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Filthy
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boobamilktease · 4 months
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“Studying”
Aemond Targaryen Modern AU! x Reader
Warnings- Smut, filthy, oral, p in v sex, creampie, leg shaking, somebody lock me behind bars for this
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Aemond Targaryen was a man not easily swayed, especially not when he knew it was wrong. But, his eyes couldn’t help but greedily look at your exposed legs. He had invited you over for you weekly study sessions, but if anything he wasn’t focused on the calculus work in front of him. He was focused on the way your lips wrapped around the eraser part of your pencil, nibbling on it with concentration. God he imagined those sweet lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him so sweetly.
Gods, he knew he shouldn’t be thinking about you like this, he knew. You were his best friend, his sunshine in his darkness. Hell you met his dysfunctional family during the holidays, and they loved you. His mother Alicent was happy that her son had a good friend to rely on during college. If only she knew the way his cock hardens whenever he sees your tongue peak ever so slightly out between your lips.
You groan, feeling your brain is too numb to work on the calculus equation, effectively snapping him out of his embarrassing daydream. Fuck….he knew he was doomed if she saw his boner in his grey sweats. He saw you sigh and take off your sweater, leaving you in a small tee, and it took everything in him to not roll his eyes and fuck his hand like he’s a teen boy who just saw a pair of tits for the first time.
Aemond can feel a heat rise, sweat forming on the back of his neck, and he swallows hard. He bites his lip subtly, and stares at you with eyes clouded with lust. You stand up, stretching, causing your shirt to ride up exposing your stomach. His eyes burn the sight into his memory, happily. You yawn and walk over to the kitchen part of his dorm and grab a glass of water. Aemond asks for one too, his voice hoarse.
He watches you, eyeing you like a predator. His cock is so hard, it almost hurts. He watches as you set the glasses of water down and take a large gulp of water. He watches the way your throat moves and wants nothing more than to shove his cock in your mouth and facefuck you, but he refrains, biting down on his lip.
“I just don’t understand this problem Aemy. It’s too hard.” You say and Aemond nods, not listening to what you’re saying at all, only watching your lips. “I mean I thought since I was taking a degree in fucking education I wouldn’t have to do math!” You rant and Aemond just stares at you with lust in his dark eyes. “I’m so stressed and finals are coming up and this is supposed to be on the final and ugh this is the worst!” You say, groaning.
Aemond finally speaks up. “I know how you can de-stress.” You look at him confused, your head tilted ever so slightly to the side. “What do you mean Aemy?” You ask, to which he retorts. “I know of a way that you and I both can de-stress….would you be interested princess?” You can’t deny the way his pet name for you makes your thighs clench together slightly.
Aemond pushes his chair out from the table, giving you a good look at his clothes bulge. It massive…just how long has he been like that? You wonder. You bite your lip slightly and stare at his bulge, feeling yourself become aroused at the sight. A small blush coats the tops of your cheeks, causing Aemond to chuckle darkly.
“It’s your choice princess. We can have a good time or we can forget this ever happened and go back to studying.” Aemond says, placing a hand on his inner thigh, close to his bulge. Your thighs rub together as you think over the choices, before settling on one. Aemond was hot, you knew it and he knew it. You can’t remember the last time a guy looked at you with a fraction of affection and love.
You swallow slowly and nod, standing up from your chair and making your way to him. Aemond leans back in his chair and feels himself get harder, if he even could at that point. Once you’re in his vicinity, he grabs your u waist and places you on his lap, your clothed pussy right above his throbbing cock. He lets out a soft groan feeling your warm body on his.
Aemond’s hand caresses your cheek before gently grabbing your chin and placing a hot kiss on your lips. His lips move against yours feverishly, wanting to devour you whole. His hands roam, landing on the curve of your ass, fondling gently. You kiss him passionately, feeling his tongue meet yours in a fiery kiss. Your hands roam over his chest, feeling his pecs before making their way to his hair, gently tangling them in his silver locks.
He leaves hot open mouthed kisses trailing from your lips down your neck. Aemond leaves hickeys on your neck, claiming you as his. He pulls away to remove his shirt, revealing his toned body. He is built like a Greek god. His abs look so pretty in the soft dorm lighting. He goes back to kissing your neck, whispering against your skin, “fuck..you’re so fucking pretty Princess… do you feel how hard I am for you?”
You let out a soft moan as he grinds his cock against your pussy. You feel wet in your underwear, only making you more horny. His hands roam down your body and they go up your shirt, groping your tits gently. He groans and kisses your neck, sucking a pretty hickey on your neck. Aemond tugs at your shirt and says “fuck baby I need this off..”
You take off your shirt and throw it to the side somewhere in his dorm. He groans and his eyes roll in the back of his head, seeing your gorgeous tits. You unclasp your bra and fling it to where you put your shirt. When Aemond sees your bare tits he almost cums.
You were so pretty, and he wanted you to know it. He gently reaches up fondles your tits, rolling the buds around, making them perk up. You moan feeling his warm, wet mouth on your pebbled nipple, sucking. He kisses and suck’s your tit, while fondling the other, and then he switches to the other tit.
He moans, looking at your swollen and perk tits. His cock is screaming to be let out and he gently pushes you to your knees, kneeling in front of him. His pushes his pants and boxers down to his ankles, revealing his throbbing dick. He’s leaking precum, the tip red and super horny.
His cock was so pretty, long and with the right amount of girth to make you see stars. He was neatly shaven, and his balls were heavy. He gives himself a few pumps before gently grabbing your chin and bringing you closer to his throbbing dick. You swallow, salivating at the sight. You place a hand on his inner thigh and press a kiss on the top of his cock head. He flexes his stomach slightly, needy for your mouth.
You spit on his tip, watching the saliva run down his hard dick. You pump him with the new lubricant and watch as his head falls back and his mouth opens in a silent moan. You then put his tip in your mouth, kitty licking his tip. He groans and says “baby quit fucking teasing me” and you comply.
You slide his dick in your mouth, feeling his tip touch the back of your throat. You want to gag, but seeing him fall apart all from your mouth is enough for you to bare it. You hollow your cheeks and suck his pretty cock, reveling in his pretty moans and whimpers. His eyes are shut in pleasure and he moans your name. “Fuck baby…you feel so fucking good..keep sucking me like that…fuck!”
You start to play with his balls, massaging them in your hand. His moans increase and for a moment he forgets he’s in his college dorm. He places a hand on the back of your head, forcing you to deepthroat his cock. “Fuck princess…I’m gonna cum soon if you don’t stop!”
He moans, and he flexes his stomach, resisting the urge not to thrust his cock in and out of your mouth. With an audible pop, you remove your mouth from his cock and he groans at the loss. He looks at you with hooded eyes, completely covered with lust. He watches you remove your shorts and underwear, noticing a wet spot in them.
He grins looking at how horny you are. “Fuck princess…you’re soaking.” He says rubbing two thick fingers over your slick pussy. He gathers the slick and rubs it over his cock. You climb on his lap and he searches his drawers in order to find a condom. “I’m on the pill, and healthy.” You say and looks at you with a soft smile.
“You’re too good for me baby..c’mere.” He says and places a sweet kiss on your lips. You two kiss for a moment, grinding against each other. You moan as his cock head catches your clit a few times. “I should stretch you but you’re so fucking horny I don’t think you need it.” He says, slowly lining his cock to your entrance.
With a nod, he thrusts in gently, watching your face carefully for any sign of discomfort. He bottoms out, and rolls his eyes, wanting to thrust his cock in your pussy feverishly. He bites his tongue and waits for you to say that he can start. You say, feeling so full from his cock. “You can move Aemy…”
Aemond begins thrusting slowly and then picking pace hearing your moans. He fucks you like an animal in heat, you’re seeing stars from how good he’s fucking you. His balls are slapping against you with every thrust he makes, you moan and Aemond slaps your tits gently, loving the way they bounce when he fucks you full with his cock.
He’s so close to cuming but he won’t stop. He wants you to cum around his cock. He wants to feel your pussy tighten against him and cream all over his dick. He wants to fuck you full of his seed and watch you be pregnant with his kids. Fuck he’s so close, as he rubs your pearl just right, bringing you closer to the edge. “Aemy! Fuck I’m so close!!” You whimper and Aemond flips the position to where your face is in the pillow and your ass is in the air.
He fucks you from behind with such force, the headboard slams against the wall, but neither of you care. He make you feel so good, he makes you feel like your in heaven, even if your doing the unholiest of things. You feel so close to cuming, and he knows it by the way your pussy is clenching around his dick. He slaps your ass as he thrusts from behind, loving the way your ass jiggles as he thrusts.
Aemond groans and as you clench around him tight, screaming as you cum. Tears are rolling down your cheeks as he fucks you through your orgasm, trying to catch his. He follows soon after thrusting deep into your cervix and cumming. His body shakes and his mouth falls open in a silent scream. He pulls out and he has to resist the urge to get hard watching his seed leak from your swollen pussy. He smiles and checks up on you, before grabbing a warm washcloth we and cleaning you up. He then puts on a pair of clean boxers and sweats, just as the dorm door is knocked on. He makes sure you’re covered, and opens the door, leaning against the door frame.
“Cregan, how can I help you?” Aemond says looking at Cregan, blocking his view of you. Cregan smiles and invites Aemond to a frat party, to which Aemond declines and says that you’re over. “Oh, what are you two doing?” Cregan asks and Aemond says with a sly smirk. “Studying..”
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scandinavianfairytale · 2 months
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Filthy
Pairing: Senator Steve Rogers x Assistant Reader
Warnings: This is straight up filth 😅 18+, Rated R 🙈 Smut, including but not limited to: oral, PinV, cheating, power dynamic is askew, age gap...
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It was wrong. So wrong. So very wrong. For a number of reasons.
1. He was married.
2. He was significantly older than you. And we're talking about that he could be you father older than you.
3. He was your boss.
You could probably think of other reasons why, but these were the major ones. Yet, it didn't stop you from lusting after the senator. And you tried to distract yourself, mainly with work, but whenever you were alone with him, your knees shook, your core throbbed, and your head felt dizzy.
But you couldn't seduce a married man.
Or maybe you could.
Just not as directly as you would any other men.
In the beginning you were subtle. A button opened there, a skirt too short there. A little moan or gasp sprinkled in between the meetings. A hand lingering too long.
Nothing. There was no reaction from Steve.
So then you resorted to blatant tactics. Before going into his office you changed into the same clothes, just two sizes two small. On a number of occasions you even forgot the bra.
Still nothing. He was driving you insane. After every meeting where you basically offered yourself on a silver plate,.you had to go to the restroom and take the edge off. Your hands felt like cheap alternative to what you were actually after. Even at home, your toys paled in comparison to the fantasies that were playing in your head.
In one last ditch effort, you put on the tightest skirt you had in your wardrobe, a skirt that was more like a second skin than a piece of clothing. Ditching the thong, you entered Senator Rogers office, knees shaking in anticipation of what might happen.
He fucked you that night. Three times. Your head was spinning by the end of the fuck session. You were bent over the table, taken on the floor, on all fours, the couch used for support after your arms gave out and then to properly finish the evening, you got down on your knees and sucked him off.
After that, you were hooked. You were insatiable. How could you not be? The way he looked, sounded, and carried himself was enough to drive a woman insane. Put that together with the best fuck you experienced in your life and you got yourself a proper cock whore.
Steve was preparing his notes for tomorrows speech when a soft knock on the door of his office interrupted his train of thought. Your head poked through the crack and he smiled, motioning you in.
"Why are you still here so late?" Steve asked as he patted the chair next to him, insinuating that you can or should sit.
"Well, there are so many things left to do by tomorrow." You replied as you sat down. Steve picked up his scotch and leaned back in the leather sofa he was sitting in.
"There's always a lot of work to be done. And I know all the necessary things have already been done, so why don't you try again, sweetheart." He smirked.
"I wanted to catch you alone." You bit your bottom lip.
"Oh?" Steve cocked an eyebrow.
"I want to help you. I can see you're stressed and I thought, maybe I could help."
"How do you think you could help me?" You stood up, and you took his hand, guiding it under your skirt. Steve's eyes widened as his hand came into contact with your bare and very wet pussy. Your breathing deepend as his guided hand cupped you, and your tummy tensed in anticipation.
"I think you might be right." Steve smirked as he scanned your face, eyes hodded, lips parted and a little flush in the cheeks.
Beautiful.
"Stand wider. I want to feel you." He commanded, and you obeyed, no questions asked. As soon as your skirt was hiked up, Steve's fingers invaded your slippery hole, making you moan. He started fingering you, and those wet, squelching noises that he loved started coming from you. Plus combining with your pants and moans...music to his ears.
He knew he was bad. Sick, some would even call him. After all, he was MUCH older than you and in a position of power.
But it's not like you were that innocent either. Not when you flaunted your assests just to get a rise out of your boss. You definitely were not innocent when you grabbed his tie, pulling him into a supply closet at the Gala and giving him the best head he's ever had, while his wife was looking for him. And especially not when after just swallowing his cum, you talked to his wife, laighing with her as if you were good friends.
And it's not like he didn’t feel the guilt. His wife was the love of his life. They made a life together. A good life. He still loved her. Steve knew he would always love Peggy. He knows he will never love anyone else, but love and lust are not the same. Missionary sex once a month in the shared bed is not the same as the risky, almost violent, ball busting sex in all positions in all places at all times pf the day or night.
"Senator." You moaned, as you stopped holding back your need and your hips started gyrating against his hand. That. That right there, that was what sealed the deal for him. That was when he realized that while it was a regrettable mistake, he was going to make it again and again. And again.
"Are you gonna cum?" Steve's eyes darkened as he watched your pussy grinding against his hand and knuckles and how your juices oozed out, dripping down his forearms.
"Uh-huh" Your needy voice surprised you. You have never been this needy before.
"Come here." He demanded, his other hand grabbing your hips, steadying them and he blew on your hot pussy, making you throw your head back, screaming in pleasure. Steve smirked before delving next to his fingers, and he started lapping at your juices, savoring the taste like a starved man.
"More. Pleaseee, senator." You begged.
"Call me Steve." He smirked and he stopped everything he was doing, making you keen.
"Steve! Please, don't stop." You uncleanched your eyes, but he could see how much you wanted to roll your eyes in pleasure.
"Better. Now cum, sweetheart, let me taste you, properly."
It took only a few thrusts before you squirted all over his face. He held you in place, saving you from crumpling down on the floor as your knees shook. Steve kissed your pussy, smiling up at you as your breathing started getting back normal.
"Let me take care of you." You whispered as you straddled his hips, opening his trousers and pulling his painfully hard cock out before slowly sinking on him, your overly sensitive pussy, pulsating as it made room for his gritty cock.
"You feel amazing." Steve moaned as he felt your wet walls. You kissed him, pressing your body as close as you could, letting both of you feel the stretch. His hands traveled down to your ass, gripping it tight before he started thrusting up.
"Wait." You stopped him. "You just sit here, I'll do everything."
How could he refuse? How could he say no to you, really?
Sure enough, you got to work, grinding against his pelvis, thrusting your hips up and down, sending shivers and pulses down to your tiptoes. But Steve could not just sit still while you did all the work. He unbuttoned your blouse and pulled down your bra so your breasts spilled out. He realized all your cloths fit you now, as opposed to a few weeks ago.
"Before we started this, did you change your clothes every time before coming to see me?" He asked as he grabbed your jaw, making you look at him.
"Yes." You moaned. "I wanted to give you a preview."
"You certainly don't leave anything to the imagination, you dirty whore." He smirked and slapped your tit. He thought back to that day when this began. You nervously entered his office, bringing him the files he asked for. Just before reaching him, you tripped, and all the papers fell on the floor. He was going to help you, but then he noticed how tight the skirt you were wearing was and how it stuck to your skin, providing a visible outline of your pussy. At that point, he had been trying so hard to resist the temptation, but having this clear of a view of your pussy, he snapped. He bent you over the desk that night.
"Fuck yes." You screamed as his hand went to your clit and pinched it.
"Come on, you said you wanted to take care of me. Do it." Steve taunted. "Try harder."
You started circling your clit, while grinding at his pelvis. He could feel you clenching around him, and he knew you were close. He pinched one of your nipples, rolling it in between his fingers, while his mouth started sucking on the other.
"God, yes. Steve-I-" Your voice broke as you squirted again. You bucked your hips a couple of more times, before you climbed off of him and kneeled in front of his opened legs. His cock was just perfect, a little red, soaking from his precum and your juices and so thick. Your mouth practically watered at the sight of Senator's Rogers dick.
"Fuck." Steve let out as you took him down your throat. You were always eager to give a blowjob. You knew guys usually don't get good head and women in general don't like giving head. But you fucking loved it. There was so much power in this.
You took him whole, until your nose touched his hair base. Staying there, breathing through your nose, you stared at him.
"Fuck." He groaned as he looked at you.
Finally, you started bobbing your head up and down his shaft, the noises both of you were making were egging you on. One of your hands massaged his balls, while the other stroked his perineum, making the man above you shudder and thrust his hips further into your mouth. You smirked with your mouth full of cock. It really was a power move.
"C'mon, stop playing and make me come." Steve groaned in frustration, slapping you face and shoved your head down to the base of his cock, making you choke. You tapped his thigh and he let you go.
"Use my throat." You leaned back on your heels, opening your mouth, inviting him in. Steve stood up and pushed his cock down your throat again. His hands framed your head, and he started thrusting into you.
"God yes." Steve yelled in ecstasy. Your hands went to your pussy. One started playing with your clit while with the other you shoved three fingers in it.
"That's it, play with yourself." He shoved his cock faster and harder into your mouth. Like he was fucking your pussy and it made you so wet. It was the perfect sinful melody that filled the office. As you listened to him pant and groan, you knew he was close. His thrusts became erratic until finally he slammed your head down his cock and kept you there as he emptied his sack. You came at the same time, he shoved you down last time, squirting again.
As he let you go, you opened your mouth, showing him you swallowed every last drop.
Steve zipped up his pants while you sat in your own release, still panting. He brought you tissues to clean yourself up before helping you stand up and giving you a glass of water.
"Do you feel better?" You asked. Steve let out a chuckle.
"I feel much better. I think tomorrow's speech is going to go smoothly." He observed you. "Let me take you home. You shouldn't be driving this exhausted."
You nodded before taking his hand and letting him take you to his car. Steve let the driver know where to go, and he closed the door, waving you off, before returning back to his office and cleaning the mess you created.
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darksxder · 1 year
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the good plant pollen
pairing: fem! recom reader x na’vi miles quaritch
summary: getting hit by a sex pollen on your first mission as a recom was not exactly ideal, but thankfully your colonel helps you out
warnings: dubious consent (due to sex pollen), pwp, masturbation, sexual tension, p in v sex, public sex, voyeurism, creampie, breeding kink, dirty talk, na’vi heat cycle/sex pollen, power dynamics for sure (you’re his subordinate)
word count: 12.5k (HELLO???) not even sorry, my hands ache tho (from typing, not anything weird)
a.n: i requested something similar from @shadowshart but realized I wanted to play with this idea myself also lmao (read their story it slaps!)
GOT CARRIED AWAY WITH BACKSTORY I'M SORRY OKAY.
also thank u to my roomie for helping me with ideas, love u s.
dts: to the lovely @shadowshart herself (im ur biggest fan fr, sorry i flood your inbox) & @tarrynightss for beta reading, love you bae <3, @spiderlover03 for wanting this fic so bad and always, @belle82devart​     
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You wouldn't be in this situation if you paid attention.
You swear it.
You knew you should have been paying attention to Darcy as she pointed out things from the slideshow of venomous and otherwise deadly plants and wildlife on Pandora to avidly avoid, but you swore you knew it all already. Or at least you think you did from your other life.  
You remember certain blurry flashes of colours and ramblings of a safety meeting, the dim room packed with row after row of benches full of whispers and muddled mumbles of ‘dangerous’, ‘claws’ ‘toxins’ ‘ leaching from skin’. Just a monotonous repeat of: ‘deadly’, ‘deadly’, ‘deadly.
All you could truly remember was watching Quaritch’s arms flex as he addressed you all, the way his face tensed as he spoke, just an octave under a yell, always. The strain in his neck. You were in the front row, leaning in, all for the guise of catching every word he spoke and you had at the time, but still, he was the major thing on your mind even then.
And now he was still a distraction, with his thick thigh pressed against yours, his heat leeching off of him and gripping at you, travelling up your side, up your neck, tingles spreading through your extremities. If you moved away an inch you would be on Lyle’s lap. That was not an option despite the constant light flirtatious jokes shared between you.
And no matter how sick it was, you enjoyed this stolen touch. It still felt forbidden. Probably because it still was.
He was still your colonel, you were still his subordinate.
How unlucky to be given the chance to live two separate lives where you were infatuated with him, and in both, you could not have him.
He didn't seem to mind this touch now so why would you? Honestly due to this you truly had no chance of paying attention to this safety presentation before the mission. It would have usually had your rapt attention, but something about this morning had you anxious and the touch of Quaritch had your stomach all fluttery and your mind wandering as the scientist spoke.
She was a mean woman, about your age, or at least the age you were as a human, your na’vi body was only 20. She had fierce red-brown hair that hung in long, frizzy waves. A headband pushed the bangs back from her face harshly as she rolled up her sleeves and continued talking. On her pale face, she wore teal eyeliner, and you suspected it was a strange way to place herself firmly in the recom team spirit, but what got you was her personality. She was fiery, she bit back at everyone, insults that went a toe too far, were her supposed comfort, terrorizing her fellow scientists through nitpicks and badgering in sickly sweet mocking tones in the morning and dragging them to the lab past reasonable hours.
Overall just metaphorically making them bend to kiss her feet.
Quaritch liked her. Not enough to like her as a person, but enough to appreciate the snark, the tone. Enough to ask general Admore to put her on their team for good the first week when she yelled at one of her many scientist underlings who got in Quaritch’s pathway.
Sometimes you wondered if he fucked her.
But when you did, you got sick at the thought and quickly extinguished it.
You focus back, feel the rumbling of the bench underneath you. Lyle was laughing beside you so loud it reverberated through the metal. Your eyes snapped up to see a deep red, long-leaved plant displayed on the screen and all of the recoms laughing. Darcy looked a bit too pleased with her ability to make Lyle wheeze.
“Overall it's not exactly supplying the good type of plant pollen if you know what I mean.” A wink. You did not indeed know what she meant and you heard Quaritch huff a laugh behind you.
“ Unless you like being on a rock for hours, I guess. There is a reason the na’vi call it the tsewtx toruk ”
Mansk spoke behind you. “The fuck does that mean?”
You laughed, which made Darcy glare at you. “It means dirty dragon. Its namesake is for its potency, strength and umm… tenacity or stamina it gives the user. As well as the physical symptoms of intense fever and hot flashes. But again like everything else, it is deadly. You would fuck till you drop essentially. Stay away.” A click and she was onto something new and you tuned her out again. Willing yourself to soon be able to make it out of the room, to be without her nasally voice if even for only an hour’s reprieve.
You were still focused on other things, panic flaring as you remembered you got up late this morning. Now mentally calculating how fast you would have to be after the meeting to make it back to your bunk and clean up your station before bed check later when you got back. But you focused pivoted again.
Not very far, just to your right.
Your colonel was so very close to your side. You were trying not to stare, truly, but you knew you weren't doing a good job. Your side eyes were never particularly subtle, Mansk and Lyle told you this for years and yet you continued. You couldn't control it. And it didn't help that you were much more noticeable in your na’vi body.
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You were used to being firmly human and tiny for your age.
You were a stealth operative under Miles Quaritch for the RDA at twenty years old nearly 14 years ago. A lifetime ago. Able to even sneak past every na’vi and even Eywa herself they swore, but you never thought that was quite true. They nicknamed you Ghost anyways.
You pretended to hate it.
But when you had snuck into their village one day when they were gone to the river for a ceremony, taking pictures of the internal structures undetected, the team had celebrated you. Seriously celebrated, and even made a makeshift cupcake to commemorate the breakthrough. But it was not something done lightly and the cupcake was neither edible nor good, but you had eaten it. Had smiled, and allowed yourself to be jostled by firm slaps and pats on the back of Wainfleet and the rest as the guilt gnawed at you slowly.
But Quaritch noticed, he always did.
He found you out on the bridge that night, leaning against the rail as you gazed at the depths of emerald tones that made up the forest.
“You did well today. I know it’s difficult, soldier, but you did well.”
You looked up, startled to see him at your side. So much taller than you, even as a human. White hair cropped short and clothes pressed even at the late hour. Not a single wrinkle.
The deep scars on the side of his head caught in the blue-white light of Hell’s Gate’s fluorescents as he talked. They almost shined as if they were a platinum badge. His blue eyes lit up an icy hue. You felt your palms sweat as you readjusted your grip, feeling yourself shake just slightly. The once-chilled air of the brig was warm as you felt him step beside you.
Always on your right side, after having noticed you tense the first day, when he saddled up to your left. You had bad hearing on the left side and hated the anxiety of someone being on that side. He switched wordlessly when he saw you tense. His jaw set, eyes facing forward. He did it wordlessly and never left that right side view since then, even when agitated at you.
Especially then.
If he didn't like you, which you were sure he didn't, he at least respected you.
That was rare for him and it was enough.
It was enough.
But now as you try to shove images of burning forests and screaming na’vi from your mind you could barely see him. You were so tangled, knotted and sick at the way you would be and always were in a way a part of it. All of the atrocities, the death. Once you had been passive but now you had chosen to be firmly active.
He followed your gaze to your hands, you could feel it before you matched his stare to your white knuckle grip on the metal rail. You unclenched, shaking out your burning hands. A deep sigh rumbled from his chest, the sound seemingly following the curve of your spine as he leaned back. Dog tags clinked as he leaned farther forward over the rail to properly see you, to meet your eye. You indulged him only just to see his gaze be soft if only for a fleeting second as you gave in. You were always nervous about its absence, but it was always there. For you, at least.
You tried to smile, but it was barely a twitch of your lips, your knees aching as you tensed next to him. You had been standing here for hours after the so-called ‘party’ had died down.
Music booming in your ears, rattling your hunched frame in the corner as a small smile twitched at your lips to assuage that you were okay as the world fell apart around you. Breathing in the stale air of the gym in the brig, smelling dust, metal and sweat and of course the sweet vodka peach drink Zdinarsk spilled on your elbow as you moved past her. You took in everything as you sunk into the concrete behind you, revelling in the cold bite of the chilled material. Just watched as Zdog and Prager shouted lyrics to a Jay Z song, fingers pointing up to god knows what, rotating between gesturing the song out and rounding Lyle and Mank's shoulders as they laughed, half belligerent, drinks sloshing onto the concrete ground from battered red plastic cups. Since slipping out the back and avoiding the colonel's eyes hours later, you were just here.
Unmoving as the base winded down further and people prattled around its large expanse. All flitting about with briefcases and files as they rushed past you to their makeshift homes. Tired eyes focusing on the idea of their beds as the day was wasted and the next promised to start just as early. They filled the once cold lifeless gray space with life for a time until the night truly dwindled. The eclipse lit everything a bright purple. Awash in colours of magenta, and violet you just breathed, hands shaking as you inhaled. Your gaze never leaves the wonders beyond the glass surrounding you.
Now you were here and he had finally found you.
“You know why you're so good at your job, Ghost?”
A sigh slipped past your lips. Your shoulders caved in as your eyes slid shut once more at his deep raspy voice. At the use of your moniker, a remembrance of reality. He was your colonel. You were but a soldier. You were no hero, certainly not now.
No woman he had met by chance. Not a friend of his, of anyone, no longer a sister, no longer even your first name.
Just Ghost.
“No. Why, Colonel?”
And he hated how weak your voice was as he brushed calloused fingertips against your hands. So slight you were sure it was an accident. Your gaze shot to his, heart jumping painfully, back straightening as you stiffened. His eyes kept yours as he pried your hands from the rail none so gently, turning the right palm up and sliding something small and cool into your hand before closing your fingers around it, softer than the initial yank from the rail. But only by a fraction. All he could afford you.
Shivers raced up your spine, your chest aching at the touch, lurching with it.
“Wh-”
“It’s because you care. The animals out there don't notice you because they know you care. Like they know you wouldn't hurt them, even when vulnerable and squattin’ in the mud. You just have to remember to care for your kind more, alright?”
Your lip wobbled, voice much too weak to speak as you merely nodded, gaze trailing down again. Heart racing and fear clawing at you as you just stood there, weak and mortified, scared that he knew it all. Had the power to have you called a potential traitor for your empathy.
You wondered if when he said animals he meant the na’vi or the wildlife. You swallowed hard, eyes burning, squeezing shut as if you could wring the horrible thought from your mind, keep your heart from sinking to the depths alongside your stomach. You did not want to ask, for you knew already.
Your eyes tracked your beaten-up converse on your aching feet as you shuffled from your left to right leg, ignoring the prickles that raced up your shins. Caught on the only remnant of your sister left. She died in failed cryo on the way here. The heart drawn in sharpie on your left toe from your last day together. After, you both collapsed in exhaustion from packing your small joint carry-on bag the night before shipping off. It was glaringly bright in the white-tinted light illuminating the large hall now.
Still muted, smudged, and fading, but it made you smile anyways.
They were the first thing you put on each time you got back to base. The first step after a shower.
All of this, you realized you did for her. All of those like her, those left on earth. Trapped there, on a dying planet with no solution, no real plan or power to change it.
You finally braved a look at your palm, seeing a carved metal charm sitting there amongst callouses. It was crudely carved from the material but still startlingly smooth. It was a small ghost resting in your palm. No longer than your finger pad. A small hole was punched near the head with a link there to attach to your dog tags.
You let out a laugh at the sight and Quaritch was sure he had never heard anything so sweet, so close to shattering.
Your hand, gentle but rough like his, brushed against his knuckles. But this was no accident. It could never be construed as such and that was the true danger. You focused on feeling the strength there in those three seconds before your hand fell back against the now icy rail, missing the fleeting warmth he always seemed to radiate.
You just have to remember to love your kind more, alright?
“I do.”
A nod followed your soft words and he saw then just how young you were. With your two braids falling over your shoulders as you rocked back on your heels, forearms poised on the rail as you held the charm gently, close to your hoodie-clad chest, like it might break, like someone might take it from you. He focused on the light highlighting your features, and he felt his breath still for a mere moment. All at that moment it clicked in his head as if it was invisible until now, at this moment.
You were barely past being a teen, having signed on for a suicide mission with a sister who was long dead now, with few other choices six years ago. You were an excellent sniper and a keen strategist. A good follower, who took great orders. Loyal as shit. Throwing yourself in front of many projectiles from day one for strangers, colleagues and your team alike. Hell, you were probably a better soldier than all of them combined.
But you were too young. Painfully young.
Much too sweet to have calluses so deep and eyes so pained and a voice so hollow. Too young to have lost so much.
His gaze fell to your shoes, then back up as you looked back out to the horizon. He just wished you didn't wither away, yet. You were all so close to an answer. He knew it. A solution. Pandora was it. He knew you just needed a reminder and he would give you one, just this once.
You were just a kid.
Yelling never worked with you and he could never bring himself to do it anyways. You were a motivator for everyone, always picking them up with words or hands if they fell, but you were also easily motivated yourself. Easily swayed by a belief that what you were doing was good, or right. So he would give that to you. Because he needed you, he needed this whole team.
And that's all he thought when he had found that metal shard in the yard a month ago, in the vast grasses that tickled his hands as it sat in the very middle of it all. The whole operation and base. And he took it back to his room to carve. Immediately seeing the small timid ghost in the shape. It was barely the size of the pad of his thumb when he was done, whittling it to near nothing, slivers embedded in his palm, his skin. It only took him a night. He worked in between sets of weights and paperwork he barely dared to usually do, fingers always itching to pick up the tools again. Its creation in itself was motivating.
He tried not to think of why he was doing it. Pondered why he couldn't put it down when he started.
Why did he wait so long to give it to you? Why did he dread how you would react? Why was he so sure of how you would?
Just as you were now.
Soft, kind and something else he wished he didn't see. He refused to see as he too looked at the expanse of stars above your eyes, past your stare. He wished he saw what you did there, what you talked of seeing, of feeling. You talked of a vast expanse, a deeply instilled hope, a timid purpose, a reminder that although time was not infinite, life beyond them was, the cycle of everything and anything was so endless and it didn't scare you. It brought you peace as you gazed at the bright twinkling gems cast in the inky dark.
But instead of an expanse, he saw a dome. A prison. And that charm you cradled is just the same. It was just manipulation, a trap to get you to stay.
That’s all it was.
That is all it ever could be.
******
Now you sat there trying desperately to ignore the near euphoric scent of him beside you, and how your ears were twitching towards him whenever he made a slight noise, even if it was just a deeper breath than those previous. You noted all of them and swore you could feel them in your veins.
He smelled like a bonfire, a forest after a harsh rain, coffee, something like his old cologne with tangy twists to it along with gunpowder,  metal. It was perhaps what his soul could be summed up as if he had one. But you were very much sure that he didn't.
But you still managed to focus upfront once more, on Darcy’s grand hand gestures with the clink of her bangles at her thin wrists as she pointed to the moving 3D images of frightening pandora fauna. Her green eyes were bright even in the dimmed light of the command room. The hologram was now focused on a palulukan.
A leathery wolf-like thing that caught your eye. Its teeth were so large and it was around ten feet long in size, taking up the whole room. You felt your tail thwap hard against the ground, curling around your left leg as you jiggled it harshly. Lip caught in between your teeth as you tensed, but no one paid you any mind. All you felt was your heart racing so fast you swore it might break your chest open, might splat on the ground still beating its erratic rhythm. Your fingers tighten on your empty holster as if to reach for a gun to protect yourself against the hologram threat.
“Y’know, they’re not all bad up close.” Quaritch laughed beside you, a low mocking thing that did horrible things to you.
That had your head snapping to his. Jesus, he was beautiful, that's all you could think, the anger giving way to awe as you watched his nose twitch, a look of confusion on his face, but it was gone as soon as you noticed. Like it was never there.
The stripes on his face matched his nature, sharp and melted into his bone structure. Highlighting the high cheekbones and strong jaw. His recom tags twinkled as they dangled with his strong lean forward, forearms resting on his knees. It gave you a horrible sense of deja vu you couldn't quite place. You always shoved memories of your past life away and you knew why you shoved that one out quickly. The tiny ghost charm still around your recovered dog tags felt like a collar then, even if it was tucked into your shirt, away from his view. You swore he knew. Knew he owned you.
“I’m not sure I believe you. I mean this is coming from the man who was once permanently scarred by one.” You said.
A huff.
“Plus I’m not concerned. Nothing on Pandora scares me like that.” You paused, frowning. “Not anymore.”
Not since dying. He knew what you meant.
His face was stern, but playful at the edges. It was evident in his eyes that he didn’t buy it. No muscle shifted in his face or his body, not a single hue of change seen, even of a minuscule sort, and yet you knew he was aware you were full of shit.
His eyes fell to your hands twisting in your t-shirt and you stilled them.
He laughed.
“That’s not what gave you away, Peach.”
And he leaned in, the smell of him was overwhelming, intoxicating, you felt like you were suffocating, fighting the urge to take a deep gasping breath in. He smelled so good, your ears perked up, flattening against your hair, then ruffling up again as his raspy voice whispered in your right ear as it twitched at his warm breath,
“I can hear your heartbeat.”
That only helped to increase its speed, you felt like you would faint, sure you would, but it was the least of your problems as you heard the recoms shuffle and make to move out. The dim lights now burning bright. All grabbing weapons off the table and suiting up. You hop up quickly, eager to get your hands on a gun, to then check and make sure that your bed was expertly made before inspection later, excited to get out and far away from Quaritch, from the itch he left under your skin. But the firm yank to your tank top collar had you gasping and collapsing back into his chest, your nose filled with his rich scent. You could feel his strong arms around you, one at his side, flush with your body, the other at the nape of your neck like you were a rogue kitten. You could feel his breath, your body moving, arching as his chest expanded with his inhales, could feel the cold metal of his belt buckle against your tailbone, digging into the soft skin there deliciously. Heart still racing.
“Where you goin’ Rookie? Chopper’ is that way.” His eyes met yours over his shoulder, your breath stalling as you felt his eyes wander like a physical touch branding you, brushing against the hemline of your top, your heaving chest. He grunted, making an exaggerated gesture to the right side, in the direction of the hangar.
“Right, I- I just forgot something.”
He snorted. “Well tough, we gotta head out. ” And that was that.
You heard Lyle laughing at your expense, pointing at your flicking tail which you grabbed from behind you in fury at the blasted thing. It was giving away way too much to devious people around you.
The Colonel just charged ahead of you all, shoulders squared and ears flicking in irritation. He looked so mad and you had no idea why. Well, hopefully, he’ll let you off easy later at the sight of your messy sheets.
Hopefully, that scary palulukan bastard won't kill you… Hopefully, it will all go fine.  
********
And it was all going fine until you spotted a viper wolf from the corner of your eye. You were a mile into the journey since drop off, muscles tight and burning from hacking at plants and hiding from leering beasts. The animals still attacked people they recognized as na’vi, just not as much as an avatar driver or god forbid, a human would. None of you were as accurately attuned to silent threats as the people of Pandora were. The recom bodies were new and native in theory to this planet, but you did not grow up as they did, hell you all grew up in a tank technically.
It had been stalking you all for a long time you gathered, it had to have been, what with the way it effectively cornered you as you all were nearing a ditch drop-off along with the certain confidence to the wind up of his body. So when it finally dashed with a horrible high-pitched laughing sound everyone turned to it, but it was already in the air.
Your hand grabbed your knife from your sheath with ease, throwing yourself in front of Quaritch and swinging your arm up with a cry. The thing launched itself with so much force that it bent nearly into a c shape as your hand slammed into its abdomen, sickly thin ribs curving over your hand, teeth snapping at your face as you swung it around, twisting the knife deep, teeth gritted in a yell, neck leaned back to avoid its teeth. Blood soaked your hands as jaws snapped at you, continuing their attempt at your face. You didn’t realize you were near the edge until it was too late. A strong kick of hind legs to your ribs shoved you off the grassy hill. Your grip slipped from the knife, and the creature it was buried inside as you went down screaming, tumbling down a rock covered slope. Wind and grass whipped past you, rocks crushing bone as you rolled, limbs flailing as you fell from various heights in between harsh slopes of land. Arms tucked around your head near the end. Muffled gasps and breaths wrenched from your lungs, various hard things crushed in your chest, and mud slid into your eye, leaving you with no sight on your left side, and with no air.
You couldn't breathe. You couldn't see.
All throughout you heard constant shouts of your name, “Ghost!” and whether it was a minute or truly an eon, you finally stopped moving, collapsing on your back, wedged under a sharp rock and something delightfully soft in contrast. Your head pounded like your heart was there.
The world was truly spinning, your stomach turning violently. The taste of metal and grass in your mouth. Splinters of sunlight fractured your vision as you pried your eyes open, looking up the long hill to the sea of blurred faces. With a groan you assessed the damage quickly, and stood shakily, trudging over with only a slight limp to the clearing next to you so they could see you were alright. But with blood running down your forehead, arms swinging around for purchase as your knees buckled, you can imagine it was not exactly affirming.
“I’m okay. Is the thing dead? Are you all alright?” You asked, voice shaky.
The clinks of rocks and mud had your heart jumping as you moved back, falling on your hands and knees, moving backwards like a crab then standing again when sense came back to you.
Someone, no idea who, was making their way down the hill, at the very loud and very kind protest of your teammates.
You found your voice as your head swam with worry, your vision still too blurry to make anyone out. You didn't want them to get hurt. “No, no it's okay. I'll find my way up. Is it dead?” You called, wondering if you had asked that already, but truly unable to remember.
Your head was severely pounding. And perhaps you were fine until a wave of dizziness blacked out your vision, and your legs gave out from underneath you. Pain ripped up your tailbone to every single cell of your spine. You felt like you might throw up as you yelped. But after wincing, and back bowing in, eyes squeezing firmly shut, your gaze met a lovely red flower beside you. With a deep blue and orange center. With oval-like petals the size of your actual face. It was ripped in half savagely and you felt the ground around you in a panic, calloused fingertips meeting soft petals wedged under your ass.
Oh no.  “Shit, I’m sorry.” You whined.
A laugh. You had no idea where it came from. “What is she apologizing to? A plant?” You paid them no mind, tears welling in your eyes at your destruction of the life here. It felt like you were still the same. You huffed, gazing at the horrible tear in its side. It was nearly as tall as your waist and it looked heavy, naturally leaning against a mossy tree. A thick white substance was flowing from the flower's core. It was bleeding.
“Oh my god, I'm so sorry.”
Combat training takes place before logic it seemed, as your shaking hands dipped into the flower, pressing against the center as if trying to stave it from bleeding out. But as you did so a burst of yellow dust slammed into your face. You choked, stupidly taking a deep breath in through your nose as you slid your mouth firmly shut, feeling a burn in your lungs, an itch in your nostrils. You sneezed, some of the powder falling out, dusting off of you. The flower’s essence was now burning on your hands and Darcy’s warnings kicked in much too late. You rubbed them against your rough pants, with the feverish feeling sinking in. They were no longer wet like though, almost like you had absorbed the thing.
Tingles raced up your arms as you winced, moving away quickly, truly just staggering around. Wiping your hands on the ground quickly again. But as soon as you stood on your feet your vision cleared, and everything became so much brighter.
Woah.
All of your pains faded away, almost healed. You felt great honestly. Nothing felt tilted or like a scene with a film filter on now. You felt alive, it was the only word for it. And so when Quaricth made it to the bottom finally, an almost scared expression on his face, eyebrows once furrowed in worry, scrunched in confusion. Lending to genuine shock as he watched the gash on your forehead heal itself, sealing with a pink glow, leaving your blue skin perfectly untouched.
His mouth went dry, gaze straying to the plant beside you. It looked quite familiar. Then back.
“You okay, Cupcake?” You throbbed at the nickname, deep in between your thighs, so sharp you almost fully folded over. What was that? You cleared your throat, feeling the tingles from your hands race up your windpipe as if you had just drank something fizzy, coaxing your words to slow, the octave going just slightly deeper. It didn't go away, the feeling flowing up your arms and wrapping around your waist like an embrace. Oh god. “Yeah, Let’s go.” He handed you your knife, neatly cleaned on his shirt and you stashed it back at the garter on your thigh with a wink.
He felt his steps still as you moved around him, grabbing at the rope Mansk threw down as you started to climb. You looked utterly fine, but he knew you weren't. It wasn't because he watched a gash heal itself on your skin, but instead for the fact that you had winked at him. You would never have dared.
His ears twitched, his tail flicking leaves harshly before he reined himself in again, determined to keep a firm eye on you.
*******
You knew something was wrong. Knew as soon as you touched that fucking plant. As soon as your vision cleared you knew what it was, what you had just properly and thoroughly infected yourself with. The so-called “dirty dragon”. You wish you had paid more attention, wished you didn't roll down a hill and hit your head making you delirious. Wished you were not stupid enough to try to save a goddamn plant as Lyle suspected. But here you were.
Maybe there was a cure.
Maybe you could make it back in time before it kicked in. You would never tell Darcy, she wouldn't help you anyway, but the chances of no one else noticing seemed slim. You stayed at the back of the pack, covering their backs as Quaritch led them once again. His search of the forest in front of him interspersed with glances over at you that you never failed to notice.
The recoms were just as distracting, but in an irritating way. You could smell all of them, all of their signature scents like they were pressed against you, nuzzling your face. It made your head hurt. You chose to focus on the best scent, his. It was intermingled with all of the other recoms, but it was the strongest, the best.
Your heart raced as you took deep breaths in, feeling the tingles spread from your lungs to your breasts with the action. Your gun kept slipping from your grip from sweat, it clung to your skin like a film, the relative cool of the morning in Pandora wrenched from you as heat wave after heat wave hit you. Sweat sliding down your forehead and teasing your parted lips. The rub of your thighs together as you moved in a low crouch was so intoxicating. A zing of electricity flowed up your body each time the seam of your camo pants met your center.
You were wet, so wet you could feel it. It felt like a period at first and you had panicked a little before realizing na’vi women did not get those, they reabsorbed the uterine lining as all animals should. It felt almost like a weight in between your thighs, as you noticed your arms shaking beside your head all whilst you kept the gun raised. On guard still even when you felt dizzy and faint. Hot and cold. Core aching desperately.
Quaritch raised a clenched fist and you all paused immediately as if in sync. His glance over a broad, muscled shoulder was quick, “Take the gear up three clicks and wait for Ghost and I there. Make camp.” Your core pulsed at his mere voice, an urge to be closer to him undeniable as you were still at the back of the group. Confusion marring their faces. He had an order against night ops, or at least he had as a human.
“What? Stay the night here? Are you crazy?”
It was Lopez, never shy to disagree with the Colonel's orders. But the look he gave him shut his mouth up real tight, sealing his attitude off.
“Nevermind. Let’s go. Move out.” Lopez grunted, picking up Colonel's dropped pack too before leaving. Struggling with the weight Quaritch didn't even bat an eye at.
Quaritch looked so good, hand loosely poised over his comm collar, the other resting on his cocked hip, braid swinging behind him with the motion. He looked delicious and you ached at the sight of him.
“General Ardmore, we're making camp. We’ll be back at 0600 sharp the next morning.” It was not a negotiation. You would have laughed at his gall, but it was no surprise to you and the snappy talk made you bite your lip, focusing on the deep timbre of his voice, basking in the sound.
You only snapped back to reality when you noticed the silence. Your group now a blurred mess in between faraway leaves, too far away, much farther than you remember them being. The colonel's words came back to you.
Take the gear, wait for me and Ghost there.
Leave us alone basically.
Oh god.
“Looks like you got yourself into some deep shit huh, Cupcake?” You sniffed, wiping at the sweat on your hairline frantically. “I don't know what you mean, sir. What did I do?” You squinted up at him, light spilling through long leaves to illuminate his figure, his eyes burning a bright gold in its rays.
You tasted your sweat as you took deep breaths, fists clenching as you felt your nipples rub against your bra with the move, thighs clenching slightly.
“I can hear your heartbeat, remember?”
Your face blanched, going still, eyes wide as he grabbed the strap of his vest, leaning into a hip, his lowered eyes travelling down your shaking figure.  
“What plant did you fall into exactly?” He asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. He sounded smug. The bastard.
Shaking your head, you moved around him quickly, the movement matched the slight wind, bringing his scent over you in a rush. It was so sudden-so strong and good that you gasped loud and harsh. Your pupils were blown as they stared ahead at the foliage, praying something would come out of it and eat you. End your misery as you feel your cheeks burn. Jaw clenched.
You ignored every tingle and jolt as you trudged on, hearing him fall in step behind you.
“Ghost, just tell me what it is. One of the scientist freaks can help.” You scoffed, turning back sharply, almost colliding with his broad chest, your own heaving, each breath harder to grasp. You hated this, every single part of it. Hating how every part of you wanted to be plastered to him, wanted to feel all of him. How hard you had to fight it.
“No. They couldn’t. They wouldn't.” You cry, gaze, meeting the ground in shame.
“What do you mean? They have cures to nearly every poison on this dam’ planet by now.” He moved forward as he spoke, cautious like you were a wounded animal. You bit hard enough on your bottom lip to split it, tasting metal once again as you smoothed sweaty palms down your thighs, tensing as shivers racked your body with the action. He moved even closer and you backed up five quick steps, they could nearly be counted as hops, your eyes wide with alarm.
He did not understand the danger he was in. How badly you wanted him. What you would do to have him and if he kept trying to come into your space you were not entirely sure he wouldn't find out.
“It's not a poison, Quaritch.”
A breath of silence stretched between you, both of you instead focusing on the chirps and caws of Pandora wildlife around you. And that's when he noticed it. The shaking of your hands, your voice, the blown-out pupils eating away at the gold of your eyes. The sweat. The wink. It’s not poison. What else could it have been? A healing plant was unlikely to cause these side effects. What else did Darcy-
Oh.
Oh.
“Take care of it.”
You scoff, cheeks burning, tail whipping behind you sharply.
“Excuse me?” It was shrill, the embarrassment rationing off your shy side to near nothing.
He gestured to the base of a large and thick tree trunk. Made a show of turning around, arms out wide, walking twenty paces out and stilling, gun at his side. Guarding you. He couldn't be serious. He couldn't. But the thought of actually doing it, sinking into the bark, tearing off your belt and slipping your hands under your pants, feeling along your cunt all whilst he listened, watched out for you? It was insane, and you refused to give in, but despite that thought your body moved for you. Your hands were moving and your knees locking before you fell to the grassy heap at the base of the tree.
******
Quaritch was sure he would pass out any minute now. He was tense, still, waiting, a part of him hoping you’d refuse, another knowing you would not be able to.
He could smell you for miles since the fall and the collision with that damn plant. He had been hard for hours, only taking point so no one else would see it. But you never noticed, you never did.
He wasn’t looking forward to the hell General Ardmore would put him through when he got back, but he knew you would not have made it back in time. He may have been distracted during the safety presentation by your scent, your warmth, and the touch of your soft thigh through his cargo pants but he paid attention, and it paid to do so. So he knew the shit you were in and it was deep. This was meant to be agony. He just knew- His ears swivel at the clink of your belt, followed by a rush of soft breaths.
Rustling has his tail twitching up, flicking side to side, nearly hitting his bent arm on the downswing. But it goes silent again and he can't help it. “You okay, Peach?”
Your moan is loud and he chokes, nearly falling over, fighting the urge to look, already perfectly picturing what he would find. He could hear you. How slick you were, he could smell it, his mouth watering, heat pooling in his stomach, fists clenching.
“God please keep doing that, Quaritch.” You gasped. His dick twitched. He stops, stomach flipping. “Doing what?” He drawled, bringing the last syllable on a walk, loving the squeak you made in its favour. His voice came out deeper, more rasped than he would have liked but he just  swallowed, hard. Fighting to not look over, slightly failing and getting a sliver of blurred blue in his peripheral vision, a glance at scattered clothes nearest to him.
“Talking.”
God. Someone save him.
It was wrong, all so wrong and yet he would do whatever you wished at that moment. He would say anything you wanted.
“What do you want to hear?”
A slick sound and another gasp and he swore he cracked a tooth with how hard he clenched his jaw. “Anything. Just need your voice. I love your voice. Fuck!” And he groaned, ears twitching against his head, eyes squeezed shut as he fought the urge.
He wouldn't do this, he wouldn't. It wasn't right, but still, he talked.
“I can smell your cunt.”
A moan.
“I could smell it for fucking miles ever since you ran into that fuckin’ plant. Could smell you. Could hear your heartbeat…both of them.”
He couldn't breathe because every time he did, he smelt you, he breathed you in and he was one step closer to losing it. To breaking.
“Never wanted to fuck something so bad in my life. Wanted to pin you up against a tree, rip all the damn' clothes off of ya’ until you admitted what you need.” He could hear your heightened breaths. “Please, I'm so close.” But he stopped, shaking his head.
“What-why?” you called, voice vulnerable. It was a whine and he was delighted. This was power and he knew how to wield it. You always wasted yours.
You could have had him back there at the bottom of the hill if you asked, in front of his whole damn team if you wished. Hell if you jumped him he would have gone for it, no questions asked. You could have had him at fifty one when you wanted him. He would’ve fucking taken you. It would have been wrong, but he would not have cared. But you never did try, never even got close when you could have. You never did the wrong thing, the thing you wanted. Needed.
But he was not you.
“I'll keep talkin’ till you cum all over those pretty fingers enough to be cured Cupcake, even if it takes till fuckin’ sunrise. But only if you let me watch.” His voice came out as a drawl, southern accent sticking to every syllable. His ears twitch to better hear you reply. It was immediate.
“Turn around.”
And he does, slow and sure like.  It takes everything in him to do it that way. To not seem too eager, like he hadn't been thirsting for your pussy since you were first placed on his team, when you were barely more than a teen. You were barely twenty and he was starting fifty, and yet he had wanted you. Human or not, Miles Quaritch wanted to fuck you and he was convinced that would never go away. You were not simply something he could get out of his system, but he would try.
Good God.
His heart stopped as his gaze met yours. Your eyes half-lidded, wobbly knees pulled apart, showcasing your drenched fucking cunt. You were wearing nothing but your dog tags. He found himself walking towards you, focused on the many strands of hair that fell from your braid, plastering themselves to your body, your neck, and your arms. Your face lovely and flushed, lips parted and swollen, but not as much as they ought to be. He drops to his knees in front of you, uncaring for the gun he throws in the grass somewhere around behind him, gaze never leaving you. Your heaving chest, your heavy breasts, your full blue curves in the sunlight.
“Talk.”
It was a demand and he could meet it.
“Yeah, whatever you want, baby. I’ll do anything you want.” He was stomach to the ground, palms gripping at the earth beside him as if for solace as he took a deep breath in and held it. His eyes flashed open as he watched your small lean fingers messily draw circles on your clit, hips jerking up, chest heaving. It wasn’t enough and the scrunch between your brows was from pain, not pleasure. He was breaking as your eyes met his. It was not the first time you looked at him like that, with enough lust to make his stomach flip, but it was certainly the first time he had ever been able to do something about it.
Jesus, he needed you.
“Use me, baby, please. I can give you what you need, y’know I can. I’ll fill you up, fuck that pollen right out of you if you want me.” A shocked sound came from you as if personally offended, hands falling off your body. You stood on wobbly knees and he joined you, cock aching as he stared down at your small flushed frame. You were beautiful like this. Perfect.
He was giving the power to you. Addressing the imbalance. You could refuse him, you could shove him away and he would willingly go, but he knew you wouldn't.
“ I want you. I a- I want you. Please.” It was a rasp, your voice near gone, throat parched. And your hands, hot as the sun gripped his tank top in fistfuls under his vest. He could feel your touch even above the cloth. At first he thought you were pulling him in until you whined when he tried to close the space. Hand smoothing up his shoulders. “Want this off?” He asked, hands on his vest. You only nodded and he unclipped it, not needing to be told twice, dropping it slowly to the tree beside him, your hand now laid on his bare shoulder.
“More.” Another demand.
He barely refrained from ripping the thing off. Settling for grabbing fistfuls on the back of his shoulders and pulling it up and over his head. Before he even tossed the shirt to the ground you were kneeling, thumbs dipping to rest on his hip bones. Your nose sliding up the line of his abs, inhaling deeply. He gasped, hand finding your hair, feeling the sweat there as you licked and kissed up his stomach.
One of his hands falling to the tree to keep his knees from fuckin’ giving out. You devour every inch of skin he showed. It was perhaps the first time he ever felt worshipped, with hands the heat of the sun gripping at his lithe waist, pulling and tugging him how you wanted, as you kissed, licked and bit at him, taking your pleasure with his. Your face rubbed along his hard-on through his pants nearly every third time you kissed his abdomen or sucked on a spot of his waist.
Butterflies. He got fucking butterflies like a teenage girl when you met his eyes, smiling before pressing the softest touch he had ever experienced in both lives, above his belly button.
That was it. “Oh, fuck it.” He rasped, pulling you up by the hands still on his waist, smoothing them up to rest around his neck, soothing your confusion with shushes as his hands tucked under your thighs, yanking you up as you yelped, a giggle falling from your lips. But you were not deterred, lips attacking his neck on the left side, under his jaw right by his chin and ear, and he nearly collapsed at the feeling, the pleasure that shot deep through his veins. With a deep breath his forehead met the tree. Fucking damn it, you would be the death of him. He overestimated how much strength he needed to carry you, to fuck you standing and you landed on his big blue chest, center landing on his sternum as gravity slowly pulled you down, the ridges of his abs rubbing into your puffy clit.
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You threw your head back at the feeling. Your thighs squeezed his sides as you slid down to rest on his hips. His head tilted back too then, a small huff leaving his nose as he went to gaze at the sky, as if to ask for mercy. You licked a hot line up his throat, sucking hard and he moaned, vision breaking to land back on you. Furious, he looked furious and it made another honest to god giggle leave your lips. The sound made your stomach flip, your core aching as you ground your hips into him hard. But with your look at the blue sky next when he dove to kiss your neck, reality cut through the pollen-induced haze.
You were taking advantage of the situation. He was only doing this to help you, a member of his team, that was all.
“Wait, wait,” you called, breathless and panting and he did, pulling back immediately, alarm on his face. A question in his lust-blown eyes, the golden green hue nearly swallowed by the dark pupil.
“You don’t have to do this. I don’t want to infect you” You said, tears in your voice. He tensed, hands readjusting you as he aimed to meet your eyes. He hadn’t even considered you infecting him, he knew you couldn’t. But you looked so sad. Then he got it. You had to be kidding. You thought-. Fingers firm but gentle on your chin made your gaze match his. He looked down, heart nearly stopping as he saw the ghost charm glint in the sun, newly attached to your dog tags.
A gasp left him. His gaze matching yours, now electric. He would devour you. “I’d fuck you whether or not I’m high on some plant, Peach. I’ve wanted to fuck you for ages.” It came out as a purr against your cheek as he leaned in, finally admitting it.
And you know he means it. You see it in his eyes, and you swear it’s enough to do you in.
You laugh, a truly mean-sounding thing. A smirk slides onto your face. His face tucked into your neck, kissing along your pulse point until you whined, hips jerking. He could feel your wetness on his fingers, sliding down your thighs, the hard pebbles of your nipples and your heartbeat roaring against his chest in tandem. Your short breaths caught against his ear as he ground into you. You sounded nothing short of heavenly, heat curling in his abdomen, an ache forming in his chest and navel, electricity smoothing up his arms at your feverish touch.
But he felt you pulling away. He took a long time to pull away from you, even longer to open his eyes. “What, what’s wrong?” His voice was nearly gone, cracking at the seams, it was all pure ecstasy.
Another laugh met his ears as your shaky legs met the ground. You turned so your back was to him. A flush of heat slammed into him as he took the view in. He marvelled at the slope of your spine, the dips at your blue hips, the stripes on your skin, the glowing dots across your shoulder blades. You place your palms on the tree, feet spread just slightly apart and then you lean back, putting just about everything on display.
“Nothing’s wrong. I just want you to fuck me from behind.”
And his hands are on your hips before you even truly finish your sentence. You hear the clink of his belt, hear it slide out of the loops, falling to the grass carelessly behind you.
“Can you do that?” You ask, hips swerving. It was a taunt. He wanted you, he could come get you.
Your back arched, pussy aching, truly dripping, heat plastered to your sweaty skin. You were fearless then, for the first time in your life. It came from being truly wanted, even if for a brief moment. A brief dalliance would be all this ever was anyways.
A quick yank to your braid as he wrapped it around his fist had you gasping, pleasurable pain ricocheting up your spine, your ass rubbing against his crotch as he pressed into you, the tree bark just barely brushing your nipples and you nearly screamed. It was too much.
“I can and will fuck you anyway you want. I’d fuck you standing.” He nuzzled into the nape of your neck, his tongue sliding along your tendon, the cool wind latching onto the saliva and making you shiver so hard you squeezed your eyes shut, knees locking, bark digging into your skin. He chuckled, “I’m gonna be buried so deep inside this cunt you'll never be able to forget it.” His filthy words were accompanied by one strong palm smoothing over your left hip, pressing against your abdomen, ghosting your navel. “You’re gonna feel me here.” You whined. Clenching around nothing.
It was painful. The plant coming in full force, demanding to be bred and fucked. Waves of pain spread the feeling of knives along your skin and he seemed to notice the switch from pleasure to pain again. His mask dropped. He didn’t ask what you needed, he already knew. Fingers slipped down to your cunt, and he swore, his hand slipping almost past it with how slick you were as if moving through water.
“Fuck, you're so wet.” One hand gripped at your breast, acting as an anchor to his chest, to ensure you stayed steady, ready for him as he thrust three fingers inside you. He swore as he felt your tight, slick heat.
A gasp and a moan met his ears as your back arched, ass pressing into him,  one hand gripped at his wrist, begging for what you were not sure about- but he did. His fingers were so thick, so good and you couldn't even think as he pressed three inside you all at once with a deep groan, slowly pumping them in and out, the sound of it almost comically loud as he focused on pressing up at just the right angle and depth to have you screaming, clenching around him so perfectly. 
Fuck, you were going to absolutely milk his cock.  
You fell forward, pleasure rushing over you like waves. You grasped at the tree desperately, knees going weak. “Please,” you moaned as his thumb slipped over to rub small tight circles around your clit. You went higher and higher, breaths lasting mere seconds as you gasped, voice high as you moaned. It was so fucking good, your tip toes pressing into the ground as you leaned up into his touch, hips grinding on his huge fucking hand.  His thrusts turned faster, harder, hitting the perfect spot. A sharp press of his fangs to the back of your neck, the broad base of his chest against you, pressing your nipples just slightly against the rough bark and you shattered.
He had to hold you up as he kept pumping his fingers, barely able to move them as your orgasm took over, clenching around him in waves as he continued to fuck you. It was a momentary reprieve. He could tell that was not enough because your breaths just picked up speed again and you arched your back further. “Inside, please. I just need you. I’m ready.” He wasn't sure if that was true, but he also couldn't imagine you could be more prepared. He pulled his fingers out of you, watching your essence fall to the forest ground.
He gripped your jaw, pressing you hard against the tree, your wide eyes meeting his, cheeks flushed purple, drool spilling from your lips. He nearly came at the sight. Quaritch pulled you back against him hard and you gasped, limp in his arms. Brought his arms in front of you, his right hand covered in your slick, his pointer finger trailing your lower lip and your tongue snuck out to taste. But his hand was gone, pulled away with a click of his tongue, head shaking down at you. “You’re so messy. Look at you, such a slut.” He spat the words out and you ached. He heard your heart beat jump and he laughed, bringing his hand to his mouth instead, tongue swirling around his fingers.
Eyes closed, he moaned at the taste. He was starving for it. You tasted so sweet. Truly like a peach. He licked every bit of it off of him as you whimpered at the sight. You tasted like heaven. He needed more, but he knew that wouldn't satisfy what the pollen induced lust was craving, so he shoved you forward again, your shoulder meeting the tree with a wince, pleasure shooting down to your cunt at the roughness.
“Finally fuck me.” You pleaded, ass wiggling back, voice edged in anger, frustration. And he broke. He yanked the rest of his clothes off faster than what should have been possible, bare feet bracing inside of yours as he rubbed himself along your pussy. You were plenty wet and smiled at the feeling. He had been fully hard since he turned around and saw you, since then just pulsing, feeling as his pants tried to stretch to accommodate him.
It was a mild relief. He could give you more of it.
He tapped his head against your clit just to hear you hiss, see hints of your fangs. Moving down he lead himself to your cunt. The slide inside you was immediate, and he swore, tensing every muscle in his body in an effort not to cum immediately. “Oh fuck, Peach.” He tried to think of something else, something other than your perfect fucking pussy clenching around him, tugging him in further like he was meant to fit there inside you near to the hilt forever. You felt like warm silk and he could feel himself get close, all as your hips moved back and forth, still struggling to take him all in. “Don’t.” he rasped.
You stilled, smile falling as you peered back at him, worried he changed his mind, worried you would never get the release you needed for the pollen to leave you.
“If you move, I'll cum.”
But that did not deter you. Actually, it seemed to make you move faster. You pulled off him, nearly hugging the tree until just the sensitive tip of his cock was inside you before sliding all the way back with a roll of your hips that had his hands seizing, his abdomen lurching in pure pleasure. “Fuck sake, stay still, girl.” You clenched around him at the nickname and he chuckled. He saw how it was. Two could play this game. If he would come quick, he would make sure you did it first, as many times as he could wrench from you. And his words always seemed to do the trick.
“Should have known you were a fuckin’ freak. The way you looked at me back then was absolutely filthy, baby. You wanted me even when I was fifty, isn't that right?” The southern drawl sounded so mocking as he thrust into you. It wasn't really a question, but he stilled, waiting for your answer.
“Yes!” You yelled, shame burned your cheeks as he slid his own against yours, leaning forward over you making you moan. He was so nice and deep.  You could feel his smirk. But you were rewarded for honesty.
He thrust into you so hard you saw stars before falling into a nice rhythm. Staying slow and hard with his thrusts as he spoke, his sweaty chest plastered to your back as his balls slapped against your clit. In between grunts and gasps, he spoke near your ear, but it was nowhere near a whisper. There was a bigger thrill because he was so loud. Anyone could hear, anyone could see. “Y’would’ve let me use that perfect young cunt any time I wanted, huh? Let me bend you over my desk right before a meeting, fuck you full. Have you leave with my cum’ still drippin’ down all over your pretty legs.” His words and a fast circle to your clit have you cumming again, this time around his cock. 
He swore, veins in his neck popping as you bared down on him, squeezing him for all he was worth. His own high closing in as he thrusted harder, slamming deep inside you, brushing something you didn’t even know existed. A gasp falling from your lips, eyes rolling back. He pushed a large hand into the divot of your back to force a deeper arch, your head falling forward as you braced for him. And he fucked into you hard and fast through your orgasm and past that, when you were so sensitive you barely realized that the heat was almost gone, the excess of sweat slowed to nearly nothing but from the exertion Quaritch was putting you through.
“Where do you- damn, “ a huff against your back, “I’m gonna cum, fuck-, where do you want me?” His hips moved as if to pull out of you as he asked, but you let go of the tree with one hand, grabbing the back of his thick thigh, getting half a handful of his ass, pushing him closer to you as you rock back on his cock, rolling your hips, making an effort to grind against his pelvis with fervor. 
Head tilted up, fucking begging internally for him to grab your throat, to lean down and kiss you, but you knew he wouldn’t. 
Not on the lips. He would never.  
“Inside Miles, cum inside me.” And it was you saying those words, your sweet voice breathy and the feel of you around him that did him in. Warmth flooded your core as he fucked up into you, in three hard slow thrusts, the sofest sounds you have ever heard from him escaping his lips as his head fell against your shoulder, shaking against your back, his ragged breaths making your hair stand up as you shivered, grinding back into him in slow circles. And he winced, making a noise that could almost be construed as whining if you were listening.
He was all over you, his scent flooding you, his seed inside you, spilling around his cock and down your legs. His sounds were so sensually sweet and it made your heart ache. He was yours. You would make sure of it. And you felt the heat rise in your body again, undeniable and painful.
When he pulled out, you turned, and in the last burst of a pollen-induced haze you grabbed the back of his neck, bringing his neck to your mouth, your fangs immediately piercing into his skin, tasting blood, marking him. He grunted in surprise, wincing as his arms grabbed your elbows, not pulling you away but holding you all the same. It was a primal thing, an urge you weren't even sure you could have, until you fulfilled it. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, lapping at the blood, delighting in the absolute pained sign-turned-moan that left his open mouth as you sucked at his blood, tearing slightly into his skin to affirm your mark.
A sudden shot of cum shot out across your abdomen as he wrapped your legs around him, his arms firmly around your back. Promptly falling on his ass with the force of his orgasm, moaning as his hips bucked into the air, chasing something that already passed.
You had done that.
The feeling of your fangs piercing his neck, marking him as yours had brought another orgasm right beside his last. Not even a minute later. That would not have been possible for any being other than a na’vi, and at this moment you were grateful for it. His strong arms held you tightly against him, your rapid deep breaths matching his, your ear plastered to his slick chest, the uneven rush of his heartbeat having your lips curl up. You looked up to see his eyes closed, squeezed shut as if in pain, rough hands slowly rubbing circles into your back, tracing the points of bioluminescence there, dewy grass tickling your knees on either side of his hips.
You felt the ache from the rough sex before the soreness in your muscles came over you. A side effect of the way he manhandled you or from the pollen you were not sure. You can't believe you just did that. You were in such shit. But it was not over yet. Both of you refuse to get up, to leave this haven and return to the realm where this is forbidden.
Your palm smoothed up his pec and farther to his neck, landing on the fresh blood there. You looked up, moving slightly off him, taking his jaw gently in your hands. His eyes looked calmer now, but his pupils were still very large as he watched you, breathing hard through his open mouth. You felt his breaths under your left hand on his chest, rising up and down with its force, gazing at his muscled figure, taking in every inch shamelessly. And he looked back at you tentatively, but not guarded.
Trusting.
Your other hand tilted his jaw to one side as you leaned against him, sweaty chests meeting as you felt his breath hitching. You placed a kiss on the bite mark and he flinched.
“I’m so sorry.” You said, voice tired but sincere. He just squeezed your hip, unable to talk. Not now, not like this. He was too vulnerable.
Your pointer finger found the spot you were looking for. The small freckle on his neck to the left side, on the edge of his adam’s apple. Dipping further down, strands of your hair tickling his chest you ever so softly kissed his beauty mark. A whisper of a touch. A loving touch.
Quaritch breathed sharply through his clenched teeth, like he was in pain and your eyes watered.
“Thank you.” You whispered, pulling away, hands sliding down his chest to his abdomen where your hips sat. It was such a soft gesture, your lashes fluttering as you met his eyes once more. 
It was too much.
“No problem, Ghost.”
You tensed above him, but forced yourself to relax again. Your throat burned with the tears as you pushed up off of him. Still slow and cautious. You didn't want to give too much away. Not anymore.
That use of your alias was deliberate. It was a placement of the iron wall between you once more and although you knew it was coming, expected it even, it still felt like your heart was collapsing, wildly jumping all around your body as pain laced through your every shaky breath. Your jaw clenched tight, leaving him in a pile on the grass. It was hard to angrily walk away after taking a pounding like that, if anything you angrily wobbled away, but still, it was done. You wiped the cum off your body with leaves, and roughly stepped into your clothes. Your braid was undone, brushed with your fingers and redone. No need to keep it down.
You were sure he didn't leave any marks on you anyway. Harshly, you looked back, stopping mid-tie of your combat boot to see him. He was refastening his belt silently, nearly a half yard away and you just stared at his chest, his arms, catching on his tattoo on the left bicep. You never got to kiss it, and that thought nearly killed you. The yearning was a stabbing pain in your chest. It felt like being torn apart.
You noticed the marks, he had plenty to pass him by and you felt almost guilty, at least a little.
How would he explain it all?
But another part of you, the part of you that felt compelled to bite him in the first place grinned, smirking like a Cheshire cat with all the milk in the world at her disposal. It was like you had written ‘mine, mine, mine,’ all over him in the red and blue-black bruises scattered along his abdomen, along his v line dipping into his pants. The scratches on his left thigh, and of course the fucking bite mark on his neck, carved into the perfect blue canvas there from your fangs.
But if he minded it, he didn’t say a thing.
He could heal it at base camp easily with a nice blue gel, with no scars involved. You knew he would, but wished he wouldn't.
He didn't even acknowledge it as he walked into the set-up camp an hour later with you in tow. Did not even make to explain both of your absences. He wouldn’t. He didn’t need to. They knew.
You looked more put together than the Colonel, and that was the most obvious tell of what had happened. No one was more put together than him. It was like the man was born a military man, created from strict order and perfection.
Besides that there was the fact that you reeked of each other. No one could tell which scent was who’s, or even tell who you were by scent alone anymore. Then if they somehow missed that, the ripped shirt sleeve on your left side and the missed belt loop on Quaritch’s right hip was a good clue. Along with the uneven gait from you as you walked up the hill beside him to meet them, gun slung over your shoulder.
But the best clue- the one that did them all in, it had to be the fucking bite mark.
No, the declaration of property,
plastered on the left side of their colonel’s neck.
******
bonus:
It was five hours since they landed back at base and all the recoms were playing cards in the deserted cafeteria, all eerily silent. 
Lyle could feel the tension in the air ever since you and Quaritch separated like the sea when Bridgehead came into view. You go to the showers probably and Quaritch heads off to explain himself to general Ardmore, looking only slightly more presentable than yesterday.
They all wordlessly looked at each other before Lopez spoke up, the sound of the helicopter still ringing in their sensitive ears.
“So… cards, anyone?” Lopez asked. Everyone immediately agreed, a series of frantic nods and a chorus of affirmation as they all moved to the cafeteria.
They didn’t even bother changing, showering, eating, just walked to the cafeteria jostling each other, sharing tidbits from the mission in small laughs, but they never dared to speak about you. Or at least not what they were all actually thinking about in terms of you.
“Did you see the way she jumped in front of Quaritch with the-“
“-yeah. Just like old times. Stepping in front of shit, for that old goat.” Prager laughed, shaking his head roughly, disbelieving. He never understood that. He never would.
“The way the fucking thing kicked her off a cliff and she like got up, like she was fine??” Lyle exclaimed with a scoff, hands motioning in front of him wildly.
“Yeah that’s Ghost, alright.” She huffed a small laugh. “Y’know, i’ve never seen the Colonel throw himself in danger for anyone. But he cleared that fucking hill immediately after she fell.” Z-dog sounded almost awed as she finished speaking, still chewing her gum that had long since gone flavourless.
They all nodded, silence falling again. Mansk pulled a very serious face as if he was thinking hard enough to hurt before he spoke.  “It’s because he never has.”
They all turned to look at him, stilling as memories washed over them. It was always Colonel and Ghost. Always. The clatter of the dining hall got so loud as they were awash in melancholy. He was right.
They took off their gear and rounded the benches, the cards came out and it was dead quiet once again, but the tension was thick. Hard to breathe. The only sound was cards shuffling, the rhythmic pop of Z-dogs gum, and Prager’s huffs whenever he lost (which was always). It was enough for Lyle to finally break after two rounds. “So we all agreed they fucked each other, right?” His voice not even close to a whisper.
“YES!” The group yelled, in unison again. 
Relief went through them so fast, like a huge wave that crashed over and through them, their tired shoulders hunching forward like a weight fell off of them. And excitement rushed in to take the tension’s place.
“I knew it!-”
“I called it!” Z dog laughed, “Pay up you leeches!” Her hands spread out, cards falling to the metal table as she made a mock grab for Prager’s pockets. He only snorted, batting her away with a soft ‘fuck off, z-dog.’ 
They all laughed, feeling the buzz return to them, the camaraderie. “I just can’t believe it. I thought she’d never do it.” Lyle laughed, almost a sense of pride in his tone.
Lopez snorted. “Why not? He's always wanted her.” Nods all around the table.
“Yeah, they just both would never admit it.” A chorus of agreement once again, but the silence dipped into their group again. An unspoken thing still hanging over them.
“So… what changed?”
No one had an answer. They were shocked seeing you guys trudge back up that hill an hour after Quaritch told them to set up camp. After they realized you had fucked the hell out of each other.  But for some reason it seemed so normal. Natural. The tension had to break at some point. Everything gives in eventually. And they had been waiting for you two to break for years. It took two  lifetimes. 
They didn’t want an answer. Not really. None of them would ever talk of it outside the group. They were not snitches and they cared for both of you far too much to even think of it anyways. 
They just hoped you two fucking didn't make your relationship worse, or even more complicated than it was naturally. 
But perhaps it already had…
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a.n: if you made it this far: I am impressed! I have had this idea since the first week of January and finally getting it out was great! I read it too much  to like it, or tell if it’s even good lol. But lmk what you think, or if you want a pt.2 👀 cause I’m thinking about it tbhhhh
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Begging and pleading with you to suck their cock.
They feel heavy and leaky and their balls are full. Standing infront of you, tugging at their dick through the cloth of the shorts. Angling their hips so they point at you, and stimulate them at the same time.
Whining that they need it, it’s to much and not enough.
Practically slamming their asses on the couch when you finally give in, spreading their legs wide and encouraging you to get in between them.
Their to impatient, ripping their shorts down along with their boxers, leaky and fat cock springing free. Howling with pleasure as the tip barley grazes your lips.
Their so horney, bucking their hips before their cock gets to your mouth. Telling you to hurry up.
Gripping the couch as they get their soul sucked out of them, whining and toes curling.
“Just like that baby, suck me so sloppy”, they slur, biting their lips.
They grab the sides of your head, gently fucking your mouth (they don’t want to hurt you). Moaning as you gag on their dick.
Gods their horny, slowly going faster and faster, babbling things like “S too good”, “fuck yes”, and “get me messy baby”. The indecent squelching as you bob your head up and down really gets them going.
Their balls tighten, signaling their about to cum, before they shove your face into their pelvis, whining because it doesn’t seem to be coming out fast enough.
They grind themselves into you, trying to milk their cock. When they’re done they pick you up and lead to the bed room, claiming it’s not enough.
(It’s never enough, they get so horney for you it’s crazy)
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Vigilante
Pairing: Female Reader X John Nolan
Rating: R cause my god I did things i didn't think I could write, holy shit. Authors note: Okay I think I am getting the hang of writing utter filth, it's been a while so bit rusty but hey...enjoy. Summary: You're the new vigilante in town, taking the law into your own hands and doing the work of the local law enforcement. You always manage to avoid getting caught, until one night you cross paths with John Nolan.
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Being a Vigilante was your choice, you were a victim to a crime that went unpunished, Law enforcement couldn’t find enough evidence to put the criminal in handcuffs and allowed them to walk free. You felt betrayed by the law that was designed to protect you, the victim, which led you down the path of being what you are now. 
You made sure that Karma was paid back to the criminal who made you a victim but you got the taste for it, the satisfaction from making sure a crime committed was dealt with swiftly and fairly. You never killed anyone, you only knocked them out or disabled them temporarily, long enough to hand deliver them to the police with a note that said “Another job done for you”
You dress up, wearing a skull mask to protect your identity, black beanie, Black cargo pants, T-shirt and a tactical vest filled with all the tricks of the trade.
You had your supporters and you had those who stood against you, determined to bring you in and make you pay for the crimes you committed in your pursuit to deliver justice fairly. Sure, you had a few close shaves but you always found a way to wriggle out of it but not tonight, tonight you slipped up, cornered as you chased down a petty criminal who snatched bags to fuel a habit.  Of all the criminals to slip up on, it had to be one that did a basic crime. You followed them down a dead end alley, knocked them out, took the bag back from them and got caught red handed by a cop.
“Put your hands above your head and face me. Slowly!” You hear him bark
You roll your eyes and slowly turn to face him, half expecting it to be some old crotechy officer close to retirement but what you got was a middle aged man over six foot in height, well built and easy on the eyes. He had an authoritative stance and a stern look on his face, clearly not in the mood for any shenanigans.
“When will you wannabe heroes learn not to take the law into your own hands?” He growled as he slowly approached you “Get on your knees”
“You say that to all the ladies you meet?” You ask sarcastically.
“Only the ones breaking the law” He replied as he approached, slowly releasing the handcuffs from their holder, gun still trained on you.
You were compliant, allowing him to grab your hands and put them behind your back before he helped you to your feet. You got a good look at him, mousy brown hair, blue eyes, strong jaw, firm grip and a little authority about him. It was a bit of a turn on, a man that was able to take charge and manhandle you in the right ways and you could sense this one could take charge in bed, just by the way he guided you to the car and the hold he had on you.
He got the door and eased you into the back of his Patrol car, an SUV of some description, one that had plenty of room in the back and was quite comfortable considering.
“The Illusive Skull Face, finally in the back of my truck” You hear him say as he starts the engine. “Wasn’t expecting you to be a woman though”
“Women can’t be badasses?” You ask him as you quietly work on undoing the cuffs, retrieving the small pin you had hidden in your gloves
“Of course they can, you’ve seen the women I have to work with right? They’d kick my ass” He says, keeping his eyes on the road.
You smile as you wiggle the pin in the lock, getting a quiet little click to signify their release, you keep them on your wrists for the time being while you work on an escape and your only viable solution was to feign travel sickness, knowing he would need to pull over to the side of the road or endure the stench of vomit in the back of the truck for the duration of the journey.
"Hey…you think you could pull over, I'm not feeling so good" You groan, feigning the sickness as best you can.
"Skull face is a little travel sick? That's a new one for me" He says.
"What's your name?" You ask him.
"Officer Nolan. What's yours skull face?" Nolan replied
"Skull Face. You want your car to reek of Vomit?" You ask him as you slump a little.
"Not really no," Nolan replied calmly.
"Then pull over and let me throw up" You demand as you begin to fake heave.
The action caused Nolan to drastically pull over his patrol car, near an abandoned warehouse. This was your chance to make a run for it, escape the clutches of the law and continue to do the job they can't. You waited for him to open the door, for him to help you out before you made your move.
You dropped the cuffs and made a run for it, sprinting towards the warehouse, aware he would follow. You manage to climb the wire fence and jump down on the opposite side, landing a little awkwardly but managing to get back on your feet again. Nolan in hot pursuit as he made light work of the fence. 
You keep running, trying to make decisions on the fly but not paying attention to your surroundings cost you, you don’t notice the discarded pole on the floor and consequently you trip over it, landing face first on the hard floor. Thankfully the mask takes the brunt but before you know it, Nolan took his chance, pouncing on you to stop you getting away. 
You end up wrestling with him,rolling onto your back to help you flip him, rolling him to the ground putting you on top and a chance to run, but he was quick, as soon as you got him down he had grabbed you and switched positions, wrestling with you to get you back in the cuffs but you was having none of it, you fought with him, wrestled for some time, you even managed to somehow turn off his body camera before he eventually had you pinned. He managed to remove your mask during the tussle and this was the first time he got to see you unmasked
He paused as he studied you, taking a mental photo of you. You should have used that moment to slip away, avoid getting caught but that wasn't what you wanted. The struggle had got you worked up, his firm hold stoking the fire in your stomach, causing you to bite your bottom lip as you studied him, liking the fact he was in a commanding position and you sensed there was a little heat in that gaze he held with you.
"Your move officer" you say invitingly 
A smirk spread across his lips before he leaned down and kissed you tenderly, his lips gently brushing against your own. You reciprocate the kiss, your hands snaking along his arms and up his shoulders while your lips fight for dominance. The kiss becomes more heated and it’s not long before you submit and part your lips, allowing his tongue to enter, tasting you and dancing with your tongue, causing small little moans to fall from your lips. You feel calloused fingers gently caress your cheek before he breaks off the kiss and puts his forehead to yours.
“I shouldn’t really be doing this” He whispered  as he ran his thumb along your jaw 
“I won’t tell and no one is going to know…managed to turn off your body cam” You purr as you start to unbutton a few buttons on his shirt “It can be our thing”
You feel him claim your lips once more, slipping in some tongue as his kiss becomes more heated, driven by a want and a need to punish you by other means. He breaks off the kiss and gets to his feet, pulling you up from the ground and leading you back to the car, looking around to see if anyone was watching but thankfully the location was quiet, no one walking around and there were hardly any cars driving by. It was a perfect spot.
He puts on a bit of a show just in case, making it look like he had arrested you and was putting you in the back before he then walked round to the other side and joined you in the back, closing the door behind him. You slide across the seats towards him and straddle his lap, your hands getting back to work on his shirt, making light work at unfastening the remaining buttons. You feel his hands slip under your top, his fingers tip toeing, slowly along your sides, reaching for your bra strap, grumbling when he realises you have one of them fiddly sports bras on, his reaction causing you to giggle a little.
“Need me to undo it?” You ask him playfully
“No…just tell me what it is, is it a zip at the front or Zip and hooks?” He asks huskily as he pushes your top up,studying the black sports bra that you have on underneath.
“It’s a zip and hooks” You reply as you remove your top and throw it on the seats next to you.
You feel him get to work, his fingers making light work of unfastening your bra, freeing your breasts from their material cage, He gently kisses down your cleavage, before his fingers start to gently tease and caress your hardened nipples. Your breath hitches in your throat, you can feel your nerves spark and spring into life, making you more responsive to his touch as you start to feel the bulge in his pants grow and become more hardened. You bite your lip and smirk a little.
“Officer Nolan, is that your Baton in your pants?” You ask playfully
“You wanna find out?” He asks in a seductive manner, guiding your hands down to his gun belt You grin and slowly unfasten his belt, carefully moving it to one side before you then unfasten his work pants, slowly pulling them down along with his boxers, giving you a good look at his impressive package in all its glory. You lick your lips in anticipation as you run your hands slowly along his inner thighs, pushing yourself between his legs, placing his hardened manhood in between your breasts. You then bend down and gently suck and lick the tip, giving you a taste of him while one of your hands works his shaft. It’s like music to your ears as you hear the little grunts and moans tumble from his mouth, his fingers running through your hair, tugging it a little, urging you to keep going.
You get him riled up, bringing the teasing to a halt, causing him to crave more from you. You run your hands over his toned body, feeling his skin erupt with goosebumps as he hums deep in his throat. You then start undoing your trousers, fumbling a little as you pull them off, somehow managing to remove them without taking off your boots, a skill that seemingly impressed Nolan before you straddle him once more, positioning yourself carefully as you kiss him deeply, letting your tongues dance before you lower yourself down, allowing him to enter, your silkened walls stretching to his size.
You let out a tiny gasp as you feel every inch of him inside of you. You feel his hands grip your hips, thumbs doing small circular movements while his long fingers grip your ass cheeks , urging you on. You bite your lip and begin to slowly rock your hips, a euphoric sense of pleasure slowly building as you move up and down his length. You can feel yourself start to clamp around him, drawing him deeper within you. You can feel your sweet nectar slowly begin to trickle from your core as he buries his head between your breasts. You can hear small little grunts fall from his lips as you place your hands on his shoulders using them to help build momentum.
You up your rhythm, pleasure consuming you as you feel him start to move in rhythm with you, the sensation causing you to moan in pleasure as you feel him begin to suck and lick one of your nipples. Your toes curl in ecstasy as you throw your head back, feeling one of his hands move up your spine, supporting you as the other hand gently spanks your ass. You yelp a little, the mix of pain and pleasure sending you into a frenzy.
“More” You pant
This time he spanks you harder, you cry out and then moan in pleasure as your body trembles under his touch. Your body feels electric as you feel yourself beginning to reach your climax, you can feel your juices oozing down his shaft, making it easier to ride his length, your tempo getting faster and faster as you become undone, your orgasm becoming similar to that of an inner, pleasurable explosion, causing you to cry out his name, your sweet nectar soaking him, listening to his loud guttural moans and groans as you become lost in a blissful haze while he rides out his own sexual high,
You have two, maybe three more orgasms after, each one more intense than the last. You’re spent and so is he as you both rest in each others arms, catching your breaths, skin glistening with sweat as you both enjoy the blissful state you are in, basking in the afterglow.
After a while, you find yourself claiming his lips momentarily before you gaze upon him in a seductive manner.
“So officer… Am I still under arrest?” You ask with a purr
“I think you’ve served your punishment.” He pants as he steals a kiss “You’re free to go Skull face”
“What you going to tell your boss?” you ask
“You overpowered me and got away” He says calmly, gently stroking your cheek.
You smile, stealing one more kiss as your carefully dismount him, grabbing your discarded clothes and hastily getting dressed, watching him do the same as you both steal a few more glances. You then open the door and slide out of the car, turning round to look at him, a cheeky grin on your lips
“Hope to bump into you again Officer Nolan, maybe next time you’ll overpower me” You say before giving him a playful wink.
You walk away from the car, confident and slightly cocky before you then disappear into the shadows once more.
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idesofrevolution · 1 year
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Purple Haze
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“Who the fuck are you!” You stared at the half naked man lying on your sofa, playing GTA V, the room reeking of weed and… some unidentified scent. “Get the hell out of my house!” You were shrieking like a banshee, yet this studly stranger took no notice of your rage.
“Yo, bruh. Why you screamin’? Calm down.” As if a Valium hit you like a brick, waves of relief washed over you.
“I… I don’t know.” You stood there, dumbfounded. Wondering why it was you were so surprised this dude was in your apartment. You calmly place your stuff down at the door, kicking off your uncomfortable work shoes.
“Man, that fuckin’ job has got you stressed out as fuck.” He sits upright, patting the leather cushion next to him. Your head still fuzzy, you idly find yourself waddling over to him, and plopping down next to him on the couch. He tosses his arm around your shoulder, and hands you the second controller, which you gladly accept. There is nothing like Grand Theft Auto to let out all that aggression that builds up after a bullshit shift. “Sit back, and just let it out bro. I’ll roll us a blunt.”
Marco bends over, opening the pot box. Wait. Marco. Yeah, that’s his name. But, why do you know him? How do you know him? Have you seen him before? It’s as you stumble over the little holes in your memory, your nose is bombarded once again by that strange smell. Sweet. Salty. Sour… It’s rank! Yet, addictive. Your mind occupied on the game, your nose focused on the smell… It’s a sensual overload when Marco finally has the blunt in his mouth, lighting it up and letting out his typical massive cloud.
“Aight, here.” You take the blunt from his fingers, and he tosses his arm around your shoulders once again. You bring the blunt to your lips, and light it. You inhale, taking in that oh so familiar spicy taste of ganja. You sigh as you let out the smoke, settling into Marco’s comfortable hold. You try and pass it back to him, but he quietly refuses. “Nah, man. You need it way more than I do.”
You two shout and laugh together, high as kites as your outrageous shenanigans on GTA coincide perfectly with the absurdist humour the weed brings out. It’s at this point once again that your drawn again to that smell. It tickles the hairs in your nose, giving you shivers down your spine. Marco looks over to you, noticing your obvious goosebumps down your arms.
“Ahh. I know what you need.” You feel a hand grab the back of your head, and within seconds, your face is buried in a dark, dank little space. The smell is pulsating into your nostrils, clearly it is coming from here. “Yeah, I know how you like it. Breathe it in, babe.” You grasp Marco’s meaty pecs and back, pulling your face deeper into the sweaty armpit. He always knows how to treat you when you’ve had a rough day. Marco plays on, smiling, yet nonchalantly unperturbed. You lap up the beads of trapped sweat from his damp pits, savouring each and every ounce of his salty taste.
You pull away from your boyfriend’s musky pits for only a moment; just enough time to slowly and seductively pull down his beat up sweatpants. His gorgeous cock springs to attention, smacking you in the cheek. The familiar sour stench of his musky balls and cock welcomes you back to your favourite place on earth.
Marco grabs the base of it, smirking that familiar, cocky sidegrin. You know exactly what to do. You gently kiss and caress his tip, fondling those melons he calls his balls. Your insatiable lust takes over, as you go down on your boyfriend, deepthroating as if you’ve done it every single day. Each time your nostrils hit his bush, you take in that incredible stench, a product of his lackadaisical stance on showering.
He grabs the back of your head, thrusting his cock into your mouth, throatfucking you like he loves to do. He growls, moans, and grunts as he furiously fucks your face. Each slap of his balls on your chin, you are reminded of the amazing streams of seed that will flow down your throat- your drink of choice. No sooner as you think it, Marco roars out his animalistic grunt as he shoots his massive load down your throat. Stream after stream, neverending. You can feel the cum get caught in the back of your throat, heading up to your sinuses, and trickling down your nose. Each throbbing thrust of cum fills you in ways you cannot explain. As if it flowed from your mouth to your toes, filling you up with every single burst. You found yourself pulsating, your muscles stretching and contracting with every load barreled into your powerful gut.
Marco dismounts your cum-soaked face, and passionately kisses you. His little alpha persona is such a mock up, as you know that he’d rather just light a blunt than boss you around! You look down at the tattered remains of boring square work clothes on your lean, muscled body. What the fuck had happened? Who the fuck wears that shit? Thank god you sell out of your place, so you don’t even have to put pants on! Slipping on your favourite trash shirt, and rancid, cumsoaked undies, you plop back into your seat, while Marco begins to repay the favour you paid him. He’s in for a surprise. You didn’t wash up this morning, so there might be a little… Build up down there. You take a puff of your blunt as your boyfriend goes down on your cheesy cock. Damn. Doesn’t get better than this.
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That Damn Cadillac
I JUST REALIZED THAT IT SAYS WARD NOT RAFE ILL TRY AND DO A WARD ONE! IM SORRY I HAVE TERRIBLE EYES
A/N: a little short one!
pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader
warning: hickeys, protected sex, oral
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Y/N’s POV
Rafe got this black 1950 Cadillac Series 62 and he calls it his baby. He would drive me around ALL the time and we would, you know what…
One night we went to West Point where many people go there and make out and have sex. It was really good, he gave me hickeys and treated me like a princess gonna be honest with you.
But this time, it was different. We made love with the Cadillac top open and the sex was different as well.
July 7th, 8:30 PM
"Where do you want to go next?" I said looking at Rafe after our date at the .
“You’ll see.” Rafe smirks.
I’m getting nervous. We go to West Point. I already can tell it's going to be a long night or time to be here. Rafe pushes a button to put the Cadillac roof down so we can get some fresh air, I hope that's what he's doing.
"Rafe, what are you doing?" I look at him.
That smirk again. That damn smirk.
He starts to kiss me, and I kiss him back. We go to the back of the Cadillac and he starts to take my clothes off but I hope he can't tell that I'm uncomfortable with the top open.
Rafe gave me anything that would make me scream or moan. He gave me hickeys on my neck, inner thighs, and breasts. It felt so good I couldn't stand him stopping. I wanted to put him back where he was giving me hickeys at.
"Rafe." I tug on his hair lightly to make him to look at me.
"Mhm." He looks at me with a small smile.
"Why do you want to do this while the top is down?" I question him.
"Just wanted to do something new." Rafe gives me a grin.
"Can we do what we normally do while we have sex?" I look at him with puppy dog eyes.
"Whatever you want baby," He says when he's about to kiss my neck.
He gets a condom and puts it on his cock. I ready. We go at it and I start to scream, I can feel him smirking on my neck. I make him get closer to me and kept fucking me and I could hear other people moan, I look at a car and the girl looked like she’s god damn enjoying the good fuck she’s with. Rafe fucked me harder to make me scream louder. I think he noticed me looking at the couple having the time of their life. Rafe comes and waits for me to come. We stop and all we came hear is our heavy breathing and I can smell our sweat.
“Was this better than our other times Y/N/N?” Rafe looks down at me.
“You have no idea.” I heavy breathed.
“Do you want to do this again one day?” He says.
“If we can Rafe.”
Rafe gives me small kisses on my body but I stop him so we can’t go any further again. The way he looks at me and it’s looks like he understood why I stopped him.
“I want to go home babe.” I said to him.
“Let me put the top back on my baby and get our clothes.” Rafe says to me.
10 minutes later
We leave West point and got back to my house and Rafe spend the night with me and we fell asleep immediately when we got in my bed.
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thee-horny-thicky · 6 months
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Love Song: The Finale
After months of waiting, I present to you, the smutty finale of Love Song. Just in time for Kinktober, too :)
Prev Part: HERE
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You leaned closer to him until your faces were just centimeters apart. “Can I kiss you, Gyutaro?”
He didn't waste time giving you a verbal answer. Instead, he leaned forward and crashed his lips against yours. You immediately responded, putting your bottom lip between his and encircling your arms around his neck to keep the two of you glued together. He was mindful of his sharp teeth as he kissed you with fervor, not wanting to hurt you. His control started to slip when you moaned into his mouth, somehow managing to press your body even closer to his. His instincts screamed at him to claim you and truly make you his. His claspers started to protrude from the slit concealed by his pelvic fins, revealing his need to breed.
The longer your lips mashed together, the more his restraint waned. And when you nipped his lower lip, something awoken inside him, giving him no choice but to give in to his primal urges.
Gyutaro pulled away. His instincts were screaming for him to claim you, to take you to his lair and fuck a baby into you. But you were human, and your species did things differently from his. Causal sex was had among sirens, but as a rule, the act carried greater significance than it did with humans. Most of the time, ‘causal’ sex was seen as a test run, a way to weave out those unsuitable to mate with. For humans, causal sex often came with the guarantee that nothing more would come out of it.
“We can’t…. we need to stop,” Gyutaro panted, ruing to such a thing.
Even though he hated saying the words, he needed to give you an out, a chance to realize how serious this was for him. It’d hurt if you didn’t feel the same way, but he’d be able to live with the knowledge that he gave you a choice. If he took you by force, you’d likely be unhappy, and the last thing he wanted was an unhappy mate.
You tilted your head to the side, your brows furrowing. “Why?” 
Damnit, but you looked adorable. And your plump, reddened lips only added to your appeal. Even if he couldn’t smell your arousal, your blown-out pupils and flushed skin told him all he needed to know. Maybe it was just for a quick fuck or to fulfill a strange fantasy you harbored, but you wanted him too. Perhaps not as much as he did, but some degree of lust was there. And maybe, just maybe, he could live with that. Even if you two didn’t fully mate, he’d at least be able to have you once.
No, scratch that, he’d already know one time wouldn’t be enough.
“Because I’ll breed you otherwise,” Gyutaro said honestly.
Often, pups were conceived during the mating ritual, as it was a time when both parties gave in to their primal instincts. And across species, the need to breed was a base desire.
You blinked, growing obviously flustered. Then, to his surprise, you said, “Okay.”
“Okay?” he parroted, gawking at you.
Breeding was daunting for the unmated of his kind, even though they knew the importance of it. So for you, a human, to be so casual about it blew his mind.
“Yes, okay. I’m assuming it’s a part of the mating ritual thing you told me about?”
Your casualness left Gyutaro speechless, so all he could do was nod.
“So….can we continue?”
“No,” he pushed out, though the word pained him. “I don’t think you realize the gravity of your words.”
You cocked your head to the side. “You said it’s like marriage.”
“It’s more complex than that!” he snapped, trying to get you to see exactly what you’re agreeing to. “Our souls will become one, and we’ll never be able to separate. Do you understand that?”
You narrowed your eyes at him, the sudden onslaught of your anger shocking him. “I know you think I’m dumb, and I probably don’t fully understand what the mating ritual entails, but I don’t mind being with you forever! No matter how fucked it started, this is the most genuine relationship I ever had, and I don’t want to lose that. This island, you, have made me feel contentment I’ve never felt before, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep that. Do you understand that?”
Your declaration stole his ability to speak, and his heart pounded as it never had before. Butterflies formed in his stomach, and the bastards refused to keep still. He wished that he could verbalize his feelings as you just had, that he could make an equally as grand speech of the affection he felt for you. Instead, all he could do was stare at you with a goofy grin, and mutter, “I understand.”
Luckily, that was more than enough for you.
******
Weeks later, the day Gyutaro had been waiting for rolled around. After the passionate kiss on the beach, he decided that things needed to slow down so he could properly court you, the process involving gifts, serenades, and chitchats about nothing in particular. The process brought you two even closer together, and it never failed to make his heart flutter when he saw you wear one of his gifts. He quickly learned that you preferred shiny rocks and pretty shells as opposed to dead sea creatures, and nearly burst with joy when he learned that you’d used them to make some necklaces and bracelets.
Tonight, lying on a makeshift bed in a grotto hidden away from the outside world, you dawned your homemade bracelets on each arm but kept your neck noticeably bare. He knew the reason behind your choice, and it only made him more eager.
“Say it once more,” he ordered, wanting to ensure you had the incantation memorized.
It was in his language, one difficult for humans to learn. He corrected you every time you mispronounced a word, but that didn’t take away his worry that when it came time to finalize your relationship, it’d be too difficult for you to say.
You rolled your eyes, already nude and waiting for him, your clothes a forgotten pile on the beach. “Gyutaro, you made me say it a thousand times already! If I don’t have it memorized now, I never will.”
He huffed out a breath and swam closer, his hands now able to touch the shore. And more importantly, you. You laying in the swallows, your hair dampened and the waves lapping at your body. You gazed at him through lidded eyes, the look in them betraying your lust. As he drew closer, you parted your legs, allowing him to position himself between them. He sat back and gathered you into his arms, yanking you forward so you could sit in his lap. Your squeal of laughter made him smile.
“Sue me for wanting to make sure everything goes perfectly,” he murmured, using a clawed hand to stroke your wet hair, your bare chests pressed together.
You licked your lips and wrapped your arms around his neck. “It will. And if we don’t get it right the first time, we’ll try again.”
Before he could reply, you were crushing your lips against his. Gyutaro responded just as eagerly, though he paid close attention to his teeth in proximity to your lips. They were sharp, and if he wasn’t careful, they could nick you. He rammed his tongue into your mouth at the first opportunity, stroking his lengthier pink appendage against yours.
You moaned into his mouth, and he wrapped an arm around your lower back to keep you trapped against him. The kiss was sloppy and passionate, the result of longing and a burning desire for one another.
“Need you,” you mumbled against his mouth. Your words made him moan, and his claspers began to emerge from behind his pelvic fins. You smiled as you felt them. “You need me too, huh?”
“Obviously,” he said, burying his head in the crook of your neck.
He pressed a kiss into the crook of your neck before biting down. You whimpered, your hands flying to his hair as he nibbled and sucked at the delicate flesh. He bit down gently, but it was still enough to draw blood. Immediately, he licked up the red nectar, groaning in pleasure as more of your plasma flooded his mouth. Blood was never sweet, but yours was like candy to him, even with the metallic taste ever-present.
Gyutaro has always favored human blood over any other creature. It was savory in a unique way, and no other food or creature tasted quite like it. And yours was something else entirely, something he felt himself already growing addicted to.
It took some effort, but he withdrew his head from your neck when he was certain you would have his mark. “Delicious,” he murmured, having grown even more eager to commence the mating ritual.
A bruise in the shape of his teeth was already forming on your neck, and he couldn’t hold back his grin. He expected you to make a remark about it, but you were silent. He realized your gaze was glued to his lap, and that’s when it hit him.
Humans didn’t have two penises. He did.
“Do I need to take them both?” you asked, your tone filled with curiosity instead of the fear he expected.
If nothing else, your demeanor was a good sign.
“I’m sure one would do,” he said to reassure you.
He’d love nothing more than to split you on both his cocks, pumping you full of his semen until it was a guarantee you’d bear his pups. The thought alone nearly sent him into a frenzy, but he knew he had to restrain himself. Humans were more delicate than his species, and using both of his claspers may hurt you.
“That’s not what I asked.”
He sighed. “Typically, both are used doing mating, but sirens usually only mate with other sirens. But—”
“Okay,” you said, grabbing the upper cock and running your thumb along the slit, making him inhale sharply. “I’ll take them both.”
He shuddered, before groaning as you started to rub his shaft.  
“B-breeding,” he pushed out, feeling the need to remind you of the primary purpose of intercourse.
Even when it was for pleasure, the need to breed was every present during intimate moments.
 “Oh?” you hummed, reaching under your body to grab his other cock. “So, I need to take them both in my pussy?”
Your lewd, blasé words pulled another groan from him, his opposition to the idea starting to fade. But still….
“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he panted as you fondled him.
You rested your forehead against his, somehow flexible enough to continue to stroke his shafts. “I want to remember our first time together as long as possible.” you purred as precum started to bead from his tips. “I wanna feel you for days, Gyutaro.” You brought your mouth to his ear. “I want my cunt to be molded to take you in every way possible.”
 Those words snapped the last of his restraint. He forced your hands to halt, then grabbed your hips and positioned the tip of his upper cock at your entrance. He kept ahold of you, ensuring you took him halfway before grabbing his other cock and guiding it to the same hole. You widened your stance to give him easier access, planting your feet on either side of him.
You were so wet, and he was leaking so much pre-cum that additional lubrication wasn’t needed to slide it in. You mewled as the second tip prodded at your already-filled hole before a scream was torn from you when he slammed you down on his cocks, making you take both to the hilt.
******
You’d never felt so full. All thoughts had left your head, and your eyes were rolled back. Gyutaro was larger than most human men you’d been with, making the initial stretch painful. For a moment, you worried you’d tear. But damnit, mama—flawed as she was—didn’t raise no quitter. So, you kept silent, allowing him to maneuver you onto both cocks.
And you’re so glad you did.
Both of your breaths are coming out in ragged pants, and moan after moan is pulling torn from you as Gyutaro thrusts into your pussy. Drool is trickling from your mouth, every pleasure point located in your cunt being stimulated. Every move his him hitting that spongy spot deep inside you and brushing against your cervix, creating pleasure you’d never felt before. You didn’t want the sensation to ever end. To ensure neither dick would slip out, you wrapped your legs around his back. Gyutaro responded by enveloping your lower back with his muscular arms, guaranteeing the two of you would stay locked together for as long as possible.
“You’re taking it so well,” he praised as he brought a hand to your breasts, thumbing at your hardened nipples.
You whimpered in response, finally finding it within yourself to rock against him ever so slightly. He brought a hand down on your ass, the sound of the slap echoing off the walls of the cave.
“Did I tell you to move?” he asked, the hand on your tit faltering.
You shook your head, unable to formulate a single word. The state you were in seemed to give him pride, and when you stilled, he leaned forward and took a breast into his mouth, muffling his moans. Indescribable sounds were pulled from you as he mouthed at your tits while splitting you open on his cocks. He quickly got into a habit of taking a nipple into his mouth, nibbling a delicate bud with care, and giving kitten licks to ease the slight pain. He’d repeat the entire process on the other breast.
“You feel so fucking good,” you crooned, tears of pleasure forming in your eyes as you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching.
He gave a moan in response. Your entire body started to shake as tension in your stomach started to unravel. You arched into him, your clit pulsing as you finally came. A scream was pulled from your throat as Gyutaro continued to thrust into you at a relentless pace, fucking you through your high. You felt a flood of liquid gush from you, but the fact that you’d just squirted barely registered as quivered around his cock.
When you started to still, Gyutaro pulled you into a kiss, his thrusts slowing. A content sigh left you, and he took advantage of the opportunity it presented to slip his tongue into your mouth. As your tongues intertwine, his grip on your body becomes tighter. He had a salty flavor, likely the result of swimming through seawater all day, and you could still taste the metallic aftertaste of your blood in his mouth.
You were breathless by the time he finally pulled away, and you couldn’t help but admire how he looked at the moment. His pupils were blown out, making his normally yellow eyes appear black. His lips were stained red, your kiss not having erased all the traces of your blood.
“You’re so pretty,” you murmured, feeling like you’d been fucked out of your body.
Your mind had slowed drastically, and right now, all you could focus on was him. Gyutaro had consumed your entire being, and anything that wasn’t him seemed irrelevant.
He smiled, leaning forward and resting his forehead against yours. “Shouldn’t that be my line?” He pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose before you could respond. “You’re doing so well, sweet thing, but we aren’t done yet. Do you remember what you have to say?”
It took a moment for the words to come to you, but when they did, your stomach fluttered in anticipation. “Yeah.”
He rolled his eyes. “And that’s why I made you recite it so many times.” He craned his neck to the side. “Now bite me. We need to ingest each other’s blood.”
You nodded, then leaned down and complied. You bite down as hard as you can, pulling a moan from him as his blood floods your mouth. A metallic taste was present, but it was saltier than human blood. There was a vaguely fishy taste, a flavor that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Whatever it was, it made him taste very palatable, and you imagine there’s some exotic form of sushi out there that has the exact same flavor.
As you lapped up his blood, he returned the favor. Time started to become irrelevant, something oddly intimate about the moment. It would inspire disgust in many, but you’d never felt closer to another living being.
The fact that both his cocks were still buried in you probably played a part in that.
When you started to feel lightheaded, he pulled away. You mimicked him, and he swiped a tongue over your bloody lip.
“You taste like sushi,” you revealed without prompting, giggling when his eyebrows shot up.
“I’m not a fish!” he said in exasperation.
You knew he loathed being compared to sea creatures, and you’d started to associate his kind as their own being instead of a cross between two different species. Still, you didn’t hesitate to point out his fishier qualities, no matter how much it irked him.
At your goofy grin, he sighed, the corners of his mouth twitching up. He ran a hand through your hair, and you nuzzled into his touch.
“You ready?” he asked.
Without even saying it, you knew he spoke of binding vows. You nodded eagerly, shifting in excitement. He released a breathy moan, reminding you that your cunt was still wrapped around him. You’d already grown used to the feeling of him inside you, and you dreaded the emptiness that would be felt when he pulled out.
“Kī zī,” he began, and you immediately repeated the words, talking faster in a bid to keep pace with him.
The first two words of the vows were the simplest, and from what he told you, they roughly translated to, “My love.” You’d memorized the meaning of the entire thing, but at that moment, you were making such an effort to say everything correctly and in pace with Gyutaro that you couldn’t remember what they translated to. But though you couldn’t recall the translation, you could almost feel the bond that was forged as you chanted the words that’d bound you to Gyutaro forever. The look in his eyes at that moment could only be described as utter devotion.
When the two of you said the words, “Kam kèjsut,” or together forever in human, a feral look entered his eyes. He started to thrust into you again. You gasped, your voice starting to quiver as he resumed pounding into you. You wrapped your arms around his neck to ground yourself. You moaned out the rest of the words, and the moment the vows were complete, he slammed his mouth against yours. Your mouths not separated, he guided you onto your back, then grabbed your knees and pinned them to your chest. You whined against him, the new position allowing him to go even deeper.
He pulled away, panting heavily as he stared down at you with wild eyes. “Gonna fuck a baby into you,” he practically growled as he plunged into you, his eyes glued to your bouncing tits. “You want that, sweet thing?”
You cried out, “Yes,” already feeling another climax build. When it hit, it was just as intense as the last.
 It must’ve triggered Gyutaro’s orgasm because seconds later he was moaning atop you as he painted your inner walls white. He came an inhuman amount, and some of his cum started to drip out despite you being plugged up with his cocks. The sight of your cunt leaking with his semen seemed to worsen the frenzy he’d been sent into, and fingers joined the mix in an impossible bid to keep it all inside you. You whimpered as his thumb brushed against your clit, and tears began to form in your eyes as he started moving again.
You were going to be here a while, and by the time he was done, you doubt your pussy would ever be the same. However, you didn’t mind one bit.
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yumizcorner · 1 year
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All in~
Skz Ot8 x Reader
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!!fem reader | gangbang | creampie | filthy smut | dirty talk | pet names (daddy etc.) | Oral (f and m rec.) | cum eating | degradation | squirting | everything else I forgot to mention!!
A/n: i tried my best to write this and I hope y‘all like it
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„hey y/n…how are you?“ the guy on the phone asked. „I‘m good…how come you‘re calling so randomly?“ I asked him since it was 00:20am on a Sunday. „Oh well…I just wanted to check up on you“ he said and I could hear that he was nervous. „come on hyung you lost the bet so you gotta ask her.“ a voice in the back whispered wich made me chuckle. „Come on Chan whats wrong?“ he exhaled deeply and then talked again. „you know…it might sounds weird but me and the other guys thought about…well…you know…“ i sighed. „What Chan? You guys thought about what?“ I kinda lost patience on him since we already were in a call for 5 minutes now.
„Me and the members saw a video somewhere wich we found…interesting so we thought..“ He was getting nervous again so another one of the boys shouted from the back. „we wanna fuck you.“ I could hear 6 shocked inhales after he said that. „Please what?“ I said with a slight amused smile on my face since I found it funny. „Lee know is right.“ suddenly my face freezes. I thought they were joking. „Wait..all eight of you?“ i said in disbelief. „We know it’s much that we‘re asking for but we thought asking wouldn’t hurt anybody.“ I let out a small giggle. „Y‘all can stop playing now I was shocked already.“
for a few seconds,that felt like half an hour,nobody said anything. My mouth ran dry as I noticed. „You guys are playing aren’t you-?“ I asked with a blank face. I heard Chan clearing his throat before speaking up. „well we aren’t…b-but it’s okay if you don’t want to.“ he said in one breath. „I don’t really-“ before I could end my sentence I got interrupted by Chan. „You know what…just forget about it. We‘re sorry that we disturbed you. Sleep well.“
Before I could speak up again he ended the call. I just sat there in silence and tried to realise the situation.
After a few more minutes I came back to reality and decided to just go to sleep.
I woke up at 2pm the next day. I got ready and went to the city. I decided to visit the boys later on. Maybe but only maybe I also decided to accept the boys offer.
I told me best friend Yuna to come with me. I wanted to buy new lingerie for that day since I wanted to look as pretty as possible.
(just imagine any pretty lingerie you like. I couldn’t find any that I liked)
Once we were done with all the shopping we hang out a bit. „You really wanna get railed by eight man?“ she said while she drank her iced coffee. „Yuna- I-“ it’s not like she wasn’t right tho but I felt kinda weird when she said that. I mean it’s not that usual am I right? „Aren’t you afraid that they….yk…rip that wap apart?“ she said and took a sip of her coffee. I choked on mine and started to laugh. „Omg Yuna Stop.“ i said in disbelief and kept on laughing. „I trust them with all my life so I’m pretty sure they won’t do anything that I wouldn’t want.“ I said in a serious way. „I know I was just joking. And I also know that you know what you’re doing so I think you‘ll have a fun night tonight.“
Yuna went back home when it was about 8pm so I walked a few minutes with her until her way and my way were different. Nervousness started to take place in my whole body as I stood in front of the door wich belongs to the dorm of Chan and the others.
It felt like my heart stopped beating for a second as the door opened revealing Hyunjin. „Oh- hey y/n“ he said,sounding a little confused. „Hey Jinnie…could I come in?“ he nodded and stepped aside. I walked into the dorm and walked behind Hyunjin who took me where the other boys were. As soon as we arrived at the living room,everybody looked at me. „Hey“ I said blankly. They all greeted me and told me to sit down. We sat there in silence for a few minutes,only the voices on the tv making noise. God damn why is it that akward. „So why are you here?“ Jisung asked,desperate for an answer. „I bet she‘s here because she‘s accepting our offer.“ Lee know said giggling,with a smile on his face. „Minho!“ Chan said with a scolding tone. „h-he‘s right…“ I said looking down at my fingers while playing with them. „Really?“ Chan asked in disbelief. The other members just stared at me blankly. I nodded and could hear Lee know giggle again. Suddenly I could feel someone lifting up my chin. I looked up and looked into some brown eyes wich belonged to Lee know. „why would we waste more time hm? I think we should go to my bedroom and take the others with us. What do you think pretty girl?“ he asked while his lips were dangerously close to mine and his fingers still under my chin. I nodded in response since I was too stunned to speak up. „Use your words pretty girl. You should talk as long as you’re able to.“ he kissed me suddenly for a short moment then he left my lips again and looked into my eyes again. „I-I wanna go to your bedroom with the others.“ I managed to get out of my mouth. Lee know smirked and said „good girl.“ he backed up and picked me up from my seat. I squealed a little out of surprise. Minho took me to his bedroom while the others followed us. He placed me on the bed and kissed me again,this time way more passionately. After a few second I could feel someone’s hand resting on my inner thigh. I gasped a little as the hand went upper and made it to my clothed cunt. Minho started to kiss my neck,leaving marks wich also allowed me to look who’s hand was touching me.
Surprisingly it was the youngest who started to please me. „Can I?“ he asked softly with a smile on his face as he wanted to take off my clothes. „Of course.“ I said and helped him a little. Minho and Felix took off my upper clothes. Jeongin started to eat me out while Felix and Seungmin kissed my breasts. Minho was still marking up my neck. I moaned as Jeongin inserted one finger into me.
„we‘re gonna make you feel good tonight y/n.“ Lee know whispered into my ear. I looked around the room,searching for the others. They all stood closely,watching us.
„She tastes so good~“ Jeongin said. „And she feels so tight.“ Jisung hissed at his comment and unbuckled his belt. He wanted to touch himself but Minho stopped him. „Let y/n do that for you.“ he turned to me. „Will you help our little sungie out?“ he asked and I agreed. Lee know changed places with Jisung and sat down on a chair. Han didn’t really know what to do since he stood there like he‘s a lost child. „Sungie?“ he looked in my eyes as I continued to talk. „Don’t be shy. You can use me…I’m yours tonight.“ I started to lick around his tip since I wanted to help him a bit. He didn’t seem to be uncomfortable it just felt like he wasn’t really sure about if I wanted to do this. Jisung whimpered a bit as I took him fully into my mouth. Suddenly I could feel something big entering me wich caused me to moan around Han‘s dick. At this point he lost his sanity and started to fuck my throat while I tried to discover who fucked me. It didn’t take Han too long to cum since I kept on moaning. Once he came into my mouth I swallowed and showed him my empty mouth. „shit you’re so hot baby~“ he said and smiled. I turned my head and saw that it was Chan who slowly pushed into me. „Finally“ he said and bend down to face me. „now you‘re mine.“ he started to thrust roughly into me,making me moan. He laid his hands on my throat and started to choke me. He kept on thrusting roughly and fast. I felt like I was going to lose my mind any second. I felt like a moaning mess and I was one. „Fuck she‘s so tight.“ Chan groaned. „She looks so fucked out even tho you’re the first one that uses her.“ Changbin said. I don’t know why but I had to moan at his comment. It perhaps was because he said that Chan is the first one to use me. It did something to me. „God she clenched around me.“ Chan said.
„oh look at that…our little innocent girl is a cute precious slut.“ Lee know said. „Are you our slut? Come on say it for us. Tell us how slutty and dirty you are y/n“ I stuttered as I tried to focus on his words. My mind was foggy and I couldn’t seem to be able to think of words I could say. „awww is channie fucking you too good? You like how he‘s railing you?“ Hyunjin said while he sat down besides me. All those words that Lee know and Hyunjin said made me go insane. I felt how my first high build up and how amazing it made me feel. Chris fucked me harder with every single thrust wich send me over the edge. „Daddy~ fuck fuck fuck~“ I said as i came hard around Chan‘s cock. This also made him cum deep inside of me. I could feel how his seeds spilled into me. He thrusted a few more times and then pulled out. I could feel my pussy throb at the lost contact wich made me whimper.
While I tried to calm down from my high I felt someone teasing my clit. I opened my eyes,revealing Seungmin. He rubbed his dick against my entrance,spreading his pre cum on it. I whined as I wanted and needed more. „D-don‘t tease me Minnie please~“ Seungmin just laughed at my comment and pushed his tip into me. He hissed and then pushed in further. „gosh you feel so good.“ Seungmin said as he moved in and out. He started slowly but lost his control after a few thrusts.
Suddenly Hyunjin forced my mouth to stay open and laid his fingers into my mouth. I instantly started to suck and lick them while looking in his eyes. „She looks so adorable like this.“ Jeongin said and the others agreed while they all watched the scenario. „Can I cum inside you princess?“ Seungmin asked while fucking me sloppily and chaotically. „y-yes“ I managed to get out of my mouth while Hyunjin‘s long and slim fingers we‘re still in me. He forced his fingers into my throat and watched me closely as Seungmin came in my cunt,being the second one to fill me up. Hyunjin pulled his fingers out of my mouth and messily smeared the spit that was left on his hand onto my breasts.
After that he stood up and looked down at me. „will you suck me off just as good as you sucked my fingers?“ I looked up at him and smiled before removing his clothes hungrily. I gulped a little when I saw his hard cock in front of me. He was very big wich made me worry but I was too horny and fucked out to think of anything. I kissed his tip and then started to take him into my mouth. He thrusted a bit into my mouth wich made me even more needy. I sucked him off fast and messy but it seemed like he liked it since he groaned a few times.
I gasped around his cock when I felt someone entering me again. The way how they just used me when they wanted to,without asking turned me on so much.
I looked to the side and saw Changbin who entered me slowly. His dick was way thicker then the others I had so far. He stretched me out so much i felt like he was gonna rip me apart. Before I could look back to Hyunjin myself,he took my face and forced me to look at him. „Don’t take your eyes off of me.“ he looked at me with a serious dominating gaze that made me even more wet. He started to deepthroat me at the same time that Changbin started to move inside of me. „oh my god guys look at that.“ Jisung said and pointed at my throat. „Ahw baby~ sad that you can’t see yourself right now because you look too pretty with my cock lining out in your throat.“ I moaned around him wich made him hiss again. „Fuck Baby~“ Hyunjin said and gripped my hair with one hand. He held my head with the other and started to fuck my throat. Tears started to run down my cheek but I enjoyed every single second of it. He came with a moan and I swallowed instantly. Hyunjin sat down on a chair and rested while I was now focusing on Changbin.
„I wanna ride you please~ can I?“ he smiled at my request and said „anything you want.“ he picked me up and sat down while placing me on top of him. I sat down on his dick and started to move up and down. It hurt a bit but I couldn’t care less. All I wanted was to please Changbin. Out of nowhere somebody pushed my upper body down onto Changbin‘s. A few seconds I felt something poking my ass. „Relax baby~“ I heard Jeongin’s voice. I tried to do as he told me and relaxed as good as I could since Changbin‘s cock was still inside of me. Jeongin prepared me with two fingers and then entered me with his dick. He moved a few times until I told him it was fine. After I said that,Changbin also started to move again. Jeongin thrusted into me from behind while Binnie thrusted into me from under me. At this point I became a moaning mess again. The only thing I felt and could focus on was how their cocks were basically destroying me and how I enjoyed it. „she‘s even taking two cocks at the same time well.“ Jeongin smirked and kept on moving. I screamed and came loudly while both we‘re fucking me through my orgasm. The overstimulation caused me to moan again and louder. After a few more thrusts Changbin came,followed by Jeongin. They pulled out and laid me down on the bed again. I breathed heavily as I was calming down. „You think you can handle one more time baby?“ Lee know asked softly. „Yes yes yes. Please Lee know I need you.“ even tho I wasn’t really sure if I could make it I still needed him. I was craving him. „Are you sure? I‘m not sure~“ he said teasingly and lined his fingers through my wet folds. „Please Minho. I‘m begging you please. Please fill me up with your cock please I need you. Use me please.“ Lee know scoffed and spitted out a "pathetic" before entering me completely without a warning and moving instantly. I started to scream out my moans and gripped onto the bedsheets besides me. Lee know thrusted into me roughly and hard at the same time. „How can you be so tight even tho you got fucked by someone guys? God you‘re such a good slut.“ he laid his hands onto my hips and laid my legs onto his shoulders,hitting me deeper. It caused me to come already since it was too much for me to hold in but Minho didn’t stop. He kept on trusting at the same pace wich made me start to cry in pleasure. „you like how I’m fucking their cum into you y/n?“ I just moaned loudly at his comment. He made me feel so good that I started to drool. „Feels so good so full so big~“ I mumbled since I was fully out of my mind. „oh yeah dirty slut.“ he slowed down his pace and thrusted harder. I let out a scream at every single thrust he did. I looked to the side and saw Felix who jerked himself off to the whole scenario. Lee know also noticed and told him to come closer to the bed. „Cum on her face.“ Minho said blankly. Felix nodded and kept on jerking himself off. As soon as he started to moan louder I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out wanting to taste him. He came with a groan and spilled his cum into my mouth and some onto my face. I closed my mouth and wanted to swallow but Lee know interrupted me. „don’t swallow got it?“ I nodded and kept it in my mouth while he kept on railing me. „You‘re such a pretty slutty fuckdoll it’s insane“ he praised. He hit my sweet spot one hard time wich made me cum again but this time way more intense then the other times. My mouth was open wide,showing off all the cum that was in my mouth mixed with some of my spit. „Holy shit she squirted.“ I heard Chan saying. I couldn’t even think wich was why I just laid there moaning with my mouth slightly opened only feeling Minhos hard thrusts. „You‘re so dirty fuck~ you look like a disgusting whore with that cum leaking from you’re mouth~“ he said and thrusted two last times. He came while gritting his teeth and closing his eyes. I could feel him spilling a lot of cum into me. „You filled me up so much~“ I muttered under my breath. „Oh my god she’s so fucked out Hyung.“ Jisung said. Minho pulled out and gave me a kiss on the forehead.
„Guys get something to clean her up and make sure that y‘all are free tomorrow we will take care of her…she‘ll need it“ Lee know said and gave me one last kiss on my cheek. „You did great y/n we‘re all so proud.“
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If your still taking naughty requests: Travis having to work later then usual and coming home. Laura’s working herself over with a dildo and moaning his name 🥵🥵
This started out so simple...warning for dirty talk and general naughtiness...
Laura likes to think she has a healthy command of her sex drive.
For the most part, she'd consider herself average when it comes to her lusts. Yes, she's young, but she wouldn't say she's overly horny. In high school she had a friend, Nicole, and she had to have some form of sexual intercourse on the reg - whether alone or solo - her needs were rampant.
Laura never understood it herself - yes, she liked sex and enjoyed engaging in it - all of her previous boyfriends, Max included, were always fun in bed and she always had a good time, but she never routinely craved it.
Enter Travis.
Sex with Travis is something Laura not only likes - she loves it - desires it - and finds herself needing it at the oddest intervals. Maybe because, even to this day, even with pretty much everything resolved between them, there's still this sort of lingering naughtiness to it.
Laura shouldn't enjoy having sex with a man who took two months of her life away. Laura shouldn't enjoy sex with a man who treated her at-the-time boyfriend like dirt. And Laura definitely shouldn't enjoy sex with a man whose niece she killed and who encouraged her to kill a kid, never mind the fact said kid was a mindless monster.
But she does. She absolutely does.
There's something about the way he comes at her - nine times out of ten - so hungry, so eager, so much like she's a life preserver saving him from drowning in the ocean that just-? It drives her crazy.
It hikes up her (otherwise) controllable sex drive and sends it into a tailspin - one she's reluctant to ignore. So, when one of Laura's sexual spikes hits and Travis is unavailable due to being at work, it's something of a problem.
Albeit an easily solvable one, and Laura stares at the large, bright mauve dildo she has on hand. She's never actually used it in this capacity - suction cupping it firmly to the wall - but she finds she's in a wanton haze for penetration and, in particular, penetration from behind.
She's a little leery about it - hot waves of embarrassment flushing her cheeks as she has to adjust and readjust the dildo until it's positioned just right, positioned to the point where she can easily and properly impale herself back on it.
Laura coats it with a considerable amount of lube - making the toy silky and soft and she makes sure to prep herself as well - a combo of reading and watching the right kind of erotica, while also touching herself with her slim fingers helping to stimulate her to the appropriate point.
Once she feels she's good and ready, she gets herself into position. She's wearing a sweet little pink bra that's no doubt visible thanks to the low cut of her billowy white silk shirt. She's also wearing a short, pleated black skirt - nothing beneath - and she's sure if someone saw her, and knew what she was doing, the whole 'bratty school girl' look would be called to attention.
And, okay, yes - that's sort of exactly what she's doing. It's a fantasy she's carried for a long time - being a disobedient student taught their place by a hot teacher. Some would no doubt consider it vanilla, but she considers it a classic for a reason, and she openly moans at the first touch of the dildo's bulbous head against her plush, heated lower lips.
It takes some time before she manages the right movements, the right angle, but once she finds it she exhales a shaky 'Oh, God!' and starts backing up against the toy with fervent, rapid thrusts of her hips.
It feels inexplicably good - the hard, yet flexible dildo sliding in and out of her throbbing channel - yet it gets a million times better when she pictures it as Travis.
The girth and feel of the toy has nothing on his actual proportions, but it's the idea that makes her bite her bottom lip, makes her breathing turn into shallower pants and she can picture him oh, so perfectly behind her.
Travis wearing a sharp white button up shirt, pressed black slacks, and a tie he has tossed over one shoulder as he holds her waist in both hands. He has such wonderful hands - big hot palms and wide fingers and she lets out a choked sound of adoration at the idea of his fingertips digging into her flesh - right beneath the material of her skirt.
You've been a real brat, haven't you? He'd sneer and Laura would shake her head, deny it. In fact, she does so now, giving herself fully over to the fantasy. He'd have loosened his clothing just enough to pull his dick out, to press it roughly into her from behind as he'd hiss, Liar.
And she is a liar. She's been bad, a complete and total brat. And he's going to fuck it out of her if it's the last thing he does, and Laura whimpers, helpless to her rampaging hormones as 'Travis's' (her own) hands begin to grope at her meager breasts.
Such a sweet lil' handful, he purrs hotly against the shell of her left ear, the heat of his front warming her back as he bends over her, Afraid I'm going to have to use these to teach you a lesson, girl.
He tweaks at her nipples through her bra and considering its lack of padding, she feels it very succinctly. The torturous pull of the cloth as he squeezes them tightly, rolling them to create just the right amount of friction and her mouth drops open, a little drool escaping because it feels horrible and wonderful - that thin line between the two making her choke.
One of his hands leaves her chest now, goes to her hair, and while this particular idea is nothing more than a phantom imagining, she lets out a sharp yelp of ecstasy - his imaginary fingernails scratching against her scalp as he takes a hank of her blonde tresses and tugs it back hard, making her throat arch - open and bared as she swallows.
See? You're being so good now - taking all of me like this. Taking every solid inch of my cock like a pro. Do you like this, girl? Do you like being my little whore?
"Yes..."
I can't hear you. Tell me that you love it. Tell me you'll be my good little whore.
"I will! I will!"
That's right. That's right, my girl. My lovely Laura...look at you. Your pussy is so wet, so tight. You've got such a slutty little cunt. I can feel it dragging on me. On me, Laura. No one else - not ever. You understand?
She wildly nods her head at the unspoken, imagined snarl.
Promise me, Laura.
"Ohhhh! Oh, God! Tr-Travis!"
"Laura?"
...and that wasn't her imagination.
Laura's eyes snap open and there's Travis. The real Travis. He's standing in the doorway of their bedroom, wide eyed and Laura's body stills, horror draping over her like an icy sheet.
She's got a silicone toy buried deep within her body, she's on her hands and knees, and Travis is just staring at her. She wants to shrivel up and die. Instead she finds herself speaking, voice thick due to her unsatisfied condition, "You're home?"
It's asked as a question. The world's stupidest question. Obviously he's home. He's home and looking at his girlfriend who, only moments ago, was fucking herself silly.
Travis just swallows, the sound painfully audible, "Yeah. Got off early. Thought I'd surprise you."
I'm surprised, she doesn't say, but thinks dryly as she drags in a ragged breath, unable to meet his eyes again as she whispers, "I was, ah...feeling some kind of way and-and you weren't supposed to be here till late, so..."
She doesn't explain. Instead, she just stares at her hands, where they're balled up in the carpet. Her knees burn slightly, and she's still stretched open by the toy, and this is ridiculous and embarrassing, but it's happened, and she'll just have to face the music.
Maybe someday this will even be funny.
Ha, ha.
The thought has zero humor and she's struggling to recall if she's ever been caught in such a humiliating position before only for Travis to husk, "So are you done?"
Laura's gaze shoots up to his, her expression beyond astonished. Travis is looking down at her and his hands are balled into fists too... almost as if he's -? Angry? But why would he be-?
"'Cause it sounded to me like you weren't done."
"Travis..." Now her swallowing is audible. His dark eyes are on fire and she watches as he openly palms at himself through his work uniform, even as he glares daggers at her, "Go on then."
She just makes a questioning sound and he growls, "Finish, sweetheart. Finish fucking yourself for me."
The hot bolt of shame and arousal hits her so hard she wonders if it's made her go cross eyed. Laura gasps, "Travis-!"
"C'mon - you were doing such a good job when I caught you." He reaches out a hand, his thumb rubbing along her chin right beneath her lower lip as he looks down at her, his eyes heavy-lidded, "You should see yourself. On your knees, split open by that thing. Disgraceful."
A pained sound squeaks out of her throat, her clit pinching at his tone, at how easily he slips into the role she was just imagining him in. Travis draws his hand from her face and pets her hair, "Well, you want to cum, don't you? Want to get off? If I hadn't walked in, you would have, wouldn't you? Would have kept on plugging yourself full of that monstrosity until your pussy clenched down on it, until you broke apart - never mind the fact that that thing can't fill you up the way I can."
Laura can't manage words now - only needy sounds of pleasure, because yes - yes! The things he's saying are one hundred percent true and she pulls from the toy, feels it begin to slip out of her as she moves to Travis, wanting him more than anything, only for him to gently push her back, murmuring gently, "Oh, no, no, no. Nuh-uh. What did I just say?"
The disgruntled noise she releases makes him beam with dark enjoyment as he continues to torment her, "Finish, Laura."
Grumbling and growling, Laura scowls, but starts to move again, pressing back into the toy. It's a little awkward at first - trying to find that rhythm and heat again - but slowly it starts to build back up, an engine running smoothly, and Travis is just-?!
He's standing in front of her.
Watching.
He's looking down and watching with rapt attention as Laura works herself over with the toy and it's still good, but nowhere near what she wants and a pleading keen winds its way out of her, coming out from her throat and his name is tangled somewhere within it.
"What's the matter, honey? It not as good?"
What erupts from her is nothing more than an emphatic cry that established that, yes, it's not as good. Travis, however, is unmoved, his whole demeanor cold, "You chose this, Laura. You could have been patient. You could have waited for me - but instead you tried to scratch your itch like a cat in heat."
"Please," Laura finally manages, her body wracked with slivers of pleasure, but only slivers, "Please, Travis...need you..."
It comes out as a petulant whine and a shark's smile takes his face, "What? You need me now? You didn't seem to need me before! You didn't seem to need me while you were bouncing on that thing like a cheap slut!"
He sounds furious, but she knows the truth. He's just as turned on as she is. She can see the thick outline of his erection through his pants and she's salivating at the thought of it taking the place of the toy. She needs it too and Laura tosses her head back, breathing raggedly, "I'm sorry, sir! Please, please - I need you to fuck me! Only you..."
He huffs, "You beg pretty good. For a brat. But why should I do what you want, huh? I could just let you try to get off on that thing - maybe have you suck me off while you do."
As if to back up the threat, he removes his belt, whipping out the leather and tossing it to one side before unzipping his uniform, lowering it and his underwear just enough to release his length to the air and the sight of it.
Laura's still moving, still feeling the toy move in and out of her, but the sight of his rigid cock makes her feel feral. She'll take it in her mouth. She will, if that's what he wants, but oh, fuck does she want it inside her.
Looking at it now, the toy completely pales in comparison, and she falls to her forearms, her movements less rapid, "Travis, Travis! Please, please...please, I-! I need you to-to use me. Please..."
"Christ!" he thunders and the next thing she knows he's got her by the arms and is carefully pulling her towards him until the toy falls away from her entirely, "You always know what to fucking say, don't you?"
Laura's not sure what exactly he means and why that last particular plea worked, but she sure as fuck doesn't care as he tosses her over the end of their bed. Travis draws up her skirt and smacks her ass hard - once, twice.
Then again.
And again.
She cries out - the pain a shock, the warming numb feeling after a delight. It's even worse when he stops and he lets his fingers find her well used pussy lips. He parts them then flicks at them, flicks at her clit - and it's as close to a slap as he can get there.
HIs name bursts from her in a scream and she feels the first sparks of her orgasm. It hasn't hit yet, but it's a near thing, and he must sense it, because he curses - dark, evil words as grabs her hair, knots it around one of his fists and seethes, "Not yet."
The bedframe makes it so she's up high enough that he can easily enter her from behind without having to stoop too low. Which he does now without a speck of mercy. He ploughs into her violently and Laura screams again as sheer joy cascades over every nerve-ending she has.
Her climax is building and twisting throughout her in a way she's never experienced before and part of her legitimately wonders if she's going to die as he starts viciously pounding her down into the mattress. Her hands scramble for purchase in the covers and she's squealing rapturously into the soft material beneath her.
His name and a litany of 'yes!' and 'oh, fuck!' and 'oh god!' come from her on breathlessly, high pitched repeat and he keeps asking her if this is what she wants and if she deserves it and if she's good enough to take it and then he has his hands under her and is dragging at her bra, making her breasts pop free and into his palms and the moment she feels the heat of them she hits her peak.
Laura's had orgasms before. This is not an orgasm - this is a life changing experience. He's fucking her with such precision, touching her with such raw, savage hunger that she feels herself splinter and break apart again and again and again.
It's as if this release will never end - as if she'll coast on this freefall of a climax forever and that only seems to grow worse when she feels him stiffen, feels his teeth dig into the back of her neck as he groans and fills her.
When Laura first had sex without a condom, but with the protection of strong birth control, she hadn't been a fan. Frankly she'd found it sticky and unpleasant. Over time she gradually started to enjoy it, but with Travis? Jesus, with Travis she adores the rush - the feel of his release.
The hot, heavy spurts - the way it slowly trickles from her body and moves down the length of her legs. It's filthy and real and absolute heaven. Now is no different, especially when he collapses over her, his voice airless, "Fuck, Laura...use you..."
She feels his forehead brush against her back, "...love you..."
That clues her into what, exactly, she said that he liked so much and she tucks that away into the far back bit of her brain that might still work. No guarantees though. She feels pretty stupid right now. Dumb and floating and he's kissing at her now, all gentle and sweet and the man she fell in love with.
Laura licks at her lips, tries to draw moisture back into her mouth so she can ask a question, albeit her voice is wildly hoarse when she manages it, "So-? Ah? Jealous, I take it?"
Another huff from him, but this she recognizes as him trying to hide a laugh and she feels his head move against her in a nod, "Little bit."
"Hmm. Good to know."
Neither of them speak for a long while, but Laura knows just as much as Travis does what she meant when she said that. Travis is jealous of her fucking herself with a toy? Of her pleasuring herself without him? He takes that as motivation to fuck her brains out?
Well, then!
Clearly there's only one thing for her to do.
And that's go shopping.
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“Like a septic tank explosion, it has to be seen to be believed.” Detroit Free Press.
“Dregs of human perversity draws weirdo element. Monstrous.” Headline of Variety’s review.
Yes! John Waters’ ultimate depraved landmark cult movie, the infamous Pink Flamingos, premiered at the University of Baltimore precisely fifty-two years ago today (17 March 1972) – making the world a filthier place forever! Pictured: David Lochary and Mink Stole as Raymond and Connie Marble.
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I'M YOURS ; MARLENE MCKINNON
fem!mixed!reader
❛ you're so pretty it hurts ❜
summary: marlene wants to show you how much she loves you with her actions, not only her words.
warning: smut, oral, kissing, drugs, alcohol, drunk sirius (he is a warning himself) mentions of masturbation, slight degradation but not much because I don't like that (is more like the readers thoughts, nothing said)
inspired by the song ‘i'm yours’ by isabel larosa
first time writing smut in English. English is not my first language, this is also not edited and it's late at night, so yeah there's that lol
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SIRIUS' BIRTHDAY PARTY was fun at the very begging, it was nice he could get one fun thing after all the things that happened this year. You were willing to help, of course, as you were one of his closest cousins, after all, always trying to cover for him and secretly defending him from his parents. So when James asked you to plan a surprise party for his best friends your first instinct was to say yes.
Either way, you needed a distraction, truth to be told you had your own mind bothering you and recently, you had your own best friend (maybe she was more than that) Marlene Mckinnon, a tall, blond woman, with dark eyes and freckles all over her face, strong body given through Quidditch, rough hands you often wondered how they would feel if they touched you in a rather intimate matter. You knew this wasn't a way someone should think of their best friends, you even asked Remus if he felt this way towards any of his friends —to which he reacted by stuttering on his words and constantly looking at Sirius.
“what's on your mind?” said James, he was leaning over against a table, one hand gripping a piece of fabric Lily was writing in.
“Nothing much,” you said as you returned to finish the fake golden snitch for the cake. James hummed, still staring at you as he watched you finish Sirius' cake.
“how much longer are you going to take?” another voice —Dorcas, asked. She came down the stairs, her face covered with flavour and red sparkles adorned her gorgeous curly hair “Marlene says Sirius' detention is over in about one hour”
“Just give me a second,” you said, the final details being done “maybe if you had told me yesterday 'bout this, we wouldn't be in such a hurry” you rolled your eyes at them “there! See no need to pressure me,” you said smiling, passing the snitch to your friend. To which she mouthed a quick thank you.
You watched as everyone finish preparing the common room, some were already gone, getting themselves ready for the party and knowing yourself maybe you should too.
“where are you goin',” Lily asked, a sweet and high-pitched voice James loved to hear, easily his favourite sound.
“getting ready, gotta look at least presentable before Sirius comes,” you said, walking towards the stairs.
“you mean for Marlene” James snickered at Remus's comment, who seemed to enjoy talking about others' romantic life other than himself's.
You only smiled at his comment too, pretending you didn't hear him you went upstairs to your own room. You did want to impress Marlene, you've seen the way she's been looking at other Ravenclaw girls, and you couldn't help but get jealous, you wanted to be the one receiving those looks, the one that would make her laugh, the one that would make her cum at night when she felt like she needed some time for herself. Marlene had a past of being with multiple girls, maybe even Dorcas and Mary, as rumours had said.
You've constantly thought about her in a way that friends shouldn't, you imagined her kissing your neck marking or as hers, her fingers deep in your cunt while you begged her for your release. You imagine her rough hands caresing your breasts, her fingers and mouth playing and sucking on your nipples as you ruined her perfectly brushed hair. How she would completely destroy you until you were crying and begging for her, praying to some lord for her to give you more. Because even if she didn't know it yet, you were hers and she was yours.
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MARLENE HAD HER HAIR HALF UP HALF DOWN red and orange sparkles all over her face, a bright smile with teeth as she talked with some Hufflepuff girls, one hand on the pocket of her trousers and the other one holding her cup of firewiskey up. Red lips you wanted to kiss so badly and with alcohol in your system even more.
You were sitting beside Sirius, who was telling you a story about how professor McGonagall had unfairly given him detention, you were not paying attention at all, your blonde best friend stealing all your glances and mind trying to figure out how she would look naked and breathless on top of you.
“and it wasn't even that big of a deal you know? I just told him he should wash that greasy hair he has rather than focus on figuring out why we miss a few classes… puff?” he said offering you a bit of his joint, that's when he noticed you weren't listening to what he was saying “y/n? Are you fantasizing about Mckinnon fucking you? You dirty girl!” he laughedd, not even getting a reaction out of you.
“Leave her alone Sirius,” Remus said, his own eyes red from all the substances he consumed tonight. Sirius only rolled his eyes while standing from the couch.
“you know—” he stretched, letting a groan in the process “—it's kind of an embarrassment that you can't flirt as I do, cousin” that's when you look at him, kind of a puzzled look on your face “I mean, we have the looks —you have the looks, you could just go for it you know… unless you want your parents to marry you to one of our own horrible cousins, or int he best case scenario, Regulus” Remus looks at him with a disgusted look, his fingers almost letting go of the joint Sirius previously had.
“My parents are not like that Sirius, you are just disgusting in that mind of yours,” you said, standing from where you were sitting making up your own mind “Maybe is a bad choice, but I'm talking with her, what do you think Remus?” the sand haired boy himself looked confused and out of this realm.
“I say, go for it girl… what the fuck” he looked confused at his own words “I'm off to bed” Sirius smiled, flowing behind Remus as a lost dog.
Fuck it, you thought, what else could go wrong, in the worst-case scenario you could just blame it on alcohol or whatever else the Hufflepuff brought from their common room. You were getting closer to where Marlene was standing, she looked bored with the girl in front of her, who was very obviously flirting with her. As soon as you saw that scene, you just wanted to chop that girl's hand off Marlene's arm.
That's when she saw you, her face changed from boredom to happiness, a smile placed over her mouth as her eyes advertised from the Ravenclaw girl to you. She excused herself with a smile as she walked towards you, said smile turning into a smirk as her eyes darted through your body.
You were wearing a short sundress your cousin Andromeda had gifted to you on your sixteenth birthday, it was white with yellow flowers in it, a cleavage cut that let everyone see your perfectly sculpted breasts, and it was long enough to cover everything that needed to stay covered while also allowing a look on your beautiful long legs. Your brown skin glowed with the deem lights of the Gryffindor common room. Your hair was in a messy bun and two strands of hair were falling in front of your face, your tight curls looked perfect even on said bun.
Your lips were shiny and soft and the way you looked at her with your eyes half closed just like a siren, and Marlene wished for nothing more than to ravish you right there and then. She knew you loved her, it was obvious and she couldn't wait for the moment said the opportunity was given to her.
“you look bored,” you said louder than you intended, Marlene found that adorable, you were nervous around her and she knew how to take advantage of the situation.
So she took a step closer, you were tall, but she was taller by mere inches, wish she loved because she loved towering over you and seeing you trip over your own words. You looked at her through your lashes, not bothering to move your head at all, and at this very moment Marlene thanked every existing god she wasn't born a man.
“just missed you, that's all” what the fuck were you doing to her, she could barely flash you the stunning smile she always uses with her hookups. Yet again you would know that you were her best friend after all.
Oh, that best friend line that was being crossed right now, maybe it was the alcohol that caused you both to act this way, or how gorgeous you looked in that little dress that was making her lose all her composure and maybe it was this night that'll make her ruin this little friendship you both have.
“you seemed well-adjusted just minutes ago” you knew what game she was playing, you'd seen it a thousand times before you were glad she was playing it with you now. But something in you wanted to provoke her, to make her want you, even more, to fill her eyes with lust before you allowed her to destroy you for the night.
So you lightly pushed her against a table, it was barely noticeable, your bodies were close and the world seemed to have faded around you two, the only thing remaining was the music in the background that none of you could distinguish.
“jealous, are we now?” Marlene said in a low tone, her eyes lightly dropping to your sweet lips. One hand tighten around the table as she noticed how you pushed her against the table. She tried taking a breath but it came in shaky, she saw how you tried to position yourself around her leg, which resulted in her feeling the warm and hot weather in between your legs. Your heat pressed against her thigh as she took deep breaths trying to retain all sanity she had within her.
“surprised actually, thought she might be in our dorm tonight,” you noticed, oh you did notice how nervous she got, how she had a hard time swallowing and breathing and if it wasn't because you were as into it as she was you would have laughed off how Marlene Fucking Mckinnon was nervous in front of a girl, it was fucking hilarious.
“Maybe I want to take another girl to our dorm tonight” it was your turn to get flustered now, she got closer to you, one hand slowly creeping to your waist, driving you closer to her body as she whispered next to your ear “maybe one that already lives in there” she heard as you took one shaky breath in. The hand that was previously against the table came to your face as she hold your jaw in her hand, the one on your waist had become a little tighter as did the pressure between your legs.
Oh, you wanted her to fuck you right there and you were sure she could feel you dripping through your knickers. You wanted her mouth, her hands, her legs, you wanted her to touch you like some deprived whore she found herself to please with, you wanted her mouth on your cunt as she made you scream her name so that everyone would know who you belonged to.
Marlene could see it in your eyes, the lust, the passion, and she was feeling it too, she wanted to do unspeakable and impure things to you and your body. She wanted to eat you, consume you, she wanted for you to scream, beg and cry for her as she devoured you whole. She tried controlling herself, but the way you were looking at her, how she could feel your hot cunt against her leg only being separated by your thin knickers, she wondered what sound you'll make if she moved her leg, just a little bit, what you'll do and react in front of all these people and herself.
So she did, oh and the sound you let out was enough to smash her lips against yours. It was a little soft whine combined with a gasp, the way your mouth opened how your eyes closed and your brows moved against each other just a little bit, that was all she needed to completely destroy you.
Her hands were pressed tightly against your dress, scrunching it as much as like as you hugged her, your hands found her hair, gripping hard into those beautiful blond locks. She moaned hands running against her body, they lowered to your bum, and that's when she stopped her.
“We can't,” you said in between kissing, God she kissed you so well you were barely catching a breath “not here” but she didn't listen, she desperately clutch to your body as she lowered her kiss to your neck, licking, biting, sucking, fuck you can't stop her, and quite frankly you don't want her to stop.
“Marls” you gasped as one of her hands went to your breasts, she caressed them, playing with your nipple and stealing breathless moans out of you, this woman was going to kill you “Marle—” she shushed you with a rough kiss, she was like an animal and you were her pray, she wanted you all by herself here and now, she craved your moans, you touch, she craved all of what you could give her and once she had it she'll clung to it as long as she wanted.
“Marlene” she looked at you, eyes dark and filled with lust and love, you grabbed her cheek sweetly and she leaned into it “we can't do this here,” you said and the next thing you knew you were being pushed against the door of yours and Marlene's dorm (shared with Lily and Mary who were still downstairs)
Marlene's hands never left your body, she took one final look at you as she lifted your skirt and began kissing your thighs, wet and hungry kissed as her hands pressed against the back of set body part. She pinched your bum lightly, and you let a high pitch gasp thank to that.
You could feel her smile against your thighs, her hot breath against your pink knickers —that were the only thing dividing Marlene from your sweet cunt.
“May I?” she said and you could hear the desperation in her breath, you nodded and as soon as she took that piece of clothing from you, you saw stars. Marlene's mouth was precise, she knew what she was doing and how she was doing it, she knew what to suck and lick, what to touch and how to do it.
You were helpless, loud and breathless moans leaving your mouth as she devoured you whole. If it wasn't because of how hard she was holding you, you would have fallen, probably hitting your head and waking up from this sweet dream in the process.
Only that this wasn't a dream and Marlene's mouth was actually on your cunt, you could feel her smile as she heard you, and your hands travelled to her hair indicating how much you wanted her to keep going. You were close, so, so close, you could taste your orgasm on the tip of your tongue, so close yet so far.
Your grip on Marlene's hair tighten as she started sucking on your clit, her long fingers playing with your folds until she decided it was enough torture and made them enter your warm and tight cunt.
“Please… Marlene please” you whined, Marlene couldn't imagine the number of times she dreamt of this moment, on this exact moment with you moaning and begging desperately for your release, and, as much as she wanted to deny it from you, she couldn't, not when you were begging so sweetly for her to let you have it.
“let go, love, let go for me, will you?” you nodded desperately as Marlene continued playing with her tongue on your bare cunt. She felt you clenched around her fingers as your moans stopped and the only thing that could be heard was the filthy sounds of your cunt against Marlene's mouth and fingers and your gasps and whines as you arrived. Your sweet organs came to you like a wave, as if you had just ascended to heaven in mere minutes, you were reaching stars at this point and you could have sworn you would rip Marlene's hair off her scalp from the amount of pleasure you were receiving.
You wondered if Marlene could feel this, how you felt like flying and how your sight was filled with dark and white spots. Your mouth hung open as you let out one final high-pitched moan that marked your arrival back to earth.
The sight itself could make Marlene cum as well, she saw you breathing heavily, and her head hurt but it was all worth it, with you? Everything was worth it. Because she was yours and you were hers, completely hers.
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bijouxcarys · 2 months
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Allure (Brian May x fem!Reader)
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This has been on my Ao3 since June, but I thought I’d put it on here properly. This is probably the filthiest Bri fic I’ve ever written… I’m proud of it🥲
NSFW, minors dni
Summary: You slip up at work. Luckily for you, Brian May can get anyone out of anything…
Tags: @whothefuckisanja @celestial-dragoness you don’t have to read this, but I thought I’d tag you just in case 🥹
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It started off as any other day. Up at 7am, shower by 7:30am, breakfast by 8am, out the door by 8:30am.
Except, this wasn't an ordinary day. Not by a long shot.
I guess I should have been more prepared for the fact that my job as a journalist meant I'd have to speak to some pretty well-known folk here and there. Granted, I was only an apprentice journalist, but I should have known it wouldn't be so easy.
There I was, stood by my front door, at 8:31, debating whether or not I was right for this career. And I was tempted to turn, disrobe, and bury myself in the covers of my bed until the apocalypse came.
My mentor, Candice, had thirty years on me, and twenty years of experience in the field, so I trusted that she would be blunt and honest with me about what I should expect when interviewing somebody of high status. She just didn't warn me about how important this experience would be for me.
But then again, I'm not sure anybody could have prepared me for what was to come.
I managed to make it to the car park, however, of where Candice and I had set to meet, just shy of ten o'clock. I still wasn't 100% sure where abouts in London we were heading that day, as I was just told to bring an overnight bag due to the possibility of having to stay at a hotel, depending on how long we would be. Turns out, we were going to Germany by the Eurotunnel.
But, man, did I know who I'd be in the presence of that day. I'd thought about nothing else for weeks.
It was June 14th, 1998 – Brian May had just released his second solo album 'Another World' two weeks earlier, and it was my job to assist on the interview he was set to do with Isabelle Brinkman. She wasn't that much older than me, but definitely had more experience. I wasn't at that point in my career yet where I could conduct interviews myself. I just had to sit on the side and naively watch as somebody who could do the job better did it instead. To top it all off, I was merely there to take notes from a translator, as I did not understand a single word of German. That made it all the more terrifying for me. Perhaps they just wanted to see how I would adapt to a foreign setting.
As Candice and I stepped foot into the studio in which TMF conducted their interviews, a sense of anticipation permeated the air. Our rendezvous with Isabelle awaited us, serving as a prelude to the highly anticipated interview. While the interview itself was schedules for later that afternoon, the studio surroundings provided me with ample opportunity to acclimate myself to the dynamic atmosphere that awaited me. It was a chance to familiarise myself with the intricacies of the environment I was about to enter—a world where words held immense power and where every question had the potential to unravel hidden truths.
As the minutes ticked away, my mind oscillated between nervous excitement and a profound realisation. I would soon find myself in the presence of none other than Brian May himself—a legendary figure whose musical contributions had resonated with generations. The magnitude of this encounter began to sink in, and with it came a mix of awe and trepidation. Thoughts swirled in my mind as I pondered the upcoming exchange—how would I react in his presence? Would I have able to articulate myself with the clarity and precision they deserved? Hopefully I wouldn't have to actually speak to him... Just being in his presence was privilege in itself.
Yet, amidst these swirling thoughts, a flicker of determination emerged. I reminded myself that this was an extraordinary opportunity—an invitation to engage with a living legend, to witness him delve into the depths of his creative process, and to extract insights that would captivate audiences around the world. With each passing moment, I sought solace in the knowledge that, despite any apprehension, this experience was a testament to the trust placed in me by my more-established peers. I was being given a chance to contribute, even if it was from the side, to the legacy of Brian May—and artist who, I believed, had shaped the very fabric of music.
As the hours stretched before me, I endeavoured to channel my nervous energy into thorough preparation. I immersed myself in research, diving into Brian May's two albums, and reading through archived interviews he had done before, mostly so I could strike out any repetitious questions Isabelle may have had prepared for him. But I also was just intrigued by him, and I wanted to know what I was going to be in the presence of. Through my research, every lyric, every note, every word, became a mosaic of inspiration.
The late 80s proved to be quite a tumultuous period for him regarding his relationship with the media, and his relationships in general. An intricate dance between his public persona and the unyielding scrutiny of the media.
I wasn't totally naïve. I was acutely aware of the parasitic nature that permeated our realm—a cesspool of opportunistic souls who revelled in tearing down the very individuals they claimed to admire. Yet, I steadfastly refused to succumb to that dark allure. My fascination lay in unravelling the enigmatic tapestry of these extraordinary beings, basking in the brilliance of their craft, rather than dismantling their lives for the mere pleasure of it.
To me, celebrities were not objects to be consumed, but multifaceted individuals with their own joys, struggles, and insecurities. Their private lives, as tempestuous or serene as they might be, had no bearing on the rest of the world. Behind the glamour of their fame, they were simply human beings, not so dissimilar from you and me, navigating the labyrinthine paths of existence.
I approached my work with an unwavering respect, seeking to bridge the gap between the public and these luminaries, offering glimpses into their creative realms rather than prying open their vulnerabilities. I yearned to understand the essence of their artistry, to unearth the inspiration that fuelled their endeavours, and to convey their stories with the reverence they deserved. It was a mission guided by empathy, driven by an insatiable hunger to celebrate and preserve the legacies these individuals were shaping. Not destroy them.
While others revelled in salacious scandals and gossip-laden headlines, I found solace in the sacredness of their artistic endeavours. I revelled in the melodies that stirred souls, the words that painted vivid landscapes, and the performances that transported audiences to ethereal realms. It was this inherent love for the craft, this yearning to explore the inner workings of these extraordinary talents, that propelled me forward amidst the chaos.
So, the public image of Brian May that derived from the late 80s and the scandal involving his affair with his current partner, Anita Dobson—the scandal that whipped the media landscape into a frenzy wasn't of interest to me. I clung to my convictions, navigating the treacherous terrain with a blend of naivety and determination. I understood that the world I inhabited was stained by the shadows of exploitation, but I remained resolute in my pursuit of genuine connection—the kind that transcended gossip and scandal, diving deep into the heart of creativity, and fostering a genuine appreciation for the luminous souls who graced our stages and screens.
However, that changed slightly once I actually saw the man.
As I found myself standing in the formidable presence of Brian May, a wave of energy cascaded over me, leaving me utterly entranced. It was as if the very air crackled with a magnetic force that defied description. In that moment, any semblance of composure or rational thought disintegrated before my eyes. Within the first fifteen minutes of his arrival at TMF, Brian May effortlessly shattered my preconceived notions, transforming into an awe-inspiring figure who commanded attention and reverence.
The sight of him was nothing short of breathtaking—an embodiment of perfection that seemed plucked from the realms of mythology. His chiselled features bore the unmistakable mark of divinity, as if the gods themselves had sculpted his visage with meticulous care. The symphony of his presence reverberated through the room, overpowering every other sensory experience. It was impossible to avert my gaze as he greeted everyone on set; I witnessed the personification of physical beauty in its purest form.
I didn't approach the welcome committee. I stood as far away from them as I could, trying to act inconspicuous and making myself as invisible as possible as I observed.
A cascade of dark curls framed his face and sat, slightly draping, over his shoulders, their lustrous strands captivating the light and casting an ethereal glow around him. His eyes, a mesmerising kaleidoscope of celestial depth and hazel intensity, even from this distance, seemed to hold the wisdom of ages. They were windows into the realm of profound emotion, reflecting a captivating blend of passion, intellect, and sensitivity.
Every contour of his face, every sculpted angle, exuded an aura of strength and grace—a testament to the artistic precision with which he was formed. His strong jawline bespoke of resilience and determination, while his lips, seemingly touched by the same gods that created his being, were etched with a subtle hint of enigmatic allure. And when he smiled, it was as if the sun had emerged from behind the clouds, illuminating the room with an effervescent radiance.
I instinctively lowered my head, trying to blend into the background as he navigated his way through the crowd in the studio, a sea of eager faces vying for his attention. Perched on a small stood, clutching a notebook and pen tightly in my hands, I silently prayed that I would go unnoticed. The last thing I wanted was to embarrass myself in front of him. It was safer to keep my distance and retreat into the safe haven of my own fantasies.
"Didn't fancy joining the rest of them?"
His voice, soft and melodious, pierced through the clamour of the room, sending a shiver down my spine. My heart plummeted to the pit of my stomach, leaving me momentarily breathless. Summoning every ounce of courage, I swallowed hard and took a deep, steadying breath, lifting my gaze to meet the man who had taken my breath away mere moments ago. From my seated position, his commanding presence loomed above me, radiating an aura of undeniable power. I had to tilt my head upwards, straining my neck to meet his piercing gaze.
"I'm Brian," he introduced himself, extending his hand towards me. My throat felt dry and raspy, a nervous rasp that I quickly cleared before attempting to speak. I timidly reached out, expecting a perfunctory handshake, but instead, my smaller hand was enveloped firmly within his, a testament to his unyielding determination.
"I know who you are, Mr. May," I managed to murmur, hoping he would perceive my passive greeting, one that he had received from everyone else, as a signal to proceed with the scheduled interview alongside Isabelle, who was comfortably seated on the cream-coloured sofa amidst the orangey décor of the set.
"Don't you have a name?" His low chuckle reverberated through the air, adding an unexpected layer of complexity to the encounter. I could feel his gaze penetrating through me, raising an inferno of sensations within. It was both exhilarating an unnerving.
"What?" I stammered, my voice betraying my awe, caught off guard by his presence.
"What's your name, love?" he inquired, his words laced with a mixture of warmth and intrigue.
"Y/N," I replied, my voice barely audible, resembling a small squeak that escaped from my lips.
He didn't respond immediately, but a final squeeze of my hand conveyed more than words ever could. A smile graced his lips, a smile that could rival the radiance of the sun before he turned to continue his path towards Isabelle.
I quickly realised that resistance was futile. The power he held over me was undeniable, a force that stripped away my inhibitions and left me vulnerable, willingly surrendering to his captivating energy. The sheer magnetism and allure he emanated transcended mortal boundaries, weaving a spell that ensnared me completely. Every facet of his being—the physical, the intellectual, the artistic—melded seamlessly, forging an embodiment of perfection that surpassed the realm of ordinary mortals.
From that moment on, I understood that my perception of beauty had irrevocably changed. Before me stood a true titan, a modern-day manifestation of the gods themselves.
During the course of the interview, Brian effortlessly settled to the plushness of the sofa, exuding an air of both confidence and ease. His body language commanded attention, with one arm casually draped across the backrest, and his other leg bent upon the cushions, positioning himself towards Isabelle with captivating allure. However, my attempts to absorb the content of their conversation proved futile as my gaze became entranced by his mesmerising presence.
From my vantage point, I relished the opportunity to observe him from a distance, allowing my eyes to linger appreciatively on his impeccable attire. A navy-blue two-piece suit enveloped his frame with sartorial perfection, accentuating his refined taste and sense of style. Beneath the well-tailored blazer, a crisp white shirt peeked through, its top buttons undone, revealing a tantalising glimpse of his sun-kissed upper chest. The subtle contrast of his slightly tanned skin against the pure white fabric was a testament to his natural allure and radiance.
Adorning his neck were two carefully chosen necklaces, their delicate details harmonising flawlessly with his complexion. Each pendant seemed to dance in unison, subtly emphasising his features and drawing attention to his undeniable charm. The interplay between these intricate accessories and the warm tones of his skin created a symphony of visual aesthetics, highlighting his magnetic presence.
Amidst the flurry of the interview, my eyes were irresistibly drawn to his captivating appearance. Every intricate detail of his attire beckoned for closer inspection, each aspect a testament to his impeccable style and timeless elegance. The room faded into the background as my gaze became fixated on the contours of his form, the way his clothing accentuated his stature, and the natural grace with which he carried himself. It was a visual feast, an opportunity to savour the beauty that surrounded him, and I couldn't help but be captivated by his magnetic charm.
Fortuitously, a small earpiece nestled in my ear, providing a direct channel to the translation of Isabelle's introduction and any other German dialogue that followed. But more significantly, it granted me an intimate connection to the melodic cadence of Brian May's voice. The mere thought of his voice coursing through that earpiece ignited a surge of anticipation within me. Little did I know that the experience that awaited me would transcend all expectations.
As Isabelle initiated the conversation, a symphony of words flowed through the airwaves and gently caressed my eardrums. And then, there it was—Brian May's voice, like warm butter gliding smoothly across my senses. The velvety timbre carried a magnetic quality that effortlessly captivated the listener. Each word resonated with a seductive charm, a richness that wove a tapestry of emotions within me.
The power of his voice was unparalleled, evoking a multitude of sensations that transcended the realm of rationality. It wrapped around my consciousness, enveloping me in a cocoon of warmth and enchantment. Every syllable held a certain allure, drawing me deeper into his world, where time seemed to stand still.
The boundaries of reason crumbled, leaving only the ethereal essence of his voice, a sonic embrace that caressed the very core of my being. It was a voice that defied age, carrying the wisdom and maturity of a man who had traversed five decades of life. Each information exuded a richness and depth, a testament to a life well-lived and experiences etched into the fibres of his being.
As his words reached my ears, I found myself spellbound, unable to resist the intoxicating allure that emanated from his every utterance. It was as though his voice held the power to awaken desires and emotions that lay dormant until that very moment. The experience was nothing short of transformative.
In that fleeting moment, I could have sworn that Brian's hazel eyes, though perhaps coincidental, locked onto mine from a distance. It could have been a passing thought, a random gaze that happened to intersect with mine, but the impact was undeniable. The weight of his attention, even if momentary, unleashed a surge of emotions within me.
Under the piercing intensity of his hazel gaze, a tempest of sensations coursed through my body, sparking an unfamiliar and overwhelming response. A wave of desire washed over me, as if an invisible force had taken hold of my very core. Unbeknownst to him, his mere presence had ignited a primal longing that rendered me powerless, leaving me trembling in its wake.
In that profound instant, my purpose became blurred, and the world around me faded into insignificance. The boundaries of my job seemed trivial, overshadowed by an insatiable craving to bask in Brian May's dominance and surrender myself to his every whim. The realisation struck me with an intensity that was as terrifying as it was intoxicating.
The clenching of my thighs, an involuntary response to the overwhelming desire that surged within me, was a physical manifestation of the inner turmoil I grappled with. It was a battle between reason and raw passion, where reason ultimately stood no chance against the allure of Brian's commanding presence.
Throughout the unfolding interview, a subtle dance of power and desire materialised between Brian and I. With each passing moment, I became increasingly aware that that gaze that I had noticed before was in fact for me.
It was a captivating display of dominance, a silent declaration that sent a shiver down my spine.
As the questions flowed, Brian's eyes kept meeting mine with a compelling force, even with myself being well-hidden behind the camera set-up. His presence enveloped me, it was a game of seduction, a battle for control, as his penetrating eyes sought to unravel the depths of my desires.
With each subtle shift of his body, a wave of power emanated from him, asserting his dominance over the room. His confident posture and deliberate movements spoke volumes, conveying an unspoken command that ignited a fire within me. I found myself willingly succumbing to his overwhelming presence, yearning to explore the unspoken desires that lingered in the air.
Through the veil of professionalism, his eyes whispered secrets that stirred a primal response within me. In their depths, I glimpsed a hunger, a hunger that mirrored my own, as if he were daring me to embrace the intoxicating allure of submission. It was a dance of power and surrender, an unspoken invitation to explore the depths of passion under his watchful gaze.
He spoke with Isabelle, showing her the album cover, his fingers grazing over parts that he detailed. But the electricity that crackled between us grew more potent with each passing second. His dominant presence commanded my attention, drawing me further into a world where his desires and mine entwined. In the recesses of his eyes, I discovered a realm where control was relinquished, and the boundaries of pleasure were pushed to their limits.
But as the interview continued, I was left with a lingering uncertainty. Was it merely a game of dominance, a tantalising tease to stoke the flames of desire? Or did his eyes convey a deeper truth, an unspoken invitation to submit to his commanding presence? Or, perhaps, I had been utterly spellbound by that man's presence that every little thing he did translated as sexual and intoxicating seduction. The questions lingered, suspended in the air, as the energy between us remained tantalisingly unresolved.
As the interview drew to a close, a lingering sense of anticipation remained. He had created uncharted territory, without him even knowing—unless he did know... I'm still not sure.
Suddenly, the world around me seemed to fade into the background as Brian's presence intensified. Time slowed to a crawl, and every detail of his captivating demeanour etched itself into my memory. Isabelle's closing remarks echoes in the room, yet my attention remained fixated on the enigmatic figure before me.
A mischievous smirk played upon Brian's lips, radiating confidence and a hint of playful intrigue. His eyes, like pools of intensity, surveyed the room with a subtle air of dominance. A glass of water rested in his hands, his long, slender fingers tracing a mesmerising path along the rim, leaving a trail of anticipation in their wake.
It was then that a startling realisation washed over me. Throughout the entire interview, my hand had unconsciously clung tightly to the pencil, rendering it immobile. As I reluctantly tore my gaze away from Brian's captivating presence, I glanced down at my neglected notebook, only to discover its pristine pages untouched by a single word.
A mix of awe and bewilderment coursed through my veins. How had I become so utterly transfixed by his presence that I had neglected my professional duties? It was as if time had suspended itself, and my sole purpose had shifted from capturing his words to capturing the essence of his being.
The blank pages of my notebook served as a stark reminder of the power he had over me, and in that moment, I understood the depth of his allure and the undeniable impact he had on those in his orbit. As the weight of the realisation settled upon me, a mixture of embarrassment and fascination flooded my senses.
An overwhelming wave of panic washed over me as I sat there, paralysed by the realisation of my negligence. The enchantment that had held me captive for the past twenty minutes shattered, leaving me vulnerable to the harsh reality that awaited. Candice, my ever-watchful colleague, would undoubtedly discover my failure, and her disapproval would be swift and scathing.
My heart pounded against my ribcage like a drum, its frantic beats mirroring the chaotic thoughts racing through my mind. How could I have allowed this to happen? The dream of advancing my career, of one day becoming a renowned journalist, now seemed like an elusive mirage, fading away before my very eyes.
Self-recrimination echoes through my thoughts like a relentless chorus. The weight of my own stupidity bore down upon me, squeezing the air from my lungs. I berated myself for succumbing to the allure of Brian's presence, for allowing it to eclipse my responsibilities. The consequences of my foolishness loomed over me, casting a shadow of doubt and regret.
The sound of Candice's voice calling my name snapped me back to the present. Her stern tone pierced through the haze of my thoughts, jolting me to action. It was time to face the consequences, to confront my failure head-on, and accept the repercussions of my actions.
I watched as Candice approached with an expectant expression. Dread coiled in the pit of my stomach, knowing all too well what awaited me. With every step she took, my heart sank deeper into the depths of remorse.
Candice's sharp eyes scanned the notebook in front of me, her gaze narrowing in disbelief. The realisation hit her like a tidal wave as she noticed the pages, void of any lead reflections from the interview. A mix of disappointment and fury twisted her features, and I braced myself for the inevitable scolding.
The room seemed to hush, the air thick with uncomfortable tension, as Candice's voice boomed through an angry whisper. "What on Earth is this, Y/N?" A collective murmur rippled through the small bunches of people that surrounded us as curious eyes turned toward our direction.
Heat rushed to my cheeks, my gaze dropping to the floor, unable to meet the accusing eyes of my colleagues. Shame wrapped around me like a suffocating shroud, tightening with every word that spilled from Candice's lips. Her reprimand echoed in the silence, a blistering reminder of my failure, and I swallowed hard, my throat constricted by a mixture of guilt and embarrassment.
"I-I'm sorry, Candice. I got caught up in the moment, and I just... completely forgot to write anything down, I promise it won't happen agai—"
"You were given a responsibility, and you let it slip away because you were too mesmerised by the answers? This is not acceptable, do you understand how poorly this reflects on our team?" Her eyes narrowed, and her voice was laced with irritation.
"I know, I'm truly sorry. It was a lapse of judgement."
Candice's scolding continued, her words filled with a mixture of reprimand and concern for my professional growth. The weight of her disappointment pressed upon me, intensifying my remorse.
A peculiar sensation tingled at the back of my neck whilst my supervisor continued to reprimand me in the corner of this studio, drawing my gaze elsewhere and hoping she would stop soon so I could just go home and bury myself in the covers of my bed. I met the intense gaze of Brian May, who hadn't left yet, much to my demise, and watched the scene unfold from a distance. His eyes held a mix of curiosity and intrigue, remaining an observer, captivated by the drama playing out before him.
It was a moment of profound humiliation, and yet, there was something strangely captivating about the way Brian watched. His silent presence added an extra layer of tension to the already charged atmosphere. It was as if he recognised the vulnerability within me, the weight of my mistake, and found a fascination in the spectacle.
As Candice walked away, her words lingered in the air, mingling with a mix of determination and self-reflection. I felt the stinging of tears in my eyes from the sheer embarrassment of my lack of competence. I rested my elbows on my knees, bringing the notebook up to my face and burying my head in it in shame.
I stayed there for as long as I could, not wanting to meet the judgemental gazes from those around me, and it had cleared out somewhat by the time I decided to actually stand up and gather my things. The bottle of water I had with me had been completely dried out from the constant sips I had to take whilst watching Brian's interview. My mouth was dry from Candice's scolding, and I whined under my breath just from the thought of anything else going wrong today.
It can't have been that far after four in the afternoon when I was collecting myself in the hallway of the studio, preparing to get a taxi back to the Euro so I could fuck off home and never emerge from my bed ever again. But before I could make my hasty exit, a soft voice called out, interrupting my thoughts.
"Excuse me?" the voice said, drawing my attention. I looked up, my eyes still slightly watery from the threats of tears, only to lock gazes with the very person who had inadvertently disrupted my responsibilities. It was none other than Brian himself, standing a few paces away, holding out the empty notebook towards me. "Sorry to disturb you, but, uh, you left this in the studio."
Confusion mingled with surprise as I furrowed my eyebrows, my emotions still raw from the earlier events. Taking a deep breath, I cautiously reached out, accepting the notebook from him. My voice quivered slightly as I murmured my thanks, unable to meet his gaze for more than a fleeting moment.
Concern etched across his face, Brian leaned against the wall, hands tucked casually in his pockets. The audacity of his next words caught me off guard, a mixture of bluntness and subtle insult towards Candice.
"Are you alright?" he inquired, his tone laced with genuine curiosity. "I couldn't help but notice you being lectured by an old sow earlier."
My surprise turned into astonishment, my eyes widening at his audacious remark. The unexpected camaraderie in his words momentarily eased the weight on my shoulders, and I met his gaze, finding solace in his directness.
"I... I'll be fine," I replied, my voice steadier now. "Just one of those days, you know?"
Brian's expression softened, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The air between us crackled with a silent understanding, as if he knew the struggled that came with navigating the industry.
"May I ask what happened?" Brian inquired, his gaze fixed on me. The mere sound of his voice sent a shiver down my spine, leaving me at a loss for words. How was I supposed to hold a conversation with him when his presence alone had already rendered me speechless? I felt the weight of inadequacy pressing on me, threatening to unravel any semblance of coherence I had left.
It's nothing," I managed to squeak out, my eyes involuntarily darting downwards to take in the details of his attire illuminated by the strip lights in the hallway. "Just some... technical issues," I lied, my voice betraying the fabricated story. I couldn't let him know that I had been so foolish as to let his allure overpower my ability to do my job.
"Oh," he responded, briefly averting his gaze. "So, why were you being told off? That's what it seemed like, anyway." He shrugged, shifting his weight on his feet.
A blush crept across my face, and I found myself unable to meet his eyes, instead fixating on the flawlessly polished surface of his shoes. "I... I never wrote down the notes I needed to..." I mumbled, embarrassment washing over me once more. "By this time tomorrow, I'll probably be back in assistant mode, fetching coffee for everyone..." My voice trailed off, the reality of my prediction causing it to waver with distress. I felt the sting of tears welling up again, and I averted my gaze, desperately seeking solace in a different direction.
The internal self-deprecating thoughts echoes within me. How unprofessional, crying in front of Brian May. I couldn't help but feel the weight of my own perceived inadequacy crushing my spirit.
"Hey... I'm sure that won't happen," he smoothly assured me, his voice like velvet. In that moment, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder, sending a thrilling shockwave through my entire being. Turning my head, I found myself face to face with Brian, his hand extending toward me, offering a pristine handkerchief. His warm, non-judgemental eyes conveyed a silent reassurance as he lightly waved the handkerchief, inviting me to accept it. With a shaky hand, I reached out and took it from him, mustering a feeble thank you. Although my mind should have been consumed with thoughts of potential demotion, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of using Brian May's handkerchief, to dry the tears over something he had inadvertently caused.
A rueful laugh escaped my lips. "No, it probably will happen," I nodded, my gaze fixed straight ahead. "It's a joke."
Brian let out a slight huff, as if in agreement, clicking his tongue and crossing his arms. He allowed a pause to hang in the air before speaking again. "Where are you staying? You can't be that old, I don't want you to be wandering about on your own."
"I am twenty-two, thank you very much," I chuckled. "I was supposed to be at the hotel down the street, but... after everything that's happened today, I think it's best if I just get on the Euro and head home," I replied with a somewhat wistful smile. "I don't really want to be around everyone right now. I can already imagine the judgemental looks they'll be throwing my way all night." I let out a sigh of resignation.
"Is it really that bad?" Brian raised an eyebrow inquisitively.
"You have no idea..." I trailed off, my voice tinged with a mix of frustration and vulnerability.
"I don't know about that," he smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I toured the world with three other drama queens and had to spend nights in hotels with them," he said, giving me a pointed look.
I met his gaze with a shy yet genuine expression, a smile slowly spreading across my face. "You've got me there."
"What was it that you were supposed to take notes of, if you don't mind me asking?" he inquired curiously.
"My job was to note down your answers in shorthand," I replied, a hint of disappointment still lingering in my expression as I recalled the embarrassment of my failure. "For the British papers," I shrugged.
He hummed, his gaze shifting as he pondered for a moment. I couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope as his eyes seemed to briefly sweep over me, but I dismissed it as mere wishful thinking.
"Well..." he began, his voice dropping slightly lower, his eyes still locked with mine, a mischievous glimmer dancing in their depths. "I have an idea that might just solve your predicament."
My heart skipped a beat as I waited, captivated by his words and the magnetic pull of his presence. There was an unmistakable air of authority and confidence about him, and allure that made it impossible to resist.
"Why don't you come back to my hotel with me?" he suggested, his voice laced with an irresistible charm. "We can sit down, go through the interview together, and you can take your notes directly from me. That way, you won't have to worry about losing your job over a simple technical glitch."
His proposition hung in the air, tantalising and daring. The thought of being alone with him, in the intimate setting of his hotel room, sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine, despite the lingering knowledge of the committed relationship that was awaiting him back in London. It was an offer I couldn't refuse, despite the lingering doubts and fears that swirled in my mind.
His gaze held mine, an unspoken challenge conveyed through the subtle arch of his eyebrow. He exuded a domineering aura, a man who was accustomed to taking charge and getting what he desired, when he desired. And in that moment, I couldn't deny the thrilling temptation of surrendering to his authority, even if it meant stepping into the unprofessional, and the unknown.
I took a deep breath, my voice barely a whisper as I mustered the courage to respond. "Alright," I acquiesced, my heart pounding in my chest. "I'll come with you."
A slow, knowing smile curved his lips, a silent victory that revealed his satisfaction at having ensnared me in his web. With a gesture of his hand, he beckoned me to follow, his subtle dominance asserting itself even in this small act.
The ride to his hotel was a tense affair, filled with a mix of anticipation and self-doubt. I settled into the plush leather seat of the car, my palms slightly clammy as I clasped my notebook tightly, its empty pages a stark reminder of my shortcomings.
Brian sat beside me, radiating an air of casual elegance as he reclined comfortably, his gaze occasionally flickering towards me. The silence hung heavily in the air, pregnant with unspoken desires and uncharted territories. It was as if the car itself had transformed into a cocoon, isolating us from the outside world and intensifying the connection between us.
He broke the silence, his voice low and velvety, filled with a hint of weariness. "You know, these press dates can become quite tiresome after a while," he confessed, his tone tinged with a touch of frustration. "Having to repeat the same anecdotes, answer the same questions—it can feel like a never-ending cycle."
I listened intently, my heart aching with a mixture of sympathy and guilt. His dedication to his craft was evident, yet here he was, taking the time to accommodate my incompetence, going above and beyond to salvage my position.
The weight of his sacrifice settled on my shoulders, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility for the burden he had shouldered on my behalf. A subtle pang of remorse washed over me, mingling with the lingering excitement that coursed through my veins.
"You didn't have to do this," I murmured softly, my voice tinged with gratitude and regret. "I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused."
He turned his gaze towards me, his eyes filled with understanding and something deeper, something that hinted at a hidden power dynamic between us. "Sometimes, we all need a little help," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of command. "And besides, it gives me an opportunity to spend some time with someone who appreciates the nuances of my work."
His words hung in the air, charged with unspoken implications. The car journey continued, each passing moment bringing us closer to his hotel, to an encounter that held the potential to blur the boundaries between professional obligations and personal desires.
As the city lights streaked past us in a mesmerising blur, a wave of apprehension washed over me. The weight of potential consequences bore down heavily, my mind conjuring images of disapproving glares and lectures from Candice. The thought of her disapproval and the potential damage to my professional reputation loomed like a dark cloud over this impulsive decision. But also... there was something in the back of mind that found that danger enticing.
I glanced at Brian, his profile illuminated by the passing lights, a captivating blend of charisma and enigma. The subtle shift of his features hinted at the complexities that lay beneath the surface. Yes, he was a renowned musician, an idol to many, but he was also a man with his own commitments and responsibilities.
My thoughts veered towards Candice's hypothetical reprimands, reminding me of the line I was treading. I wrestled with the inner turmoil, questioning my judgement, and yet, the allure of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the chance to glean insights from the man himself, called to me like a siren's song. The boundaries of reason blurred, and the forbidden fruit of possibility dangled temptingly before me.
I couldn't deny the excitement that coursed through my veins, even if we were simply going to talk about the interview. But something told me that he wouldn't have invited me to his hotel room if he only wanted to repeat what he'd told Isabelle. But reality, too, had its grip on my conscience. Brian's relationship status, thought not conventional in the traditional sense, added another layer of complexity.
The conflict within me intensified, the battle between reason and desire waged in my mind. And as the car whisked us closer to the hotel, I knew that a pivotal moment awaited me on the other side of those doors. A moment that would test the limits of my self-control and challenge the very fabric of my professional identity.
As the car pulled up in front of the grand hotel entrance, I couldn't help but be awestruck by its opulence. Towering pillars adorned with intricate carvings framed the entrance, while a cascading waterfall nearby added a touch of serenity to the bustling city surroundings. The lobby, with its marble floors and sparkling chandeliers, exuded an air of sophistication and exclusivity.
Brian stepped to get out of the car, his presence commanding attention as he glanced back at me, his eyes inviting me to join him on this adventure. I took a deep breath, my heart fluttering in anticipation, and followed suit.
The moment our eyes met, a magnetic connection sparked between us. A subtle exchange of glances spoke volumes, conveying unspoken desires and hidden depths. It was in those stolen moments that the tension between us grew, the unspoken understanding that something powerful was unfolding.
As we stepped into the lavish lobby, the plush furnishings and hushed atmosphere enveloped us. Brian's hand brushed lightly against my lower back, a simple gesture that sent shivers down my spine. The touch was fleeting yet deliberate, a tantalising hint of the electricity crackling in the air.
We made our way to the elevator, managing to be inconspicuous to the very few people who were actually in the lobby, the soft chime signalled its arrival. The enclosed space became our private sanctuary, the air thick with anticipation. The mirrored walls reflected our proximity, capturing the unspoken intensity that hung in the air.
In the confined space, Brian's scent enveloped me, a heady combination of musky cologne and a hint of adventure. Every moment felt deliberate, every breath carried a weight of anticipation. Our eyes locked in the reflection, mirroring a depth of connection that defied words.
As the elevator ascended, our proximity grew, the space between us closing with each passing floor. Brian's voice, laced with a husky undertone, broke the silence. "I must say, the view from my room is quite breathtaking," he remarked, his voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down my spine.
I leaned in slightly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I can only imagine," I replied, the innuendo hanging in the air, adding a subtle layer of flirtation to our conversation.
A playful smile tugged at the corners of Brian's lips, his eyes holding that same mischievous glint as earlier. His hand casually brushed against mine as the elevator came to a halt, the touch electrifying and tantalisingly brief. The doors slid open, revealing a corridor bathed in soft, warm lighting.
We walked side by side, the click of our footsteps echoing in the hushed ambiance. The anticipation between us was palpable, a dance of desire and restraint. The subtle glances exchanged spoke volumes, carrying a shared secret that only we understood.
Arriving at his room, Brian fumbled for the key, his hand brushing against mine once again as he unlocked the door. The room's interior exuded luxury, with plush furnishings and a panoramic view of the city skyline. The atmosphere was charged with an undeniable energy, as if the room itself held its breath in anticipation of what was to come.
Brian motioned for me to take a seat on the plush sofa, while he made his way to a side table adorned with crystal glasses and a sparkling bottle of water. His movements were controlled, each action carrying a subtle authority that commanded attention.
He poured a glass of water, the liquid cascading effortlessly into the glass. With an almost calculated grace, he handed it to me, his fingers grazing mine ever so slightly. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I found myself captivated by his commanding presence.
Settling into a nearby armchair, Brian's gaze fixed upon me with an intensity that made my heart race. He picked up my notebook, his fingers tracing the empty pages as he glanced back at me, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and dominance.
"Let's go over the interview, shall we?" he suggested, his voice laced with authority. I nodded, my voice momentarily escaping me in the face of his dominant aura.
As we delved into the conversation, his proximity grew, our arms occasionally brushing against each other's as we gestured or reached for the notebook. Each touch was a subtle reminder of his control and my vulnerability.
His gaze never wavered, his eyes piercing into mine with a sense of ownership. He dissected each question and response with precision, his tone firm yet enticing. The atmosphere crackled with an undeniable tension.
Brian's hand occasionally found its way to the small of my back, a subtle gesture of possession that left me breathless and wanting more.
As we concluded our review of the interview, an unspoken understanding passed between us. Brian's gaze held a hint of satisfaction, as if pleased with my progress under his guidance. I couldn't deny the thrilling allure of his dominance, the way he effortlessly took charge and led me down a path of unexplored sensuality, purely in the way he spoke and answered the questions.
Once we'd finished, a sense of relief washed over me. I placed my pencil down on the coffee table, grateful for the notes I now had to present to Candice. But little did I know that the night was far from over, and the dynamics between Brian and I were about to take a new turn.
As I sat back on the sofa, taking a sip of water from the glass Brian had graciously given me, he caught me off guard with an unexpected question.
"Why don't you ask me about my relationship?" His words hung in the air, laden with a mix of curiosity and challenge.
I nearly choked on my water, my eyes widening in surprise. His question was so sudden and unexpected that I struggled to find the right response. "W... What?" I stammered, my voice betraying my confusion as I carefully set the glass back on the coffee table.
"Everyone else does. Why don't you?" Brian rose from his seat, striding over to the armchair across the room. He reached up, gracefully removing his navy-blue blazer and draping it over the back of the chair. His movements were confident and self-assured, his hands casually returning to his pockets.
I watched him in awe, captivated by his every gesture. The way he carried himself, the slight tilt of his head, the way he rolled up his sleeves to reveal his forearms—each detail seemed to heighten his allure. His hair, with its enchanting allure, seemed to beckon to me, and I couldn't help but feel a magnetic pull toward him, yet again.
Feeling a heat rise in my cheeks, I cleared my throat, crossing my legs in an attempt to steady myself. I hoped he wouldn't notice the effect he had on me, even though the atmosphere had been charged with flirtation throughout our time together thus far. Deep down, a small voice whispered that it was all in my head, that Brian was simply being accommodating.
"I, uh..." I began, my voice slightly shaky as I took another sip of water, hoping to steady my nerves. "Well, I don't see why I should ask about your relationship," I replied, attempting to sound nonchalant but failing to hide the perplexed undertone in my voice. "It's really nobody's business, right?" I added, my brows furrowing.
Brian's lips curled into a partly playful, partly impressed, smile, and he moved closer to me, now stood right in front of me, like he was when we first met eyes earlier that afternoon. His eyes locked steadily onto mine. The air once again crackled with anticipation and unspoken feelings.
"That's true," he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "But sometimes, it's intriguing to delve into the depths of someone's personal life, don't you think? To understand their desires, their secrets..."
His words hung in the air, charged with an undeniable seductive energy.
"So, I'm going to ask you, Y/N..." Brian's voice drew me in, his words laced with a magnetic allure. He moved away slightly, only to settle beside me on the sofa, his body angled toward mine. I couldn't help but feel a surge of prospect as I realised that he had remembered my name, speaking it for the first time since he'd met me.
"What about you?" his voice was a seductive whisper, gently coaxing me to reveal the depths of my own desires. My breath caught in my throat, the intensity of his presence almost overwhelming.
"What about me?" I managed to whisper, my voice betraying a mix of nervousness and curiosity.
Brian let out a low chuckle, a sound that sent a rush of heat coursing through me. As he shifted his position, resting his arm casually across the back of the sofa, he mirrored the way he had sat with Isabelle during the interview. But this time, his proximity to me was closer, his energy more focused. It was as if the space between us had become charged with an unspoken understanding.
His hand reached out, deliberately smoothing over the slight ruffle in my black skirt. The touch was gentle, but its intention was unmistakable. I couldn't help but feel the electricity that surged through me as his fingertips lingered on my knee. A wave of desire washed over me, causing my thighs to clench and a quiver to run through the depths of my being. I briefly closed my eyes, my senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating tension that enveloped us.
But my eyes snapped back open, meeting his gaze when he finally responded. The air seemed to crackle with anticipation, and I hung onto his every word, eager to unravel the depths of this enigmatic man before me.
Brian's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as he locked his gaze with mine. He had seen through my feeble attempt to divert the conversation and now he was toying with me, like a skilled predator playing with its prey.
"You know, Y/N," he began, his voice dripping with subtle amusement, "I can't help but wonder if those technical difficulties were just an excuse. Perhaps there's something else that prevented you from taking those notes." His words hung in the air, laden with implication.
I felt a blush creep up my cheeks, a mixture of embarrassment and fascination. How did he manage to see through my façade so effortlessly? It was as if he possessed an uncanny ability to unravel the truths hidden beneath the layers of my carefully constructed lies.
"You're quite perceptive," I admitted, my voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. "There might have been... other distractions that prevented me from fulfilling my duties."
Brian's lips curled into a knowing smile, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. His hand, still resting on my knee, exerted a subtle pressure, a silent reminder of the power dynamics at play. It was a gesture that sent a jolt coursing through me, making me acutely aware of his commanding presence.
"Well, Y/N," he murmured, his voice lowering again, "if you were indeed distracted, perhaps its time we address that distraction head-on."
I swallowed hard, my heart once again pounding in my chest. It was as if the world around us had faded into the background, leaving the two of us locked in this exhilarating dance of desire and power. I was drawn to him, unable to resist him, and he knew it.
"What do you suggest, Brian?" I exhaled, my voice a velvet whisper that teased the air. I teetered on the precipice of desire, my every fibre ready to succumb to his captivating dominance, yearning to explore the uncharted depths of passion that enticed us both.
His piercing gaze intensified, a searing ember of authority glowing in his eyes, beckoning me further into his world. "Y/N," he purred, his voice a sultry blend of command and invitation, "Perhaps it's time we plunge into the depths of these tantalising distractions. It would be such a waste to let them slip through our fingers, wouldn't it?"
He meticulously grazed his teeth against his plump lower lip, his predatory eyes descending upon my body with a swift hunger. "Are you seeing somebody?"
I took a deep breath, my eyes locked on his hand resting on my knee. It felt like an anchor, grounding me in the midst of the swirling emotions that Brian had effortlessly stirred within me. I shook my head slightly, my voice barely above a whisper. "No..."
His grip on my knee tightened ever so slightly, a subtle display of dominance that that sent a jolt of excitement coursing through me. Tense, the weight of his question hanging in the silence. Brian's gaze continued to bore into mine, his eyes filled with an intensity that made it hard to look away.
"But I'm assuming you have," he prodded gently, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and desire. As he spoke, his hand shifted, his fingers tracing a path of electrifying warmth up my thigh. Every inch of my skin burned under his touch, igniting a fire deep within me that I struggled to contain.
My thoughts became hazy, a cocktail of longing and forbidden fantasies swirling in my mind. The allure of Brian's commanding presence was overwhelming, captivating me in ways I couldn't resist. Rationality wavered as I found myself yearning for his dominance, for him to physically take control and guide me into uncharted territory.
I mustered the strength to respond, my voice trembling with a potent mixture of apprehension and desire. "Yes," I finally confessed, my admission punctuated by a shuddering breath. The confession hung in the air, a tangible invitation for Brian to delve deeper into the depths of my past and desires.
"Of course, that was a silly question for me to ask you." Brian's laughter, a melodic symphony, echoed in the room, mingling with the charged atmosphere that enveloped us. That mischievous glint in his eyes danced with a hint of desire as he playfully taunted me.
"A pretty thing like you... No way a man hasn't approached you. No way you can't have experienced such things that come with it." His words, dripping with seductive confidence, sent shivers down my spine, awakening a dormant fire within me. As he continued, his hand embarked on a daring expedition, traversing the landscape of my thigh with deliberate intent. The tantalising proximity of his touch ignited a flame of exhilaration, intensifying his charm.
"Is this okay?"
Caught in the magnetic field of his presence, my breath hitched. His audacity, his audacious exploration of my boundaries, both thrilled and unnerved me. His question, whispered like a forbidden secret, hung in the air, enticing and provocative.
My gaze met his, locked in a fierce battle of desire and restraint. His head tilted ever so slightly, offering a glimpse into a world of untamed passion that lay just beyond my peripheral vision. It was a challenge, a temptation I couldn't ignore.
"Yes..." I gasped, a delicate confession of my yearning. The room seemed to pulse with the rhythm of our shared anticipation, each heartbeat echoing the unspoken desire that had been crackling above us since he asked me if I had a name back at the studio.
With every fibre of my being attuned to his touch, I met his piercing gaze, a hunger ignited within myself. The anticipation hung thick and heady in the air, as my body responded to his unspoken desires, yearning for the raw intensity that lay just beyond our fingertips.
His hand, once resting on the back of the sofa, now ventured into the depths of my hair, fingers dancing through the strands with an almost possessive tenderness. My breath hitched, a mixture of excitement and anxiety coursing through me veins.
His voice, a velvety caress, laced with his characteristic authority, penetrated the atmosphere. "You said you were twenty-two?" he asked, his touch a sensory symphony that sent shivers cascading down my spine to the fullest. I nodded, my lips instinctively finding refuge between my teeth, an unconscious response to the mounting tension that enveloped us.
"So young and full of life," he mused, his words a tantalising invitation into a world of hidden desires. The weight of his statement settled upon us, passing through us like a current. "You do understand what I'm trying to do right now, don't you?"
I knew exactly what he was attempting to do, and the thought alone could have caused me to climax on his sofa right then and there.
A barely contained breath escaped my lips, as I chuckled and shifted my body to face him fully as an answer. The crossing of my legs changed, creating an open pathway to explore our proximity. As if attuned to my movements, Brian's hand left my leg momentarily, only to reclaim its rightful place on my thigh, a possessive declaration of his intent.
Curiosity burned within me, emboldened by his unabashed dominance. "Do you do this a lot?" I ventured, resting my arm on the back of the sofa, a subtle invitation for him to delve deeper into the intricacies of his world. The revelation of his true intentions liberated me, allowing me to respond in kind, the allure of the forbidden dance consuming my thoughts.
Brian seemed a little taken aback by my question, but his initial surprise quickly dissolved into a low chuckle, a hint of intrigue glinting in his eyes. His gaze momentarily shifted to his hand, which had settled on the back of my thigh, his thumb tracing tantalising circles against the soft skin, exerting a gentle tug.
"I wouldn't say a lot... but every now and then, I stumble upon someone I really, really like," he confessed, his voice descending to a husky whisper as his eyes flickered up to meet mine. "Someone I simply can't resist," he added, his words resonating with an intensity that left no room for doubt. "And you, my dear, are the most captivating creature I've encountered thus far."
His compliments reverberated within me, causing me to sink deeper into the plush embrace of the sofa, my face suffused with a bright crimson blush. "Am I?" A small smirk danced on my lips as I raised an eyebrow, my inquiry carrying a weight that went beyond the surface. Unintentionally, I had invoked the presence of Anita, his partner, and now the unspoken tension lingered between us.
His eyes narrowed, the spark of recognition igniting in his gaze. But instead of letting the unspoken words bloom, he chuckled once again, his grip on my thigh tightening with a tantalising force. In one swift motion, he pulled me forward, until I found myself ensconced upon his lap. The unexpectedness of the action electrified the air, sending waves of desire coursing through me, my core pulsating in eager anticipation, yearning for the layers of clothing to vanish, to feel the raw heat of his skin against mine.
"You're asking too many questions, darling," he mused, his voice laced with a mixture of amusement and desire. His hands boldly found their place at my hips, sliding beneath the thin fabric of my blazer, their touch sending a jolt of electricity through my entire being.
A mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of my lips as I playfully retorted, "I thought that was my job," my lashes fluttering in a seductive display. Yet, my attempt at teasing seemed to have an unexpected effect on Brian. His hands clamped around me with a vice-like grip, the sensation of his fingers pressing through the fabric of my skirt sending a thrilling jolt through my body.
A low, almost predatory growl rumbled from his throat as he spoke, his voice a dangerous blend of desire and authority. "You're a bit mouthy, aren't you?" he murmured, his words laced with a hint of reprimand. "Just as I thought you were so innocent... sitting there on that stool with this little skirt almost exposing you to the whole world, not knowing a thing about it..." With each word, he pulled me down onto him, the force of his action making it clear that he was taking control. "Thinking I didn't notice that you were staring at me the whole time," he clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "And here you are, now sat on my lap, all shaky and needy."
His gaze roamed over my face, observing my every reaction to his sudden shift in demeanour. This was precisely the dynamic I had been seeking, a captivating dance between dominance and submission. The air hummed with an electrifying tension as I found myself entranced by him, surrendering to the intoxicating mix of vulnerability and desire that pulsed between us.
Brian's subtle manoeuvre in his lap caused me to instinctively cling onto his shoulders, seeking stability in the midst of escalating desire. His self-satisfied smirk revealed his pleasure at my reaction, fuelling the fire that raged between us. "There's a few things I want to go through with you before we go any further, sweetheart," he hummed, his hand firmly grasping the back of my neck, drawing me tantalisingly close to his face, our lips hovering inches apart. The anticipation was palpable, my breath hitching in anticipating of his next words. "Have you every been with anyone older before?"
I exhaled softly against his mouth, my eyes half-lidded with a mixture of nervousness and longing. I shook my head slightly, my hands finding solace in the firmness of his shoulders. "Maybe, like, a thirty-year-old, but..." My voice trailed off, the unspoken admission hanging in the air.
"Nobody as old as I am?" he finished my sentence with a knowing smile, fully aware of my unspoken answer. I nodded, my teeth earnestly biting down on my bottom lip, a nervous habit that betrayed my inner turmoil.
"Well, Y/N, I should warn you," he began, his hips abruptly surging against mine, stealing the air from my lungs. The intensity of his touch sent chills coursing through my body. "As an almost-fifty-one-year-old who knows what he's doing, I can guarantee that you will cum at least five times tonight," he purred, his fingers encircling my throat in a gentle yet possessive grip. "And with any luck, you'll struggle to walk out of that door in the morning."
With a swift, decisive movement, our lips finally connected, a torrent of pent-up desire exploding within me. The metaphorical fireworks ignited, their radiant bursts cascading through my body, kindling a symphony of tingles and shivers that coursed from my stomach to my throbbing core. The long-awaited contact between our lips unleashed a tempestuous passion that left me yearning for more.
"Stand up for Daddy," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of desire and possessiveness. The unexpected pet name he bestowed upon himself sent a surge of excitement through me. It was a name I had imagined slipping from my own lips, and now that he had uttered it, I felt an intoxicating thrill. His eyes fluttered open, meeting mine for a brief moment. "You don't mind that, do you?" he asked, his grip on my throat loosening. Even in the midst of our escalating passion, Brian remained considerate and a gentleman.
"I'm more than okay with it," I replied, my voice laced with eagerness. I nodded, a spark of anticipation igniting within me. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he bit down on the lower one, an expression that hinted at the wild desires swirling in his mind.
"I knew you would be perfect for me, you naughty little thing..." he growled, his words laced with a primal hunger. He pressed his lips against mine one last time, a fierce and demanding kiss that left me breathless. With deliberate yet cautious movements, he guided me to stand in front of him. His legs were spread out, and his hands firmly settled on my waist, grounding me in his commanding presence.
"Let's get those clothes off of you," he breathed, his voice husky with anticipation. Sitting up, he leaned back slightly, creating a space for me to step between his legs. His hands roamed my waist, teasing an exploring, as he revelled in the sight before him. "I bet you look mesmerising, you sweet thing," he murmured, his words stirring a fire deep within me.
With Brian's guidance, I slipped off my blazer, letting it fall carelessly beside him on the sofa. My attire consisted of a form-fitting long-sleeved t-shirt, neatly tucked into a sleek black skirt. The fabric of the shirt clung to my body, accentuating every curve and contour, and I could sense Brian's gaze lingering on the enticing view before him.
"Keep going, love," he smoothly instructed, his voice laced with command. With his arm casually draped over the back of the sofa and his other hand resting suggestively over his own clothed arousal, he watched intently as I continued to undress, gradually revealing more of myself.
I slowly unbuttoned the top few buttons of my shirt, exposing a teasing glimpse of the soft skin nestled between my breasts. The fabric parted, revealing a tantalising V-neckline that halted just at the beginning of my cleavage, leaving much to the imagination. Brian's eyes darkened with desire, his focus fixed on the seductive reveal.
Encouraged by his unwavering gaze, I continued to undress, peeling the shirt from my body with deliberate grace. Each movement involved in unzipping and shimmying down my skirt was accompanied a subtle sway of my hips, a deliberate invitation to indulge in the forbidden desires that simmered between us. The shirt slipped off of my shoulders, pooling at my feet, leaving me standing before him in nothing but my underwear, vulnerable and exposed.
Brian's hungry eyes drank in the sight, savouring the contours of my body outlined by the delicate lingerie that adorned it. His breath hitched, and a primal hunger flashed across his face.
"My, my, my..." he mused, his voice a low, throaty rumble. Leaning forward, he focused his gaze on my chest, his eyes lingering on the delicate white lace bra that adorned me, before trailing down to the matching pair of underwear that concealed the very essence of my being—a part of me yearning to be devoured by Brian's primal desire.
A subtle flush of embarrassment tinged my skin, blending with a tingling sense of prospect as I stood before Brian, acutely aware of his gaze that stripped me with its intensity. It was a an undeniable turn-on, this vulnerable exposure, yet I couldn't help but wonder if he desired something more from me.
"Turn around," he commanded, his tone blunt, his finger tracing an authoritative arc in the air. Without hesitation, I obeyed, pivoting silently on my heel until my back was completely exposed to him. And then, in a split second, a fierce sting erupted across my backside, the resounding slap from Brian's hand reverberating through the room. A gasp escaped my lips, mingling with a mixture of surprise, excitement, and a hint of pain.
Brian rose from the sofa, his presence expanding behind me like a towering shadow, and with a firm grip on the band of my underwear, he yanked me back against him. I could feel the undeniable evidence of his arousal pressing forcefully against my backside, the bulge in his trousers growing with each passing moment. Lowering his head, he released a low growl that sent a shiver up through my core, while his other hand firmly grasped my head, tilting it to the side, exposing my vulnerability.
"Good little girls answer their Daddy," he whispered, his voice a seductive blend of dominance of desire. His hand slid around my lower stomach, applying pressure that coerced me to press my backside more firmly into him. "Don't they?"
A gasp hitched in my throat, a mixture of shock and exhilaration coursing through my veins as Brian spoke to me in such a degrading yet intoxicating manner. "Y-yes..."
"Yes, what?" he demanded, his fingers intertwining with my hair, his fists closing with a possessive grip as his lips brushed against the sensitive shell of my ear. "If you want even the slightest taste of the sweet release you crave, you must address me accordingly, little one."
A quivering smile danced upon my lips, an eagerness to comply swirling within me. "Yes, Daddy."
"Good girl," he praised, his words hot against my ear, his breath fanning the flames of my desire. Resting the side of his head against mine, he directed his gaze downward, his hand venturing lower, ghosting over my core, teasing and tantalising. "I can't wait to feel your cunt wrap around my cock... I bet you're so tight and warm for me," he murmured, a promise that elicited a suppressed whimper from my lips. "Oh, the thought of that excites you, doesn't it?" he tested, his voice wicked.
"Yes, Daddy," I replied, my voice trembling with a potent mixture of obedience and unquenchable longing.
He chuckled, a sound tinged with satisfaction and amusement at my swift adaptation to our dynamic. "That's a good girl," he breathed against the sensitive skin of my neck, his lips claiming me with a fervent, sloppy kiss before abruptly releasing me, leaving me yearning for his touch and craving more.
"Stand back a little," Brian's voice commanded, an authoritative tone that brooked no resistance. I complied, taking a step back, my anticipation mounting as he took control. With a swift movement, he spun me around, his hands asserting their presence on my body, yet withholding any intimate touch. The air crackled with an electric charge, heavy with unspoken desire.
"No touching until I say," he declared, his voice laced with a mixture of authority and anticipation. Stepping back himself, he lowered his hands to his belt, his gaze never wavering from mine as he skilfully unbuckled and unzipped his trousers. The sound of the metal against metal reverberated in the room, heightening the intensity of the moment. His trousers cascaded down to his knees, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his bare flesh, while his shirt billowed around him, hinting at the hidden secrets it concealed. He stepped out of the confines of his restrictive clothes, gracefully kicking them aside, leaving him standing before me in only his partially unbuttoned shirt.
My eyes couldn't help but be drawn downward, magnetically pulled to the sight of his own underwear. His bulge, sizable and still growing, strained against the fabric, a visual testament to the desire that consumed him. Heat flushed through my veins, a mixture of nervous anticipation and a primal hunger to taste him.
"I'm assuming you've given somebody a blowjob before, yes?" Brian's voice cut through the charged silence, his head tilted in a patronizing yet knowing manner. His words hung in the air, a challenge and an invitation entwined. He awaited my response, his eyes burning with a mixture of curiosity and desire, never once breaking our unyielding eye contact.
A tremor of excitement coursed through me, mingling with a tinge of apprehension. I nodded, my voice momentarily stolen by the intensity of the moment, my desire to please him amplifying with each passing second.
"Yes, Daddy," I finally managed to respond, the breathless admission hanging in the air, a testament to the intimate encounters of my past.
A predatory smile tugged at the corners of Brian's lips, a gleam of satisfaction illuminating his gaze. The flicker of dominance danced in his eyes as he took a deliberate step forward, closing the distance between us. The bulge in his underwear pressed against my senses, a physical manifestation of his hunger and anticipation.
"Good," he murmured, his voice husky and thick with desire.
I could feel the excitement bubbling up inside me, and I couldn't help but shuffle side to side to deal with the intense desire to get my hands or my mouth on Brian's arousal, especially when he moved to sit back against the sofa.
"Please can I taste you, Daddy?" I whispered, glancing up at him with an innocent expression.
He hummed, his hand coming down to move some of my hair out of my face. "So good, asking for permission," he praised, lowering his head and biting a little into my shoulder before turning his head and growling back into my ear. "I want you on all-fours, looking up at me with those pretty fucking eyes."
"Yes, Daddy," I moaned just at his response, but was quick to do as I was told, moving back to give myself space to do as I was told, whilst he got to work in removing his underwear from his body. I arched my back, showing off the round of my curves for him like I noticed he enjoyed so much. He took his length his hand, giving it a few strokes before shuffling forward a few inches. I couldn't stop staring at its appearance, pulsating, red, veiny, and everything I dreamed it would be. I took the hint and propped myself up on one hand, using the other to move my hair from my face, before finally leaning forward and licking from the base, right up the pronounced vain on his shaft, and up to the tip. I teased him, glancing up at him as I slowly flicked my tongue over the redness. I could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum already, which only encouraged me to keep going. But apparently, the teasing wasn't enough.
"Oh, you don't want to tease Daddy, little one," he drawled, one hand coming behind my head to tangle his fingers once again in my hair. "I have to feel your mouth all over my cock, alright?" His natural dominance was toned back, and I could tell that he was testing where my comfort level was. But I was too far in my comfort zone here. So, I pushed him.
With a mischievous smirk, I only wrapped my lips around his tip, sucking ever so slightly.
"You really want to play games?" He asked with an amused tinge to his voice. He chuckled, right before he pushed my head further down, causing his cock to slide into my mouth and to my throat as far as it could go, a gag automatically sounding from my throat. It made my core throb yet again.
His grip loosened briefly, in order to breathily ask me if this was okay. I hummed around his cock in confirmation, my eyes peering up at him the best they could. Just like that, he knew where my head was at, and his grip resumed, and his hips drew back, just to thrust back again. He showed me – demonstrated – the pace he wanted, and I was obliged to deliver.
Once I had my head bobbing along his shaft how he wanted, my hand wrapped firmly around the base, my gag reflex had been temporarily diverted, but not completely eradicated. Brian, however, smacked my hand away from him, making me keep my hands down on my knees and allow him to force himself however far into my mouth as he wanted.
As my mouth encased the warm length, my own arousal picked back up, feeling myself clenching around nothing and wishing his cock was balls deep inside me. But that only encouraged me to do a better job on him. I found myself moaning as his taste, the way he grunted and breathed above me. I'd never heard anyone sound so fucking beautiful.
"That's it, baby... Fuck," he groaned, his jaw clenched in sheer ecstasy. "Let me see that pretty face, Y/N." His request fuelled my desperation and desire to please him. With a whimper, I adjusted my position slightly, ensuring that my movements on his cock remained relentless, my lips tightly sealed around him.
As I complied with his command, my eyes flicked up to meet his gaze, aware of the redness that had undoubtedly consumed them. My lips, swollen from our passionate kisses and the way they enveloped him, added to the visual proof of our intense connection. Tears welled up at the corners of my eyes, a mix of pleasure, vulnerability, and overwhelming sensations.
However, what truly pushed me to the brink of desperation was the sight of him. He looked like a god, an ethereal being of pleasure and dominance. His hair fell forward, framing his face as he gazed down at me. His mouth was slightly open, allowing soft moans and growls to escape. His chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, a testament to his state of euphoria. His heavy-lidded eyes exuded a mix of desire and satisfaction, capturing me in a moment of profound intensity.
"Such a beautiful little slut, aren't you?" He sighed, running his hand back through my hair to bunch it up at the back, helping me through my pace. "Yeah... such a good girl for Daddy..." He mumbled, mostly to himself as his eyes looked back at my backside. His free hand reached forward and felt over my curves until he reached his destination, grabbing a handful before lifting and landing his palm against the skin with a forceful smack. It sent me moaning and whimpering yet again, the small sting sending shocks to my arousal and shivers to my skin. He did it again, this time a lot harder. He must have been testing the waters beforehand. I flinched this time, my back arching more.
I whined, the hand that was propping me up gripping into the bedsheets as I tried my very best not to rub my thighs together for friction I so desperately needed. Brian took notice and let go of my hair, pulling his cock from my mouth. A string of saliva still connected us, and my face was completely fucked out.
"Look at you, darling," he purred, taking a hold of my face with one hand and pressing my cheeks together. "You enjoyed having my cock in your mouth, didn't you?" With a deliberate slowness, he traced his thumb over my swollen lower lip, savouring the aftermath of our intimate encounter. It was a silent question, a rhetorical inquiry that required no verbal response. Instead, I responded with a breathless nod, my eyes locked on his, conveying my pleasure and desire.
But in an unexpected twist, his hand swiftly left my lip, and a sharp, stinging sensation erupted on the side of my face. A decent slap, delivered with purpose, but cautiously landed, not giving his all in the event that I wasn't into that kind of treatment. Of course, I would let this man do anything to me.
The impact took me by surprise, integrating with the haze of pleasure. Yet, as quickly as the pain registered, he seized me once again, his grip possessive and firm. His actions were a reminder of his control, a reminder that I existed in this moment solely for his pleasure. It was a moment of sharp contrast, the pain mingling with desire, further fuelling the intensity of our connection. "What did I say about answering Daddy?"
"Yes, Daddy—sorry, Daddy," I breathed out, looking up at him with watery eyes. "Can I have more, Daddy?" I batted my eyelashes.
Releasing his hold on me, he sat forward, his shirt clinging to his body, evidence of the sweat that adorned his skin. With a purposeful motion, he discarded the garment, revealing the glistening contours of his middle-aged physique. Rising to his feet, he positioned himself near the edge of the sofa, his foot resting upon the plush surface for support. His hand encircled his throbbing cock, exerting a firm grip as he glided his fist along its length, eliciting a deep groan of pleasure.
"What are you waiting for? Show me what you're capable of," he commanded, his voice laced with a potent mixture of authority and desire. His invitation beckoned me forward, and without hesitation, I eagerly reattached my mouth to him, my lips enveloping his engorged length. Balancing myself on the edge of the sofa so I could reach him, I rested my hands on the sofa, surrendering to the primal rhythm that coursed through us.
Brian's hand gathered a handful of my hair at the back of my head, ensuring a firm grip as he began to thrust into my mouth with abandon. He paid no mind to the reddened hue of my eyes, nor the cascades of saliva that spilled from my lips, consumed by the raw pleasure that surged between us. Each forceful thrust of his hips sent a jolt of ecstasy through my being, a delicious combination of pleasure and submission. The intensity of our connection intensified, the boundaries of control blurring as we surrendered to our most primal desires.
"Do a good job, and then Daddy will make you cum all over his tongue, okay?" He moaned down at me, making me nod, and whine a muffled "Yes, Daddy," with his cock still shoved in my mouth.
I maintained my position, allowing him to forcefully thrust into my throat, my head held firmly in place by his unyielding grip. I looked up at him through teary eyes, my face glistening with a mixture of saliva and tears, a testament to the depths of pleasure and submission I was experiencing.
The sound of his hissing voice filled the air, blending with his deep groans of satisfaction. "Yes... So perfect," he gasped, overcome by the intense sensation of my mouth enveloping him. The mixture of pain and pleasure, dominance and surrender, fuelled the fiery connection between us, heightening the raw, primal energy of the moment.
I felt his thigh shake beside my head, and he pulled my head all the way down onto his cock, my nose pushing into the mass of pubic hair at the base of his arousal. I let out a heavy breath, closing my eyes and relaxing my throat to allow him to slide down it with ease. Then, without warning, he yanked me back, his cock completely slipping out of my mouth. It was glistening with a mixture of my thickening saliva and his pre-cum, matching with the way my lips sparkled with the same kind of adventure.
Gasping for breath, I found myself being pulled up to my feet by the firm grip of Brian's hand, entwined in my hair. The forceful manner in which he yanked me upright only heightened the intensity of our encounter. Our lips crashed together once again, igniting a wild and insatiable passion that consumed us both.
The kiss was anything but gentle. It was a raw display of desire, marked by urgency and need. Our mouths melded together in a feverish dance, tongues clashing and intertwining in a desperate battle for dominance. It was as if Brian couldn't get enough of the taste, eagerly seeking to reclaim a trace of himself on my lips.
Every swipe and flick of his tongue against mine sent electric jolts of pleasure surging through my body. The hunger in his kiss matched the fiery desire coursing through my veins, building an intoxicating tension that threatened to consume us both. Our lips and tongues moved in a frenzy, an unspoken declaration of our insatiable lust. It made me wonder what his lips and his tongue would feel like on my aching core.
With one hand wrapped around my throat, he pulled me back enough to speak to me. "Get on the bed for me, love," he demanded softly, letting me go and pushing me slightly in the direction of the bed.
"Yes, Daddy," I obeyed, swiftly turning and heading for the large king-sized bed. I lowered myself onto the sleek silk, my heart pounding in raging lust as my core continued to flutter and tighten at the pure thought of being devoured by Brian. "You sucked Daddy's cock so well, little one," he praised with a patronising flare, as he slowly made his way towards me, closing in on me like I was some sort of prey for the taking. He stopped right in front of me, leaning down so both of his hands were placed flat on the surface of the bed, and his face was mere inches from mine. "Do you think you deserve to have my face buried between your legs, baby?"
His question stirred a whirlwind of sensations within me, causing my entire body to tremble with a mixture of pleasure and anticipation. My thighs involuntarily clenched, and a breathy sigh escaped my quivering lips. Brian had a way of rendering me speechless, making it nearly impossible to form coherent words as I struggled to catch my breath against his intoxicating lips.
"So precious. I get you this hot, you can't even speak," he hummed, amusement dancing in his voice. One hand found its way back to my throat, asserting his dominance over me. His thumb grazed over my lower lip, teasing it down and allowing it to spring back against my teeth. Leaning closer, he guided me down onto my back, his presence looming over me like a commanding giant.
Once he fully hovered above me, his aura radiating power and desire, he whispered with a menacing grunt that sent shivers down my spine. His words held a primal hunger, a promise of untamed pleasure.
"Would you like Daddy to taste your sweet pussy, darling?"
The question enough made me writhe a little under him, and I whined a small "Yes please, Daddy" up at him, making him chuckle and shoot me that sexy smile of his.
"Stay there," he whispered, his voice laced with a commanding edge. With a swift motion, he pulled himself up to his feet, his strong hands gripping my ankles firmly. I felt myself being effortlessly dragged to the edge of the bed, my legs hanging over the edge. The anticipation prickled across my skin as he took a moment to appraise me, his eyes roaming hungrily over my half-naked form.
His fingers hooked into the band of my underwear, and in one fluid motion, he tugged them down my legs, leaving me completely bare from the waist down. The sudden exposure left me feeling vulnerable, every inch of my body open and ready for his intimate exploration. I could feel the cool air caress my heated skin, heightening my senses and intensifying the anticipation that pulsed through me.
His touch ignited a fiery sensation across my skin as he parted my legs, positioning my knees closer to my chest. The intimate vulnerability of my exposed core made my heart race. The throbbing of my clit intensified, yearning for the exquisite sensation of his lips wrapping around it, ready to be devoured by the force of his desire.
His fingertips trailed a tantalising path down the back of my thighs, leaving a trail of electric sparks in their wake. The pressure he applied against my legs urged me to instinctively open up for him, surrendering myself to his skilled ministrations.
As he lowered himself to his knees, his breath caressed my most sensitive flesh, sending shivers cascading through my body. The warmth of his breath teased and enveloped me, igniting a primal desire that caused my breathing to quicken in sync with the mounting tension.
The realisation struck me with a jolt. Few men I had been with had truly taken the time to explore the depths of my pleasure. But Brian was different. He possessed an insatiable hunger to please me, to delve into the realm of my desires. To show me he was capable, at his age, of making a young thing writhe and arch at his talents. This was not a mere obligation but a ravenous craving that consumed him, a thirst that he longed to quench with my pleasure as his ultimate reward.
I felt a surge of gratitude for Brian's genuine desire to please me. It was a rarity, a precious gift that I would savour with every fibre of my being. The weight of his intention settled over me, heightening the anticipation that coursed through my veins.
His hands moved with purpose, exploring the contours of my thighs, tracing delicate patterned that elicited soft moans from my lips. I felt my body responding to his touch, arching instinctively, seeking more of his caress. The intensity of his focus ignited a fire within me, fuelling the craving for his skilled tongue to explore me.
With a deliberate yet tender touch, Brian's fingers found their way to my most intimate core. His fingertips danced along the wetness that coated my folds, teasing and tantalising, as if he were an artist painting strokes of desire upon my canvas. Each stroke of his touch sent ripples of pleasure cascading through me, building the intensity with each passing second.
The room was filled with an intoxicating mix of our shared breaths and the sound of my own heart pounding in my ears. Every nerve in my body stood at attention, poised for the exquisite release that awaited me. I closed my eyes, surrendering myself to the sensations that enveloped me, allowing the anticipation to swell and consume me.
And then, with a flicker of his tongue, Brian made contact with my swollen, throbbing clit. The jolt of pleasure shot through me, causing my back to arch and a gasp of pleasure to escape my lips. His skilful tongue explored every crevice, every delicate fold, igniting an inferno of sensation that spiralled within me.
I lost myself in the maelstrom of pleasure, my fingers grasping the sheets beneath me as waves of ecstasy crashed over my body. Brian's rhythmic movements, a symphony of pleasure orchestrated by his expert tongue, bringing me closer to the brink of oblivion.
Brian, ever the master of control, sensed the depths of my pleasure and revelled in his power over me. He intensified his assault on my sensitive nub, his tongue swirling and flicking with unrelenting precision. Each stroke, each caress, pushed me closer to the edge of ecstasy.
As the intensity mounted, I could feel the coil of desire winding tighter within me. My body trembled with anticipation, my moans growing louder and louder, more and more urgent. Brian's grip on my thighs tightened, a silent command to surrender completely to the overwhelming pleasure he was orchestrating.
I was teetering on the precipice, my entire being consumed by the need for release. But just when I thought I couldn't bear it any longer, Brian pulled back, denying me that final plunge into ecstasy. The absence of his touch left me achingly empty, my body pulsating with unfulfilled desire.
With a predatory glint in his eyes, Brian rose to his full height, his dominance radiating from every pore. He seized my wrists and effortlessly pinned them above my head, his strength asserting his control over my quivering body. I was at his mercy, my desire reaching a fever pitch as I yearned for his next move.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear, his voice a low, commanding growl. "You think I'm going to let you cum that easily, my little plaything?" he whispered, the words igniting a fierce ache deep within me. "No, my sweet, I'm going to make you beg for it."
His words sent a shockwave down my spine, my breath catching in my throat. I wanted to plead, to beg for release, but he silenced me with his dominance. He relished in the power he held over me, revelling in my desperation.
With a deliberate slowness that bordered on torturous, Brian trailed his fingers along the length of my body, tantalisingly close to where I craved his touch the most. Every nerve in my body screamed for his contact, my hips instinctively arching toward him, begging for his release.
But Brian was in control, and he dictated the pace. He continued his maddening exploration, his touch teasingly light as he traced circles on my inner thighs. The anticipation grew unbearable, my need for release becoming an all-consuming ache that threatened to overwhelm me.
Finally, just when I thought I could take no more, Brian yielded to my pleading body. His fingers found their way to my throbbing core, delving deep into my wetness. The penetration was swift and intense, a primal connection that shattered any remnants of self-control.
He moved with an effortless rhythm, his fingers expertly stroking every sensitive spot within me. "How tight you are, sweetheart... definitely need to warm you up a bit before I stretch you out," he moaned down at me, the pleasure coursing through my veins and my body convulsing beneath his touch. I writhed against his unyielding grip, lost in the sea of sensations that consumed me.
"D-Daddy..." I whined, my head pressing back into the silk sheets. "Feels so good..." Was all I could whimper out as his two fingers sloppily stroked inside me, generating the lewdest of noises. I was no longer an individual, but a vessel of desire, completely surrendered to his command. "Yes..." I hissed, my back arching.
"You almost there, angel?" He looked down at me, moving his head to meet my gaze and mirroring my whimpering breaths. "You gonna cum on my fingers like a good girl for Daddy?"
I nodded feverishly at him. "Yes, Daddy, I'm gonna cum so hard... Please, c-can I cum, Daddy?" I plead, looking up at him with innocent eyes. He bit on his lip hard, his gaze averting down to where his fingers connected with my body, enjoying the sight.
"I did promise you at lease five orgasms, didn't I?" He started, each question rhetorical. "I would be a pretty lousy daddy if I let you go without fulfilling those promises, wouldn't I?" He looked back up at me, his eyes as black as anything. "Cum around my fingers, sweetheart."
With a commanding nod from Brian, a surge of desire shot through my veins, compelling me to yield his dominance. My jaw slackened, and my back arched painfully as an intense pleasure coursed through my core, tightening, and pulsating around his lengthy middle fingers.
"God, you feel so good," Brian growled, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Squeeze around me, baby. Show Daddy how much you enjoy it."
A whimper escaped my lips as I obediently clenched around his fingers, my body quivering with mounting pleasure. My thighs instinctively clenched around Brian's wrist, attempting to hold on to the overwhelming sensations that threatened to consume me.
"Relax those pretty thighs, darling," Brian commanded, his voice dripping with authority. "I want you completely open for me. I want to see every tremor of pleasure."
I fought against the instinct to resist, forcing my thighs to loosen their grip, granting him unrestricted access to my pleasure. Waves of numbing ecstasy washed over me, rendering me breathless and lost in a state of euphoria.
I could hear the wet sounds of his fingers moving inside me, the slick friction only adding to the intensity of the moment. Each deliberate stroke pushed me closer to the edge, my body teetering on the precipice of release.
Brian's husky voice filled the air. "Cum for me, baby. Let yourself go."
The words echoed in my ears, igniting a surge of desire and surrender within me. The coil of tension within me tightened to its breaking point, until finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. My entire being convulsed with pleasure as a powerful climax consumed me, leaving me breathless and trembling in the wake of the intensity.
Brian forcefully withdrew his fingers from my throbbing core, causing me to gasp in both pleasure and loss. He didn't waste a second before shoving those glistening digits into my mouth, filling me up and silencing any protest with his dominance.
I moaned around his fingers, my eyes watering with a mix of desire and submission. The taste of my own arousal mingled with the salty tang of his skin, creating a sinful concoction that fuelled my insatiable hunger.
"Open wide, my obedient little slut," Brian growled. "Taste yourself. Show me how much you crave me."
I obediently parted my lips wider, taking my fingers deeper, feeling them brush against the back of my throat. The overwhelming sensations threatened me, my senses heightened by the knowledge that I was at his mercy.
I clung desperately to his wrist, my nails digging into his flesh, seeking an anchor in the midst of this dizzying pleasure. The taste, the submission, the raw power he exerted over me, it all blended into an intoxicating cocktail that pushed me further into the depths of desire.
Brian's eyes bore into mine, their intensity burning like a searing flame. He relished in the sight of my vulnerability, the surrender etched across my face. I could see the hunger in his gaze, the hunger to possess me completely, to claim me as his own.
As my body trembled with the aftershocks of my release, Brian's grip on me tightened, his dominance unwavering. He knew we were far from done, that the fire between us still raged, demanding to me stoked.
"You're mine tonight, and I'm not done with you," Brian growled, his voice laced with a primal hunger. "You belong to me, body and soul." He took his fingers from my mouth, moving some hair out my sweat-sheened face. "I need to be inside you, pretty thing," he breathed, kissing me sloppily before pulling himself up onto his knees. "Hands and knees," he once again did that thing with his finger, spinning it in a silent command that I acquiesced to without question. I weakly held myself up in an all-fours position, Brian stalking behind me.
Unable to see him, I could only imagine his gaze raking over my exposed form, his hunger growing with each passing moment. A low, primal grunt escaped his lips, a telltale sign of the torturous pleasure he was inflicting upon himself, stroking his hand along his length, relishing in the decadent excitement.
The air crackled with tension as he closed the distance, the bed shaking with his movements. I could sense his presence behind me, his heated breath caressing the nape of my neck as he leaned over me. The promise of his possession hung in the air, electrifying and intoxicating.
"You're so eager, my little temptress," he growled in a seductive rumble against my ear. "You've been aching for me, haven't you? Since you knew how to... They all ache for me like this, but you're so lucky to have me behind you, about to stretch all of you out with my cock."
My body trembled in response, craving the euphoria only he could provide. "Are you on the pill?" I promptly nodded back at him, just needing him to be inside of me already.
And then, without warning, I felt the tantalising pressure of his length at my entrance. He teased me, brushing against my slick folds, denying me the fullness I craved. It was a torment that pushed me to the edge of madness, but I knew it was all part of his exquisite control.
"Please, Daddy... I need to feel you," I practically cried out, my hips wiggling a little.
The moment stretched out, time suspended in a haze of desire. And then, in one swift, powerful thrust, he claimed me as his own. Pleasure and pain collided within me, a symphony of sensations that left me gasping for breath. The world dissolved into a symphony of moans and carnal pleasure as we became entwined for the first time.
"Jesus Christ..." he exhaled. "You surpass every fantasy, darling," he praised, his hands firmly gripping my hips, guiding me backwards to meet his initial thrust. "Does it hurt, love?"
A strained whimper escaped my lips as I lowered my head, my senses overwhelmed by the intense sensation of his cock filling me, stretching me with its commanding presence. "Just a bit..." I confessed, my words barely audible in a whisper. "But... I-I like it."
"Of course you do," he chuckled darkly, savouring the power he held over me. He withdrew, creating a fleeting void within me, only to reclaim it with a forceful thrust that elicited a gasp of pleasure. His movements grew rougher, a deliberate test to gauge my response. "You're such a dirty, naughty little girl, aren't you?"
He continued with a relentless rhythm, each thrust penetrating deeper, igniting a primal fire within me. My body quivered under his command, surrendering to the pleasure he bestowed upon me. The room filled with the sounds of our joining, a symphony of moans and the wet, rhythmic slapping of our bodies colliding.
Brian's grip on my hips tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh, marking me as his. With each forceful thrust, I could feel his power and dominance asserting itself, claiming me completely. I was his vessel, a conduit for his pleasure and my own.
"You were made for this, my sweet." He placed a hand between my shoulder blades and pushed me down, causing me to collapse onto my upper body, my back arching deliciously, and making Brian's thrusts hit me deeper than ever, which made me practically scream out in ecstasy. "There you go... I was waiting for you to scream for me," he breathed through a smug grin. "Now, lets see if I can get you to cum like this, then..."
With an insatiable hunger, Brian embarked on a relentless rampage of lust, thrusting into me with an unbridled force that left me breathless. The sound of our bodies colliding echoed through the room, mingling with the symphony of my moans and the lewd expletives that escaped my lips.
My senses were overwhelmed as pleasure surged through every fibre of my being. I surrendered completely to the symphony of sensations, losing myself in the wild rhythm of Brian's hips. As the pleasure built within me, I could feel the familiar stirrings of my second release. The excitement swelled, my breathing grew heavy and shallow, and I instinctively laid my head to the side on the cool pillows. My entire body moved and jolted forward with every powerful thrust that Brian delivered. I clung to the sheets, my fingers gripping them tightly.
"Yes, yes... Fuck, right there, Daddy," I moaned, my mouth hanging open as he hit every right spot within me. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum again, Daddy, please—“
"That's right, baby, let me feel you cum on my cock," he encouraged with a breathless exalt. He sent a sharp slap to the side of my arse, which edged me even closure. "Come on," he coaxed me, railing into me with a more viscous vigour, his hands pulling me against him with each thrust.
With each passing moment, the intensity escalated, pushing me closer to the edge of another mind-shattering climax. Brian's expertise and unrelenting passion drove me closer and closer, his actions meticulously calculated to elicit the most profound response from my quivering body.
The world around us faded into insignificance as I teetered on the brink. I was lost in a whirlwind of sensation, my mind consumed by pleasure, and all that mattered was the overwhelming connection between us.
And then it happened. The dam within me burst, unleashing a torrent of ecstasy that washed over me like a tidal wave. I cried out, my voice a symphony of raw desire and fulfilment. My body convulsed in rapture, every nerve ending ignited in a frenzy of pleasure.
Brian's thrusts continued, prolonging the ecstasy, each movement pushing me further into the depths of euphoria.
However, he didn't allow me a moment to catch my breath. With an almost frantic urgency, Brian swiftly positioned himself beneath me, his face now nestled between my legs. His hands gripped onto me, pulling me upwards until I was straddling his face, fully exposed to his hungry mouth. His lips claimed me once more, his skilled tongue lapping at my folds, delving deep into my entrance.
I couldn't help but run my fingers through my hair, my head falling back as the overwhelming stimulation consumed me. Brian was relentless in his pursuit of my pleasure, determined to extract another orgasm from my quivering body. He disregarded the fact that I hadn't fully recovered from the last climax, his singular focus on pushing me to new heights of ecstasy.
There was no room for hesitations or reservations. It was a raw and primal exchange, a symphony of desire and surrender. Brian's hunger for my pleasure was insatiable, his actions an unspoken command for me to abandon myself completely to the sensations coursing through me.
As I shifted my hips, I felt the firm contour of his nose glide teasingly over my sensitive clit. A surge of pleasure shot through me, and I seized the opportunity to use it to my advantage. Brian recognised my intentions and eagerly encouraged my movements. His hands gripped my backside, guiding me to grind against his face, his nose and tongue working in perfect harmony to ignite the most exquisite sensations within me.
Every glide and stroke over my swollen and aroused nub sent waves of pleasure crashing through me. I surrendered to the primal rhythm, my hips undulating in sync with Brian's skilful ministrations. His tongue ventured deeper, exploring the depths of my core with a fervour that matched my own mounting desire.
The air was thick with the heady scent of arousal, mingling with the sounds of our shared passion. Moans and gasps filled the room, a testament to the intensity of the connection we shared. In this moment, there was no room for pretence or inhibition. It was an unadulterated celebration of pleasure.
Time lost all meaning as the sensations intensified. I was on the precipice once more, teetering on the edge of an impending release. The world narrowed down to the overwhelming pleasure radiating from my core, the delicious torment building within me.
"O-Oh, shit... Br—Daddy," I mewled, looking down and seeing Brian's eyes glaring up at me, with a knowing look. He growled against me, now moving his head against me to intensify the feeling of his nose against my clit. And just like that, another climax ripped through me like a stampede of hormones. But he didn't stop, like I thought he might have. He flipped us over, so that I was now laid with my head on the pillows, looking up at the ceiling with his head still firmly shoved between my legs.
"Oh, God..." I weakly stuttered, the pain from the sensitivity unfolding into another type of pleasure altogether. The baby hairs on my head clung to my forehead, my skin flushed light pink and starting to glimmer ever so slightly with a light sheen of sweat.
Brian grunted with determination, continuing his movements on me, his fingers slipping inside me and continuing with a heavy ministration. The free hand that wasn't holding me firmly in place, yanking me even closer to him, now travelled up to my chest, using every ounce of his strength to pull down my bra, not bothering with unhooking it beforehand. He seemed to hold onto it for leverage. My whines and moans were totally unfiltered by this point, but I didn't give a single fuck.
The small glance I made down at him showed his head moving along with the motions of his tongue, completely in a world of his own as he went down on me. It made me feel better knowing he enjoyed it seemingly as much as I did.
My thighs were starting to shake uncontrollably as well as the rest of my legs, the combination of the sensitivity and the brief visual I just got of him was edging me closer and closer to another release. Already.
"Holy fuck, Daddy, I'm gonna cum again..." I groaned out one of my arms laying out on the bed beside me. My eyes shut as I revelled in this feeling. Most of my body went completely numb, but I was able to feel my forbidden, scandalous, older lover's free hand slide into mine, intertwining our fingers together. It was such a small, subtle action, but it made my heart flutter and my core clench deliciously. I squeezed onto his hand, my nails digging into the back of his as I started to grind my hips against his face.
I didn't even anticipate my second release; it happened so fast and sudden.
My voice broke and cracked as I whined out, this climax much more intense than the last one. My back was not the only part of my body that arched off the bed this time; this time, my hips rose off the bed, seemingly having a mind of their own as Brian stayed attached to me. He let me ride out the cluster of orgasms he'd just given me before eventually lifting his head up from between my legs. I was still recovering, my head buzzing and my body still tingling. I didn't even realise that Brian was crawling up and over me, watching me try to recover from that mind-altering experience.
He granted me a brief respite, allowing me to descend from the dizzying heights of pleasure. But just as I began to regain a semblance of control, he swiftly reclaimed it, his grip tightening around the back of my neck. With a commanding tone, he ordered, "Open up, love..."
My body trembled with a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability as I obediently parted my lips, ready to receive his intimate offering. Brian provocatively gathered saliva in his mouth, savouring the lewd act before releasing a single droplet into my waiting mouth. The taste of him mingled with my own essence, an intoxicating blend that sent shivers down my spine
"Do you have any idea how amazing you taste, sweetheart?" he purred, his voice laced with a breathless whine. The audaciousness of the act ignited a forbidden desire within me, a thrill that I had never experienced before. In this moment, with Brian, I revelled in the taboo nature of our encounter, embracing the depths of my desires without reservation.
His unyielding gaze never faltered, and as his hand descended to his throbbing shaft, a wicket smile played upon his lips. He dragged his slick length over my sensitive core, causing me to tremble with the onslaught of pleasure. The delicate touch against my clit sent electric shocks surging through my body, amplifying the intensity of the moment.
Without delay, Brian pressed forward, his cock sliding effortlessly into my eager depths. A guttural moan escaped my lips, merging with his deep growl of satisfaction. "One more, my perfect little thing," he whispered, his voice thick with desire and dominance. He increased the tempo of his thrusts, each one driving us closer to the edge of oblivion. Our bodies collided with a symphony of flesh, a crescendo of passion that echoed through the room, fuelling his insatiable hunger for release.
I locked eyes with him, our gazes merging in a dance of primal desire. His sculpted form glistened with a sheen of perspiration, his dishevelled hair framing his face in a wild halo, and his jaw clenched with unrelenting determination. He embodied raw masculinity, and untamed force that overwhelmed my senses.
As our bodies moved in perfect synchrony, the tension grew with each passing second. The room became a sanctuary of pleasure, filled with the cacophony of our moans and the intoxicating scent of our arousal. Every thrust brought us closer to the precipice, our shared climax shimmering on the horizon, a tantalising promise that held us captive.
"Oh God, Brian," I gasped, losing the pet name, the closer I got to what would be an other-worldly release.
He met my subtle plea with a wicked grin, his thrusts growing more forceful, driving us to the brink. "Hold on tight, darling," he rasped, his voice dripping with carnal hunger.
With each primal thrust, the crescendo rose, pleasure and ecstasy threatening to consume us. I clung to him, my nails digging into his flesh.
"Cum for me, one last time, baby, I know you can do it for Daddy," he reaffirmed one last time. And in the final crescendo, time stood still. Our bodies moved as one, a frenzy of need and desire. The air crackled with electricity, the room filled with the sound of our moans mingling, our rhythm reaching a fevered pitch.
And then, with a primal roar, we shattered. A surge of ecstasy coursed through me, radiating from the depths of my core to every sinch of my being. It was an earth-shattering climax, an explosion of pleasure that consumed us both, obliterating any thought or sense of self.
As waves washed over us, our bodies convulsed in tandem, locked in a euphoric embrace. My mouth hung open, and broken cries fell from it, as I experienced the most intense, harsh orgasm of my life.
"Fuuuck!" Brian's animalistic growl rang in the air, as he stilled inside me, shooting his thick load deep within me. Brian May's release. Inside of me. He clung to me, dropping his head down to bury his face in my neck as he slowed his thrusts. He let out whimpers of his come down, his arms wrapped tightly around me.
As our laboured breaths mingled in the air, a moment of surprise interrupted the post-coital haze. Sensing a different sensation, I glanced down, my tired eyes widening in disbelief. A pool of wetness glistened beneath me, evidence of an uncharted territory of pleasure.
"Oh, God..." I gasped, my face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and astonishment. I instinctively covered my face, overwhelmed by the unexpected release. Brian, still catching his breath, followed my gaze, his expression shifting from confusion to a knowing smile.
Chuckling softly, he gently removed my hands from my blushing face, his eyes filled with a mixture of admiration and amusement. With tender reassurance, he pressed a loving peck on my nose before capturing my lips in a lingering kiss.
"Darling," he murmured, his voice laced with affectionate amusement. "You've been with the wrong people if they've never made you squirt before."
With a smug smirk at his accomplishment, he swiftly stood up from the bed, momentarily disappearing into the bathroom and then returning a short while after with a small face cloth. He kneeled in front of me, placing one hand on my knee and gently guiding it to the side so he could have access to me. He was clearly experienced in this, and it made me blush as he cleaned me up; he did it as slow as ever, his eyes feasting upon my worn-out state. After all, he had just given me five mind-altering orgasms. Just as promised.
"There we go," he sighed, throwing the cloth to the side and leaning down above me. "All perfect," he gave me another heated kiss, his tongue rolling into my mouth sensually, making my eyes flutter shut. He broke the kiss and smirked down at me. "Happy you didn't get on the Euro?"
"Definitely," I breathed out with an airy laugh. "I have to say, I wasn't expecting this to happen today..." I bit my lip, for some reason finding it difficult to look him in the eyes.
"I'll be honest, I didn't either," he chuckled, moving beside me and pulling me into his side.
The only thing now was figuring out how to leave. Surely, there'd have to be that conversation. And surely, he didn't want me staying there. After all, he was a renowned rock star, in a committed relationship with someone much closer to his own age, on a press tour, eyes on him 24/7.
"What's going on up there, love?" He propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at me. "I'm not throwing you out, if that's what you're wondering."
I looked at him, shocked. "Really?"
He laughed down at me smoothly, admiring my innocent state. "Of course not. Why would I get rid of something so perfect?" He purred down at me. My perplexity stayed, but I lacked the energy to question him further.
"We'll talk in the morning, sweet thing," he stroked over my hair. "Now, I think we should sleep."
Like a train conductor, he commanded our every act, and we did exactly that. Sleeping next to Brian May in a luxury hotel in Germany, after being pummelled into the mattress of his king-size bed, was so much better of an alternative to staying in a three-star hotel with colleagues that would reprimand me non-stop for my slip up at the studio. I hadn't even received a call from Candice to check up on me, or ask where I was, since I did disappear without notifying anybody.
I must have overslept, since by the time morning rolled around, the bed felt ominously cold and void of any other human presence. I fluttered my eyes open, stretching my arm out instinctively to find that Brian was no longer beside me. But as I came round, I noticed a piece of paper sat delicately on the bedside table. I tiredly sat up, crawling over to it and picking it up, letting my eyes gaze over the pristine cursive that adorned its surface.
Y/N,
Last night was incredible, and I found myself sat awake in the early hours of this morning, whilst you slept beside me. You looked so perfect and at ease. Anyway, I had to run out and get some stuff done this morning, but don't worry, my perfect Y/N, you stay right where you are, and I shall be back before midday. In the meantime, order room service, take a shower, do whatever you need to do. And maybe call that old sow from the studio and tell her you quit. I needed a new PR person, anyway. And you? You're perfect for me.
See you later, sweet girl.
Bri x
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