyes greedily took in the expanse of his bare, muscled back. Each movement caused his muscles to flex, the dark and brightly colored tattoos that stretched across his back shifting. He had recently finished the healing process for his brand new back tattoos—a large dragon spread across his shoulder blades, multiple flowers of different colors wrapped around his ribs, and your favorites were the abundance of clouds with butterflies resting on them. He had lots of little others like that cute smiley face on the back of his neck and that Minnie mouse bow on the back of his right arm he got on a dare after losing to Taehyung. You remember when he came home with it. You had laughed for close to 10 minutes, much to Jungkook’s chargin, his pout never leaving until he got annoyed and bent you over the couch. You still giggled but his cock taught you manners.

He heard you place your purse down on the kitchen island, turning his head to look at you.

“Breakfast is almost ready.”

You came up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning in to inhale his shampoo. Your cheek rubbed against his soft skin, humming when he relaxed in your embrace.

“Morning head and breakfast? Are you married?”

He chuckled, reaching for another strawberry to slice. “I am. Very happily for 3 years. They’re the love of my life.”

“Sounds like a very lucky person.”

While you couldn’t see his face, you knew he was smiling extra big.

“Eh. They hog all the blankets and can’t sleep unless it’s freezing cold but I guess they’re lucky to have me.”

You rolled your eyes, biting his shoulder blade. He was such a dork.

“They bite me a lot too. I wonder if I’m tasty.”

Your hands began to wander, scratching down his chest and abs until you reached the band of his low sweats. You dipped into the article of clothing, a noise of surprise vibrating your throat when you found he wasn’t wearing underwear.

Your hand grabbed at his half hard cock, beginning to pump him slowly. He inhaled a sharp breath, dropping the knife he held in the sink. Safety first and all that.

His hands gripped at the counter, head dipping low as you stroked him to hardness. When his sweats began to get uncomfortable, he moaned.

“Baby….”

You hummed, pulling away from him to let him turn around. Now that he was facing you, you could appreciate him fully—from his broad chest to his smooth expanse of his defined stomach. Your eyes trailed up to meet his, dark irises staring at you. His gaze made you feel warm all over, those earlier orgasms feeling far away. You wanted more.

Dropping to your knees before him, you grabbed at his sweats before pulling them down. His cock sprang up, the tip leaking precum. You licked your lips, gaze greedy and your throat itching to have him nestled in it.

You gripped him once again, feeling him throb in your hold. Locking eyes with him, you leaned forward to lick at his tip.

“You’re delicious.”

Your stare never broke as you licked him from base to tip. Eye contact was the quickest way to get him to cum. You too. It just made your sex feel more intimate and connected. It also fueled his ego a little to watch your sultry eyes stare up at him as he was down your throat.

After you had slicked him up enough, your hand pumped at him as your mouth sucked at his balls—his most sensitive spot. He tossed his head back, leaning against the counter, a loud moan coming from him.

Gathering saliva in your mouth, you bubbled spit all over his balls. He loved it wet and messy, something you learned after your first few times together. He was always a gentleman during your first times but that quickly changed when you started getting more and more comfortable with him. Your pussy would get so wet and sticky that he couldn’t hold back.

Coming back to his cock, you kissed along his shaft, trailing spit with you, cheeks and chin wet. You took him into your mouth, sucking him halfway in, your hand pumping what you hadn’t gotten to…..yet.

Your tongue licked all around him, cheeks hollowing as you sucked him. His hand grabbed at your hand, hips bucking into your throat. You removed your hand from his cock, instead gripping his thighs, giving him the okay to go hard.

Using his other hand to grab the back of your neck, he began moving his hips in and out of your mouth. You relaxed your throat, allowing him to slip in and out with ease.

“You like that cock in your throat, baby?” His raspy voice talked down at you. You moaned around his cock because fuck yes you did. You could feel your panties sticking to you, the fabric probably ruined beyond rescue.

He pushed your head all the way down, holding you there, nose buried in the hair at the base of his cock. Tears sprang in your eyes, throat constricting around him. Your nails dug into his thighs, leaving red marks in your wake.

When you began to sputter and gag on him, he let you go. You inhaled a deep breath, coughing and trying to pull air back into your lungs. Your bleary eyes looked back up at him, your hand coming to pump at his slick cock again. Sweat dripped down his chest and stuck his hair to his forehead. He looked good enough to eat.

“Give me more, baby.” Tongue hanging out of your mouth, you were ready to take everything he gave you.

Fuck.

A few more pumps of your hand and harsh suck to his tip and he was cumming in your mouth, filling your cheeks. He shivered as his orgasm racked him, mouth dropping open in a silent moan.

You didn’t immediately swallow, letting him regain his breath. You patiently sat back on your heels, bright eyes staring up at him.

His hand reached out to grab your chin, tilting your head up. “Open.”

You obliged, dropping your jaw to show him his release in your mouth. He felt his cock jump at the sight. He couldn’t get enough of you.

“Swallow.”

And you did, opening your mouth again to show him you had obeyed.

He helped you up from the ground, grabbing under your thighs to lift you and place you on the kitchen island. His lips hungrily moved against yours, his hands pushing your pencil skirt up until he could access your thong. His warm hands grabbed both sides of the thin string, giving it one harsh pull and it snapped. He worked at the buttons of your blouse next, careful not to pop any of them in his haste but truthfully, he could care less. Once it was open, he pulled down the cups of your bra, letting your breasts spill out.

You moaned as his hands pinched at your nipples, little sparks going up your back. He pulled away from your mouth, a whine coming from you but it was quickly covered when his mouth sucked in your left nipple. Your hands buried in his hair, humming as he worked both of your nipples to stiff peaks. He bit at the skin of your breasts, further darkening the hickies he placed there just last night. Once he was satisfied with his work, he pulled away to kiss you again.

“Fuck me, baby. Please. I can’t wait anymore.” You were starting to grow more and more desperate. Those orgasms from earlier just weren’t enough. You needed his cock right now.

He smirked at your whiny tone. His cock was hard again, throbbing to be nestled in your warm and tight walls but he had more pressing matters to tend to.

Pecking your lips once more, he bent down slightly until he was level with your pussy. His hands gripped your thighs, pushing them apart to get more access to your dripping heat. You barely had time to balance yourself on your hands before he was diving in, eating you out like a man starved. His tongue licked and sucked at your clit, abusing the swollen bud until your legs were shaking.

His eyes looked at you from between your legs and goodness were you a sight to see. The way your mouth dropped open, your breasts all marked up, and your watery eyes threatening to spill. He could eat you out for hours, not even stopping when you were crying and begging for him to let you rest.

You didn’t even realize how desperate and close you were until that band was snapping and you were cumming all over his face. One of your hands buried in hair, pulling him closer as your head fell back. Your toes dug into his shoulders, almost pushing him away but he remained firm, delivering licks to your clit.

Once you were shaking in overstimulation, he pulled away, licking his lips of your sweet juices.

He stood back to his full height, pulling you closer until your hips hung off the edge of the counter. You felt his cock rub against your sensitive pussy, flinching away a little at the almost painful feeling. But you were so desperate for him that you didn’t care. You just wanted his cock inside you. Now.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him to you again. Tears fell down your cheeks, bottom lip wobbling. “P-please….no more teasing…”

He could hold himself back anymore either. He pecked your temple, hands digging into the nest of your thighs. “Okay, princess.”

The head of his cock rubbed against your slick folds, bumping your clit a few times making you shiver.

Just as he was about to push in, the loud blaring of your phone broke you apart. Realization struck you, your eyes widening.

“Oh shit! My meeting! I’m late!” You hastily reached for your purse, digging in it until you found your phone. You quickly answered it, apologies falling from your lips.

After you hung up, Jungkook helped you from the island, your legs buckling but he held you up.

You sighed, leaning against his sweaty chest. “Ugh, darn you and your magnetic dick. Why did you distract me?”

He snorted, rolling his eyes. “You stuck your hand down my pants. You started this.”

You growled, biting his pec lightly. “You woke me up. You started this.”

He harshly gripped both of your ass cheeks in his hands. “Do you want me to finish it?” His suggestive tone matched his eyes, his stare sending shocks straight to your pussy. Was that meeting really important? You could just quit your job and live your days with Jungkook’s cock down your throat. You’d clock in faithfully every day.

You whined, pushing him away. “I’m already late. Stop tempting me.”

He gave you that cheeky smile again but let you go, making sure to deliver a slap to your ass as you walked away.

Once you had brushed your teeth again and fixed your makeup and hair, you rushed to the door. Jungkook was already waiting for you with a bagel and your lunch bag. Your heart warmed at the sight of him. He took such good care of you. An idea of a surprise date swirled in your head.

You smiled when your eyes met.

“Here. I packed your lunch and since breakfast got cold, I made you a bagel. Eat the whole thing.”

You walked into his arms, hugging him tightly, his warmth sinking into your skin. “I love you.”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you more.”

After embracing for a moment longer, you reluctantly pulled away, not wanting to leave him but you knew you had to work.

He kissed away your pout. “I’ll be here when you come back. I promise.”

You sighed but nodded, expecting a final kiss before you finally walked out of the door but instead, his hand grabbed your throat to pull you closer. You gasped at the sudden movement, eyes widening as they locked with his. His smile had dropped, only a mischievous smirk left in its wake.

“And when you come back, I’ll fuck you on every surface in this apartment.”

Your thighs rubbed against each other, excitement bubbling in the pit of your stomach. You were about to say something but you were silenced when he shoved the bagel in your mouth

“Have a good day at work.”

#bts #bts smut #bts fic #jungkook smut #bts imagines #bts x black reader #namjoon smut #jimin smut #hoseok smut #seokjin smut #taehyung smut #yoongi smut

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yxami · 1 year

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I was thinking of a harpy eagle man, just a stupid idea. I honestly intended it to be way shorter.

description: yandere harpy hybrid, macaw hybrid reader, gender neutral reader, predator and prey dynamic, he was mean at first then turned into a big soft giant as much as a yandere with possessive tendencies can have, my favorite animals are cats, penguins, dogs, and monkeys, what about you guys?

Koa has yet to find a mate, seasons have passed and he can’t help but grow more and more saddened with no mate. He has tried to court other female harpy’s but they all seemed intimidated by his size, preferring a mate with less scary looks. He was big, young, and had white hair with prominent gray highlights. Maybe it was also his talons, or his big brown eyes that always seemed to glare at something.

He didn’t understand why he was deemed unfit for a mate. Weren’t harpy’s supposed to go for a big mate that could protect the nest? His heart hurt every-time he was shunned for trying to court a potential partner.

Now Koa was just sat in his own nest, empty and alone. He was still in his prime young age, but if this continued on, he would be too old for a mate by then! Harpies mated for life, what if there was no more available people by the time he gets the chance?

His wings showed discomfort with that idea, having no mate was like a doomed fate of death. His feathers puffed up to keep him warm from the cold winds, he scanned around. Maybe he could find something to eat to distract his mind.

He swooped down onto a much smaller tree, looking around for a tasty snack. He found something much better when he set his sights on you. A colorful bird, one that was enjoyable to eat. A macaw!

You were destined to be a whole meal! He hadn’t eaten a macaw in awhile, they were such delicious things to feast upon when harpy eagles found the chance. Especially the macaw hybrids that held a lot of fat on them. You didn’t seem to hold any at all now that he looked at you intently. Such a small little thing.

He focused his sights on you, making sure there was nobody else that hungrily stared at you like he did. He wasn’t totally hungry, maybe he could save you for later. He just wanted to fill his stomach with something other than his anxious worries for a mate.

Koa swiftly flew down, picking you up with his talons by your arms. You immediately yelled, your striking wings tried flapping to escape. You squirmed and writhed but his grasp was ultimately too strong. You cried that you were too young to die! What a pathetic sight.

He threw you into his nest, making sure to pin you down right after. He scanned your eyes that were frantic, looking everything for a chance to escape. Now that he got a good look at you, you were pretty. A little too pretty.

He had you in his lap now, observing your wing size and how much meat you had on your body. Clearly not a good meal for a big bird like him. You were very bright, like you were begging to be eaten in such a deep colored forest.

You whimpered and sobbed, just awaiting your destined fate to die. But it still didn’t happen, after a few minutes, your head started to pound from all the crying you did in such a hasty manner. So you just sniffled and stayed quiet. Letting him grab and measure you.

“Are you- gonna e-eat me?” You sputtered, unable to stop the sniffles that kept interrupting your words. You didn’t want to die, you were still young, yet to find a mate! Now you were in a harpy eagle’s nest! And he looked so scary, he had you tense and anxious.

“Hmph, you looked bigger from a far sight but.. you’re rather small.” Koa examined you as if you were something unintelligent like a bass! “And how am I supposed to eat such a pretty thing like you” He made sure his last sentence wasn’t audible. He just thought you were actually very cute. You were a bright thing, perfect for being a mate. But you were a macaw.. that was supposed to be his prey.

“And I’m young! I still have yet to find a mate. I have a lot to live for!” You argued for your freedom. Why would he kill you when you were destined to live longer. You weren’t even a meal for him, at most you were a snack! Was it worth killing you for just that?

“That’s cute, you know what..” He held you up by your sides, observing how you nervously looked down at him. “I think I’ll keep ya’!” He smiled, a smile that didn’t ease you at all. It wasn’t soft or kind, it was the type of smile that yelled ‘I’ll let you live for a few days and tease at your death until I ultimately kill you’

“Keep me? I’m n-not a pet!” You squirmed under his grasp, just to be brought into his lap again. He didn’t want you slipping out afterall! He would easily catch up to you if you did end up flying away but he wouldn’t want to risk other predators seeing you.

There was no nearby harpies anyways but who knows? There was always a chance something might take you away when you’re such a noticeable thing.

“You’re like.. a little budgie! Yeah! I might keep you after all!” Koa brought you close to his chest, wrapping his wings around you. You were so soft! Softer than his feathers could ever be. His feathery tail wagged at your acceptance in the embrace, you weren’t even fighting!

“Just don’t eat me.. okay?” You worried about your safety. You recently got kicked from your own nest from a bigger macaw so that’s why you were out in the open. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t eat you? If you gained his trust and his friendship then he wouldn’t want to eat you!

This was probably your mind clinging onto hope that the biggest predator in the forest wouldn’t gobble you up. Especially when you were such a tasty snack for harpy’s. You were always raised with a trusting nature so you just hoped it would help you survive.

“Hm, I guess I won’t. Are you going to try and escape?” He eyed you down, letting go of you to test if you would go and frantically fly away like an idiot.

“No! I won’t, I just.. don’t want to die. I got kicked out of my nest and I didn’t know what to do. I knew I was bound to get eaten but I’m helpful! I promise!” You argued even though he already decided to keep you.

“You were kicked out your nest? You still lived with your parents?” He titled his head, how young were you? He couldn’t be eyeing you up if you were still a chick! That would be awful.

“No, I got kicked out of my nest! My own nest I built to find a mate but some stupid macaw took it over” Your feathers ruffled up in anger, still remembering how she threw you off just because you had made such an ideal nest.

So this meant the two of you were relatively close in age, both young and filled with energy, looking for a prosperous mate!

“Hah! You were just worrying about your life and now you’re upset about your old nest?” Koa laughed, chest rising with each laugh he made. He found it humorous how quick your frightened mood turned into a relaxed one.

“Well it was a good nest! And it took me so long! It was the perfect space and—“ You kept rambling on about your life and the amazing nest you made. You didn’t even realize you were rambling until the sun started to set.

“Are you hungry? If you really were out all day with no nest then you likely didn’t eat anything” He pat your head, brushing down the frazzled hairs. You leaned into his touch, finding it comforting with all the stress you went through today. Even though he was the cause of half of it.

“Super hungry! I can help catch some mice! I’ve gotten better at it since I’m really quiet” You flapped your wings in excitement, quickly getting up to help him.

“No, you stay here. I’ll find us something to eat.” He pat your head once more. Towering over you once he got up, his strong physique was right in your face and you looked away to be polite.

“I want to help though! If I’m going to stay here then I want to pull my weight!” You were always a stubborn one, even if it meant it got you in some troubles with your parents.

“Hmm.. I suppose, just stick beside me. Don’t think about wandering off, you don’t know what types of predators lurk around” Koa was pretty hypocritical for being the biggest apex predator. And being the species that would often feast upon yours. But he was nice! And he decided not to eat you, that’s good..?

“Got it!” You happily waited for him to fly down so you could glide along side him. It was a rare sight to see a prey flying beside a predator without being killed.

The two of you were able to scrounge up lots of things! Well.. he got the bigger portions like mice, rats and some lizards. While you were able to fetch some delicious sweet berries, and some apples you found. It was a healthy diet but the meat would balance it out!

He chuckled at your beaming eyes when you caught a little mouse hiding in a berry bush. The two of you brought all the catches things in the nest, he was quick to kill the mouse you had in your mouth.

“Well, look at that, my first hunt with someone and you caught berries” He tried hiding his smile that he knew you would be squabbling about.

“I caught a mouse too! That’s good right?” You looked at him for approval, it was your first hunt along side someone that wasn’t your parents. He adored your ask for assurance.

Koa pat your head, silently approving with a simple nod. You were happy you pulled your weight! It would be awful to be freeloading in his nest. You wondered how long he was going to “keep” you. Did he want to be roommates? Or was this just temporary until you made a nest?

You chewed on some juicy berries, finding it easy to bite through the skin with your sharp teeth. It was similar to him chewing on a rat before gulping it down like a simple seed. You paid no attention to the bloody sight of him tearing apart the largest rat he caught.

After the two of you ate, you were sleepy with such a full belly. You ruffled up your feathers, providing a warm feeling around your skin, ready to go in a deep sleep. You curled up on the other side of the nest, away from the food area and what you assumed to be his sleeping place.

He titled his head confused, were you not going to sleep next to him? Koa knew the two of you weren’t mates but it would make more sense to sleep near him so he could protect you. Or does he just want to feel your warmth?

You blinked, looking at his confused stare, did you do something wrong? Were you actually in his sleeping space?

“What’s wrong?” You shyly asked, nervous that you did in-fact do something wrong.

“You should sleep next to me, I can’t protect you if you’re that far away” He opened up his arms, making it sound like you were miles away. When in reality, it was just a few feet away, and he just wanted to cuddle with your soft feathers along with the comfort your body gave.

“Oh, okay!” You casually agreed with his reasonings, believing he was thinking more logically rather than emotionally.

You snuggled up in his lap, easily sneaking your way into his grasp. He rubbed your squishy cheeks as you looked up, finding your quick embrace cute. He wasn’t thinking about making you his mate.. No way, he just wanted to have company. So what if you were a smaller bird and normally supposed to be eaten by him. It’s not like the society of his species ever accepted him.

Koa laid down, spooning you while he wrapped his arms and wings around your plush body. You quickly dozed off with the comfort of his body cupping yours. It was soothing to finally be in a nest and have some company after being alone. Loneliness was something he was escaping as well.

Maybe the two of you were much more similar then both of you thought. Was it so bad to be trusting of each other? It’s not like the two of you would be able to become mates! … right?

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #pls request #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #gn reader #hybrid yandere #hybrid reader #bird hybrid #soft yandere #mean yandere #hybrid #hybrid bird #yandere bird hybrid #macaw reader #yandere harpy #koamyoc

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scarletwidowsbaby · 10 months

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Tasty Treat

Summary: Natasha wants to treat you to a nice day out, a party, and a wonderful night.

Pairings: Vampire!Nat x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: BDSM elements, fluffy lovey-dovey stuff, hungry vampires, possessive Natasha, sex toys, cunnilingus, overstimulation, orgasm denial. 18+ only, minors dni.

A/N: Pls let me know if there's any spelling mistakes or warnings I have missed. I am very tired as I'm writing this :)

*gif credits to owner*

It was early in the morning when you felt a few feather-light touches on your body. The softest, yet strongest hand on earth dragged its perfectly manicured nails across the skin beneath your shirt, creating tantalising tingles that shivered up your spine.

“Mmph.” You grumbled, adjusting to face away from the smirking redhead.

“Baby…” She said in a singsong voice, shuffling closer and breathing gently down your neck.

“Mmmmph.” You grumbled again.

“Come on, sweetheart, open those precious eyes for me. I have an exciting day planned ahead for us, but first… you have to get up…” She cooed, kissing and nibbling at the skin beneath your ear.

“I’m hungry…” She whispered, grazing her sharp fangs across your neck yet not drawing any blood.

“Then eat.” You mumbled.

“Uh uh uh.” She tutted. “You agreed on the first night we had sex that you would eat and drink water when I feed on you. That includes now.” She said, a bit more sternly.

You let out a long grumbly whine before shooting up, glaring at her from over your shoulder before slowly sliding out of the bed. You were dressed only in a shirt and some boxer shorts, grumbling incoherently as your mane of curls followed you to the kitchen.

By the time Natasha was dressed in her favourite day clothes and in the kitchen, she was delighted to see you munching on some bacon and eggs, as well as a piece of toast.

“Good girl, my precious little treat.” She smirked, brushing your curls to the side to expose your neck.

“Yeah, yeah.” You grumbled, though secretly happy from her praise.

“All mine.” She hummed as she kissed your neck, gently soothing the area before she bit down.

You winced at the initial sting but set the 30-second timer on the microwave, feeling her lips seal around your neck before she started feeding. Her hands wrapped around your waist and held you close to her, though the thumb on her right hand moved to caress the skin beneath your belly button, over and over again.

When the timer went off, she pulled her fangs out and retracted them into their small little points. “Keep eating, baby girl.” She murmured, licking up the blood on your neck and staying there until she saw the bite marks heal.

“But I'm not hungry.” You grumbled, but she spun you around quickly.

“You’re eating and that’s final.” She said, picking up a piece of egg on toast to feed you with.

You rolled your eyes but accepted the food with your open mouth, letting her slide it in past your teeth. She even went as far to start moving your jaw, but you swiped her hand away softly and chewed it yourself. “I’m not a baby.”

“No, but in comparison to my age, you are a foetus.” She teased.

After she helped you finish your breakfast, she guided you back to the room to get dressed. ‘Simple jeans and a shirt is fine’, were the words she wanted you to follow. But something in you wanted to get back at her for babying you.

And get back at her you would.

“Okay, come on. Where’s your day ring?” You asked, searching around the place before she held her hand up, the ring already on it.

“And you know what day it is.” She smirked, holding a small necklace in hand.

You rolled your eyes, walking over to her and lifting your hair to let her clasp the necklace. “I’m starting to think buying this for us was a bad idea.”

She shifted the small key so that the clasp locked. “You love it.” She teased, knowing full well that you did before putting the key in her jeans pocket.

The two of you first started at the aquarium. Natasha knew it was your favourite place to go, so you walked through the halls and gazed at every fish you could find. There was even a reptilian exhibit, where many endangered species were being rehabilitated.

After the aquarium, Natasha took you to lunch. She had confiscated your credit cards for the day, and even took your phone when you were in line just to make sure you didn’t pay for anything. A few hundred years of wealth grows dramatically, and she is easily worth over $100 million.

The lavish cafe was also a well-known vampire-friendly space, with a private room if you needed a ‘drink’ or you could even request a splash of blood in your coffee, but BYO, of course.

Afterwards, she brought you back home, humming softly to herself as she led you through the place. “So, malyshka, tonight we have a special party happening at the Avengers.” She started.

“Ah yes, the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes who have a werewolf representing America, a vampire representing complete hotness, a Hulk and a god. Oh, and the two humans.” You smirked.

She grinned back at you. “Yes. We have a party. And I want you to be my date.”

You looked at her, all suddenly nervous. She raised an eyebrow. “What’s up? Why are you making that face?”

You looked down, fiddling with the necklace. “Are they… you know… is it a supernatural-friendly party? Or just you guys and other humans?”

She chuckled, seeing through your fears. “Detka… that necklace shows everyone that is supernatural… that you are mine.” She said firmly, gripping the necklace and pulling you closer.

“This is a tungsten alloy, which is capable of 500,000 PSI. You, my dear, cannot even take it off by force. Even I would struggle to take it off by force, but I have a key.” She smirked.

��As well as this, that mark on your neck, though it fades from time to time, is another example of who you belong to. Any vampire, werewolf, succubus, or even demon could not claim you as yours. Nobody else’s fangs or canines fit on those marks like mine do.”

She waited patiently for you to visibly relax, gently running her finger against the skin of your neck whilst she still held the necklace. When she saw your shoulders fall minutely, she gently kissed your lips.

“There’s my good girl. Now, are we feeling masc tonight or fem?”

You blushed softly. “Is it okay if I’m feeling masc?”

She cupped your cheek, still holding the necklace. “Of course it is, detka. You're always allowed to feel however you see yourself. And even if that feeling changes, no matter the frequency, it doesn't change how I feel about you. Not one bite.” She smirked at her pun.

You nodded, feeling relieved and assured. “Then I’m feeling masc.”

She smiled warmly. “Good. I have just the suit for you.”

As you entered the luxurious party, paid for by the billionaire himself, you saw a lot of heads turn. Natasha was famous among the supernatural community, and to have you as her loving ‘blood bag’ so-to-speak made you famous as well.

“You look wonderful, my darling.” She said before kissing your cheek.

And you most certainly did, dressed in a suit with a base of maroon, Natasha’s favourite colour, with black embroidery weaving all across the marble-designed swirls. The dress shirt beneath was black too, the satin shimmering against the lights off the disco ball. Natasha had dressed to match you, with a beautiful maroon gown that had a slit from the mid-thigh downwards.

“Wowie!” Tony whistled as Natasha led you to the small group. “When Natasha said you were hot, I did not expect that. Tony Stark, pleasure to meet you.”

“Y/N L/N. Pleasure as well, Tony.” You smiled back.

You noticed Steve’s lingering gaze on you and you chuckled as Natasha began to subtly play with your hair, revealing the bite mark on your neck. “She’s mine, Rogers.” She said in a singsong voice, flexing on the ‘mine’.

“Understood, Romanoff.” He nodded, clearing his throat as he flashed his werewolf eyes at me. “Pleased to meet you, Y/N.” He held his hand out to shake yours.

“As am I for you, Steve.” You replied warmly.

“Want a drink, detka?” She asked, to which you nodded.

Throughout the evening, the Avengers recounted stories upon stories, with Thor’s being the most avid and attention-grabbing. You sat next to Natasha on the arm of the couch chair, her arm possessively yet gently holding your waist, and she never left you alone unless it was to get you a drink.

Whilst Thor was telling another one of his adventures, Natasha noticed a few vampires watching you closely, particularly in the way that your neck was unprotected by your curls. She slowly stood and whispered in your ear. “I’ll be back, baby girl. Sit tight for me, okay?”

You nodded, kissing her cheek as she walked towards the vampires. “And just what do you think you’re looking at?” She hissed.

“A tasty little treat, that’s for sure.” The lead vampire of the group smirked.

“Well then, shall we test that theory?” She said, holding up a small vial of blood.

The vampires all stared at it and when she opened it, it had a dropper. “This is a special kind of her blood. She had an injection the morning I took this out - made her blood taste like candy.”

She put one drop on each vampire’s tongue, smirking as she closed the bottle. After a few seconds, they all began to gag and groan, their stomachs aching.

“Oh… I probably should have mentioned this…” She chuckled darkly, pulling the leader’s head up by his chin to reveal a small ball resting at the bottom of the vial.

“It has wolfsbane.”

She watched the others stagger over to a corner to try and recover, still holding the leader’s chin in hand. He tried to shove her away, or at least her hand, but she didn’t budge. Slowly, his jaw became painful.

“If you ever… and I mean, ever… come near my detka again…” She seethed, his jaw cracking underneath the strength of her hand.

“I will rip your head from the corners of your lips.” She snarled, her eyes completely black.

He let out a hiss of pain as his jaw finally broke, glaring at Natasha before he retreated to his friends.

“Baby?” You muttered from behind, having noticed the man on his knees before her.

She spun around, and smiled at you, taking a deep breath to calm herself. When she reopened her eyes, they had returned to normal. “Alright, detka. Two more drinks and then we’ll go home. Same drink again, my love?”

You nodded, thanking her for buying your non-alcoholic drink. She admired your strength in not submitting to peer pressure, but she also knew that you didn’t always like being around others when drunk.

The things you said were… somewhat inappropriate.

After two drinks, which equated to an hour, she took you home. The door unlocked with ease and she led you inside, helping you take off your suit.

“You are so beautiful.” She murmured, kissing the back of your neck before pulling your hair out of its style.

“Natty…” You chuckled softly, blushing.

“Is my sweet girl blushing? Already?” She said, pulling the suit jacket off of your arms.

You looked to the side in an effort to hide it, but she could clearly see your face in the mirror. How your pupils were slightly blown, how your cheeks were tinged with rose.

“Looking in the mirror, milaya. No looking away until I say so.” She said, the power dynamic between you two exposing itself once again.

She stood behind you and her hands emerged at your sides, unbuttoning your dress shirt from top to bottom, pausing at the end to let her hands roam. She noticed a certain colour to your chest and when she removed your shirt, she gasped softly.

“Oh my…” She grinned at the sight of the red lace bra. “How delightful…”

You blushed beneath her gaze but still made eye contact with her in the mirror. “You like it, Nat?”

“I’m Mistress tonight, baby girl.” She lightly corrected. “But yes, I do like it. I adore it.”

She moved in front of you, gripping the necklace as she pulled you in for a kiss. “Eyes on me now.” She muttered against your lips.

“Yes, Mistress.” You answered, letting her brush her tongue against your lips before entwining your own tongue, teasing and reaching everywhere she wanted to.

“Safe word is wolfsbane, okay?” She said before leading you to the bed, lying you down.

“Okay, Mistress.” You nodded, watching her take off your shoes and socks before crawling up to straddle your waist.

“Now, I want you to close your eyes for me, darling.” She guided, brushing her fingers over your eyes.

Once your eyes were closed, you could hear her moving around in the room. When she came back, you felt a sting of cold metal on your stomach, an intentional act of Natasha’s.

“Now… you say ‘wolfsbane’ and I will use my enhanced abilities to untie you as fast as I can.” She coached. “This is our third time doing this, so it’s still new. Please don’t ever be afraid to use your safe word, my sweet girl.”

You nodded. “I understand, Natasha.”

She didn’t chastise you for saying her name, knowing you were being serious and assertive. “Okay. Here we go.”

You could feel her lean down on you, the weight distributing differently in the bend of the bed. Her nails, suddenly now not so long as this morning, traced up your body to reach your cheeks.

“So soft…” She murmured to herself before one hand left your cheek, only to return with a silk blindfold.

“Just so you don’t cheat…” She teased, making you chuckle.

“That’s my good girl…” She cooed, tying it slowly around your head.

Then, suddenly, she pulled your arms up near the headboard and with soft handcuffs, locked your wrists together. She remembered that you didn’t like being tied to the headboard, so she didn’t this time.

“Thank you.” You murmured, acknowledging the act.

“You’re welcome.” She answered.

You felt her hand creep towards your neck, holding it gently. Her thumb played with the chain of the necklace as she leaned down to whisper by your ear. “Tonight, malysh… you’re all mine.”

She pulled back after kissing down your neck, gently palming your breasts through the lace bra. She even moved to unclasp it, revealing your hard nipples that she licked around.

“M-Mistress…” You hummed softly, already squeezing your thighs to quell the sensation.

“Hush.” She whispered, licking a stripe from your pebbled nipple, up your neck, to your lips where she kissed you gently.

“God, I get so turned on watching you like this. All laid out for me, tied up, like a perfect little doll for me to play with.” She grinned, biting down on her bottom lip.

She noticed your blush and began to gently run her fingers up and down your upper chest, now that it was completely bare for her. “Is my sweet little treat blushing.”

“Mistress.” You whined, moving your hips slightly to try and get her going.

“We’re starting off slow, baby girl. Remember?” She said, though she slid off of your waist.

Her silk-smooth hands trailed down before getting to your hips, tugging on the waistband of your pants. “Mhm.” You nodded, giving her permission to take them off.

“And there’s even more surprises here.” She grinned, placing a small kiss at the top of the lingerie boxers.

You chuckled softly. “You like?”

“I love.” She whispered, suddenly at your ear again which made you shiver.

You could feel her slide onto her side next to you, one hand roaming all over your body. “You’re so beautiful…” She murmured, gently scratching over your skin before she came to your boxers.

“Off?”

“Not yet, please.” You said.

“Good girl for communicating.” She purred by your ear before sliding her hand beneath the band, using two fingers to gently play with your clit.

Whilst she teased you there for a moment, she used her fangs to gently nip and mark your neck, not caring if you ended up with a ring of black and blue in the morning. You were hers, in every way, and she wanted the entire world to know.

You squeaked when you felt her fingers enter your core, making her chuckle as she began to flex them in and out. “Breathe.” She said, reminding you.

Your chest moved up and down in a quicker motion, your moans making her purr even more. “That’s a good girl.”

You placed your tied-up hands on your forehead, slowly losing your mind over the way she had you wrapped around her fingers - or rather, addicted to her fingers.

“I’m gonna use you tonight, milaya. We’re not stopping until I cum.” She said, though of course her words came with the exception of the safe word.

Your back arched as she found your sweet g-spot with her fingers, making your breathing shudder. You tried to sit up but she pinned you down by the handcuffs’ chain, smirking as she upped the pace of her fingers.

She watched you squirm and wriggle beneath her like some form of prey, and she was hungry to hear you climax.

“Come on, baby girl. Cum whenever you want.” She said, sinking her fangs into your neck.

“Fuck!” You exclaimed, the combined sensation of relentless fingering and being bitten sending you over the edge.

She kept going for a few more seconds, helping you ride through your orgasm and giving you a bit of torture with it as well, only subsiding when she tasted the sudden sweetness of endorphins in your blood.

“That’s heavenly.” She muttered, pulling away from your neck to taste the sweetness directly off of her fingers.

She then pressed her fingers to your lips, watching you with delight as you sucked on her fingers. Adoration set into her eyes and she slowly retreated from the bed.

“W-Where are you going, Mistress?” You stammered, but soon felt her weight bend the mattress.

“Not far, my love. Just getting some more toys.” She smirked, brushing a dildo vibrator and some nipple clamps over your stomach.

“Oh boy.” You muttered; the nipple clamps were new.

“We’ll take it one toy at a time, my treat.” She cooed, slowly adjusting you so that you were sitting slightly more upright to lean against the headboard.

She checked your puffy little pussy and began to slowly grind the vibrator against it, lubing it up. She made sure you were comfortable, reading every single kind of behavioural marker you gave off, and gently kissed your lips.

“Are you comfortable with a ball gag tonight, baby girl? Or no?” She asked, still grinding the vibrator against you.

“Maybe… Maybe another night?” You replied before she kissed you again.

“Of course.”

Now with enough lubrication, she turned the vibrator onto a low setting, pressing it up against your already sensitive clit. Immediately, your hands came down from their place above your head, and she chuckled.

“No. I told you where those go.” She said teasingly, holding them up above your head. “I might have to punish you for that.”

She then pushed the head of the vibrator into your entrance, watching you squirm a bit more with glee. Your legs were spread out as she sat between them, unable to do anything except wrap around her if you wished.

“God, you’re so hot when you squirm.” She grinned, pushing it in a bit more before pressing it right where she knew your g-spot was.

“Mistress!” You moaned out loudly, taking gasping breaths.

You fidgeted and tried to get away, but she held you steady. She let go of your arms to brush your clit with her thumb and you were almost thrown over the edge and slammed into the river below.

“Please! Please can I cum?” You begged.

“Wait.” She said, leaning in to pinch your nipples with the clamps. She turned off the vibrator, smirking to herself as she saw you relax.

“Take some breaths, milaya.”

You did as asked, taking some deep breaths even if they shuddered. “Okay. I’m ready.”

She leaned in and gently sank her fangs into your neck, ready to throw you over the edge as quickly as she could. With her enhanced abilities, she turned the vibrator back on and began to slam it against your g-spot, almost abusing the power it gave her over you.

“Oh God!” You cried out, your legs shaking before you tightened them around Natasha’s waist.

“Cum for me.” Natasha murmured against your skin, tasting the second rush of endorphins in your blood.

You mewled out an incredibly submissive sound, almost like a whine but squeakily. Your hips stuttered on the vibrating dildo, heavy breaths moving your chest up and down greatly.

“O-Orange! Orange!” You said, and she turned off the vibrator and let everything calm down. She removed the nipple clamps, guessing that they were an added factor you weren’t expecting.

“There we go, milaya. Such a good girl for me.” She cooed, pulling away from your neck and licking up the blood dripping down her chin.

She waited patiently for you to breathe through the intense orgasmic pleasure, watching your behaviour markers until she was happy. She leaned back in and gently kissed you. “How was that?”

“I-Intense.” You stammered before sighing. “But good. Really good.”

She grinned, removing your blindfold. “You have one more thing to do tonight. I told you we’d only stop until you made me cum.”

You nodded, remembering it. “Y-Yeah. I remember you saying that, Mistress.” She gently shook her head, correcting you on the name. “The BDSM is going away now. It’s just Natty or Natasha now, angel.”

You nodded again, feeling a bit lightheaded in the brain. “So… what did you want me to do?”

She smirked lightly. “Your favourite thing - eat me out.”

Your eyes lit up and you nodded eagerly, but she put her hand on top of your cuffed ones. “But… the vibrator stays in. On a low setting, but it stays in.”

“Okay. Okay okay okay.” You giggled, watching her unlock the cuffs and turn on the vibrator again before you basically tackled her and pushed her down on the bed.

You grinned as you saw how wet she was, immediately licking a stripe up her puffy labia. “So good. You’re the undead, how do you taste so good?” You moaned softly.

She lightly gripped your hair and smirked. “I was turned during sex, baby girl. I’ll taste this good forever.”

“Good god.” You hummed, suckling at her clit for a moment before delving two fingers into her core.

“Ungh…” She groaned, gripping your hair slightly tighter.

She pushed her legs over your shoulders, the sides of her thighs brushing against your face. In and out, a steady rhythm you built. You knew how Natasha worked, more than anyone else did. You knew her heart, mind and soul.

And now you knew her body like the back of your hand.

“I-I’m gonna… cum soon…” She panted.

“Good. I wanna taste you.” You muttered, putting another finger in and upping the pace.

With three more loud groans, her grip on your hair tightened to the maximum and she came on your face, a small squirt of her cum landing as a dollop on your tongue. You eagerly licked up everything until she firmly pushed you off, covering her swollen pussy.

“Far out, you’re like a fresh vampire except it’s cum that you want, not blood.” She chuckled, a sheen of sweat over her body.

You grinned, licking up the residue on your lips before kissing her. You felt fatigue start to crawl over your body, having already reduced your legs to jelly. “Clean up time?” You asked.

She nodded, kissing you once more before she picked you up and took you to the bathroom. Whilst you soaked in the bath, she cleaned up the bed, thankful for putting down towels beforehand. Soon, she joined you, washing over your body with her hands.

“Natty?” You looked up at her.

“Yes, my beautiful girl?” She smirked, gently kissing your neck.

“Today was lovely.” You commented.

“Indeed it was. You have given a lot to me today, entertained a lot of me as well. Letting me pay for you, show you off in your beautiful suit…” She grinned, kissing your forehead as she brought you out of the bed.

She dried you down and put you in some pyjamas of hers before pulling you to the bed, laying you down next to her. Natasha was an expert of aftercare, having practised for centuries, and rested your head on her shoulder as she gently ran her fingers over your body.

“Goodnight, my tasty treat.” She kissed your temple before gently humming a 14th century lullaby.

“Goodnight…” You mumbled, nuzzling into her as you fell asleep.

A/N: No part 2. :)

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pablitogavii · 10 months

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Breakfast

Summary: Pablo having a hard time waking you up..SUPER CUTE! <3

Warnings: slightly smutty ;)

You were not a big morning person but since you started dating Pablo, you really enjoyed getting on his nerve as he tries to wake you up in the morning.

Pablo was naturally an early riser with his trainings happening before 8 o'clock every day but his girl always is such a whining mess whenever he tries to make her get up before 11 o'clock.

"Amoor? It's time to wake up princesa.." Pablo moved towards you kissing the side of your neck to your shoulder as you cuddled up further into the blankets whining at his request.

"Typical!" Pablo thought to himself pulling you back trying to get under the blanket with you but you cuddled up not letting him touch you because you didn't want to wake up.

"Oh come on now..let me hold you preciosa" Pablo pouted knowing that is your weak spot and you groaned letting him join you underneath the covers as he pulled you to lay on top of him.

"You're so grumpy in the morning amorcito.." Pablo giggled kissing your hair line and then raising your chin to finally leave a kiss on your hungry lips.

"Am not!" you said and he chuckled nodding his head and kissing you a few more times until you hid your face into his neck.

"Yeah, clearly.." he said tickling you a bit and you whined telling him to stop and trying to move away but he held you in place on top of him.

"And where do you think you're going nena??" Pablo teased knowing that you were very much sleepy and grumpy but not caring cause he is getting you up one way or another.

"Back to sleep!" you tried to fight again but he wouldn't let go making you sigh in annoyance cuddling into him and closing your eyes determined to get more sleep.

"Mm I think we should have some breakfast huh??" Pablo spoke playing with your hair which only lulled you back to sleep as you shook your head whining when he stopped and moved his hand away. You reached out for his hand putting it back in your hair but he refused to move.

"Fine!!!! I'll have breakfast if you play with my hair for five more minutes!" you said and he started massaging your scalp again making you sigh in content and kiss the top of your head.

"It's been five minutes nena?" Pablo smirked knowing that you were so close to fall asleep and that he just woke you up again making you of course whine.

"You're lucky you're so cute right now or I would fight you.." Pablo giggled laying you down and hovering above you before leaning down and capturing your lips.

"Mmm let me sleep Pablito!" you moved your face to the side and Pablo used the opportunity to kiss the side of your neck which tickled and made you snake your arms around his neck and pull him down on top of you.

"Princesa, I need to get ready for training and have some breakfast" Pablo smirked trying to pull away but your hands were snaked around his neck and he held himself on top of you with raised eyebrows.

"Mm you can have breakfast here.." you smile feeling your cheeks blush when he smirked nodding his head and starting to touch your legs and slowly opening them up.

"Mm I don't know..are you nutritious?" he smirked starting to kiss down your stomach looking up and waiting for a response.

"Muy.." you say and he smirked continued to kiss lower.

"And are you tasty??" he smirked finally reaching your panties kissing them once before pulling away teasingly and you whined nodding your head.

"Soo tasty amor.." you moan and he smirked nodding his head and taking them off slowly before moving up and catching your lips as you both smile mischievously into the kiss.

"How do you always get what you want huh??" he asked after pulling away and you ran your hands through his hair smirking and kissing his lips quickly.

"Mm I have you wrapped around my little finger golden boy" you wink and he smirked nodding his head and kissing your deeply before finally moving down to have him "breakfast'" ;)

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fayes-fics · 7 months

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Enthralled

Pairings: Vampire!Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader x Thomas Dorset

Summary: You and your new husband invite a handsome stranger to your rooms, but all is not as it seems...

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, MMF threesome, dom/sub undertones, bisexual male characters, slash content, oral sex (f to m, m to m, m to f) blow jobs, deepthroat w smidge of breathplay, facesitting, edging/orgasm control, vaginal sex, anal sex, simultaneous penetration, multiple orgasms, biting, bloodplay, blood-drinking.

Word Count: 9k

Authors Note: The reader remix of this story. A gothic-ish Halloween threesome with Vampire!Benedict. This is my first foray into writing slash content. If you are looking for a plot or backstory, this will likely disappoint; it's just an excuse for vaguely spooky, unrelenting smut - I cannot celebrate a holiday any other way lol. I wanted to choose a minor show character as the husband, and Dr Dorset screams secretly adventurous to me. Please heed the warnings above; this is pretty full-on. If you proceed, I hope you enjoy! <3

Credits: Thanks to @colettebronte for advice and betaing and @eleanor-bradstreet for her Vampiric expertise. Artwork includes edits made weeks ago for this story by our dearly departed @bridgertontess. Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Benedict smells it long before he ever sees you.

Fresh blood, sweet young bodies in the flushes of arousal; it makes him hungry in every sense of the word. The almost painful need to feast and fuck. He inhales deep, lewdly, letting the tempting scents fill his being. He pulls on his cloak and goes out to find you.

—

Mrs Dorset.

You practice the name, sitting at the vanity table of your rooms at the inn, feeling cosy in the soft candlelight glow as the autumnal wind howls portentously beyond the window. The quill scratches the paper as you loop the letters, learning the structure of your new name as it flows under your hand.

“What are you doing, my love?” Thomas rounds behind you, returning to your rooms with steaming hot tea as promised.

“I am practising my new name,” you reply proudly, twisting to look up at your husband of merely two days as he places aside the tea tray, squeezing your shoulders lightly.

“Oh, I see, that is… well, that is wonderful,” his cadence wavering. It seems as if he is embarrassed at how something as simple as your desire to write his name could make him burn physically, the glistening, dark, looped strokes causing a primal wash of possession. His fingers flex instinctually, mapping your collarbone, your flesh irresistible under his fingertips. You squeak as he rocks his body into your back, something insistent pressing into your spine.

“Husband,” you drawl, meeting his eye in the vanity mirror. “Are you aroused?” Your question isn't judgemental, but pure curiosity and desire, leaning back into him.

“Yes, darling wife. You have my name. It is…. Appealing,” he answers honestly, a touch winded, his fingers trailing lower over your warm skin onto the swell of your breast.

Your eyes flash in the reflection, and then suddenly, you spin around on the stool and bury your face into his trousers, nuzzling his hardness. His growl is deep and wracked. So utterly undone by how forthright you can be with your intentions.

You look up at him, fluttering your eyelids as you pluck open his trousers determinedly, push down his underwear, and wrap your hands around the back of his thighs to draw him even closer. Immediately you encase his tasty warm cock in your mouth, so very keen for him.

He groans to the ceiling as if disbelieving in his luck.

—

Benedict finds himself outside the quaint country inn barely a quarter mile from his country home. No wonder he could smell it so strong.

As he stares up at a mullioned window, russet leaves swirling around his feet on this cold, crisp night, he sees the glowing candlelight signifying the room’s occupation. Indeed, it is the only one lit as such on the first floor. He surmises the couple are likely newlyweds, perhaps passing through the area on their honeymoon—the first ones who have done so since he was turned a few months back.

While he has trained himself on the scent of the people in the proximal area and taught himself they are not food, he is powerless to resist this. Them. From scent alone, they are in their twenties, and right now, they are engaging in something carnal. He can smell ripe juices swirling in the air along with the thronging of their hearts, blood coursing. It makes his cock strain painfully against the wool of his britches.

He never used to be like this—a creature of such base instinct. Yes, when human, he had his fair share of lovers of all persuasions, but it had been an occasional bacchanalian indulgence. Now. Now, he can barely contain himself. His tongue licks around the point of his fang, tasting the air, knowing without a doubt they will be under his thrall within moments of meeting and lost in a temporary reverie of how he will enjoy them.

—

“Y/n….” it��s throaty, raw, wrecked, a hand buried in your locks.

His taste is strong in your mouth as Thomas flops back upon the bed, utterly sated after he finds completion. You had pushed him backwards from the vanity table onto the edge of the bed and sunk to your knees before him, eagerly taking him into your mouth, motions wanton, brazen, your skill and enthusiasm blossoming under his few days of tutelage. Learning his body and needs; learning to use your tongue in ways that make him breathless and unerringly grateful.

You delicately wipe your chin of his seed with a handkerchief and rise to your feet as gracefully as you can as he lays there panting, staring at the velvet drapes over the four-poster bed, his mind blanked out from pleasure.

“Husband,” you coo in a light tease, “I do believe it is now time we took dinner; 'tis nearing 7pm.”

Thomas pouts, looking as if he wants to feast only upon you, not mere food. The grumble in his stomach, though, gives away his status, and your giggle makes him sit up reluctantly, tucking himself back into his trousers and righting his clothes.

“I suppose sustenance is required,” he smiles indulgently, standing up and wrapping you in his arms. “If only to provide energy for our later activities,” he adds teasingly into your ear; a light shiver runs through your being as he says it.

“Then let us eat, Dr Dorset,” you murmur into his jaw, running a hand down his waistcoat. Feeling light as air, you gigglingly tumble down the hallway and staircase to the public house below, wrapped up in each other’s arms, barely noticing the tall, cloaked figure as it slips in through the main door.

—

Benedict nods to Jenkins, the publican and innkeeper behind the bar; locals always having an open invitation to drink and dine any night of the week. Tonight, the public house is deserted save for a regular - drunkard Willie, propping up the corner of the bar as ever - and the newlywed couple now ensconced in an alcove by the roaring fireplace.

He sets eyes upon you both properly, and his insides almost feel warm. You are both beautiful in ways that make him ache. The man is tall, fair of face and built handsomely. You are just his type of woman physically with a spirited mien that looks like you would be the very best kind of challenge to tame. He longs to strip you both naked and run his tongue down your healthy contours, revel in your bodies, coursing with life.

Taking the brandy awaiting him on the bar, he glides towards you, flicking up his velvet collar as he does so, knowing of his powers and how to wield them to his advantage when needs must.

“Welcome to Wiltshire,” his opening gambit, smooth and dusky, raising his glass.

Both you and Thomas look up, startled at a handsome stranger’s interruption to your intimate conversation. Still, Benedict doesn't miss for a second how both of your eyes dilate rapidly.

“Thank you, kind sir,” Thomas Dorset stumbles, raising his glass without thought in a silent responding toast.

“Please call me Benedict. May I join you?” his ask is unfaulteringly polite, but with a lopsided grin, he has long learned is his ticket to everything he may want in this world.

Dorset immediately gestures for him to do so, despite himself, and Benedict slides smoothly onto the bench seat across from them with a dramatic swish of his ample velvet cloak.

“And you are?” he smiles at you both expectantly.

“Oh, where are my manners!?” Thomas decries as if snapping back to reality. “I am Dr Thomas Dorset, and this,” his arm wraps tighter around your shoulders, “is my wonderful new wife, Mrs y/n Dorset.”

You smile at Benedict; he can sense your apprehension at this stranger joining them but also hears your heart fluttering just a fraction harder as he meets your gaze. Can smell the uptick in your bodily response, a new tang to your natural scent that speaks of piqued interest. He knows with just a few well-deployed lingering looks and chosen words, he could throw you over the table right here in front of your husband and fuck you so well you would beg him for more. Again, he is grateful for the cloak he wears, hiding the bulge in his clothing that has barely slaked since your arrival to the area.

“It is so wonderful to meet you both,” he drawls, running a finger over his bottom lip to draw attention to his mouth. If you stare long enough, the thrall will be so easy. “What brings you to our fine village?”

“We are passing through on our way to Cornwall for our honeymoon,” Dorset confirms what Benedict already suspected.

“This is rather off the beaten path to such a place,” Benedict states dryly with a wink, knowing he is reeling you in with every word he utters.

“Indeed,” Thomas concedes, “my new wife insisted we come via this route to allow us to call upon her sister during our journey.”

Benedict smiles, subtly scenting your bodies as you and Thomas lean in without realising, falling under his spell.

“Well then, I insist I purchase your dinner and drinks this evening,” he declares, watching bemused as you both attempt to remonstrate. “I will not accept no for an answer,” he appends, victory glowing as you acquiesce, not realising this will be the first of many permissions you will grant him tonight, all being well.

—

You chew upon the venison slowly, one eye on your additional party, still unsure why he has chosen to join you and, indeed, pay for your meal when he apparently is not eating himself. Engaging you in conversation that seems peculiarly beguiling and dangerous all at once.

He is undoubtedly attractive. Hazy blue eyes under a mass of chestnut hair, a pale-skinned face with exquisite sharp lines. Feeling guilty to admit it silently, you find him just as attractive as your husband, maybe more so—something so hypnotic in how he holds himself, moves, and speaks. Finding yourself drawn to him, a stirring in your underwear that you swear he can sense. Every time a little frisson runs through your body, his head unerringly swings towards you, a slight curl in his luscious lip, like he is smelling your arousal and thinks it the tastiest treat in the world.

You could swear he is trying to steal you from your husband - and to your horror, you realise you would absolutely let him - except… his attention is just as rapt upon Thomas. Benedict’s gaze is just as covetous when he speaks. His tongue flicks the corner of his mouth as your husband casually leans back and crosses his legs—as if Benedict is scenting his body, too. It's confusing but intoxicating, as if your wine is laced with a far more potent substance.

—

Benedict knows he has won you both over before you put down your dessert spoons, now hanging on his every word.

“Let us repair to somewhere more intimate for a nightcap,” he suggests, and your joint responding consent is instant. “How about your rooms here at the Inn?”

Were you in your sound, sober minds, it seems unlikely you would invite a stranger to your rooms, but as it is, you enthusiastically do. Benedict snags the remainder of the brandy bottle from the bar as he settles the bill.

“Friends of yours?” Jenkins frowns, vaguely intrigued.

“Everyone is a friend yet to be made, Jenkins,” Benedict answers, intentionally vague.

Jenkins rolls his eyes. “Bloody poets…” he is heard to mutter under his breath, but Benedict lets it pass. If the man invoked the name Byron, perhaps he wouldn't have. Might have stolen a chicken or two from the coup outside to exsanguinate in revenge.

Benedict trails behind you, both pleasantly inebriated now, holding the wood panelling as you negotiate the narrow corridors of the inn to your rooms, inhibitions lowered. He knows you are just in that sweet spot where you will be so open to suggestions but not so out of your minds to be a pointless fuck, unable to respond. There is nothing less appealing to him than a lifeless, limp, unconscious being. Yes, easy to feed upon, perhaps, but no challenge. The only thrill he gets these days is that of the chase. Of the crackling potential of any moment, human hearts beating wildly in his presence, blood pumping hard—that is what brings him exhilaration.

—

Dorset fumbles the heavy iron key in the lock, leaning into you as you giggle along with him. The attractive, imposing man stood patiently behind you, seemingly sober, which is impressive given he drank more than you both. Still unsure what is possessing him to allow this, Thomas nevertheless feels compelled to do this man’s bidding, to allow this whatever he wishes.

It may be a secret he has kept from you, but Dorset is not immune to the charms of a handsome man. In his youthful days at Cambridge, he had many a clandestine encounter with his fellow students. Late drunken nights of experimentation. He knows the power of a man’s touch, enjoying the taboo feeling of being taken roughly, clawing the mattress as he is mounted without mercy. A man's body may differ greatly from a woman’s, but it is no less of an attractive wonderland.

Little does he know just how soon you will learn of that predilection.

—

You twirl around the room as the men take a seat and pour more liquor, feeling ebullient, basking in the heat of the fire on this cold autumn night, dizzy and fizzling with energy. You feel the gaze of both men, knowing both track your moments from the wingtip chairs they inhabit. Your insides feel ripe and pulpy, compelling you to be daring, a peculiar impulse to strip and dance naked in front of them.

There must have been something in my drink. Surely?

Your husband interrupts just as you think to act.

“Darling, come sit with us,” Thomas appeals, patting his knee enticingly.

He would never typically invite you to sit upon him in the company of a stranger, but everything about tonight feels different, so you allow yourself to be swept into it. To see what may arise with the handsome, mysterious visitor.

You float over and sigh as you fall into Thomas’ lap, the heat of his leg seeping through your dress, warming your bottom. He pulls you snugly into his lap, bumping a stirring hardness and without a doubt, you know this evening will go somewhere you never expected…. And yet, you can't wait for it to do so.

“Isn't my wife beautiful?” Dorset slurs, his breath hot on your ear, turning you both to face Benedict in the chair next to you as if he is seeking his approval for his choice of spouse.

“Indeed she is,” Benedict responds, dark and silky, a shiver tracing down your spine as he voices it. “As are you handsome, good sir,” he adds, and you know they are very much out of your depth as you feel the same shudder pass through your husband's being beneath you.

Oh, good lord, who is this man?

—

Benedict sees you reacting to his voice, sees the ripple in your beings, hears it in your breathing, and knows he has you fully enthralled. You are his to do precisely as he wants now. Tumbling images flash through his mind as to how he can have both of your bodies—sweat and skin, blood and bone, moving together in a carnal symphony.

His instinct is to take you and then your husband. He can see the willingness there, but he’ll need more enticing to allow that dormant flame to be relit. Perhaps watching you, his new wife, give yourself so readily will be just the nudge he needs to submit, also.

So when Thomas turns to Benedict, offering you on the plate that is his lap, he decides this is the moment to strike. Downing the rest of his glass, he stands and tugs at the string of his velvet cape, which falls to the floor with a heavy whump… to reveal his fitted cropped jacket and tight britches, tailored in black fabric like a second skin, giving away everything about what he has to offer.

He hears your sharp inhales at the unmistakable tented outline.

“Desire is such a funny thing, is it not?” he rumbles, moving closer, and your legs fall apart on instinct, the air suddenly filled with a potent scent of your arousal that makes his tongue itch to taste.

“In what way?” Thomas hitches, his hands grabbing your waist reflexively as Benedict can hear his heartbeat in his breathy cadence.

“You both want me, and yet you offer your wife to me first,” Benedict assesses cooly, raising an eyebrow as he takes a step closer, watching you squirm as your eyes are transfixed on his cock.

“I did nothing of the sor…” Thomas’s response dies on the spot as one long, slender finger lands on his lips, hushing him, a sharp fingernail resting under his nose.

“We both know you did,” Benedict argues laconically, “And lucky for you…” Benedict almost chuckles as you gasp when his other hand cups your jaw. “…She wants me too. Right now, her thighs are soaked with delicious slickness; I can smell it,” he states casually, holding you both.

“Is that true?” Thomas inquires, side-eying you but not moving under Benedict's finger.

“Yes,” you exhale shakily, unable to peel your gaze from Benedict's face now he has tilted your jaw up to him. “I want him, husband,” you confess raggedly, not knowing why you are voicing it. “And I want you to watch, to participate.”

Benedict chuckles again. “Of course, you do, little one. You love him, even if you are tempted by the fruit of another.” He traces a knuckle down over your chin, your throat, where your pulse is beating wildly, pausing on your clavicle. You know your eyes are wide and beseeching, begging for more.

Benedict swings his gaze to Thomas, then leans in. “If you truly love your wife, you will kiss me right now,” he taunts, his lips hovering so close, “give her a good show; I need her trembling before I take her.”

Come on, sweet prince, dance with me.

—

Thomas can barely comprehend what is transpiring. But he doesn't want to fight it. The man’s finger is cool on his lip as he poses the question. You are writhing deliciously in his lap, making his cock swell painfully against the cleft of your bottom. The next decision is inevitable, fated.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

He gently purses his lips and gives permission by bussing a featherlight kiss onto Benedict’s finger. The predatory smile that unfurls across the man’s face doesn't seem human, more akin to creature than man.

Then his jaw is tilted back, and his world swims as the man closes the few inches between their faces and kisses him. It's biting, hungry, desperate. A skilled tongue rolls over his, and Thomas feels a groan bubble up from deep inside. Possessed, overwhelmed, taken. Benedict tastes like sin but something odd like decay, too, at the edges of the fragrant brandy—some tart undercurrent that is wholly otherworldly and unnerving.

Thomas feels as much as he hears your moan. Feels the weight of your gaze glued to their faces, no doubt seeing a peak of their tongues entwining. Feels the weight of your body in his lap, moving rhythmically, grinding insistently, tilting your hips forward brazenly to drag your clit over the creases in his trousers. Your shameless want and desire are potent and arousing. Even as Benedict’s kiss steals his breath, a faint voice in his head gnaws about your actions being as inexplicable as his, but it's mostly drowned out by the roar of blood pumping hard in his system, seeming so loud around this man, as if he is in tune with it somehow.

As Benedict pulls back, Thomas's vision swims, awash with sensation. He watches, dazed, as the pale man turns and captures your mouth just as covetously.

—

You have only known the passionate kiss of one man—your husband. Yet a mere three days after your first mind-blowing experience of that, you have another first. Your first kiss with another, a whole other creature, not that you can likely comprehend. Unaware of the dance with death.

When Benedict turns and seizes your lips, you peep in surprise. But he swallows the noise, opening your mouth with his tongue, the kiss instantly intense. It's more of a take than the pliant dance you usually share with Thomas. A plundering that floods your senses and steals every breath from your lungs leaving you feeling shaky, unmoored, and taken somewhere dark that is metallic and brimstone. His kiss seems at once ephemeral and infinite. No wonder your husband looked dazed. As Benedict withdraws, the smile on his face is rapacious.

He suddenly pulls both of you to your feet, like ragdolls for him to puppet. Wrapping you up in a joint embrace, he whispers for you both to strip before releasing you just as swiftly, taking a seat on the edge of the imposing bed. As if in a trance, you begin undoing your own clothing.

“Nuh-uh,” Benedict clucks, holding a halting hand that you instantly obey. “Undress each other, my precious ones,” he elucidates, wanting a show.

Your heart thrums as you turn to your husband and he to you. Invisible strings seem to direct your frantic movements as you paw at each other, fabrics tearing in your swift pursuit of skin. You only stop panting wildly and staring when nothing is left, both frowning in confusion at the flurry and intensity of it.

What on earth just happened?

Uncertainty roils oleaginous in your stomach as if, on a gut level, your body is trying to send a warning signal. Still, at the same time, it feels detached and far away, as if your mind is in another realm, a place of edgy desire and boundless pleasure.

—

“Well, that was quite the brief show,” Benedict pipes up, bemused. “Not that I am complaining,” he adds, smirking, his eyes raking you both greedily as he runs a casual finger down his cheek.

Your bodies are ideal, as he suspected. The man is tall and lithe, not unlike himself, his skin pale and smooth, his cock, aroused and leaking, springing from a small thatch of hair that tapers to a narrow point under his belly button. So far, so similar. His cock is nice, sizeable but not intimidating, and weirdly he feels pleased for the woman. It is not as good as his cock; he's a Bridgerton, for Pete's sake, but entirely up for the task of bringing satisfaction to anyone who interacts with it. You are his ideal shape, your contours reminding him of a violin. And such an apt metaphor, your strings so ripe to be plucked, to be properly played, perhaps for the first time.

But mostly, what he tastes thick in the air of the heated room is your fluids. The rush of fresh blood pumping vigorously from your hearts, pulses elevated by the thrall. Sticky, sweet, and life-giving for him and you both. He is so glad he feasted on local farmstock before picking up your scent; otherwise, you would both be dead right now at his feet, lifeless and pale, every drop coursing through his mouth and swirling in his stomach like the indulgent meal your very hearty lifeforce represents. His hunger is slaked just enough that lust is his primary driver, at least for now.

He opens his mouth, engaging all the olfactory senses like a feline. Since he passed, his ability to pick up scents has been both a blessing and a curse, but right now, the best possible outcome from the dreaded experience.

Thomas’ precum is deliciously sharp, perhaps a shade too much. Benedict makes a mental note to offer him the luxury of some pineapple should this entanglement last longer than tonight, with them both still upon this mortal plain. You would undoubtedly be grateful for the improvement in his flavour, too.

As for you… his mouth froths. Your scent is sin itself to him, honeyed but also sharp like an undeveloped apple still clinging to the tree. A swirl of flavour in the air so plush, it takes all his willpower not to throw you to the ground and drink from between your legs. Knowing it would only take a blip, a momentary loss of careful control, to sink in his fangs, mixing your juices with your blood, what an absolute symphony of flavour that would be.

He realises he is staring at you both, panting lasciviously, lost in the jumble of scent and potential. You awaiting his next order, not even realising yourselves in suspended animation.

“Dorset, lie in the middle of the bed,” Benedict orders gruffly, drawing himself to his feet and standing aside.

Thomas does as bidden, his cock bobbing as he climbs onto the raised mattress and settles as instructed, looking at Benedict bright-eyed, awaiting any subsequent command.

“Watch me,” Benedict tutors you, then he crawls over your husband and, without preamble, takes the man's cock deep into his mouth as Thomas howls like he did for you earlier tonight.

—

Thomas almost hits the ceiling as his cock is suddenly surrounded by strong suction, vacuumed into Benedict's mouth. In fact, Benedict keeps sinking, and Thomas pants in shock as his tip slides into the man’s throat, something he has not had in many a year. The tightness, the pure depth of sensation. It seems strange the man does not need to take a breath or even fight as if there is air in his lungs, but dammit all to hell if this isn't already the most exquisite blow job of his entire life. Benedict apparently has no gag reflex; holding him deep, a mind-bogglingly long tongue unfurls to curl around his balls and lick covetously, a wet muscular stroke over his most sensitive skin that has his fingers curling into the sheets. He cannot school the booming, guttural groan. If he had not come merely an hour ago, thanks to his dearest you, he would likely be embarrassingly close to orgasm already; this man’s skill stupendous, another edge that doesn't seem human.

Thomas looks over frantically to you, his eyes bulging in shock, and he groans again at the sight of you. Your mouth hung open, lips rosy and damp, you have your fingers buried between your legs now, and there is a faint, lewd, wet sound as you invade your cunt with your fingers, just as he taught you on your wedding night. The sight before you is too beautiful and arousing to resist; you know your nipples are puckered, and Thomas’s tongue longs to run over them.

He wants to fuck and be fucked, sandwiched between you, his ravishing vixen of a wife, and this devil of a man, sucking his very life essence via his cock, intent on draining him dry. Just as Thomas feels a flush all over his body and a tightening in his sac, Benedict pulls up and away, smirking victoriously as he twists towards you, ignoring Thomas’ huffed, wretched pleas.

No! No, please, please do not leave me in this state!

—

You self-consciously whip your hands away from between your legs, and your eyes cut to Benedict as he addresses you.

“That is how you ensure your husband here never leaves you, little one,” he coos, running a thumb provocatively around his drooped lower lip, licking his thumbpad of every flavour. “Now it's your turn; show me what you can do.”

Benedict reaches out a draped hand. You take it, his touch light, helping you hop onto the bed to join them. He snatches your other hand and brings the fingers you had buried in your cunt up to his nose, sniffing lewdly.

Oh my god, this man is feral.

“I'm glad you enjoyed the show so much,” he smirks, running his nose up and down each digit. “Now I am going to taste you, darling girl,” it's low, akin to a threat. “You will sit on my face as you take his cock in your mouth, but do not let him come. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” you breathe, scarcely believing what he says. Benedict scowls slightly as he drops your hand.

“Don't call me sir, call me Count,” he snaps.

“Yes, Count,” you amend dutifully, and his smile, yet again, is devilish.

“Good, now ensure your husband is mindless with need while I provide you the same favour,” he purrs and slides under you with balletic grace.

Butterflies roar in your stomach as you feel the sharpness of Benedict's cheekbone press the skin of your inner thighs, draping yourself forward into your husband’s lap and tentatively licking a strip up his weeping cock as he mumbles your name weakly and moans.

Then you scream as a muscular tongue parts your folds with a force Thomas has never subjected you to. Whip-like, lashing your swollen clit with determined spirals before plunging lower and pushing far into your cunt, further than your husband's tongue has ever dared. Your groan is smothered as you take Thomas’ tip into your mouth, needing the distraction. Benedict’s hands grasp your hips and pull you down forcefully onto his face, his nose jammed against your pubic bone. Thomas has never been this engaged, devouring, a violent delight. You garble a curse around the cock, hurtling towards ecstasy as Thomas’ whole body tenses under you.

“Don't let him come,” Benedict reminds, words gusting hot over your slit, sensing what the man’s body signifies better than you do.

You pull off and breathe raggedly, staring up at your husband’s wrecked pleading face, where he leans on the headboard.

What is this? You mouth at him, nearly scared of how good it feels to ride Benedict's face so brazenly.

—

“Do not stop; use him, darling,” Thomas practically snarls through gritted teeth.

He is utterly enthralled by seeing another man taking you somewhere wild and untamed. The look of equal parts shock, fear and bewildered pleasure on your face is a picture he wants to remember forever.

He groans as you follow his advice, wrapping a hand loosely around his cock, a tease that makes his brain itch, as you concentrate on riding Benedict's invasive tongue, biting your lip, moaning vocally.

Yes, this is the best kind of sin.

Thomas mutters words, barely cognisant of what but compelled to urge you on. To take from this mysterious man so willing to give to you both, so far asking nothing in return, still fully clothed himself.

The jagged edge of his denied orgasm licks insistently at his mind, begging for release but paradoxically wallowing in the jangling ache of being so close but denied. Making him unable to think straight. As a doctor, he usually prides himself on keeping a cool head when all around may lose theirs, but tonight…. Tonight feels so peculiar. Out of the ordinary, out of control, out of his mind. And somehow craving carnality like a bestial creature, clawing at the bed, watching you be debauched by the same man who made him equally mindless.

—

Benedict cannot get enough. This wondrous pair. The husband was so responsive to his throat, and now you are bewitched just the same. Writhing your nub shamelessly over the tip of his nose, your juices trickling copiously down his nostrils to coat his throat as he plunges and twists his tongue inside you.

He wants you both so close to ecstasy, so close you can almost taste it, but not let you just yet. The thrill of how utterly base a human can be when dangling over the edge of lust fascinated him before… but now? Now, it’s his primary driver—to make a beast out of man, woman, any human, for them to feel one ounce of what he can. That heightened state when you crave something—so frenzied every base instinct emerges, shows your true nature: growling, greedy, hungry.

So when he feels the telltale ripplings in your cunt, he rapidly withdraws, and as predicted, you cry out, the sound ringing up the walls. He smirks, grazing your inner thigh with his fangs, the urge to sink into your soft skin and drink your other crimson nectar thronging in him.

Not yet, not yet.

The calm voice centres him, even as you keep moving, attempts to frottage yourself vigorously over his face, whimpering, desperate to push over the edge you are circling.

“Shh shh, sweet one,” he soothes, pulling out from under you as you pant wildly.

His hand rests on your lumbar spine to quell you. You slow, whimpering, collapsing forward, burying your face in your husband's lap, his cock leaking on your cheek, your hips swaying in the air. Both of you are shaking, sweaty and overwhelmed.

That’s it; we are getting there now, my darlings.

—

This doesn't feel right.

That voice is whispering again, but Thomas brushes it aside, ravenous, rooted in his body. Yearning to know what is next, a willing marionette in this sinful theatrical.

His mouth goes dry as he watches Benedict slide off the end of the bed and tug at his clothing, buttons popping open until lithe alabaster skin glows in the soft, flickering firelight. Shadows play over lean, muscled torso. He is beautiful: lean, virtually hairless, carved like a marble statue, just as pale and smooth. In fact, his beauty seems too ethereal, like his skin is no longer capable of tanning in sunlight. Still, Thomas longs to touch him, run his tongue over the sharp lines, and kiss every stunning contour.

“Y/n…” Thomas softly shakes your shoulder as you are still whimpering facedown in his lap. When you weakly raise your head, he nods for you to turn over and see the show you have been missing, Benedict now reaching for the buttons on his britches.

Lethargically, you flip over, your head cradled in Thomas’ lap as your eyes fall upon the man, and you inhale sharply. Benedict seemingly stares you both down as he lowers his britches, a smirk on his face entirely immodest. And when the material relents, you understand why.

Thomas’ cock pulses against your neck at the sight. He knows you have seen precisely one cock in your life, his, and this may come as a shock. It's larger and prettier, objectively than his own. You nuzzle him, biting your lip as you twist to look back up at him, eyes wide with concern.

“You can take it, darling,” he reassures, intuiting your apprehension as his knuckles brush calmingly over your cheek.

”As will you,” Benedict adds darkly, addressing Thomas. You watch your husband visibly gulp. Then you do the same, tongue feeling too large in your mouth, as Benedict mounts the bed and crawls predatory over your body, a sinful, crooked smile that is at once gorgeous and scary, that cock bobbing ominously as he draws nearer.

—

You feel butterflies under your ribs, unable to look away from his cock, suddenly nervous about the idea he might fuck you. Thomas is a perfect fit; it never hurts and feels designed to bring you gratification, but that?

It might be too much.

“Don't pretend you don't want me, little one,” Benedict boasts, edged with a darkness that is almost chilling.

“I-I do,” you stutter, unable not to speak the truth, your legs falling wider open reflexively.

“I know, I could smell you from 500 yards away; it drew me in like a clarion call,” he sighs wistfully, and it doesn't sound like he is exaggerating.

Benedict roughly grabs both of your legs and pushes them up and apart, making you gasp. Leaning over, he draws Thomas into a sinful kiss above you, making you mewl slightly at the sight, a burn in your tendons from the position, head now pulled out of Thomas’s lap onto the mattress.

“Hold her ankles,” Benedict orders over Thomas’s lips, gesturing to take over the hold. “Keep her wide and open for me, my prince,” he purrs as he leans away to slide a pillow under your shoulders, your head tilted backwards.

“Why like this?” you ask falteringly, feeling odd staring at Thomas's thigh upside down.

“So your husband can easily use your mouth as I fuck you, little one,” he explains calmly, hands now raking your flesh as he pulls you into position.

Nerves flare brightly in your belly, Thomas’s grip around your ankles harsh as he holds you so wide open. Then, there is intense pressure around your weeping hole. You whimper, your body quivering at Benedict’s attempted entry. He reaches up and touches your temple with two fingers, and the strangest thing happens; a preternatural calm soothes your mind, breath slowing, body pliant, racing now with nothing but want.

“Good girl,” Benedict tutors as he slips inside your body, the invasion blunt, the stretch as thrilling as it is raw.

He keeps pushing, the heat and size so much you can think of nothing else, even as Thomas shuffles closer, his cock nudging your chin, also demanding entry.

For someone innocent merely days ago, you willingly, excitedly, let both men slide into you at either end, your husband stealing your breath as he invades your mouth deeply, Benedict pushing you so wide you can feel him moving below your belly button as he bottoms out.

You feel them lean in towards each other above, Thomas sliding deeper as the sound of them kissing fills the air. You ache to see them, their mouths hot and entwined, but all you can do is close your eyes, swamped in sensation, so much hypnotic heat and scent. Fingers, you don't even know whose, pinch your nipples as both whisper your praises as they start to move in tandem, rocking into and out of your body in the same rhythm. They start slow, allowing you to draw breaths around Thomas' tip before he slides deep.

The drag of Benedict’s cock makes you moan; you can feel every contour and vein, your channel clinging tight to him, a noise of slickened suction as your body struggles to accommodate him.

But they begin to move faster, and you have to breathe through your nose, the insistent press of Thomas’ balls giving you limited air. The struggle makes it heady and soporific, like you can’t get enough and wants to die right here with both men buried deep inside you. You writhe as pleasure courses in your veins. Already pushed so close to coming, pliant and obedient to their use.

—

Benedict looks down upon the filled body of the woman beneath him and groans. Your cunt, such a tight wet vice surrounding him, delicious squelching sounds as he plunders you with increasing speed. Your plush lips wrapped around your husband's cock, your throat exposed and dewy with sweat, his teeth itching to sink into the vein bulging prominently as you fight to take him as well as swallow and breathe. He can’t help but reach down and run a sharp-pointed fingernail over your diaphragm, fascinated by the play of delicate muscle and bone as you ripple under his touch.

“Such a good little thing, and only recently plucked; you are a lucky man,” Benedict opines, his voice gravelly even to his own ears, looking up again to the man in front of him.

“Yes, I am,” Thomas agrees, and Benedict sees the imploring look in his eyes, begging for another kiss.

“Come here, sweet prince,” Benedict murmurs, feeling a spike of victory as Thomas effusively leans in, lips glistening, flushed and plump.

As they kiss anew, Benedict runs a fang over that juicy lip, wanting to sink down and bite, feeling his life force pulsing so strong right there underneath ripe, fleshy fibres. Thomas's hands twine around Benedict’s neck, his tongue tentative, asking for entry, and Benedict swirls and sucks upon it greedily, only breaking when he hears your attempted gurgling of words, your hands wrapped around your husband’s fuzzy thighs, requesting reprieve.

“Slide deeper; make her take it just a touch longer,” he growls into Thomas's ear, teething his lobe. “She will be feisty, but the lack of air will deliver her so close to rapture,” he counsels as Thomas thrusts and holds still. You start to struggle with muffled calls of increasing urgency. “Now slide out,” Benedict advises moments later, and Thomas follows his bidding.

Benedict moans as your whole body judders as you gulp deep breaths. “Perfect. Oh, my prince, you should feel how tight she gets when she’s fighting to breathe; dear god, it’s the best kind of pain.” He stutters, tone deep, wrecked, stupefied by the grip of your convulsing cunt.

What a perfect little thing. I want her as mine.

—

Thomas is also panting, the tightness of your throat squeezing him so close to orgasm for what feels like countless times tonight. He falls back against the headboard instead. To watch. To watch you, his once angelic wife, be taken, wrecked, destroyed by this gorgeous creature.

Your eyes shoot open as you realise he has withdrawn.

“Husband,” you reach a shaky hand up above your head, glad when he takes it, watching your body roll with each punishing thrust Benedict takes, his eyes seemingly fixed upon the hammering pulsing in your neck as you ratchet higher, his tongue slipping out of his mouth in a wanton glistened point.

Just as you are pushing your hips into each thrust, screaming with ecstasy, Benedict pulls out, and Thomas feels your anguish as you suddenly cry out, your whole being heaving with unmet needs, eyes pleading.

“Do you miss my cock already, little one?” he preens, trailing your own musky juices over your belly as he teasingly passes his cock over your heated skin.

You nod viciously and growl, Thomas barely recognising you—a creature reborn of pure lust and submission. Craving this man in a way that makes jealousy and want war uneasily in Thomas’ gut. You have never been this feral for him, your husband, but yet he completely sympathises, feeling the same pangs of want to be taken, wrecked, destroyed endlessly by this thing resembling a man.

“Alas, that is your misfortune, my beautiful thing, for ‘tis your husband's turn now,” the cold glint in his eyes and the harsh lines of his razor-sharp cheekbone glowing as yet again he leaves you a whining, whimpering mess, your body leaking, your voice hoarse, more wild animal than woman. As Thomas lifts his gaze from you writhing to Benedict, one thought haunts his very being with a growing disquiet.

What exactly are you, if not man?

—

You feel inhuman, something clawing at the edges of your mind that feels like madness. A desire to be possessed by this man. Your insides branded as his. So when he withdraws just as you are fluttering once again, it feels like insanity, like sandpaper drags over your brain, your toes and fingers stiff from flexing so hard in utter wretchedness.

This is ecstatic torture.

“Please, my Count,” it’s forlorn, ragged, almost not recognisable as your own voice, your throat still sore from the harsh tip of your husband's cock.

“No, little one, it’s only right you should take your husband's seed, not mine,” he clucks, even as he rakes his hands covetously over your sweaty body, his tone sounding reluctant as if trying to convince himself as much as you.

“Sweet prince, claim your wife,” he calls, clamping a hand around Thomas's neck, compelling him to slide over you.

He does as bidden, and you groan as the familiar stretch of your husband's cock overtakes your senses. Not nearly as punishing or brutal as Benedict, but curved perfectly to glance at that spot inside that makes you clamp down and scream with every pass.

“Darling,” Thomas's familiar voice whispers in your ear, and it’s a balm you need, centring you on him and his lovely face, moving over you in a surging wave.

“Thomas, my love,” you call, wrapping your limbs around him and taking comfort in his embrace, his body, familiar and musky, a flavour you know well dripping on your tongue as you kiss his salty neck, mumbling encouragements, your heels digging into his bottom.

Benedict watches you from behind, and when you look beyond Thomas, you see eyes inky black with desire, fingers ghosting Thomas’s back as if wanting to flay his skin open.

“Are you ready for me, my prince?” Benedict purrs in a way that makes even you shudder, unable to look away from his tongue as it slides into Thomas’ ear.

—

Benedict reaches for the vial before Thomas even moans his weak assent. The smell of clove swirls as he unseals a small vial and pours it down Thomas’ crack.

He can taste how much Thomas wants this, a heavy fug of desire in the air that is his pheromones begging more than his words ever might.

Thomas shudders, and his movements falter as Benedict slides a finger between his cheeks and swirls the oil over his heated skin, over his puckered hole and his balls.

Benedict can feel the weight of your stare over Thomas’s shoulder. Intrigue and desire. You have likely never seen a man fuck another man. Certainly not your husband. Certainly not while he is inside you.

Little one, hold on tight.

—

Thomas is staring into your eyes when Benedict’s cock slides between his cheeks, demanding entry.

He knows he has stilled his movements, and his breathing is ragged and uneven as that long-forgotten breach occurs. He groans loudly; it's the largest he has ever had inside him, and the burn is intense.

“Are you alright, my love?” you call, holding his face delicately and stroking his cheek.

“It’s intense, my love,” he answers through gritted teeth and a shaky exhale as Benedict keeps inching slowly into him.

He’s never had his cock buried in someone while being fucked before; intense exhilaration and so much stimulation. To fuck and be fucked simultaneously.

When Benedict bottoms out, Thomas collapses onto you, his elbows sinking into the mattress under your armpits, his hands clenched in fists over your breasts.

You reach for one and pries open his fingers, silently bringing the hand to your mouth and kissing then sucking his fingers as if his cock, a tease that titillates and distracts as Benedict starts to rock in and out of him. Thomas cannot look away from your mouth, your pleading eyes no doubt telegraphing your devotion and lust.

My darling wife…

—

You feel the moment Benedict moves within your husband, his motion a catalyst to the slide of Thomas's cock within you.

He has found a way to fuck us both.

It is all your mind can think as you watch your husband's face contort a thousand ways, rapture and fear, his whole body becoming a puppet stuck between you and the Count.

“Can you feel that?” Benedict growls, staring you down, eyes black now.

“Y-Yes,” you stumble, seeing something wild in him that genuinely scares you now, your tummy oily even as your clit twinges with pleasure, your husband's cock being driven into you at a pace that you know will make you come within moments.

“Good… don’t you dare look away from me,” Benedict growls when your eyes stray to Thomas.

You obey but watch with growing disquiet as he smiles wickedly wide. Two extended ivory fangs glow in the low flickering firelight. His tongue licks over them provocatively, drawing your attention.

What in God's name?

“God can’t help you now, little one,” Benedict sniggers ominously, and your heart pounds that he can read your mind. “Indeed I can,” he winks, making you gasp.

You are trapped. Trapped under your almost rag doll-like husband, his groans gusting hot into your neck now as he is slumped over you, being fucked so harshly by Benedict, hips snapping as he stares you down, pointed nails scraping down Thomas’s back, his entire mien a sinister seductive leer.

“You are mine, both of you,” Benedict declares. It’s dark, possessive, unearthly.

Confusion rips through your being as, for the first time, you see something other than man—a creature. Utterly terrifying, beguiling, erotic. A shadow moves over his face that is all menace and not of this world. Yet, at the same time, your body is so close to ecstasy, a taut thread holding all your muscles so close to breaking. Horror, fear, lust, and want are a continuous swirling loop in your very being.

Time slows, treacle-like, as you start to convulse despite yourself, taken over the edge by the carnal push and pull of Benedict fucking your husband into your body. Clinging tight to Thomas, you watch in slow-motion as Benedict leans down, those fangs looming large. Then, you feel a searing, sharp pang as they make contact with the meat of your arm, where it is wound around Thomas’s neck. Utter terror grips your heart, even as a flood of chemicals so strong courses into your bloodstream. Strong suction over the wound has you screaming, pure unbridled ecstasy, euphoria coursing in every fibre even as it dawns on you far too late precisely what he is.

VAMPIRE!

—

Benedict has only known immortality for a few months when he tastes his forever. Your blood floods his mouth, and it is the nectar he has been seeking since his turn. The thing that calms and sates him. The sweet delight that means he will never leave your side: he is yours. He will feed from others, for sure, but he is imprinted upon you forever now. He shall always be careful never to drink too much to kill you; he needs this taste more than anything, and just a few drops will be enough to keep him sustained.

“My goddess,” he moans, making your eyes pop open, fear but something else, too, swimming in your depths. It's not revulsion; it's anything but–it's yearning, even from your trance-like bliss.

He stops sucking before you lose too much blood; it’s just enough to make you light-headed and extend your rapture. He can feel you convulsing, Thomas’s limp body a conduit for your intense orgasm. Buried deep in Thomas, closing his eyes and feeling the pulses as you milk your husband’s cock, him just awash and pliant, sandwiched between you.

Benedict feels from inside the moment Thomas breaks, feels his balls contract and his pelvis ripple as he groans loud and long, his seed forcibly painting your insides. It’s futility to resist the urge to feast again. Meeting your hungry, consuming gaze as you crest a secondary wave, he sinks his fangs into the nape of Thomas’s neck, the man calling out lustily. And as he sucks greedily, Benedict falters and moans hard. It's like Thomas’ flavour is the other puzzle piece he needs. The ying to your yang. Together, the taste in his mouth is a symphony. A magnum opus, what feels like the very reason he now exists such as he does.

“My prince, my king,” he garbles, roughly suckling from Thomas's neck, watching the crimson line of blood ooze down his spine and licking it covetously, wantonly, his very purpose.

And it's the catalyst that flings him into the cauldron too, a shuddering snap that consumes his whole body and has him coming so hard he cannot hold himself on his knees anymore, slumping onto Thomas, panting as he empties, a visceral unloading that feels like the very best catharsis.

—

You have never known paradise like this. A continuous loop of thrill; every time you think it is over, you feel first your darling Thomas and then your beautiful nightmare Benedict come, and it pushes you over another precipice. Each is as precious and encompassing as the last.

The weight of them both slumped upon you as the shudder is something you cannot withstand, and you have to call out in protest. Somehow almost preternaturally, they rearrange around you, a tangle of limbs, sweat, cum and blood entwined like a knot of vipers as you all find a comfortable hold, panting hard from the exertion.

“What are you??” you demand, ragged, staring Benedict down around Thomas, who seems to be hovering semi-conscious, his face a picture of complete rapture.

A finger traces down your cheek as he does the same to Thomas, which you track askance.

“Darling precious, you already know. I’m your worst dream masquerading as your perfect fantasy,” he chimes. “And I am yours forever.”

“To which of us do you speak?” you gulp, barely able to form the words; your whole world tilted and forever changed.

“You see, therein lies the beauty,” Benedict smiles, running the edge of his incisors first over Thomas’s neck as he groans drowsily, then yours, making you inhale sharply. “I speak of both of you.”

Thomas twists and places a sleepy, sated kiss on you and then Benedict.

“Enthralling, is not, my love?” Thomas slurs, nuzzling you both. “We have our very own creature of the night.”

“You knew?!” you stutter, disbelief warring with every other emotion alive in your body.

“Mmm,” he hums peacefully. “I knew on some level from the moment he kissed me. And yet here we are. Hearts still beating, bodies utterly sated. This is the best possible outcome. I, for one, cannot wait for every adventure with our delicious Vampire,” Thomas lazily pats Benedict's cheek, who smiles and kisses his temple.

You are rendered speechless.

“Come on, y/n, my goddess,” Benedict goads, his tone dusky and irresistible as his lips ghost your husband’s, his long pale fingers smearing a droplet of blood into your breast, spidering over your flesh in a way that already has your cunt swelling again. “I am yours. And I can give you such pleasures every night,” he promises.

Well, that is perhaps the most enthralling prospect of all.

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Amoeba

a/n: third part of don’t delete the kisses (lmk if you noticed the Dina x Ellie reference 🤞)

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.4

Warnings: a little bit of angts(? lots of fluff. homophobia. mentions of suicide.

“Between the gasps, I was swimming laps”

Echo chambers inside a neighborhood

In centerfold, humility’s shown

You’re not as good as what your mama’s sewn

Nobody yet everything, a pool to shed your memory

Could you say you’ve been tired? You haven’t called your family twice

I can hope tonight goes differently, but I show up to the party just to leave

The delicious and soft aroma of sweet bread wakes you up. Before you can even open your eyes properly, you feel your stomach growl. How much have you been sleeping for?

The warm of the sun coming from a big window besides you doesn’t help as you try hard to open your eyes. You rub them, yawning and stretching your legs.

It was probably the first time since you moved to this place that you didn’t felt exhausted.

You grabbed your phone to check the time, it was 10:30 am. How on earth could you slept for so long? you usually don’t make it pass 9 am, your body simply wakes you up and once your eye open there’s no way to feel tired enough to go back to sleep.

“Did I wake you up?” Ellie’s voice bring you back to reality, you finally turn around, there’s two plates on top of the kitchens counter with what seemed like hotcakes in them. Your heart felt like melting. “No… did you just cook our breakfast? How long have you been awake?”

Still a little bit sleepy you stood up from the couch you’ve slept in last night. Giving slow dizzy steps towards the counter and sitting on one of the few chair that were along it.

“Not too long, probably an hour” you could only see her back and her messy hair as she looked trough the many cabinets of the kitchen “what’re you looking for?” “The fucking maple syrup! I literally bough it like… three days ago”

“I bet you forgot it at the store” a sleepy chuckle came out of your mouth, already craving the very tasty hotcakes displayed in front of you.

“No I didn’t, I’m not that stupid” just before you could speak back she found it, whispering a ‘yessss’

She turned around and sat next to you, covering her plate with and exaggerated amount of syrup “That’s a lot” “it’s not” “it is”

Probably she was just as hungry as you were because none of you spoke again último both plates were empty, not even a crumb left.

“No, lemme do it” you pushed her away from the sink, she’d already done more than enough by cooking something for both “Why did you wake up so early? Didn’t you say how your day started like…. suuuper late?” with your hands you lifted both sleeves of your sweater, starting to wash the dishes.

“Couldn’t really sleep” she replied, almost too fast “Why?” she stood in silence for some seconds before explaining “It’s gonna sound super cheesy, just forget it”

“Now I really wanna know” you laughed “Did you dream of me? Of us? Did you marry me and started the most pretty cliche life with me?” she groaned

“Actually yeah, but you were so different…. and we were younger too” could it be? “did I have the same name?” you glazed at her quickly, but enough time to see her sudden change of expression “How’d you know?”

“I’ve had the same dreams, I freaked out when I first met you” you could hear the way the chair moved abruptly, her footsteps getting closer to you

“It made me feel nostalgic” her figure finally appeared on the corner of your eye, you were about to finish cleaning the last glass “and you haven’t even got to the best part” the sarcasm on your voice made her feel so confused,

Were you being serious right now? “What does that even mean?” her arms rested on the counter, watching you clean the glass “I’m not gonna spoil you our failed romance, just go to sleep and you’ll see” “You’re fucking with me” her hand slapped your shoulder slightly “I’m not! You’ll see what I mean tonight” all dishes now clean, how convenient.

“Is this what you meant yesterday? Is that why you asked me about-“

“Yes, but you don’t believe in those things, it’s fine”

“We’ve really met before then? Isn’t creepy?”

“Not really, I mean, not literally”

“You think we are soulmates then?”

You shrugged

Wooden floor sounding loudly as you walked to a small coffee table where you’d put all your bags the day before. Everything you’d bought and everything Ellie had insisted on buying you. There were just a few bags, you didn’t want to carry much.

“I can’t believe you suddenly believe in all this” you chuckled “well, we both dreamt about it. It’ll be too creepy if it was just a coincidence or something” she was just following you through the apartment, walking behind you whenever you moved.

“Have any plans for today?” you we’re hoping she didn’t, it would’ve been cute to stay all day with her, or maybe go out again. But she nodded, she did have plans for today.

“Gotta go see my parents, family reunion or some shit” you hummed “then I’ll go already, I don’t want you to be late or anything”

“I won’t”

“You know if you bring a girl this is over” Ellie’s mom looked furious. Her dad was just sitting besides her, trying to calm her wife down and trying to convince Ellie to stay a little more to properly talk.

But both of them were so stubborn and easily blinded by anger. No one could really intervene once they started shouting at each other.

“What’s the matter with it? I’ve been a fucking perfect child for this entire family but I’m not allowed to do one thing for myself?” she was so mad, her fists tightening more and more every time her mother spoke back.

“You are, just….not something like this” her mom finally calmed down, sitting besides her husband and staring back at Ellie with the must blank expression ever. it was infuriating.

“We’ll it’s either her or you two, and I’m not gonna quit to my life anymore just to please you” the whole room stood in silence. Everyone could fill the tension but it was completely quiet.

“Then don’t ever dare to come back”

This words made everyone feel disgusted, an unexplainable shiver running trough the ambience, touching every inch of skin of those present.

“No… shit, mom I’m sorry alright? I just” the knot of tears forming on her throat didn’t allow her to speak properly “what am I supposed to do? why can’t you accept it?”

“Get a man Ellie, grow up and start acting like an adult”

“Why not a woman? If it’s about the money, she’s rich alright? She has a great job, she lives in my same building, you know it’s not-“

“She lives there?”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

“You’ll find another place then. I don’t want you to keep talking about this, I trust you’re gonna do the right thing”

You haven’t heard of Ellie since that day in the morning when you left to your apartment. You could hear her when she came back but decided not to bother.

She’d told you about her parents, how they weren’t so supportive now that she’s an adult. She’d told you how much it overwhelmed her the idea of visiting them or just having any type of contact with them.

And it’s not that you could do much about it either. You’d only have one date and knew her for almost two months so far so you weren’t quite sure about how to help or comfort her, also, you didn’t have the time to go and find out right now.

You were busy placing every new decor you’d bough with her and taking the chance to clean everything.

However you were thinking the whole day about her, well, the old Ellie you’ve met somewhere else. Could she have any effect on your new Ellie? on your new relationship?

It gave you anxiety to think about how she’d react when she knew what had happened, if she ever got to see it.

Would she understand? Would she hate you? Would she just ignore it? Would she even let you know If she knew what happened?

And the most darker and cozy the ambience got the more your anxiety grew, because you feared that night came and Ellie could see something that made things change. That maybe it’ll affect her as much as it did to you when you first saw it all.

You feared that the story could somehow repeat again, maybe as a karma type of thing. You feared that not you or her could handle it.

Because you’d wait her forever, you’d do anything for her. But something you did knew and something you were sure about was that whenever someone hurt her, she’d never forget about it, she won’t forgive, not easily.

10 pm

Weird to not have a single text from Ellie, she always sent you dumb stuff or tried to convince you to go with her to work or eat together.

“You haven’t texted me all day. U good?”

“Can you come over? I feel like shit”

“Wanna talk?”

“Just cuddle, hurry”

She’d been sleeping next to you for almost an hour now.

When you came in she didn’t say anything, her eyes looked puffy, her nose and cheeks were slightly red and her hair was a mess.

You decided not to ask any questions, she’ll tell you everything eventually, when she’s ready to talk about it.

You’d been running your hands trough her hair, caressing her back and arms, hugging her tightly and whispering to her how everything will be fine, how you wouldn’t leave her side ever. Reassuring her that you would stay as long as she needed. Until she fell asleep.

So now you were just cuddling with her. Arms around each other’s warm bodies, the whole apartment in complete silence, just Ellie’s heavy breathing as your hands kept on palming and caressing her back.

She started to cry on her sleep, saying random words and murmurs that made no sense. Whispering a bunch of unfinished phrases and letting out small whimpers.

You assumed maybe it was the stress, or whatever situation her parents had put her in some hours ago.

Until you heard your name. Could she be dreaming about the two of you again? Should you wake her up? Was she experiencing what you feared the most? So fast already? Maybe you-

Her eyes opened abruptly, letting out a loud gasp as if she was out of breath.

“Ellie, hey…. I’m here shhh” small pats on her back as she tried to compose herself. She was breathing extremely heavily “What happened?”.

Her eyes met yours and only there you realized about the tears on them, about the sweat on her face making some of her baby hairs stick on her face.

“You’re here” her body practically jumped to yours, embracing you with her arms, tightly “What is it? did you have a nightmare or something? El?” you could practically hear her heart beat, so loud and unsteady. Almost too fast.

She murmured something, her voice was too shaky and teary to speak properly “I don’t wanna lose you”

Your hands ran trough her hair, trying to not panic and make things worse for her. You leaned on her and kissed her head, gently.

“Good….”

“Why’d you do something like that?”

“What do you mean?”

“Leave everyone and everything like that”

“That wasn’t really me, don’t worry ab-“

“Just why? you had so much privilege and fucking friends, I was dating you, we were best friends”

She couldn’t go to sleep after that, she didn’t really tell you about the dream she had but you already knew.

And you thought she’d understand, but maybe you were wrong, maybe she never did and you just convinced yourself about it because you two were in love.

“I felt overwhelmed, I thought you-“

“I feel overwhelmed too but it’ll pass, there no fucking need of killing myself”

Was she being serious? How were you supposed to reply back?

“Is it because of your parents? We don’t need to talk about this if you’re not feeling like”

“No it’s not” it is “and It’s important that we talk about it because that fucking detail just changes everything, how am I supposed to live like this with you knowing you could do it again?”

You’d make her dinner this time, but at this point it wasn’t possible for either of you to even touch the food anymore.

“Did you see what happened after I died?” she nodded, maybe the lack of knowledge was troubling this whole thing. “Is that why you’re mad? I didn’t see it”

You were trying your best to not explode, but you felt like punching her right in the face. How could she speak like this about you? About everything?

How could she be so selfish and stupid right now.

“I’m mad about the whole situation, why’d you leave me and not even talk to me about it? Why didn’t you tell me how you were feeling? Why’d you have to be so selfish? I was left alone after that, your parents moved out of the town.”

So they did take care of her as you’ve asked them to. And she did search for them to have some support as you’ve insisted.

“That was someone else Ellie, things are different here. I won’t leave you, I’m fine”

“How do you know? if we met again is for a reason”

“To actually end together maybe?”

“I don’t think so”

The immediate regret on her face was something you’ve never seen before. But you’re now too focused on your own pain to care.

“You know, the reason of those letters, the reason of why I didn’t died earlier and the reason why I’m here right now, making you fucking dinner Is because I care about you more than I could ever care about myself”

You could feel the salad flavor of tears slowly appearing in your throat. The tears slowly blinding you as rage built in your heart. It was physically painful.

“And it sucks and I know it’s not how any of this should’ve been but it it’s, and we can’t change what we’ve experienced” she stood up from the chair she was eating at, almost running towards you “but I’ve tried over and over again to make us work, and I’m tired of you not understanding. You’re supposed to love me Ellie, why can’t you?”

“I really thought you’d get over it, I really thought you’d understand in this life too. But you always let the anger in you fuck everything”

She tried to hold you, to speak, anything to try and talk and not fuck yo things again. Because you were more than right and she knew it.

“I guess we’ve changed, maybe you’re right snd we are just not meant to be anymore”

“That’s not what I meant! my mom she- they don’t want me to be with you, I’m sorry I’ve been feeling like shit today, please let’s talk Mhm?”

Her hands were on your face, cleaning every tear that ran along your pretty eyes and your pretty nose, along your shaky lips and all the way to your jawline.

But you stopped her, because you didn’t care about any explanation she had now. It was fucking stupid from her to act the way she did and maybe she was right, maybe you two weren’t meant to be.

Maybe it was all an illusion.

“I’m mad at them and you’re right, I let the anger blind me but I’ll promise I’ll control it. Just let’s talk, please” you wouldn’t reply, not verbally or physically and it made her feel so horrible to see you like this.

“She wants me to stay away from you, but I chose you over them. I love you, I really do-“

“I’ll make her a favor then”

Hopefully it was an illusion.

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