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The Bonds That Break Us (Rhysand x Female! Reader) Part 4

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3, Part 5, Part 6, Final Part

Request: "Would you do a Rhysand x fem!reader series? Maybe fem!reader is Rhysand's mate and Tamlin's sister? So secret love?"

AN: food's ready, come dish up guys

Summary: It was almost as if the cauldron liked to play games, as if it had sensed years of boredom and predictability and begged to be entertained. Its method of absolving its melancholy? Mate the High Lord of the Night Court to the younger sister of the High Lord of Spring.

Warnings (so far): SMUT (consensual), oral (female receiving), intercourse, dirty talking, unprotected sex, masturbation, mind speak sexting?, physical abuse, mentions of SA.

Word count: 6993

(all photos are from pinterest)

That night, after Rhysand reclothed me, we talked about the future and how Tamlin needed to know, before things got messy with Eris or before he finds out and flips. All I had to do now was wait for the opportune time, which never seemed to come as Tamlin and Tarquin had been having tension. It seemed that part of the Spring Court’s lands on the border were prime farming spots for some of the spices that the farmers in the Summer Court grew. Tarquin had asked Tamilin to purchase the land and of course when Tamlin said no things started to get messy. Tamlin would go out and negotiate daily, and everyday he would come home angry.

Tonight was no exception.

I was sitting in one of the tea rooms reading my book when I heard him come home. The front door slammed, shaking the house, and then his office door slammed even harder.

I flinched.

It has been like this for three days now. I looked at the clock on the wall and figured it was better for me to retire to my room with my novel for the night.

I barricaded my door just for safety and crawled under the covers lighting a candle so that I could pick up where I left off. The main characters had finally confessed their love for one another and things were starting to get steamy. My eyes flitted across a particularly hot line and I felt my toes curl without warning once again. I should’ve known I was going to feel a little tug at the bond, but I was unprepared for the taut pull Rhysand gave me.

Up late reading your dirty books mate?

“Yes, I just needed the distraction,” I replied.

Did you tell your brother yet?

I felt a pang of guilt, he had been waiting so dutifully for me to do so, and yet another day had passed where I was too scared, “I didn’t, he came home slamming doors and breaking vases again. I’m sorry Rhys.”

There’s no need to apologize. I want you to be safe after all.

“Thank you for understanding,” I say sweetly

Of course mate. Now tell me what in this book has you all riled up? He says and I can hear his smirk.

“A lady never kisses and tells,” I quip back.

Ahh yes but ladies also don’t let strange men eat them out in secret rooms at balls. He says coolly.

“Rhysand you little shit!” I laugh down the bond.

Come on my love, I’m dying to know what gets you off… Besides my tongue of course.

I roll my eyes and try to send the emotion down the bond, It’s nothing special really, he’s just fucking her, but he’s waited a while to do it so it’s extra steamy. I laugh.

Poor bastard, I know the feeling. Rhys chuckles and I feel arousal flood between my legs.

I can’t help but let my hand drift between my legs. Since Rhys touched me at the ball it’s all I’ve thought about (not that I would ever let him know). But suddenly the need for him has been so much stronger, I chalk it up to the mating bond strengthening, needing to be consummated. I let my hand dip between my panties and I try to keep my emotions from flooding the bond, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing I could get off on his words alone.

“Subtle Rhys,” I chuckle.

I don’t need to be subtle, I told you exactly how it was going to go down that night at the ball did I not?

My heart races and I let my finger on my clit speed up.

“I suppose you’re right,” I say.

Are you touching yourself darling? He purrs.

Shit.

“No,” I lie.

You’re a terrible liar and you always have been, he chuckles. I can feel you, my mate.

“Damnit,” I curse, pulling my hand from my panties.

Oh don’t you dare stop now, not when I’m currently fisting my cock.

The image of Rhysand laying on his bed, naked, glorious and pumping his cock sends a wave of arousal straight through me and I practically scramble to shove my hands into my panties.

Now tell me, are you playing with that beautiful little clit? The one I licked at the ball?

Oh I was so in for it with this man, I was so utterly and terribly fucked.

“Yes,” I admit quietly.

Then I am terribly jealous of those delicate fingers.

“Rhys,” I moaned back. It was all I could think about, him.

Slip a finger in that tight little cunt won’t you darling?

As stupid as it felt I did it, and god it felt good. Not as good as his felt, but it would have to do.

“It doesn’t feel as good as you,” I say, trying to play the game.

I hear him chuckle, No my dear they don’t and they never will.

“Are you close?” I ask, feeling my own orgasm coming.

Let me hear those little begs again and I will be, he drawls.

I know exactly what he means. After he feasted on me at the ball and I nearly jumped his bones afterwards. When he said he wanted to wait I pathetically let out a whine.

“Please Rhys, I need you.” I plead.

Fuck y/n, I hear him moan and it’s enough to make me hit my climax.

“Oh fuck!” I cry down the bond.

His own string of curses followed as he came himself and I could picture him lying there, chest sweaty and heaving, the aftermath of his orgasm all over him. It was almost enough to make me reach my hands down my panties again, almost.

“So mind sex? That’s your thing?” I taunt him.

A loud chuckle reverberates through my mind, No you’re my thing darling.

“I’m flattered,” I laugh.

A moment of silence passes and my chest continues heaving as I crawl further under the covers and blow out my candle. Romance book long forgotten. I sit in the quiet for a little longer waiting for Rhys to say something, until I finally speak up.

“Are you still there?” I ask timidly.

Always, simply catching my breath. How was your day today?

“Boring, I don’t really have any friends here except my ladies maids and they are all terrible snoops. Tamlin has them in his back pocket.” I sigh.

Just wait till you meet Nuala and Cerridwen, they’re snoops too. He laughs.

“I can’t wait to,” I say.

I’m happy to finally hear you say that. He muses and I can practically feel his smile.

“Well I better get some sleep. If I plan on telling Tamlin tomorrow I’ll need my wits about me.” I sigh.

Goodnight darling, I love you.

There’s a hopefulness in his words. One I can’t meet. That phrase, ‘I love you’. I knew I should say it back. But I didn’t know what love meant. Didn’t know how it felt. I couldn't bring myself to return the sentiment.

"Goodnight Rhys," was all I could say.

The next morning I woke up and Tamlin had already left, which was a damn shame because I would’ve liked to have told him before he had gone to fight with Tarquin all day.

I paced most of the day in the tea room as I was beginning to grow antsy. Last night proved to me just how much I needed Rhysand, physically of course because of the bond. My skin was nearly sweating with need. I tried to read my book but it didn’t do much to help. I tried to go out and pick flowers for the dining table and it got me nowhere. To make matters worse it felt like Tamlin was gone for longer than usual as the darkness slid in, the moonlight shone, and all the lanterns and candles magically were lit.

I started pacing in the foyer waiting for him to arrive home. Maybe he was taking so long because he had finally reasoned with Tarquin. I thought to myself. But as the doorknob jiggled and a fiery looking Tamlin came in I knew how dead wrong I was.

“How was your meeting with Tarquin?” I asked, trying to seem sisterly, like that had ever won his affections.

“Awful! The stubborn brute wants to take part of my land and only give me 20% of its profits per harvest!” he yells storming through the hall. I follow him.

“20% isn’t bad, maybe you could show him what a generous High Lord you are by accepting the offer,” I chirped enthusiastically.

“Are you out of your mind?” he whirls to look at me. “20% is cheap sister, not that you would ever have the mind for money. All you know how to do is spend mine.”

“Tamlin, that's not fair and you know it.” I reason.

“What does it matter anyways,” he rolls his eyes and begins storming off again. “You’ll be worth your weight in gold once you marry Eris and become his consort.”

Fire boiled in my veins, “I already told you Tamlin, I don’t want to marry Eris. God how fucking selfish and cruel do you have to be to sell your sister off to a monster?!” I scream and as the words leave my mouth I already regret saying them. I had never been so bold in my life, at least not with Tamlin.

I don’t even have time to react before I feel a harsh slap across my face knocking me to the ground. “YOU ARE MY SISTER AND A WOMAN IN THIS COURT!” Tamlin screams at me. He picks me up by my hair, “and you will not question how I rule it.”

Tears prick my eyes as the skin of my cheek burns. Tamlin releases my hair dropping my body to the ground and I’m left in a heap of tulle and tears as he slams his door.

Are you okay? My mate calls into my mind.

I press my cold hand to my cheek, “yeah I’m fine.”

No you’re not, you're hurt.

“I’m fine Rhys, it’s not bad,” I say, pulling myself up off the floor and winnowing to my room.

What happened?

I sigh, knowing he’ll badger me until he gets an answer. “I tried to get Tamilin to make amends with Tarquin so that he would be in a good mood and he hit me.”

He hit you? I could hear him growling, feel the anger down the bond.

“It’s really fine Rhys, I’m in my room now and I’m safe.” I say trying to calm him down.

I’m going to fucking kill him y/n. I’m coming to get you right now. I’m not letting you stay there another minute.

“Rhys please! Stop and be reasonable. If you barrel in right now it’s going to piss Tamlin off even more. He could hurt me or worse. We have to be civil about all this.” I reason with him.

Fine, but no more after this y/n. I can’t stand it any longer. It’s killing me from the inside out. To know you’re in that horrible place. When you could be safe and warm here.

“I promise I will figure this out, I just need time,” I assure him.

I know you will, my beautiful strong mate.

“Tamlin hurry up, we're already late!” Lucien screams from the foyer. It was another council day and I had hoped that Tamilin would finally be able to reason with Tarquin.

Yesterday I went into town to shop for a new dress, it seemed I had exhausted all my other purple ones and I wanted more. I picked out a dress that was a far darker purple than any I had worn before. But it seemed fitting, seemed more Rhysand.

“Let’s go,” Tamilin ordered entering the room in a huff. He peered at the dress I was wearing, “Purple again? I’d think you’ve grown tired of it by now.”

Was this really his method of trying to make up for hitting me and yelling at me? Giving me a somewhat backhanded compliment?

“Viviane said that it was my color,” I replied, not entirely a lie.

He didn’t say anything, just grabbed Lucien and winnowed us to the Night Court.

I had no clue what to expect from the Night Court. I had never been before today. I had only ever heard stories. Stories of its darkness and its monsters. When we arrived I almost couldn’t believe that this is where Rhysand lived.

The large city under the mountain had a darkness to it, while faelights bobbed all around, it didn’t hide the darkness in the shadows that lingered. The city under the mountain was a metropolis, and it was terrifying with its large spires all around. Every surface is carved with lovely, hideous artwork: figures dance and fornicate, beg and revel. I was surprised Tamlin even allowed me to come with him today.

We enter into a dimly lit chamber where all the Lords are already seated and waiting for us to arrive, Tamlin apologizes and chalks it up to me taking too long to primp, a lie of course. As my eyes scan the room I see only two chairs open and one happens to be next to Rhysand. I try to hide the smirk on my face as I take the seat next to him, forcing Tamlin to take the other one.

You look ravishing as always. Croons Rhyand.

“Thank you, the dress is new,” I smile.

New and purple? You flatter me mate. He smirks.

I chuckle down the bond, “Don’t flatter yourself too much, Vivianne said she liked me in purple as well.”

Well then I’ll have to thank Viviane later. He smiles.

The council begins and just like I figured Tamlin and Tarquin laid into one another right away. All the other Lords but Rhysand and Kallias chimed in to solve the issue, but the winter and night court Lords seemed content to watch it all play out and I didn’t blame them. It took everything in me to not turn to the side to look at Rhys. His presence was so commanding especially in his own court and I had missed his face, those eyes, so much.

I felt a large hand being placed over my own under the table.

You’re going to get me in trouble. I gripe at Rhys but flip my hand so I can hold his back.

Shh no one can see, I just wanted to feel you.

Eventually the fighting dies down as the Lords end up forcing Tamlin to accept the deal Tarquin has offered and I try not to smile as my brother’s pissed off face. Turns out I was right and 20% isn’t such a low number after all. Rhys lets go of my hand to stand and address the room.

“I think we’ve had more than enough political talk, why don’t we disband.” he states, and it sounds like his voice booms off the walls of the room.

A murmur of agreement fills the room as the sound of obsidian chairs scratch the stone below, signaling that the lords are getting up. I feel a hand on my shoulder and I feel my stomach pit, is Rhysand stupid? But when I turn around I’m met with the raking stare of Eris Vanserra.

“Hello my little fox, I was wondering if I might speak to you for a moment?” He asks, and I can practically feel Tamlin staring daggers into the side of my head.

“Yes of course my Lord,” I smile taking his arm.

We promenade outside the council meeting room and into the hallway. I look up to find faint faelight glowing from large chandeliers, the walls are filled with tapestries and statues of people fucking and begging just like in the rest of the city. Large pillars shoot up from the aisles supporting the large room and I still wonder how Rhys could possibly live here.

“I’m sorry for taking you away so soon, I know that you love to talk to Viviane, but I just had to see you,” Eris says.

“No apologies necessary,” I reply, still taking in the sites around me.

“I know that your brother and my father are still negotiating the terms of our marriage but I couldn’t wait to give you this,” he says before pulling a long black box out of his pocket, and opening it up.

Inside lies a rather large and beautiful necklace. A huge golden crystal is attached by a string of glittering diamonds. If it was given to me by anyone else I would’ve thought it beautiful, but I knew it’s true meaning, it’s true purpose. It wasn’t just a piece of fine jewelry, it was a collar, meant to show everyone I belonged to Eris now. I took a mental deep breath.

“Oh Eris, it’s beautiful!” I gasp, running my hands over the chain.

“I knew you would like it,” he smiled. “Here allow me to help you put it on.”

I turn around and feel him place the heavy jewel around my neck. The weight of it already making me feel shackled. His fingers dust over the nape of my neck fastening the clasp. He kisses my shoulder when he’s done and I feel his hands gently turning me around so he can see it on me.

“It looks beautiful on you, like it was made for you,” he smiles, hand caressing my face.

“I love it, thank you,” I say, trying to hide my discomfort.

“I promise you that when we are officially engaged you will have even bigger jewels,” he smirks, stepping forward even closer, causing me to step back. “And when we’re married even bigger jewels,” He croons and my back hits one of the many pillars. “But I’ll save the biggest and most expensive ones for when you bear me our first son.” he smirks and there’s nothing I can do to stop him from crashing his lips on mine.

Eris kisses me hungrily and needily as my hands fly to the pillar my back is pressed on, any little movement to keep him farther away from me. His hands drop to wander my waist and I feel the entire room shudder causing pieces of dust to fly up everywhere. Eris pulls himself off of me.

“What was that?” I ask afraid.

“I’m not sure, I’ll go check,” Eris replies and he leaves me to run back to the council chambers to confer with the rest of the Lords.

I step forward from the pillar and take a deep breath. I start to follow Eris back to the council room but then my skin starts to buzz again and I stop in my tracks. Rhysand’s hands graze up my arms from behind me as he leaves gentle kisses on my neck.

“That was you wasn’t it?” I smirk.

“Maybe,” he smiles into my skin. “He had a lot of nerve kissing my mate in my court.”

“To be fair he didn’t know,” I giggle.

“I don’t care, he was lucky I didn’t rip his head off,” he says, continuing to kiss my neck.

“This place is terrifying, how do you live here?” I laugh.

“I don’t, this place is just where I entertain other Lords,” he explains, kissing my neck still.

“Then where do you live?” I ask, reaching up to press my hand against his face, encouraging him not to stop.

He smiles against my skin, “I want you to tell your brother that you’re staying with Viviane again tonight.”

“Why?” I ask.

“Because, I finally have you here, in my court. I want you to stay here with me, even if it’s just for one night.” he emphasizes his statement with a long lick up my neck that has my toes curling in my shoes.

I turn to look at him, “are you sure my brother won’t find out?” I ask, finally looking into those violet eyes I had been missing.

“I’m positive,” he smiles and his eyes glance down to the necklace. “You weren’t wearing that earlier.”

I roll my eyes, “Eris just gave it to me. He said it was a gift but it feels more like a collar.” I say straightening my shoulders in discomfort from the weight of it.

Rhysand doesn’t say anything, he just reaches a hand around the back of my neck to unclasp the necklace. I immediately feel the weight fall off into his hand and he looks at it before chucking it somewhere in the room.

“Rhys!” I laugh.

“Much better now we can see your pretty neck,” he smirks before leaning in to kiss me. I practically melt into his touch.

Because the rest of the Lord ganged up on him, Tamlin left early and just like Rhys asked, I told him I would be staying with Viviane tonight. Tamlin didn’t even bat an eyelash. It wasn’t long until the last couple, Kallias and Viviane, left. I turned to see Rhys staring at me from across the room with that playful smirk I always wanted to kiss off his face.

“Are you ready to go mate?” he asked, holding out his arm to mine.

I took it eagerly, “To go where?” I asked earnestly.

“To Velaris,” he smiled brighter than I had ever seen him smile before and before I could question further he winnowed us away.

When the shadows cleared I was in a house. A lush, beautiful and homey house. Thick red wool carpeted the floor, and the walls were made of a rich wood. Comfy chairs and chaises were littered about and a warm fire sprung to life. It looked lived in and loved compared to the mansion in the Spring Court.

“So this is where you live?” I ask taking in my sights.

“Yes it is. The place we just were? We call it The Court of Nightmares, that’s where we conduct business to keep up appearances for other courts. But this is where I live, Velaris, the city of starlight.” he explains watching me take it all in.

I look out a large window and see the golden fae lights of the village beyond. It sits below a large snow capped mountain. It’s the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen, and it already feels like home.

“What do you mean we?” I ask. Before I can answer two large crashes come from the terrace outside causing me to jump.

“I mean my cousin Mor, my second in command and of course Cassian and Azriel.” he says nodding to the doors where the two Illyrians from the ball are waltzing in. “Y/n this is Azriel, “ Rhysand nods to the one with the shorter hair and Azriel waves. “And this is Cassian.” he nods to the one with the longer hair.

“Ahh yes the one that bites,” I muse.

“Only sometimes,” Cassian chuckles. “It’s a pleasure to meet you y/n,” he says, holding out his hand.

I shake it and my whole hand nearly disappears in his just like Rhysand’s. “The pleasure is all mine, I’ve never met an Illyrian before.” I say looking over his large wings.

“Then you’re missing out for sure,” he says looking at Azriel who just rolls his eyes.

“Your wings are magnificent, would you mind if I…” my words fall short as I hold up my hand.

“Touch them?” Cassian asks. “Go right ahead y/n,” he smirks, eyes flitting to Rhys.

I reach my hand out to graze over the material of his wings, they feel like leather. They are rugged to the touch and I can tell that they have seen many years of battle. I hear what sounds like the snapping of leather behind me. I turn around and my jaw nearly hits the floor. There before me, Rhysand stands with his own Illyrian wings.

“I have wings too you know,” Rhysand says as he tilts his head.

Cassian erupts into laughter, “Feeling a bit jealous there Rhys?” he jokes.

Rhys just rolls his eyes and pulls a hand out of his pocket and offers it to me. I take his hand, still too stunned to find Rhys with wings to even speak.

“We’ll see you two later, I’m going to give y/n the rest of the tour,” Rhysand drawls leading me towards the stairs.

“Goodnight you two,” Cassian drawls before taking off with Azriel.

“I didn’t know you had wings” I say, still bewildered staring up at them.

“It’s not really something I make a spectacle of. I only have them out when I’m going to use them, otherwise they tend to get in the way,” he explains, leading me up the stairs.

“So you can shift back and forth between having them and not having them?” I ask.

“Essentially, yes,” he says and shifts back to his wingless form just to prove the point.

“So what was the deal with me touching Cassian’s wings? Is that like taboo or something?” I ask, feeling my cheeks heat up remembering how Cassian smirked at Rhys when I asked.

“Illyrians can feel through their wings and are known to attack first and ask questions later if they are touched without invitation. It was basically like if you ask if you could touch his abs,” Rhysand chuckles.

“Oh,” I said, my heart stopping. “Now I feel bad.”

“Don’t feel bad, Cassian loves teasing me. He let you touch his wings just to watch my face as you did so,” Rhys laughed again, opening a door to our left. “This is one of the guest rooms.”

I look around at the somewhat dark room, the same lush carpet coats the floor along with the same wooden paneling. It was quaint and perfect. Rhys continued leading us down the hall to show me another guest room which was much like the first just a little bit bigger. He explained that they were the rooms Cassian and Azriel slept in for Solstice.

“And this is my room,” he explained before opening the door to the last room in the hallway.

The room is much larger than the other two, the huge bed was made with dark black and purple blankets and pillows. I heard the door close as I continued to explore. The bed sat next to a balcony that had the same view of the living room, the village lit with fae lights and the snowy mountain. To the left was a large bathroom with a bathtub, large enough I realized, to fit Rhysand’s wings.

“Your room is-”

“Our room. This is our room now.” he says and I turn to meet his gaze. “I’ve waited so long to see you standing here. In Velaris, in the townhouse, in this room.”

“And what is it that I’m normally doing in this room, Rhys?” I smile, faking my innocence.

“Well,” he drawls, stepping closer to me. “It goes a little something like this,” he muses before placing a hand on my cheek and kissing me.

This kiss is different, less heated than all the others we shared before it. It holds all the passion of what’s to come, what we both know is coming. His hands slide to my waist and I let out a small moan and I can feel Rhys trying not to smile. My hands tangle in his hair pulling him closer as I feel my legs hit the mattress. He pulls me closer to him so I don’t fall and I feel him turn me around so my back is facing him.

“Normally I would use my magic to take your clothes off,” he says voice low, his hands unlacing the corset in my dress. “But I want to take my time with you tonight,” he continues undoing the last lace.

I nearly melt at his words, but I feel the dress start to fall and I grab the top of it to keep it from falling down. The dress didn’t allow for any undergarments meaning I would be completely bare to him.

Rhysand places a kiss on my shoulder, “You’ve never let a man see you naked before have you?” he asks.

“No I haven’t,” I say shyly. I feel a moment of fear but turn around and let my dress fall to the floor in a giant pile of purple chiffon. Rhysand’s eyes rake down my body and I move to cover my breast with my arms as pink tints my cheeks.

“Don’t you dare cover those perfect breasts mate,” he says gently, pulling my arms away. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I’m so lucky to call you my mate.” he kisses me again, absolving any fear I have as I feel his hands finally roam my naked body. I push him away lightly.

“I want to see you too,” I say breathlessly looking into his eyes that are suddenly a darker shade of violet than they were before.

“As my mate commands,” he smirks, standing back to take off his clothes. His eyes locked on mine, never breaking eye contact until he stood before me completely bare.

I let my eyes rake down on him. His body ripples with strong and lean muscles, the upper part of his chest and shoulders are covered in swirling tattoos. My eyes dare to travel lower over his abs to his straining cock. All I can think to myself is there’s no way that’s going to fit inside me.

Rhysand chuckles, stepping towards me, “I promise it will fit mate.”

“Shit I said that out loud?” I curse ducking my chin in embarrassment.

“No you didn’t, but your thoughts were so loud you might as well have,” he laughs tilting my chin up to meet his eyes.

My eyes drift down to his chest again and I finally let my hands wander the muscles on his chest. His skin soft and smooth under my fingers, I run them up his abs, over his pecs, across his shoulders and down his arms earning a low groan from him. I take his hands and place them on my waist, throwing my own over his shoulders and as I look into his eyes the words just tumble out of me.

“I love you Rhys,” I breathe.

“You don’t have to say it just because I said it the other day,” he says almost sadly.

“I’m not. I love you Rhysand,” I smile.

A smile spreads across his face, “I love you too mate.”

His hands pull me closer to him and I can feel my breasts pressing against his chest as he seals our lips again. This time the kiss is more needy as I feel my heart rate pick up. His frame backs me up and I can feel his cock pressing into me making me practically moan into the kiss.

My legs hit the mattress again, this time he lets me fall onto the bed. I open my eyes and watch his eyes rake down me again, nothing short of a predatory gaze behind them. His knees hit the mattress and he crawls over me, caging me in with his arms. He kisses me deeply and begins to move his lips down my jaw and to my neck again. I can feel his restraint as he tries not to leave love bites all over me. His lips go lower and lower and my chest starts to heave in anticipation of what I think is next.

“Your breasts,” he says, kissing the top of each one. “Are the most beautiful pair of breasts I’ve ever seen. I should’ve worshiped them the moment that dress hit the floor.” He smirked.

He started kissing the underside of each breast, then the sides and then the tops again purposefully avoiding the one place I wanted his mouth the most, making me squirm.

“And these pretty pink nipples,” he says before finally taking one in his mouth and suckling.

“Oh fuck,” I breathe having my back arch into him. His other hand comes up to draw little circles on my other nipple.

“Dirty mouth mate,” he teases before resuming his menstrations.

My hands fly to his hair as I pull him closer to me needing more of him. Needing all of him.

“Wouldn’t want this one to think I don’t love it,” he smirks before sucking my other bud into his mouth.

“Rhys please,” I breathe tugging at his hair.

“So eager are we mate?” he says kissing down my body till he gets to my core. He skips over it and sits up, taking my leg and kissing my ankle. He draws a path of kisses all the way down my leg till he reaches the inside of my thigh. He gives me an evil grin before sitting up and beginning to do the same with the other leg.

“Ugh Rhysand!” I groan, causing him to chuckle.

“I told you I wanted to take my time mate,” he chuckles against my calf. “Was there a certain body part you were hoping I would kiss?” he asks suggestively.

“Your favorite part,” I muse.

“You cruel wicked thing. As if I could ever just choose one part of you to be my favorite.” he says, acting wounded, putting my leg down. He leans into my pussy and places a kiss there running a finger through my folds. “Though I will say that one of my top contenders is this pretty little clit.” he hums lowly before flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves.

“Ahh,” I scream, my hands going straight to his hair.

“Precisely why I love it. I love the little sounds you make when I lick it,” he growls before diving in to feast on me.

“Oh my gods Rhys!” I scream, grinding my hips into his face.

That’s right y/n I wanna hear everything. We’re not in Beron’s office anymore, scream for me mate. He says into my mind and I do.

I scream and writhe and moan. My eyes flit down to where his mouth is attached to my pussy. His darkened eyes look up at me watching the pleasure rake through my body. One of his hands comes from my hip and I feel his fingers tease my entrance before he slides one into me. His mouth continues suckling on my clit as his fingers curl to massage that spot inside of me that I didn’t know was there until he touched it at the ball.

Gods your pussy tastes so good. After we’re officially mated I promise to spend a whole night between your legs eating you out until you can’t move.

“Rhys!” I scream, his words my undoing as I cum on his tongue. He works me through my orgasm until my legs stop shaking and then he pulls his finger from me. He places a kiss on my clit one last time before moving up the bed. He watches me as he sucks all my leftover cum on his finger off.

I grab his neck and pull him down to kiss me again. He slips his tongue into my mouth and I can taste myself on him. My hands run down his back feeling the powerful muscles there, gods I could just sit here and touch him all day. He was as beautiful as I had pictured him that one night not too long ago. He was everything and he was mine.

“That’s right mate, I am yours,” he said between kisses. Clearly my thoughts we’re projecting again.

“And I am yours Rhys,” I breathe, and he takes a moment to study my face trying to read if I really mean it, like he thought the words would never leave my mouth.

“Mine,” he grumbles, connecting our lips again. “Beautiful and perfect and all fucking mine.”

I feel his cock nudging my entrance and I gasp. I want it, I want all of him, but I’m scared.

“Rhys I’m scared, I’ve never had sex before,” I say.

“Don’t worry darling I wasn’t going to push in yet. Do you think you’re ready?” he asks sweetly.

“Yes I’m ready,” I nod.

“Okay tell me if it hurts too much and I’ll stop right away okay?” He says, kissing my forehead.

“I will, I promise,” I assure him, cupping his cheek.

“Here we go,” he says and I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance and it’s enough to have a large wave of arousal flood between my legs once more.

He pushes his tip in and I start to feel the burn but I don’t say anything as he slowly continues to push in. I feel him stretching me and the mixture of pleasure and pain starts to take over my body. Once he’s nearly fully inside me I wince and he stops.

“Shh it’s okay, you’re doing so good my mate,” he coos, kissing my brow.

“I’m good now, keep going,” I breathe.

I feel him bottom out inside me and I scream in both pain and pleasure once more.

“Fuck y/n,” he groans, but he doesn’t move trying to give me time to adjust. I relish how full I feel with him all the way in me and I look down at his arms. His muscles are taught and his veins are nearly popping and I realize it’s taking everything inside of him not to pull his cock out and slam it into me. The thought of him taking me so rough puts butterflies in my stomach.

“Rhys please move,” I cry trying to rock my hips into him.

He pulls out a little and thrusts back in and I hold back my cry as he does it again. He starts to build up a good slow tempo and after a while the pain disappears.

“Fuck you’re taking me so good, you’re doing so good mate.” he groans trying to keep himself from losing control.

“Harder Rhys,” I whine running my hands through his hair.

“No I don’t want to hurt you,” he shakes his head watching his cock disappear inside of me looking for any hint of discomfort.

He’s being gentle, trying to make sure I feel good. But all I can think of are his whimpers and moans from when he stroked his cock a few nights ago, and how desperately I want to hear them again. How desperately I want my pussy to be the thing that draws them from his lips.

I grab his face and force him to look at me so that he can see how dead serious I really was, “Rhys I want you to fuck me,” I ordered him.

“Fuck y/n,” his eyes widened and I could see all resolve has left exit his body.

His hips thrusted into me harder and I strangled cry left my mouth as he continued to fuck me. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room as my nails raked down his back, bringing those moans of his to the surface, I could’ve came right there.

“Fuck Rhys it feels so good,” I say blissfully.

“Gods mate how is your pussy so tiny and tight?” he groans into my neck fucking me harder. “You feel so good wrapped around me.”

I feel his lips crash onto mine again, hips never faltering. I can barely keep our lips attached as he keeps pulling moans from me and all I can think is how utterly his I am.

“Say it again,” he grits out and I know exactly what he means.

“I’m yours Rhysand,” I hum.

“Mine,” he grunts fucking me even harder.

The new pace has me seeing stars as I grip onto his shoulders leaving crescent shaped marks in his skin. I feel the ever familiar knot in my stomach growing and I’m moments away from cumming with his name on my tongue.

“Rhys I’m gonna cum,” I warn him and I can see the muscle in his jaw flicker.

“Me too. Cum with me mate,” he grunts before flicking my clit. I crumble the moment he flicks the sensive bud.

“OH GOD RHYS!” I scream digging my nails into his back again.

“Oh fuck y/n,” he groans, hips stuttering as he spills his seed into me.

We’re a heap of sweat and ragged breaths as he keeps himself propped up as not to crush me. My hands smooth back his hair and I leave sweet kisses on his brow.

“I love you so much Rhys,” I whisper in his ear leaving a kiss there. I mean every word, my soul so full of love for him that tears prick my eyes.

“I love you too y/n.” he smiles, pressing our lips together.

He sits up pulling out of me and I feel a breath escape my lips, disappointed at the sudden emptiness. He sits on his knees and I watch as he stares between my legs. His eyes light up in amusement.

“What?” I giggle sitting up a little on my arms.

“I’ve waited forever to have this view,” he smirks.

“What view?” I ask.

“You, naked, in my bed, with my cum dripping out of your pussy.” he muses, leaning over me again. “Totally and completely mine.” he smiles, kissing me again.

I hum in approval at his words and kiss him harder feeling his skin melt against mine. I try to pour every ounce of love I have into it. The way he kisses me has me seeing stars and I suddenly feel hot again, like I need more of him.

“Rhys I want more,” I say between kisses.

“I fuck you one time and you already want more?” he chuckles. “Don’t worry mate, I’m not done with you yet.”

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cinemastyles-blog · 1 year

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Summary: y/n can’t sleep so Harry gets a “you up” text.

Warnings: SMUT18+, unprotected sex, strong language, oral, filth, some fluff at the end

Master

∘₊✧── 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 ──✧₊∘

I tossed and turned for what felt like hours.

I let out a sigh, fighting the urges to call him. I haven't spoke to Harry in weeks because I was getting feelings and feelings for Harry were a no go.

"Fuck it." I roll over and slap my hand on my phone, dragging it over me. I go into my messages and scroll down to Harry's name. I chew on my lip, really debating if I want to do this.

I do.

I sink low and send him the typical, you up? text that most guys send at this time.

He might not even be up. I start to breathe a little faster. Anxiety mixed with excitement.

I get a text back and sure enough, he's up.

Harry: Well well well, if it ain't little miss lonely.

I scoff and roll my eyes,

Me: What's that supposed to mean?

Harry: Come over and I'll tell you.

I bite my lip and smirk,

Me: What's in it for me?

Harry: Come over and I'll show you.

I sigh, "Doesn't this man know what sexting is?" I sit up and I swear my thumbs move on their own,

Me: On my way.

I smile and try to keep my excitement down to a minimum. "Oh shit. Shit shit." I get up and quickly make myself look decent. I throw on a sweatshirt and leggings and slip on my shoes.

I quietly sneak past my sisters room and walk down the steps.

I grab my purse and grab my keys off the hook.

"Where are you going?" My sister asks popping around the corner, scaring the absolute shit out of me.

"Ah! Julie I almost killed you." I yell, "What the fuck are you doing?" She crosses her arms and smirks, "I can ask you the same thing. You going to see Harry?"

I look at her quickly, "What? N-no. I'm going to-" I sigh, "Yes."

She shakes her head, "He's more than a temporary fix for you and you both just see to realize that." She says as she walks away.

"What?" I say turning towards her. She stops on the steps and leans down over the banister, "Don't keep him waiting."

I scoff and look at my phone,

Harry: Come on, love. I can't wait to see you.

Me: I'm coming, I'm coming. Chill out.

I walk out and get into my car. I put on my music and grip the steering wheel tight before I start driving.

He's more than a temporary fix for you and you both just see to realize that.

I think about what Julie said, over and over again. Her voice playing in my head the whole time I drive to Harry's.

I sit in my car and I look up at his apartment, butterflies start to fill my stomach.

Me: I'm here. I'll be up.

I get out and lock my car, slowly walking up the steps to his door. I knock a few times before the door opens.

There stands Harry. Hot and shirtless. Tattoos on full display.

I bite my lip as my eyes scan over his half naked body, his voice snapping me out of my stare.

"Are you coming in, or are you just going to stand there and gawk over me."

I look up at him and shake my head with a smirk, "Shut up." I walk in past him and push his shoulder. He shuts the door and presses his back against it with his arms crossed over his chest.

"What?" I ask while setting my bag on the couch.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of having you being here at this hour?" He chuckles. I shrug, "I guess I just .. needed a temporary fix."

"Yeah?" He walks over to me, "I told you can call me when you're lonely." He brushes hair off my shoulder and tucks it behind my ear, "When you can't sleep.." he slides his hands down to my hips and pulls me into him, "I'll always be your temporary fix."

I look from his eyes up to his lips and smirk before he leans down and kisses me which quickly turns into a very hot make out.

"I've missed you." He mumbles lowly.

I nod in agreement, slipping my hoodie off over my head and tossing it to the ground. I connect my lips with his and he unhooks my bra, sliding it down over my arms and dropping it.

He backs me up into his bedroom, not breaking the kiss.

My knees bend as I hit the bed and I fall back, pulling him with me. He holds his weight up as he hovers over me.

He places kisses down my chest and stomach and takes off my pants and panties together in one swift motion.

I raise my eyebrows.

He shrugs and crawls back onto me, "What?" He kisses me, "I said I've missed you." I giggle and wrap my arms around his neck.

"Didn't you miss me?" He teases, "Didn't you miss how my cock feels inside that tight little pussy you have? Hmm." He kisses my neck and sucks on a spot.

I whimper, "Y-yes." I run my fingers through his hair and arch my back as I can feel him sinking his teeth into my skin, "Fuck."

He kisses up to my ear, "Ive also missed those lips of yours."

"Which ones?" I joke and he looks up at me, "Both of them." He pushes his sweats down immediately freeing his cock.

My eyes flick down and I lick my lips, "Let me suck you off for a little." I look back up to him and he nods eagerly.

I nod for him to lay on the bed and I get up on my knees to finish taking off his sweats. I get myself into position, laying on my belly with my feet kicking in the air behind me.

I lean in and lick a long stripe up the shaft of his cock and he gasps, "Oh." I lick the tip, tasting his salty precum, "Mm, someone's excited." I tease playfully.

He tilts his head and nods once with his teeth holding onto his bottom lip.

I wrap my hand around him and work my way onto his cock. I swirl my tongue and bob my head, each bob earning a moan that gets louder and louder.

"Shit." He gasps laying a hand on the back of my head. He gently pushes my head further down and I let him. I gag slightly as he hits the back of my throat and he jerks his hips, "Fuck, baby."

I hold it there for a few moments as he thrusts his hips slowly.

"O-okay. Come here." He runs a hand up and down my back. I sit up and wipe my mouth before straddling him. Without a word, I slowly sink down into him.

My lips part slowly as I close my eyes and tilt my head back, enjoying the feeling of finally having him inside of me after not having him for weeks.

"Still feel so good." He moans. He grips my hips and starts to slowly rock them. I gasp and look at him, "That feels so good." He smirks and watches me. He leans his head forward so I can wrap and arm around his neck.

I start to bounce, moaning into his neck, "Harry." He wraps and arm around my waist and holds me, moaning along with me.

I wrap my arms tighter around him as I can feel my orgasm approaching, "M'gonna cum." I whimper, "Fuck, Harry."

He turns his head and kisses my neck, biting the same sensitive spot he already marked me with, "Cum on my cock."

I rock my hips, getting him to hit exactly where I need him to hit and I gasp loudly followed by the scream of his name, "Harry, fuck fuck." I groan and arch my back so my chest is pressed more into his.

He thrusts his hips up to meet mine, fucking me through my leg shaking orgasm.

He rolls us over so he's on top now, "Feel good?"

I bite my lip and smile, "Always."

He slides a hand up to my neck and gently starts to squeeze the sides. He starts to thrust again but slow and hard. He watches my face as my eyes roll back and I smile.

"You dirty girl. You like being choked don't you?"

I keep smiling and nod.

He thrusts all the way in and pushes against me, "You're so fucking hot." He slowly moves his hips causing me to whimper.

He removes his hand from my throat and leans down to kiss me, "Where do you want me to cum?" I open my mouth and stick my tongue out.

He nods with a smirk, "As you wish." He starts to thrusts again at a faster pace. He groans and grips my hips tight, tilting his head back.

He pulls out and I quickly get up, wrapping my lips around the head and pumping. He tangles his fingers into my hair and moans as he pumps his hot cum into my throat.

"Fuck, baby, Mm, fuck." He moans as I suck him clean. I lean and fall back onto the bed. He lays down on his stomach next to me, "that.." he blows air and smiles.

I nod, "one hundred percent." I look up at the ceiling and bite my lip. I didn't realize Harry was staring at me until a few minutes later.

"What's going on in that beautiful brain of yours?" He props himself up onto one of his elbows, "Whatcha thinkin about?"

I look over at him and shake my head, "Nothing, it's nothing."

He lays a hand on mine, "It's obviously not just nothing, what's going on?"

I sigh and laugh slightly, "My.. uh, my sister said something to me when she caught me sneaking out and I can't stop thinking about it."

"Uh oh. What did the all mighty Julie have to say?" He chuckles.

I think for a moment, "That.. you're not just a temporary fix for me." I slowly look over at him and he has a smile plastered on his lips.

"What?" I ask slightly embarrassed, "Harry don't ma-"

He brings a hand up to turn my head towards him, "That Talia I told you about.." he pauses and I nod, "Yeah? What about her?"

"She isn't real."

"Huh?" I ask confused.

He shakes his head, "I mean, she is, but she has a girlfriend and I just told you that to see if you'd get jealous because I wanted to see if you caught feelings like I did."

"Feelings we're hooked lined and sunk a while ago buddy."

"Buddy? Did you just friendzone me?" He laughs and leans in, "I don't want to be just a temporary fix for you anymore." He kisses my forehead.

"Good because I don't want you to be either." I place my lips on his and we fall asleep cuddling with our naked bodies as close to one another as they can be.

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 7 months

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Kinktober day 6 | Chad Meeks Martin x Reader

Kindtober day 6: lingerie

Word count: 0.9k

Warnings: 18+, sexy photos, no smut but I might make a part 2 with smut if anyone is interested

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Laying in bed in your pajamas, you opened snapchat and sent a few snaps to the guys you were talking to. It was nothing serious, just late night sexting sessions. You had taken some good shots of yourself in lingerie when you went shopping with Tara today. They’re gonna love it.

You waited for their replies — they usually didn't keep you waiting for long.

Ding.

You grinned, excited to see who had replied first. However, your expression quickly soured when you saw your ex-boyfriend's name pop up.

‘’I fucked up.’’

In Hortense Tower, Chad had just returned from the showers after a late night run around campus when he saw a notification from you on his phone. Although you were no longer dating, you stayed friends. Thinking it was a dumb picture of his sister or a cute cat you saw today, he opened it immediately.

It was not a picture of Mindy or a cute cat. Instead, his screen was filled with a photo of yourself in a pink lingerie set. Chad’s cock stiffened under his towel as blood rushed south, getting hot the way your boobs were perfectly sitting in that almost see-through bra. Your face was mostly hidden, but he knew it was you. He knew your body like the back of his hand.

Chad: Looking good, but…wrong guy, I’m guessing

Your whole face flushed in embarrassment and you turned off your phone. How were you going to explain this to him? ‘I changed my mind and now I send strangers pictures of me in lingerie?’ Terrible idea.

You avoided Chad all morning the next day, mortified about last night. In your two years relationship, you and Chad had never sent nudes to each other. You sexted like any horny teenager, but never sent pictures. You were too scared they would end up online or in someone else’s hands.

When lunch came around, you saw him walking on campus and walked up to him. Tara had invited the group over for a movie night at her and Sam’s apartment later and you wanted to avoid any awkward tension in the air. Mindy had a knack for being so observant and nosey, she would point it out within minutes.

‘’About last night, I’m really sorry—’’ you began, trying to clear the air.

Chad shook his head, dismissing your apology. ‘’Mistakes happen. Don’t worry about it.’’

‘’I meant to send it to other guys, but my finger slipped and I didn’t notice your name was checked before I hit ‘send’,’’ you explained, speaking faster than your brain and not realizing you had said too much.

‘’Just, be careful, okay?’’ he advised, his tone sincere. ‘’I’m not ill-intentioned but you can never know— Wait, you said other guys? As in more than one?’’

This was exactly where you didn’t want the conversation to go. You should have bit your tongue…

‘’Just some guys I matched on Tinder. Nothing serious.’’

‘’Serious enough to trust them with your nudes. You know people sell that shit online, right?’’

‘’They’re not nudes—’’ you protested, insisting they weren’t the same thing.

Besides, you weren’t stupid enough to send any with your full face — in case someone did post them somewhere.

‘’I could see your nipples through that bra!’’ Chad exclaimed, his voice unintentionally loud, causing a few heads to turn in your direction.

Turning the situation around, you decided to tease him. ‘’Good to know you stared at it long enough,’’ you quipped with a mischievous grin.

Chad opened his mouth, but nothing came out. It was his turn to be embarrassed.

Later at Tara’s, you were in the kitchen helping Mindy and Sam with the snacks when your phone received a notification. You pulled it out and saw one of the Tinder guys had sent you a snap. He was blond and had a nice cock, but you ignored him. Instead, you pressed Chad’s name and sent him another photo of you in a green set.

This time, it wasn’t a mistake.

You held back a laugh when you heard his choked cough coming from the living room and Tara’s ‘you okay?’.

After two movies, Anika was asleep on Mindy’s shoulder and Sam was — you assumed — texting some guy, so you all called it a night and went home. Without surprise, Chad offered to accompany you. It’s dark and unsafe for women at night — more so in New York. You didn't protest; his protective nature was one of the things you liked most about Chad. He never let you walk on the side of the sidewalk facing the street and always volunteered to watch your drink at parties.

As you walked together in the dimly lit streets, Chad finally mustered the courage to bring up the photo — the second one. ‘’Eh, I think your finger slipped again earlier. You…’’

‘’No. I sent it to the right person.’’

A mix of surprise and confusion spread on his face. ‘’What?’’

You stopped on the sidewalk and grabbed Chad’s hand, making him stop too. ‘’I think we made a mistake.’’

He looked down at your hands together, missing the feeling of yours in his.

‘’We’ve gone through difficult things and a lot of big changes in our lives. We thought breaking up would make going through everything easier, but the truth is, I miss us. ‘’

Chad squeezed your hand back, his deep brown eyes rising to meet yours. ‘’I miss us too.’’

You raised an eyebrow, a small smile curling at the corner. ‘’Are you saying that because you want more lingerie photos of me?’’

A laugh spilled from his lips and he shook his head. ‘’No. That’s just a bonus.’’

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cinemastyles-backup · 7 months

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Summary: FWB's Harry and y/n find out that they're more than just a temporary fix to each other

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, unprotected sex, oral (m rec), hair pulling, general filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.