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Sweet Thing — Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader
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Warnings: Praise, biting, marking, spit kink, drink play (red wine), thigh riding, blood kink, etc…
Word Count: 6.2k
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You were too focused on finishing the final touches of your dessert to notice the tall raven-haired woman glancing at you from across the room as you held your breath to ensure the icing along your cake was precise. Your bottom lip was tucked between your teeth as you examined your hard work with the intricate lines that formed the most beautiful pattern atop the cake.
It was one of the other maids birthday's and you took it upon yourself to help her celebrate as you and your fellow workers were the closest to the young maid as she had no family left. When you thought of the idea to make something special for her, you were surprised to hear from Alcina that she was allowing you to do such a task in her castle, as it was your place to care for her, and not anybody else, but the tall woman had her eye on you as you were the newest hire in the castle.
Although you had only been there for nearly a month, she noticed the way you were quick and efficient at your job. Rooms got cleaned without a speck of dust in sight, and she took note of the way your gentle hands moved her expensive decorations around, only to put them back in their exact position after they were thoroughly cleaned. You were never one to pry into Alcina's business unlike the other maids when one would suddenly go missing or there was a new bloody mess to clean after Alcina's daughters were done snacking. You kept to yourself, and that was something that intrigued her.
You knew of the Dimitrescu family's inhuman abilities but didn't dare ask questions out of respect, and with that, Alcina never laid a finger on you. . . That was, until a large pale hand found its way to your shoulder just as you had finished your task.
"Is it finally finished?" Alcina's sultry voice rang in your ears as she blew smoke past her lips from her lit cigarette that sat delicately in its elegant holder between her fingers.
"I think so—" You eyed the finished product, refusing to bring your eyes to the woman towering behind you as she slipped one of her black gloves off.
"Then I think it's time we taste it." Without hesitation, Alcina leans forward, her clothed breasts just barely touching the top of your head as she dips a slender finger into the frosting covering the cake, making you stand completely still in shock at both of her actions.
As Alcina brought her icing covered finger to her face, your head tilted up and eyes lingered on the way her darkened red lips wrapped around her pale finger before swallowing and contemplating for a moment.
"It's lacking a bit of. . . sweetness." She admitted with a frown.
"Oh– perhaps you need to wash it down with some wine! I've heard the other maid's talk about the wine cellar, I could go fetch–"
"No!" Alcina immediately cut you off, catching herself by surprise with her quick response.. "I mean. . ." She quickly looked around before catching sight of an unopened bottle of red wine to her left and picking it up to show you. "This will do just fine. Be a dear and grab two glasses for me." She pointed towards the glass cabinet that contained her favorite wine glasses, hoping to distract you from her fast response as she herself just realized why she was quick to begin with. You mentioned the wine cellar. There were things that happened down there that she didn't want your innocent eyes to see. There was a reason why the Dimitescu family was always in need of a new maid, but for some reason, the second you walked through her grand doors, there was something that stopped her from wanting to harm you, and it was at this moment that she realized she had a special liking to you, and she couldn't control her wandering thoughts any longer.
"Two glasses?" You eyed her curiously.
"For the two of us, of course. I thought you could use a break, unless you'd rather go back to cleaning–"
"Two glasses coming up!"
Alcina held back a smirk as she took a step back, allowing space for you to move freely around her and nab two glasses from the wooden cupboard.
"Where would you like me to serve you, Lady Alcina?"
"What have I said about the formalities, darling?" She tilted her head slightly.
"To call you by your given name. My apologies, Alcina." You bowed your head in respect.
"You're too sweet for your own good. . ." Her gaze immediately softened as she tilted your head back up with the point of her finger under your chin. "That's why you're my favorite." She smiled for the first time at you, and you felt your cheeks heat up at her words. "Now come, it's been a long day and I can't stand another moment in these infuriating heels." Alcina dropped her finger from your chin and clutched onto the wine bottle as she aimed for the door. Due to her height, Alcina had to bend forward to step under the doorframe, completely filling your view with the curvature of her lower body as her rear end was at eye level as she bent her way into the next room with you just behind her, a slight blush creeping onto your face when you noticed your lingering gaze on the woman's body and had to force your eyes away.
"Where are we going?" You question, when you two walk past the parlor where she normally drinks her beloved wine.
"To my chambers. I have a proposition for you."
"Why not ask me here?"
"It's more of a. . . private matter."
"Right. . ." You nodded your head in response as if she could see you with her back turned as the two of you made your way up the grand staircase and down the dimly lit hallway leading to her bedroom. She entered the same way she had to leave the kitchen, with the slight bend of her body, clouding your view once more with her backside.
Your eyes immediately scanned the elegant room surrounding you, as it had been your first time ever allowed into Alcina's private quarters. Her furniture was larger than a regular humans, to be more accommodating of her larger physique. She sat at her vanity with a small huff as she freed her feet from her black stilettos, tossing them to the ground as you just stood quietly at the entrance, fixated on the way her fingers were gentle with every move she made. Even as she was sitting down, her posture remained perfect.
"You can come in. Close the door behind you and pour us some wine." She chuckled when she caught sight of your nervous stance.
"Okay. . ." You immediately came to her side after closing the door behind you and setting the two glasses on her vanity before popping open the wine bottle and gently pouring the dark liquid into each glass, careful not to make a mess with the way your hands were slightly shaking.
"Thank you, dear." Alcina swirled her wine before taking a large sip, quietly humming at the plethora of flavors reaching her taste buds.
With hesitation, you picked up your own glass, and did just as she did, swirling the beverage around before taking a small sip. You hummed to yourself once you got a taste of the wine, as you immediately took a liking to it.
"Good, isn't it?" Alcina asked, before tossing her gloves on her vanity, followed by her large black hat that always shaded her face, freeing her pin tight curls.
"Very." Your eyes were trained on her as she looked at herself in the mirror, taking the pins out of her raven colored hair, and running her slender fingers through her curls.
"Good. I knew you would like it. After all, I do make the wine myself." She states matter of factly as her golden eyes meet yours through the reflection.
"You're very good at it."
"That's very kind of you, thank you." She smiled softly, and you gave her one in return. "Will you be a dear and unbutton my dress for me?" She asks politely.
"Oh- of course." You set your glass down next to hers before standing behind her, bringing your shaky hands to the back of her white dress and carefully unbuttoning the fabric little by little, slowly revealing her pale back until each button was undone. "There you go."
Alcina took another sip from her glass before she stood up, towering over you. "Would you like to hear my proposition?" She asked calmly, slowly sliding her arm out of her sleeve.
"Yes. . ." You eyed her curiously, slightly knitting your eyebrows, and forcing yourself to not tear your gaze from her glowing eyes. "You said it was a private matter?"
"I did, yes." She slid her other sleeve off, and slowly dropped her lush white dress down past her curves, revealing her slightly see-through black laced lingerie set that barely covered her luscious curves.
Your heart immediately started beating faster, and Alcina immediately caught on as you cleared your throat and tore your eyes away from her, instead taking another sip of your wine to cover the rising heat in your cheeks.
"If I'm being completely honest, you're one of the best maids I've ever hired. And I know you've only been here a month but I've noticed how hard you work. It's quite impressive." Alicia admitted as she bent to take another swig of her wine, thinking about her next words carefully.
"Thank you—"
Alcina lifted a finger to your lips, silencing you, before sliding that same finger down to your chest, walking you slowly backwards towards her bed. "And so I had this thought, that since you do so much around here, perhaps I could do a little something for you in return."
The back of your knees bump into her bed frame, sticking you in between both the bed and Alcina.
"Is that okay, doll?"
You nod your head, throat going dry at her sudden closeness.
"Use your words."
"Yes— do what you want. Please." You instantly caved, words coming out as more of a beg than you had originally planned, but with a bit of liquid courage, and a half naked Alcina towering over you was all it took for you to completely give into her control without a second thought.
"Good girl." Alcina smirked, and revealed her long and sharp claws in nearly an instant, making you freeze in place with wide eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to tear this little dress off your body, is that alright?"
"Yes. . ." You were soft spoken and didn't dare move as she gently used her claws to rip your dress open from the front, it fell straight to the floor in the blink of an eye, leaving you shocked that she left you completely unscathed.
"I've been very curious what you've been hiding under that little maid outfit of yours, and I will say that I am pleased with what I see." Alcina admits, yellow eyes scanning your body from head to toe, as the only garments covering your body were your bra and panties. She returned her nails back to their normal red polished fingers and used a gentle hand to push you down at the edge of the bed. An idea ran through her mind as you sat below her, Alcina turning around without saying a word to grab the now half empty wine bottle from her vanity. As her body faced away from you, your eyes couldn't help but land upon her rounded ass and admire her luscious curves as her thong sculpted her ass perfectly, and not noticing how long you were staring until she spoke out.
"You know how I knew you were different from the others?" She questioned, bringing your focus back up to her face. "You look at me with those bright beautiful eyes with pure admiration. Whether it was close or from afar, I could tell you weren't gazing out of disgust or hatred. It was different. . ." She smiled faintly at the thought as she made her way back to standing in front of you. "It was the kind of look you gave me just now. Like I wasn't just some kind of tall hideous monster."
"I mean, look at you. You're not hideous, nor are you a monster. You're beautiful, Alcina. Truly. How could I not look at you with anything other than 'perfect' on my mind?"
Her gaze fixated on you, only sensing the truth in your words, and you swore you saw her cheeks turn just the slightest shade darker than her usual bright porcelain skin.
"And this, my dear, is why you deserve a special treat." She tucks loose hair behind your ear.
"Which is?" You slightly raise a brow out of curiosity.
"Why me of course." She grazed a slender finger along your jawline. "That is, if you'll have me. I won't force you into anything you're not comfortable with." Her face softened, full of sincerity, almost begging you to agree. "Let me show you how grateful I am."
You looked up at her through your long lashes, taking a moment to think about what she was offering, and what you were about to agree to. You knew she meant every word she said. She had respected you from the start, and it was a surprise to both of you that you each had an eye out for each other, and unspoken feelings were mutual.
"Show me then." Her eyes lit up at your words, and Alcina wasted no time in gently pushing you all the way back against the plush mattress, your body falling softly onto the sheets, and holding yourself up by your elbows.
Alcina carefully crawled her way above you, straddling your hips with her meaty thighs, and ensuring she didn't add her full weight to the pressure against your hips, as she didn't want to squish your small human body.
"What do you say we finish this bottle up, hmm?" Alcina flashed the bottle in front of you, and you nodded your head in return. A smirk toyed at her lips just before she took a swig at her new thoughts. When you thought she was going to bring the bottle to your own mouth, she brought it back to her signature red lips, but this time you notice she didn't swallow, but instead set the bottle down on the floor, bringing her attention back to you.
You licked your bottom lip slowly as Alcina placed both hands on your cheeks, and leaned down, hovering her face just inches from yours, causing your back to arch as you attempted to reach up to kiss her lips. Alcina pulled away ever so slightly with an arched brow, wanting words of affirmation before she continued.
"Please. . ." You instantly begged her through your parted lips.
She slightly chuckled before pulling your face completely to her own. Her large hands gently squished your cheeks, causing your mouth to open, your tongue sliding out past your bottom lip just as Alcina spit her wine carefully into your mouth which you took without hesitation. She gave you a moment to swallow before smashing her lips against yours, both of you humming at the new contact.
Her tongue swiped against your bottom lip, asking for more access, and in return your lips spread. She immediately dove right in, her large tongue dominating yours. You completely fall back against the sheets, Alcina keeping her body pressed against yours as her hands roamed your body.
You snuck a hand down to her large breasts, grazing your thumb against her hardened nipple, eliciting another hum from the woman.
Alcina was the first to pull away for air, only to bring her lips to smother your jawline with wet kisses, using a light hand under your chin to tilt your head, giving the woman access to your open neck. She immediately attaches herself to you, sucking and kissing along your neck, holding back the urge to sink her teeth into you once she reaches your pulse point.
"Mmm, you smell divine." She admitted between kisses, slowly working her way down your skin, and leaving soon to be marks along your flesh.
"Thank—" Your words got cut off with a gasp when Alcina nibbled your collarbone before soothing it with her wet tongue.
When she reached your chest, Alcina lifted her head with a slight lick of her lips, bringing her golden eyes to yours.
"I see we still have more fabric to get rid of. May I?" She asks politely, pointing to your bra.
"Yes." You were quick to give her permission, which she took with a small smile, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra before sliding the thin fabric off of you, and throwing it to the side.
Her eyes landed upon your bare breasts almost instantaneously, gazing at their fullness with hunger in her eyes, watching as your chest rose and fell with your quickened anticipated breaths, loving the way you slightly squirmed under her gaze.
"My, my, even better than I imagined, little one. . ." She placed a gentle hand on your chest, cupping her breast softly, and grazing her thumb over your nipple, repeating the same action you did to her before.
She raised a small brow when you sucked in a breath, taking her sweet time in lowering her face towards your chest. Your back impulsively arched, pushing your breasts quicker towards her face, eliciting a deep chuckle from the woman.
"So impatient. . ." She looked up at you through her mascara filled lashes just as she flattened her tongue over your hardened nipple before attaching her lips to your breast. Alcina was gentle with her mouth movements, not wanting to graze her teeth against your sensitive skin, or accidentally harm you in any way.
A hand slid through her soft black curls, just barely keeping her head in place as her mouth worked wonders along your bud before kissing across your chest to pay attention to your other breast.
She slid a hand up to cup your other breast, fingers toying with your nipple and giving it a slight pinch, earning a small whimper to escape past your lips.
She then leaves wet kisses down your sternum, golden eyes watching every little movement of yours, whether it was your quick breathing or the slight arching of your back when she kissed a spot that felt ticklish.
As she kissed lower and lower, her kisses became faster and more needy as she went past your navel. Alcina, while lowering herself down, had her back arched, pushing her rounded ass in the air.
That view.
It was the kind of view that would be etched into your brain and never be forgotten.
She truly had the most beautiful curves you had ever seen.
Her teeth grabbed the thin lace, slowly sliding your panties down your legs, leaving you completely bare in front of her. Alcina's lustful gaze never leaves your lower half as she tosses your panties behind her. Her slender fingers glide past your glistening entrance, spreading your wetness around before bringing those same fingers to her mouth, and sliding them past her lips.
"Mmm. . ." Alcina uses her tongue to lick her fingers clean of your juices. "You have the sweetest little pussy." She hummed, leaning her face towards your wet center and licking a strip up your folds with her flattened tongue. Her hands held your hips down, not wanting you to move from her touch.
Alcina had never truly enjoyed herself as much as she was in the moment with you. She never thought she would've taken a liking to anyone, let alone one of her maids.
A quiet moan escaped past your lips when she flicked her tongue against your sensitive clit. Her fingers kneaded at your hips as she used her full mouth to pleasure you. Chills ran down your spine when she sucked your sensitive bud. She thought to herself how she couldn't possibly get enough of you and your taste along her tongue.
Alcina slid a hand between your thighs, slowly inserting a finger into your cunt. Her pace started off gentle and slow, before slowly increasing her pace little by little. Her pace matched the suction along your clit, and your moans couldn't help but grow louder.
"Be as loud as you wish, dear. I love hearing those pretty little moans."
Your hips begged to buck, wanting to push yourself impossibly closer towards her, but her strong hand kept you pinned down against the mattress.
"M-more, please. . ." You begged, gazing down at the woman between your legs.
Alcina slid a second finger past your entrance, eliciting a small whimper from you at the fullness of her fingers against your walls.
"You're so tight— just relax for me, Angel."
Your eyebrows knitted as you adjusted to her curled fingers, mouth agape as Alcina was giving you all of her attention. With every movement, your sweet spot got pleasured by her slender fingers, expertly curved just for you.
You did your best not to pull on her tight curls when your eyes rolled to the back of your head as her pace quickened.
"Yess, just like that—" You whined, head lulled back against the soft mattress.
Alcina felt your legs quiver around her, as you felt yourself quickly reaching your climax.
"You're close, aren't you?"
"Mhm. . ." You softly moaned out, hands clutching onto the comforter beneath you.
"Cum for me."
Your breath hitches in your throat, legs threatening to close around Alcina as not a moment later, you find yourself reaching your sweet release, coating her fingers with your juices.
"That's my good girl." Alcina cooed, keeping her relenting pace, wanting to see if she can get another one out of you.
Eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head as Alcina never faltered, her slender fingers putting in their work and stretching your walls.
As she went to adjust her positioning, her round ass jiggled ever so slightly, the sight immediately being etched into your brain. It made you wonder how one could be built so perfectly, and it made your cheeks red when Alcina's gaze fell onto you, catching sight of you checking out her ass.
Her small chuckle sent vibrations through your core, your breathing picking up as you felt yourself getting close once more.
You tried, but failed to hide a whimper as Alcina quickly switched her fingers out with her tongue, wanting to get an extra taste of you as you came for a second time. Your orgasm hit you harder than before, toes roughly curling as she used her tongue to lap up your mess. She hummed when your climax reached her tongue, savoring every little taste she could get of you.
Her movements slowed as you came down from your high, gently licking a strip up your folds to taste you one last time before sitting herself up, allowing you both to catch your breath.
You watched as Alcina sat on her knees, fingers gliding past her lips to suck off the cum from her now messy fingers, yellow eyes closing for just a moment as she licked them completely clean.
Your eyes fell upon her large breasts as she leaned herself forward to hover above you, hands relaxing on either side of your head.
"You're just the most delicious little thing I've ever had. . ." Alcina spoke softly, her gaze fixated completely on you. "Where have you been all my life?" She asked, fully not expecting you to answer, but was shocked when you did.
"Waiting for you." You admitted with a slight blush to your cheeks, eliciting the most beautiful smile you had ever seen form on Alcina's face.
"Fuck, you're perfect."
Her lips smashed against your own, engulfing you in a quick but fiery kiss.
She rested her forward against yours, both of you relaxing into the other's touch. You never thought she would ever be this close to you, but her touch comforted you, it made you feel safe.
However, your clean thoughts didn't last long when she pushed her full breasts against your own as she peppered your face with small kisses.
"I wanna go again." You blurted out, when her kisses reached your jawline.
"What?" She lifted her head to look at your face.
"I said. . ." You lifted your thumb up to swipe over her bottom lip. "I want to go again," You gazed at her with lustful eyes. "Please, Alcina."
"I see I severely underestimated you." Alcina smirked.
As she attempted to lower herself back down, you quickly grabbed her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks.
"I want to be on top this time."
"Really?" She lifted a high brow, her smirk not leaving her face.
"Yes." You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked at her with your best begging eyes.
"Okay. . ." She was hesitant at first, as she had never dealt with anything like this before, and never, ever, had anybody even want to spend this much time with her. It was all new, and part of it scared her, but the other part was relieved that she no longer had to worry about crushing your smaller body.
Alcina repositioned herself to sit next to you, eyes never leaving your body movements as you gently moved yourself to her lap, but only straddling one of her thighs, which she instantly caught onto.
"Ahh, I see now. The little maid just needed something a little bit more physical, hmm? Such a needy little thing."
Due to her height, her breasts sat directly in front of your face, and you had to tilt you head up just to look at the woman in the face.
You run a hand down her chest, fingers stopping at the small clip at the front of her bra that held it closed.
"I also need to take this off. You got to see mine, I think it's only fair I get to see yours too."
Alcina smiled and playfully rolled her eyes at your response, loving the bit of confidence that you had to admit what you wanted.
"If that's what you want. . ." Alcina brings her hands to her chest, carefully unclipping the small clasp and sliding the thin lace off her body before throwing it to the side, freeing her large breasts from their holder.
Your eyes couldn't help but wander across her chest, your bottom lip tightly being pulled between your teeth as your gaze fixated on her breasts.
Alcina watched as your eyes lit up at her bare chest and reached a hand down to your own, bringing it up to her chest, and allowing you to feel her.
Her pale skin was soft and smooth like butter, and your hand slowly slid over every bare inch of her. As you lowered your hand, your thumb grazed over her hardened bud before pinching it between your fingers, eliciting a small gasp from Alcina at the unexpected pleasure.
Her hands slid down to your hips, kneading at the soft flesh as she slowly began to glide your cunt along the length of her thigh with ease as your wetness was still very prominent.
You cup her breast gently and toy with her nipple as she keeps a firm grip along your waist. Your hips start a gentle rhythm, slowly working your way across her thigh, softly moaning as you attempt to push yourself farther down.
Alcina watched with fascination at your neediness for her, and how quick it was for you to be completely at her mercy.
Before you knew it, your free hand had slid down her sternum, past her navel, and landed upon her thin lace panties that had been soaked since she made you cum for the first time. Your gaze fell upon hers, Alcina immediately knowing what you were asking for, and nodding her head reassuringly.
Your hand slid underneath the fabric, fingers gliding over her wet cunt as your hips rocked back and forth against her thigh. A soft moan escapes when your fingers circle Alcina's clit, gently giving pressure to her sensitive bud.
You bring your mouth to Alcina's chest, sending wet kissing all along her voluptuous pale breasts, following the slight pattern of her veins.
"Just like that my sweet girl." Alcina cooed, followed by a deep moan eliciting from the woman.
You do your best to fit her tit into your mouth, flicking your tongue against her nipple. Alcina's grip only grows tighter along your hips now that you weren't the only one getting pleasured, her trying to hold back her long line of deep moans at the contact she's been craving oh so much. Your fingers were doing wonders for her, pleasure coursing throughout her entire body in a way that had her going feral on the inside.
Alcina's hunger for you only grew stronger when you curled your fingers inside her needy cunt, her head lulling back at the sensation. Your movements, now turning slightly erratic as you felt a knot in your core.
"Alcina. . ." You softly moaned out her name, feeling yourself quickly spiraling towards your third orgasm.
Your soft moans harmonized perfectly in sync with her deep ones, both of you getting lost in the mountain of pleasure you were giving each other. You only gave her a moment to adjust to your fingers before you matched them with the pace of your hips, her wetness quickly dripping down your fingers and into the palm of your hand.
"Fuck— just like that." Alcina moaned out, eyes reopening and gazing back down at you, watching your frantic movements along her thigh and your lips wrapped around her nipple.
Her eyebrows knitted just as your breath caught in your throat, both of you completely on the brink of an orgasm.
"Cum with me, Y/N." Alcina tried to order but it came out as more of a beg, but she didn't care. All she wanted was for the two of you to finish at the same time.
You nodded your head frantically, vision going blurry as you came along her thick thigh. Not a moment later, Alcina deeply inhaled as your palm hit against her clit, causing her to cum just a moment later with a drawn out moan.
"Fuck—" You whimpered, legs shaking around her thigh as you calmed your erratic movements, trying to catch your breath.
Alcina was breathing heavily by the time she got through her orgasm, and deeply sighing as your fingers slipped out of her. You brought your hand to your mouth, flattening your tongue against the palm of your hand, lapping up her juices before shoving the same two fingers in your mouth to clean them from her release.
You hummed when your eyes met with hers, loving the taste of her along your tongue. But, before you got to enjoy it for too long, Alcina gently grappled your wrist, pulling your hand away from your mouth to make room for her lips, engulfing you in a passionate kiss. Her tongue slid past your parted lips, begging for a taste of what you had.
After a long minute of making out, you both broke the kiss simultaneously to catch your breath as neither of you had the chance to catch some air.
"You didn't have to do that, you know." Alcina finally spoke after a minute.
"I know, but I wanted to. You pleasure me, so I pleasure you, it's only fair." You said playfully.
"Then I guess next time I won't be so fair." Alcina toyed, forcing you to smile followed by a small chuckle.
She tucked a stray hair behind your ear before her face had suddenly changed its emotions, as if she was thinking about something. Her eyes had glued to your exposed neck, gazing at your veins and listening to the fast beat of your heart.
You watched her swallow with a distant gleam in her eye. Following her gaze, you realized what she was staring at.
Your neck.
"Alcina—" You gently cupped her cheek, pulling her out of her trance.
"What is it, dear?"
"You're thirsty, aren't you? And not for wine."
"Well— Yes, but that doesn't matter." She waves her hand, standoffish. "I have some old blood bags in the fridge—"
"You can drink mine." You immediately offered her.
"No, no. I'll find something or someone else." She averted her gaze, wanting to avoid the conversation of you being a potential victim.
"You won't hurt me." You repositioned yourself and tilted your head to the side, completely opening your neck to her. "I know you won't."
Alcina deeply exhaled, knowing she was dying to have a taste of you, but having a fear of taking it too far to the point where it was lethal. After all, she had a special liking towards you, and wouldn't forgive herself if something bad happened to you because of her being reckless.
"I can't—"
"It's okay." You took her larger hand in yours, interlacing your fingers with her long ones, and giving her hand a gentle squeeze, hoping to reassure her. "I trust you, Alcina. Let me help."
"Fine. . . But just this once." Alcina sighed, hesitating to move. She licked her stained red lips before slowly leaning her head towards you.
You felt her hot breath along your neck, and her hovering just over your skin.
"I trust you." You repeat yourself for her to encourage her to continue.
Her hand reaches for your jaw, holding your head still as she quickly takes in your scent with a deep inhale.
"You smell divine. . ." She admitted, her nose immediately sensing the fading of your perfume with the lovely smell of sex.
Once she found the right spot, Alcina was careful when sinking her fangs into your flesh. You grew silent as you did your best to remain still, sucking in a breath at the sharp sting along your skin. Her thumb stroked your cheek to help keep you calm and at ease.
The pain was mild, and was quick for you to get used to. Alcina hummed when she finally got a deeper taste of you, knowing that you were the sweetest thing she had ever had. Her eyes closed as she got her fix of what she needed most.
After a few minutes, your vision started to grow a tad blurry, and you instantly felt relieved when Alcina slowly took her fangs out of you as carefully as she could. She used her tongue to soothe the faintly reddened area, completely cleaning your neck of any blood.
"Thank you. . ." She licked her lips with a grateful smile and her cheeks slightly flushed.
"You're welcome." You smiled back.
"Let's get you cleaned up, darling." Alcina offered, gently lifting you from her lap and setting you back down on the bed beside her.
She left you alone for a minute as she grabbed a wet rag along with some supplies to take care of your wound. The two of you sat in silence as you used the rag to clean yourself off while Alcina tended to your neck, cleaning the area completely and placing a bandage on top. She gave your neck a small kiss before returning everything to the bathroom.
Once she came back out, Alcina noticed the tired look on your face, and smiled weakly.
"You must be exhausted, why don't you sleep in here tonight?" She offered, making her way back towards the bed.
"Where would I sleep?"
"With me of course." Alcina chuckles as she makes her way to her side of the bed, and takes her thong off before sliding under the lush sheets behind you. "Come on, lay with me." She lifted the sheets next to her, making room for you to slide in at her side.
The two of you faced each other, gazing into each other's eyes silently before Alcina broke the silence.
"Don't be shy dear, come closer." Alcina opened her arms for you.
You didn't hesitate to scoot closer towards her with a small smile, tucking your face into her neck and intertwining your legs with hers. You yawned just as Alcina wrapped an arm around you, pulling you flush against her warm body.
Sleep instantly took over you, exhaustion hitting you like a stack of bricks and you soon found yourself falling asleep in Alcina's arms as she gently traced patterns along your bare back.
She let herself enjoy the peaceful moment, waiting for you to be completely asleep before she allowed herself to fall into a deep slumber with you tucked safely in her arms.
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you sunshine, you temptress
you are normally an anxious wreck, and something about Harry’s hands calms you down (and his teeth..) * slight smut
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[ part 2 ]
word count: 3.7K
warnings: Harry x reader, soft!dom harry, biting, spitting, smut, some fluff
**[due to two messages I’ve received since posting this, I want to clarify that this relationship is completely consensual! there is no forcing or pressuring! xo]
Harry was sitting at his desk, eyes fixated on the computer monitor, when you gently tapped your fingers on the door. He looked past the screen and gave you a nod, silently assuring you that you weren’t interrupting anything. It was nice that he worked from home the majority of the time. That meant that you could spend lots of time with him and that when you were having bad times, he was just a few rooms away.
He didn’t fully turn his attention away from the contract he was reading over, though. You felt a sting in your heart as you realized he wasn’t looking your way. But you stayed calm and softly walked across the room, your socks muffling your footsteps.
Once you were at his side, hands fumbled with each other as you waited, he finished the paragraph he was on and adjusted the cursor over the next section so he wouldn’t lose his place.
“Hi, my sweet girl.” He said as he turned in the chair, his hands extending for you to take or to step closer, whichever you wanted.
You opted to take his hands and squeeze them tight before placing them on your waist. When you didn’t say anything, he became more concerned. He pulled you closer, wanting to give you some comfort. He could easily tell when your anxiety was hyped up. Your breaths were shaky and your eyes avoided his - simple but key things he noticed every time - on top of other signs.
“What’s the matter, angel baby?” He hummed, dragging you between his knees. Your eyes were placed on his shoulder instead of his face. “Hey, sweet pea. I’ve missed you.”
You nodded softly, indicating the same thing back to him. He knew you were long gone as your hand moved to his shoulder, sliding to the collar of his shirt and you started to gently scratch and pinch his skin.
“Wanna sit in my lap, baby?” He asked in a soft voice, remembering how easily you could get triggered by loud or overwhelming noises.
You nod again, allowing him to maneuver your body. He took notice of your attire - leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. It was August and you usually never got cold, so he was confused as to why you had a long sleeve item on.
“Are you cold, baby?” He asked, toying with the hem of the sweatshirt as you leaned your side against his body.
“Yeah.. Cus m’not by you.” You muttered out, eyes closing as you savored the feeling of sitting on his lap, his arms secured around your body. His attention was fully yours now. “Miss you.”
He kissed your cheek a few times. “I miss you, baby. You can stay with me for a bit.”
You nodded softly as you picked at your thumbnail. Harry carefully pulled one hand away from the other, knowing you’ll destroy your skin if he didn’t. You huffed and snatched your arms up, crossing them over your chest. He sighed, but kept his cool. He wasn’t intending to set you off, just wanted to look after you.
“M’not tryna be mean, baby, okay?”
“I know.. just don’t.. like it when you do that.” You stared down at his hand that was resting on your thigh.
Your mind drifted off for a moment. You couldn’t resist thinking about how much you adored his hands - how he rubbed your back, caressed your belly, squeezed your breasts. He did so many wondrous things with his hands. He loved to play with your hair and tickle your waist and hold you while you slept. But your favorite things were when he let you suck on his fingers and thumb, whether during sex or while trying to sleep. Most of all, when he rubbed your clit or explored your womanhood - pulling, pinching, and flicking through your folds and over your nub.. that was your favorite.
“Someone’s distracted, hmm.” He said, squeezing your waist as he pressed a line of kisses down your jaw to your chin. “Do you need something special, baby?”
You thought for a moment about your options. Did you want pleasure? Or did you want to give him pleasure and receive praise? You loved either idea, but you weren’t sure. Harry’s thumb and index finger bumped your chin, forcing your head towards him.
“Baby doll, don’t be shy with me.”
“M’not.. just thinking ‘bout what I want.” You pout your lips out, eyes locked with his.
“I can take a twenty minute break, okay?” He looked at his computer for a moment, then shifted his focus back to you. “Whatever you need, baby, just tell me.”
“Twenty?” You softly whispered, your head leaning against his now.
He chuckled back. “I guess it depends on what you want, doll. Y’know I’ll make exceptions.”
That made you feel a little better. You took a deep breath and pushed it through your nose. Your body was experiencing a lot of anxiety, thankfully it was slightly better now that you were with him. But you weren’t sure what you wanted.
“I dunno yet.”
He licked his lips as you looked down at your legs again. “You don’t have to pick anything specific. Just wanna sit with me for a bit?”
You shrugged. “I wan’ to do something special.”
For the first time in what felt like forever, you sat your hand over his on your thigh and started tracing his skin. He gave your hip a knead, wishing he could probably feel your butt.
“You’re anxious, yeah?”
“Mhm.. a bit.”
He pressed his lips to your cheek, making you blush. “When you’re anxious.. you like f’me to make you feel good, don’t you, baby?”
You nod. He slid his hand up your leg, pushing the sweatshirt out of the way. It was way too long for you. You watched as he got closer to your crotch,
“Let me make you feel good then, angel.”
You curled your fingers around his wrist and stopped him from moving any further. He frowned, confused as to why you weren’t letting him do this.
“Wan’ your other hand..”
He smirked. “Want my better hand, hm?”
“This one gets tired too quick.”
The chuckle that left his throat made your heart skip a beat. He was just so attractive to you in every way. You turned slightly, your hands grabbing his face to yank him towards you. He hummed as his mouth fell on yours, tongues slipping around and lips smacking against one another.
Harry gripped your waist with one hand, the other clutching your hip. He wasn’t letting up on you. He sucked on your tongue, making you moan into his mouth. You pulled away, fingers gripping his jaw to keep him back. Immediately, your eyes fell to his lips - they were red liek yours now, slightly swollen and covered in a thin layer of spit. You licked your own lips, wanting to swipe your tongue over his skin to clean him up.
He knew that look in your eyes all too well. His lips pulled into a smirk as he let saliva gather in his mouth. You gulped, hoping that he was going to let you do your favorite thing.
“Please.” You whispered, eyes trained on his mouth as he parted his lips. “Wan’ it, please.”
Without saying a word, he swished all of his spit onto his tongue and knocked your hands down from his face so he could move. You whimpered as you touched his chest, waiting patiently. Harry tapped your chin, a silent command for you to open your mouth. You stuck your tongue out past your lip, eyes watching him closely. He held your jaw and angled your head the way he needed it to be.
A rumble exploded in your stomach as he spit onto your tongue, his taste filling your mouth. Your panties were getting damper by the second. He did it again as you pulled at his shirt, begging for more.
“Hold it, baby.” He mumbled as he let his hand fall from your face. “Look so pretty with my spit in your mouth, don’t you?”
You frowned your brows gently, nodding your head as he slipped his hand under your shirt. Harry knew what you wanted next - his command. You were not in any sort of dominating relationship, but you loved it when he was that way with you.
“Go ‘head, baby doll. Show me what you love doing.”
You released a gentle moan as you spread his spit onto your lips, smearing it over your skin. He watched with a hard smirk, eyes focused on your mouth. You scooped it all back up and move it from cheek to cheek, tasting him was your favorite thing.
“Swallow it f’me, baby.” He said with a lift of his brows.
You pushed it all down your throat and stuck out your tongue, showing him it was all gone. He gave you a proud grin and grabbed your chin, bringing your face back to his. He kissed you for a long moment - it was sloppy and messy, tongues rubbing all over, spit mixing together and being passed around from mouth to mouth. It was dirty, like you liked. He had never experienced this kind of intimacy before you, and neither had you. It was just something that unfolded with time - something you both found within yourselves, only for each other.
“M’baby might be a bit more than anxious, yeah?” He said breathlessly, finally pulling back to take a break. “Are you horny, baby doll?”
A grunt slipped past your swollen lips. “Needy.”
He smirked at your correction. Despite being so filthy with him, you didn’t like hearing certain words. He pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth.
“Wan’ me to take care of you, baby?” His hand pressed into the small of your back. “Make it all go ‘way?”
You nodded, hands gripping either side of his neck. “Please.”
“Turn ‘round.” He patted your thigh, wanting you to adjust yourself in his lap.
You moved around, throwing a leg on either side of him, sitting down on his thighs like you belonged tbere. That’s because you did. Once you were situated, his hands grasped your body and you felt more of that anxiety in your gut fade away. You were comfortable.
“Tell me what you need.”
You groaned, tilting your head back in frustration. “More than twenty minutes.”
Harry chuckled. “Baby girl, y’already know I’ll give you all the time in the world.”
Once you received that assurance from him, your throughts went wild. You scratched at his neck, but not too harshly - the reminder than he has an important meeting tomorrow was stuck in your head, only because he’d have to leave you home by yourself.
“Mark me, please.” You said softly, one hand slipping onto his jaw to move his head where you wanted it, and he of course let you without putting up a fight. “Wanna be yours.”
He smirked against your throat as your head fell backwards. “Already mine, baby girl. But I’ll remind everyone.”
You sighed in relief as he started sucking on a spot of skin, pulling it into his mouth, drawing your blood to the area. For a second, you thought about stopping him but you didn’t want to - not all the way, at least. Your fingers locked in his hair, slightly pulling at his roots. He thought you were just reacting to him, letting him know you were enjoying it. So he frowned when you used some force to yank his head back, tearing his mouth from your skin.
“Baby, I thought-“
Your thumb covered his lips, making him silence himself. Sometimes you got a bit bossy, but without taking control or gaining any dominance. You get what you want whenever you want, never have to do any work unless you want to.
“Bite me.” You muttered back, eyes boring into his.
His brows dropped. “Baby, y’know I don’t like using m’teeth on your neck.. s’too pretty for brutal marks.”
You groaned, sliding your thumb over his teeth before letting him envelope it into his warm mouth. “Don’t have to do many.. just a few, please.”
“No, darling. I’ll give you marks but no bites.”
You whined, frustrated with him at this point. “Baby, please!”
“We have dinner plans Saturday, baby. It’s easy to cover the bruises.. not teeth marks.”
You gave his chest a shove, making him huff back at you. “Harry, please. Don’t wanna beg you.”
“M’not gone let you, baby. I said no.”
Your nails sank into his shoulders, even though the fabric of his shirt he could feel them piercing his skin. His big hands grasped your hips, trying to calm you down but it wasn’t working. You were getting irritated with him.
“But I get what I want. You always promise me that, bubby.”
You attempted to sway him by using a soft, sad tone of voice and one of his favorite pet names. But it didn’t seem to work. He shook his head and pressed the pads of his fingers deep into your thick hips.
“I said no.” He sighed, closing his eyes for just a moment.
“Harry, pretty please.” You pout, rolling your bottom lip out and giving him wide eyes, doing whatever it possibly took.
He shook his head again. “No, honey. No.”
You didn’t like it when he denied you of soemthing you wanted. It happened so rarely that you never were able to handle it right when it did occur. You pushed out a breath, your lips turning to a frown.
“Then stop!” You suddenly blurted out, grabbing his wrists to push his arms away from your body.
“Baby, don’t.” Harry quickly tightened his grip on you, knowing you’d be unable to pull him off. “You’re acting like a child.”
“You’re being mean to me!” You felt your lip start to quiver, and of course he immediately noticed it.
“Nuh-uh, none of that, darling.” He was trying to be as sweet as he could.
He never liked it when you got upset, especially if he was the cause of it. The last thing he wanted for was your to cry over this - because he’s denying you of what you want.
“Baby, I don’t wanna hurt you. Everytime i bite you the way you want.. You bleed.”
“S’cus I wanna! I wanna hurt.. wan’ the pain.” You struggled to take in a proper breath. “You know I like it.”
Your arms slinked around his neck, pulling your self against him. His head was forced into the crook of your neck, but he didn’t fight you. If he was being honest, he was confused as to why you suddenly wanted his touch, weren’t you mad at him?
“Please, Harry, please.” You whined quietly. “I wan’ your teeth on me, please. Love you so much.. wanna be marked.”
“Baby.”
“I’ll do anything, bubba! Please!”
Harry took in a breath and carefully released it, his warmth spreading over your skin. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling and twisting to keep a hold on him. You felt hopeless, despite not wanting to give up. Harry could easily tell you were being genuine - whenever you were needy, you were just needy. There was no pretending or trying to deny it, he knew that.
He gave in. “You’re wearing your hair down Saturday.”
The second his teeth sunk into the side of your neck, you let out a loud moan of absolute pleasure. You adored the pain that shuddered through your body - straight to your core. Soft whines fell past your lips, getting lost in his hair as you shifted your head.
Harry’s fingers roughly grabbed your jaw and forced your head back where it had been, allowing him easier access to your neck. A thousand things flooded your mind all at once - each of them revolving around him. You wondered if he was really enjoying this. It was nothing new to you - the fact he didn’t like inflicting too much pain on you. Rougher sex was one thing, at least he knew then you were getting pleasure and an orgasm - but biting you so hard.. that was a whole other situation. He didn’t like doing it, the pain was a different type, the physical effects it caused to your body made him hate himself. But yet, he always did it whenever you asked because you were his princess - and princesses always get what they want.
The other main thought your mind kept circling back to was whether or not he was getting off on this. Was he just doing this to make you happy? You started to grind your hips down, trying to feel for any hardness. He groaned as you rubbed against his erection, a smile covered your lips. Of course he was horny, when was he not?
“Harry.” You muttered as he started working on a third mark, this time at the base of your throat where your skin was much thinner - which he was very aware of. He wasn’t trying to make you bleed out, but you weren’t satisfied anymore. “Harder.”
He opened his eyes as his lips fell from your neck. You huffed, trying to yank him back against you. He stopped you, his big hand coming up to gently touch the side of your neck - the side he hadn’t marked up. You were slightly irritated as his pretty eyes stared at the mark on your throat. He had bitten down too hard - even though it was lighter than the others. Your skin was so fragile there, so sensitive. Now, it was broken and a red circle was forming around the area.
“Don’t stop.” You whispered softly, combing through his hair. It was slightly oilier than usual, tonight was his shower night. “Please, baby.”
“M’done.” He muttered back, eyes still locked on your neck. There was a drop of blood pooling to the surface. He gulped as he watched it emerge and begin to roll down your skin. “I hurt you.”
His grip on your head loosened and you were finally able to move, opting to look down at him. You relaxed your body, sitting all the way on his thighs now. Your fingers curled around his nape, eyes trying to find his but he wouldn’t stop his staring.
“M’not hurt.” You whisper back, trying your best to remain calm and not become a brat about not getting your way. Sometimes Harry just didn’t realize he was doing everything you wanted him to do. “Please, look at me.”
The shake of his head was faint, barely noticeable. If you hadn’t been looking, you would have missed it. Harry’s hands were hardly touching your body now. He had returned his hand back to your waist - but he wasn’t even gripping you like he always, always did. It worried you, mostly because you thought it was your fault. Was he not turned on anymore? Did he not want to do this? You could still feel him under you, hard as a rock - but that didn’t mean he wanted to do this anymore.
“You’re bleeding.. in all three spots.” He mumbled, his lips stuck in the shape of a frown.
Once again, you try your best to move his head up, but he doesn’t allow it. A whine slips past your lips as you put both hands on his neck, attempting to get his attention.
“I can make you feel better, yeah?” You suggested, one hand traveling down his chest. He grabbed your wrist just as you reached his navel. “Harry.”
“No.” He quickly shot your efforts down.
“You don’t.. want me?” The words came out in a soft whisper, almost inaudible.
Harry let out an unamused laugh. “You shouldn’t want me, baby. I.. you’re bleeding.”
You were annoyed by his constant complaining, so you decided to determine the outcome yourself. When you reached up to touch your throat, Harry shook his head. You felt a wetness coat two of your fingertips. When you pulled your hand back to look, you felt a lump begin to form in your throat.
“M’not touching you anymore.. not right now.” He said suddenly, making your heart drop to your gut.
“What? No! Harry.” You whined, quickly wiping your fingers on your shirt so you could touch his face. “Bubby, i need you, please.”
“Baby, no.”
Tears began forming in your eyes. “This isn’t fair! I want this. You didn’t do it on purpose!”
He shook his head and gripped your sides. “Go. M’not doing anything.”
That broke your heart - literally crushed your lungs. A breath came from your mouth and you slumped against him, his face in your chest as you lazily put your arms around his neck.
“Pretty please.” You mumbled out, trying your best to be as sweet as possible. “Love you so much.”
Harry huffed back. “I love you, darling, but M’not doing this right now.”
“Harry-“
“Give it up, baby. M’serious.”
“Fine!” You threw your arms down and pressed your hands on his shoulders to stand up. He tried to keep a hold of your waist but you furiously shoved his hands down. “You’re being mean for no reason!”
He didn’t like the tears rolling down your clearly angry face. “Baby-“
“No!” You yelled, fists clutched at your sides. “I didn’t interrupt you! You let me in! I didn’t do anything mean to you!”
“I never said you did!” He raised his voice right back at you, but you didn’t care.
Within seconds, you were fleeing his office and rushing up the stairs to the bedroom. Harry was supposed to give you his undivided attention - but today he chose to neglect that promise. He wasn’t working on anything that needed his full focus, so why was he acting that way? It wasn’t like he had never bit you before..
((I wrote this originally using a name for the female character, but I changed it! Excuse any errors if I left in the name anywhere!))
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I'ma just take your life
Baby, just close your eyes
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✖︎❤︎ Marked Up ❤︎✖︎
#bruises#bruising#bruise kink#bite me#bite kink#biting#butch ns/fw#butch nsft#butch bait#butch4butch#butch bottom#sapphic nsft#bf said ‘keep my mouth busy and you won’t get bruised’ and folks#I was unprepared and unsuccessful LMAO#but I was also *very* successful <3#technically he was kept busy! just by my throat#I’m a good chew toy#🫀#liver.png#monsterfucking
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(Y/N)'s breathing was ragged as she rushed down the crowded streets of Logue Town. Her feet hit the ground with many audible 'slaps,' though they were drowned out by the intense, bombarding noises of the clamoring behind her. Only a few yards away from her, at her back, approximately (from what she had surmised after running for so long) thirty pairs of shoes struck the ground with harsh, terrifying 'booms' and 'clacks' in near-unison.
She cursed herself for her earlier mishaps silently before she made an effort to look behind her for a brief moment in order to gauge the distance between the two parties.
Who were the parties in question? Well... it just so happened that it was (Y/N), herself, and the Marines.
Yeah.
The Marines, a small portion of the World Government's battalion stationed on Polestar Island, specifically in Logue Town, were chasing lil' ol' (Y/N).
A harsh sigh ripped through her nostrils as she continued to run ahead of the men behind her. Their shouts and calls for her to stop were in vain, a mere waste of energy, for she was not planning on giving in to their demands any time soon.
(Y/N) was a free woman and she'd make sure it stayed that way for the rest of her life.
She was, however, prompted to smile when she heard the encouraging calls of her 'neighbors' to her left, right, forward, and behind. The calls of her friends rang out like jolly bells on Christmas day-- they were cheering her on!
(Y/N) was no criminal. Only, she was a... vigilante of sorts. Renowned for her dislike of the Marines (need a reminder that it's the entire World Government she hates? Right...), she is both hated and loved. She does good, of course, but she also does bad.
What could she have done that was so bad?
Her train of thought was cut short when a sword whizzed by her head, striking a barrel of fine wine far-off from where she was currently placed.
They were really trying to kill her!
Before the Marines could stop to congratulate the thrower, (Y/N) ducked down under a vendor's intricate little tapestries and shielded herself from prying eyes. She was now hidden behind many fine artworks that had been tailored to perfection.
The girl hummed, interested in the many pieces that were presented to her prying eyes, before she tore herself from her thoughts once more and fled the area.
The incredibly convenient thing about Logue Town was that it had so many allies, twists, and turns that it was difficult to not get lost! (Y/N) couldn't say she was particularly familiar with the area, only knowing certain landmarks like that one scaffolding piece that pirates and/ or criminals are usually executed from, but she did know how to get lost pretty well.
In fact, that's what she just did! In her haste, she had entered an alleyway by the vendor's booth and took far too many turns to count. She recalled going down some stairs, scaling a fence, and ducking under some caution tape, but that was about it.
Now, (Y/N) stood on the other side of town, clearly in her element.
Ah.
Silence.
She had completely lost the Marines that had been on her tail!
When running away from people, it's best to not think about where you're going. If you do, you'll make conscious decisions that can be presumed by others. If you have no idea what you're doing, they can't anticipate your next move. In the short time that (Y/N) had had a mother by her side, she had always told the young girl, "It's hard to win an argument against educated people, sure, but it's even harder to win an argument with uneducated people."
Wasn't that just the truth?
Suddenly, the silence in the small, empty square of the town was broken by a peal of bubbling laughter that had erupted from her throat.
"Hah! Hah-hahaha!" She called out, placing firm hands on her belly. She keeled over, eyes shut tightly as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.
She calmed herself in a moment or so, able to collect her bearings after having released her joy.
"Man!" The girl shook her head, releasing the hold she had on her stomach, and, instead, raised her right hand to wipe at the few tears that had snuck down her cheeks. "Those Marines never learn."
A smirk drew across her face as she dusted off the garments she donned. Due to having men on her tail at all times, she had long since scrapped the idea of living in a set-in-stone home; this means that she also didn't change very often... unfortunately. Around town, she'd be seen wearing one outfit that she had (regrettably) stolen in the past. It had fit her for years no matter the amount of growth she had gone through.
(Y/N) couldn't be described as little or big, wide or thin, tall or short-- she was just herself. The outfit she had decided on long ago was basically a part of her in its entirety. Sure, it fit more tightly than it had in the past, but it still looked good!
Blemished, but good... trust, it does.
She shook her head, ruffling her hair gently with her left hand, before she took a short step forward, keen on finding a place to sleep for the evening. She was surprised, however, when she felt a stinging in her left foot.
"Agh-- what the hell?" She murmured to herself, eyes narrowed to slits as she made an effort to get a look at whatever this pesky wound on the sole of her foot was. It ached and stung relentlessly even when she lifted it off of the ground.
Now, (Y/N) was in a rather awkward position-- she tilted her head to the left in order to have a good view, but she was also hopping on one foot with her back slightly bent in the opposite direction with her left leg bent upward, foot baring itself to her prying eyes.
Yep. There it was-- the small wound. Looks like, in her little running session earlier with the Marines, she had sliced the sole of her foot down to the ball.
"Man!" She grunted, rolling her eyes as she dropped the appendage to the ground once more. She straightened her back and looked forward before running a hand through her hair roughly. "Eughh!" She groaned, squeezing her eyes shut.
Wounds weren't a good look on... well, 'street cats' like herself. It was expensive to treat in both time and money.
Both of which (Y/N) didn't have.
She could always request a place to stay from a friend (she had a lot of those in Logue Town, surprisingly, despite her being somewhat of an outlaw), but it was dangerous for them and she'd never want to put people she loves in such compromising situations. No. She wouldn't, couldn't, shouldn't.
She stomped off to a corner in the Square, making a conscious effort to apply extra pressure to her fresh wound out of spite, before settling down on a thin bench that had been placed there in the past. It was old, but it was comfortable and sturdy.
She plopped down like a sack of potatoes, immediately sprawling out across its width. The low ambiance of Logue Town didn't seem to reach this area, for no vendors were out and about in this part of town. Despite having lived here for so long, she still hadn't reached every corner of this island.
"I gotta work on that." She mumbled to herself slowly, eyes half-lidded as fatigue began to creep up onto her still-upright form. "But I also gotta get some sleep." Her eyes flickered upward, now peering up at the sky. Pink and purple hues mixed with oranges and yellows. Dusk.
She yawned widely, shrugging off any further intentions to garner food or water before 'bed.' She didn't need it today-- she'd be all right.
Gently, she shifted to the right and laid herself across the bench. Her arms were folded behind her head, acting as a pillow, though they were contorted in a way that allowed for proper circulation. She looked awkward with her knees hiked up and eyes tightly shut with a 'go-the-fuck-away- frown’ on her face, but it was how she always lived.
She didn't usually get bit by any bugs, thankfully. Her natural repellant was quite handy on some days.
The girl drifted off to sleep rather soundly, not getting interrupted by any miscellaneous creatures of the night or annoying, pesky kids that liked to seek her form out and tattletale to the Marines.
Later, she awoke. Still, night prevailed; the stars twinkled above beautifully, shimmering on the reflection in her glassy eyes.
(Y/N) didn't need much sleep because of her 'condition' that shoved her sleep schedule towards being more crepuscular than a daylight-oriented devil.
Quickly, she set off into the night. Her bare feet, injured and dusty, slapped against the cold stone ground loudly as she meandered through the streets. After too many turns and ups-downs and turnarounds, she reached her original place of being: the main street!
Just yesterday, she had been, as mentioned earlier, 'told on' by some slimy little kids that had found her lying in a corner on some unnamed street in Logue Town to the Marines. That led to her being chased from morning to near-dusk! It was certain that she had worked up quite the appetite in the commotion. It was a miracle that she could run for so long.
"I know those damn bastards don't." She spat, rolling her eyes obviously as she continued to stalk the main street. At some point in her little escapade, her footsteps had quieted. She was hunched over, arms half-outstretched as if she were going to grab something.
"I see those Seamen taking breaks on the sidelines while their stupid ass replacements jump into the fray in their place. So lame." She continued to complain to everyone and no one, speaking to herself but to the whole world at the same time. She was talking just to talk, but she wanted someone to listen despite that.
(Y/N) was a difficult girl. Or, if simplified, she's just a girl. A catty girl. A spiteful girl. A-- you get the point.
Suddenly, she halted. She raised her torso and stuck her nose into the air, angled just slightly to the right. Now, she wasn't hunched over-- she was stretching upward. She smelt something rather delectable.
"Oh, this is gonna be good." She squealed lowly, eyes narrowing as she changed her direction, now heading toward a vendor's booth on the right of the unlit street. The scent permeated throughout the area so it was difficult to pinpoint the booth specifically, but after a minute or so of sticking her nose up against the closed shops ('closed' meaning they were covered by a single thick cloth), she had located it.
"Damn right, this is gonna be good." She purred to herself, raising a quaint brow as she swiped her right hand out in front of her, striking the booth's detestable cloth that shielded the prize from her eyes.
Yheaup! It was good. All she saw was meat-to-meat, lining walls and short tables! Chicken, turkey, lamb, beef, crustaceans, all of it! This guy knew his stuff, apparently.
So sad that she was gonna steal some of it, though.
(Y/N) suddenly tossed her torso backward, her head nearly striking the stone ground beneath her. "Oh! I simply couldn't-- possibly could not!" She wailed loudly and obviously, shaking her head vigorously from left to right as she denied her tempted thoughts. "I couuuldn't take this.. this... delectable goodness!" She drawled, clenching her eyes shut tightly. She balled her fists in front of her chest, gripping her top.
Without a moment's notice, though, after her little display, she righted her stance and snagged a fat hunk of meat that she didn't bother to identify. It was the closest, so it was gonna get in her belly the quickest.
She fled the scene with great vigor, planting her shoeless feet (injured and all) on the cobblestone ground as she rushed off to find a place to devour the meal. She always did this. Stealing, of course, but more importantly: the damn show. She always had to put on an act as if she couldn't... but she has to! She can't... but she must! She-- she took it. Yeah, it always ends with her taking it anyway with little-to-no remorse.
She wasn't all evil. She only took from booths she knew did well in Logue Town's ever-fluctuating economy. Because that booth had so much meat, she knew that they could afford a fifty-berry loss without a single shed tear. A grumble and a pout, yeah, but no counting individual shillings just to make ends meet.
After quite a bit of running (she always ran, she always hid; it was basically her thing at this point), she had reached the docks where boats were tied up and prettied to perfection.
"Hey, girls!" She called cheerily, still gripping the hunk of meat with two hands. A bright smile stretched across her face when she noticed the many boats that were lined up still looked clean and tidy despite their having been stationed in the ocean for weeks on end. "You guys look great." She praised, winking at the inanimate objects as she slid into a seated position on the dock, legs hanging off of it comfortably.
She loved boats and she loved the idea of sailing. She just wasn't very good at it. So, this was her next-best alternative: hanging out with them in the early morning. She loved the ocean, it was just unfortunate it hated her in return.
She never expected an answer when she spoke aloud to the world. She wasn't delusional-- boats couldn't talk. But she was surprised to hear a squeaky sound from her leftmost direction.
"Why, thank you!" It seemed to sing. It wasn't good singing. It was bad singing, really bad, in fact. Scratchy and forced. Almost like...
She was ripped from her thoughts when heavy footsteps (clearly long strides, she could tell even without seeing it) rang out nearby. A man's footsteps.
A grimace quickly replaced her joyful expression when she made this conclusion. Her head swiveled to the left, giving her a good view of--
Of legs. It was just legs.
Her brows furrowed and her grimace worsened. A tall guy, huh? She looked up, tilting her head back. In her seated position, she wasn't even up to this dude's knees!
(Y/N)'s grimace morphed into something akin to a stupor when she got a good look at this guy. Hauntingly gaunt and pale, he looked hideous! Not to mention that nasty yellow-toothed smile he had on his hollow face.
"Eugh." She grunted, reeling her head back in disgust.
Wrong move, it seemed.
He immediately got the hint, but not in the best of manners. His 'bright' yellow smile was ripped off of his face and replaced with pure, unadulterated rage. "You bitch! Calling me ugly, huh?” He bellowed, left eye twitching as if she had thrown sand in it.
Clearly, she thought to herself, this guy seemed to get these reactions a lot. It was like he was used to the disgust. He anticipated it. Like, he just reacted so quickly! Did he want her to mess up so he had something to--
(Y/N)'s thought process was cut short when his boney knee drew back before striking her firmly in the face, knocking her over. She wasn't quite close enough to the edge of the dock that she was tossed into the water, but it was a tad too close for her liking.
Now, her pretty face was marred by the impact. It'd leave a harsh, green-blue bruise for sure in a day or so. A pout rested on her face as she thought of the possibility, but she rightened her mood when she heard his raspy chuckles from above.
"What's so funny about anything other than your face right now?" (Y/N) sneered, planting her hands behind her lower back in order to keep her torso upright. The right of her hip was basically hanging off of the dock at this point, leaving her in a rather compromising position.
His chuckles halted completely when she said that.
Whoops.
He let out a disgruntled noise before he shifted and leaned down. His actions seemed rather sweet, actually-- it looked as if he were going to stroke her head lovingly and give her a tender kiss on the forefront of her face.
But... you know, that is not what happened!
Her delusions were snuffed completely when his long, wiry fingers grabbed a handful of her hair. He balled his fist harshly, gripping her head as if she was about to fall from his grasp. She couldn't do much here other than lean forward and hope his grip would loosen.
"Yeuh-hack!" She winced, allowing a dribble of spit to escape the confines of her mouth when his free hand struck her left cheek.
She winced, mouth half-open as she let out long, whispy breaths. This guy was such a nuisance. Distantly, she thought of the meal she had yet to eat. It lay on the dirty dock beside her, dormant and... regrettably, uneaten.
"Is this funny to you, huh? Bitch?" The man growled from overtop of her hunched-yet-leaned-back form. She was... how did she always end up in strange positions like this? Must be a feline thing. They were quite slinky-like animals.
"I'm not a bitch!" She hissed, looking up at his thin features with half-lidded eyes. "I'm a molly." (Y/N) slurred through her throbbing cheek and stinging scalp.
"What the hell does that even mean?" The man asked, rolling his bulbous eyes that hardly fit in their sockets. He didn't bother to ask any more questions as he dug his sharp fingernails (dirty, too, she assumed dully) into her scalp. A few more slaps sounded out over the crashing of waves on land before she heard another pair of boots stomp closer to the pair.
(Y/N) was getting beat to all hell here and she didn't have any more than nine lives to live it out with, so she hoped this new guy would do her quite the favor and get this stick bug off of her.
She couldn't plead for help, however; she was too prideful for that. Besides, it’s not like she actually needed it.
Well, that was going to be the answer if she could speak! Damn, her face hurt. She felt numb from the neck up at this point. Stick Man was really being harsh! All she did was insult his looks, which did not warrant a beating of her lifetime.
Granted, he was probably intending to rape her from the beginning or something along those lines, but she never would have allowed that to happen. She was a very capable girl, she just hadn’t decided whether this weirdo was worth the energy of shutting down.
With the lanky guy hunched over her like she was, still planting his palm on her face whenever he felt like it and keeping his other hand balled in her hair, they probably looked like quite the strange drunk, sadist-masochist pair.
"Ew." She spat, shutting her eyes tightly. She did not want to think about that! Gross!
The newcomer seemed to halt, for she didn't hear his steps any longer. The Stick Man continued to abuse her relentlessly, clearly unaware of the new arrival just...
Oh, word? He was right there. The new guy.
He was lighting a bud that looked an awful lot like those wretched joints she smelt along the streets of Logue Town.
"Oye!" She called out, disgruntled. Her eyes had opened sometime earlier in her inward musings. "Could you give a girl a hand?" She squeaked when the Stick Man's hand struck her again. Now that she got a good look at his long head and thin, hollowed face, he did have quite the flush on his fair skin. Fair? Sorry, more like ashen. Ashen skin. He was totally baked.
When her eyes flickered away from her attacker's confused, flushed face, she noticed how the newcomer (the guy she had called out to for help) was rather tall and... stocky. She could only see the faint glow of his joint's lit tip near his lips. Other than that, he was just a silhouette to her.
"You two aren't fucking on the docks, then?" He droned, seemingly tilting his head back.
"N--" (Y/N) was about to deny the accusation weekly, but she was cut off by her assailant.
"What's it to you?" He sneered, releasing (Y/N) from his hold. She allowed her form to drop to the dock's moist surface, reveling in how perfect its temperature was. She pressed her injured cheeks into the moist wood one by one before she felt relatively okay, now rubbing the abused portions of her face with her clammy hands.
"Ugh." She murmured something incoherent to herself, a wince still seemingly permanent on her features. She reached out her right hand that had been firmly planted on the dock's ground after her little pampering session and grabbed at the hunk of meat she had planned on eating just a few minutes before the attack.
Her eyes flicked to the right as she side-eyed the commotion just a foot-or-so away from her lain form. The lanky man who had struck her was now blabbering on and on to this man who was, from what she could tell, the complete opposite of the pale dude in terms of build... and, from what it seemed, personality.
"Shut the fuck up." He snarled, balling his free hand into a fist. "Did you hit her without her consent?"
Why did he have to add the 'without her consent' to that sentence? What, was she gonna yell to this weirdo-ass man, "Oh, please, strike me down and toss me into the ocean?" Hell no.
Well, she was in no place to judge-- he was probably just insinuating that he had found peope who... liked that before in public places. Poor dude.
Or, on the other hand, he liked that himself! Wouldn't that be a riot.
She hummed, blinking slowly as she pulled her front up off of the dock, now sat just as she was before this whole seen. Her hip was no longer dangling off of the side in danger of slipping in, only her legs cast above the water. "He did." She called out, waving the men off as she inspected the meal on her lap. "He hit me so many times!" She changed her tone, now sounding desperate and afraid. It was an act, yeah, but she had to make this stranger want to help her.
Hah.
Clearly, it worked, because he let out an angry-sounding noise from the very depths of his chest before he lunged at the stick bug and planted his free fist into his hollow cheek.
When the tall attacker struck the dock and looked up angrily at his foe, he seemed to don a shocked expression before he shrieked and scampered off without another word.
She only caught snippets of this, though, because she had readily dug into the meal in her hands. Her focus was on the meat, not the men at her left who had been feuding moments before. Her cheek was swollen quite badly from all of the abuse, but she hadn't loosened any teeth, thankfully. Not that she expected them to come loose-- she had the strong locked jaw of a leopard, after all.
In the time it took for her attacker to disappear onto the marked streets of Logue Town after being struck down by the new guy, she had finished her hunk of meat. She had worked up quite an appetite, yet she was rid of it in just a few seconds.
A lousy burp exitted her mouth as she turned her head to the side, keen on getting a look at her savior. "Than--" She was about to thank him for his help, but she was rather shocked to see him already facing away from her. He wasn't giving her pitying looks or murmuring sweet-nothings in her ear in order to quell her 'fear' of what had just occurred. He was smoking his joint while looking across the starry sky over the ocean!
She raised a short brow before a small fit of giggles bloomed inside of her belly. She hoped to shun them by shutting her mouth and placing a hand over her lower face, but it didn't seem to help as her cheeks flushed and she couldn't help but lean back. Her hands planted behind her and she kicked her feet excitedly.
She didn't even know why she was laughing. Really, she didn't, but it was nice. Nice to laugh like this. Even if he wasn't joining her.
She choked, however, when she heard a simple snuff to her left. She could have passed it off as the man blowing a puff of smoke in order to lessen the strain on his lungs caused by the joint in his hand, but it was pretty clear to her that it had been more of a short-lived chuckle than anything else.
"Thanks." She murmured bashfully, turning her head to her left entirely as she looked up at his standing form. Still, she couldn't see his face. "You really helped me back there." (Y/N) could've beaten that guy a thousand times over before she ever needed help, she just hadn't wanted to do it on an empty stomach so obviously in the middle of the docks. So... well, 'knight in shining armor' to her rescue!
Or, in this case, 'knight in way-too-short jacket' to the rescue? At least, that's what it looked like to her in the dead of night.
This time, he shot a plume of smoke from his lips. "No problem." He muttered in return, shaking his head. His voice was deep and rather soothing to her keen ears. Despite it being so low, she could hear it over the rushing waves beneath them.
"You're my hero." She continued, awaiting a new, more exciting response from the man.
He merely grunted, turning his head away from her. She raised a brow and frowned in response, clearly put-off. Was this guy not falling for her childlike-charms? She was making an effort here. Why wasn't he snared? Most men would grovel before a softly-speaking, injured girl who looked as good as her. To be fair, he couldn't get quite a good look at her because it was so dark, but still.
"Come on, now, don't be that way." She cooed, pulling her legs up onto the dock. She shifted away from the edge, wary of the closeness and vulnerability, before she pulled herself to her feet.
No matter how tall she was, she didn't look quite so impressive in comparison to this tall-man shadow.
"Don't you want a little reward?" She purred, batting her eyelashes. It didn't matter what she did when the movement was so small and unnoticeable. Due to the night's casted shadows, he couldn't catch the little things like a short smile or even a deep frown. It was the same for (Y/N), though; she couldn't see his little reactions, either.
If she could, she would've been angry because of the detestable frown on the man's face. He heard these types of questions a lot, it seemed.
"You should tell me your name at the very least." She pressed onward, head tilt as she peered over at his sideways form.
The man seemed to flinch and tilt his head back, surprised. It was as if he hadn't expected her to not know who he was.
"You don't know my name?" He asked, finally turning toward her.
She pursed her lips, confused. "No?" She responded, leaning forward in order to try and get a better look at him. She noticed how he backed away a step or-so. It made her question his motives, but she didn't comment on it.
"I see." He grumbled, seemingly pondering something. "Then I think I know a way for you to repay me for my efforts." The man uttered the words as if they were web coming out of a spinning spider's abdomen; it was gentle and even a tad sultry.
"Oh?" She prompted him further, now slowly pressing her hands into her sides and sliding them down her clothed form. "And that is?"
His breath seemed to hitch as he watched her slow, silhouetted movements. Even in the dead of night, hidden beneath shadows, he could tell that this woman was attractive. In both voice and figure, she seemed delectable. "You coming back to my place." He seemed to falter at the end, as if regretting his words.
She narrowed her eyes, hoping to get a better look at him before she agreed. However, she couldn't, so she brushed it off and murmured something lowly to herself. She'd do it, yeah, but why did it seem like he was nervous? He looked like a big man in stature alone, not to mention his voice that carried demand and confidence. What did he have to be so clammy about?
She shrugged the thought off, clearly just wanting a piece of him. She had eaten her meal already, but she didn't mind a bit of dessert.
"Come on, then. Show me the way." She stated impatiently, shaking her head in order to brush the hair out of her face. Sure, she was wounded, but what was a little pain in bed?
She reached out for the man, grabbing his free arm and hooking herself onto it. He led her away from the docks, puffing on his stick of foul-smelling weed. At some point during their silent walk, he had tossed the burning bud aside as anticipation bubbled in his stomach. The joint had nearly been finished, but it had had a few more puffs in it. He usually didn't waste things, but ecstasy wasn't something he'd be short on tonight, so he didn't bother with it.
Smoker didn't get many opportunities to fuck an unfamiliar face, after all. He needed to savor it all he could tonight before early-morning light struck and revealed his identity to this shadow-masked incubus.
First Person P.O.V.
I felt my heartbeat quicken as I neared the steps that would lead up to this mystery man's apartment building. Logue Town was made up of a bunch of stacked, little houses so it made sense that this guy lived in one, too. Though, I was surprised to find that, as I took the first steps onto the property hand-in-hand with this man, it looked like a temporary-home living.
"Do you move a lot?" I asked lowly as my eyes traced over his silhouetted, well-built form. Still, I had yet to see his face or any striking features. It was a bummer, but it forced butterflies into my belly. Having sex with a 'masked' man seemed so forbidden that it made her want it all the more.
"I haven't in a few months, but I do move around the seas quite a bit." He grumbled, reaching into his pocket with his free hand. "Job." He added on quickly as if trying to change the subject
I listened as he fumbled with the-- strangely enough-- many keys in his pocket. What did a guy like this, who lived in a temporary home, need so many keys for?
"Ohh-hoh. All right, Seaman." I teased, halting when his feet planted before a particular door. Looks like his room was on the bottom floor; no need to go up the flight of stairs I had unconsciously named the bane of my night. Great! "I love the ocean. I just wished it liked me back, you know?" I muttered weakly, still feeling rather down. You could say that getting beat up on a dock in the middle of the night was kind of a bummer. The man seemed to peek at me with a slight tilt of the head as he pressed a particular key into the keyhole of the shoddy door.
He took in a short, half-assed breath as he struggled to find words to console me. It was as if he immediately sensed my mood dropping. He seemed to contemplate something for quite a few moments before he finally decided that, yes, he could say whatever it was that he wanted to say without 'compromising' his identity. "I never said the ocean liked me, either." He chuckled weakly as he furrowed his brows and finally turned the key in its hole, unlocking the door. It was a near-fake consolation, but, hey, I'd take it just like I was about to take him. Besides, I shouldn't have said something like that— it was such a mood-killer.
I blinked slowly, still rooted in place when he tried to walk away and into the house. His arm slipped out of mine and I was left standing in the doorway looking rather confused. Inside of the home, no lights had been turned on. Clearly, I noted to myself silently, this guy wanted this to be a masquerade party, too.
I didn't know why I was so caught off-guard by his words, though. The ones regarding the ocean. This guy couldn't possibly be implying the same thing that I was. It was just such a far-fetched idea here in Logue Town that I had never even thought of the possibility of someone else having my very same predicament.
I shrugged it off, deciding that, yes, it was too far-fetched and that he was probably just hinting at the fact that he couldn't swim very well. A very devilish joke if I do say so myself!
After my minute of staring into the darkness that was his home, I stepped in. The apartment seemed cozy, but if I was being real, I couldn't make out any specific details. No lights, no windows. It was a middle-ground apartment meaning that there were other homes on both the right, left, and behind. Also above, but that doesn't exactly matter.
No words were exchanged when he slipped into the home behind me and shut the door, leaving only our breaths to fill the silence. Once the door clicked shut, I shifted on my feet, now facing the exit. More importantly, I was facing him.
He pressed his back against the door and laid a hand to rest on his forehead before running it through his silky hair. If I could see him, I probably would have asked for his consent because he looked so out of it. But, I couldn't, so I got straight to work.
I took a long step forward and planted my feet on either side of his body while simultaneously pressing my hands on the door beside his torso. He was 'trapped' under me, one could say. He could get out at any time, for sure, but I knew he wouldn't.
No one ever did, after all.
The mood had gone from dreary and low to sultry and suggestive. Still caging his form against the door, I leaned my torso forward and pressed my bust against his chest slowly. I felt his form tighten from what I could guess to be uncomfortability. He... was still not super into it, it seemed.
Now, I could tell he was having doubts. His muscles weren't loose or lax like they should be when foreplay was in motion. He was too rigid. Too stiff.
A frown crept up onto my face. Quickly, I retreated from my position overtop of his heavy-breathing form without a word. I continued to step around the apartment, noting that I couldn't quite hear the intense breathing coming from my partner anymore. "You all right?" I mumbled loud enough for him to hear as I finally felt for a couch and settled on its leftmost seat. "Don't get the wrong idea. I want this, it just seemed like you didn't."
The man's breath hitched and he gulped, raising his chin as he pressed the back of his head into the wooden door. "Did it?" He muttered in return, voice nearly hissing at me. "Sorry." It was a half-hearted apology, obviously, because he immediately made headway in approaching me. He now stood over the couch, towering over my lousy form. "I do want this. I've just got some things on my mind." He continued to defend his previous actions as he leaned over me, one hand lying on the couch's soft cushion. The other hand, strangely enough, was tenderly holding my chin up.
It was now my turn for my breath to hitch. "Is that so?" I chuckled weakly, feeling my stomach tie itself into knots. This guy's hands were calloused but so comfortable. It was as if he could protect me from anything in this moment.
He didn't answer my inquiry as he delved his head lower, now pressing his lips against mine benevolently. I could give a hundred reasons as to why I described our first kiss that way, but this was the one that reached the forefront of my mind the quickest: I needed that contact.
I melted into his hand like putty, allowing him to slide onto the couch beside me. The hand that had been holding his body up on the couch was now cupping his desired breast and kneading it like dough. We were still kissing, I reveled inwardly. My eyes were half-lidded as I made an attempt at getting a look at the face of this guy nearly overtop of me, but it was in vain, for when he bit down on my lower lip, demanding entrance into my soft, cavernous mouth, my eyes shut tightly. A small mewl escaped my mouth when I parted my lips for the man and his tongue slid inside of my oral cavity. I writhed briefly underneath him when he pressed his body further into mine, hand gripping my chest more tightly. His other hand, though, was still stroking my cheek lovingly, as if we were real partners and not quick-fucks.
His tongue left a smokey, ash-like taste in my mouth. I hated it, actually. I didn't like it. He tasted bad to me. It was detestable, but I allowed it because he felt so good. This man was never someone I would go after another time in my life, but at this moment, in my childish desires for release and company-- no, in my ignorance-- he was what I wanted.
My thoughts were interrupted by a soft groan that reverberated into my mouth deliciously. I felt the hum of his efforts to quiet down in my very core.
I didn't say anything because I knew exactly what he needed at that moment. With my two free hands, I gripped his waist gently and tugged him closer. I hadn't realized it, but I was now pressing myself into the armrest of the couch with my legs sprawled out across it whilst he had one leg on either side of me. He was leaning over, still kissing me with great fervor, but my mind was thinking lower than our mouths.
The hands that rested on his waist trailed down his well-built form. Even when I reached his pants, I grew excited. I felt for the buckle on their front and fumbled with it sloppily, intent on getting that thick pair of pants off of this guy.
Was it hot in here or was it just me?
I didn't get hot a lot, not even during sex. That whole, "warmth bubbled in my chest," thing didn't exactly happen to me. It was a part of my little quirks, but tonight was different.
I liked it.
The man overtop of me clearly had other ideas aside from my wanting-his-dick because when my fingers got close to undoing his belt buckle, he bit down more deeply on my bottom lip and hissed out a grumble. Immediately, my hands slid back up his half-dressed form (I had realized halfway through this that the jacket he wore hadn't been buttoned up the entire time, leaving his milky skin vulnerable to my touch) respectfully.
"Too fast?" I tugged my head away, panting rather harshly. He had stolen my breath in the minute-or-so that we had been locked together by mouthes. My face was flushed beautifully and my mouth was slightly parted as I continued to huff and puff for a clear bout of air.
"Mm-hmm." He droned, ducking his head down. He neared my neck quickly, taking a deep breath before pressing his soft lips onto my exposed skin. My legs shifted, now intertwined. I made attempts at pressing my thighs together in order to help with my growing anticipation, but the hand that had been stroking my face so gently was now holding my left leg down, away from my right. A distressed noise escaped me and I tightened my grip on his hips.
He sucked greedily on my tender-skinned neck, leaving purple blotches and blemishes as if they were lovely, flowering leopard spots. Soft groans did leave his mouth every once in a while when my right knee hiked up and pressed against the bulge in his pants, but it was unfortunate that he merely shifted around whenever that happened. He liked to take things slow, apparently.
He lifted his head from my neck, unable to admire the many spots he left decorating my skin. It was too dark. He was almost angry, but then he remembered that he could only do this in good conscience when it was under the shadows' blankets.
The hand cupping my breast finally relinquished its hold, allowing the tender bust to bounce pleasantly into its resting position on my chest. It throbbed softly, showcasing just how much he had been toying with it.
"Are you ready?" He chuckled deeply, adjusting his position in a way that forced his knee overtop of my sprawled-out left leg, holding it down. Now, he had two free hands to work with here.
A pleasurable grunt left his mouth as he slid his thick jacket off of his already-sweating form. His skin was slick and, if there had been light to reveal him to me, I would have realized that his fair skin was glistening.
To my displeasure, he kept his pants on.
"I am." I pleaded, opening my eyes after their many minutes of having been closed. "I am, I so am." I continued, releasing my hold on his waist to instead grip the couch's cushions. I sounded pathetic, but he seemed to like it. I was genuinely enjoying this, after all. It wasn't often that I felt unbearably hot like this!
With my words of encouragement and affirmation, he dropped his hands to my top and gently began to remove the garment in the way he saw fit. It slid easily off of my form when I lifted my torso and raised my arms. He unclipped my bra and slid it, too, off of me. He wasn't a ripper, I noted. Thank goodness, I wouldn't be able to walk out of this place if he had been!
He lifted the knee that pressed against my trapped leg before he took both of his arms and slid them under my thighs. He lifted my bottom half up and proceeded to slide it into the hold of a single arm as he used his other hand to slide my bottom garment off.
I felt cold air immediately hit my burning pussy and I winced, beginning to squirm underneath him despite his arm holding me up.
I was surprised when he seemed to lean closer, however. His nose touched the tip of my heat and I felt addled. I didn't make a noise, my breath only caught in my throat. I heard him take in a deep breath-- similarly to how he had when he neared my neck-- before he began to press his tongue onto my pussy.
My eyes widened and my hands fumbled with nothing but air for a second before I caught my bearings and thrust them down onto his head. Palming his skull with both hands, I held him in place as I got a grip of myself.
"Wh- What are you doing?" I chuckled as a wobbly smile began to spread across my face. I asked the question despite knowing what answer was going to be returned.
"Pleasuring us." He responded, returning his tongue to his mouth as he was stopped by me. "Is that a problem?" His voice seemed to have an uncharacteristic hint of teasing and I grew anxious.
"It's no problem at all, Mystery Man." I breathed, head nearly spinning as I awaited what was to come. I relinquished my hold on his head, allowing my hands to drop down to the couch's bottom cushions. I felt him hover his face overtop of my now-heated nether regions, at a complete standstill.
He said nothing. Only, he stared forward. He still couldn't see anything and it was a tad frustrating, but he'd feel relieved soon and that was for certain. After his moment of contemplation, he dropped his head back down onto my pussy's throbbing muscles.
His mouth planted firmly on the warmth, not stopping to say a word of greeting. No tongue, no kiss-- he just began to suck. It truly felt like a slap in the face.
I squealed in both shock and delight as the contact was made. My free hands gripped the divots on the couch, allowing me some opportunity to release the tension that was spreading throughout my body.
As he tormented me by continuing to purse his lips into my pussy, I simply squirmed beneath him. At some point in my euphoric state, I had tossed my bare legs over his shoulders, allowing for proper positioning.
He had decided that it proved to be a perfect opportunity to hike me up further onto his torso and press my bare ass against his chest whilst he forced my shoulder blades into the couch's soft cushion, as if it was a better idea than simply allowing me to lie against the couch and rest while the joyous actions were administered.
And, well, he had decided right because this was amazing!
His jaw locked onto my throbbing heat effortlessly, as if he had done it a hundred times before and as a profession in-and-of itself! Finally, the long-awaited tongue began to slither its way out of his skilled mouth. It swiped across my heat, sending shivers down my spine despite the sweat that coated my skin.
He worked masterfully down below, adjusting my position in his arms every few minutes as he stormed to get me to release.
Suddenly, as he shifted my body to one side and held it up with a single arm, I felt a thick finger press into the little bundle of nerves that held immense pleasure buried within itself. My back arched when the force was applied, sending shocks down my spine.
My mouth opened in a silent scream and my eyes rolled upward when he began to rub at my sensitive bud and suck simultaneously. This was an experience I had never had before and it was sending me over the edge! I was folding for this random man on this random couch in this random home, dear Lord! I didn't currently follow any religion, but I might just have to make this guy my messiah!
I sputtered and made an effort to collect myself enough in order to speak when he said something out of the blue. "Let me hear you." He growled into me, sending a humming sensation into my sensitive organ. My mind buzzed, clearly taken aback by his thick, guttural voice.
Right after the words registered to me, my entire body relaxed for a moment despite my twitching legs and near-overstimulation. As he requested, I let out a long-drawn moan, soft and sensual. It was so genuine, I hardly knew what to think. I couldn't think, actually. He had stolen my breath, my voice, my thoughts--
If he was going to take all of those things, he should just take me, too, my mind hissed.
My lips suddenly parted when the finger pressing into my sensitive bud began to twist in circular motions, leaving me in a daze. My head dropped to the left, leaving my bruised, flushed cheek to press into the cushion comfortably.
Right when I began to think clearly again, I felt him rock my world. Literally, actually.
When he let out a moan of his own into my throbbing pussy, I felt myself release. It flooded out of me like a tidal wave, striking his face and leaving it gooey and slick.
I had made a mess of myself. Now, as he towered over my still-scrunched and hunched form, I blubbered something along the lines of an apology for having come all over his face.
A dribble of saliva snuck down my face, striking the couch. It wet my cheek, but I didn't even notice it. My legs were shaking and my hands were now roughly digging into his hair.
I don't remember putting those there, really. It just happened.
He didn't seem to have any complaints, though. All he did was gently settle my body back down beneath him, unraveling my legs. He pat my left thigh gently and chuckled.
If I could see him, I would have noticed the smirk that had sifted along his features as he swiped his pink tongue along his wet, soaked cheek. He licked up all of my liquid and I hadn't even known.
"Than.. Thank." I blabbed dopily, eyes half-lidded and mouth slightly parted in a half-smile. I felt so good in that moment, I hardly knew what to say other than a genuine 'thank you.'
He didn't speak for a moment. I felt him get off of the couch, but it didn't do much to snap me out of my stupor. I heard shuffling on a clothed form before a 'click' sounded out and garments fell to the ground with a 'ruffle' and a 'shuffle.'
Oh?
He had taken his clothes off!
I was wondering why he was taking so long to get back onto me. Why wasn't he on me? He should be... like, right in between my legs right now! Still wet, still slimy. Slip on in, big boy.
My mind raved and a bright grin spread across my face like hot butter on toast. This was exciting!
I hummed, straightening up on the couch. Now, I leaned back against the armrest semi-uncomfortably. He seemed to be taking off combat boots because the stomping and his incessant grunts were too much to have just been sandals or sneakers.
"Save the noise for when you're inside of me, Mystery Man." I snickered, wiping a stray tear from my eye. Looks like my high had lasting effects. Still, my legs felt numb and my tummy tingled. He was very good at what he did.
I didn't even realize that the name 'Mystery Man' was becoming a theme here. It was sticking. Before I could think about it, he had already spoken.
"There'll be plenty." He stated confidently as he rose back onto his feet and slipped onto the couch. I could hear the grin on his face when he said that and it made me even happier to be in the room with him right now.
"Ooookay." I drawled, slowly growing in anticipation. "I better hear it." I laughed, now in a seated position in front of his resting-on-knees position on the couch. I pressed my hands into his well-built chest, feeling around his bust, biceps, forearms, and... damn, his abdominal muscles. Abdominal muscles were just so phenomenal when on display. In this case, it was a touch-only display but it was just as good!
My fingers delved down more lowly, now tracing the indents that his v-line made. It was defined, but I wasn't really surprised at this point. This guy was ripped and it was easy to tell even in the dark.
I gulped, blinking longly. My breath held firm in my lungs whilst I collected myself and my nerves. If he was this big upfront, I couldn't help but wonder what he was like below deck.
I didn't have to wonder for long. After a little while of my little 'daydreaming,' he had taken his hands and placed them on my exposed ribcage. His fingers danced along my skin, sending pleasurable tingles all throughout my body. His touch was soft, similar to how one could imagine a cloud feeling on their skin.
My held breath is now released. It fanned out across his face, leading to a stint of hushed chuckles coming from my partner.
I got to work quickly, deciding that I had stalled enough. There was no need to imagine what it was going to be like if I could just experience it right here, right now.
My eyes pressed shut as my hands finally delved lower, pressing gently on the divot in his v-line as I reached the first little bushel of hair.
Faintly, I wondered what color it was, but I'd figure it out later if I ever did see what he looked like.
Actually, would I see what he looked like? Ever? What if, after this, I was simply cast aside? It made sense. I was just a street cat, after all. This was repayment for him saving me.
I scoffed inwardly, shaking my head. I was thinking too much. I can't get attached to this dick; it wasn't like he had a knot or anything!
At that thought, I laughed outwardly. It was a one-cough type of laugh where a bright, toothy smile crosses your face even when you try to stop it. My lips twitched and I rolled my eyes before thrusting my right hand down. I had grabbed hold of the tall shaft, now gripping it firmly.
Its girth was impressive and, from what I could tell as I gave it a quick stroke, it had some decent length on it, too.
When my hand adjusted its hold on the man's penis, I felt him visibly shudder.
"You don't have a lady's delicate hand pleasing you often, I could guess?" My voice came out rather accusatory and condescending; it was purposeful. But, my taunts didn't seem to work for his manhood got noticeably harder in my hand. I chuckled lowly, shaking my head. He didn't respond to my words coherently, so I merely shrugged it off.
I was still sitting upright and he, on his knees before me, was rather tall. His dick was the type to, when erect, stick straight out at a slight upward angle. I could feel a nearly-unnoticeable tilt, but I preferred it that way so it didn't bother me much.
His little imperfections made him even hotter.
I leaned forward, pressing my lips on his shaft. I kissed it lightly, eyes shut gently as I appreciated the chance to give him pleasure in return.
He had really rocked my world and I was going to do the same to him.
Well, that was what I was going to do before his hands which had been stroking my sides so gently suddenly grabbed me and pushed me down against the couch.
Like before, I was laid out across the couch with him nearly overtop of me. He shuffled backward, now positioned in between my slightly-spread legs.
"Fucking Hell!" I squealed, releasing my hold on his dick quickly. I clasped my hands together over my chest as they bounced and slapped against my skin. As they settled, I felt his hot breath fan over my already-abused neck. This guy did not seem worried about my curses or my scare, for he was already putting in the work.
Looks like he wasn't the type of guy that wanted a blowie.
His legs were positioned on either side of me. One of them was tossed over mine so that my legs stayed open for when I was growing too stimulated, I supposed excitedly.
I heard the sifting of skin-on-skin for the briefest of moments, hinting that he had been stroking himself overtop of me. When he was in between my legs, though, I didn't find that appreciative. He could pump inside of me, not outside.
I felt my pussy throb angrily, pulsing as if it had been stung by a bee or a wasp. I just wanted to feel that muscle lining my walls-- could he be any slower?
"Hurry up..." I whimpered, my voice growing low and anguished. I was nearly hurting beneath this man. Yearning for him.
At my plea, a long groan left him. With that, he was pressing his tip onto the edge of my slick folds. He rubbed his dick against it for a few long, arduous seconds, before finally slipping it inside of me. It was relatively easy considering how wet I was, but the stings produced from the stretching burned like fire. His foreplay was no joke; had he not prepared me so well, I likely would've torn in half. He was huge.
I rolled my hips lightly, adjusting to his impressive girth and pleasurable length. He slid himself further inside of me, now at his hilt.
"Fucking.. Shit, man." He murmured, voice mimicking a cracked growl.
I felt the air grow uncomfortably hot once again. While my skin had already been slicked with sweat, the air inside the room felt sweltering and muggy. It wasn't to say that this wasn't also sexy, erotic, and steamy, but damn, was it also everything I had never experienced before.
When I settled down, I felt the first of his movements inside of me. He rocked his hips back and forth slowly in the beginning, getting a feel for my gummy walls. As he moved, I throbbed overtop of his cock, tensing and loosening with every inch he delved inside or retreated outside.
It wasn't long before he began to quicken his pace, keen on striking every bit of me and pleasing me to my very core.
He was definitely getting a kick out of it, too, if one were to judge off of the many grunts, groans, and--
He hunched over with a loud, cracked moan as I finally wiggled my way out of his hold. I was able to pause his movements and wrap my legs around his hips, giving him better access to every part of me.
He worked his free hands around my body, placing one on my breast and the other on my hip in order to hold me up more comfortably. His fingers stroked and his hand twisted and tugged, palming me and enjoying me from both inside and out.
In addition to this, he craned his neck and began to bite at the skin of my neck, decorating it with more curious shapes and bites. Still, he fucked me relentlessly. The slapping of his ballsack on my ass and our breathing was really all that flooded our ears besides steam and blush.
Murmured words escaped my opened mouth. They were some things along the lines of him being the best I'd ever had or telling him to keep up the good work in one way or another. When he hurried his pace, I was unable to keep up my blubbered speech. My tongue lolled out of my mouth and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as he struck a particular spot deep within my walls.
I was blessed to have ended up in this man's apartment, it seemed.
I came all over his cock, soaking it to the bone with the sweet juice. A purr escaped my throat, half-gurgled on saliva that had collected inside of my mouth. I was drooling for this man.
And it was returned, apparently, because my neck was moistened by his saliva, too. He continued to pepper kisses and sigh pleasantly into my skin, leaving the occasional bite here and there.
Everywhere.
When I felt the familiar twitches of his fat cock that signaled he was beginning to unravel, I tugged at his hair with my hands, prompting him to lift his head and look in my direction. When his hot breath fanned over my face instead of my slick neck, I caught him in a breathless kiss.
He sighed into it, relaxing, even, but his pace quickened and grew more sloppy. His cock twitched and tensed moreso, warning him if his closeness.
"Shit. I'm gonna— fu..hck!" He grit his teeth, preparing himself to pull out right before his release, but my displeased growl urged him to stop.
Over his ragged breathing, I whimpered, "I— I can't get pregnant right now! Just.. oh, shi—t!" I clenched my eyes shut and wrapped my legs around his waist more tightly, pressing him further into me. "Just come inside of me!" I pleaded helplessly, hands now having-moved to his back in order to scratch at any type of handhold.
Apparently, those words were all of the encouragement that he needed in order to ruthlessly pound into me once again. Right as he moved his head to the side and bit down onto my neck, I felt his cock twitch one last time before torrents of his hot seed coated my insides.
His heavy body collapsed on top of mine when the last few drops of his semen spurt out of his dick and into my body. He didn't pull out, thankfully; I needed this contact. I needed to be full.
My fingers twitched as my own body began to relax. My arms quivered tiresomely as my grip on his flesh loosened. Slowly, I trailed my hands upward and into his damp hair. I tugged at a few locks, wishing he'd take the hint and stop biting me.
When he did finally release my skin, I caught his lips in a wet kiss once again. He no longer tasted like ash. It wasn't hard to guess what the metallic taste was— it was my blood. He had bitten down pretty hard, breaking skin, but the scratches lining his back were payment enough.
"Thank you." I grumbled into the kiss, rolling my hips into his from beneath him.
"For?" He returned sarcastically.
I assumed that he was joking. Maybe. He could've truly been confused as to whether I was referring to being saved by him or being fucked by him, but... I wasn't in the mood riddles or any type of thinking.
I pulled away and chuckled, stroking the back of his head. "For being here tonight and giving me this experience.”
He chuckled shortly and thrust into me roughly, providing no verbal response. He got his point across, though, when I felt him harden inside of me once again.
I'll save the thank-yous for after he's done with me, I suppose.
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Love Bite
kai parker x reader
summary: a make-out session gets heated. kinks are explored. a friends' dinner reveals all.
≪ originally published on ao3: 3/20/23 ≫
tags: biting, biting kink, daddy kink, spit kink, minor praise kink, rings, established relationship
word count: 2.8k
One of his hands grips your waist. The other holds your back, keeping you steady. It’s been traveling up your spine for the last three minutes, and before you know it, it’ll be wrapped around your neck. The thought alone makes you moan, and you involuntarily tighten your legs, which hold his body close to yours. Hearing your small sounds of pleasure, you can feel Kai smirk into the kiss. You know he wants to comment, but is too busy to tear his lips away from yours. Instead, he kisses you harder, biting your bottom lip in the process. If you ever separate, you’ll both be red and sore.
Your hands move down to his belt buckle. Not doing anything yet, but resting them there; building up the tension. Fingers rise to the base of your neck. So close. You can feel the cool metal of his rings on your skin; they’ve finally left the fabric of your shirt - the shirt you’re waiting for him to strip off of you.
“Kai-” you groan, wanting to act on that desire.
“Shh.”
“I need more,” you’re able to manage.
He argues back, “let me love you.”
“Love me with your hands around my neck.”
A single second of eye contact is made. Blue irises turn black as something awakens inside of him. Then, the rings wrap around your neck, squeezing just enough for you to feel it. What part of your neck that’s still exposed is soon covered by his lips, kissing up and down, leaving a trail of spit. One of your hands leaves his buckle to find his hair, pulling him closer to you. He licks a stripe up your neck now, eliciting a deep moan from you.
“Fuck-” he pants. His hips have begun to grind against the counter, trying to feel your body. Unfortunately, your position atop the surface makes you too high for him to reach. In a fit of frustration, he bites your collarbone, no doubt leaving teeth marks.
“Kai!” You can’t help but giggle, “what are you doing?”
The siphon licks the spot he just bit as if trying to ease the pain. “Need you closer.”
“Biting’s not gonna get you there, baby. Here, let me,” you start to remove your shirt, but his hands stop you. “Now what is it?”
“I’m taking care of you,” he says in a stern voice. It makes butterflies tingle in more places than just your stomach.
Part of you is tempted to sass back. Then do it already. But that won’t end well for you if you actually want to orgasm tonight. Instead, you settle for, “okay, daddy.”
The fire returns to his eyes. In one quick motion, your shirt is gone and his lips wrap around one of your nipples. You can’t help but moan again; this is one of your favorite feelings and he knows it. He alternates between sucking and flicking his tongue on the two buds, bringing you closer and closer to paradise. The hand holding your waist moves to your clit, rubbing it softly over your skirt. Subsequently, the one on your neck tightens so he can keep you upright. Your eyes loll out of your head and your body starts to lose stability. You become dependent on Kai to keep you steady.
“Can- can I please?”
“What?”
“You.”
“Baby, you need to be more descriptive.”
Unable to speak, you take a risk and begin to palm him through his jeans. You’re expecting him to slap your hand away, but this time, he can only groan in response. Taking that as a yes, you fumble with his belt. Your hands aren’t working properly, making this an extremely difficult task, but you’re determined.
“Kai, need you.”
“Mhm, baby, I know. But I told you, I’m taking care of you.”
“Hm?”
He clears things up with a smirk, “do whatever you’d like, but I’m only focused on you. I’m not gonna help you here, you gotta pull me out yourself.”
“I can’t.”
“Awh, why? Too much pleasure?”
You don’t dare nod. No matter how badly you want him, you refuse to risk him letting up. “No.”
“Good girl. Now cum for me, okay?”
“Yes, daddy.”
With your mind away from his belt, he’s finally got you focused on your own pleasure. He can tell, because your body goes slack, giving him control. He keeps a hold of your neck, pressing his rings into your skin. The other hand has since disappeared under your skirt, but stays above your panties. The rings on that hand graze the nearby skin every so often, sending a noticeable shock throughout your body. He’s still mostly focused on your breasts, but every so often moves his head to kiss the skin around them. Your whole chest is wet where he leaves open-mouthed kisses, while spit that escapes the sides of his mouth drips down to your skirt’s waistband.
You’re so close; closer than you think he knows. All it’ll take is one more shockwave and you’ll be shaking on the countertop. You wrap your legs tighter around his waist, chasing the friction you need, but face the same problem he did - being too high to rub yourself on him. Whining, you get desperate. “Kai.”
“Hm?”
“Bite me again.”
“What?”
“I’m so close.”
Swallowing hard, the witch goes back to your collarbone. Teeth sink into the area immediately, causing your back to arch.
“Harder.”
“Baby-”
“Please. I like it.”
Figuring it’s pain that’s bringing you close, Kai wonders if you’ll mind his next move.
In one swift motion, he leaves the bone to return his lips to your nipple. You whine as you no longer feel his hot breath where you want, but then a second later, you hear yourself let out a filthy moan. Kai’s bitten your nipple. Not hard enough to cause concern, but just enough for the pain to translate into pleasure.
“You okay?”
“Mhm,” you nod furiously. “More.”
Kai licks each spot he bites until it’s time to bite again. You’ll be covered in marks by the end of the day, but oh, it’ll be so worth it.
“Should I leave one on your neck to confuse everyone?” He makes a joke at the worst time.
You try to laugh in between pants.
“Those vamps would be so confused to see an actual bite, not just two little fang marks, on your neck. Wait,” he breathes out, “that would be SO hot. Everyone would know you’re mine, and that you like it rough.”
“What’s stopping you?”
Kai stops abruptly. You fight the urge to cop a fit with the sudden lack of touch.
“Can I?”
“Do it,” you smirk. “Claim me, and make me cum so hard that anyone in a five mile radius hears the screams.”
That’s all he needs. As soon as he stopped, he’s back on you. His hand slips underneath your panties to make contact with your clit. Pressure’s back on your neck, squeezing gently. Before making his bite, he wets the area with his tongue. He loves you too much to hurt you too bad, and fears that a direct bite would do just that.
You, on the other hand, can’t wait. “C’mon, Kai. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he whispers into your skin, teeth on you. Then, he takes his bite.
The second you feel his teeth sinking into you, you cum. Hard. Black spots form in your vision, and if he weren’t holding you, you’d surely fall off the counter. You grab his shoulders to keep yourself steady, screaming his name over and over, as promised. He fingers you throughout your orgasm, but retracts them as soon as you’re done. Not only were you a good girl today, but you’re both way too overstimulated for another round. His mouth leaves your neck soon after his fingers, returning once to kiss the spot, but then moving so he can look you in the eye. As soon as you come to, his gentle face is the first thing you see.
“You okay, beautiful?”
“Hi.”
“Hi, there. Are you doing okay?”
You nod, out of breath.
“Need words, girlie.”
“Yes, I’m okay. I’m… holy fuck.”
“Is that a good ‘holy fuck’? I didn’t hurt you, did I? Or at least, not too bad.”
“No, no, Kai, you’re okay. You’re great, actually. I’m… jeez, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
“I didn’t know you had a biting kink.” You don’t answer, raising his suspicions. “Did… you know you had a biting kink?”
Your cheeks heat up and you duck your face, shyness taking over. “I… don’t know. I mean, always thought it was hot, but didn’t know I’d be that into it.” Kai’s too enamored by you to form an answer. “Honestly,” you continue, “I think it was your words that pushed me over the edge. Yeah, the biting was hot and it felt good, but… hearing you say ‘everyone would know you’re mine’. I goddamn hope they see it. I am yours.”
The siphon remains speechless. All he can think of to say is to repeat, “I love you,” before kissing you tenderly on your lips. After you separate again, he pulls you off the countertop.
With you at his level, he moves your hair to check on the bite.
“Is it forming?”
“It’s red. Swelling. You can kind of see marks.”
“Good. And now that we’re here…” you put your hands on his belt buckle, looking for consent to undo it.
You can see Kai having a debate in his head. Ultimately, though, he scrunches his nose. “Think I’m too tired. Can we cuddle instead?”
“Of course,” you lean forward to kiss his cheek. “Want to watch a movie, too?”
“Sure. Popcorn?”
“Absolutely.”
Five minutes later, you’re cuddled on the couch with a movie ready to go. The way you’re leaning into him gives him a view of your neck, and every so often, he checks on his work. With each update, you kiss him again, but before you know it, you’re both passed out.
◇◇◇◇
Two days later, Caroline’s newly implemented "Friend's Dinner” is hosted at the Salvatore house. Being in her inner circle, your attendance is necessary. However, where you go, Kai goes, and as much as they hate it, he’s your boyfriend now; he has been for months, as much as they try to convince you otherwise. Regardless, if you coming means Kai coming, they’d rather deal with him than not have you.
You nor Kai made any effort to cover the bite. Why would you? You both said it yourselves - it’s his claim on you. Maybe it’ll finally get them to realize he’s not going anywhere. Besides, it’s not like everyone else isn’t always sporting a bite. Just last week, Elena had one, and Damon had to constantly remind everyone that it was from him. Sure, with you and Kai both being human, it makes you guys look just a tad more psychotic, but being crazy is just so much fun.
At times, your hair covers most of your neck, so it’s not always visible. Because of this, you get through all of your greetings unnoticed. Caroline opens the door, hugging you and half-nodding to Kai, then you two make your way to the kitchen to present the salad you had made that evening. You’re in the kitchen looking for a serving spoon when someone touches your shoulder.
“What the hell is that?” Damon’s voice loudly rings out through the room.
You turn to him, acting all innocent. “What?”
“Your neck. Did you get in a fight with a bear?”
Alaric immediately straightens, “is there a new vamp in town?”
“No, it’s not a fanged bite.”
“Oh. Then what is it?”
At this point, the men have gathered everyone as their audience. You manage to not get shy, though, and shrug. Damon acts on your silence, scanning the room. His eyes finally settle on Kai.
“You.”
“Me?” Your boyfriend points to himself questioningly.
Damon’s too stunned to say anything else. At this, Jo starts to get nervous.
“Y/N, do you need medical attention?”
“No, I’m okay!” You assure Kai’s sister with a polite smile. “Just a little love bite. Damon’s overreacting.”
“I am not overreacting! That’s not little!”
Alaric’s curiosity takes over and he joins Damon’s side to see it. “Holy shit!” He turns to face Kai, too. “Are you serious?! What are you, a fucking vampire?”
“Actually, if you look closely, they’re not fangs.”
“Yeah, we’ve noticed.”
“When the fuck did this happen? And why?!”
You smirk, finally deciding to answer. “All I’m going to say is, for twenty plus years in isolation, Kai sure knows how to fucking please.”
The jaws drop all around the room, Kai’s included. The praise hits right in his core and he fights to swallow it down. Everyone else, however, is stunned. Jo looks terrified; she hasn’t even seen what the men have. Elena, Bonnie, and Caroline are incredibly confused. Jeremy, in the corner, is fighting back a laugh for god knows why.
“You two are fucking crazy,” Damon finally says.
When he walks away, still in disbelief, you shrug again and continue looking for that serving spoon. No one else approaches, but they don’t move, either.
“Ah ha!” You find the spoon and whip it out of the drawer, your hair flying in the process. In that split second, the bite is exposed to the whole room of wide eyes. A collective gasp lets out, followed by silence, and then a billion questions at once. You let them ask for a minute, not really hearing one voice over another, before clearing your throat to address them.
“To answer your questions: yes, I know it’s there. No, it doesn’t hurt. Yes, I ‘let him’ do it, and in fact, I asked for it. No, he didn’t drink my blood. And for an extra tidbit of information that you didn’t ask for, but are definitely wondering, I came the hardest I ever had in my life while it happened. And also, I fucking love Kai, and I am his. I have been since we’ve first started dating, and this is a sign to prove it. Any more questions?”
They’re just as speechless as they were two minutes ago.
Well, except for one. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, Jo, I am. I know you don’t think Kai’s capable of love, but hey, that’s not your problem now, is it?”
“Easy, guys,” Alaric warns.
The woman bites her lip, “can I at least make sure it’s not infected?”
“It’s not. He made it days ago.”
“Days ago?! And it’s still that red? That’s going to leave a permanent mark.”
At her words, you smirk, “I damn sure hope it does.” Then, you leave to put the serving spoon in the salad bowl, signaling the end of that conversation.
◇◇◇◇
At the end of Friend’s Dinner, everyone’s separated in their own little conversations, enjoying each other’s company. You take a minute to find some quiet, and a second later, Kai’s by your side.
“Hi.”
“Hi, beautiful.”
“Are you okay?” You want to make sure you didn’t make him uncomfortable earlier with anything you said.
Thankfully, he nods. “Yes. Are you?”
“I’m perfect, because I have you.”
Again, the comment erupts butterflies in his stomach. “I, uh, that was kinda hot.”
“Which part?”
He coughs, “you, um, being so bold. Especially towards my sister.”
“Well I had a point to prove. Besides, I will always defend you, Kai.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.” You lean forward to kiss him, deep but quick.
“Also-” but he doesn’t finish the sentence, choosing to look down instead.
“Hm? Kai?”
“The, uh, comment.”
You gesture your hands for him to continue.
“Telling everyone I can pleasure you despite my time spent in that fucking prison world… made me feel something.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah, um, it did.”
“Aw, getting shy on me now?” You pinch one of his cheeks. “I’d love to make you feel more like that, baby, if you’re down for it.”
“I think so. Please. Yes.”
“Mhmmm, I’m getting wet just thinking of what I could do to you.”
“Then I guess we better go home.”
“Let’s start making our goodbye rounds.”
~ bonus scene ~
Jo looks down at the grass at her brother and his girlfriend. Her own boyfriend’s at her side, checking back and forth between them and her.
“Do you think Y/N will be okay?”
“Do you mean with Kai?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t know.”
“Be honest, Rick.”
The man sighs, “something tells me he really loves her.” He pauses to take a sip of his beer. “But then again, it’s Kai.”
“I can’t trust him. I’m worried for her.”
“We’ll keep an eye out, just in case. I-”
He’s cut off by your kiss. Surprise takes over both of them, effectively shutting them up. The way Kai gently holds your face; how he smiles when you two separate. Then, he blushes and looks down, for reasons unknown to the watching couple.
“-I don’t know, Jo. I don’t know.”
#malachai parker x reader#kai parker x reader#kai parker#the vampire diaries#tvd fanfiction#bite kink
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That awkward moment when a vampire bites someone, and all they hear out of the victim is this shuddered, high-pitched moan
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Any body but me
Fandom: BG3
Pairing: Tav x Astarion
Rating: E
Tags: Trans!Tav, Transmasc!Tav, Tav is stealth, Tav has had top surgery, Tav has had no bottom surgery, Pan!Astarion, everyone is anxious, and traumatised, angst, fluff, dysphoria, Trans affirming, (vampire) bite kink, I have a thing for fangs clearly, (im)proper use of tadpole mind-link, bratting begging, orgasm control
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Oh gods, the consequences of my own actions, Tav thought. Flirting with Astarion had been fun and, honestly, hard not to with how this sassy Elf encouraged it at every opportunity. His dreams, when not taken over by the guardian, had been full of Astarion in all kinds of ways. From romantic picnics to wet dreams to nightmare rejections, Tav'd truly not had a moment's peace since the abduction and the tadpole in his head wasn't even the biggest cause for gods' sake.
And now he was hopelessly tangled in the web Astarion had spun for him. A web which felt so much tighter now that it was clear your favourite vampire wanted to sneak off to the woods to have sex. Most people would probably be ecstatic, but Tav was worried. He had so far avoided any need to disclose he was trans and relished in being treated as just one of the guys. But what would happen when they undressed and he didn't have the parts one might expect? A rational part of him chimed in that surely Astarion had slept with a trans person or two before, but the dysphoria and fear were so much louder.
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At the same time Astarion was dissociating in his tent, also worried about having sex with Tav. This was all his plan and yet... He'd only ever done this in service of Cazador, bringing people back for him and to their doom. For his plan to work he had to use his body one or two more times and get Tav on his side. Sweet enthusiastic kind Tav who'd shown him he could break Cazador's rules, who'd kept offering him his tasty blood even though he'd practically attacked him that first night.
Maybe Tav would help him if he just asked? No, no one trusts a vampire, not truly. Tav must be doing it because it made him stronger. And because the poor Elf boy was falling for his seduction like so many before him. But then why did his heartbeat spike in fear at his proposition? Oh hells, could Tav be a virgin?! He had better be gentle, after all, he had to keep Tav on his side at least until he could have his revenge on Cazador.
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And so when Tav finally walks up to the clearing with legs made of jello and a stomach ready to cast acid splash he is greeted by a shirtless Astarion whose smug look falls off his face in seconds. He rushed to cup Tav's face. "Are you alright darling? this seems like more than the normal amount of nerves," he muses.
Fuck, Tav thought, if he hadn't asked I could've just held it in. Instead tears well up and he starts shaking. "I-", his voice cracks, "Iliedtoyou", he blurts out. Well, it's not inaccurate, but gods is it a terrible way to start this conversation.
"Wha- what do you mean?", Astarion asks, "do you not want this? me?" Although it's subtle, a twang of pain slips out on that last word. The plan can't fall apart already! Did he push too much? Picked the wrong target? Hells why does nothing ever go his way.
No words seemed right, his head too loud to think, and time ever ticking on, Tav did something most likely stupid: He kissed Astarion, catching them both by surprise. Though when they regained the ability to think he found himself pushed away by Astarion.
"What in the hells are you doing, you better start making a lot of sense real fast" Astarion exclaimed. Tav wiped away his tears and took a small step back. "I'm sorry, I do want this- you- us." He stuttered. "But?" Astarion asked. "But I'm trans."
"Gods, is that all? Here I was worried it was something like you being..." He trailed off clearly catching himself about to say something he didn't want to admit, "some monster using a disguise spell or something".
Well, that wasn't the reaction he expected. "So you don't mind that I don't have the parts one might expect on a guy?" Tav asked, his voice already steadier. "My darling boy, I am well versed in all configurations, you needn't worry your pretty little head over something like that," Astarion said reaching out and petting Tav's hair gingerly.
With relief washing over him Tav felt ready for tonight for the first time and while their first kiss hadn't been ideal there were hopefully many more to have tonight. "So do you still wanna do this?" He asked sheepishly, not having enough courage to press his lips to Astarion's again without an invitation.
"Of course, I clearly need to create better memories for you than whoever or whatever made you worry so" Astarion spoke in that same sensual whispery tone he always used. He placed Tav's hand gently on his chest and cupped his face with the other pulling him in for a kiss. At first slow and gentle and then hungrier, fangs dragging across Tav's bottom lip.
Astarion gently tugs at his shirt and Tav lifts his arms to help get it off. A few more chaste kisses before Astarion starts trailing them down Tav's neck and chest, giving special attention to the ageing crescent scars, on his way to where pants now block his path.
In wordless command, Astarion tells Tav to strip and lay down, getting undressed himself while watching intently. "I'd like to taste you", he purrs, "may I?". With a small chuckle, Tav replies "You've tasted my blood before, Astarion~". Rather than answer Astarion got on his knees and pulled Tav closer.
He kissed and nibbled the inside of Tav's tighs first, enough to leave a mark but never to draw blood. It was torturously slow and it dawned on Tav what his plan was. He was going to have to beg, wasn't he? Fuuuuuck, maybe he should've just said yes, he thought, but then I wouldn't have had this...
If Tav thought it was bad then he was wrong. As Astarion got close to Tav's pulsing wet pussy he made sure to let his breath pass over the sensitive parts screaming to be touched and nothing else always going just around, waiting.
"Astarion-", Tav breathed, "please", arching his back looking desperately for friction. "Ah ah ah, say it," Astarion grinned, "tell me what you want." He then stopped his teasing touches completely to look up at Tav from between his legs.
Tav couldn't look at him as he spoke "Taste me, touch me, fuck-" , but something made him look directly in those deep red eyes as he pleaded "please, Astarion, I need you". And gods was he rewarded. Finally, those lips went from torture to pleasure and Tav couldn't help but moan.
Astarions tongue skillfully hitting his clit in an almost hypnotic pattern was driving Tav mad. However, the insecurities crept back in as they tried to convince him that Astarion couldn't possibly see him as a guy right now. Who could when they had a mouth full of pussy and heard the high-pitched moans no voice training could change.
Just as all the built-up pleasure was sinking away a voice pierced the loudness in his mind. "Bad boy~" The instant heat roaring through his whole body blew away the doubts as just those words said oh so dominantly. "Stay right here with me and just feel" Astarion added as he lightly grazed Tav's sensitive folds with his fangs.
What could Tav do but obey? He was safe in Astarion's mouth and hands and those were skilled indeed. Spurred on by Tav's renewed enjoyment and pleased with his new tadpole party trick Astarion upped his tempo and started alternating between licking, sucking and gently nibbling at the clit. Until, finally, when he felt how close Tav was giving him one final command: "Come for me, pet."
Tav came, hard, crying out Astarion's name. He felt miles away while Astarion savoured the taste of his success. The sexy bastard was still licking his lips when Tav started coming down into his body again. When he met Astarion's gaze the vampire spoke, out loud, "Such a good boy for me~". And that was the last push Tav needed before he got to his knees and pushed astarion over and onto his back. "Fuck you," he growled. "I just did, darling~," Astarion replied, smirking.
Seeing him laying there so casually, erection standing tall, eyes still hungry in a way that was so different from when he wanted his blood was not something Tav could've prepared for. But boy was he going to make use of it. And if that was part of Astarion's plan he didn't care, he was having fun and felt safe, so why not?
Tav gracefully crawled over Astarion and tasted himself on Astarion's lips. A hand found its way into his hair as the kissing turned passionate and downright dirty. The perfect time to stealthily line up and instantly sink down on his dick. The moan that elicited was oh so sweet and left those fangs he knew so well perfectly on display... Tav couldn't help but give a little squeeze.
In response, Astarion quickly buried his teeth into Tav's neck and started thrusting ferally. Whether intentional or not, the familiar tinge of the mind link sent raw words and feelings straight gay to Tav who sent his in return to create a feedback loop of pleasure and desire as they rode and fucked each other in animalistic instinct. Neither of them lasted long before they climaxed together and collapsed in contentment.
#tav x astarion#trans tav#trans!tav#transmasc tav#pan!astarion#bg3#astarion#tav#baldur's gate 3#angst#fluff#smut#astarion smut#Bite kink#Tavstarion
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go on boy, bark
take away my thoughts
bite my neck
you'll be a good boy
won't you?
slackened jaw
what do i exist for
so collar me up
tie me down
make me beg
my bark is worse than my bite
would you tear me apart if i asked you to?
would you eat me up?
bloodied maw dripping with the entrails of my mind
dumbified
who thought a pretty boy like you would lose yourself so easily?
muzzled, controlled, devoured
pull on my leash
make me choke
make me bleed
constrict the last of my humanity
don't let me breathe
take away every piece of me
won't you do that for me, baby?
05 / 03 / 24
#if you know me in real life know you dont#unless youre my boyfriend#mayhaps he can perceive the emotions#.faeposting#poetic#poetry#poets on tumblr#original poem#poem#poem blog#poemblr#poetblr#writers and poets#bite kink#puppy boy#dog boy#smut#smut poetry#i am ace tho
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