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taegimood · 5 months

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— bestfriend!ot5’s reaction to you offering to help with their boner ♡

pairing: ot5 x fem!reader (separate) rating: nsfw, mdni wc: almost 3k oops 😭 warnings: some smut (oral obviously, m receiving), suggestiveness, perviness, pet names (babe, sweetheart, pretty girl), tiniest but brief bit of angst in tyun’s, some alcohol in jun’s, beomgyu being an annoying brat lmao

a/n - this took me forever to start (and to finish.. all in one sitting rip my eyeballs) but i loved writing this omg who wants a pt 2 follow-up 🫢

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yeonjun: this is the moment he’s been waiting for, y’all

it’s just like any other tipsy late-night shit-talk sesh on yeonjun’s living room floor, until it’s not. you’ve been lazily sitting against the foot of his couch facing each other while joking about beomgyu’s latest failure to get laid when somehow the conversation turns to your own personal sex lives. it’s not like you’ve never talked about that stuff with jun before; you’re best friends, after all. but something about tonight feels different. maybe it’s because you’ve been drinking, maybe it’s because the dim lighting of his living room is giving it a strangely sensual vibe, or maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you- facing you with his chin in his hand as his elbow rests up on the couch cushion, eyes more lidded than usual and sculpted collarbone peeking out from the sweater that at some point had slipped down his shoulder- but when the topic turns to your experiences with oral and he’s in the middle of complaining about how his last fling always gave him the worst head, what comes out of your mouth as you suddenly interrupt him is a shock to the both of you.

“i could do better.”

yeonjun’s eyebrows shoot up. the words had died on his lips. your own eyes are wide as you freeze, before fidgeting nervously, attempting damage control. “i mean.. from what i’ve been told. just saying.” you swallow hard as you inwardly kick yourself, avoiding his eyes and his silence as you bring the bottle of soju you’d been sharing to your lips in an attempt to feign casualty.

“is that an offer?”

it’s your turn to be speechless, nearly choking as you set the bottle down a little too hard, turning quickly to stare at him in shock; oh, he’s not joking. he watches you expectantly, a level expression on his face; though if you were to blink, you’d miss the smirk that his lips were threatening to inch up into. when your gaze flickers down to see the tent in his sweatpants that he hasn’t even bothered trying to cover, you swallow hard. the tiny crush you’ve always harbored for your best friend suddenly seems not so unreciprocated after all. you collect yourself. you’ve gotta be cool about this.

“well… do you want it to be?”

your best friend’s hands wrapped in your hair and his shameless moans filling the room as he pumps his cock in and out of your throat isn’t exactly how you imagined the night to go, but here you are! you can already tell from the lewd promises and filthy praises that he’s groaning out as you swallow around him — your legs will definitely be sore in the morning. <3

soobin: soobin.exe has stopped working

he didn’t mean for you to see, he really didn’t. you weren’t supposed to be home for another 15 minutes; what else was he supposed to do when it’s the first time all week that his hermit of a roommate has finally left their shared apartment and he hasn’t been able to comfortably get himself off since last weekend?

your convenience store run ended in disappointment as the tuna gimbap roll you were craving turned up empty on the shelves. with a grumble you had just grabbed the nearest container of ramen and a snack for soobin before trekking back to your apartment sooner than hoped for (by either party..), not in the mood to sit there and eat as you’d originally planned; but unbeknownst to you, soobin hadn’t heard you arrive back home, and also unbeknownst to you, he was stuck in a very… compromising position.

“soob, they didn’t have the- oh, fuck.”

rounding the corner into the living room to see your best friend seated on the couch with his sweatpants shoved down around his hips and his head thrown back as his hand fists up and down his very hard - very big cock - was definitely not on your daily bingo card. (or your lifetime one either, to be quite frank.) at the sound of your voice he’s acting faster than you’ve ever seen him move, a pillow shoved over his lap and his large figure smushed back into the couch cushions so quick that you question whether you even saw his cock at all, or if it was just your mind playing tricks on you. you decide that it wasn’t the latter, however, at the sight of his bright red face and quick, heavy breaths- a deer in headlights as his mouth opens and closes for a few moments, trying to find the words to speak.

you’re in the same boat — what are you supposed to say? hey, sorry that i caught you trying to get yourself off in our shared space that i also own which you’re very much aware of? and by the way your cock is the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen and i want it in my-

wait, what? you don’t even have time to process the sudden warmth between your thighs as soobin finally finds his words. well, kind of. “i-i’m so sorry, i swear i didn’t- i was just trying to- i thought you’d still be a while, i- it’s been so long since i-“ he cut himself off at the last part, an even deeper blush coming over his cheeks at his accidental admission. wonderful, now she’s gonna think i’m some sort of incel. but the last thing that either of you ever expects is happening as you step forward carefully, approaching his shocked form on the couch before stopping to maintain some distance.

“soob.. do you want help?”

let’s just say that his best friend slotted between his thighs as she bobs her head up and down his fat cock with eager moans and a mix of spit and pre-cum lewdly dribbling down her chin wasn’t exactly on soobin’s bingo card, either. but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t pay you back for it right after. <3

beomgyu: *laughs in your face* 👁️👄👁️ switch-up

um, did he hear that right?? it was an innocent instance of you utterly roasting each other into the grave with bullying remarks, just another tuesday for the pair of you- you’re just sitting on your bed in your usual criss-cross legged gossip-time position when beomgyu apparently decides that he’s bored laughing at something soobin did and chooses you as the better candidate to laugh at instead. the plushie of yours that he’d had resting in his lap is now a method of defense as you attempt to thwap him over the head with your own plushie, yelling at him to “take it back!” as he cackles mercilessly after claiming “at least soobin can get bitches if he stops being shy enough, you’re just an all-around lost cause.”

“you don’t even know what you’re talking about!!!” you whine as you finally manage to knock him onto his back, going in for the kill as your leg swings over one of his, your plushie smushing down into his face as his now-muffled giggles still ring out annoying as ever. “i get bitches too!” you defend yourself, although even your own words immediately cause you to cringe; damn, you really do sound like a loser, huh? but your momentary lapse of attention has beomgyu knocking your plushie away, laughing even louder as he responds “that is EXACTLY what someone who can’t get bitches would say.” you groan and smack his chest, rolling your eyes as he cradles himself dramatically. “you’re literally wrong. i’ve dated before! like once. and there was that other guy from the smoothie place last year.. we, like, hung out a few times.” but you’re mumbling now, pathetic to your own ears as beomgyu’s shit-eating grin grows with each word.

“you’re kinda proving my point, here, babe.” you shiver at the pet name, however condescending his tone may be. god, how is he still so attractive even when you want to strangle the fuck out of him? “you’re so cocky,” you complain with another roll of your eyes, an attempt to both distract yourself from beomgyu and distract beomgyu from the humiliating topic. he sits up to lean back on his hands as it’s clear you’re finished with your little murder attempt. “yeah, cuz of my monster cock.. that can get bitches.”

that’s it. the sudden urge to prove yourself to him overtakes you as you snap back, “i bet your ‘monster cock’ has never even seen head as good as what i can give.” another laugh— until he realizes you’re serious. the smile falls right off of his face. you don’t miss the way his fists clench around the blanket he’s leaning back on; or the slight strain in his voice as he answers, voice suddenly low and almost breathless- “yeah?”

you were right; beomgyu’s cock has never gotten head as good as what you’re giving him right now as your throat bottoms out with a filthy gag, no hesitation when you lift off with a pop before sucking on him hard enough to send his head reeling. you know what.. maybe beomgyu wouldn’t mind being proved wrong more often after all. but of course, he has to prove himself to you now, too. <3

taehyun: “if… you want to” he definitely wants to

taehyun was stressed. that was clear to anybody; the recent storm closing the businesses down for the week, including the local gym, and his own job that he of course relied on to pay rent. you had been over at his apartment when the weather took a turn for the worse; so now here you were, snowed in with no where to go, forced to work from taehyun’s computer, eat his food, and wear his clothes. (the latter of which neither of you would admit to being turned on by. …….yet.) taehyun was doing his best to work out from home with what little equipment he had, although he wasn’t able to do much, which frustrated him to no end — not as much because he was a gym rat, but more because it was his primary stress reliever. so today it doesn’t help, of course, that his pretty best friend is currently sat at his desk in one of his baggy sweatshirts and a pair of sweatpants that she had to roll 6 times to fit her little legs.

he didn’t mean to snap at you. when you accidentally knocked his extra monitor off the desk and onto the floor, cracking the screen, it was just because you turned around too fast— you were excited to see him :(— but it’s the last straw of the day for taehyun. he can’t work out properly, his job isn’t paying him during the off-time, he’s had a constant boner from you hanging around in his clothes all week, and now- now he’ll need to go get his stupid monitor fixed once the weather clears up. “shit, tae, i’m so sorry-“

“god, why are you so fucking clumsy, y/n?”

the silence causes instant realization as his eyes snap up to meet your wide, now-watery ones. “i’m.. i’m sorry..” you whisper, and immediately he wants to punch himself. “fuck,” he groans as he shakes his head, coming to kneel down in front of the chair you were still sitting in. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to snap at you like that. you’re not clumsy. i know it was an accident, please don’t cry.. i’ll pay for the monitor. it wasn’t your fault.” he’s murmuring while he soothes his hand up and down your arm. you’re shaking your head as you wipe at your eyes. “no, no, it’s okay; i know you didn’t mean to snap. i’m still sorry though. let me help pay for it…. i know you’ve been stressed, tyunnie.” you say the last part quieter, gentler as you meet his eyes. he hates that his cock twitches in his pants at something so innocent; but what you say next makes him feel much better about his own perverted thoughts.

you’re nervous about your next words. you really hope you’ve been reading the room right this last week. “let me help you..?”

his eyes widen, before he quickly recovers in an attempt to keep a level expression. “help.. me?” do you mean what he thinks you mean??? “the weather still sucks. there’s not much you can do, sweetheart.” he chuckles, testing the waters with a pet name as he studies your face carefully for a reaction. his eyes flicker down and quickly back up when your thighs squeeze together marginally in response. a-ha. “no, tyun… let me help you here.” you whisper with a soft, testing touch to the band of his sweatpants. oh, so you definitely mean what he thinks you mean.

who really needs the gym or your own closet after all, when you look so pretty on your knees for him with his cock down your throat as he calls you his pretty girl and promises to fuck you so good later just like you deserve? not the two of you, apparently. <3

huening kai: *spits out his drink* coughing fit

kai wasn’t kidding when he told you that he might be too busy to hang out if you came over, although this wasn’t exactly what you’d had in mind. when you headed over to his apartment you figured he was caught up studying for some big exam or something of the like; what you didn’t think you’d find was him yelling into his headset at beomgyu as his fingers flew over the buttons of his controller, leaning forward in his seat with crazy eyes and 3 open cans of energy drinks next to the screen. you sigh. “kai, really? this is what you meant by ‘too busy’..?” he jumps slightly at the sudden sound of your voice in his room, but doesn’t turn around. “y/n! yeah, sorry- i’m just in the middle of- FUCKING MOVE, BEOMGYU! of a tournament right now, been trying to rank up for hours- BEOMGYU!!!”

you wince at the intermittent screaming, plopping down on his bed to watch as you hear gyu’s protests of self-defense piercing through your best friend’s headset. “i think you’ll need a hearing aid after this..” you mumble, receiving no response as expected. however, you get bored after scrolling through your phone for a while, sulking shamelessly at the lack of attention you were receiving — although you were warned that if you came over he might not have any to give. you sigh, but you understand; these tournaments are important to hyuka, even if you couldn’t care less about them yourself. don’t get me wrong, you love gaming too, especially with your friends— especially with kai — but you weren’t exactly as obsessed as they were when it came to being the biggest legend in this group of - you squint - 100 players that this world has ever seen.

selfishly, you had almost even hoped for more from this evening… you’ve been trying to drop hints lately at your feelings for kai, although your level of success was yet to be determined. this would be the first instance all week that you’d have some alone time together; despite his claim to busyness, you still figured you’d try your luck by coming over. you eye the 3 energy drinks and his bouncing legs with a chuckle. what are my options here? hmm.. you’d worn some particularly short shorts tonight, knowing he’d definitely notice the plushness of your thighs.. experimentally, you stand up and approach his desk, standing next to it so he’d be able to see you if he shifted his eyes to the right. “hyuka, want me to get you some water? i don’t think you need any more of these.” you fiddle with one of the cans on his desk. he hums distractedly in response; you can tell he hadn’t heard what you said. “hyuka..” this time you reach out to card your fingers through his hair, effectively causing his fixed stare to snap briefly over to you in surprise; ‘briefly’ turning into a momentary distraction as his gaze catches onto your shorts, flitting back and forth between the screen and your soft thighs. “h-huh?”

“some water?” you repeat innocently. “o-oh, uh, yeah..”

when you come back, to say you’re shocked is an understatement as the bulge in his shorts has seemingly popped up out of no where, and the bright pink blush on his cheeks tells you he knows it, too. you don’t realize you’re standing there staring at it with the glass of water still in your hand until kai quickly mutes his mic, eyes still glued to the screen as he groans “i’m so sorry y/n, please don’t think i’m gross, i- i had no time to grab a pillow, we’re in the middle of a battle and my score is-“ wordlessly, you’re sinking to your knees and situating yourself beneath the desk. his bouncing legs freeze. “what- fuck, w-what are you-“

“can i help you? you can keep playing your game,” you ask sweetly. the sight of your innocent eyes blinking up at him nearly has him cumming in his shorts then and there as he breathes out, “fuck- are you sure?”

you definitely show him how sure you are as you worship his cock with your throat, all sloppy and wet, making sure his mic stays muted so beomgyu can’t hear the way you’re making him whine and moan as he bucks his hips up into your mouth the best he can. now just wait until his tournament is over and he has you all to himself. <3

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sh1-n0bu · 6 months

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𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 22: double dom with dan heng from hsr

warnings: two readers, cock/strap/shaft/length traditions, praise, degrading, double penetration, overstimulation, dacryphilia, creampie, squirting, oral, slapping, slight feminization, slight breeding, love confessions even though reader and dan heng are in relationship, shit gets messy

notes: if yall didnt like normal dan heng, yall dont deserve lunae. i die by this statement

“what a whore. look at him, squealing like he wants more”

“won’t you shut the fuck up? and don’t call dan heng ‘whore’ again unless you want to have your jaw broken”

all dan heng could do was let out a high pitched embarrassed squeal again as he comes on your hand again. his face was flushed red, all the way to his shoulders. bare skin covered in sweat, tears and drool as he tries to make sense of who it was that was fucking his hole open now.

it was weird to wake up to the noise of commotion. especially if the commotion was caused by two you. at first dan heng thought he was having some super weird dream. he tried slapping himself, pinching himself and even thought if his food or drink was spiked with something weird.

but no. none of it was sadly true and the situation he woke up to was very much real. there, standing over the side of the bed were two [name]s. exact carbon copies of one another except one was cussing the other out more while the other was calm and collected. but the calm one was losing their shit more and more as the other [name] spits curses at them.

somehow, it ends up in this little competition between the two [name]s to see which one can fuck him better.

one was gentle with him. coaxing him gently, peppering kisses on his neck and whispering soothing words in his ear. praising him for how pretty he looks, how he was so beautiful and ethereal, how he was doing such a good job as dan heng gags and chokes around your cock. saliva slipping from the side of his mouth, slipping down his chin as his whines get muffled with your length down his throat, causing slight bulge in them.

the other was mean. degrading him, calling him a filthy whore for letting himself get used by two [name]s. a fucking slut for willingly opening his legs wide and allowing his cute puckering hole to get fucked over and over. their strap pushing their own cum deeper inside him, pushing him into impossible, near painful positions as dan heng cries fat globs of tears. he never knew that his lover could be mean. even more, he didn’t knew that he would be so damn turned on by the mean slaps to his inner thigh, making him squeal and clench around the mean one like a harlot.

dan heng didn’t knew which one to focus on. all he could do was lay there on the bed. spread out with his inner thighs and ass red from the mean one’s slaps. his own cum painting his stomach as he sobs in a twisted sense of pain and pleasure. he felt so full, he was so sure that he was going to bend the biology of a vidyadhara and get pregnant.

by the mean [name] or by the gentle [name], he didn’t knew. he couldn’t even tell if the one who was keeping his legs open as he trashes and whimpers of feeling so full is his own [name] of this reality.

“you’re doing it wrong. fuck him hard like you mean it, dumb fuck. look at him. he’s getting my hard work all over the place!”

a voice hisses, angry and annoyed by the sound of it. a hand comes to knead his sore ass, making dan heng let out a choked whimper and cling to the other one tighter. ah, the one whose cock was inside him right now was the gentle one.

“guunck—! puh-please… can’t… i can’t take more… please please pleaseplease—! [n-name], you’re gonna break me… aaanh♡︎!!” dan heng lets out a loud moan. shrill and drawn out like a girl’s as his thighs shake from where they’re wrapped around your waist.

clinging to the gentle one was his only source of comfort and grounding. if not, dan heng was sure that his mind will break and his brain would get fried from the overwhelming amount of pleasure and pain.

“shut up, slut. you’re going to have to take everything if you want to decide who’s the winner here” the angry one grunts, kneading his already red and sore ass before slapping him again. dan heng twitches, bucking his hips as he tries to escape the mean one’s hold on him only to grind your cock against his prostate. he was shooting blanks from just that. body too overstimulated to keep going. but he wanted to. the sick perverted part of his mind wanted to feel the pain.

spreading his asscheeks apart with both hands, the poser takes a moment. eerily silent and calm faced as they watch the both of your mixed cum slowly ooze out of his loose hole, dripping down onto the mattress below. it created more wet stain in the already messed up mattress. but it also gave the poser an idea.

all the while you whispered of love and gentle reassurances into the ruined man’s ear, the other you shuffle closer until their chest was flush against dan heng’s back. the faraway look in his teary eyes, the old tearstains and the drool covering his chin was more than enough proof that dan heng was far gone. mind filled with statics as he can only take and take and take whatever’s given to him.

“hey, shift him a bit and pull out until your tip, will you?” the other you says, tapping your hips. for a moment, you just wanted to tell your doppelgänger to fuck off and go back to their own reality. but the excited look in their eyes got you sighing as you fulfill what they asked.

pulling out until only your tip is inside his gaping hole, you whisper more sweet nothings to dan heng when he whimpers at the feeling. he was already so spent. he possibly can’t handle what your other half was planning. but you were possessive and that trait mixed with a feeling of wanting to prove that you’re worth dan heng made you simply shut up.

fingering the dripping cum back inside his twitching warm walls, your doppelgänger hooks a finger at his loose hole. slowly spreading him out more and more, little by little, you were too slow to realize until dan heng was trashing about, sobbing and crying about how he was going to break until his jaws go slack in a silent scream. his spent cock squirting over his tummy again.

“t-too much… break… ‘m gonna breakkk aanh aahg ghiick♡︎ gyaack! c-cocks mmmgh uungh—! too much♡︎♡︎!”

the reserved and deadly guard of the astral express, shaking his head as he cries, creating new tear stain marks as he drools all over himself. great amount of his own cum staining his stomach, hair stuck to his forehead as he sweats all over. each time his mouth opens, it’s to let out shrill, girlish moans and squeals. the sound lewd and downright pornographic as it draws out, followed by the sound of two cocks sinking deeper into his tight and eager hole inch by inch.

“fuck—! mmgh so fucking tight, i can’t even move my hips. see that? that’s my cute little breeding bitch. cunt all tight and eager as always” your doppelgänger chuckles, hands coming up to twist and pull at his sensitive, swollen nipples. dan heng shakes his head furiously, denying the poser’s words with all his heart.

it was when your poser placed a kiss on his neck, ready to bite him and mark his skin did he let out a noise of denial. placing his trembling hand over their face, he shoves them away with what little strength did he had left. clinging to your form tightly with his chest flush against yours, you were glad that it was dan heng who protested. because if he hadn’t you would have broken more than just a few bones.

“uhnn!! not [name]! n-not my [name]!” dan heng whines, clinging to you with a vice grip. the thought of being marked by someone else — even if said someone else was technically [name] from another reality — dan heng hated it. he hated the idea of carrying someone else’s love bite on him, if not his own [name].

“not my [name]… i love you… i love you, [name]! mine, only mine! only m-my [name] gets to fuck a baby in me—♡︎!” before you could even make sense of his slurred blabbering words, dan heng passes out. face serene, forehead resting on your shoulder as he continues to grip onto you even in his unconscious state.

ah, the feeling of being in love and loving in return. but that aside, it’s time to punch this annoying doppelgänger of yours before taking care of your unconscious darling—

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little-diable · 4 months

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All to myself - Prof!Tom Riddle (smut)

Prof and priest fics are without doubt my faves. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Another student tries to touch the reader, so Professor Riddle has to remind his TA that she is his, only his. Pwp

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, oral(m), power play, profxta

Pairing: Prof!Tom Riddle x fem!TA!reader (1.8k words)

She felt his eyes on her, watching her every move as if he was worried about her doing something wrong, messing up his classroom. No matter what she did or touched, his eyes followed her around like a shadow. A shadow sewn to his boots, unable to escape her boss, the one whose every command she blindly followed.

“I’ll expect your papers on my desk Friday afternoon, I won’t accept any tardiness.” Professor Riddle’s voice filled the room, instantly shutting up his chatting students. All eyes were drawn to his piercing ones, staring at the tall professor who acted like their god, the deity they’d have to worship. “If you have any further questions, find (y/n), she can help you.”

(Y/n)’s eyes snapped towards the professor, hands freezing midair. Not once had he addressed her like that in class and told his students that she could help them out, hidden in the dark corners of the room as if he was scared to share her with them. She couldn’t stop the heat from flushing through her, eyes forced back down to the book she had been combing through, highlighting the pages he had asked her to prepare.

“I’ll see you next week.” With his last words echoing through the room, the students quickly rose to their feet, set on disappearing from the room and the professor they all feared. He watched them scurry out of the room, lips pulled into an almost satisfied smirk.

“Did you find the pages, (y/n)?” He leaned against the desk, arms crossed in front of his chest, no longer caring about the handful of students who were still packing their things. She could only nod, unable to meet his eyes, not when she was reminded of the way he had touched her not even twelve hours ago, once again finding comfort in one another’s touch.

Well, perhaps it wasn’t about comfort for him, perhaps it was all about claiming her, about owning the young woman who had joined his class as a student last year and was now working for him as his teaching assistant. A power hierarchy she had always feared, not daring to overstep, at least not till he had made the first move, not giving her a way out.

“Good, come to my office tonight so we can prepare for next week’s class.”

……

“Thank you so much for your help, (y/n).” A tight smile played on her lips, trying to keep her distance from the student who had found her a few minutes ago. She had been on her way to Professor Riddle’s office, carrying the books of his she had borrowed when the guy had forced her to a halt. He had instantly dropped his questions on her, smirking at the already annoyed woman.

“Of course, now, if you excuse me, I need to find Professor Riddle.” She wanted to turn from him, wanting to disappear from the student who made her feel all too uncomfortable. But his hand darted out, fingers wrapped around her wrist to keep her close. Her breath hitched in her chest at the unwanted touch, eyes flickering from her wrist to his dark pupils.

“Why the hurry, (y/n)? I think he can wait a few more minutes for you. Don’t you find it weird how he treats you? As if you’re some toy he owns.” Her throat felt tight, mouth too dry to reply, wanting to rip herself from the man’s grasp, though without any luck. The grasp he had on her wrist only got tighter, sure to leave marks she’d have to cover for the next days.

“Let me go, please.” The student’s laugh was drowned out by the sound of fast-approaching steps, making a shadow appear behind (y/n)’s frame. Instantly the student let go of (y/n), trying to flee from the scene as Professor Riddle stared him down. Within seconds the professor had the guy pressed against the nearest wall, forcing a gasp from (y/n).

“If I ever catch you touching (y/n), even looking at her, I will end you. Do you hear me, Mister Kerry?” No reply left the student, unable to speak up, only able to quickly nod his head. The second the man let go of him, he fled from the scene, leaving (y/n) and the professor behind.

For a few seconds, neither of them spoke, with Professor Riddle turning towards (y/n), eyes focused on her already bruised wrist. With wide eyes she watched him carefully reach for her hand, momentarily studying her skin before he began to pull her down the hallway, straight to his office. Her heart was pounding, racing against her ribcage to try and warn the oblivious woman of the danger lying ahead. But there was no escaping, she was tied to him like a boat tied to the dock, rocking with the waves though kept in place by the tight rope.

“How did you find me?” (Y/n)’s whispers filled his barely alight office, drawing a dangerous chuckle from the man, a sound so strong (y/n)’s body kept trembling, littered with goosebumps.

“It’s not typical for you to be late, and I seem to find you no matter where you are. I don’t share what is mine, and especially not you.” His voice dripped with possessiveness, hand cupping her warm cheek before his lips crashed against hers, leaving the woman moaning. Within a few moments (y/n) was forced against his desk, caged between the expensive wooden craft and his tall frame. “You’re mine, mine alone, never forget that, pet.”

“I won’t. I am sorry.” She wasn’t sure what she was apologising for, and yet it only felt right to do so. The words seemed to please the professor, studying her for another second or two before an almost teasing “Prove how sorry you are” left him. Without protesting, (y/n) dropped to her knees, glassy eyes staring up at the tall man, watching him free his already hard cock with skilled movements.

(Y/n) parted her lips like she had done numerous times before, in this very position, for the brooding man only. He forced his cock into her mouth without another warning, finding enjoyment in her gasps, the surprise filling her eyes, the trembling of her hand. She was his pet, the one he had claimed the first time she had stepped into his office, forever his.

“Atta, girl, such a perfect mouth.” Her hum left him groaning, ringed hand finding her hair as his head momentarily rolled back. Professor Riddle’s eyes fluttered close, enjoying the fast bobbing motion, the way her tongue took care of his ache just like he needed her to. If there was one thing (y/n) found pride in, it was satisfying the tall man, drawing these sounds from his mouth – sounds she’d think of whenever her thoughts started to wander.

“C’mon, you can take a bit more, don’t hold back, pet.” (Y/n) struggled to take more, and yet she was set on following whatever he asked of her, trying to loosen her jaw. One tear after another spilt from her eyes, dripping down onto his expensive carpet, leaving yet another stain he’d never wipe away. She wasn’t used to hearing his praises, and yet whenever he did praise her, (y/n) hoped that her mind would never forget about these moments, cherishing every sound he made.

She felt his cock twitch in her mouth, staring up at the moaning man as her hands added more speed to their movements, pumping the parts her mouth couldn’t reach. If there was one thing she was set on, it was tasting his release, wanting him to leave his stain on her tongue before he fucked her, a wish the man wouldn’t fulfill today. He pulled away before he could give in, letting go of her hair, only to pull (y/n) to her feet. The professor manhandled her onto his table, front pushed against the cold wood as his hands pulled her trousers and panties down her legs.

“Such a messy whore for your professor, look at the way you’re dripping.” His dark chuckles left (y/n) impatiently moaning, hands clinging to the edge of the table, already preparing for the first of many ferocious thrusts. She heard him spit into his hand, once again lubing his cock up before he pushed into her from behind, drawing a moan from the both of them.

He fucked her hard, fast, not caring about her need to adjust, or the pained whimpers leaving her. No, this was a lesson, a lesson crafted for her only, reminding the young woman that she was his, his only. No other man would ever manage to fuck her like this. No other man would ever manage to draw these sounds from her parted lips.

His toy, his pet, his woman.

Curses left her whenever his cock managed to nudge the spot that left her seeing stars, squeezing her eyes shut to try and focus on the intimate moment, the need to feel his cock forcing her walls apart with every thrust, the ache he left behind between her legs. This wasn’t about taking their time, about cherishing one another’s closeness, this was solemnly to scratch that inch inside of them, fuelled by their possessiveness.

“Please, oh please, professor.” A hum left the man, forcing one arm around her waist to rub her pulsing bundle, driving her closer and closer to the edge. “Please let me cum, oh god, please.”

“Cum for me, pet. Let them hear who is fucking you, who is the only one allowed to touch you.” His name rolled off (y/n)’s tongue as she came, trying to prolong the moment for as long as possible. The professor kept snapping his hips, forcing his cock deeper and deeper, wanting to leave his stain on her walls, set on imprinting himself on her cunt. His dark, raspy moans left her gasping, feeling his hand tighten its grip on her flesh as he came inside of her, giving room to one last groan.

“You’re mine to touch, mine only, don’t you ever forget that, (y/n).”

#Tom Riddle smut #Tom Riddle imagine #Tom Riddle x reader #prof fic #Harry Potter smut

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midnight-hotel · 3 months

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Missing (Alastor x Reader)

My first fic in 4+ years, please go easy on me. This story occurs during and after the final episode of season one. Enjoy and feel free to give feedback!

Coughs racked your body as you struggled to take in a breath of dust polluted air. Pain shot through your undoubtedly broken ribs and back with every cough, blood splattering across your bottom lip and tongue, amplifying the smell of iron in the air. Wrapping an arm around yourself, you stared up at the executioner who was quickly approaching with their broken spear.

‘Shit- I might actually die here…’

They lunged, ready to plunge their holy weapon through your skull. You tried, with all your might, to push off the wall and away from death’s path, failing to notice that it wouldn’t have come to begin with. The next time you looked back at the angel, they were on the ground, covered in their alarmingly golden blood, several holes littering their body.

Looking around, alarmed, you realised that you had been saved, but by who? Your eyes briefly met with Angel Dust’s, and in that moment, you knew your saviour. With no time to show your gratitude, you spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground and stood, grabbing the angel’s broken weapon to take as your own. If Alastor’s shield could fail, then there was no way you could take a moment to stop and breathe, everyone needed you to keep fighting, as much as you needed them to as well. You could only hope they were all okay.

It seemed like there was no end to the onslaught of angels. They just kept coming out of that damned doorway into heaven. You were growing tired, injuries burning and only getting worse, but stopping now would only lead to your death and possibly the death of others. Stabbing another Angel through the chest, you kicked their body away, stealing their intact spear to replace the broken one you had left in the corpse. That’s when you heard more commotion from behind and then an irritatingly familiar voice. Turning, you understood why everything had kicked up a gear.

Adam was still alive? But that could only mean…

“Alastor!” His name tore up your throat as you quickly looked up towards the roof of the hotel. Shit- he couldn’t be… but would he have really allowed Adam to get away and rejoin the fight?

Dropping the spear in your hands, you ran for the hotel, barging in through the doors and rushing up the stairs. You needed to get to him. He couldn’t be dead.

Third floor.

The whole building began to shake as you reached the third floor. Looking down the stairwell, just barely able to see through the dust, you could make out Dazzle and… was that Vaggie? You contemplated jumping down to help- Dazzle was clearly not about to get up but… you needed to get to Alastor. Vaggie would be fine. So, you continued running up the stairs- cursing yourself for not being in better shape.

Sixth Floor.

The building shook again. ‘Shit- I don’t know if I’m going to make it up there.’ It sounded like the fight had made it to the top of the hotel already. Based on the rubble constantly falling overhead and how the place was quickly falling apart.

Seventh Floor.

There was a bright light- a flash really- and you think you heard screaming? Fuck it, there had been non stop screaming for the past hour, what was one more? Your vision had hardly cleared from the flashbang when the whole building started to come down. Dropping to the ground, you tucked yourself into a corner, hoping that there was enough structural strength in that section of the building to prevent you from being crushed. The last thing you could recall was the feeling of something falling on top.

Who knows how much time had passed before you were being pulled from the rubble. There was too much going on- too many people talking at once, too many people hovering… you reached out, swatting away the faces that were too close.

“Alastor… where’s Alastor?” you croaked, trying to push yourself up into a seated position. Your beaten body screamed at you- begging for you to just lay there and rest, but you needed to know if he was okay- needed to know where he was.

Multiple hands helped you up, but you took no notice of who it was. From who you could see, the makeshift army hadn’t lost too many numbers but everyone was about as fucked up as you were.

“We… don’t know…” You turned your head to Charlie who looked as if she had been crying. Of course she had… out of everyone, losing anyone would have hit her the hardest. Your heart sank. No one had seen him? Looking around at the others- even Husk shook his head, almost looking worried, before he spoke up.

“He’s not dead. Not yet anyway. That asshole’s probably hiding away somewhere, butt hurt that he lost to an angel,” he grunted out, subconsciously bringing a hand to his throat. Of course Husk would know if Alastor was gone… he’s bound to him after all.

“He could be buried under there though- we need to search. He could be dying in there,” You tried to argue, standing only to stumble back into what used to be the hotel.

Angel Dust grabbed you by the wrist to stop you, pulling you back. “Easy there Doll Face. We’ll find him or he’ll show up. You’re in no state to go digging through what’s left right now.”

It wasn’t fair. How could everyone walk away from the disaster that was once their home while there were still people missing?

That was three weeks ago. As you laid in bed, in a room provided by Lucifer himself to those who had nowhere else to go, you stared up at the ceiling, thinking the last few weeks over. Everyone’s injuries had been healing pretty well, though yours were a tad worse since you had the building come down on top of you. There was a lot of talk about rebuilding the hotel. Plans had been drawn up and Charlie and Lucifer had teamed up to clear the rubble from the original hotel so that everyone could start building fresh when the time was right.

There was also a lot of talk on what to do about the lost lives. Memorials were being planned out, names of the fallen cannibals taken down in order to properly remember those who sacrificed themselves for the cause, a painting for Pentious and even a statue of some kind. You hadn’t really been listening to that part. You hadn’t listened to much at all really, either constantly lost in thought or bed bound by your injuries. You were getting pretty sick of not being present, physically and mentally.

As you closed your eyes to sleep, something inside the room moved. Eyes snapping back open, you quickly looked to where you saw the movement, just barely catching the tail end of a shadow disappearing from outside your door. Climbing out of bed, you pulled a robe over your bandaged body and quickly exited the room, looking around for whatever it was that you had just seen. There was no one in sight. All the other occupied rooms in the hallway had their doors closed and lights off, so you doubted it was one of them. Right as you were about to head back into the room, you saw it again, rushing around a corner.

Quickly you ran after it, hoping that by the time you reached the corner, it wouldn’t have disappeared. Injuries, mostly healed but still tender, began to ache from the sudden strain as you tried to keep up with the shadow that passed through another door.

Before you could open it and continue your pursuit, you had to stop and catch your breath. Healing ribs ached and your once punctured lung protested with every deep breath taken. Sucking in one more deep breath, you pushed yourself to open the door, leading out into the courtyard. Pretty big place for just one person to be living in most of the time, but this is the home of the king of hell himself, so you supposed it was fitting.

Subconsciously holding your ribs, you looked around for the shadowy figure again, but in the dark, there was no way you would be able to see it so easily. Without really realising it, you had walked further into the courtyard, admiring the garden in the small amount of light that was available. ‘Lots of roses… surprised there isn’t an apple tree or something.’

“They are quite beautiful aren’t they?” A voice suddenly spoke up, making you jump. Whipping around, wincing as your bruises and stitches stretched, you eyed off the culprit.

“Of course, I much prefer Nerium over roses.”

“Alastor…” Standing before you was the man who had made this last week a living hell. Did he not realise how much sleep you had lost, not knowing if he was okay? How worried you had been?

“Only because they’re toxic you freak…” you retorted softly, not even sure if he had heard it as you slowly approached him.

“I had a feeling it was your shadow I had seen… You’re the only sonofabitch I know who can do that.”

Stopping just short of the man, you stared up at him with tired eyes. He looked down at you, that stupid grin on his face, like it always was.

“Now Darling, must you use such language during our happy reunion? Aren’t you happy to see me?” He mocked, before you weakly punched him in the chest.

You hadn’t even realised it but you had started crying sometime after seeing him standing there. “You asshole… Don’t you know how fucking worried I was about you? Where have you been?” You hit him again, hardly bothering him by the looks of it, as he hardly flinched with every hit. He was a lot stronger than you were… but you supposed you didn’t really want to hurt him.

“Why couldn’t you have at least told us you were okay? Why didn’t you show yourself? I was scared you were dying under the hotel or something- after losing Pentious- I don’t know what we would have done if we found you dead as well.”

A hand dropped onto the top of your head, silencing you and you stopped hitting him, dropping your arms and instead, falling forward to rest your head on his chest.

“I apologise for causing you such grief my dear. I must be honest, I had some loose ends I needed to tie off before I could return. If I had been able to inform you of my whereabouts, I would have,” Alastor remarked, a familiar, almost comforting radio static coating every word.

“Everything is okay now though isn’t it? We’re all alive and we can start rebuilding the hotel much faster now that I’m back! Though I must say, I am honoured that you care so much!”

You shut your eyes, concentrating on the hand that was gently petting your head before pulling back. “You’re a liar. You got hurt. You can fool everyone else as much as you want Al… but you can’t fool me that easily. I’ve known you far too long for that. You got hurt and you should have come to me. Hell, I was coming after you- to help you and I got crushed because of it!” You didn’t mean to raise your voice, or blame him for the building falling on top of you, it just happened. You wiped your tears away with the back of your hand and watched as his gaze softened a little while his smile remained.

“You said it yourself (Y/N), you’ve known me too long, to think I didn’t get away. But, if it’s all the same, I apologise. I truly never meant to frighten you.” Alastor cupped your cheek, gently guiding you to meet his red gaze. “I promise, from now on, I will assure you I am okay before running anymore of my long term errands. Okay?”

Anyone could tell he was still hiding things from you, but what more could you do? You knew him well, but you didn’t think anyone truly knew what was going on inside of Alastors mind other than Alastor himself.

“Okay…”

“Wonderful Darling. Come now, I do believe we should be getting you back to bed. Those wounds aren’t going to finish healing if you keep running around like a headless chicken.” Spinning you around, he set a hand onto your lower back and started heading you back to your room so that you could get some rest. Typical Alastor… always quick to disturb and dismiss… but at least he was okay. You felt like, as long as he was okay, maybe you could be okay as well.

#admin #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor #alastor x reader #x reader #reader #oneshot #angst #injury

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sunghoonnsupremacy · 2 months

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✮ DRUNK HABITS.

- bff!yang jungwon x bff!reader

- genre : a little bit of smut

- warnings : making out, fingering, mentions of drinking, alot of cussing and dirtytalk, reader is reffered to as slut & good girl.

- wordcount : 591

- a/n : this wasn't supposed to get so long but i was horny and tired so here we are (wrote this under 20 minutes, not proofread)

jungwons lips slide over yours for the tenth time the past minute as the light smell of grape flavoured soju lingers in both of your breaths. his hand slowly leaves your thigh, moving towards your clothed core. your breath hitches in your throat, taking a break from kissing him. "can i?" his eyes don't leave yours when his hand begins caressing your upper thigh. you nod, too scared your voice will betray you. he clicks his tongue and pinches your thigh softly, receiving a whimper from you.

he holds you by your waist, bringing you to sit on his lap as he whispers in your ear. "words, y/n. tell me you want this." you mentally curse at yourself for falling apart so easily but you find the courage to reply. "please.. wonie. I want it." muttering a praise, jungwons lips find yours again as right his index and middle finger circle your clit through your panties that are exposed by your short mini skirt. you try to kiss back but with the pressure on your bundle of nerves, it's hard.

his fingers slide your panties to the side and rub against your opening, collecting the layer of slick covering it. you bite your lip in order to conceal your moans when he slowly presses one of his fingers inside and lays you down on the couch, hovering over you. his eyes bore into yours when his finger reaches deep inside your cunt. "think you can take another one, baby?"

you nod but he immediately slows his pace, sighing. "use your fucking words or this won't continue." feeling you clench at his dirty talk, he chuckles and continues his torturingly slow pace. "I-I can take it. please just- let me cum." jungwon smirks and adds his middle finger inside you, speeding up.

you can already hear the wet noises coming from your cunt, making you moan even louder. he adds a finger without informing you, erupting a loud moan from your throat. "fuck- wonie!" he slams them inside repeatedly, his dick getting hard at your constant clenching around his slim fingers. seeing you're close to your orgasm, he begins rubbing your clit with his thumb. you yelp, coming undone on his fingers. jungwon keeps going till your legs shake- your cum coating his fingers. he pulls them out after a few minutes, groaning at the amount of cum.

"didn't think you were such a slut, y/n. letting your own bestfriend finger fuck you while drunk?" he scoffs, gripping you by your chin and forcing you to open your mouth, slamming his fingers inside. "taste so good, right? might have to stuff my fingers inside you more often." you slurp up all your juices, looking up at him with a fucked out look in your eyes. jungwon removes his fingers when he feels they're all clean and pats your cheek softly.

"good girl." you could practically feel yourself getting wet at that- or was it just the soju? he wipes you clean with a tissue and lays down beside you, wrapping a arm around your waist and laying you on top of him. "I'll give you head if you buy me food next time." you let out a breathy sigh, laying your head on his chest.

he rolls his eyes and squeezes your waist. "you'll be sucking me off without me buying you food, trust me." you look up at him with a challenging smirk. "yeah? we'll see about that." he smirks back at you, running his fingers through your hair. "challenge accepted, baby."

#-sunghoonnsupremacy #enhypen smut #enhypen #enhypen jungwon #jungwon #yang jungwon #enhypen hard hours #jungwon hard hours #jungwon smut

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onlyhuis · 15 days

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study buddies

member — junhui x f reader genre — smut, college au word count — 1.6k synopsis — with finals right around the corner it's important that you know the vocab for the exam, and your boyfriend has the perfect study method to help you. warnings — descriptions of female anatomy (not super detailed this time), choking, marking, hair pulling, fingers in mouth, dry humping, teasing/very light degradation?, he's a little bit subby in this one (m receiving for all the above warnings) notes — requested by @pinkhwacherries & also by @tigerhoshi25 — thanks to @onlymingyus for making sure i don't sound insane !! this is feral and wildly self indulgent i hope yall like it. also very sorry to bio/med readers i'm an english major so if the anatomy terms i used are wrong plsplspls ignore it i am but a humble incompetent smut writer. if you liked this and want to see more, be sure reblog with comments or send me an ask! <3

"baby, you're never gonna pass your exam if you don't stop staring at me and start studying," jun giggles, pointing at your textbook from where he sits at the edge of your bed.

you pout and cross your arms, leaning back in your chair. you had been zoning out, watching jun play games on his phone while you're supposed to be studying. "it's not my fault you're prettier to look at."

he blushes and hides his face, leaning over your desk. "are you sure you wouldn't rather look at—" he pauses to read from your textbook, horribly mispronouncing the vocabulary, "—the sternohyoid muscle?”

"i give up," you say with a groan, leaning your head back against the chair. "it's so boring, i hate this class. why did i even take anatomy?"

he shrugs. "well, boring or not, you'll feel worse if you fail the class and have to retake credits.”

you turn to glare at him, but you know he's right. with a sigh you lean over your textbook, your head in your hands as you stare down at the words.

jun clears his throat, and you glance up at him to see what he wants now. "would it help you remember if you had… a real life example?" he says, almost shyly.

"and where exactly am i gonna find one?" you ask, cocking your eyebrow at him.

gently he takes your hand and brings it up to his neck, pressing your palm against his adam's apple. automatically you wrap your fingers around his neck, like you've done so many times before but never in this context. it catches you off-guard, your stomach beginning to warm at the feeling of his throat moving beneath your hand.

"does that feel better?" he asks, his voice suddenly a little more rough than it usually is.

you blink, trying to remember what you’re supposed to be doing right now. “better, as opposed to…?”

you can see the warmth creeping into his cheeks, but he doesn’t take back his offer. “is it helping you focus more, i mean?”

you pause, your eyes flitting over his face. exams are the absolute last thing on your mind right now. “yes—no. yes?”

he slides your textbook off the desk and onto his lap, never breaking eye contact until he looks down at the page. “submandibular triangle,” he reads.

“huh?”

he repeats the words, covering the diagram with his hand to block your view. “i’m quizzing you.”

“right.” your mind goes blank. “um… here.”

you reposition your hand, pressing your thumb gently underneath his chin. he lets out a quiet gasp, and your fingers tighten ever so slightly at the sound.

“larynx?” you move your fingers lower, and he quickly glances down at the page again, picking out another. “external jugular vein.”

“you’re giving me easy ones,” you say, lowering your hand a few centimeters. you run your thumb along the side of his throat, gently tracing the vein that bulges out. “here.”

he doesn’t have another word prepared, so you take it upon yourself to shift your hand, putting pressure on a section of his neck with your fingers.

his eyes flutter shut with a soft sigh, and the sudden urge to bite him overtakes you. ever so slowly you lean closer, your lips hovering next to him. you can hear his breath catch in his throat, feel his pulse quickening under your fingertips.

“i thought you were helping me study,” you say in a low voice, almost a whisper. your warm breath so close against his neck makes his skin prickle as his face flushes a deep shade of red.

suddenly he opens his eyes, looking down at you through his lashes. “fine. soft palate.” there’s a hint of mischief in his gaze that you recognize far too well.

you narrow your eyes at him, knowing exactly what he’s doing. “i can’t reach that one, jun. it’s inside your mouth.”

“and?”

“and i don’t think shoving my fingers in your mouth is going to help me remember all these for my exam.”

he shrugs and you can feel the muscles in his neck move, your grip still tight around him. “i think it’s worth a try.”

“you’re being difficult, junnie.” your fingers tighten again, a barely audible whimper escaping from his throat.

“maybe that’s on purpose.”

“and why would you be doing that? seems like that would make you a bad study partner.”

“maybe because i want you to kiss me instead.”

you shift your hand, cupping his neck with your palm. “well, how do you expect me to do that if my fingers are in your mouth?”

he pushes your textbook off his lap and onto the floor, giggling like it's the stupidest question he's ever heard and the answer should be obvious. “take them out first.”

you groan and pull him closer to you by the neck, crashing your lips against his. you can feel him smiling against your mouth and you know he's pleased with himself for this, so you squeeze your fingers just a little bit more until he moans.

you pull away from his mouth and start kissing his throat instead, starting at his jaw just beneath his chin and moving your lips downward. he groans and you feel his pulse jump under your tongue as you reposition your hand to press your thumb against his adam's apple.

your tongue swipes at the soft, pretty skin of his neck as you dig your fingers in and tilt his head to the side, giving you a better angle to begin sucking. he leans his head back, easily complying.

you shift from your chair and onto his lap, straddling him with your legs on either side of his thighs. you can feel his bulge pressing against your tummy as you sit down, and it gives your ego a boost knowing he's already rock hard.

the thought crosses your mind suddenly that it's a good thing you're wearing your thick fuzzy pajama pants instead of shorts like you normally do; otherwise he'd definitely be able to feel your pussy throbbing against his lap, and you're fighting not to give in to the desire so easily. you're practically dripping onto his lap, your panties sticking to you with wetness, but he doesn't need to know that just yet. right now, all you want him to focus on is how good your fingers feel on him and how much you're gonna make him regret teasing you.

his hands immediately grip your waist when you sit down, pulling you closer against his body. you start to suck harder on his neck, determined to make sure the marks you leave on him will stay for days afterwards. god, you better pass this fucking test.

you bite down on a little patch of skin and he bucks his hips up into you, fingertips squeezing your hips until his knuckles turn white. he groans loudly, a stream of barely comprehensible words flowing from his lips.

“will you be quiet?” you say, a little exasperated, but really you like the way he can't control his mouth. “you're supposed to be helping me focus.”

“i am he—” he starts, but you cut him off by sticking two fingers in his mouth, pressing down on his tongue.

“now, shut up.”

he moans in surprise but quickly accepts the intrusion, and you feel the electricity in your fingertips as he purses his lips and swirls his tongue around them. you have to hold back a moan yourself at the feeling, his spit coating your fingers and his tongue tickling your skin.

you let out a short, breathy laugh at his eagerness, rewarding him with a grind of your hips against his bulge. “good boy.”

you can see the lust flashing across his eyes at your words and it only makes you want to mark him more, finally removing your hand from around his neck and moving your fingers up to tug on the hair at the base of his scalp.

you shift your head from the side of his neck to the front, kissing up and down the column of his throat and delighting in the way he whimpers so prettily at your touch.

your exam is at the furthest back of your mind by now, but still you can't help but recall the vocab words and diagrams as you grip him. each muscle that contracts when he tries to moan around your fingers, each bone in his throat that you run your hand over, trying to ingrain it in your memory.

finally you pull your fingers out from between his lips, and he lets out a choked exhale when you wipe the spit off on his cheek, running the back of your hand along his chin to brush away his drool.

you pat his jaw gently, grinning at how out of breath he is. “you changed my mind. you're not a bad study partner, after all.”

and later that night he proves himself again, fucking you into your tiny twin mattress, his hand pressed against the back of your neck so you can feel the same pressure points as he did. and again the next morning before you leave, letting you kiss him until your mouth goes dry and trace every inch of him with your fingers.

after all that studying, needless to say, you ace your exam.

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bucksangel · 8 months

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milk and honey

pairing: alpha!Steve x alpha!Bucky, alpha!Steve x artist!omega!reader x alpha!bucky (poly)

word count: 7.9k

Summary: “Are you sure about this, Steve?” Bucky just needs to be sure, needs to know his boyfriend is certain before they try this again. And by the way Steve nods eagerly, he knows this time might be different.

“Okay, we’ll give it a shot”

or - alpha’s Bucky and Steve decide to bring an omega into their relationship.

Warnings: fluff out the assssss, flirting, reader is a little awkward, there are parts where it’s just Steve and Bucky, kissing, omegaverse, bucky is a tease, steve is very fond, handjobs, wet dreams, allusions to sex, 18+

a/n: this fic is dedicated to my heart and soul @buckysbarne

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“Hi! How can I help you?” A soft, honeyed voice sounds through the air, flowing up to Steve’s ears and making his skin tingle. He suddenly feels warm all over, and not because of the thick coat covering his broad shoulders to prevent the crisp autumn wind whipping outside from stinging his skin.

Slowly, he turns around, swallowing thickly at the sight before him.

A beautiful, young Omega with eyes that sparkle in the natural sunlight that shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her hair is pulled away from her face as best as possible and there are splatters of paint on the apron wrapped around her torso, as well as specks on her fingers. And her scent, oh God, the scent wafting up to his nostrils makes him want to rumble and puff out his chest, lavender and vanilla mixed with something undeniably and uniquely sweet that makes it hard for him to not lean forward and bury his face in the Omegas neck.

“Um, sir?” The Omega asks again, brows furrowed.

“S-Sorry, I, uh…” Steve trails off, clearing his throat. “I’m looking to get back into drawing, and I saw your studio as I was walking back to my apartment and thought I’d come in to see what you have.”

The Omega nods, a bright smile stretching across her face. “Well, I can show you around if you want? Do you have any specific mediums or pencils you were thinking of?”

Steve nods, a smile of his own now etched onto his face. “Yeah, that’d – that would be great. And, um, I don’t really know what I’m looking for. I used to draw with charcoal pencils, but I kind of want to branch out, you know?”

She nods again, her smile widening. “Yeah! Here,” she turns and waves her hand, indicating for Steve to follow her, “I have a bunch of different kinds of paper, and pens, we also have canvases, oh! And paints are over here.”

Steve trails behind her dumbly, nodding along to everything the pretty Omega says and listening to every word that spills out from her glossy lips – and for a moment he wonders if it’s flavored, cherry maybe, then thinks of kissing them to find out.

He doesn’t do that. Of course not. He’s only just met her, yet there’s already just something about her that makes him swoon. She makes him feel alive, like only Bucky can.

Suddenly, though, he’s slamming into her, not having realized she’d stopped in front of him until it was too late. But before she could fall back, Steve reaches for her hips to keep her upright.

The Omega squeals and grasps Steve’s biceps to steady herself. But, even after they’re both back in place, neither one of them removes their hold on the other. It’s silent for a moment, growing tense as Steve stares down at the pretty Omega he’s now holding. And the Omega, this beautiful little thing, is staring back up at him, mouth opening and closing as though she’s trying to find her words.

And after a few more tense moments, she finds them.

“S-Sir?”

“Steve,” he says quickly. “Um, my name is Steve.”

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“My name is Steve.”

Steve.

This man, Steve, is still holding on to your hips, and you can’t help but lightly squeeze his biceps, trying your hardest to not let out another squeak. He’s just so… manly. With his big, capable hands, biceps that you can feel through his coat, and his mouthwatering scent - bergamot and patchouli. There’s also an underlying smell of pure Alpha, the aura that surrounds this man would naturally pull any sane Omega in its orbit.

It takes a moment, but you’re able to snap out of your trance long enough to mumble your name. This makes Steve smile, repeating your name softly before squeezing at your hips and realizing, all at once, how little space there is between you two. Some part of your hindbrain wants to whine at the thought of leaving his space, but you pull away, nonetheless.

“Um, I-“ You try to think of something to say, something to make things a little less tense, and when you glance to your right you see a variety of canvases and remember that you’re at work.

“So, uh, were you thinking of any… pencils you might want?”

Steve clears his throat and nods, smiling at you again.

“Whatever you think is best.”

And that’s how Steve bought way more than you suspect he’ll actually use. But just as he finishes paying, you start fiddling with your fingers, swallowing thickly. You want to say something, maybe give him a reason to come back so you can bask in his presence again. And then, a lightbulb goes off in your head.

“I’m hosting an art class in a couple of weeks! And, um, if - if you want to come then I can give you a flyer.”

The smile that Steve gives you is bright, and he starts nodding his head before you even finish the sentence.

“Yeah!” Steve coughs, trying - and failing - to cover up any semblance of desperation in his tone. “That sounds fun.”

You smile at him, your heart beating ever faster. Christ, anyone would think you’d never met an Alpha before. Steve opens his mouth, ready to say something until his phone starts ringing.

His soft sigh is barely audible, grumbling about ‘bad timing.” When he pulls his phone out, he looks up at you with a remorseful smile,

“Sorry, guess I have to go now.”

You shake your head, “No, it’s fine. Here’s the flier.”

“Of course,” Steve says softly, then takes the paper and gives you a wave before turning and walking out of the store.

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The door nearly slams open, Steve cringing as he remembers not to use so much strength when nudging the door open with his elbow. But, hey, he has his arms full of art supplies so he can’t use his hands.

“Babe? What’s with all the noise – what the fuck?” Bucky asks incredulously, hands placed on his hips as he stops a few feet from the front door.

“Oh, hey. Do you mind helping me out?” Steve asks with a chuckle, walking further into the apartment and shutting the door with a push of his foot. Bucky sighs but walks towards him with an outstretched arm anyway.

“So,” Bucky says, grabbing a few of the bags and bringing them to the living room. “What’s all this?”

“Oh…” Steve trails off, placing the rest of the bags onto the couch and fiddling with the end of his shirt nervously. “Well, I went to the new art studio that’s down the block.”

“Yeah, I see that.” Bucky laughs, peeking into one of the bags and raising an eyebrow. “Did you buy out the whole store?”

Steve sighs, rolling his eyes. “No, I didn’t, thank you very much. I just want to start drawing again, you know that.”

“I do,” Bucky confirms with a nod. “But I feel like you’re hiding something from me considering you hate oil paints and yet there are several different kinds in here.”

Right then Steve’s heartbeat speeds up, his face warming. And he silently curses himself for being so easy to make flustered. Especially considering Bucky, his mate, can feel through their bond that Steve’s nervous.

“Well, you see-“ Steve coughs, bringing up a hand to scratch at the back of his neck. “I was talking with the owner and she… God, Buck, I think she might be… we’ve been talking about maybe courting an Omega. And I think she could be what we’re looking for. She’s so sweet, so beautiful, just so… perfect. And her scent, oh God. Other than yours, it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever smelt.”

For a minute Bucky doesn’t say anything, his hands return to his hips as he thinks over Steve’s words carefully. After all, they have talked about courting an Omega, they’ve even talked to a few, but none had ever gone far. They just haven’t seemed to find the perfect one for them, so Bucky is naturally a little skeptical. But then he looks into Steve’s eyes, he sees how they sparkle, the way his bottom lip is trapped between his teeth, and the sincerity in his voice just seems to win him over.

“Are you sure about this, Stevie?” Bucky asks skeptically, but he just needs to be sure, needs to know his boyfriend is certain before they try this again. And by the way Steve nods eagerly, he knows this time might be different.

“Okay, we’ll give it a shot.”

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Three days later it’s another chilly day, the clouds hanging overhead and the light rain have sucked all the warmth out of the air. The heater in the studio is on low, yet high enough to warm the space comfortably without it being too overwhelming.

Due to the rain and cold, there weren’t many people in the studio. In fact, it’s just you. There have been only a handful of customers coming in today, so you sent your coworker, Tori, to the back so she could study.

And since everything had been organized and cleaned over an hour ago you find yourself sitting at your easel, tongue poking out of your mouth and eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You’ve been here for the last hour, so focused on your painting that you don’t hear the bell ring above the door.

You also don’t hear the footsteps approaching behind you, so you can’t help but let out a slight scream whenever someone taps on your shoulder. Jumping in shock, it takes everything you have to not knock into your easel.

“Sorry, darling, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Comes a voice from behind you, deep and soothing. And you can feel your heartbeat increase further, and not because of the scare. No, this man, clearly an Alpha, has a voice that makes you nearly weak in the knees.

Turning, your eyes widen. The most handsome man stands in front of you, wearing a tight red Henley under a leather jacket. His gloved hands rest on your forearms, helping you off your stool in such a way that you don’t knock over your painting. The man’s hands are huge, able to encompass your entire forearm and then some.

It takes a moment to realize that you’re staring, mouth parted and face flushed as you step back to a respectful distance.

“N-no, it’s fine! I should have been paying attention,” You clear your throat to hide the fact that your voice wavers a bit, but the stranger’s smile lets you know that it didn’t work.

You can’t help it though. His smile, though small, is comforting and kind. His deep blue eyes twinkle with mischief, and you can’t stop the heat rising to your cheeks. His beard isn’t thick per se, but just thick enough to complete his rugged look, something that makes you melt. But you kick those thoughts out of your head to the best of your ability until you’re finally able to speak.

“How can I help you?”

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“How can I help you?”

Bucky gets it, understands what Steve was saying about the pretty Omega he thought would be perfect for them. He’s heard only a handful of words come out of your mouth, yet he feels his chest tighten, his heart clenching as he exercises a considerable amount of restraint from encasing you in his arms, pulling you into his chest.

His hands itch to touch you, to run them over your soft-looking skin. And he can’t help the less innocent thoughts that cross his mind, really feeling your body, caressing. And, to be quite honest, these… intense emotions kind of startle him, because the only person he’s ever felt this way with was Steve.

Nevertheless, he follows his instincts, something deep in him knows that Steve was right when he said you’d be perfect for them.

“I’m waiting for my…” Bucky trails off, thinking about whether he should tell you he has a mate or not, then decides against it. If you knew he wasn’t single you probably wouldn’t be open to his advances, and would probably think it’s weird for a mated Alpha to be flirting with you. After all, two mated Alphas aren’t exactly common, and, to be honest, they can be a little intense together.

“My friend. And I haven’t seen this studio before.” Bucky gives you a cheeky smile, trying not to laugh as he sees you fiddling with your fingers, glancing down as though you’re avoiding his gaze.

“I’m Bucky,” He reaches his hand out, letting you slowly put yours in his before he squeezes lightly, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand.

You give him your name with a squeak, flushed and nervous in a good way.

“It’s nice to meet you, Bucky,” you’re stumbling over your words slightly, and Bucky really can’t stop himself from smiling.

“And it’s lovely to meet you, darling.” Bucky holds his breath, cautiously waiting for your reaction toward the pet name. But it seems like he doesn’t have to worry, because the tiny squeak of delight that spills from your lips confirms to him that you’re, at the very least, open to his advances.

“S-so, um. Did you want to look around?”

Bucky smiles, shaking his head and finally releasing your hand. “The main reason I stepped in here was that I saw the poster in the window about an art class you’re hosting soon. I thought I’d come in so you can meet your new student.”

“Oh!” You smile brightly, wiping your hands along the front of your apron. “I’d love it if you could come! To be honest, I’ve only had a handful of people confirm that they will. I was kind of thinking of canceling, honestly.”

“Oh, don’t do that. There are plenty of people who’d love to come, your business is new so it’s going to take some time for your clientele to grow. Plus, I’ll be sure to tell all of my friends.” While he already hates the idea of other people - especially his unmated Alpha friends - getting personal time with you, he also hates how dejected you sounded about possibly canceling the class.

“Oh, gosh,” Your voice is soft, your eyes twinkling in the bright, natural light. “Well, that’d be very kind of you.”

Bucky chuckles, nodding. “Don’t worry about it, darling. Plus, it’ll be nice to see you again.”

Once again, a small noise from the back of your throat makes its way up and out of your mouth. And he can hear your heartbeat speed up, can see the look of embarrassment clear on your face.

And just as you’re about to reply, Bucky’s phone dings. He sighs, pulling it out and glancing down at it.

“Well, I’m sorry to do this, but I have to go now,” He smirks at you, giving you a wink so slight you’d miss it if you weren't staring directly into his eyes.

You nod, giving him a shy and awkward smile. “No, it’s fine! Besides, I’ll see you at the class, right?”

“Oh,” Bucky chuckles, placing one of his gloved hands on your forearm and squeezing tenderly, “I wouldn’t miss it.”

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“Who the fuck was that?” A voice behind you says, and when you turn you see it’s Tori looking exasperated.

“I have no idea,” Your voice is small, still unbelieving of what just happened. Your arm still tingles from where he squeezed. You then turn to look back toward the door, a tiny part of you wishing he’d come back in.

“Why do you get all the flirty Alphas? I want my turn!” Her comment makes you laugh, and you can see a hint of a smile cracking through her faux-angered expression.

“They’re bringing their friends to the art class, maybe you’ll meet one too. Besides…” You trail off bringing your hand up to rub your arm. “Maybe he wasn’t even flirting? I mean, I haven’t lived here long, but a lot of the Alphas that come in here are really nice. Like Steve!”

You were hoping to convince not only her but yourself as well, desperately trying not to read too far into their actions. They could just be friendly, a little touchy but not overbearingly so. Whatever the case, Tori lightly smacks your arm.

“Babe, Steve was flirting with you too.” She rolls her eyes, placing her hands on your shoulders. “You may be shy, but you’re not stupid. They like you! And you need to accept that and go for it.”

“Okay, let’s say they do like me… there’s two of them and one of me. I don’t know if I’d be able to choose between them, especially since I don’t even know them. I wouldn’t want to lead one of them on.” Sighing, your eyebrows furrow, now fiddling with your fingers in anxiety.

Because, let’s be honest, you’re not one hundred percent certain that they were, in fact, flirting with you. Maybe they really are just being nice, maybe that’s how they are with a lot of people. Because Alphas like them don’t like Omegas like you; shy, awkward, introverted, too easily flustered, and so clumsy that there is absolutely no way you wouldn’t embarrass yourself in front of them at some point.

But it’s fine, because maybe they won’t show up to the class, maybe they’ll have to cancel and you can stay within your comfort zone. Change is scary, meeting new people and - possibly - dating them is scary, and you’ve never really been one to take risks.

Maybe that’s why part of you is hoping they’re not actually interested. However, you cannot deny the fact you’re interested in them. But, if things happen you want them to happen naturally, yet from beside you, Tori hums thoughtfully. In the seconds of silence that follows you know she’s planning on meddling. But before you can tell her to please not do that, she claps her hands together.

“Don’t worry about it! I’ll help.” With that, she turns and goes back to the back office, leaving you to stew in your thoughts.

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Bucky coughs, clearing his throat, then chuckles when Steve jumps in surprise. One of Bucky’s hands settles on his mate’s waist while looking at the bag of food in Steve’s hand.

“You get everything?”

Steve scoffs, moving Bucky’s hand off of his waist and lacing their fingers together. And as they start walking Bucky can hear his mate’s heartbeat pick up, and he smiles to himself. “Yeah, I did. Now…” Steve trails off, running his tongue over his bottom lip before biting it. Bucky squeezes his hand in comfort.

“How did it go?”

Bucky hums, cheeks reddening as he remembers your sweet voice and beautiful smile. While he is able to steel his exterior and become this suave Alpha, he’s really just a teddy bear on the inside. He craves love, he craves touch. And while he loves Steve with everything he has, he has to admit that, even though he’s just met you, he knows you’ll be able to give him the same feelings Steve does.

“God, Stevie…” Bucky sighs, looking over at his love. “I get it. I get what you were saying about her. She’s just - just the loveliest Omega I’ve ever met. And, I swear to God, I wanted to just wrap her in my arms. She might be right for us, Stevie.”

Steve chuckles, his eyes sparkling with joy at hearing his mate confirm his instinct that you’d be perfect for them. One block later they get to their apartment, go inside, and set the food down on the table.

“So, how do you want to approach her about it?” Steve asks as he grabs the plates while Bucky gets out the food.

“Well, she said that she’s hosting an art class, we can go to that.”

“I don’t know, babe,” Steve sighs, setting the plates down and sitting in his chair. “Don’t you think that would be a little… intense? Plus, it’s not common for two Alphas to be mated to each other, what if she’s uncomfortable with it?”

Bucky nods, grabbing drinks and setting one down in front of the other man. “Well, we’ll just talk to her one at a time then. We’ll go in on different days and get her to warm up to us before then.” At Steve’s pensive sigh, Bucky crouches, placing one hand on the back of his neck.

He knows Steve really wants this to work out. He’s a true romantic, and anyone who has ever met Steve knows within the first thirty seconds of talking to him that Bucky is the love of his life. He also knows Steve sometimes needs more, and it’s become worse the more potential mates they meet. And Bucky will be damned if he doesn’t give Steve everything he wants and needs.

“It’s going to be fine, Stevie.” Bucky then leans forward, placing a soft and lingering kiss on the other man’s lips. And he keeps kissing him until Steve hums against his lips.

“You promise?” Steve mumbles softly, eyes still closed.

“I promise.”

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Ever since the day you met Bucky, he’s been coming to your studio more and more. Only buying a few items at a time, some of which you’re pretty sure he’s not actually interested in, though he spends most of his time talking to you. And it’s a give-and-take with the conversation. Sometimes Bucky will ask a question and you’ll ramble for twenty minutes on the subject before realizing and promptly shutting your mouth.

Then there are times when Bucky is more so talking at you. Sometimes you just get so anxious that you get a little quiet, deathly afraid of saying anything embarrassing to the very handsome Alpha who likes to spend his time talking with you of all people.

And it’s confusing. And getting harder and harder to convince yourself that the Alpha has no intentions other than simply getting to know you. Every smile he gives you makes you weak in the knees, the way his eyes crinkle and his nose scrunches just make you want to melt.

Not to mention the subtle touches every so often. Whether it’s by stepping around you down one of the aisles and placing his hand on your waist to “steady you” should you fall, or by letting his hand graze yours for longer than it should when you hand him his bags, he’s gotten steadily more forward, though none of it is unwelcome. And maybe he can tell by each of your surprised yet pleased squeaks you let out whenever he shows off how good of an Alpha he is - including but not limited to doing the heavy lifting when you have to move some products onto the sales floor, bringing you coffee after you offhandedly mentioned your favorite cafe, and telling you about how he’s fixed up his motorcycle from the ground up, wordlessly showing that he’s mechanically and physically capable.

And on the sixth visit, exactly three days before your class, Bucky comes in once more at exactly noon. He tends to come in around your lunch break, knowing that you typically just paint in the studio while slowly taking bites of whatever food you brought. You’re in the back office sorting through some paperwork when you hear the bell ding above the front door. You don’t worry about going out to greet whoever just came in since Tori was there helping out.

You hear her chipper “Hi! How are you?” and for a moment your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Because who could she possibly be talking to that warrants a little too much enthusiasm?

The voice that responds makes your heart beat a tiny bit faster, the low and raspy tone saying something about visiting a ‘friend’. And then it hits you, it’s Bucky.

Another thought hits you mere seconds later, fuck, Tori’s out there.

And just as that crosses your mind you can hear Tori ask him, “So, you’re Bucky, right?”

Before you have time to think you’re rushing out of the back office, doing your best to listen to their conversation as you speed down the hall.

Bucky chuckles, and you can hear the smile in his voice when he responds “Yeah, how’d you know?”

You can also tell Tori is smiling when she starts talking again. “Oh, I’ve heard about you once or twice. My friend is the owner of this place, the one you’ve been flirting with, you know?”

You finally turn the corner and face the pair, Tori’s back to you while Bucky looks back at you. You can’t miss the wide smirk on his lips, his pleased scent slowly pouring out from him.

“Yeah? I’ve been flirting?” Bucky winks at you over Tori’s shoulder, apparently finding humor in watching you get flustered.

“Mhm,” She says, crossing her arms over her chest. “You know, from what she says, I think you like her. And she -” Suddenly she’s being cut off by your hand slapping over her mouth, appearing behind her and grasping her arm with your other hand.

“Okay! That’s it, you have to study!” You snap, glancing up at Bucky’s amused face for half a second before turning Tori around and shoving her toward the back office. “And don’t come out until you’re done with all three chapters!”

Tori huffs then rolls her eyes and trails off, leaving you and Bucky alone. And you feel like you’re on fire, like there’s no part of you that isn’t burning to the touch. Subconsciously your fingers start fiddling with each other, and you can’t bring yourself to look the Alpha in the eye.

“Hey,” He says softly, though still humorous. “It’s okay. She was right, you know?”

You hum in confusion, finally looking up at him even though it takes a lot of willpower to not look away. “What do you mean?”

“I was flirting with you. Is that okay?”

You’re no longer burning up, no. You’re ice cold now. It’s almost as if you’ve fallen into the seas surrounding the Antarctic and everything seems to slow down. Bucky’s been flirting with you? An Alphas been flirting with you? This Alpha? Your heart wants to beat out of your chest and your skin tingles, what are you going to do? What are you going to say?

“Oh.” Apparently, that’s all you can decide on, though you’re snapped out of your haze upon seeing Bucky’s face fall slightly. “No! It’s - I mean, it’s o-okay, if you… you know, are.” Internally you cringe, of all times to trip over your words, it just has to be now.

“Well, I’m glad.” Bucky smiles again, and you find yourself getting lost in his eyes, in the soft gaze and deep ocean-blue hue. A squeak escapes your lips knowing that his fond expression is directed at and because of you.

“I can’t stay long today, unfortunately. But…” Bucky trails off, slipping your hand into his and gently rubbing his thumb along the back of it. “I just wanted to come by and ask if I could treat you to lunch after the class on Saturday.”

“Like… like a - a date?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper. Your head is spinning, and you’re positive that Bucky can tell your nerves are building.

“Well, it doesn’t have to be a date. Even though I’d very much like it to be.” Bucky smiles, giving you his best puppy dog eyes, earning him a soft yet cautious giggle.

Now, you’re not too sure what to do. Over the past week or so that you’ve known him you’ve become enamored with him. You enjoy his company, he makes you feel safe, and the fact that he listens to your rambling with rapt attention makes you preen.

But, you have to take a moment to gather your thoughts. Because mere hours ago Steve had come in asking the same question - though he had suggested dinner.

Steve has also been coming in quite frequently, though he mostly spends time with you as you paint. He comes in first thing in the morning, knowing that your business is usually slower so he can have more of your attention.

He’s not as forward as Bucky is, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t shown any interest. His approach is more careful; lingering glances, not-so-subtly checking you out whenever he thinks you’re not paying attention, the way his gaze drops to your lips every so often whenever you’re speaking to him. Not to mention the way he always compliments your artwork. It’s all so… charming.

His mischievous yet chivalrous persona could pull anyone in, including you. Not to mention, Steve’s bright smile and deep laugh just make your inner Omega want to tilt your head and bare your neck to him.

Interactions with him give you similar feelings when you’re with Bucky, making everything overwhelmingly confusing. Because, like you told Tori, you’d hate to lead one of them on, but you can already tell you’re developing romantic feelings for both Alphas.

And hours ago you’d given Steve a timid ‘yes’ when he asked you out. What are you supposed to do? Suddenly, your lonely inner Omega forcefully pushes its way past all of your negative thoughts and ever-growing anxiety to give Bucky the same answer.

“Okay.” Despite your inner turmoil, Bucky’s bright smile and unfairly cute nose scrunch settle any nerves you’ve been feeling.

“Yeah?” Bucky asks, hopeful.

“Yes, I-I’d love to go on a… date. With you.” This time you can’t stop the way you physically cringe at your awkwardness, though Bucky only seems to find it endearing because he laughs softly.

“Awesome,” Bucky breathes out, giving you the softest gaze you’ve ever received, and the amount of restraint it takes for you to not melt into his arms is astounding. “I have to go now, but I’ll see you Saturday, yeah?”

“Y-yeah! Of course,” Your voice goes a little high. Jesus Christ, why does he have to be so charming?

At that, the Alpha brings your hand up to his lips at the same time he leans forward and presses a lingering, gentle kiss to your knuckles, looking you in the eye all the while. And the squeak that escapes your lips would almost embarrass you if you weren’t having an out-of-body experience.

“Okay, darling.”

Bucky releases your hand, walks back a few steps, gives you a wink, and then turns around to leave, sparing you one last glance before exiting.

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Soft. Warm. Gentle.

Everything is coated in golden honey, cotton-candy clouds, an ever-flowing river.

It’s ecstasy, his body aflame as it moves, rocking forward, pulling back, then pushing forward again. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and short and breathy gasps fill his ears as grunts and groans travel up his throat and out of his mouth.

Steve’s eyes open, and the view makes his heart want to stop.

It’s you, with your arms above your head, body bare to him and, wait. Someone’s behind him. The person's strong arms wrap around his waist and his muscled chest presses against his back, and then a metal hand turns his head to the left. And there’s Bucky, his Alpha. Bucky presses a filthy kiss to his lips while the brunette’s hands rest on his hips, aiding in their movement. With a quick smack to his backside, Steve gets back into the action, grinding his hips against your pelvic bone before slowly pulling out. The force of the forward thrust of his hips causes you to shriek, your breasts bouncing wildly as he continues his harsh thrusts.

It takes no time at all for Steve to feel his knot throb, threatening to expand and lock into your sweet pussy as he fills you with his cum. He’s close. Oh so fucking close when you moan.

“Alpha!”

Steve wakes with a gasp, his eyes flying open and heart racing as he tries in vain to cling onto any remnants of sleep, desperately hoping to finish the dream - his first wet dream in a while.

“Stevie?” Bucky appears from his left, walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair dripping from the shower. “You okay, Alpha?”

Steve shudders, the way you sweetly moaned for him, for your Alpha, coming to the front of his mind, and his cock throbs in a rude reminder of his current predicament.

“Y-yeah, I’m, fuck…” Steve trails off, his hand sneaking under the covers and grasping the base of his cock. “I’m good, baby. Just…”

“Just had a wet dream?” Bucky chuckles, walking over to their bed and sitting sideways on it so he can face Steve and run a hand through his already messed-up hair. “I could hear you whimpering from the shower.”

Bucky then flings the covers back, shooing Steve’s hand away from his cock so Bucky can grasp it. “I heard you whining for her, our sweet little Omega. She’s perfect, isn’t she? She’s so small compared to us, bet we’d break her the first time we get our knots in her perfect pussy.”

Bucky’s hand is jerking Steve off in earnest, his grip is tight as he strokes and pulls and flicks his wrist every so often. And Steve is helpless but to let him, to listen to his mate spout filth of how well you’d take them, how sweet you’d be for them, how he’d let Steve be the first to take you. He takes everything he’s given, gripping the sheets tight enough that he’s sure they're tearing, letting his pleasure climb higher and higher by the second.

But what really sets him off is Bucky’s growl, “I had to jerk myself off in the shower just listening to you moan for our Omega.” Steve cums with a shout, his eyes clenching shut, and he’d be embarrassed about how fast he came if it weren’t for the extremely vivid dream he just woke up from.

It takes a few moments for Steve to get his bearings until he’s finally able to open his eyes and meet Bucky’s playful gaze. Steve wants to feel bad about dreaming about you when you’re not even theirs, but he just can’t bring himself to do so. Just thinking of you made him shoot off like a rocket, he doesn’t really know how he’s going to handle actually being with you.

But they hadn’t even taken you on a date yet, and they both get the feeling it might take a while before you feel comfortable enough to give yourself over to them like that. But that doesn’t matter, because Steve is sure that he and Bucky will wait however long is needed for you to feel comfortable like that with them.

“So,” Bucky says with a smirk, bringing his hand up to lick Steve’s cum off of his hand. Steve groans in response. “You feelin’ better about today?”

Ever since they both asked you out neither has gone back to your studio, they didn’t want to make you anxious since they knew they both asked you out and you might get even more conflicted if you saw them again since then. Steve’s been worried. He doesn’t want to back out, God no. He just… he really wants this to work out. And every awful scenario keeps playing in his mind on a loop.

What if you get too overwhelmed with both of them together? What if you turn them down when you realize they’re mated? What if you’re disgusted and don’t even want to be their friend? What if -

“Stevie.” Bucky’s voice breaks him out of his thoughts, and Steve sighs. “Stop thinking too hard, it’s going to be fine.”

“But-”

“No, Steve.” Bucky sighs and gets off the bed, then he crouches down so his face is level with his mate’s. “I promised you, didn’t I? I promised that everything would work out and I’m going to fulfill that promise today. We’re going to go to the class, explain everything to her, and ask her out together.”

Bucky pauses to lean forward and press a kiss to Steve’s lips.

“She likes you, baby. And she likes me. That’s why she agreed to go out with us. It might be a little weird for her since two mated Alphas aren't common, especially since she doesn’t seem used to Alphas flirting with her at all. But, it’s going to be okay in the end. Everything will work out.”

Bucky kisses Steve again, and Steve gives his Alpha a gentle smile.

“I love you, Alpha.”

Bucky smiles back and says, “I love you too, Alpha.”

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“Okay, okay, okay,” You mumble to yourself, running your hands down the front of your apron for the hundredth time. “Everything is going to be okay. They don’t know you’re going out with both of them, everything is going to be fine.”

Sighing, you mumble another ‘I can do this’ before turning around, jumping in shock when you see Tori standing in front of you.

“Jesus Christ, Tori! Warn a girl, will you?”

Tori laughs, smirking. “Sorry, I just thought I’d tell you that your Alpha, Bucky, is here with some friends but I didn’t want to interrupt your pep-talk.”

Oh shit, in your panic you didn’t even realize your class starts in less than ten minutes. But then you realize a certain word she used. Your Alpha.

“He’s not my Alpha. He’s just… an Alpha that happens to like me and wants to take me on a date.”

Your eyes widen in horror, because the realization that you’re actually going on a date with him, and, separately, Steve, in just a few hours is hitting you in full force.

Oh God, how am I going to survive today?

Tori pulls you out of your thoughts, literally, by grabbing your bicep and leading you out of the back office.

“Whatever you say, babe. Now, let’s not keep him waiting.”

When you get to the studio part of your store you see him, well, them. It’s Bucky, surrounded by about ten other people, all talking and laughing. Wow, he wasn’t kidding when he said he’d bring all of his friends.

There are about five other people milling about, looking at all the different canvases and paints available for the class. It makes you happy that you had so many people show up, even if most of them probably had to be convinced to come.

There’s just one person missing; Steve. It’s only two minutes from twelve, and you can’t help the disappointment at the fact that he probably forgot or, worse, was just joking about being interested in you and doesn’t actually want to see you.

It hurts you, deeper than it probably should, but you mask the hurt when you get up to Bucky and his friends.

“Um, hi, Bucky,” You say softly, glancing over at his friends all looking at you with knowing smirks.

“Ah!” The Alpha says, smiling widely at you. “Hello, darling.”

It takes everything in you for you to not melt right into the floor, both from embarrassment from having his friends chuckle in amusement as well as his smooth yet low tone directed at you.

You turn slightly to the group of people behind him, all giving you amused expressions and small waves. You wave back at them with an awkward smile, then turn back to the Alpha in front of you. “Um, I… It’s nice of you to come.”

“I said I would, didn’t I?” Bucky winks at you, and you press your lips shut so as to not let out the high-pitched whine that wants to be set free.

After a tense few seconds of silence, Tori appears from beside you. “I hate to break up your moment but it’s time to start.”

“Oh! R-right.” Your heart is racing ever so slightly, but it’s also hurting. Because it seems like Steve really did bail.

That is until you ask everyone to sit wherever they want. Bucky sits at the front, taking the easel closest to you. His friends and the other patrons all sit as well, and one spot remains open, right next to Bucky.

The bell above the door dings, and your head whips up to see the Alpha in question rushing through the door. He gives you a wide smile, and immediately makes his way to the empty seat.

Fuck.

“Sorry I’m late, I got held up.”

“No, it’s - it’s fine!” Your heart rate increases again, and you don’t know how you’re going to survive this class, especially considering Bucky is already giving you a heady gaze.

“O-okay, everyone, let’s get started.”

Surprisingly, the class goes by pretty smoothly. However, the intense stares from both Steve and Bucky, as well as their smirks and Bucky’s occasional winks, make you stutter over your words every once in a while. That would cause Bucky’s friends to snicker and smirk. Though it seems relatively harmless, simply finding amusement in watching you get flustered over flirting with Bucky but not with any malice.

Still, it’s going well.

It’s not until you tell everyone to put down their brushes that your nerves return, hoping that Steve won’t stick around and you can just meet him at the diner he suggested.

But, fate has other plans. Because Bucky’s friends stand and choose to hang around the window, looking at some of your other displayed paintings. The others came up to you with thanks, complimenting your work as well as your teaching skills, all of which make you smile so wide you’d think it’d hurt.

But then they leave, and after the last lone customer leaves, you turn and see, oh no. Fuck. Steve and Bucky are talking, laughing, standing way too close to one another for two people who don’t know each other. You’re standing by your easel still, eyes locked on to them, frozen. Because you have a strange inkling that they do actually know each other, which would mean that they would know you’re going on a date with both of them.

Then why would they ask you out if that were the case?

It takes everything in you not to run away when Bucky turns to face you with a wide smile, Steve turning next and smiling too.

“Hey, darling,” Bucky says, walking toward you when he realizes you’re frozen in place. He stops in front of you, and Steve follows his lead and stands next to him. They look at each other for a moment, Steve nodding his head once before Bucky turns to you and opens his mouth.

But you’re panicking. Because you’ve already decided that they’ve just now found out and are going to cancel the dates and maybe insult you for accepting a date from both of them. Even though, logically, you know they would never say anything even remotely rude to you, your anxiety is telling you that they would. They will. So you take it upon yourself to apologize.

“Guys, I-I am so sorry! I know I shouldn’t have accepted a date with both of you but I really, really like both of you and I didn’t know how to choose because I don’t want to choose between you two because you’re both really nice and amazing and I know it sounds awful that I want both of you when you’re probably not even interested anymore because why w-”

“Darling!” Bucky cuts you off, placing a warm hand on your bicep, squeezing it once, and then running his hand down your arm until he can take your hand in his.

“It’s okay, honey,” Steve says, bringing up a hand to gently turn your head to face him more directly.

“I-It… It is?”

They both give each other another glance while they chuckle to themselves. Steve takes your other hand, slowly rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

“We have something to tell you, darling.” Bucky sighs, then clears his throat. “We… planned this. We didn’t want to tell you upfront because we didn’t want to scare you away, because we really like you too. We’re… Steve and I are…” He trails off, and now his nerves are swirling deep in his stomach. Steve steps in for him though.

“We’re mates. And we know it’s not common, and two Alphas with an Omega isn’t common either, so we didn’t want to be too overbearing by flirting with you together. We’ve been wanting to court an Omega together so we wanted you to get to know us individually so you wouldn’t be overwhelmed because we can be… a lot. We’re sorry we lied.”

By the time they’re done speaking, you think you’re dreaming. No, you’re positive you’re dreaming. They’re mates? And, as Steve said, two mated Alphas aren’t exactly common. Even still, that doesn’t bother you. You’re big on doing what you want as long as no one is getting hurt. And you can understand why they didn’t want to approach you together, because, yeah, even just being in both of their presences makes your heart race and stutter.

But, they both want you? Like, together? They want to court you and maybe bring you into their relationship? It’s been a while since you’ve been in a relationship, and even then it was with a Beta, so you can’t even imagine how dating two Alphas would be.

“Oh.” Smart. Really fucking clever. God, why can’t you just say anything?

“Do you… Do you not want to date us?” Steve sounds disappointed, sad. And the way he frowns makes you mentally slap yourself out of your haze.

“No! I- I do! I just… I’ve never dated two Alphas. I don’t mind that you’re mated, really. I’m just not used to…” You trail off, biting your lip and glancing down, realizing that they still have hold of your hands. It makes your skin tingle, their large and warm hands fill your entire body with fire, and the smile that returns to Steve’s face makes you smile too.

“You’re not used to what?” Bucky asks, squeezing your hand.

“To being wanted this much, I guess.”

You miss the way both Alphas look at each other with furrowed eyebrows, both men frowning now.

“How about this,” Steve says, bringing up his other hand to tilt your chin up to look at him. “We’ll cancel the dates for today. And we can go on one tomorrow, together. All of us. And if you think it over more tonight and decide you don’t want to anymore, then that is okay. But we really do like you, honey.”

Well, you’d never stood a chance against them from the very first meetings, so there’s not really a doubt in your mind that you do want to go on that date, it’s just your anxiety that’s causing you to doubt their feelings.

But Tori’s voice pops up in the back of your head telling you to stop overthinking, to just take a chance. So, that’s what you do.

“O-okay. Tomorrow is good.”

Both Alphas smile, simultaneously sighing in relief at your words. Bucky then releases your hand so he can pull out his phone, unlock it, then hand it to you.

“Here, we’re going to go but you can give me your number so we can talk over more details before tomorrow.”

You do so, typing in your number and watching with dazed eyes as they gather their things to leave. And when they’re about to leave, both men make quick moves of kissing each of your cheeks before retreating with charming smiles.

“We’ll see you tomorrow, darling?” Bucky asks, only leaving when you give him a nod and a wide smile.

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it.”

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domestic bliss | part 2

pairing: Azriel x fem reader

word count: 8.9k

summary: a series of scenes that give an insight into the domestic bliss you had built with your mate

warning: 18+, this is pretty much all smut no plot lmao. oral (m and f receiving), fingering, thigh riding, lots of p in v, unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it folks).

a/n: I got way too carried away with this one but here we are! thank you so much for the love on the first part - it means the world! so many of you wanted the smutty part 2 and I aim to please...! I hope you enjoy loves 🫶🏻

Part 1

"Distract me, Az." You breathed, tipping your head back to expose even more of your delicate neck to him, groaning when you felt his canines skimming along your skin.

"With pleasure, sweetheart." His voice was rough and low, causing your toes to curl as he pressed his lips under your jaw. You could feel his smirk when you felt him suck on that sweet spot, teeth roughly grazing your skin as his tongue soon followed to soothe the sting of the bite.

A garbled groan left your lips, and your hips undulated beneath him as a white-hot line of pleasure swept over your body.

He chuckled lowly when he pulled away, his eyes drinking in the way you were already breathless beneath him, pausing on the mark he had just left on you - a mark you knew would be visible no matter what you wore and what makeup you tried to cover it with. A signal to all of the males in that damned Court of Nightmares that you were taken, that you were his.

"Az." You whined with impatience as his hands stopped roaming your body.

"Begging already, Princess? Did the last three times not satisfy you enough?" He cooed in a teasing tone as he trailed his hands over the sinful curve of your hip and up your body before coming to rest underneath your breasts. Fire erupted in the wake of his touch, stoking the heat that was pooling in your lower stomach as you arched into his calloused hands, silently begging him for more.

He watched, enraptured as your eyes rolled back slightly when he brushed the rough pad of his thumb over your sensitive nipple. The delicious friction sent a shockwave through your body as you lifted your hands to grab onto his shoulders, scrabbling for purchase. You felt him harden even more against your inner thigh as his name breathlessly tumbled from your lips and your back arched, causing your breasts to brush against his chest and another sound to tumble from your lips at the sensation.

"My baby is already so worked up, and I've barely started. I bet you're so wet already, aren't you?" His words had you clenching around nothing, your body desperate for him as another rush of slick slipped out of you to coat your thighs.

"Why don't you find out?" You challenged, watching as Azriel's hazel eyes deepened with desire, a devilish grin catching on his lips. The other hand that wasn't palming your breast came up to grip your throat - not hard enough to cut off your airway but firm enough to know that he was the one in charge here, not you.

"Careful, Princess." He warned before he dipped his head and sucked your nipple into his mouth. A cry escaped your lips at the intoxicating feeling of Azriel's tongue on your sensitive skin, and when he grazed his teeth over your peaked flesh, you almost wondered if you would climax there and then.

"What do you want, my fingers or tongue?" Azriel breathed as he lifted his eyes to you, maintaining eye contact as he continued to lap at your nipple expertly. The sight was so sinful, so erotic that your brain turned foggy.

"Az…I—"Was all you managed to say, causing him to chuckle against your skin and the rumble to resonate somewhere deep in your stomach.

"Use your words, baby." He commanded before pinching the nipple that wasn't in his mouth between his skilled fingers and causing another bolt of pain and pleasure to shoot through your body - your hips undulating beneath him in a desperate attempt to get some friction in the place you were begging for him to touch you.

"Ah. Fuck Az. Your tongue!" You managed to cry out, your senses in overdrive at the feeling of Azriel on your breasts.

"Good girl," he muttered before pressing a soft, delicate kiss to your skin—so different from the touches he had given you moments before that it sent your brain into overdrive. "Turn around for me, sweetheart."

A soft smirk fell on your lips at Azriel's command, anticipation swirling in your body and soaking the covers underneath you further as you guessed what was coming next.

You sat up to press a chaste kiss to the lips of your mate, earning you an amused chuckle and a quick slap to your ass as you twisted in his arms. Slowly you lowered yourself so your face was cushioned in the pillow beneath you, and with a feline grace that had Azriel's mouth-watering, you slowly, teasingly arched your back and lifted your hips so you were ass up, presented to him.

"Fuck." He groaned as he knelt behind you. You twisted your head to get a look at his face as he gently used his knees to knock your legs further apart before grabbing your ass checks to pull them apart and view your glistening pussy. He knew you were turned on by the way he was admiring you as he watched more slick escape and trickle down your thigh.

He couldn't help himself as he lifted a finger to scoop up the wetness gathered there, his touch featherlight along your inner thighs and over your slit before slipping the digit into his mouth and moaning at the taste of you. An answering groan escaped you at the sight of him, the throbbing in your clit becoming more and more maddening the longer he took to touch you.

"All this for me, baby?" When he made eye contact with you, you couldn't help the way your pussy clenched. He watched out of the corner of his eyes as you fluttered around nothing and felt the pre-cum that was coating the tip of his cock at your reaction.

"Always, Az. Always." He didn't have words for the wave of emotion that overcame him at your words, knowing they were true and that this was his life - that he got to spend it with someone so beautiful and who loved him back with as much passion as he loved you. You watched as his eyes softened ever so slightly, that gentle flutter of something so innocent compared to the position you were currently in flying down the bond towards you.

He leant in, gently placing a kiss on your right inner thigh, then your left. His lips trailed over your skin until he was close to where you desperately needed him. Without warning and with a mischievous glint in his eyes that you couldn't see, he dove in.

A strangled cry left your lips as you felt the flat of Azriel's tongue lick you from clit to hole, a jolt of pleasure so strong bolting through you that you fell forward - only Azriel's firm hands on your hips keeping you in place as he began to ravish you.

With expert precision, only learnt from years and years of worshipping your body, he immediately found your clit - sucking the swollen bud into his mouth and causing that delicious pressure in your stomach to grow in earnest.

Azriel felt himself preen in sheer primal satisfaction as a cacophony of breathless moans, groans, and chants of his name left your mouth as he continued to swirl his tongue around your clit in a way he knew would drive you crazy. He was done teasing, was done playing around; he needed to feel you come as soon as possible - needed it for his own sanity.

Your mind was hazed; the only thought in your head was Azriel and how he was making you feel right at that moment. As you teetered towards that edge, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you as you sobbed into the pillow beneath your head, a guttural cry left your lips when you felt Azriel slip two fingers inside you as he continued to lick, suck and bite on your clit.

"Fuck Az, I'm. Shit. I'm going to come." You breathed, and the vibration of Azriel's answering hum against your clit, and the barely there touch of his fingers on that sensitive, spongy spot inside you was enough to send you into oblivion. Your hips bucked wildly against him, desperate to wring every last moment of your orgasm as wave after wave of pleasure slipped down your spine.

Az wished he could see your face right now, no doubt contorted in pleasure, but he faithfully continued to lap at your clip and pump his fingers inside you as you came on his face.

When your body fell limp, he gently removed his fingers and lapped at the mess you had made, causing another shiver to roll through you.

He couldn't deny himself any longer; he needed to be buried inside you.

A groan fell from his lips, and his head fell back as he slipped his cock through your folds to coat himself with your previous orgasm and your growing desire. He felt your hips hitch beneath him in an attempt to guide him to your entrance, desperate with the need to feel him inside you. He chuckled lowly at your reaction.

"Stop teasing." Your voice was hoarse and breathless from the orgasm he had already wrung from you. Without warning, he pushed inside of you, sheathing himself to the hilt. You groaned together as you clenched around him, adjusting to that feeling of him. Of being so full of him.

Curse words slipped from both of your lips as Azriel began to roll his hips into you, a slow and languid place that caused you to feel every drag of his cock, every brush of his tip against your sweet spot. A rising wave of pleasure began to crest in your body at his pace; your face pushed into the pillow as you felt every muscle tense at the overwhelming sensation of your mate coaxing your body into oblivion.

He sent his shadows slipping over the sweat-slicked skin of your back as he continued to roll his hips into yours. The cool wisps of smoke and night kissed your heated skin, caressing your curves as they wrung even more pleasure out of your body.

"You're doing so well for me, baby." He groaned into your skin as he bent over to place open-mouth kisses up your back, his hand snaking around your front. You thought he was going to touch your swollen clit once again, but when it instead trailed upwards before holding you firmly - yet with reverence - by your throat and lifting your body so your back was pressed against his chest as he continued to pump into you a sharp cry of his name left your lips.

At this angle, with every expert roll of his hips, he touched that spot inside of you that had your legs shaking and your vision going hazy. Pure ecstasy was filling your body, clouding every thought until all you could think about was him and where your bodies were connected.

"Look at how beautiful you are, baby. Taking me so well." He growled into your ear as he relentlessly pumped into you.

"Fuck Az." You groaned as your head fell against his shoulders, his lips coming up to press a kiss to your temple as a breathless cry fell from your lips when one of his shadows brushed your sensitive clit.

"Do I make you feel so good, sweetheart? Does your mate know how to fuck you just right, baby?

The filthy words dripping from Azriel's lips had that tidal wave of pleasure rolling through your body close to cresting - your hips undulating against Az's in an attempt to feel more, to chase that high that was seconds away from singing through your body.

Only one thought broke through the haze, clouding your mind and coating every sane thought. With the words he had spoken into your ear, with what you had to do tomorrow, you needed to feel him come with you. He needed you both to slip into that oblivion together.

With a cunning glint in your eye that you knew Azriel saw, you reached behind his head and ran a gentle fingernail down that part of his wing that you knew was sensitive. With a roar and a final snap of his expert hips, you felt that damn burst inside you and your orgasm washing over you as he slammed his lips on yours.

Pleasure so white hot, so all-consuming rolled up and down your spine as you felt Azriel come with you, felt him twitch inside of you and coat your walls - which only heightened your orgasm as you convulsed against him.

The kiss you were sharing with Azriel turned from messy and frenzied into something soft and loving as you both came down from your high, bodies spent with delicious sensations as he slipped out from you, and you felt both of your releases begin to slide down your legs.

Gently, ever so gently, Azriel lowered you both to the plush mattress of the bed. You knew in the back of your mind that you would have to get up at some point to clean the mess you had made, but your body was tired, and your mind was so content that you let your mate turn you around to face him and tuck you into the warm circle of his arms.

"I love you so much, Y/N."

"I love you too, Azriel." You muttered, pressing a kiss to his chest where you could still feel his heart thrashing.

"I am so lucky." He murmured above you, burying his face in your hair as you breathed heavily against each other. A warm smile was on your lips, and thoughts of what you had to do tomorrow were so far from your mind—a moment of peace created between just you.

"Me too, baby, me too."

…

Judging by the sounds that slipped under the closed door of Rhys' study, the party outside was still in full swing - even though the entire Inner Circle of the Night Court stood in that familiar room listening to their High Lord talk.

The debrief was absolute torture.

After Cassian and Rhys had sauntered off, it had taken you both five minutes to calm your breathing and make yourself look presentable before you could even consider meeting with your friends. Not helped by the white-hot bolt of anticipation and the flustered blush that crept up your skin, when Azriel leaned in to nip your earlobe and roughly whisper, "This is nowhere near finished, Princess."

Knowing grins and stifled chuckles were to be expected as you wandered into Rhys' office. Your friends were fully aware of what you were up to when you were seen leaving the party together. You had rolled your eyes at them and thrown a vulgar gesture their way before strolling over to the window—desperate for a lick of breeze to cool your heated skin.

Azriel had sensibly stood at the other end of the room, but as you turned to face your High Lord, who had begun to rattle off what intelligence he had managed to glean from the various conversations he had had that evening, you could still feel hazel eyes on you the whole time. Undressing you even now, they dipped from your toes to the tip of your head, hovering on every inch of exposed skin.

Azriel stood leaning against that bookcase, arms crossed over his chest and his face a mask of concentration as he pretended to listen to Rhys. But his mind was whirring, a roaring still filling his ears, desperately trying to cling onto any shred of decency as he fought the urge to take you right there and then in front of everyone. He could still feel the desire and lust drifting through that precious bond you shared and knew that you, too, were replaying what had just happened in the hallway, eager to return to it as soon as possible.

He couldn't stop himself as he dispatched a handful of his shadows to slither across the floor towards you.

He couldn't stop the corner of his lips from turning up in a satisfied smirk when you felt those cool shadows wind around your ankle and begin drifting up your calf - your body jolting and your eyes snapping to lock onto his. His smirk turned feral as he sent his shadows higher. He watched as they curled over the back of your knee before wrapping around your thighs. He knew his shadows had transformed from wisps of smoke to imitations of his own hands as he commanded them to squeeze your soft skin and was rewarded with your pupils dilating and your mouth slipping open slightly.

He watched, entranced as they began to trace idle circles on your heated skin and the way you shifted slightly where you stood, legs widening as if to welcome them higher. He obliged, sending the whispering shadows higher and higher until you felt them tracing your bikini line in a tortuously slow movement similar to the one you had experienced not 20 minutes earlier before they trailed slowly along your slit.

"Azriel." A shudder rolled down his spine at the warning you sent down the bond. Your voice sounded breathy and desperate, and it only had him hardening in his trousers, straining uncomfortably against the tight material.

Your body was practically writhing with the need to be touched; you almost forgot about the room full of people and nearly flew across the space to your mate and demanded he touch you. You felt like you were about to burst out of your skin when you felt one of those wicked shadows gently swirl around your throbbing bundle of nerves. The touch was barely there, but it didn't stop the wave of pleasure that shuddered down your spine or the breathless gasp that left your lips. Azriel's smirk turned feral as he watched Lucien's head whip around towards you, your friend offering you a questioning glance of are you alright?

Before you could answer and embarrass yourself by stuttering out some excuse, Rhys was suddenly dismissing you. Judging by the way he was hurrying you all out of the room, he no doubt knew what was happening and could smell the arousal of you and your mate. The coy smile and bark of laughter he gave after you had flipped him off was answer enough.

In seconds, Azriel was in front of you, his pupils blown with desire, his chest heaving with the need to touch you, his movements frantic and so at odds with the normally calm and collected male he usually is. You didn't say a word as he roughly grabbed your hand and practically dragged you out of the office and down the hallway towards the bedroom you shared.

Breathy pants left your lips thanks to the shadows that now roamed your body freely. They swept along your legs, traced patterns on the delicate skin of your inner thigh, brushed over the swell of your breast, swirled around your clothed nipples, and skated up the column of your throat. Your knees nearly buckled at the feeling of him touching you everywhere at once—only Azriel's rough hand tugging you along kept you upright.

A soft moan of relief nearly slipped your lips as you finally spotted the door leading to your bedroom, your heaven, your sanctum. Both of your bodies shivered in anticipation as Azriel's other hand gripped the door handle and roughly threw it open - pushing you inside and slamming the door behind him.

Within seconds, he had you pressed up against the rough wood of the door, his hips pinning you in place as he slammed his lips on yours in a bruising, claiming kiss. You answered back with fervour, hands spearing into his hair and dragging his body closer towards you. The kiss was far from controlled, pure passion and desire spurring you on as lips were nibbled, tongues collided, and teeth clashed, and it had your knees buckling and filthy moans - that Azriel swallowed with his mouth - slipping from your lips.

Azriel ripped his lips off yours, gasping in the air as he began to press open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, on that sweet spot behind your ear that had you moaning his name in pleasure and down the sensual line of your neck. His shadows continued to touch the rest of your body, wringing pleasure out of every breath you took - your entire body felt like it was on fire already, and you knew your thighs were going to be slick with the wetness that was pooling out of you.

"You drive me crazy, Y/N." Azriel groaned into your neck when you ground your hips into his, feeling the hard line of him beneath your clothes - desperate to get some friction and ease the throbbing between your thighs.

His words took you back to how he had teased you in Rhys' study not 10 minutes ago. Your need to repay the favour had you pressing your palms against Azriel's chest and pushing him away from your body. Confusion danced in his eyes but was extinguished and replaced with utter satisfaction as you quickly danced out of his grip before turning him around and pushing him up against the wall.

"That was very brazen of you, Az, back there in front of our friends." You sweetly teased as you dragged your hands down from his shoulders, over the impressive muscles of his chest and through the dips of his stomach you could feel through his dress shirt.

His breath hitched as you reached the waistband of his trousers, his fingers idly tracing the material and slipping underneath the band occasionally.

"We could have been caught." You muttered as you slowly, teasingly, popped the first button of his trousers open.

"They would have seen what I look like when you make me come." Pop, pop. His last two buttons came undone.

"Or is that what you wanted, mate?" Azriel's mind went into overdrive at the thought of his friends seeing him wring pleasure from you, see you fall apart in front of them from the way he touched you. The way his brothers wouldn't have been able to stop from touching themselves as they kept their gaze on your face, the way they might have been inclined to join in. But it would be him that would cause that wave of pleasure to crash over you, his name that you would be chanting when you came.

He was pulled roughly out of his fantasy as you locked eye contact with him before sliding down to your knees in front of him. You watched with feline satisfaction as Azriel's mouth dropped open, a moan escaping his lips at the sight before him.

Reverently, you slid Azriel's trousers and underwear down slightly before reaching in and wrapping your hand around him. A guttural groan slid from his lips as you began to run your hand up and down his shaft in a way he had shown you all those years ago, in a way that drove him crazy and had pleasure already shooting up his spine.

With a grin, you freed him from his underwear, your mouth watering as you took in his impressive length, his tip already red and leaking with precum. Not taking your eyes off Azriel's face, you leaned in and allowed your tongue to flick against the tip before running the flat side of your tongue from base to tip, earning yourself another moan of your name from his lips.

"Fuck Y/N." He moaned as you grinned at him, continuing to look up at him through your eyelashes as you brought your mouth to his cock and wrapped your lips around him. His hips bucked, unable to deny the pleasure shooting down his back and curling in his lower stomach as you swirled your tongue around his tip once, twice, thrice before dipping your head and taking him into your mouth as far as you could. A dull thud echoed around the room as he dropped his head back to lean against the door, his hand shooting out to grip your hair.

A chant of your name left his lips as you hallowed out your cheeks and began to move at a tortuously slow place you knew drove Azriel crazy. Your hand was wrapped around the bottom of his shaft, pumping him in time to the rhythm you were creating with your mouth.

You felt his shadows slip back up the skirt of your dress and slide along your inner thighs before swirling around that bundle of nerves that was desperate for attention. A ragged moan left your lips as pleasure shot up your body. Your legs began to quiver, the vibration of your moan causing Azriel to roll his eyes back as he watched you sink into the touch of his shadows, your knees spreading wide as you knelt there, knowing that he was making you feel so good with just the barest of touches.

He felt you tap once on his thigh, a signal decided between you when you had begun to properly explore how you enjoyed yourselves after that first initial claiming of the bond. One tap meant that you had adjusted, that you were ready. That you were prepared for him to be rough with you as you sucked on his cock. He didn't need any more encouragement as he adjusted the grip of your hair to push you further down on his cock, your nose now brushing the soft curls littered above his shaft as you choked around the feeling of him stuffed down your throat.

"Love it when you ruin yourself on my cock, Princess." He groaned as he watched tears leak from your eyes at the rough pace he was setting, and your hips undulate beneath him as you tried to wring pleasure the shadows that were now dipping in and out of your sopping pussy.

The hand that was not gripping onto his muscular thighs to keep you anchored slipped up to cup his balls, your fingers running across the sensitive skin there in the way he liked.

With a roar, he pulled you off his cock and yanked you up to your full height, now pressing you against the cool stone of your bedroom wall.

"I need to come inside you." He groaned, his hands already frantically pushing at the skirts of your dress in an attempt to get closer to you. You were still fully dressed in your evening attire but too frantic and needy to care.

"Then take me, Azriel." You moaned, and he paused to look at you. You could also see the wonder and pure adoration through that desire and lust darkening in those hazel eyes. You could feel it through the bond, and you revelled at the feeling of this male's eyes on you, just on you.

He closed the distance again with a kiss that was both passionate and loving, his plush lips moving in sync with you as you both wrung pleasure from each other, shouting down that bond how much you loved each other.

You felt his rough hands push your skirt up around your stomach before gripping the back of your thighs, and wordlessly, you followed his lead and wrapped your legs around his waist. He held you tightly against his body, a soft moan slipping from both of your lips when you felt him press against the warmth of your dripping core. You broke from the kiss, head hitting the wall and pleasure rolling through your body as you felt him slip twice through your slit to brush his throbbing cock against your swollen clit.

"Please, Az." You moaned. He watched, enraptured as he gently pushed into you as your face contorted in pure ecstasy, your hands scrabbling on his back and shoulders to find purchase as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through you. He gritted his teeth when he was sheathed fully inside of you, breathing heavily through his nose so as not to give into instinct and pound into you hard enough that he would find pleasure within seconds. He needed to make sure you found that heaven with him.

Even after all these years together, you have yet to get used to Azriel's size. They weren't joking about the importance of wing span, and you would chase that delicious burn you felt every time he pushed into you for the rest of eternity—never tiring, always craving.

"Move Az." You said around gritted teeth as that burn gave way to pleasure and anticipation that had you undulating your hips against him in an attempt to get him moving. He didn't need to be told twice, his hands shifting to grip your hips as he pulled out of you so only his tip was still inside you before slamming back into you and causing a cry to leave your lips as he hit that sweet spongey spot deep inside you with the angle he was at.

Pleasure shuddered up Azriel's spine at the feel of you clenching around him as he began to set a relentless pace with his hips. The sound of skin slapping against skin and the wet noises of your pussy was lewd and erotic and had him closing that gap between you two again to catch your lips in a sloppy, passionate kiss that had him seeing stars.

From the teasing he had been doing all night, you were so close - could feel that thrum of pleasure coursing through your veins, your body tensing as the fire began to build and build in your lower stomach. And just as you were about to demand more, you felt one of Azriel's shadows slip between you two to rub firm figures of eight against your throbbing clit.

You cried out his name as you flung your head back, so close to the precipice that you could feel tears slipping down your face and blurring your vision.

"Come for me, Y/N." The sheer demand in Azriel's voice had that band in your lower stomach, finally snapping and lightning striking. Wave after wave rolled throughout your body, causing your back to arch, your nails to scrap along Azriel's back, and your legs to shake around his hips as you came so hard all you could feel was him.

As you shouted his name through the bond, unable to voice it yourself as release shot through you, as he watched your face contort with pure, undiluted pleasure and the feeling of your pussy clenching so tight around him, he too came with a roar of your name on his lips as he wrung out both of your orgasms for as long as possible.

He continued to slowly fuck into you even after both of your orgasms had washed over you, breaths shaky as he breathed heavily as he leaned his forehead against yours - your body still shaking with the aftermath of your orgasms.

When you opened your eyes, your chest heaving with the tiny shockwaves of delicious friction still coursing through you in that afterglow, he was rewarded with a tired and satisfied smile that fell on your lips. He closed the distance to place a sweet kiss on your lips that had him humming in happiness.

"Come on, sweetheart, let's get you cleaned up." And with such delicate sweetness, so in contrast with the primal male he had been just moments ago, he gently pulled you into his arms and carried you towards the bathroom where he would run you both a soothing bath and whisper all the things he loved about you before you fell into a deep sleep.

…

He remembers so vividly the moment he had finished eating that delicious slice of lemon drizzle cake, his eyes not leaving yours as he chewed and chewed and that golden thread that now lay connecting you two gleamed and gleamed. He will never forget when he swallowed the last bite and saw the tears that lined your eyes at the soft smile on your lips when he gently said your name down the bond. He would always cherish that first bolt of love you had sent back along that thread, how it had stolen the breath from his lungs and then breathed life into him simultaneously.

He had noticed the way your hair tumbled down your back, the elegant stretch of your neck, the way you were wearing a pair of leggings that clung to every curve, and that you were wearing one of his white shirts.

How you were beginning to smell like him.

He had noticed the shift in you, too, how the newly accepted bond was making you feel - how it was making you both feel. You could feel it prowling under your skin, sinking into your very being, a chanting that was beginning in your mind and throbbing at the apex of your thighs. If you didn't get your hands on each other right now, you would both burst out of your skins.

"Come here, love." He had held out his hand to you, and immediately, you had shuffled closer to him on the sofa. He had taken a deep breath as you neared, smelt that beautiful scent he had always associated with you that was beginning to transform into something else, something intertwining with him.

He hadn't wasted time. His free hand had come up to cup your check as he had leant in and pressed his lips to yours. It took everything in him not to give into the primal part of his body that was warring at him to claim you right here and now. Still, he held it at bay to ensure the first kiss you shared as bonded mates conveyed his indisputable, irrevocable, and unconditional love for you.

He felt the tears that slipped down your face as he brushed his lips against yours, throwing all his feelings towards you down that newly formed, glistening bond. And how you had responded in kind.

But he had felt the wave of passion and desire building in his body. Could tell by the way you pressed into him, your hand curling on his thigh, that you could feel it too.

So, without another word spoken between you, he held you tightly in his hand, pulled you into that shadowy otherness, and cloaked you both in midnight as he transported you to a place far from prying ears and knowing smiles.

A gasp left your lips when you landed on the softness of a plush bed. You broke away from Azriel's lips just enough to quickly survey the room: the elegant furniture, the massive four-poster bed big enough to accommodate wings, the luxurious bathroom that you could see through the doorway on the other side of the room and his and her chest of drawers sitting flush against the wall.

In the quick second it had taken you to scan the room, realisation had dawned on you that he had taken you to that secret house he had kept all to himself. Even Cassain and Rhys hadn't been here, hadn't been able to see the small house on the Sidra that had been his unspoilt piece of heaven for hundreds of years. And now he had let you in, taken you to the most treasured room in the house, and even set up his bedroom to accommodate you without so much a word.

Pure, undiluted love filled every space in your body as you turned back to your mate - your mate - and saw the loving smile falling on his lips. A soft noise, between a sigh and a sob, left your lips as you closed the space between you again and lifted yourself off the bed to straddle Azriel's lap.

It was Azriel's turn to moan as you settled on him, and you pressed your lips to his, swiping your tongue against his bottom lip before tasting his mouth with your tongue. The kiss depended from something soft and hesitant to needy and passionate. His hands moved to rest on your hips, and you could feel his nimble fingers dancing along the exposed skin there, tugging you even closer. A few moments later, Azriel pulled away for breath, attaching his lips to your neck and placing open-mouthed kisses up and down your skin. Each kiss he pressed to the exposed skin of your neck, along your collarbones and back up to skim your jaw was like liquid fire, burning your skin and setting your nerves alight simultaneously. You swear you weren't breathing as you tilted your head back to give him more access. You had been dreaming of this moment for so long, but nothing your mind could conjure was better than this moment.

You had clearly been shouting down the bond because Azriel mumbled, "Gods, I've waited so long to do that," against your skin. You weren't sure you had the brain capacity to form words to express your feelings, so you hummed before spearing your fingers into his hair and tugging to bring his lips back to yours.

A filthy groan left Azriel's lips at the sensation of you tugging on his hair, which caused your hips to roll against his and a soft moan to slip your lips at the delicious friction. Azriel was absolutely desperate to hear that noise tumble from your lips again; he was sure it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard, so he gripped your hips and moved them to brush against his now rock-solid erection.

He thought he might climax right there, and then, as you broke the kiss, tipped your head back and whispered his name like a plea as pleasure shuddered down your spine at the sensation of you rubbing your clothed core against him. He didn't stop you as you did it again, his hips rolling to meet yours.

"That's it, baby, take your pleasure." He was transfixed as he watched you grip his shoulders, your eyes closing as you found your rhythm, small noises leaving your mouth as you used him to reach your climax.

"Eyes on me, baby." He commanded, his hand snaking up to grip your chin and hold your gaze. Your eyes fluttered open to be greeted by the most handsome male you had ever seen, looking solely at you with a gaze in his eyes that screamed he was witnessing the most erotic thing in his long life.

Your hips canted faster and faster as you chased that pleasure that was building in your lower stomach. Judging by the wet patch you could see forming on Azriel's thighs as you wrung your pleasure, you knew you were leaking through your underwear and leggings. That, his command to look at you and the way he was watching you was enough for the wave of pleasure to crest and crash over you.

A scream of his name left your lips as you found your climax and shuddered against him, your hips sloppily chasing your high - Azriel's hands gripped your hips and guided them through your orgasm, prolonging it for as long as possible, utterly enraptured at the way you fell apart from just his thigh.

He swore he had never seen a more beautiful sight.

As you came down from your high, Azriel wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up and off his lap, gently laying you down on the plush mattress of the bed. As you returned to your body, you were aware of Az placing soft and loving kisses along the exposed skin of your shoulder and collarbone; the collar of the shirt you were wearing had slipped in the throes of pleasure.

A sweet feeling settled in your bones after the orgasm you had just experienced. Still, the throbbing at the apex of your thighs started up again, nowhere near satisfied and wouldn't be until you had consummated the bond properly. With a lazy, blissful smile, you interrupted Azriel's slow exploration of your exposed skin by gently gripping his face in your hands and bringing it up so you could gaze into those beautiful hazel eyes you had fallen in love with when you first met him.

"I need you, Az." You whispered and a smile spread across his lips as Azriel felt that pulse through the bond, the impatient want to feel him inside you.

You watched as Azriel dipped his head to continue pressing open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, his tongue peeking out to lick up the line of sweat that had gathered there from your last orgasm. As his lips gave your skin attention, he gently popped up each button of the shirt you were wearing - his shirt. His lips followed his fingers, pressing kisses to the valley in between your breasts, over your sternum, down the strong muscles of your stomach and finally above your navel - so close to where you were desperate for him to touch you that you had felt him smirk against your skin when he had felt your hips writhe underneath him.

He gently slipped the material off your shoulders and discarded it on the floor before he shifted his weight to grasp the waistband of your leggings—his eyes on you, waiting for that nod for him to proceed.

His heart nearly cleaved in two when he saw that loving smile on your face as you nodded at him. Slowly, torturously, he began to pull the material over your hips and down your legs, his lips and tongue following his fingers once again, just like he had been doing with your upper half. He pressed reverent kisses to the curve of your hips, to both inner thighs, your knee, your calf and finally your ankle before throwing your leggings to join your discarded shirt.

His eyes landed on your clothed core as he straightened, a breathy moan filling the air as he took in the mess you had made to the white material. He couldn't help himself as he reached a finger out to trace the wet patch you had created rubbing against him earlier. A whine leaving your lips had him grinning again before he gently removed your underwear so you were bare before him.

The breath left his lungs as he drank in the sight of you before him, spread out, flushed and entirely bare. He was sure he could die a happy male now, that he would never see a more lovely sight before him.

A wave of embarrassment fell over you under his scrutiny, and automatically, your hands came up to cover yourself, your body curling in under his stare. His hands shot out, gripping your wrists to pull them away, to show yourself to him again.

"Don't," he whispered, "so beautiful." He mumbled before bending down to kiss your lips, a reassuring kiss that told you never to hide your body from him again. That he found you the most beautiful thing in the whole world.

He pulled back to stand and unbuckled his trousers; you watched, transfixed at the way his fingers nimbly moved before he shoved down his trousers and his underwear to reveal the proud length of him as he sprung free and slapped his stomach. Your mouth instantly watered, your lips partly slightly as you took in his impressive length and girth - his red tip already leaking with precum.

Instantly, you were pushing yourself into a seating position, your hand outstretched to touch him. A soft noise of confusion left your lips as he gently gripped your wrist to stop you from touching him, a slight shake of his head as you looked up at him.

"I want to touch you." You breathed.

"Later, baby, we will explore everything together later. But now, I need to be inside you." His voice had dropped to a rough growl as he began to crawl over you, your body falling back onto the mattress as he crowded you.

He connected his lips to yours, another bruising, passionate kiss that swept your breath away as he pushed you into the soft material of the mattress, his hand coming back up to knead your breast, and you arched into his touch. You felt him gently knock your knees apart so he could slip in between them as he hovered over you.

"Are you ready, my love?" He whispered, and you gently reached up to stroke his jaw again.

"You're so big." You couldn't help but blurt out, earning yourself a bark of laughter. You could also see the satisfaction in Azriel's eyes at your words. You had been with plenty of males before, but none this endowed, this impressive, and you could admit you were a bit nervous about how he was going to fit inside you.

"You can take me, sweetheart." He grinned as he dipped down to press another kiss to your lips, "I'll take it slow, ok?" You nodded, your heart thrashing in your chest as you watched him line up with your entrance.

Azriel thought he would burst out of his skin the moment he pushed inside you, his wings flaring behind him as pleasure rolled down his spine at the feeling of you enveloping him. He gritted his teeth, his eyes scanning your face to not give in to that primal part of himself beating widely in his chest, desperate to feel all of you at once.

He began rolling his hips into you, pushing further until he saw you wince and felt you clench around him. He stopped, dipping his head down to kiss your lips lovingly, "Sssh, relax, sweetheart." He mumbled against your skin.

Your heart could have burst out of your chest with how sweet he was being. You had been right, though; he was big. Bigger than you had ever had before, and that burn when he started to push in took your breath away. A gasp escaped your lips, however, when you felt him reach down between your bodies to trace firm patterns on your clit, expertly replacing that burning sensation with one of pleasure as his scarred fingers created the most delicious friction.

"That's it, sweetheart. Let me in." He murmured above you, his eyes never leaving yours as he felt you relax against him. When he saw you nod at him, he pushed even further.

And so it went as he gently rolled his hips into yours, sinking further and further into your warmth. When he came across resistance, he would stop, draw pleasure from your clit with his fingers before whispering, "Good girl," into your ear. The praise he was giving you was enough to have your toes curling, let alone the waves and waves of white hot pleasure he was drawing from your clit.

You were panting by the time he was fully seated inside you. Azriel groaned at the sensation as he held still, waiting for you to adjust in that final moment. He could have sworn he had reached heaven. The feeling of you pulsing around him was enough to make him grit his teeth in an attempt to stop himself from finishing right there like an inexperienced teenager.

You could feel Azriel everywhere. He was sitting, brushing against the sensitive spot inside you that you hadn't even known existed until he touched it with the final roll of his hips into you, and it made you see stars even as you adjusted to the burn of him inside you. You could feel his shadows skating around your body, circling your nipple, soothing your heated skin, brushing against your clit as you lay there. Soon, the burn of discomfort began to morph into impatience as the desire to feel him became overwhelming.

"Az," you whined, writhing beneath him as you tried to move your hips. So desperate for friction, "Please. Move, baby," You whispered, and those words were enough to unleash Azriel.

Twin moans escaped both of your lips as he slowly pulled out of you to roll his hips, burying himself inside you again, sitting flush against your body. You weren't inexperienced; you had had lovers before, but nothing could compare to the way Azriel's hips rolled against you, and you felt every delicious inch of him - how it consumed you and had licks of fire sparking up your spine, along the contours of your legs, down to your very fingertips.

He delighted in the soft sounds that were slipping from your lips, from the pain that accompanied the overwhelming ecstasy as you scrambled to get purchase on his shoulders, your nails raking down his back, scoring lines - marking him as yours.

He couldn't help but look down at where you were joined, watching him disappear again and again inside your perfect pussy, groaning at the lewd noises and the way you clenched around him.

"You're taking me so well, Princess." His words coaxed that fire in your stomach, and tears began to form in your eyes as your mind began to fog at the sinful pace he was setting.

He wasn't fast, his hips almost languid in the way they rolled against you, so unlike the males you had had before, with their pistoning hips and their nearly brutal pace that had had you barking in discomfort rather than pleasure. Azriel had no intention of this being quick; he was determined to make this perfect for you; he would make you feel every ounce of pleasure as he worked you up to that orgasm that was threatening to consume you.

"Look at you," he cooed, "So beautiful and all mine." His words set you alight as he dipped his head to press open-mouthed kisses to your throat. Sucking and nipping along your perfect skin as he marked you as his - he couldn't wait for other males to take one look at your neck and know you were spoken for.

"All yours, Az. Forever." His hips stuttered at the words that dripped from your lips like honey, a groan ripping from his throat as he felt you send how much you meant it through that new bond - he could hardly believe this was reality, and he wasn't dreaming right now.

"Say it again." A soft smile fell on your lips as you cupped his jaw again, bringing his face level with yours as his hips continued their tortuous, delicious pace.

"I am yours, Azriel. Forever and always." You whispered into the space between you, whispered it to the universe, and pushed it down that bond—twin circles of Illyrian tattoos now circling that spot on your ring fingers on your left hands, where no doubt pretty rings would soon sit atop them.

He crashed his lips onto you, sealing the words you had spoken. The kiss was all-consuming and only heightened the ecstasy coursing through you as Azriel hit that spot inside you that had your back arching and your feet locking at the base of his back.

"Az. Fuck." You whined when you broke away to catch your breath. He could feel you fluttering around him, knew you were close and was rewarded with a sharp cry of his name when he sent his shadows to brush against your clit, aiding you to bring you closer to that edge.

"Eyes on me, sweetheart." He ground out, his hips turning sloppy as he felt himself close to reaching that oblivion, "Come for me, baby."

With a sharp thrust of his hip, a sweet flick of his shadow against your clit and with the soft command that he had given you, you felt that roaring fire reach its peak, felt it turn molten as you shattered underneath your mate. White hot pleasure soared through your body, setting every nerve-ending alight as you rode out your high.

Azriel watched, absolutely entranced as he watched you writhe underneath him, your face contouring into the most beautiful sight he had ever seen as he watched you fall apart because of him. It was enough for him to find his release as chants of your name slipped from his lips as he slammed his hips into you and painted your walls with his release. He came so hard he almost blacked out; the only thing spearing through his spotty vision was your face as you watched him through hazy eyes - gentle fingers tracing those tattoos curving over his chest and shoulders.

He shook to keep himself above you as you both slowly came down from your highs, ready to bask in the sweet afterglow of a bond realised and accepted. Sweat dripped off his hair and slid down your body, but the smiles on your faces were mirror images of each other - the realisation that this was forever, that this was home.

"Come here." You whispered the hands that had been marking him with your nails previously, now delicately circling his broad shoulders to coax him down to your body.

He made no move to slip out of you - still semi-hard and knowing that there would be more rounds, that this frenzy was only beginning - as he rested his body against yours. His arms circled your spent body to hold you against him as your fingers found his hair and began to scratch his scalp.

Peace. That was what you were both feeling right now—utter peace—that this was right, that you had found each other, and that you would spend the rest of eternity beside each other.

Azriel lifted his head to press his lips to yours in a loving kiss, exploring that glittering, gleaming thread that sang between you - knowing he was finally complete and had a lifetime to enjoy it.

a/n: iiiiii don’t know how I feel about this one! it has been a long time since I wrote smut so I have no idea if that was any good...if you've made it this fare, thank you loves 🫶🏻 the final scene of domestic bliss (the 10-year anniversary) is missing but I am planning on making that it's own fic - I wanted to do it justice and felt it was too much to include in this one, so stay tuned!

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Give him something to listen to

Sebastian Sallow x f!reader x Ominis Gaunt

Summary: You give in to Sebastian's flirtations and Ominis is along for the ride.

A/n: I got sick of everyone saying wHY cAn'T i hAvE bOTh so I wrote this. Screenshot credit: @deathlysallows

Sebastian had been flirting with you for years, and you'd always done so well to resist his charms, but his persistence had begun to wear you down—that, and the stares he gave you with his dark eyes, head tilted down, made you ache uncomfortably between your legs. He'd cornered you during a quiet evening, his usual compliments given as he stroked your hand, and you'd give in. You nodded and he smirked, pulling you towards the boy's dormitories.

Sebastian pulled you into the room, drawing you into a soft kiss and guiding you towards the bed as your head whipped around to look at Ominis who was sitting on his own bed, engrossed in a book and completely nonplussed.

"Don't mind him, come here," Sebastian teased.

You cast a final nervous glance at Ominis and knelt on the mattress as Sebastian began unhooking your robes, shedding his own to the floor and drawing you into another, deeper kiss. His mouth was soft and warm, his tongue flicking over your lips until you met it with your own. He gripped you by the waist, pulling you roughly onto his lap and began unbuttoning your shirt, planting kisses on your chest as he went. Your fingers ran through his hair as he teased your nipple with his tongue, kissing and sucking your skin and drawing a low moan from your mouth.

You blushed and remembered Ominis, turning your head to see if he'd heard you. You weren't prepared to see what met your eyes—far from still reading, his book had been roughly discarded at the end of the bed and Ominis had his head thrown back against the wall. His trousers were roughly pulled down around his thighs and he was busy slowly stroking his erection, his thumb drifting lazily over the head. You should have looked away, but the heat rose in your cheeks and ache intensified between your legs as you watched him. His usually pale cheeks were flushed and lips parted as he stroked his impressive length, which in itself had you gasping for breath.

"Give him something to listen to," Sebastian whispered in your ear.

You turned back to him, your head spinning as he pulled his own shirt off, revealing his slim but defined torso, covered in freckles just like his face. You leaned back in to kiss him again, shuffling your hips forward and pressing into Sebastian's hard cock.

"Fuck," he muttered as you rocked your hips, the pressure against you drawing moans from your own mouth.

You felt yourself getting wetter from the friction, your underwear soaked as you thrust your hips against him. You drew back onto the bed, making quick work of Sebastian's trouser buttons and pulling them down below his hips, releasing his throbbing cock. You took him in your hand and ran a finger over the bead of precum as he moaned again, louder and more urgently. Tucking your hair behind your ears, you lowered your head, your eyes flicking towards his face, his gaze locked intently on you with his lips parted. You hovered over the head of his cock and smiled, your eyes flicking to Ominis who was looking more dishevelled, his hand working quickly and rhythmically.

"Please, I want your pretty little mouth around my cock," Sebastian begged as his erection twitched in your hand.

You took one last look at Ominis before your eyes flicked back towards Sebastian and wrapped your mouth around him, running your tongue up and down the length before drawing it back to create the pressure that had him swearing loudly and thrusting his hips to meet you. Sebastian was thick, his cock filling your whole mouth easily, and you willed your gag reflex not to trigger as you took him deeper into your throat.

"Fuck, your mouth feels amazing," Sebastian was muttering as he ran his hands through your hair, tugging it with every dip of your head.

Your eyes were inevitably drawn back to Ominis as you heard the first of his moans from the adjacent bed. He had pulled his shirt open and was thrusting his hips into his hand, the gleam of his precum evident in the low light of the bedroom. You let out a whimper as you watched him, fascinated and impossibly aroused by the boy who was usually so reserved and private.

"Do you want him to join us?" Sebastian said breathlessly.

You slowed your tongue, replacing your mouth with your hand and nodded at him.

"Ominis, come here."

Ominis didn't need very long to consider the instruction as he approached the bed, dropping his trousers and feeling his way onto the mattress. His thin and gentle hands ran over your back, tracing down your spine and reaching around to your front, skimming your hips and pushing in-between your thighs. He knelt behind you as you continued to stroke Sebastian with your hand, his dark eyes watching you. Ominis pushed his hand further, his fingers parting your lips and gliding over your entrance.

"She's so wet," he said in your ear. "Is that for me?"

You shuddered and moaned as he found your clit, his fingers making slow circles around the swollen nub.

"Yes," you said breathlessly.

Sebastian removed the grip he had on your thighs as one hand followed your leg up and reached between your legs, placing it over Ominis' as he continued to push you closer to the edge. Sebastian stroked your skin, wetting his fingers with your arousal which was now dripping down your thighs. You were so close, your legs shook as you struggled to keep your weight off of Sebastian's legs which you were still straddling.

"I'm so close, please don't stop," you managed to cry.

Ominis continued the tempo, his other hand teasing your nipple between his thumb and forefinger as his mouth explored the side of your neck. His mouth was wet and warm, his tongue flicking over you as he sucked gently on your skin. You felt his cock press into you from behind and you fell apart, arching your back as your orgasm rippled through you and made you scream and grip Ominis' hair. The hand you still around Sebastian was shaky and sloppy in its strokes.

"Do you want him to fuck you?" Sebastian asked in a low voice, his eyes never leaving you as you continued to whimper helplessly as Ominis' touch.

You nodded weakly and Sebastian removed your hand from his cock, taking it in his own and resting against the wall, watching and waiting. Ominis' hand finally left you and he sat back on the bed, pulling you by the waist to follow him. You turned towards him and straddled him, running a hand over his face—his pale skin flecked with beauty marks, his swollen pink lips. His hair was so messy as you'd gripped it tightly as you came undone, the blonde strands falling over his face.

He held his cock and guided you down with a push of your hips and you shuddered and moaned as he entered you, filling you completely.

"Fuck, Ominis you're so big," you sighed.

"Mmmph I can barely fit inside you," he muttered against your neck.

His mouth kissed you slowly up towards your jaw, finding yours and biting your lower lip gently as you whimpered. You moved your hips slowly, savouring the feel of him inside you, taking him inch by inch until he pushed your waist down and thrust up against you. You carried on the slow teasing as you exchanged sloppy kisses in-between ragged breaths, his grip becoming firmer and almost painful around your hips and waist.

"How does she feel?" Sebastian muttered from behind you.

You glanced backward to see him frantically stroking his thick cock, his eyes darting over yours and Ominis' entwined bodies. The image of him completely naked, sprawled out at the edge of the bed with his throbbing erection covered in spit and precum was almost more than you could bear as you let out a strangled whine.

"She's soaking, and so tight," Ominis moaned.

"Fuck," Sebastian said, his hand quickening.

You returned to Ominis' mouth, your tongue lapping over his hungrily as you fucked him urgently, another orgasm building inside you from the deep pressure.

"You are a good girl aren't you? Go and show Sebastian how tight your little pussy is," Ominis breathed in your ear.

You almost said no, but you wanted to feel Sebastian inside you. You gave Ominis a deep kiss and he bit down hard on your lip as you lifted off of his lap with a shuddering sigh, his soaking wet cock springing back against him. Sebastian already had you by the arm pushing you down onto the bed next to Ominis and shuffling in-between your legs.

He drew your legs up and thrusted into you, completely unprepared for how forceful he would be as he slammed into you again and again. You were vaguely aware of Ominis stroking himself by your head as he moaned appreciatively at the display.

"Fuck, you're so gorgeous," Sebastian groaned.

The words tipped you over the edge as your walls contracted around him, he swore as his cock pulsed inside you as he finished, his arms shaking and the both of you covered in sweat and sex, gasping loudly. You groped around above you to find Ominis kneeling on the bed, his groans now erratic and loud, feeling up his thigh to his tight balls and fondling them softly as he continued to stroke himself.

"Would you like me to fill up your mouth?" he asked.

"Yes, Ominis, please," you gasped.

Sebastian withdrew from over you and you scrambled towards Ominis, taking him hungrily in your mouth as he finished straight away at the suction, releasing his hot cum into your mouth. His hands tangled painfully in your hair as he held you still, his cock pulsing. You swallowed, licking the tip of his head as he loosened his grip and you moved your mouth away, making him shudder and collapse on the bed, completely breathless.

The three of you lay lazily in the post-sex haze, Sebastian's hand gently stroking your thigh and Ominis' hand running through your hair and you smiled, wondering why you'd resisted for so long.

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