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throneofsapphics · 10 months

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take her back

Rowaelin x f!Reader

Summary: "She smirked as she saw the look in Aelin's eyes, and winked before turning back around, placing a hand on her friend's shoulder and tugging her into a slightly-too-close dance."

Word Count: ~3.2k

Warnings: jealousy, light bondage, blindfolding, oral, edging, aelin and rowan are mean, somnophilia, slightly dark, light d/s

A/N: adding this to the list of reasons why I'm going to hell, this is literally just smut, minors dni please!

It had been all damn day, and she’d exchanged a few sentences with them. Good morning. I love you. I’ll see you later darling. Want to go out tonight? Only to go out - and be almost completely ignored. Yes, she completely understands their friends are there, but still … a little attention would be nice. They’ve all had a busy week.

“I swear they’ve been ignoring me,” she grumbled, speaking to her friend.

“I doubt that.” She replied, with a wary expression, but she did glance across the room to see her two mates - deep in conversation. “But,” a mischievous gleam filled her eyes as she looked back to y/n. “There’s always something you can do to get their attention.”

“And what would that be?” Her head tilted, lips curving up into a half smile, already knowing what she was implying. Her friend didn’t say anything, but grasped her hand - tugging her out towards the dance floor and into the crowd of sweaty bodies.

She knows she'll end up regretting this, but the temptation is too great to resist.

Aelin had turned around for a few minutes, taking her eyes off y/n, and the female had disappeared. Her eyes scanned the room, before catching a glimpse of the golden dress she’d worn. Short, thin, and nearly strapless. Absolutely gorgeous, and she loved it.

Dancing - with her friend. She smiled, before noticing just how close they were, both laughing and grinning. Y/n must’ve felt her eyes on her, because she glanced over her shoulder. She smirked as she saw the look in Aelin's eyes, and winked before turning back around, placing a hand on her friend's shoulder and tugging her into a slightly-too-close dance.

Aelin knows she’s doing it on purpose, and it still incensed her. Rowan’s hand gripping on her shoulder was the only thing keeping her from storming over there and dragging y/n to the nearest hidden spot.

What is it? He spoke into her mind.

Look.

She turned over her shoulder to watch his expression, as he figured out what she was doing. His nostrils flared, the only sign something might be off.

Take her back.

Aelin grinned.

Normally she would tease her, take her time caressing every inch of her body, fingers ghosting over her ribs, teeth nipping at her inner thighs, touching everywhere except where she wants the most. But this time, everything moves fast. Her front slammed up against the wall, the cold wood rubbing harshly against her nipples, through the thin dress.

She pushes her hands above her, pinning them with one of hers. The other hand squeezes her hip, hard enough fingertip bruises will show the next day.

Too quickly, the pressure of her body is gone - but y/n doesn’t dare move. Before she can think too much about it, she’s flipped back around, her dress torn as rough hands split it in half - leaving her completely bare. She whimpers as nails drag down her chest, right through the valley of her breasts.

“No underwear?” She tuts, “A little whore, aren’t you?”

Y/n shakes her head, but gasps as a hand slaps against her pussy, before two fingers run up her core, gathering her arousal.

“This says differently.” Her fingers rub against each other, Aelin’s eyes transfixed on the slick of her arousal before she takes both fingers in her mouth, eyes switching over to y/n’s.

Her lips part, breath catching. “It’s just for you, only you.”

“So you weren’t flirting your way across the room earlier?”

“No, I wasn’t, I promise” she pleads.

Aelin’s fingers twine in the back of her head, pulling her head back. Canine’s nip harshly at her ear. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I wasn’t.” She says sharply, vaguely offended. She can feel the smile, as her Aelin’s face is pressed into her neck. She lets out a whimper as teeth scrape her pulse point, before deciding she’s had enough, and grabbing the back of Aelin’s head, capturing her lips in a rough and brutal kiss.

Her hand roughly grabbed one breast, pinching her nipples between her fingers, through the fabric. Y/n’s small attempt at control didn’t last long, one hand shoves her chest, her back hitting the wall hard enough to knock the breath out of her.

Y/n’s leg was thrown over her hip, the dress shoved up around her waist. She keened, trying to get closer - to get some sort of friction to release the pressure quickly building between her legs. Instead she earns a sharp slap to her pussy, drawing a whimper out of her.

Aelin just let out a small chuckle of amusement. “Look at you, trying so hard.” That stung, and She tries to shove Aelin away, but her body presses her back against the wall, arms caging her in.

Goosebumps ran down her arms as one finger tilted her chin up. She froze in place, seeing the dangerous mixture of lust and anger building in Aelin’s eyes.

She makes an impulsive decision, and drops to her knees, ignoring the slight pain from the hard floor digging into her bare skin. She looked up at Aelin, through her lashes, before running her hands up the side of her thighs, her skin soft and smooth underneath her hands.

“On your knees already?” She grinned, before hiking her dress up over her own waist, one leg hooking around y/n’s shoulder to pull her closer, while the other gripped the back of her head, yanking so her neck was exposed. “I forgot how pretty you are on your knees for me, my little slut.” She cooed.

She breathed in her scent, and immediately noticed Aelin wasn’t wearing any underwear, and her lips curved into a smirk, leaning forward to lick one long stripe through her folds before sucking on her clit. The female moaned, her other hand supporting herself on the wall as she rolled her hips.

Y/n tilted her head back, “not so tough now, are you?” She teased.

Aelin snarled, giving a tug to the back of her head, before pushing her face in again, grinding her hips against her mouth. Y/n moaned, knowing that she would love the vibrations sent through her. She flicked her tongue against her clit, one hand caressing the skin of her inner thigh. She slowly built speed and pressure, waiting for the moment when Aelin would break.

It didn’t take long, “stick your tongue out.” She ordered, giving a sharp tug to her hair.

Y/n whimpered but listened and let her grind against her. “So good,” she moaned, “letting me use you, my own little whore.” Her hips rolled and she watched with wide eyes as Aelin’s eyes closed, her lips parted slightly and beautiful almost obnoxiously loud moans reverberated through the room.

Y/n whimpered at the sight, and Aelin’s eyes shot open. Her leg tightened around her, pulling her closer until her thighs squeezed around her head. She tested dragging her nails down the back of Aelin’s thighs, and was rewarded with a sharp jerk of the other female’s hips, and her breath catching, she dug her nails in harder, leaving long red scratches behind. Quickly, she picked her rhythm and speed back up again, her hand holding y/n’s head firmly in place as she approached her orgasm.

“That mouth of yours,” she breathed. “Gods you were made for me.”

Tears lined y/n’s eyes at the tight grip, but she forced her eyes to stay open, to witness the pleasure on her beautiful face.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Aelin cursed, as she pushed her face in deeper, her nose brushing against her clit. “Darling, you feel so damn good.”

Y/n was distracted by the taste of her, sweet and intoxicating. Like a web, drawing her in to trap her there. She’d decided she needs to get on her knees for Aelin more. She barely resisted the urge to slip two fingers of her own through her thighs, to find some release, but Aelin calling her name threw all of that out of the window.

She felt her body tense, the subtle shift in her scent as the female finished, Y/n’s name on her lips. Aelin breathed heavily above her, before lowering down to meet her. Their lips met, moving against each other in a soft, sweet way as Aelin tasted herself on y/n’s lips.

“I missed all of the fun, didn’t I?” Rowan asked, moments after Aelin had pulled away from her. Y/n watched as he stalked towards them, gently tugging Aelin back to her feet so she could lean against him. She did, melting back into his body, but y/n stayed on her knees, still catching her own breath.

“Not all of it.” Aelin cocked her head. “She’s still been quite the brat.”

“And you rewarded her?” He raised an eyebrow, eyeing the slick arousal on her face. Y/n stared up at him with an innocent smile. He rolled his eyes before turning back to Aelin. His thumb dragged across her chin, gathering whatever was left before slowly licking it off his finger. Rowan’s eyes never left Aelin’s and y/n felt her core begin to throb again.

“She got on her knees so easily. What was I supposed to do?” Aelin pouted, and he flicked her nose before looking back to y/n with narrowed eyes.

Her throat bobbed, recognizing exactly what that look meant.

“If she’s already on her knees,” Aelin eyed her too. They both looked like predators, watching her every move and reaction. She placed one hand on the wall behind her, pushing herself up, but she couldn’t get far before Aelin’s hand pushed back down on her shoulder, roughly, shoving her back to the floor. Y/n fought a wince as her knees impacted, already feeling the bruise that would appear tomorrow. They noticed, but didn’t seem to care - probably delighting in it. She could hear their words already now everyone will know exactly who you get on your knees for. The thought of hearing those words tomorrow nearly had her whimpering.

Her nipples pebbled as an icy breeze hit them, and her chest arched into the invisible touch. Rowan stood in front of her, his hand gripping her hair much gentler than Aelin had, and her hands rose to shakily undo his laces, but he swatted them away before releasing his grip on her hair. “Stay,” he warned her, and she didn’t dare move. She vaguely caught Aelin moving towards her, but didn’t have time to react before a blindfold slipped over her eyes - tied in a tight knot behind her head. On instinct, her hands reached up to grab it - to shift it, but those were swatted away too. Her dress was ripped off the rest of the way as soft silk wound around her wrists, tying her hands together neatly behind her back. Every brush of Aelin’s calloused hands against her seemed to set her body on fire and she fidgeted, hands pulling against the restraints to test them. Tight enough it would be difficult, but not completely impossible to get out of them. A way out, if she wanted it. And, she’s well aware they did that on purpose.

Her core throbbed again, seeping with arousal, and if she shifted just slightly, she’d be able to slide onto her lower calf, and get some kind of relief.

“Whatever you’re thinking, don’t do it.” Rowan emphasized, his voice a warning. But she took it as a challenge. One she’s certain she’ll regret.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Y/n said in her most innocent tone, and did it anyway. They could see her every move, her body completely bare.

“Get up.” Rowan ordered. She didn’t move. “Don’t make me say it again. You’re already going to be sobbing by the end of the night. That had her moving and she rose on shaky legs, carefully trying to maintain her balance. It was more difficult than she thought it would be. “Come.” He ordered, and she took a few steps forward only to be shoved back down again, this time the impact even harsher as involuntarily whimpered.

“Not so tough now, are you?” Aelin mocked, repeating her words from earlier. Y/n knew better than to respond, and kept her mouth shut. “Nothing to say?” She felt the air shift as one of them circled her. “You and your friend seemed to have plenty to talk about.”

Her friend's idea worked then. Maybe a bit too well considering the predicament she’s in.

“I believe,” Rowan drawled, “she asked you a question.” She hesitated a few seconds, trying to decide the best answer. “Y/n,” her name was a harsh warning. Maybe the last one she’d get. The drinks from earlier must’ve made her especially stupid tonight.

“Doesn’t mean I have to answer.” She regretted the words as soon as they left her lips. A rough hand yanked her hair back, baring her throat. Rowan’s. He crouched next to her, his other hand gripping her throat. The blindfold was ripped down, gathering around her neck.

“You’re going to regret that.” He growled, lips grazing over her ear. His hand squeezed two fingers pressing against each side of her neck, enough to cut her air off without damaging her throat, before releasing. She gasped, trying to force air back into her lungs. As soon as she’d recovered, his hand yanked her up to rise on her knees, and the tip of his cock pushed against her lips. She opened, and he slammed into her. He ignored her gags, and pushed until his entire length was inside her, his hands tilting her head to the perfect position to take him.

Y/n breathed through her nose, and ran her tongue on her underside, moaning around him. With a slight growl he started fucking her throat, his hand pushing the back of her head as he slammed into her.

Gods it was almost too much, almost too much for her to take. “She fucking loves being used by us, doesn’t she?” Aelin’s eyes met hers as she moaned around him again, drawing a groan from him as he tilted his head back, to hte perfect position to take him. He ignored her gags, and pushed until his entire length was inside her, his hands tilting her head Aelin pressed up on her feet to scrape her teeth against his neckas he slammed into her.

Just as she was approaching her limit, Aelin’s canines sunk into him and he spilled down her throat, pulling out. She coughed on instinct, but a hand clamped her jaw shut, keeping anything from spilling out.

“Swallow.” He pinched her nose and y/n listened without questioning this time, her throat bobbing as she swallowed every last drop. Her breaths were shaky as he released her. Her eyes stayed shut as the blindfold went back on, obscuring her vision completely.

Then, the door clicked shut. She could sense she was alone in the room. Used and left. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes before sliding down her face. Still, she didn’t move, and didn't want to risk angering them any further. Maybe she’d gone a tad too far? Aelin moaned loudly in the other room, right past the thin walls. Normally Rowan would keep a shield up but … not now.

Y/n had no idea how long had passed before she heard the door open again, and was hauled to her feet, thrown over Rowan’s shoulder before tossed inelegantly on the bed. She scrambled to find balance, to try and sit, but pins and needles spread through her legs as her calves cramped. Gentle hands steadied her, before taking the blindfold off, running fingers through her hair.

She squeezed her eyes shut at the light. Not too bright, but compared to the complete darkness it was blinding.

Her entire body heated with anticipation. She met Aelin’s eyes first - the turquoise eyes lined with gold, her face flushed with arousal, Rowan’s and her scents mixed all over her, his seed painting her chest.

Aelin tracked where her eyes went. “Be a good girl and clean me up.” She purred, and pulled y/n towards her. Her touch was softer this time, gentler, as if she could sense the female was approaching her limits. She ran soothing strokes down her back as y/n hesitantly licked, cleaning every bit left, as Rowan slipped behind her, undoing the silky ribbon tying her hands.

Her teeth tugged at one of Aelin’s nipples, enjoying the way her eyes lit up. “Still haven’t had enough?”

Aelin loved the soft smile that crept on y/n’s face. She could always tell when she was reaching a more vulnerable state, and loved running soft strokes and gentle touches down her back.

She’s still not finishing tonight. Rowan spoke into her mind, and she glared at him, leaning back against the pillows to tug y/n into her chest.

She’s earned it. Aelin countered.

You’re too soft. He teased her, but she could hear the finality in his tone. Unless she somehow managed to sneak around him - which was impossible - y/n wouldn’t orgasm tonight.

In the morning.

His eyes rolled and she’d won. Speaking of y/n, her breaths were already steadying out and she nestled further into her, one hand draping over Aelin’s stomach. She smiled down at her, running comforting strokes down her spine. After she was certain she was sound asleep, she slipped off to clean herself, bringing back a slightly wet rag to clean up the arousal still sticking to the inside of y/n’s thighs. Gods, she wanted to do it with her tongue, but that would be too tempting.

Y/n’s stomach coiled, half-asleep, feeling gentle wet strokes against her core. Gods, it felt too realistic to be a wet dream, but how would it … her eyes shot open to see Aelin between her legs, a satisfied grin on her face as her hands held her thighs in place.

Her head threw back in a moan, quickly approaching an orgasm in her sleepy state. This was the best way to be woken up, she decided. One finger slipped inside her, curling to hit that spot.

Her walls tightened around her, her back arching as soft moans left her lips - only to be captured by Rowan, his hand cupping her face and thumb running comforting strokes up and down her cheeks. He left hot, wet kisses down her jaw, neck, to the hollow of her collarbone before scraping his canines over it. Just as she approached the edge, his teeth clamped down into her neck and she screamed in ecstasy, tumbling over as her entire body shuddered and her back arched. Pleasure washes over her entire body, intense but soft and sweet almost like gentle flames licking at her skin.

Y/n was left reeling, breathing heavily as sweat already glistened on her body. “If it was up to me, I would’ve left you on edge for the rest of the weekend.” Rowan said mildly. “At least.”

She whimpered, thanking whatever Gods might be left for Aelin.

“Look at you,” Aelin cooed as she crawled up towards then, “all fucked out and it’s barely past dawn.” She let out a content sigh as Aelin’s soft lips pressed against her. Kissing her once, twice, three times before Rowan flipped her around, pulling her into his chest.

Aelin’s noise of protest hit her ears. “You had her all night.” Rowan growled. She tried to lift her head to see them, but he held her firmly against him. Y/n melted against him, throwing an arm over his waist. Maybe it was a mistake because she felt the immense satisfaction rolling off him, but she was still too sleepy and blissed out to care.

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