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roguelov · 1 year

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Look at You

Summary: With his back turned, you decided to try on your love’s, the Corinthian, sunglasses. But, only trying them on will come with some consequences.

Word Count: ~2.2k

Reader: Afab

Warning: Smut (fingering, dirty talk, teasing/begging, unprotected sex (doggystyle), mirror sex)

Requested by the sweet @dreamstatednightmare

MINOR DNI/ 18+ ONLY

You inhaled softly, awaking to a new day. Cracking open your eyes, the yellow hues of the morning sunlight streamed in through the windows. Dust particles - that hung loosely in the air - now twinkled like your own galaxy trapped within your four walls.

You sighed, and snuggled deeper into the warmth of bed and sheets. Your head lolled over to the side. A smile - so joyful, pure of adoration - crossed your lips.

Your miniature stars of your galaxy floated down, haloing around your love’s face. He basked in the early morning golden hue, like a god sculpted by fire and wonder. His voice was a deep vibrato, a harmonious symphony, that hummed within your bones down to your soul. It uplifted you. His touch was downright intoxicating that left you addicted and always wishing - aching - for more. His essence enveloped you, he became the sun to your barren earth.

He was perfect.

“You’re staring again, sweetheart.”

Still smiling, you snorted. “Is that a problem?”

Corinthian titled his head over to you. He opened his eyes, smiling widely.

Nightmare. A monsterous vision.

Teeth - yes, teeth - stared at you where eyes should be. Pearl white teeth that clicked together - a sickening click meant to haunt dreams. Yet, despite all of it, you continued to smile back at him.

“No, not at all.” His rich syrupy voice inflected with a southern drawl, even more pronounced with the lingering effects of sleep.

You completely rolled over, facing him. “Good.”

He laughed once. “You really are somethin’, aren’t ya?”

“Yeah, your problem.”

With quick reflexes, he threw his arm out over your waist and drew you in, pressing you firmly against his chest. Your smile only widened, despite being face to face with a literal nightmare. No fears, no worries, only love flooded over you. Such a dizzying warmth.

“You are just too sweet, I could eat you up.” He popped the ‘p’, then tossed you a wolfish grin.

“You could, but who would keep you company?” Your hands skimmed up his chest.

“You think I couldn’t find someone else?” He teased.

“No one as good as me.”

He clicked his tongue. “Now, you may be right about that.”

“I’m always right.”

“Oh, now don’t go pushin’ on it.” He leaned in and pecked your forehead. But, neither of you were satisfied with it, so he kissed your lips. So sweet, so addictingly sweet. Smirking, he whispered against your lips. “You know I was thinking about hopping into the shower, care to join me?”

You hummed in thought. “Tempting.”

“But?”

“But, I’ll sit this one out … for now.”

“Ooo, I like that promise.”

He kissed your lips once more before rolling out of bed. Your eyes trailed after him, hungrily taking him in. He strolled into the bathroom shutting the door behind him, hiding him from your view.

You flopped onto your back, sighing.

The pipes creaked as the shower turned on.

Now, you could get up to start your day as well. Maybe, you could make breakfast for the two of you … or you could stay in the comfort of your bed just a little while longer.

You peered back over to the closed bathroom door, but something was caught in your peripheral - something shone, glittered, in the sunlight. All your attention shifted.

Sunglasses.

It was frankly an ordinary pair of sunglasses neatly folded on the nightstand. However, ordinary also wasn’t the correct word. It was a unique pair because it was the Corinthian’s sunglasses which hid his true nature out in public. Sunglasses he freely tossed aside once in the confinements of your home.

He trusted you, wholeheartedly. Trusted and loved you enough to shed his mask.

Unfortunately, in this moment, you only had one thought in mind: to try them on for yourself.

You snuck a glance to the bathroom door. Still closed, and the shower still ran. If you listened closely you could hear the soft whistling from the Corinthian. Biting back a giddy smile, you scrambled across the bed and plucked up the dark circular sunglasses.

You slipped them on. You were taken back by how dark the room became, it was nearly pitch black.

How does he see in these?

You hopped out of bed and walked over to the full length mirror hanging on the closet door. You smiled at yourself. You had to admit you loved how they looked on you. Like how they framed your face, how they made you feel. Staring at yourself, you started to goofy faces then just downright admired yourself.

You laughed, having your fun and turned away.

Arms snuck around your waist.

Your breath was taken away, your heart leapt up into your throat. Turning your head back to the mirror, your eyes locked onto the Corinthian directly behind you. His pale blonde hair slicked back as water droplets occasionally dripped off the one loose strand. His body, his skin still damp and slightly red, radiated an intense heat from the shower. Your clothes soon stuck to his bare chest. And to top it off, all he had covering himself was a towel tucked around his waist.

And although he couldn’t see your wide shocked eyes, he could perfectly picture it in his mind. He chuckled, tightening his grip. “Having fun, darlin’?”

You laughed once, a little nervous. Would he be mad? Upset? “Yeah, uh, sorry.”

“Oh, now don’t be sorry, sweetheart.” He dropped his head, his lips skimmed over your neck. “I think they look good on you.”

You tucked your chin to your chest, feeling both relief and bashful by his honey sweet words.

He chuckled softly. You were certainly something, something he loved sinking his teeth into. His hands glided down and gripped your hips. He nipped at your neck. You gasped. He smirked, the same buttery smirk he always wears. He brought your hips back, making you grind on him just a bit. At the small sensation, a pleasant hum vibrated in the back of his throat.

You shivered. Your head tipped forward, craning to the side to give him better access. His glasses slid down the bridge of your nose

A hand snaked up your body - over your curves and valleys, leaving a trail of goosebumps - and wrapped gently around your throat. It tipped your head back, so you could look at yourself in the mirror head on. Corinthian smiled deviously. “Now, now, sweetheart, I think you need to see this.”

His sunglasses hung on the tip of your nose. Looking over top of them, you made eye contact with him. He only smirked, one that held a hidden agenda. His hand - wrapped around your throat - came up and pushed his glasses back properly on your face. His face nuzzled into your neck, starting to bite and bruise you.

“I want you to keep them, sweetheart.” He mumbled into your skin. “And keep your eyes on me, on what I do.”

His fingers traced down your body, loving how easily you squirmed. His fingers landed on the waistband of your sweatpants. He picked at the elastic, humming in minor disapproval.

“Step out of those pants for me, would you darlin’?” You obeyed without a second thought. You shimmed out of your sweatpants then kicked them to the side. “And these too.”

He tugged on your underwear. You pulled them off, and decidedly your shirt too, tossing them to the growing pile. Your heart hammered in your chest, absolutely thrilled by the quick turn of events.

His eyes raked over your body. He smiled, showing all his teeth like a ferocious hungry animal. “Perfect.”

His arms shot out and yanked you towards his body. He twisted you around, ensuring you faced the mirror. He peppered kisses down your jaw and neck. Each kiss, you fell - fell into depravity, fell into his waiting arms. His fingers danced over your body, tracing over your curves. Your skin screamed - ached, yearned - for more. His fingers skimmed down your thighs then towards your core. But, he only teased. With a feathery touch, he glided over your inner thigh.

Leaning into him, you let out a shaky breath.

He smirked, deviously. He kissed your neck - a mere distraction. With one finger, he dipped down, swiping along your wet folds.

Your breath hitched.

“My, my, what has you all turned on?” His finger teased your entrance again. Your heart pounded against your flushed chest and ears. All his doing. “Come on, answer me, sweetheart. Who has you all in a tizzy?”

Licking your lips, you breathed out, “You.”

“That’s right.”

He circled around your clit, playing with it - teasing you as he always did. You dropped your head back into him. Fluttering your eyes closed, a string of curses passed under your breath.

“Ah, I want you to look.” With his free hand, he grabbed your chin making you look at the mirror.

Darkness stared back.

You shivered.

Your naked body was solely supported by him, while he hid from view. All you saw his smirk and of course his fingers. How they wondered over your body, and reflected in the light with your juices. You swallowed, nervously. Your eyes locked onto his hand, onto his skillful fingers as they dipped between your folds and inside of you.

You whimpered.

His fingers pumped in and out of you, slowly working you to your high. “You’re okay, I got you.” He whispered in your ear.

Even through the dark glasses, you could easily see how his fingers disappeared inside of you. And if you couldn’t see, you could most definitely hear the sinful wet noises.

Your hands flew up, threading into his damp hair. You tugged on the golden strains, needing to cling to him, needing all the support to keep you upright. You greedily grinded down on his fingers.

He moaned, loving how you were losing yourself in such intense feelings. “Hmm, just like that sweetheart, just like that.”

The heel of his palm grinded into your clit. Moaning, you bucked your hips. More. His fingers curled. Your walls fluttered. More. He smiled to himself. He pumped faster, giddy how close you were reaching your end. You yanked on his hair, whining. You rocked your hips desperately chasing your high.

He chuckled. A deep vibration felt in your chest. Yet, despite knowing how close you were, his fingers slipped out of you.

You whined, unabashedly.

“Come here.”

He moved you around the bed, and easily bent you over the edge - all in front of the mirror, or so you could look at yourself head on. Your hands rested on the bed with your ass sticking out. Nerves and excitement fluttered through you. His towel dropped with a soft thud, and your heart rate spiked. He grabbed your hips and his cock teased your entrance.

You were needy, you were desperate. You immediately pushed back, wiggling your hips.

He purred. “Slow down, sweetheart.”

He continued to tease you, just sinking his tip between your folds. Oh how he enjoyed how you became more and more vocal. Such a devious man in such a beautiful package.

Such trickery, such irony, such poetry.

“Please,” you begged.

He hummed. “Say it nicely.”

“Please, Corinthian.”

He hissed through his teeth. “Darlin’, I don’t know.”

You whimpered. “Please, please, I want you.”

Your words hung in the air. He said nothing, as if weighing them. Then he leaned down, his lips brushed over the shell of your ear. “Now, that is begging, sweetheart.”

His cock slipped inside you, and your wall eagerly welcomed him.

“Ooo, look at you, sweetheart.”

Your eyes flickered up, over the edge of glasses. Your mouth had fallen apart into a silent moan. Corinthian smirked from behind you, looming behind you. His skin glistened in sunlight like a god made of stars. He radiated warmth, but his actions always said otherwise.

His was a contradiction, but your contradiction.

He rocked his hips, sliding in and out with such ease. You dropped to your forearms. “Fuck.”

Corinthian chuckled. His fingers dug into your hips, definitely bruising them. He began to pick up his pace.

Your head tipped forward, burying into the sheets. Unbothered by how the glasses pressed into your face. Your whines and moans were muffled. You pushed back, grinding into him.

He moaned. “Ooo, just like that darlin’.”

He pounded into you, and you matched his pace. His skin smacked against you, such a resounding delicious sound. Higher and higher you both rose. Your walls fluttered around him. His cocked twitched and he moaned.

You whined. “Corinthian.”

“Come on, come for my sweetheart, I know you can do it.” He lifted your head, making you look at yourself in the mirror again. “I want you to watch yourself.”

His cock kissed deep within you, hitting such delightful spots.

You whimpered.

With each hit, you reached higher and higher and -

And you finally crashed.

You moaned, watching yourself as you came around him.

Corinthian chuckled. He grabbed your hips forcibly and continuously pounded into you making you ride out your orgasm while chasing his own. And you watched, utterly entranced by him. Your nightmare wrapped in a dream. He closed his eyes, tipping his head back to the gods. His mouth fell open and he moaned out your name.

You shivered.

He dropped his head, opening his eyes. He connected with yours in the mirror. He tossed you a tired smile, and bent over you. The same smirk, cocky and somewhat arrogant, wormed its way onto his beautiful lips. He whispered into your ear. “Care to join me in the shower now?”

You laughed, breathless. “Absolutely.”

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