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Beskar and Pearls

Summary: Wearing the luxurious gift the Mandalorian gave you while accompanying him on a business trip turns out to be a pleasurable torture.

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: no plot - just smut, 18+ MDNI, teasing in public, Dom!Din, sub!reader, possessive!Din, lots of dirty talk, Din being a sexy arrogant asshole, glove kink, masculinity kink, humiliation kink, hair pulling, unprotected rough sex, mentions of exhibitionism kink, multiple orgasms, multiple creampies (wtf is a refractory period), a hint of overstimulation

A/N: the most coherent thoughts I have while ovulating. I have no excuse. This is FILTHYYYY I hope you enjoy it! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated!! Also a big thank you to @thefrogdalorian for making sure it's written in decent English and to @saradika-graphics for the perfect divider 💕

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The Mandalorian has just landed his ship on Nevarro after spending an entire month catching quarries in the outer rim. He has been away most of the time, but he made sure he'd make up for it every time he came back, too proud and stubborn to admit with words that he missed you, but demonstrating it by spoiling you with luxurious gifts and his body.

You look at him in reverential adoration as he dresses in his armour – a blend of his Mandalorian heritage and the many trophies he acquired from his victims, dark red in colour and dented after many close encounters with death.

He's just finished strapping weapons everywhere on his marvellous body when he addresses you.

“Hey. Got this for you. Wear it. We’re going to the market, I have some business to attend to,” Mando says as he hands you a small drawstring pouch he was hiding in his utility belt.

You immediately open it and its content leaves you speechless. It’s the sexiest piece of underwear you’ve ever seen – an expensive-looking black lace thong with just a string of pearls meant to go between your pussy lips.

If he wants you to wear it while in Nevarro, a lawless planet full of dangerous bounty hunters, you will wear it under the shortest skirt you have. The mere thought of his eyes glued to your ass, hoping to get a glimpse of it while being vigilant of other men at the same time, makes your head spin. You let out an aroused sigh and look at him, impassive as always behind the dark visor.

“That should keep you busy,” Mando chuckles and tilts his helmet.

You immediately wear it along with that short, flowy dress that also happens to be his favourite one on you.

“Let me see it,” he says as his hands grab you by the waist. He brings you closer to him and immediately lifts your skirt. He kneels before you and lets out a satisfied hum when he sees the tempting way the pearls disappear into your slit. The Mandalorian lingers there, dark visor trained on that heavenly view as his gloved hands caress your thighs. The sharp contrast between the coarse leather and your delicate, soft skin gives you a thrill of pleasure. You guess – you hope – the trip won’t take long.

His chestplate rises and falls as he struggles to catch his breath and maintain his composure at the sight of your perfect cunt dressed in pearls. It’s incredible to see how something so dainty could turn out to be so perverse and sinful.

“Come on. Let’s go now,” he says as he stands up. Now at his full height, his imposing figure resumes towering over yours. You admire him in awe, taking in the broadness of his body and the way his armour magnificently highlights it.

He offers you his hand to descend the ramp and as soon as you start walking, you understand why he said that it would keep you busy. With every step that you take, the pearls pleasurably rub against your clit. You can feel yourself getting wet already. There's an aroused expression on your face that Mando does not miss.

"Are you enjoying it?" he asks teasingly.

"Yes," you answer and bite your lip.

"Good,” you can hear how pleased he is seeing you like that after you’ve barely taken a few steps out of the ship. You know the thought of you being so aroused in public while having to control yourself is making him hard. You decide to play his game, see where this leads.

Mando is walking right behind you, strutting proudly as he stalks you like a hunter follows its prey. You feel his gaze trained on your butt, so you accentuate the swaying of your hips to get more friction from the pearls and to seduce him even further, hoping to get a reaction from him.

"Shake your ass as much as you want, you're not getting anything until I'm done here. You're only getting this scum to see how pretty you are. I like it," he slaps your ass and chuckles. You bite your lip to muffle a whimper.

"See the way they're looking at you? If they dare even think of touching you, their dead body will touch the ground before they lay one finger on you," he whispers in your ear as he grabs your hand and positions it over his blaster.

"You are mine," he growls in your ear as he wraps his other hand around your waist. He pulls you close, until the flustered, naked skin of your back touches his cold beskar chest plate. A thrill of excitement traverses your whole body and goes straight between your legs.

No one would be so stupid to touch you, not when a Mandalorian is claiming you as his, not when you can feel his erection against your ass. The whole thing is making you light-headed with arousal, so much that you start to shamelessly rub your ass against his cock. His hand tightens its grasp around your waist as your head rolls back to rest on his shoulder. You sigh in his neck and his hand trails up and wraps around your throat.

"Behave now," the Mandalorian growls as you feel his fingers tightening their grasp, trying to restrain himself from giving into lust already.

“I want you,” you whisper in his neck.

“I know,” he replies confidently before releasing you. What an arrogant motherfucker. You want to make him so hard he’ll want to bring you back to the ship and fuck your brains out, putting his desire for you before his stupid pride and his business. You want him to surrender to his carnal instinct.

The more steps you take, the more desperate you become for relief from this agonising, yet pleasurable torture. The pearls are stimulating your clit mercilessly, without ever getting you close to an orgasm. Your cunt spasms and clenches and what's worse is that he knows. Mando has spent so long quietly studying his bounties that he can tell by the irregular way you're breathing that you're struggling with the sensation. You bet he's enjoying every second of it, smirking under the helmet.

Just before entering the market area, he pulls you closer to him one more time, making you gasp.

"Now be quiet. You wouldn't want to fuck up my business. Be a good girl," he whispers softly in your ear as you feel his hand on your lower belly—close, so close to where you want him the most. Maker, he’s rock hard. You can feel it. You can’t think of anything else when his erection is pressing against your ass and his arm is tightly wrapped around your waist. He lets you go and you enter the market area together.

You try to divert your attention on whatever item they’re selling in the stands but it’s mostly weapons and things for bounty hunters that you couldn’t care less about. You can feel your arousal starting to drip down your legs, making your inner thighs slippery. Your swollen clit is pulsing and begging for attention, but Mando has been clear - you’ll get nothing until I'm done here, and you know nothing could make him change your mind, unless you play your cards right.

He grabs a seat in a beat-up wooden booth, his legs spread wide due to the massive erection trapped in his pants. There is an undeniable air of confidence and arrogance to him when he sits like this, looking so imposing and authoritative. You wish you could just drop to your knees and please him in any way he wants.

"Be my good pretty whore and sit here," Mando invites you to sit on his thigh and you immediately comply. You're so damn wet, you can't keep your legs closed.

"Hmm? Sitting here like this with your legs spread open? Do you want everyone to see your pretty cunt? Better let them know to whom this belongs, don't you think?" he coos in your ear with his husky voice. He knows you're both perfectly concealed and no one could see what's going on under that table. He's doing that just to prove a point—that you belong to him.

You nod mindlessly as his hand cups your cunt and stays there, still, without moving.

"Mando. Mando I need–" you whisper in his neck in a trembling voice.

"Oh. I know," he says, pleased when he sees how flustered you're getting. "Not yet," he growls as one of his gloved fingers trails your slit. He stops right before your clit, making you whimper and grip his arm tight in response. You dig your nails in his flightsuit as he feels how unbelievably wet you are.

"Hey. Behave now," he whispers as a Rodian approaches the booth and takes a seat, greeting him with a nod of his head. He immediately hands Mando a puck.

You have no idea what they’re talking about – you can't focus on anything else apart from the way Mando’s gloved hand holds the puck. You look at his fingers with pure lust, thinking of them touching your clit, pumping inside your cunt, the coarse leather caressing your skin.

You let your hand trail on his inner thigh and he stays surprisingly calm, not flinching one bit as your fingertips slowly slide higher, until they finally meet his cock. He is so unbelievably hard, you feel him throbbing underneath your fingers as you trail them all over his length. The Mandalorian won't betray any emotion, which turns you on even more. He's perfectly calm and collected on the outside, but you bet he'd love to throw you on that table and bury himself in you.

As soon as the Rodian hands Mando a handful of credits as an advance, he leaves.

"Please. Please, I need you," you whisper in his neck.

"I'm not done here. Be patient."

The throbbing need between your legs causes you to ache so badly that you don’t notice another man has approached and taken a seat until he begins speaking with the Mandalorian.

They're speaking in a foreign language, and Mando’s interlocutor does not seem happy. Judging by their tones of voice and gestures, they appear to be negotiating the fee for Mando collecting a certain bounty that the man needs capturing and he is displeased that Mando commands a high price. You’ve learnt over the time you’ve spent with the Mandalorian that there's not much room for negotiation with him. He has leverage since he's regarded as being the best bounty hunter in the outer rim. The way he speaks is so confident, it makes you even wetter how he does not lose composure while the other man is basically yelling at him.

He starts running his thumb on the string of pearls digging in your slit, feeling how wet you are for him as he keeps talking to his client while you're sitting in his lap, doing nothing but looking pretty. You're his slut and he wants everyone to know it, but you have to act cool even as he teases you under the table. You have to control the way you breathe, you can't let even the smallest whimper out. Why is this so hot? Why is he so hot?

In the end, the man hands him a hefty amount of credits and rises from the table with a huff, muttering and cursing as he goes.

"Please, take me back to the ship and fuck me. I won't ask for anything else, please," you whisper sensually in the crook of his neck.

"I'm not done here," he tries to appear impassive, but as soon as you resume your touching between his legs, he jerks slightly. You smirk, satisfied.

"Mando…" you trace the outline of his cock with your fingers, feeling how hard his erection is while purring in his neck. His pants are thick, but as you stop right at the tip, drawing circles on it with your fingertips, you can feel the fabric getting slightly damp.

“You’re so hard…” you sigh sensually as you keep rubbing his cock. You hear a choked grunt from him, now that he can’t focus on his job anymore, now that he’s at the mercy of your teasing. You’re so tempting, acting so shameless in public, the thrill of someone noticing the two of you drives him insane and you know it. You’re finally getting your revenge. You can bet he's close to losing control. Mando is twitching in his pants, his breathing getting heavier and heavier...

"Fuck it." He grabs you by the arm and you rush out of the market and back to the ship.

The Mandalorian doesn't even wait for the ramp to close behind him to bend you over the first crate he finds, kicking your legs open with his feet and freeing his throbbing erection. His gloved hands run up your skirt and position themselves around your hips, keeping you steady for him as he slams into you all at once. He meets no resistance from your drenched cunt whatsoever, leaving you breathless as you exhale in a loud moan. You're crushed between the crate and his beskar body, pleasurably forced to take his thick cock. You're only able to let out ragged groans and clamp tightly around him as he finally gives it to you just like you wanted.

"You. Fucking whore. Couldn't wait for me to finish my business. Wanted this dick so much, hm? Are you happy now?!" his thrusts are furious and relentless, his hips crushing your body against the crate with a devastating force. The angle at which he's hitting you is deep, so deep that you can't even prop yourself up on your shaky elbows. You're just getting brutally fucked without dignity.

"You get so disobedient when you want this cock. Maybe I should just tie you up and gag you?"

You can't even mumble words, too absorbed by the feeling of his cock thrusting inside of you, so aroused at the idea of him using your body for his pleasure.

"You're so wet. Damn. It must have been such a torture, right? To be so wet and turned on? Hearing you beg like that made me so fucking hard. Feel it. Feel what you do to me," he rasps as he rails you deep and hard.

The way the pearls are rubbing against your clit and the perfect rhythm of his thrusts are driving you close to the edge already.

"Mando, Mando, I'm–" you can barely mumble as you helplessly drag your hands against the crate.

"Yeah. Come. Seems like it's the only thing that will make you obedient. You wanted it so much, you can have as many as you want today."

'Thank you, thank you, tha–" your blissful chant is abruptly cut as the orgasm takes control over your body. Your cunt clenches hard around his thick cock and your legs jerk uncontrollably, barely touching the ground as he keeps you still and never stops drilling into you as you ride your high. The pleasure is so intense, it leaves you breathless as your cunt keeps involuntarily spasming around him in aftershock. You're panting against the metal crate beneath you, overwhelmed and reduced to a trembling, feeble mess, the coldness of it is a relief against the hot, flustered skin of your body that won't stop begging for him.

"Is this what you wanted, hm? For me to stop everything I was doing to come here and take care of you? Needy girl. You desperately wanted attention, hm?"

You can only mumble in assent, feeling the way he takes out his rage on you.

"Bet you would've let me fuck you in a dirty fucking alley if I wanted to."

"Y-yes–" you reply in a breathy groan, drenching yourself at the mere thought.

"What a slut. What if someone heard you screaming like that? What if someone heard how wet this pussy is when I fuck it? Fuck, you're dripping!"

For a man who barely speaks in normal circumstances, he sure does like to run his mouth when he's buried deep inside of you.

"Yeah. I bet you'd like it if someone saw me fucking you like the slut that you are," he pants and you start whimpering and clamping around him at the idea.

"I knew it. You're such a whore. But you are mine, and I won't let anyone hear these pretty moans and see this perfect cunt. They belong to me. To me," he growls.

"Yes – yes. I fuck–ing b-belong to you," you repeat mindlessly.

"Does it get this much to get you this wet? Just a string of pretty pearls? Looking so fucking good. So fucking good. Are you enjoying it?"

"Yes, Mando!"

"Shit, you're so tight. You're making me come," he says in a broken voice. His thrusts get erratic, as does his breathing "This cunt is so perfect, so fucking perfect," he emphasises the very last word before bursting, spilling hot and wet inside of you in a ragged groan, whining at how good it feels. His muscles tense and he gets rigid behind you, his head rolling back in pleasure.

"Oh, fuck! You're so hot. Spill all of your cum inside of me. Like this, yes!" you cry and start touching your clit, so turned on at the sight and feeling of his orgasm.

The sounds he makes as he comes are the hottest ones you have ever heard. The infamous Mandalorian – stoic, imposing and menacing – is getting lost in the overwhelming pleasure you’re offering him. Your drenched, tight pussy is making that dangerous warrior crumble. You’re so aroused, you need more.

"Please, please don't stop fucking me!" you dare asking him.

"I won't," he grunts as he keeps burying his dick deep, so deep inside of you.

"Don't stop. Don't stop. Oh, fuck, I need you to fuck me harder, please!" you plead as you feel his cum starting to drip down your hole. "Maker, please!" you say as you start frantically slapping and rubbing your clit as you hear the obscene, sloppy sounds of his cock thrusting in and out of you, of his hips slamming against your ass.

"I won't stop. Fuck, I want more. I can't stop. You drive me fucking insane!" he growls, resembling a wild beast, completely overwhelmed by lust. You feel his cock still pulsing inside of you as you get even wetter.

"Look at this perfect cunt. You're so full of my cum, damn, you can't ever get enough of it, can you? Fucking cum slut. Look what you make me do. Just came inside of you but I can't stop fucking this perfect cunt. You want to drain me. Are you proud of yourself, hm? Making me so fucking hard in public and teasing me like the whore that you are."

"Fuck, yes, I'm your whore. Your slave. I'm so close, please–" you mutter deliriously while your fingers and the pearls are rubbing against your clit in a wet, nasty mess of your fluids and his cum. You come hard around him once again, strangling his spent, sensitive cock in your tight grasp and hear him grunting, his grip on your hips tightens and his whole body jerks, but he really can’t have enough.

"Yeah. Yeah. Come on my fucking cock, whore. Let me feel it." he encourages you, gritting those words between his teeth, fighting his own oversensitivity, so addicted to the way you feel around him.

He doesn't stop fucking you, not even after your orgasm. He keeps railing you relentlessly. You bring your hand to your mouth and suck your fingers, tasting the bitterness of his cum blended with the slightly salty taste of your fluids on your tongue. Its taste is addicting, the scent heady and intoxicating in the best way possible.

"You taste so good, Mando. We taste so good together," you drawl, overwhelmed by pleasure.

"Yeah, I bet we do," he grabs a handful of your hair and pulls it to lift your head up, giving it to you even harder, making your eyes roll back in your head. You are screaming, completely entranced by the way his cock is still pumping hard inside of you.

"So damn loud. You like being fucked like this, hm?"

He hits even harder from this angle, keeping you nice and still for him to use as he pleases. You're so busy screaming that you can't even reply to him.

"Yeah. Scream as loud as you want. Let me hear how much you want it. I like it."

You can feel his cum dripping down your legs with every thrust, hearing the sloppy, squelching sounds your bodies make. Mando can't even restrain himself anymore, he’s moaning and sighing at how much he's enjoying it. Your cunt is spasming around him, turned on at the way he sounds.

"You like it, hm? To reduce me like this?" he says in between thrusts.

The truth is that yes, you do. You love making the Mandalorian falter with your teasing, making him so desperate and boiling with lust, he has to leave business to fuck you hard, so hard that any coherent thought leaves your mind. You love it when you can feel the man under all that beskar, when he makes you feel like the most important and beautiful thing in the galaxy.

"Yeah, you do," he answers himself as he slows his rhythm, slipping out of you completely only to slowly bury himself inside of you to the hilt, enjoying the view and feeling of his cock entering into your cunt dripping with his cum.

You bite your lip to muffle your screams just to hear him moaning and sighing as he feels the welcoming warmth of your cunt.

“Mando. Mando, please,” you beg as you feel your legs impatiently shaking as his shaft rubs that perfect spot inside of you with each thrust.

“What?”

“Harder. Please?” you beg, subjugated by that perfect teasing.

He slams into you so deeply that you feel it pulsing against your cervix.

“What? Like this? Hm?” he says as he starts to jackhammer you.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” you chant as you resume touching your clit.

“Greedy whore. Ready for another one? I'm not stopping.”

“Mmmm,” you can only reply as you feel another wave of overwhelming pleasure approaching.

You hear him panting as he gives you a few more violent, deep thrusts, driving you over the edge one more time.

“Yeah. Take it – fucking t-take–” he grunts when he feels your walls clenching around his cock, your orgasm pushing him over the edge, too.

A loud, violent snarl rips through his lips as he comes, filling you with his white, thick load once again. The grip of his hands around your hips turns to steel, your eyes roll up so high all you can see is pitch black as he keeps pumping his cock into you as you both ride your high. The feeling completely obliterates you, turning your body and mind into a helpless, exhausted mess.

A huge, satisfied grin forms on your face as you feel him slowly slip out of you and his cum starts dripping down your cunt and legs.

“Good work," he pants "now be a good girl and wait for me while I go back there. Don’t move one muscle and maybe we will pick up where we left off,” he says as he tucks his spent cock in his cum stained pants, not giving a shit about it, looking at the mess he made of you, disrupted and leaking with his seed. Wrecked, used, marked. His.

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 2 years

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The Dragon and the Rose {Part 01 of 03}

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Tyrell!Reader

Chapter word count: 1.4 K

Summary: It was your first time visiting King's Landing, and you were expecting countless different things from such a journey... But you could never imagine you'd get the Prince's attention.

Next part (02) ->

{House of the Dragon Masterlist}

Fire Made Flesh

This castle was beautiful, a nice change of view. The smell of salty water, the sound of the waves in the dead of night... But the biggest difference is the atmosphere.

You got here in the evening, so you didn't get the chance to see the place too well before it was lit up by candles alone. But the sensation this place has, that you felt right away. Highgarden was light, easy, and uncomplicated... King's Landing is heavy, full of politics and dangerous people... And given the powerful family that sits on the Iron Throne, it couldn't be any different.

“I'm bored,” Leo speaks from his place walking next to you.

“Shh. Listen and pay attention,” the Septa whispers, and the kid gives you a very annoyed glance.

Leo, in all his five years of life, didn't want to go around the castle listening to historical explanations... Not when him, as do you, already know them all. He sighs, crossing his arms and walking angrily, stomping his feet on the ground.

You feel him. There is a lot you want to see and as guests of the King, you're free to explore the castle. But here you are, escorted by your Septa, listening to the stories she herself told you many times before.

“If you turn to your left, you will see-” The Meister is still speaking when what you predicted happens. Leo bolts off, giggling, running a bit too fast for his tiny legs.

“Leo Tyrell!” The Septa calls, just as your little cousin turns left and disappears.

There are two options. The first is your Septa trying to reach him, which won't ever happen, and the second one, the one you'll take, is yourself going after him and ditching this boring tour. “Don't worry, Septa, I'll bring him back.” You won't.

“By all the gods, go get him.” She exclaims, an apologetic look on her face. “No running!” The woman says just as you start to move.

“Then how am I supposed to find Leo?” You shout back, holding your skirts out of the way as you run through the castle.

Unlike in Highgarden, you have no idea where Leo might be going to. And the kids probably don't either. So you try to hear him, the footsteps, the giggles, and you do, for some time. But then, you have no idea where you're going, so you just look around and try to guess where a very curious boy would want to explore.

...And it doesn't really work. Soon enough, you're outside of the castle, walking through dirty, empty roads surrounding the castle. When you reach the stables, there are a lot of Tyrell men there.

“Sir Patrick.” You call one of your father's men. “What is this about?”

“My Lady.” He bows. “Your cousin Leo was seen leaving the castle on foot. We're going after him.”

That makes your bones freeze. King's Landing is well known for being a lawless city... And a little boy in expensive clothes running around alone... “Saddle my horse.” You say, and when Sir Patrick is about to protest, you raise a hand at him. “Don't. Saddle my horse.”

You're sure Sir Patrick would be right in every single thing he was about to say, but you won't let him speak fear into you. When your white stallion is ready, you pull yourself up, ordering the gates to be open. There's some resistance, but when they move, you rush right through.

King's Landing is a strange place. On your way to the castle, you didn't pay any attention to the place, not as for memorizing the path. So you just move by instinct, looking around, ignoring the people looking at you, a Lady in fine clothing on top of a white war horse, standing out in every possible way.

But you keep moving forward, until you're off the city, galloping up a dirt road, almost empty. When the people are replaced by men in similar clothes, you furrow your eyebrows, wondering where you're going. And if Leo would ever take the same path. “Leo!” You decide to call, going further up, ignoring whatever those men were saying. “Leo!”

It happens fast, so fast you don't even have time to catch your breath. The stone wall to your left ends, and in its place, a massive beast appears. The horse stops suddenly, standing on his hing legs and kicking the air as you struggle to hold on, almost slipping. “Hey, boy. Calm down!” You try to speak to it, but it's useless. The horse doesn't stop kicking, and when your hands lose their grip, you slide to the side. Lucky for you, the horse runs off the moment he's free, and you escape being crushed.

But now, you have bigger problems.

The beast, the dragon, is breathing heavily. Slowly, as slow as you dare, you sit up, raising your head to look at it. It seems agitated too, ignoring the men around it, trying to calm it down. The dragon has its eyes on you, and you know this is how you die. Burned by dragon fire... It'll be a good story to tell, at least. A dragon killed Lady Tyrell, as she looked at it straight in the face.

So, if this is it, you won't look away. Raising your eyes at the beast, magnificent, powerful... You face it, breathing deeply, waiting... It moves closer, lowering its head, and you notice when it breathes in...

“Ȳdra daor, Caraxes.” A voice suddenly speaks, and the dragon stops. The breath that comes out through its nose is only smoke.

Shaking, you turn your head to the right, to the source of the man who saved your life.

“Prince Daemon,” One of the men around the dragon says. “We couldn't stop him. She came out of nowhere with a horse and-”

“Gīda aōla.” He says, and the dragon swifts. Prince Daemon, with his eyes on you, walks over to where you're sitting, extending a hand. “Who are you, girl? And what are you doing here?”

Swallowing hard, you hesitantly take his hand, letting him pull you up gently. “I'm (Y/N) Tyrell... My little cousin he... He ran off, and they said he went into the town and I came after him.” It's hard to speak with his eyes set on you like that. “I'm sorry, your Grace. It wasn't my intention to disturb your dragon. I never came to King's Landing, and I was just trying to find my cousin.”

The Prince smirks, tilting his head to the side a little. “That's very brave of you, even more given this town's reputation.” Then, he gestures at the dragon. “Caraxes would be a quick, merciful death compared to what some people might want to do to you.”

Following the gesture, you look at the dragon. It has his eyes either on you or on Prince Daemon, you can't tell. “I agree, your Grace. Of all the millions of ways to die, dragon fire must be one of the best.”

“I see you find my dragon more interesting than me,” He says, a tone of sadness in his voice.

Blushing, you turn your gaze back at him. “Mm... A little.” You breathe out, embarrassed. “I've only heard of them, and seen some flying by a couple of times when a Targaryen has business near Highgarden... But from this close...”

“Do you wanna get closer?” He offers, and before you can remember any of the lessons you had from the Septa about modesty and prudence, you find yourself nodding.

“I mean... I'm not sure I can, your Grace. I already crossed a line ending up here.”

The Prince smiles again. “I'm offering, am I not?” With that, he takes your hand and pulls you with him towards the dragon. “His name is Caraxes.”

“He's beautiful.” You breathe out, making sure to stay just a little bit behind.

“Issa iā raqiros.” Prince Daemon says as you get even closer and the dragon lowers its head. “Sagon sȳz.”

“What are you saying?”

“To be nice towards you, since you're a friend of mine.” That makes you smile shyly. “Give me your hand.” As so you do. When Caraxes comes lower, Prince Daemon takes your hand and puts it on the dragon.

“He's hot!” You can't help but exclaim, feeling the rough scales under your palm.

“Dragons are-”

“Fire made flesh.” You burst out, then realize what you just did. “Apologies, your Grace.”

But when he looks down at you, he's smiling. “Don't. You're right. Va ñellyrty perzys... Fire made flesh.”

“Va ñellyrty perzys.” You try to repeat, but the old tongue feels odd in your mouth.

“That's good.” The prince says. “And it seems he likes you. I might bring you to visit him more times.”

It gives you hope. Hope of seeing such an amazing creature again... And hopes of being around the Prince a little more. “I'd like that very much, you Grace.”

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nowimhaunted · 1 year

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MY HEART, MY HIPS, MY BODY, MY LOVE!!!! TRYING TO FIND A PART OF ME THAT YOU DIDN'T TOUCH!!! GAVE UP ON ME LIKE I WAS A BAD DRUG!! NOW I'M SEARCHING FOR SIGNS IN A HAUNTED CLUB!!! OUR SONGS, OUR FILMS, UNITED WE STAND!!! OUR COUNTRY, GUESS IT WAS A LAWLESS LAND!! QUIET MY FEARS WITH THE TOUCH OF YOUR HAND!! PAPER CUT STINGS FROM OUR PAPER THIN PLANS!! MY TIME, MY WINE, MY SPIRIT, MY TRUST!! TRYING TO FIND A PART OF ME YOU DIDN'T TAKE UP!! GAVE YOU TOO MUCH BUT IT WASN'T ENOUGH!! BUT I'LL BE ALL RIGHT, IT'S JUST A THOUSAND CUTS!!!

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taylortruther · 2 months

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our country guess it was a lawless land :(

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kyokutsu-sama · 7 months

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Heya I'd like to request a Demon! Aizen and Angel! Reader. The two meet at a Heaven/Hell party mixer thing. And things get heated and they move there activity to a different room? Very NSFW please 🙏🏿 thank you

Aizen x Reader

Tw: Nsfw content below the line Author's note : Hi I hope your're well😊 I loved writing your request, the idea was creative and a little different, so to speak. I I don't usually write for Aizen but I love the character and he's one of my favorites❤️

Even though in previous times you two had been closed friends, you never thought you could follow a different path than his. Aizen had been named a demon and was in hell, but you were a pure soul who still looked for him on the other side until one day you decided to explore what was behind those gates that guarded the depths of darkness and evil. You were a little nervous before the gates opened, you were warned that it wasn't a good idea to go there and that the city below was somewhat lawless, but you lifted your head and continued on your way without looking back.

They were right, that place was really dark, at least before you started finding the city lights.

"He must be here somewhere..."You thought as you flew over the houses

You landed and walked trying to see where you were and what that place showed you, you looked around and didn't see much more than lost and condemned souls. You looked to your left sideand saw a huge palace in the middle of the city, something told you that he could be there and you followed your intuition and headed there.He was powerful and that place was definitely his type.

There seemed to be a party going on inside, there were so many people there that it was difficult to pass through them, you almost got lost in the middle of them all. You approached teh walls where there were benches and people drinking, to see if he could be there and only after a while did you manage to see a man with brown hair who, even though he was sitting with his back turned, you immediately knew who he was.

You walked over and sat in front of him and he couldn't help but curl his lips into a small smile when he saw you right there in front of him, he couldn't deny that he missed you.

"It's been a long time Y/N... I didn't think you'd come here just to see me"He said in his usual relaxed voice

"Well... you're right, it's been a while but... I came here to see you. How have you been ?" You asked, looking deep into his eyes, which looked different from the last time you met him

"I can't complain, this was the place I was waiting for. I'm a little surprised that an angel like you came here just to see an acquaintance from another life" He said, bringing the glass of drink to his lips

"You weren't just an acquaintance...Aizen, you were the only thing I had left and I will never leave you behind. I wouldn't come to this place if you weren't someone worth it"

He placed the glass on the table and looked down for a moment after hearing your words. He also knew that you were right, but he didn't want to admit it because talking about feelings was something he wanted away from him but at the same time he couldn't avoid it when you were around.

"Well, since you came so far just to see me, I think we should change location, don't you think?I mean, I think I should pay you back for your concern" He looked at you with a little suggestive look

"And where do you want to go?"

"Don't you want to make up for lost time?"

"I want to, but…I would like you to at least tell me your intentions" You looked down, a little confused by all that

"Make up for lost time, come with me, there are a lot of people here"He stood up and extended his hand to you

You put your hand on his and he led you away from all those people, you could guess where he would take you and what he would do but you didn't run away. You wanted him, even though you belonged to different places, you were still his and you always would be.

He took you to a hallway with some doors and took you to the last one which was at the end of the corridor, he opened the door for you and you entered looking around and observing the well decored bedroom. For some reason, the air seemed to burn in there with just the two of you alone.

"We are more comfortable here than down there"He said closing the door and approaching you

"This is your bedroom ?"

"Everything you saw before you got here belongs to me and this is no exception either"

You couldn't help but notice that everything around you seemed so organized and clean that it was difficult to admit that this really was hell.

"What did you really come here to do?" He asked, placing a hand on your face, turning your gaze towards him

Your breathing hitched a little as you looked him in his eyes but you soon found the words although you were shaking, not out of fear but out of nervousness of being close to him again.

"Aizen I...I came here to..." You looked down trying not to look into his eyes

"Say it"He whispered close to your lips

"I missed you, a lot. I needed to come here to see you again because I couldn't be without you" You whispered with a slightly shaky voice.

He chuckled and grabbed your chin, lifting your head, you felt your body getting hotter and hotter, which even made you dizzy.

"Loyal as always my dear Y/n, let me take care of you" He said kissing your lips

You brought your trembling hands to the back of his head and melted into his lips, his hands pressing your waist lightly. You can say that that would create heaven on earth, hell in this case...

The slight taste of the drink on his tongue running across yours made you want to keep him close, he guided you to the bed and laid you there without letting go of your lips. He lifted the thin dress you were wearing and threw it aside and then you helped him take off his clothes too while he bent down and ran his lips over your neck, leaving some marks there, not caring if someone else saw them because he would definitely love to see them later. You shivered a little when he ran his warm tongue over your breasts and tasted the skin he hadn't seen in a while. You held his hair while his hands and mouth caressed and marked your skin, he left a few kisses along your stomach until he reached the waistband of your panties which you nervously closed your legs and looked away.

"Open for me Y/n"He ordered as he ran his hands up your thighs and squeezed them lightly

You opened them slowly and he knelt in the middle of them, running his fingertips through the wet fabric.

"Who makes you so wet?" He caressed your slit through the fabric, releasing a few moans from you

"You... and only you"

You felt some chills through your legs when he caressed you, he removed your panties leaving your slit exposed to him just as he wanted. He lowered himself and started running his tongue over your sensitive clit that made you call his name while your body arched off the mattress as he devoured you. He distributed wet kisses to your folds and pulled them lightly, making you feel shivers all over your body, you took one hand to his hair while you grabbed the sheets with the other trying to relieve the tension that was taking over the air inside the room. He ran his thumb over your clit and caressed it while he penetrated you with his tongue, he looked up and seeing you squirming and calling for him was something he really admired.

You couldn't hold back and ended up coming in his mouth, he licked every drop that ran down your slit and got up to take off his pants. Your breathing was uneven and your vision was blurry, he turned you with your back to him and you whimpered a little at the sudden movement. He lifted your hips and bent down to remove the hair that covered your face, you could feel his cock rubbing against your folds that were dripping onto the sheets.

"Beg, beg for what you've been missing all this time" He whispered in a deep voice next to your ear

You could barely think straight and he, not listening to your answer, decided to pressure you a little.

"Come on Y/n, I know you can say those words" He ran the tip of his dick through your folds over and over again until you spoke

"I... I need ahhh fuck... I need to have you inside me" You said with the last of your strength you could and held the sheets in front of you still feeling him so close to you

"I knew you could do it, you doesn't even sound like a little pure soul asking things like that to a man like me. That’ my beautiful girl" He whispered before moving away from your ear and positioning himself behind you and holding onto one of your hips

You let out a loud moan when you felt him slowly entering you, opening your insides and making your body shake. The feeling that you hadn't had in years and that only he could give you.

He held both sides of your waist as he moved in and out of you in a slow manner that was painful.

"Please Aizen... give me more" You whimpered beneath him and he smiled

"Be patient and you will get what you want dear" He said as he thrust you from behind

You tightened around him as he entered you, one of his hands slid between your legs and touched you, making you moan and feel a few drops of your fluids run down the inside of your thighs. You were close to coming, all that heat, those sounds of both your damp and sweaty skin bumping against each other were taking you to highs. You held onto the sheets and moaned his name over and over again seeing the way he was fucking you so well, he let out some heavy sighs when he felt you squirt on his cock. He continued moving his fingers in circular movements over your overstimulated spot which made you roll your eyes in pleasure and tighten around him more and more until he was coming inside you and filling you until it was dripping down all your folds. He withdrew from you and sat on the mattress trying to catch his breath, you turned to face him and almost came again to the sight of his sweaty and naked body and his still hard cock right in front of you.

You approached him and brushed your lips with his and kiss him, the heat seemed to have gone down now but you still felt as if your skin was going to melt because his mere presence did that to you.

"You're still so pure Y/n" He whispered against your lips

"I don't believe it, after what we just did I can't call myself pure" You said, still breathless and smiling

"No, you are and always will be. Your heart is different from mine, as is the way you act... Your eyes said that, you came to a place like this just to find someone like me thinking you could change things"He said, passing a strand of your hair behind your ear

"No... I didn't come here to change things. You and I are different, it's true but still, that doesn't mean I don't love you. I gave myself to you once and I won't go back"

He looked at you seriously and then curved his lips in a smile. You were still part of his plans after all.

#bleach #bleach fandom #bleach imagines #bleach x reader #aizen sosuke #aizen x reader #smut writer

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badxwolf · 6 months

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My favourite thing about the Paradigm Dalek reveal is that the white one comes out first so you could be thinking “Oh, have they redesigned them to look more like the classic series? That’s neat!” and then the blue one comes out next and you think “I guess they had blue bits on them as well…?” and then the orange one comes out and you realize that you are in a lawless land and have just watched the commercial for the New 5-Piece Collectible Dalek Toy Set Available Now!!!

#to be clear this isn’t paradigm dalek hate i think they are very silly and i enjoy that #doctor who #dalek #victory of the daleks #paradigm daleks

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hoejosatoru · 11 months

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Stress Reliever

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Chishiya (Alice in Borderland)

Summary: When y/n first meets Chishiya, she does not like him. However, when they are forced to become roommates at the beach, her opinion slowly starts to change. When Chishiya has a suggestion on how to manage stress, y/n can’t help but be intrigued. Ignore the boring ass title I could not think of anything better

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Readers skin and hair color/texture not specified, not proof read, teasing, eye contact, fingering, p in v sex, cream pie. Tried to keep Chishiya in character (bc I think he would be such a tease and lil shit but in a sexy way) but if he’s ooc oopsies MDNI

“What are you doing here?” You huffed, standing in the doorway of your new room. Or what was supposed to be your room. So why the hell was Chishiya of all people already there.

“I knew you’d find your way here eventually,” he replied, ignoring your question. The ‘here’ was the beach compound. You’d heard whispers of the place since you started playing and finally found it. It was exactly what you expected - though you weren’t sure what you expected in the first place - but you agreed to join. Not that you really had much of a choice once the caught you lurking around the place.

“You didn’t answer my question,” you pressed.

Chishiya rolled his eyes. “Seemed too obvious a question to answer. I live here.”

You scowled. “But I was assigned to this room.” You doubled checked the room number you were given and the one on the door. You were in the right place.

“Guess that makes us roommates then,” Chishiya replied, stretching lazily. His indifference grated your nerves.

“But you’re a guy.”

Chishiya snorted with laughter. “We’re in a lawless land playing life or death games and you think people care about rooms being coed?” You didn’t want to admit that it was pretty stupid to care about that, so you just grumbled a ‘whatever’ and shut the door behind you.

You truly could not believe the odds that you would end up with him as a roommate. You met Chishiya in one of your first games, which happened to be a game of wits. Unfortunately, most of your competitors were lacking in that department, which led to their demise. You, however, figured it out quickly, which Chishiya took note of.

He made some comment about being surprised someone was able to get it, which you took as a condescending crack. You’d been watching him since the start of the game, noting how calm he was. Almost to the point of smugness. The comment, you felt, confirmed your initial impression.

Little did you know that Chishiya was also watching you, (though he does watch everybody) taking an interest in you. You were much more calm than anyone else in the calm, save for him. He was also impressed with your cleverness, seeing through the trick of the game almost as quickly as he did. Almost.

You’d played only one other game with him after that, which you left you feeling the same way: he was a smug know it all. He had tried to engage in casual conversation with you, but you brushed him off. You weren’t looking to get close to people in these games. You’d seem first hand how they would pit people together and tear them apart. You didn’t need anymore emotional turmoil. Besides, you could definitely see the two of you clashing, what with his attitude.

Chishiya, however, was draw to your attitude. He appreciated your intelligence of course, since far too many people seemed to lack it around here. But he liked that you challenged him, he even liked when you rolled your eyes or scowled at him. The more you tried to push him away, the more he felt the desire to get close to you. To break down those walls and get to know more about you.

“You better not be a shitty roommate,” you stated, sitting down on the bed adjacent to his. It was the comfiest thing you sat on in weeks.

“Oh don't worry,” he smiled, “I’m an angel.”

You wouldn’t go as far as to call him an angel, but you couldn’t deny that Chishiya was a good roommate. He didn’t go out partying and drinking like everyone else here, nor did he ever leave a mess. You still found him to be a bit smug at times, but your stance on him softened a bit as yo got to know him. Though your pride was preventing you from showing it that much.

Your visas often expired at similar times, leading you two to playing a lot more games together. You couldn’t deny that you felt safe with Chishiya being there. Well at least as safe as one could be in these games. The two of you silently formed an alliance and looked out for each other. You never let yourself get complacent, but having Chishiya around always made you feel that, no matter the odds, you would clear the game.

Something that you couldn’t understand, though, was just how calm was. You prided yourself on being able to keep yourself calm during the games, but you still very much felt the stress. Chishiya, however, was on another level. He seemed bored, as if you were just playing for fun and not your lives. It was almost unnerving.

After a particularly difficult game, you couldn't resist asking him about when you got back to your room. “How do you do it?”

“Hmm? Do what?” Chishiya asked from his bed.

“Stay so calm. It’s... spooky,” you replied. You laid on your bed, staring at the ceiling.

Chishiya let out a huff of laughter. “You look pretty calm yourself.”

“Yeah I look calm, but it takes a lot of work to stay that way. It doesn’t seem to bother you at all,” you replied.

Chishiya smirked. “I didn’t know you were watching me so closely.” Actually he did, but he’d keep that to himself for now.

“You’re doing that thing again.”

“What thing?”

“That thing where you deflect instead of just answering.”

Chishiya made a noise of amusement. “Sorry to disappoint, but I don’t really have an answer. I can’t change my circumstances, I don't see the point of freaking out about it.”

You sighed. As if it was that simple. “If I wasn’t your roommate, I’d be convinced you were an alien or a robot or something. I’m not fully convinced you don’t have to plug yourself in to charge up while I’m sleeping.”

Chishiya laughed, but said in earnest. “I am human, I can promise you that.” A silence fell between the two of you after that. You were often quiet together; it was one of the things you did appreciate about him. This silence, however, felt charged in a way you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

After some time, Chishiya spoke again. “You knew, there is a pretty effective way to destress.”

“What’s that?”

“Sex.”

Your head whipped around to him. You couldn’t have heard that right. “Sex?”

Chishiya smirked at your astonishment. “Yeah, sex. You know what that is right? Don’t tell me you’re a virgin,” he teased.

Your cheeks burned. “I am not a virgin,” you replied and immediately regretted it. It was true, but that absolutely sounded like something a virgin would say. It only made Chishiya laugh harder. “Oh shut up,” you grumbled, tossing a pillow at him.

“Someone’s testy.”

“So what? That’s your secret?” you questioned, “You just go around fucking people?” You couldn’t imagine how he had time for that. He never brought anyone to your room, thank god, and was never out for long.

“No,” Chishiya snorted, “I haven’t slept with anyone since coming here. I was just pointing out a fact. Sex helps with stress.”

Talking about sex with Chishiya was naturally making your brain think about having sex with Chishiya and that made your body react in a way you weren't expecting. You were flushed, feeling a prickle of desire. God were you really so stressed that you were lusting after him?

Sensing your hesitation, Chishiya continued. “I didn’t think I would have to spell it out for you, but it was almost an invitation.” You looked bewildered, which amused him. “Come here.”

Despite your hesitations, you followed his instruction. Chishiya sat at the edge of his bed and you stood between his legs. He looked up and down your body with a lopsided grin. You had grown accustomed to having to wear a bikini at all times at the beach; it was nothing new for him to see you like this. Yet, you felt so exposed under his gaze. You almost moved to cover yourself, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

Chishiya’s hands found the back of your thighs, ghosting across your skin. “You’ve thought about it, haven’t you?” His voice was just above a whisper. One hand started to toy with your bikini bottom string. You held your breath as his eyes flicked up to yours. “Thought about me fucking you? You want it, don’t you?”

Your heard was quickened the longer his hands were on you. It felt so good to be touched by someone else in such a gentle way. That combined with his words was making you almost dizzy. “Seems like you’ve thought about,” you replied.

Chishiya yanked you forward by the back of your legs, making you fall into his lap. You legs landed on either side of his hips, leaving you straddling him. His face was closer yours now, the eye contact making your insides curl. “You’re that thing,” he teased, calling back to the comment you made. His hand was on the back of your neck now and you found yourself drifting impossibly closer to him. “But I’m not afraid to admit when I want someone thing.” His thumb brushed over your lower lip, making you let out a shaky breath. “So tell me, y/n, do you want me, too?”

You let go of the breath you were holding. “Yes.” Chishiya smirked triumphantly. He started to lean and you followed. Your lips were just a millimeter apart when he pulled back just to laugh at the frustrated look on your face.

You scowled. “Assho-”

His lips connected to yours before you could finish. God he was a good kisser. His lips moved against yours perfectly, his tongue slipping into your mouth with ease. Your body reacted so quickly to him, aching with desire. The need for more.

Chishiya sensed it, smirking into the kiss. His hands trailed up your back, finding the string of your bikini top. He undid the knot, tossing it to the side. He squeezed your tits as your kissed, pinching your nipples to make you gasp. You pushed his sweatshirt off his body, before yanking his shirt off.

“Mmm, someone’s eager, huh?” He commented.

“Shut up.”

In a flash you were flipped over and caged in by Chishiya’s body. “You’re not in the position to be telling me to shut up.” You narrowed your eyes at him, which made the corner of his lip curl up. You had to admit, him on top of you was a nice view.

You threaded your fingers through his blond locks, pulling him back in. His chest was pressed completely against yours. The weight of him and the warmth of his skin on yours soothed a nagging deep inside you. You wanted him closer. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him in. You rolled your hips up to meet his, grinding against him. A soft moan slipped from his slips, giving you a sense of satisfaction.

Chishiya’s hand came down, pressing your hips back into the mattress. You were about to huff in protest, but stopped when he started toying with the strings on the side of your bikini. He kept his lips on yours as he worked. Your pussy throbbed with anticipation while slowly, so slowly, pulled the knot undone. Instead of taking it off right away, he traced the line of where your bikini met your lower stomach to your other hip. His feather light touch gave you goosebumps.

He repeated his actions on the other side. You were buzzing with anticipation for him to pull the bottoms off you. Of course, he didn't right away. He just continued to kiss you, his fingers ghosting of your lower stomach, inner thighs.

“Stop being a fuck tease,” you grumbled.

“Oh? And what would you like me to do, y/n?” Chishiya mused. His eyes were locked on yours as he continued to let his fingers dance over your skin. You lost a bit of your nerve under his stare.

“You know what I want.”

Chishiya smirked. “I’m not a mind reader.”

You groaned. “Touch me! Finger me- fuck do something!”

He chuckled, hooking his finger into the fabric, but not pulling it down. “A please would be nice.”

You were too desperate to fight. He was so close, yet so far from touching you. You couldn’t stand it. “Please.”

“Good girl.” He pulled the bikini off of you completely. His eyes scanned your naked body, making you feel shy under his critical stare. Still, you refused to show it and let him have his look. “Pretty.” His finger slid through your wetness, making you gasp. “And soaked. Didn’t know you wanted me that bad.”

“Are you gonna do something or just talk all day?” you snapped. Chishiya didn’t challenged your remark, instead he slid a finger inside you. You let out a content sigh as he curled it, easily finding that spot inside you that made you weak. He licked and sucked at your breasts as he worked his fingers over you. He was more skilled than you cared to admit, easily making the curl of pleasure in your lower stomach.

Chishiya played with your clit, rolling and pinching it, noting how each different move made you react. He slid a second finger inside you, stretching you and pumping faster. He loved how squirmed, how your chest heaved with ragged, pleasured breaths. He kept a neutrally smug look on his face, but internally his composure wavered. He wanted to know how your pussy would feel squeezing his cock instead of his fingers.

“Fuck, Chishiya, don’t stop,” you moaned. It had been so long since you felt this good. Chishiya rolled your clit just as you liked, sending you over the edge. He sat up so he could watch as you cum. He loved how your head fell back with pleasure, the sweet sounds that escaped you, the way your body fully submitted to his touch.

“You look good like that,” he teased as you caught your breath. He got himself out of his shorts, your cheeks flushing at the sight of his naked body. He was bigger than you thought he would be, thicker too. “You realize you’re staring, right?”

You went red and mumbled, “Sorry.”

Chishiya laughed at you. “That's alright, I like when you watch me.” He grabbed the back of your thighs and yanked you closer to him. “I see you doing it all the time, you know.” He let his tip slide through your slick pussy lips. If you were so distracted by that, you may have been more embarrassed by his words. “I like it a lot. So I want you to watch while I fuck you.” He pressed his tip into your throbbing hole, but didn’t go any further. He leaned over, getting his face closer to yours. His voice dropped to a whisper.“You’re gonna look me in the eye when I make you cum, got it?”

You were barely audible when your replied, “Yes.” You liked him like this. Suddenly his smugness wasn’t annoying, rather it was an aphrodisiac. His demeanor, his voice, his stare, all of it just made you want him more.

Chishiya kept his eyes on yours as he slowly pushed into you, allowing you both to enjoy every inch. You sighed at the sweet stretch he have you, loving the feeling of being so full. Chishiya gripped your hips as he thrust into you. He was right, you felt even better wrapped around him like this. “Feels fucking amazing.”

He fucked into you with ease, each long, deep thrust making your head spin. You couldn’t believe how good he was, it almost wasn't fair. His cock hit that sweet spot inside you, making you gasp. “Please Chishiya,” you begged, not even sure what you were asking for.

“Feels good, huh?” he questioned, his thumb finding your clit. He rubbed circles over the sensitive bud. Your eyes screwed shut as the pleasure almost went over to overstimulation. “Look at me, y/n. Let me see you cum.” You forced your eyes open upon his demand. Making eye contact with him made everything feel more intense. Within moments that knot of pleasure inside you snapped, spreading a warm surge of pleasure all over your body.

“Fuc-nngh ‘Shiya!”

Chishiya couldn’t hold on with your pussy squeezing him like a vice while you moaned his name like that. His hips stuttered as he let out a low groan of your name mixed with curses. He fucked you slow and deep, letting you both savor it.

When you both finally finished, he laid himself down next you. You felt compelled to curl into him, not wanting to be without his warmth. For a second you were afraid you made a mistake, but then his arm wrapped around you and pulled you on to his chest. It was the first time you felt soothed since entering the games.

“I hate to admit it, but you were right. I feel less stressed,” you said.

“I love when you admit I’m right,” Chishiya mused, running his fingers along your spine. “While you’re in a good mood, I have a confession to make.”

“What?”

“I arranged for us to share a room here.”

If he had told you that a week ago, you may have been annoyed. But now? “I have a confession, too. I’m glad you did.”

#chishiya x reader #chishiya x you #chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya smut #aib fanfic #aib smut

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