Meet The Simp Supreme

💖•Meet the Simp Supreme•💖

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Some Things About Me

black • (not so) proud southerner • english

any pronouns • 19 • pansexual/aromantic

ISTP • Cancer ♋︎ • 9w8

I reblog things related to my current obsessions and that means some things can get pretty 18+, so please proceed with caution!

collared. || Roman Roy || smut

Pairing: Sub!Roman Roy x F!Dom!Reader Summary: You have a gift for Roman, and he seems to enjoy it.

Word count: 2.496

18+ only! More under the cut ^^~

Warning(s): SMUT, aka 18+ only! Sub Roman, degradation, collar and leash stuff, coming untouched/in pants, aftercare

Summary: You have a gift for Roman, and he seems to enjoy it.

A/n: wrote this in a haze and now its here so yippee. this is also on my AO3 btw :D

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"Romes, c'mon, just open it!"

You watch him fumble around with the sleek, black gift box, his nervous laughter filling your living room. "Fuck off, I will, I'm just making sure this isn't a fucking bomb you put to kill me or something. You freaky assassin bitch," he jokes tensely, brows furrowing. In the dim lighting you can see his eyes glimmer in anticipation. "So this is like, what, a pair of panties for me to wear around the office or some shit? Or like, a cock ring? Do you like my dick so much you wanna marry it?"

All you do is shoot him a sharp look, but it's enough for him to raise his hands in defeat and start pulling at the tiny ribbon. "I guess romance isn't dead," he mumbles to himself as he struggles to pull at the ribbon's tail. With a roll of your eyes you snatch the box away from him, quickly untying the ribbon for him and handing it back to him just as swiftly.

"You can't do anything, can you?" There's clear humor in your tone, and yet you instantly pick up on the way his chest stutters and his forehead creases. All he can manage to let out is a small 'shut up' before he removes the top of the box, revealing your gift. You revel in the way he starts shifting in his seat, eyes glued to the content of the box.

Roman lets out something akin to a nervous chuckle, high-pitched and curt, as he grabs and raises the gift for you to see. "A collar? Seriously? That's like, majorly fucked up. My therapist is gonna hate your guts, because you just put his ass behind three years at the very least with this."

You watch him as he inspects the maroon red collar and its golden detailing. His hands are shaking as he messes with the buckle, despite his clear attempts at trying to still himself. "I even added a name tag for you," you hum out as you let your back meet the couch's pillows. Roman, on the other hand, shoots up, collar still in hand as he lets out an incredulous laugh.

"A fucking dog collar! You're one wicked bitch, y'know, seeing I told you about the cage shit. Or is this because I told you? Oh, fuck you, I shouldn't have told you that. I wouldn't have if I knew you were gonna do psychological mind games while my guard is, y'know, down."

He starts pacing around in front of you, the tag of his collar jingling as he waves his hands around during his rambles. "And I thought you were trying to be sweet, propose to my dick, have a Las Vegas wedding with it. I had little baby dick names ready for the fuckin' family I thought you were gonna build, but no, you target my childhood trauma instead. Real fuckin' classy, holy shit," he rambles on.

With each word he says, heat travels further and further from his neck up into his face, until his cheeks are left to burn brightly. Even in the darkness of night and dimness of your lights, you can pick up on just how red he is in the face. Every laugh he lets out between sentences becomes shorter, bouncier. It's like you're watching him melt right in front of you.

"So?"

His head whips to look at you. "'So?' Fucking 'so?'"

You stand up and walk to stand only inches away from him, a light grin gracing your features. "So do you want me to put it on for you, or...?"

Roman blinks once. Then twice, and then another dozen times as he processes your words. "It's a yes or no question, Roman, c'mon. Even you should be able to answer that."

"I, uh... god, fuck you," he groans out, eyes squeezed shut before looking down to stare at the collar in his palms as he hides from your heated gaze. Weakly, he hands you it, not making eye contact as he explains. "You spent money on the stupid thing, I don't want you to be a whiny baby about wasted cash."

You let out an unconvinced 'sure' as you take the collar from him. With repressed glee you caress the intricate stitching in the leather. You'd be lying to yourself if you said you hadn't immediately thought about Roman the moment you laid your eyes on the thing, knowing how nice it'd look around his neck. "Alright, then kneel in front of me."

Roman's line of sight rises to meet your own. He doesn't say anything, and neither do you. It takes all but four seconds for him to awkwardly kneel down, his dress pants clearly restricting his movements to a degree. "Jesus, you actually kneeled down. Embarrassing," you tell him as you unbuckle the collar, reveling in the way he quietly heaves at your words.

All it takes is a one-two movement to unbuckle it. You dangle the now open collar in front of Roman, a sadistic fire lighting in the pit of your stomach. "D'you want your collar?"

Quietly, he gives you a small nod. Not enough. "I can't hear you, Roman. Do you want your collar or not?" you hiss. The noise he makes is something between a grunt and a moan, his puppy-like eyes glossed over as he stares at the collar. "Use your words, mutt."

"H-ahh, fuck, yes please."

That's what you wanted to hear, so you bend down and carefully wrap the collar around his neck, taking your time as you buckle it back up. You make sure to let your nails "accidentally" scratch his neck as you mess with the tightness of it, watching his expression from the corner of your eye. He doesn't seem to be turning purple, and you're able to wriggle your fingers between the toughness of leather and scratchiness of his stubbly neck.

You back away from him, taking in the sight in front of you. He's already panting, hands awkwardly resting on his thighs. You can see his fingers tremble with anticipation as he occasionally fumbles with the fabric of his slacks. And god, that collar. The red contrasts beautifully against both his pale skin and light blue blouse. You watch the name tag bounce around with each of Roman's quivers, golden and glimmering, borderline hypnotizing.

The veins on his neck are also clearly visible now, though it's more because of the restraint he seems to be practicing, rather than the tightness of the collar. He clearly wants to say something, anything, but he's biting his tongue for you. "You look so handsome with your collar on. Does it feel nice?" you ask, taking slow steps to stand only inches away from him.

He nods his head with a breathy 'yes' as he looks up at you. With a gentle hand you play with his hair, messing it up even more than it previously was. He's always disheveled when he visits your apartment, blouse already buttoned down and sleeves messily rolled up as he unceremoniously throws himself onto your couch.

You hum in response, fingers carefully tangling in his hair as you look down at him. "God, you're really pathetic. Kneeling down with a fucking collar on, how would people react to this? Fucking disgusting."

"I know," he groans out, squeezing his eyes shut in a weak attempt at calming himself. "Oh, you know?And yet you still act like a bitch in heat in front of me. Is the thought of everyone knowing how disgusting you are really that arousing?"

As he squirms and groans you grab the best part of your gift ever-so carefully from behind your couch's pillows, and before he can react you clasp the matching leash onto his collar. "Romes, is this alright?" you quickly ask, and with a quick nod from him you continue. You carefully pull at it, laughing as Roman loses his balance and grabs onto your legs for support. "Now you're a proper bitch! You're probably hard as a rock by now as well, aren't you, freak?"

He doesn't say anything to you, just lets his bottom lip stutter as he takes in raspy breaths, barely nodding his head in confirmation. "Go ahead and loosen your pants, mutt," you snarl at him. Yet again you can't help but laugh at him as he unbuttons- and zips his trousers with an extreme urgency.

"It's sad how needy you are, really. All I needed was a collar and leash, and you're letting me push you around as if you aren't a fucking Roy. I should really contact a gossip site about this or something, or your siblings even," you think aloud, and the way Roman lets out a pathetic whine at the words makes your head spin.

With a wicked grin you yet again yank at the collar. You pause for a moment, waiting for the confirmation that he's still okay, and when he lets out a broken hum of approval you happily tug at it once more.

Each tug at his collar sends a shot of ecstasy through Roman's body, a feeling he wouldn't be able to compare to anything else. No money, nor business validation, nor closed deal can copy what you're doing to him now- what you're giving him. "Are you already close, mutt? Don't tell me you're gonna finish in your underwear just because of a simple tug. You're not that much of a perverted freak, are you?" He lets out a whiny 'I am', and as you look down at his lap you grin at the sight. Pre-cum is steadily leaking through his navy blue boxers, his painfully erect cock twitching from underneath the damp layer of fabric. 

You let your face morph into one of pure disgust as you strengthen your grip on the leash, lightly tugging at it as you watch Roman fall apart. "You gonna cum in your pants, Roman? Like the disgusting pervert you are?"

It's clear that he's having a hard time getting his words out. The feather-weight friction of the fabric of his boxers rubbing against him with every tiny movement he makes clearly is too much for him. There's even a slight bit of drool on the side of his mouth, wetting his pretty pink lips and making them shimmer. "C'mon, Roman, tell me if you're going to cum and admit you're disgusting," you taunt. It seems to do the trick, as his eyes screw shut and his breath falters. His face is as flushed as can be, hair tousled and forehead glimmering with sweat. Just the way you like him. 

"Fuck, 'm gonna cum," he fumbles out, sharp breaths turning into light moans as you deliver a final, harsh tug to his leash.

He releases with a loud gasp, followed by a low, strung-out moan as he messes up his underwear. You watch him as he lightly convulses with pleasure, body hunched as he takes in each wave of sensations. As his breaths slow down, you bend down and unclasp his leash, holding his burning face in your hands as you tut.

"Such a filthy pup, making a mess. I'll clean you up, alright?" Roman simply hums in response, eyes still closed as he leans into your touch. "You did so well for me," you tell him, kissing his forehead as you unbuckle and remove his collar.

Carefully, you hold onto him and help him stand up. His knees wobble, and his pants sag down a little, but he's managing. He lets out a hoarse chuckle, finally making eye contact with you again. "Jesus fuck, woman."

You smile at the words. He's clearly alright, and that's what matters most. "I know, I know. So you liked the gift?" you ask as you lead him to your bathroom. He shuffles along awkwardly, clearly bothered by the sensation of still wearing his underwear. "Don't fuckin' ask me that, my god. And can you make sure to use the, uhh, the vanilla soap you always use? I'm sticky as shit with sweat."

"And other stuff," you quip, letting Roman sit on your toilet's closed cover as you start running a bath. "Oh please, like your panties aren't absolutely soaked because of me," he replies, adorning his usual, clownish grin. "Uh-huh, you're a total pussy slayer, Romes."

He puffs up his chest and smacks it with flat palms, letting out forced grunts in his ultra-dominant ways. "I'm a total fuckin' alpha. Seriously, how you let me parade around the office by myself is fuckin' beyond me. You should be more worried about all the women that flash their tits at me through the windows," he says, carefully watching the bath foam up as you pour the soap in. 

"Maybe I should then just get you a collar with my name on it, force you to wear it at work and stuff," you mumble, more to yourself than to him, but he softly groans at the thought. "Maybe you should," he mumbles back, nibbling at his bottom lip as he looks away from you. All you reply with is a light chuckle.

You hum at the smell of vanilla permeating in your quant bathroom. You use the same soap for every day showers, mostly because Roman has been gifting you it ever since he first caught a whiff of it. "Want me to help you undress?"

Roman shakes his head, pulling down his pants and undergarments and quickly making work of the buttons of his blouse. He clearly struggles, though, hands still trembling as he can't get the buttons through the slots. "C'mere, lemme do those," you tell him, and he doesn't hesitate to sit back down on the toilet lid and watch you, bent down to properly reach the buttons.

"Thanks, mommy," he jokes in a mocking, slightly more high-pitched tone. "Don't call me mommy as if you aren't totally into the idea of it," you retort, winning you a partial victory as he sputters before mumbling a weak 'shut up'.

You watch Roman carefully enter the bath as you remove your own clothes. You make sure to grab both his and your underwear and throw it in the laundry bin, before stepping in and sitting behind him, his back resting against your chest.

With a bit of similarly scented shampoo you carefully wash and massage his hair, humming a vague tune as you do so. He falls quiet, as he usually does in moments like these, simply letting his eyes flutter shut as you take care of him.

"Was everything alright tonight? Nothing too much?" He lazily hums, clearly in a state of tranquil as you pamper him. "It was perfect, you were really fucking hot, aaand I came my fucking brains out untouched. No complaints here." 

You laugh at that, and with a small kiss to his bare neck you let yourself get lost in him.

"You were really hot, too."

The Dark King

Misc Masterlist | Read on Ao3

Oliver Quick x f!reader x Felix Catton

SUMMARY: Oliver just wants to be part of your world, he just wants to be by you and Felix's side, he doesn't mind being a teddy bear or a pet for the two of you, but once you accept him, you will never be able to get rid of him.

WARNING(S): SMUT (+18) DUBCON, Non-consensual drug use, threesome, facefucking, fingerfucking, vaginal sex, rough oral sex (f and m receiving) orgasm denial, possessive behavior, unhealthy relationships, classism, discrimination, some ooc.

NOTES: obsessed with this movie and just needed to get it out, hope you like it and sorry for the possible OCC and mistakes, thanks for reading.

He was not in love with you.

He liked that you were very smart and on scholarship even though you wouldn't need it because your family was English nobility.

He was not in love with you.

He loved the way you smiled at him, but he hated with all his soul that you smiled at others, especially Felix, which was a total disaster because you and Felix came as a package deal, always together, and had spent almost every summer at Saltburn.

Felix's mother and your mother had been best friends since childhood and you grew up bathing naked in the same bathtub and going dressed in suits and formal dresses to boring events.

Then he would freak out because he hated the way you two touched each other, looked at each other, and smiled at each other. He hated that the two of you were on an intimate level that he would never reach with you or Felix.

Because he couldn't tell who he wanted to please more, who he needed to please more.

You and Felix complemented each other so much that it was hard to know where he ended and you began. You were perfect pieces created to fit together and he hated not belonging to that and not being either of you.

But he definitely wasn't in love with you.

He loved you. He loved how good you made him feel with your sweet words or your effusive hugs.

He loved that even before Oliver joined his select group, you sat with Michael and him at the social misfits table.

Michael almost died when he saw you sitting next to Oliver in the university library. There were more tables free, why would someone like you want to sit next to someone like Oliver Quick?

Oliver had only said, "Sure, go ahead." When you had asked him if you could sit at that table.

"Uh do you two have to do a project together or something?" asked Michael extremely nervous when he saw that you were concentrating on reading a book.

Oliver tried to pass saliva, his throat was dry, he didn't want some crazy comment from Michael Gavey to scare you and run away from there, you had simply come to his side, he hadn't had to carry out his convoluted plan to get you.

Of course, he had made many plans, one more crazy than the last to get to you as well as to get to Felix Catton.

From the first day he saw you, he knew that you two were the king and queen, the rest were simply his subjects, his jesters, his servants, and a few commoners trying to get even a little attention from the kings.

He didn't consider himself any different, he longed for that attention, he needed that attention from you and Felix, the winning couple.

"No... I just wanted to sit here... I don't want to make you uncomfortable..." you mumbled.

"No, of course not! You can sit here if you want!" shouted Oliver standing up to try to stop you from leaving.

You just smiled, he was wearing his glasses, and you could see his beautiful blue eyes sparkle at the sight of you, you liked that feeling, he seemed so genuine to you, unlike the rest.

You spent so much time with Oliver, you two talked a lot, he told you many things about his life, which was extremely hard, and you also talked about books and poetry, Oliver was very intelligent. You loved watching movies with him.

You liked that he was so real, there wasn't much of that around you.

Farleigh was the first to comment about your new friends.

"They're both fucking weird, especially the short one, his name is Oliver something, and he's my partner for the thesis, he looks at you like he wants to eat you or fuck you... which is fine, because everyone wants to do it Right?" he grabbed your shoulder and patted you.

"Don't be silly, Farleigh, Ollie's just my friend."

"Ollie, did you hear her yet, Felix? Ollie's taking your best friend away from you, man!" scoffed Farleigh elbowing Felix.

Felix smiled, but you could identify something in him, some discomfort.

You just smiled, no guy would go out with you on a second date and frankly, you were sick of the dating world, maybe there was something wrong with you, and then there was Felix.

Your best friend for as long as you can remember. That night Felix came back to his dorm drunk and you helped him to his bed, he was quite tall, so Farleigh helped you carry him, then said goodbye when he saw you would stay to take care of him.

"Have a lot of fun, you guys..." he teased.

"I just want to make sure he doesn't choke on his own vomit." You told him with your arms crossed before closing the door.

He said your name in a whisper.

"You don't have to hide it from me, I'm Felix's cousin, he already told me everything." He winked at you and then left.

You closed the door and when you returned, Felix had already thrown up the floor.

"I'm sorry..." he mumbled taking off the polo shirt he was wearing throwing it on the floor to hide the puddle of vomit.

You took a tissue from the bedside table and wiped his chin, he had a bit of vomit still on him.

"Never mind." You smiled at him trying to get him to lie down. "Now rest."

He took your hand tightly and guided it to his chest.

"You said you weren't going out with boys anymore."

You sighed, you knew you didn't even owe him explanations, but you answered anyway.

"I'm not dating guys, I'm only dating Farleigh and you."

"Really? What about 'Ollie'?"

"Oliver's just my friend, I think you'd really like him if you'd take the trouble to meet him."

"No thanks, I don't want to meet anyone you call him by a diminutive, Ollie like a teddy bear, your teddy bear, do you like him?" he growled.

He was angry and drunk a bad combination.

You rolled your eyes.

"Fuck, you like him!" he got out of bed and you tried to get him to lay back down, he gave in grumbling.

"So what if I like him? You date a lot of girls."

"I told you I could stop...I can stop now...we can be boyfriend and girlfriend officially if that's what you want..."

You laughed as you pulled a mint out of your pocket and popped it into Felix's mouth. He savored it on his tongue.

"And make your mother very happy? That's not your style..."

"I don't care, eventually we'd know what would happen, wouldn't we?" he took your arm and made you lie on his chest.

You easily found a hollow in his bed and hugged him like a fluffy pillow. He smelled of his expensive cologne, cheap beer and sweat. You recognized it perfectly, his scent.

"I don't want it to happen until we finish college, we had talked about it, we'll have our whole lives to be the way our parents want us to be..."

"I don't want you to date other guys... I couldn't stand it... "he murmured lowering his hand between your legs.

"I only date you...I don't date anyone else...only you..." you whispered feeling his fingers on top of the silk of your panties.

You sensed his minty breath and without warning he reached over you and roughly pushed your panties aside.

"I don't want you to see him again..." he caressed your skin, your mons pubis, little drops of pleasure slid down, he found your little bud and brushed it like a button, you shuddered.

"But he's my friend... if you knew him, you'd like him..." you murmured and Felix slipped his long finger inside you.

You let out a squeal burying your nails in his shoulder.

"You're mine... say you're mine..." his breath against your lips.

His hazel eyes were red, you could feel his lips on yours, his body on top of you taking most of your breath away.

"Felix... no..."

His thumb brushed your little bud, his index finger went in and out of you, he attached a second finger and hooked it inside you so deep, you curled your toes, buried your nails in his back and he grunted.

You couldn't think straight, he always triggered that in you.

Soon you would cum in his hand and he knew it so he stopped, stopped rubbing your clit and fucked you with his fingers, denying you pleasure.

He kissed you on the forehead and lay down next to you, you wanted to cry, you were stiff, your intimacy ached for release.

You slid your hand desperate to touch yourself and he stopped you by grabbing your wrist.

"You can't do that, say you're mine and I'll do it for you."

"You know I'm yours, I've always been yours Felix Catton." You sobbed.

"Say you'll never see him again...I want you to tell him right now, text him and tell him you'll never see him again." He growled grabbing your cell phone from your bag, you tried to fight him off but he found your cell phone and located Oliver's contact.

You had saved it as "Ollie🐻" Felix snapped.

"Fuck! Do you really think that's your teddy bear Ollie? I burned that fucking teddy bear when we were kids! Do you know why? Because I refuse to share you with anyone else!" growled Felix typing the message to Oliver.

You tried to stop him, but you couldn't, he sent the message.

"You're crazy!" you took your phone from him, but it was too late, Felix had sent the message.

It was short and to the point. "I don't want to see you anymore, please don't look for me."

Oliver got the message, he didn't feel any emotion about it because he knew you hadn't sent it, he had been watching you and Felix fucking for half an hour, he had followed you since the party, you had cancelled a movie marathon with him, you didn't even lie about it, you just told him you were going out with Felix and Farleigh.

He had the feeling that you didn't invite him to spend time with them because you were embarrassed but he could see it was because of Felix.

He never thought Felix Catton was so jealous and possessive, he didn't appear that way at all.

He watched as you tried to call him, but Felix snatched the phone from you and threw it against the wall, you moaned, but he threw you back against the bed and finished finger fucking you.

You moaned so loudly that Oliver had to stroke his hard crotch over the fabric of his jeans.

He would have to resort to the plan he had made to get into Felix Catton's world because it wasn't enough to have you, he needed the king and queen.

Oliver entered your world and Felix's, he slithered like a snake and was soon entangled in both of yours, Farleigh was much more reluctant to accept him.

But you and Felix would invite Oliver everywhere, he even overheard once how he said something to you about him, when you two were alone with Farleigh and he was nearby lurking.

"I understand why you like him, Ollie is so genuine..." said Felix taking your hand, Felix had stopped dating girls and everyone knew you were his girlfriend.

It was something everyone knew, eventually you would be Mrs. Catton as you should be.

"Ollie? Really Felix? You too?" growled Farleigh. "That little freak sucks both of you, your dick and pussy, is he that good with his tongue?"

And neither of you denied it, Oliver smiled as he watched you blush, he hadn't eaten your pussy yet, but he wanted to so badly.

"Don't be silly Farleigh!" growled Felix, he didn't seem happy with that insinuation.

"Oh but if he isn't your little bear, is he? He's your little pet, sure you can ask him to jump and he'll jump." Farleigh teased. "You two can ask him for a threesome and I swear he'll agree, you just have to see how he wants to eat you both."

"You're disgusting, Farleigh!" you huffed and walked away letting go of Felix.

Felix looked at Farleigh disapprovingly and then walked off after you. Farleigh shrugged his shoulders.

You had power over Felix and Felix had power over you. Oliver needed power over both of you, but he had noticed that Felix even though he was so spoiled and possessive around you, he would do anything to keep you happy so his plan was in motion.

You played varsity tennis and invited him to a tournament, when you won, everyone went to celebrate, Farleigh hadn't gone because he hated tennis, so Felix suggested going to his dorm.

"Let's have a drink to celebrate."

Felix hadn't invited anyone else and when the three of you arrived at the dorm, Oliver carried out his plan, he poured some of a libido-enhancing drug into your drink and Felix's.

The three of you sat on the wooden floor of the bedroom and began to drink and chat.

You were sweaty from the tennis game and you were wearing a little sport skirt, Felix put a hand on your thigh and started to knead it between his fingers and then started to kiss you, almost devouring you in front of Oliver, he just smiled and you looked at him as you kissed Felix, you pushed your boyfriend away and Felix growled, he really wanted to fuck you, he needed to fuck you.

"Ollie... sorry..." you mumbled wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

"Never mind, you may continue," Oliver replied with a smile.

"No, it's not okay, I'm sorry Ollie, I don't know what came over me, I was very rude to you, mate." Apologized Felix was visibly affected, he was also sweating a lot, his brown hair and wet over his face. "Maybe you should go..."

Oliver lowered his blue gaze to the ground and then looked at you. Your heart was beating rapidly inside your chest. You wanted to taste your friend's lips, you had had that idea in your head ever since you met him.

"Or should I stay?... I really don't mind staying." Oliver insisted.

"Yes, stay." You said crawling around in your little sporty skirt, giving Felix a glimpse of your beautiful round ass.

He couldn't stand it, his crotch ached, and he needed to release his fucking hard-on.

You looked at Oliver and felt his yeasty breath on your lips, you pressed your nose to his and he was the one who grabbed the back of your neck and kissed you. You felt his wet tongue inside your mouth.

Felix was about to freak out, at any other time it would have made him furious, but right now seeing Oliver kiss you like that was fucking hot. He crawled over to the two of you and kissed you. Oliver pulled away from you and kissed Felix.

You saw your boyfriend and your friend kissing, almost eating each other, there was a lot of salivae, it was a desperate kiss.

You lifted your skirt, spread your legs, and took off your panties, they were soaked with your excitement and sweat, you had never felt like this in your life, you had no shame or modesty you simply wanted the pleasure so you started to touch yourself, that's when Oliver stopped kissing Felix and looked at you with a smile.

As if you were a naughty little girl.

"Oh no, you can't do that honey," Oliver mumbled shaking his index finger. "Isn't that right Felix?"

The boy was so disoriented, it was becoming more and more obvious that that reaction was unnatural, he looked like an animal so desperate to fuck, like a primal, carnal instinct.

Felix crawled over to you and grabbed your wrists, putting your hands on the sides of your head, you tried to free yourself, kicking desperately.

Oliver was the one who grabbed your ankles firmly preventing you from kicking.

"Ssh, relax, relax, I'll give you what you want." Oliver cooed to you with a huge smile, which made you shiver.

He pulled your legs apart roughly and stuck his head between your legs, you felt his hot breath on your sensitive skin.

You squirmed as he sucked on your clit and his tongue darted from bottom to top tasting all of you, you tasted salty from the sweat, he put your legs over his shoulders and the wet sounds of his spit made both you and Felix even more aroused, Felix took your wrists with one hand and unbuckled his belt.

He released his hard member, the tip was dripping precum, he placed his hardness on your cheek and slid it between your tender lips, you sucked the tip of his long thick cock as you had done so many times before.

 Felix pushed your hair away from your face and began to move his hips back and forth, fucking your mouth, he pushed his cock in, and you began to choke and he pulled his cock out to let you breathe.

The corners of your lips were leaking saliva and Oliver was still very concentrated on eating your pussy making you come in his mouth, you let out a stream of excitement that stained his chin, he managed to take some and laughed.

You were still shaking a little, trying to recover from the shock of your orgasm.

Felix reached over and gave Oliver's chin a lick to taste you, Oliver grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him, then he slid his hand down Oliver's torso to his perfect abs and reached his hard member, Felix stopped him.

"Ollie... What are you doing?" stammered Felix.

"Easy, our girl likes it, don't you sweetie?" asked Oliver looking at you with a huge grin without stopping pumping Felix's member, you were so stunned, but nodded.

You really liked watching them touching each other the way they were touching each other.

Felix looked at you and hesitated a little, but he let Oliver lean into him and felt Oliver's juicy lips, he was different from you, he was much wilder, more disastrous, taking his member in, deep-throating it without hesitation.

He sucked him masterfully with determination, Felix began to gasp and moan as he watched you, you moved closer to him and kissed him, tasting yourself on him and watching as your friend gave your boyfriend a blowjob.

Oliver's blue eyes looked at you, he seemed to dare you to go to hell with him and take some of his king's sweet seed, you were willing to do it, but Felix grabbed your chin and kissed you to look away.

It was almost as if he was telling you, stay with me and let our pet finish his job, Felix moaned against your lips as he cummed, Oliver swallowed all his blessed cum and then came up to you and spit in your mouth and then kissed you.

It was strange to taste your boyfriend on your friend's lips.

Felix grabbed your arm pulling you away from Oliver to kiss you, you two devoured each other and Oliver watched completely ecstatic releasing his swollen and aching member.

When you and Felix saw him jerking off you both laughed at him.

"What?" laughed Oliver helplessly.

"Those aren't the rules here." You said crawling over to him pushing him down to lie on the floor and straddling him.

Oliver let out a small gasp as he felt your velvety wet walls squeezing his hardness.

He moved his hips upholding you by the hips, having the power even though you were riding him, your moans were loud, he pulled your hair to kiss you, his blue eyes were bright and devilish, he increased the thrusts, and you trembled every time you felt his balls against your wet and sensitive skin.

You cum arching your back, he held you back with his legs so you wouldn't fall and you milked every last drop of his cum from your tight pussy.

When you two finished, you were smiling and so was he, the only one who wasn't smiling was Felix.

"I think... I think we should rest..." suggested Felix with his head spinning.

You looked at Felix, he was so irritated that you nodded, and stood up with your legs shaking and Oliver's semen spilling between your legs.

Oliver stood up a little dizzy too, Felix took a couple of tissues and wiped the white traces off your crotch, threw the tissues in the trash can, and then put on your panties, lent you a sleep shirt that fit you like a dress and lent Oliver something to sleep in too.

The three of you slept cuddled up in Felix's bed, which wasn't very big, but Oliver didn't mind sleeping in the middle with your breath on his neck and your panties lightly wet against his thigh, you hugged him like he was your teddy bear and Felix just let you do it because it made you feel happy, even though he wasn't entirely happy.

Neither of you two knew that you had let a vile vampire into your relationship and that he would drink you empty.

Oliver closed his eyes with a huge smile, he would sleep like a baby, he was in bed with the king and queen, you thought he was a teddy bear, a mere pet.

He was the fucking dark king, and he would take it all from you.

@beebeetheclown

EXPERIENCE (m.)

könig x inexperienced!reader

tags: age gap, acquaintances to lovers, afab!reader but gn

cw: loss of virginity, cunnilingus, fingering, hand riding (hear me out), pussyjob, talking u thru it, praise, pet names (liebling, little one), size kink/difference, handjob, reassurance/encouragement kink, wet&messy, konig is uncut hehe, squirting

note: konig is in his 40s and reader is in their 20s!

;in which you live in the same building as a really hot, older, military man

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When you met König, you never expected the harmless interactions to ever evolve into anything substantial. He lived somewhere in the same apartment building as you did, though you didn’t know where exactly. Most times, you would find him in the elevator or cross paths with him in the lobby. 

You knew he was in the military, most of the people living in the building were. It was close to the nearby base and had rent for a damn good price. The way he carried himself, back straight and body seemingly always at attention gave him away. 

He was massive, standing much taller above you with broad shoulders and thick thighs. A lot of the time he was wearing a hood over his face, mostly when he was coming or going from work – which was seemingly all the time. 

On the few occasions that you caught him without the hood, you could tell it was him solely by his build. There was no one else in the building who looked anything like that. 

He was handsome, in a rugged, tired kind of way. He was a lot older than you were expecting him to be – probably in his early to mid forties, you guessed. He had salt and pepper hair, fine lines etched onto his face, and stern eyes from (no doubt) many years in the military. 

You had never properly spoken to him before. Hell, you didn’t even know his name. You greeted him when you saw him and smiled in passing when you made eye contact. Occasionally, he would respond in an accented voice that you longed to ask about. 

The event that changed everything was a fun little night out you had with your friends. You had maybe had a bit too much to drink before finally conceding at your friends’ behest to call yourself an Uber. 

By the time you reach your apartment building, you’re still very buzzed and starting to feel a little nauseous. You stumble to the elevator and impatiently slam your thumb on the button over and over again, losing count as you do. 

“It’s not going to come any faster,” an accented voice drones next to you, nearly making you jump out of your skin. 

“You scared the shit out of me,” you wheeze, hand over your racing heart.

“You should be more aware of your surroundings then,” he says, “Especially when you are intoxicated.”

You huff through your nose, growing annoyed at the prospect of being lectured. The elevator grants mercy and dings before slowly opening. There's a rowdy group of men inside who quickly walk out of the elevator, seedy eyes immediately finding their way to you, scanning your body up and down as they pass by. 

You feel that nauseous pit in your stomach twist as you finally step onto the elevator. Nothing to ruin your jovial mood from a nice evening more than a group of leering men. Living in an apartment building filled with soldiers, it wasn’t unusual to have them stare at you – didn’t mean you liked it. 

You cross your arms over your chest as König steps on, the elevator creaking and groaning under his immense weight. 

“What floor?” he asks softly, glancing at you over his shoulder as he stands in front of the button panel.

“3,” you mumble, leaning against the back wall. You watch him punch in the 3 but not anything else, making you raise a brow, “You live on 3 too?”

He shakes his head but doesn’t say another word. You narrow your eyes at his back, if he feels you looking, he doesn’t give it away. The elevator is plunged into silence aside from the quiet sound of the shaft moving up and up until it dings and the doors slide open. 

He steps out first, standing in the threshold to keep the door from closing as you push yourself off the wall. Your head swims for a second and you stumble past him, keenly aware of his eyes on you. 

You wander down the hallway, glancing over your shoulder to see him slowly stalking behind you. His arms hand limply by his sides, his fists clenched into fists but he remains a respectable distance. 

“Why are you following me?” you ask, unable to hide the nervousness in your tone, “You said you don’t live on this floor.”

“Young recruits are tools,” he supplies simply, “I am making sure you make it to your door without any problems.”

That causes you to hum and for a little flutter in your stomach to manifest. You brush it off and pause at your door, pulling your keys out so unlock it. You push it open and step in, letting it hit your back to keep it from closing as you turn to look at your companion.

“Thank you…um…” you clear your throat and look at him expectantly. 

“König,” he supplies simply, arms tucked behind his back, making him look even wider. 

“König…” you repeat, feeling the words on your tongue, “Interesting name. Where are you from?”

“Austria,” he replies almost mechanically, “I will be going now.”

You don’t get to say another word before he’s stalking away and down the hallway, heavy footfalls practically rumbling the ground beneath him. You slowly close your door and lean against it, hand placed over your racing heart – when did that start up? 

You blame it on your inexperience when it comes to men. You’d had a couple boyfriends, pretty standard for someone in their 20s. Your problem was none of them were ever good enough. The over-zealous types who wanted their dicks sucked as gratitude for paying for dinner. Then would turn around and either give you the most lackluster head of your life, barely any foreplay before trying to shove his dick into an unprepared hole. 

You had never given them the chance, once they showed they were only interested in their own pleasure and would more than likely not even think about touching your clit or angling for your g-spot, you stopped them and kicked them out. More often than not, you woke up to a break-up text because of course you did. 

So that was how you were still a virgin and more or less, at this point, given up on dating. You’d been single now for the better part of 6 months and had no intentions of giving any men your own age a shot at it. 

But…you hadn’t considered an older man. Like König. 

At that thought, you pushed yourself off the door and kicked your shoes off, intent on taking a shower to hopefully wash these drunken thoughts out of your head. So he’d been nice and walked you to your door, no questions asked, so what? Didn’t make him any different from men your age. 

As you made it to the bathroom, you felt your stomach finally churn for the final time and found your head buried in the toilet. You cursed yourself for not listening to your friends, who apparently knew your own limits better than you did. 

The next time you see König is just a few days later. You walk into the apartment’s gym on the ground floor, and there he is – sitting lifting weights. You pause when you see him, feeling that traitorous flutter in your chest you were sure you puked out that night you had learned his name. 

You watch the way his biceps flex, bulging so large you’re sure not even two of your hands could wrap around the girth of it. There were some scars littering his skin, most of them white and raised from age but a few that still had that new tissue pink color. You also noticed some fading tattoos encircling his forearms. Fuck, he was hot. 

You hung your head and scampered over to the treadmill, intent on getting your cardio up. 

As you run, you notice a group waltz in, laughing and shoving each other. You glance over at them, rolling your eyes when some of them make eye contact and nudge their buddies. They lean in close and whisper to each other with shit eating grins on their faces and you find frustration building up so you try to ignore them. 

“Quiet,” you hear an accented voice snap, full of authority, “You are disturbing everyone.”

The rowdy young men quiet down immediately and clear their throats, “S-Sorry, Colonel,” one of them utters.

‘Colonel? Is that high ranking?’ you find yourself wondering, making a mental note to look that up later. 

Either way, König manages to make the gym peaceful once again and you finish your workout with no other hitches. 

You grab your towel and dab at the sweat on your face and neck as you swiftly make your way out of the gym, completely unaware of the shadow following closely behind. 

You slow to a stop at the elevator, punching the button to call it as you sip on your water bottle, mindlessly going over what else you need to do with your day. The shadow behind you remains stagnant, still and silent as it lurks behind your unsuspecting form as the elevator opens and you step on. 

He follows, hefty weight causing the elevator to groan as usual. That gets your attention and you jump, placing a delicate hand over your racing heart just like you had before, eyes wide in shock at his appearance.

“You’re doing it on purpose now!” you whine at him and he has to fight back a smile at it. 

“I told you that you needed to pay more attention to your surroundings,” he replies smoothly, pressing the 3 button for you before pressing 5 for himself. 

“How is a guy as big as you able to be so quiet?” you ask softly, making note of the floor he lives on. 

“Years of training,” he gives a quick response that you hum at. There is a beat of silence before he finds himself speaking again, “You never gave me your name.”

He sees the way you look at him in surprise and he almost wishes he could rip the words from the air as soon as he says them. He doesn’t want you to get the wrong idea that he actually wants to get to know you. 

But you smile softly and give him your name with a kind nod of your head before the elevator grants him mercy and dings at the arrival on your floor.

“See you around, König,” you say as you step off. 

He doesn’t respond. 

Once back in the safety of your apartment, you find yourself going through the entire interaction in your head over and over again. Your heart races as you think back on him. 

It's as you’re making dinner for yourself that you finally have the coherent thought of revelation that you may have a crush on König. 

The revelation is almost enough to have you groaning out of frustration into the quiet sanctity of your apartment but you manage to refrain. But you can’t deny you don’t quite know what to do about it now. You had sworn off of men but…that was men your own age. König was…older than you, surely at least 15 years your senior, possibly more. You figure it couldn’t hurt to ask him out for some coffee one of these days. 

Except, the next time you see König is almost 2 weeks later. You don’t see hide nor hair of him at all. It definitely puts a damper on your confidence and you almost think your crush was just a fleeting little thing and for that you’re grateful for. 

Until the elevator opens one day and there he is. He’s wearing his hood but his eyes look even more exhausted than usual – beyond the general tiredness that comes with age. You carefully step on, joining him in the downward descent to the lobby. It’s just the two of you and feel that fluttering in your chest start up again and your hands begin to sweat. You scour your brain for something to say — anything to start up a conversation after so long of not seeing him.

“Haven’t seen you around,” you mutter softly. He hums softly in acknowledgement but doesn’t supply much of a response beyond that, “Where have you been?” you try again.

“Deployed,” he finally responds after several seconds of silence. 

You can’t find any way to respond or keep the conversation going but it’s sure that he has no intentions of doing so anyway. Still, it surprised you that he had been deployed, you hadn’t considered that. It made sense now that you thought about it. 

The elevator opened and you both stepped out. He walked much faster than you, beelining out of the apartment and you briefly considered letting him go but another part of you wanted to stop him and ask him out. 

You cursed to yourself and jogged forward, calling his name. He stopped in his tracks at the sound of you calling for him. He looks down at you over his nose, a burning gaze that makes your nervousness spike. Perhaps it wasn’t such a good time after all. 

“What?” he snaps, clearly impatient.

“Oh um…” you clear your throat and slow to a stop, “N-Nevermind…”

He huffs through his nose and resumes storming out of the apartment. You find yourself sighing deeply, following his lead. When you get outside, he’s nowhere to be seen and you once again find yourself wondering how a man of his size is so good at not being seen. 

A few nights later, the weekend rolls around and you find yourself standing in that damned elevator with him once again. He’s maskless and it gives you pause before stepping on. 

It’s silent for a few seconds before he says, “I am sorry for the other day.”

You look up at him with wide eyes, “Um…what do you mean?”

“I was not polite towards you,” he answers, casting a soft gaze towards you that makes your heart flutter, “I took my bad mood out on you and I should not have. So…I am sorry.”

“Oh…” you clear your throat and give him a smile, “it’s alright, König. I shouldn’t have bothered you with something silly.”

He frowns at you, “Something silly?”

“It’s nothing,” you assure him, smiling kindly at him. 

He wants to ask you what you mean but the elevator door opens and you step out, making him realize that you reached your floor. You wave your goodbye to him as the doors close and he lets his head fall back with a sigh once he’s alone.

Yet another bad day weighed heavily on his shoulders when you came waltzing into the elevator, bright eyed and happy. His fists were clenched behind his back and he did his best to avoid looking at you, hoping you would take the hint and not speak to him like you usually did. It hadn’t been but a day since he had apologized to you for making an ass of himself in the lobby and he didn’t want to do the same thing so soon after. 

But then you say something that sends it all crumbling down.

“Hey…” you start, fidgeting your fingers in front of you, “Would you like to get coffee sometime? Maybe lunch?”

You ask it so sweetly and softly. For some reason, that grates on his nerves even more than anything.

“What?” he snaps, cold and sharp in a way that makes you visibly freeze. 

You look up at him like a deer caught in the headlights, “Um…w-well, I just…it’s…I would like to…”

Your nervous babbling only serves to piss him off even more as his glare narrows down on you, making you shrink in on yourself where you stand. Suddenly, the elevator feels much smaller than it had ever before – even with him filling most of the space as usual. 

“You want to go out with me?” he spits, his accent growing stronger with every venomous word that he can’t seem to stop from spilling from his lips, “I am twice your age, what the hell makes you think I would want to date you?”

You swallow thickly around the lump forming in your throat and bite back the tears that threaten to form. He hears you sniffle and promptly snaps his head to look at you. Under the ugly, yellow light of the elevator he can see the tears trickling down your cheeks and he suddenly wants to slap himself into the next decade. 

He wants to open his mouth so badly and apologize for being so cruel to you. He knows he could have told you no in a much softer way rather than making your feelings seem like something revolting or stupid. But the elevator doors open and you’re slipping out before he even has a chance. He decides not to chase after you. 

It’s for the best, he assures himself. 

It only takes a few days before he’s vehemently regretting not stopping you then and there. 

It happens on a Friday night, the elevators are closing just as a hand jumps between them, sending them opening again. You step on, giggling in a way that tells him you’re just a little inebriated. You freeze when you see him standing there, maskless and cold gaze as he watches you tug a young man into the elevator behind you – clearly a little drunk himself. 

You pointedly stand in front of König, keeping your back to him to show that you’re not even willing to look at him. König feels his heart clench painfully in his chest before it’s replaced by a wash of anger as he watches the young man paw at you. He slips his hand down your back to grope at your ass, making you giggle breathlessly before you’re batting his hands away with a little bat of your lashes. 

König wishes he had an excuse to step off the elevator at the same time as you – anything to prolong his time with you. He’s never felt the desire to cockblock someone more in his whole entire life. 

But he doesn’t move. He just watches you step off without a single glance in his direction before you’re vanishing around the corner and the elevator doors close silently, leaving König alone with his thoughts. 

You couldn’t believe you brought this guy to your apartment. You especially couldn’t believe you were letting him strip you of your clothes and paw at your body like some kind of mindless dog. You had sworn to yourself that you were not going to fall into this trap again – a 20-something year old guy buying you a drink, complimenting you a little, teasing and groping you in the club until you caved and brought him home. It wasn’t your first go around – and it always ended the same way.

But you were drunk and you needed to get your mind off that stupid, giant Austrian military man that lived in your building. And wouldn’t you know it, he was on the elevator as soon as you got in. It was almost enough to sober you up, your wounded pride and feelings still so prevalent even after a few days of nursing the hurt. 

You could only hope that this would relieve you of your hurt feelings. 

Unfortunately, you quickly realized that this was a mistake. 

As soon as he started groping you, spreading your legs and trying to stuff his cock inside you without so much as a single finger of prep – you knew this wasn’t going to happen.

You tried to lead him, thinking maybe he was a little too tipsy to actually think about it.

“How about a little prep, hm?” you ask softly.

He pauses what he’s doing and you can practically see the gears turning in his head, “Oh…you’re one of those…”

He says it in disgust and you feel yourself bristle in annoyance, “One of what?”

“You want me to eat you out, right?” he scoffs, rolling his eyes, “That shit’s gross, c’mon just let me stick it in, already.” It was that moment that you felt any minute desire you had to have sex evaporate. 

You don’t even bother walking the guy out, leaving him to limp to the elevator in shame with a hard cock and blue balls.

It takes you a few days to find it in yourself to crawl out of your apartment. The only reason you actually do leave is because you’re in need of food – your little supply of ramen has depleted and you have to bite the bullet. 

After your little shopping trip at the nearby convenience store, you find yourself waiting for the elevator when a dark shadow looms over you. You feel a pit of dread in your stomach as you smell the musky, sweet scent of his cologne. But you don’t dare acknowledge his presence. 

He doesn’t give you long to ignore him, however, before he’s talking to you.

“How was your little date?” he asks, voice dripping in a tone of condescension that immediately puts you on edge. 

“What’s it to you?” you hiss, still not daring to look at him. 

He scoffs, “You went and found yourself a little toy to play with awfully fast. Seems your interest in me wore off quickly, no?”

That gets you to finally turn around, meeting his cold, indifferent gaze with your hot, teary one. You miss the look of surprise that flashes over his face.

“What is your problem?” you snap, “You rejected me, what the hell do you care what I do? And for your information, the date was shit. He was shit, like I should have expected any difference. God, I really am a fucking idiot,” you find yourself rambling, a lamenting spiel that you can’t seem to stop no matter how badly you want to, “Just like every prick before him, he was selfish and revolting. I thought I could finally get fucking laid and just call it a day but no, my stupid standards are too high and I find myself asking out the hot older guy in my building only for him to find me revolting!”

By the time you’re done ranting, the doors open and you storm out of the elevator, angrily gripping your bag of groceries. König is frozen where he stands, watching you leave as the doors slowly close – almost begging him to put his hand between them and stop them so he can chase after you. 

But he doesn’t.

It’s creeping up on midnight when there’s a knock on your apartment door. You’re curled up on the couch, watching some random show that you weren’t really invested in but couldn’t be bothered to change. 

The knock makes you jump, startled, but get up nonetheless. A quick peek in the peephole tells you exactly who it is before you even open it. 

You briefly consider not opening it period but find yourself opening it before you actually settle on a decision. 

König stands in front of you, a bouquet of flowers clutched in his hand, looking comically small. The sight is almost enough to get you to crack a smile. Almost.

But the residual hurt from the last few interactions you’ve had with him is enough to keep you stoic. You raise a brow and you practically see his confidence falter. A pang of guilt goes through you at the sight and you step aside, waving him in with a quiet huff. 

He closes the door behind him softly, kicking his boots off as he watches you wander into the living room. You take a seat on your couch, covering yourself with your throw blanket once again as you watch him wander in, gazing around at your decor before finally settling on you. 

“Um…” He clears his throat nervously and places the flowers on your coffee table, “I think that we should talk…”

“Should we?” you quip back.

He sighs, broad shoulders heaving with the movement before he takes a seat beside you, taking up a hefty amount of space on your small couch. 

“I want to apologize,” he says softly, folding his hands in his lap, “When you asked me out…I-I should not have spoken to you like that.”

You huff, crossing your arms over your chest, “If that’s all this is about, König, then you can go. I-I don’t really want to hear a half-assed apology about the way you rejected me. You’re not interested, let’s just move on from it. I’ll get over it.”

He shakes his head quickly and curses under his breath, a word you don’t understand – German, your brain supplies, helpfully.

“You are wrong,” he says, “I do not want you to get over it because I am interested.”

The gets you to perk up, eyes wide, “What do you mean? You said you–”

“I know what I said,” he mutters, “I am…twice your age…”

“So you mentioned before…” you reply.

“I do not think…you should be with someone old like me,” he continues softly, “You should be with someone your own age. That is what I thought. It is not that I don’t find you attractive; I think you’re sweet and lovely. But it's just…our age difference…”

“König,” you stop him from continuing, “I’m capable of making my own decisions.”

“I understand that but…” he trails off, casting a sideways glance across the room, away from you.

“I’ve tried dating men my own age, König,” you say, “It always ends the same – I send them home blue balled.”

He huffs out a laugh through his nose and finally sets his gaze back on you, “Why do you do that?”

“I don’t plan to…” you begin, running your hand along the soft fabric of your blanket, “it’s just that...I bring them home and then we start getting into it and it fucking sucks!”

“Sucks..?” The question is soft and drawn out. 

“He wants to fuck my throat and won’t even give me his fingers before trying to stick his dick in,” you spit, angrily glaring at the tv as you remember all your shit encounters, “I’ve never even let one of them go all the way.”

“You’re a virgin…?” he asks.

You shrug your shoulders, “I guess. I mean I’ve had shitty oral and stuff but…”

“I see…” he trails off, shifting in his seat, hands still folded in his lap, “Well, I would like to take you out for a date after all.”

You find a smile spreading across your face faster than you can stop it. You jump to your knees and throw your arms around his shoulders with a squeal of happiness, “Really? You mean it?”

He laughs breathlessly, a husky little sound that makes your heart race, “Does this weekend work for you?”

You eagerly nod your head and lean in. You catch the way his eyes widen briefly before your lips meet. You think he’s going to pull away from you but instead he cups the back of your head and deepens the kiss. 

You feel a shiver go through you at the feeling of his big, strong hand holding you there in the kiss. You couldn’t keep yourself from getting wet even if you wanted to. 

With your hands pressed against his firm chest, you toss one leg over his lap and find yourself seated on top of him. He breaks the kiss at that, hands migrating to your waist where he mindlessly strokes his thumb over the skin exposed by the way your shirt rode up.

You lean down and kiss him again and he groans against your mouth. You grind down against him in response to the throb that makes your pussy clench around nothing. You whimper into the kiss when he suddenly stops your movements with a firm grip. 

“We shouldn’t, liebling,” he whispers softly.

“Why not?” you whine, settling in his lips. You briefly realize that you can feel something hard beneath you and that makes you start dripping in your panties, “Don’t you want to?”

“I-I do…” he assures, “I just…want to properly court you…”

He couldn’t get any sweeter if he tried. Still, you quip back with a teasing little smile, “Wow, you are a lot older than me, huh?”

You feel giddy when the sweet look in his eyes melts away into something darker. One hand clasps the back of your head before he pulls you in for a much rougher kiss. You keen as you feel the way he exudes experience – the kiss like nothing you have ever experienced before. 

The way he moves his lips and slips his tongue into your mouth to taste your mouth, it’s not gross or too much the way it sometimes is with men who don’t know what they’re doing.you find yourself moaning into the kiss before you even realize it. 

He pulls away at that, a heady look in his pretty, blue eyes. You find yourself briefly lamenting the loss of his mouth but that thought disappears quickly when he moves to begin peppering kisses along the length of your neck, making sure to nip at your jaw and kiss your shoulder. 

He tugs the hem of your t-shirt down just a bit so he can have access to your collar bones, nipping and kissing there as well. Your head falls back as you surrender yourself to him completely. 

“Oh,” he coos softly, lips brushing against your ear, “You are just so sweet for me, aren’t you, little one?”

You practically whimper at his words as his hands slip under the hem of your shirt, fingertips barely grazing your skin. You squirm in his lap as his touch tickles you on his way up to your breasts, skirting over your ribs before fully cupping them in his roughened palms. 

You sigh into the quiet room, arching your back to press deeper into his hands. His thumbs graze over your nipples and you moan. 

Sure, you’ve had guys grope your tits before but it had never felt like this. The mindless squishing and squeezing was replaced with soft cupping and gentle brushes over your nipples until they hardened followed by pinches and flicks that left you absolutely dripping in your panties.

He takes mercy on you quickly, one hand sliding down your body to slide under your sweatpants and beneath your panties. Your hands grip his shoulders, blunt nails biting into them when one broad finger slides down, the sticky noise of your folds separating enough to send heat rushing to your cheeks.

“You’re so wet,” he whispers in a tone so soft you almost think it wasn’t meant for you, but then he tacks on, “Do you hear it?” 

“Y-Yeah,” you whimper, embarrassment flooding through you at the sticky, clicking noises that come along with his prodding, “N-Never been this wet before, König…”

That causes him to pause, blue eyes gazing at you through his eyelashes, “Is that so..?” You desperately nod your head, slowly beginning to rock your hips against his hand, but he doesn’t move again and you whine, “Has anyone ever made you cum on their fingers?”

“J-Just me,” you answer breathlessly without a second thought. 

He hums thoughtfully and after a second, he begins moving his hand again. This time he introduces more fingers, spreading your folds apart with his index and ring so he can pet your hardened clit with his middle. The feeling makes tremors run through your body and he huffs a laugh, “I guess I will show you what it feels like then, yeah?”

He doesn’t give you a moment to think let alone answer before his middle finger is sliding into you. The one digit alone is enough to stretch you, given how massive he is in whole. He crooks his finger forward and a moan rips from your chest when he hits that gooey little spot inside you. 

“A-Another, please, König!” you beg shamelessly.

“Shh,” he hushes, shaking his head, “Let me work you open on this and then you can have more.”

You practically wail in despair, letting your forehead drop forward onto his shoulder. You suddenly wish you had rid yourself of your clothes so you could see the way his hand worked against you. All you could see now was the faint movement under your pants but the mental image of that thick finger inside you, slick with your juices was enough to have you clenching desperately around him. 

After a moment, he adds a second finger and you feel like you’re in heaven. The stretch is phenomenal and his palm bumps against your clit every time he sinks them into the last knuckle. 

However, before he can set a rhythm to really start getting you off, he stops. You angrily lean back and glare at him – the sight has his lips quirking up.

“Ride my fingers,” he orders you, leaving no room for arguing.

You can tell he’s not going to give you anything unless you take it for yourself so you sit up higher on your knees so you can have the clearance to move. Your hands remain on his shoulders, clinging to him for stability as you clumsily begin to rock your hips. The only time you’ve ever done these movements is when you tried humping your pillow once after seeing it in some porn. It didn’t really do much for you so you never tried again. 

König can tell your movements are clumsy and it makes his cock throb against his thigh. He helps you along, crooking his fingers just right to grind the tips against that sweet little spot inside you. It makes you moan beautifully and he files the noise away. 

His other hand comes up to grip your hip, steadying you as you continue to hump his fingers. You’re growing more and more frustrated as you quickly realize that you’re not able to make it feel as good as he had earlier. The tearful little gaze you give him has him breaking, using the hand on your hip guiding you into more seamless movements. 

“Like this, liebling,” he directs softly, “Grind down like that, mhm, give that little clit some love, yeah?”

You become increasingly breathless as you work yourself higher and higher under his expert guidance. He can feel your juices dripping down his wrist, the snug hold around his fingers growing even tighter with every little rut of your hips. 

“You’re so precious,” he coos, feeling the way you clench up at the sound of his voice. Your body is so honest, telling him what you like without you having to say anything, “You’re going to cum, I can feel it. Be good and give it to me, yeah?”

You surge forward and desperately kiss him, one hand reaching down and gripping his wrist. It takes only a few more, desperate thrusts of your hips for you to topple over that edge. Your body trembles on his lap and you cry out in pleasure. 

He moans alongside you, watching with rapt attention as you cum all over his fingers just like he told you to.

You slump against him as you come down and he pulls his hands out of your pants. He presses a kiss against your temple in silent praise, hands rubbing your back to soothe you through the aftershocks that run through your body.

You lean back and meet his gaze, an opportunity he takes to slip his cum-soaked fingers into his mouth. At that, you surge forward and kiss him, running your hands down his body to pull at the button of his jeans. He grunts into your mouth, brows furrowing at the release of pressure when you tug the zipper down.

You’re absolutely speechless when you finally pull his cock free. He watches in poorly concealed pride as you gawk at the length in your hand. You give him a slow and tedious tug, watching the foreskin roll over his head, forcing a bead of precum from the tip. 

“You’re so…big,” you whisper breathlessly.

“I know,” he grunts, unable to hide the ebbs of pleasure you give him as you play with his cock.

“Cocky,” you tease softly, continuing with your soft touches. 

“N-Not cocky,” he whispers, licking his suddenly dry hips, “Just aware of my size.”

You drop your eyes back down to his cock, hot and heavy in your hand. Your fingers don't even touch each other when wrapped around him. Precum drips from the tip, leaking down the side to meet your palm and aid in the movements. 

He leans his head back against the couch, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows. It wasn’t often that he got to indulge in someone else’s hand. Your palm was so soft, much softer than his own, and delicate in your inexperience. 

He reaches down with one his hands, wrapping around yours to make you squeeze tighter, “Just like that, little one, that’s how I like it.”

You could have drooled as he said it. His hand dwarfed yours and the sight made you clench around nothing, more slick leaking into your already ruined panties. 

“Let me see you, liebling,” he whispers breathlessly, fingers hooking on the hem of your top.

You release his cock to lift your arms, letting him tug the fabric over your head. His hands are on your tits immediately, mouthing at your nipples without wasting a second.

“So pretty,” he coos with his mouth full, rolling his tongue over your nipple before nipping the bud with his lips.

He switches to the other one, wrapping his mouth around it, sucking sharply before pulling back, taking your nipple with him before releasing it with a pop. You watch with lidded eyes as he drools all over your tits. His cock flexes and twitches against your thigh as he plays with your tits.

Suddenly, with a firm grip on your waist, your whole world flips and you find yourself on your back on the couch with König on top of you. You lick your lips at the sight of his big, broad form hovering above you, caging you in as he leans down to kiss you again.

You sigh contentedly into his mouth, threading your fingers through his short, messy hair, using the grip to pin him against you. He lets you kiss him to your heart's content, only pulling back when you need air – a string of spit connecting your lips that breaks when he leans back between your thighs. 

His fingers took into the band of your pants, tugging them down, taking your panties with them until you’re completely bared before him. He’s still completely clothed aside from his cock that rests against his abdomen, occasionally twitching as his eyes rake over your nude body.

“Tell me, liebling,” he says, strong hands running up the length of your thighs, “Has anyone ever eaten you out?”

You clumsily nod your head.

“Was it good?” he asks, biting back a smile when you shake your head.

“Guys always think it’s gross or something…” you whisper softly.

He hums softly, “That is because you’ve been messing with stupid little boys.”

“You gonna eat me out, König?” you ask him, biting your lip in a poorly concealed excited grin.

“Would you like me to?” as he asks, he slowly spreads your legs open. The position causes your folds to spread apart, opening you up for his greedy eyes.

You feel your breathing speed up as he kisses down your body, starting with your lips and ending right above your clit. You feel the little bud twitch in anticipation as he tongues the skin above it, giving you a sneak peek on what is so close to it. 

“Tell me,” he says.

You whine, “Y-Yes, I want you to eat me out, König!”

He chuckles softly but doesn’t bother teasing you anymore. He meets your gaze and moves his tongue lower finally, sliding the flat of the muscle of your clit. You gasp and toss your head back into the cushions, eyes rolling back as he noisily slurps at your cunt. 

“O-Oh god!” you wail, hiccuping out noises of pleasure that you can’t seem to quiet.

König is in heaven. It’s not every day that he gets the opportunity to eat such a pretty, inexperienced little cunt. Your reactions to everything are so strong and loud. Your pussy is loud too, squelching in the room, making an intoxicating melody with your moans. He moans against you, swallowing down everything your messy little pussy drools out for him.

“Th-That feels so good, König!” you sob, kicking your feet mindlessly against his back as he captures your clit in his mouth, suckling at the bud, “You’re so good, so good, oh god!”

Never in a million years did you think being eaten out could feel this good. The mindlessly, halfhearted licks and kisses you had received in the past did nothing to prepare you for what it felt like to really have a man’s tongue on you. 

He pulls away suddenly, giving you a moment to actually breathe, “You taste so sweet, liebling.”

“König…” you whimper, looking up at him with lidded eyes, “Please, please don’t stop.”

You tug at his hair and attempt to pull his mouth back down on your pussy. You don’t care how pathetic and desperate it is, he has given you a taste of pleasure you’d never experienced before.

He has the audacity to laugh at you, brushing your hands away so he can sit up straight again. He scoots closer and you realize then that he is not planning to continue and it practically draws a sob out of you. 

“We can focus on that another time, liebling,” he promises, making you clench around nothing, more slick dribbling out for him to see, “You are so messy, you know that? Never had someone make such a mess all over me before. You must really enjoy being eaten out, huh?”

You feel your face burn hot with shame at his words, shyly hiding your face away. He smiles softly at that, “Nothing to be ashamed of, liebling…I love it, I do.”

“Really?” you quiver out the question and he nods his head.

“Yes, little one,” he coos, “I’m glad that I can make it feel good for you.”

You practically feel hearts in your eyes as he says that. You don’t think you’ve ever had a man tell you that he actually cared and enjoyed your pleasure. That was the final nail in the coffin for you – you really should have been going after older men all this time.

He disrupts your thoughts by suddenly stripping his shirt off. Your mouth goes completely dry at the sight of his bared skin – firm muscle, hair speckled all over his torso, and numerous scars from untold stories of his time in the military. You take note of the faded tattoos that become visible on his pecs and biceps; you’d always noticed the tattoos on his arms but you’d never really been given the opportunity to look. 

“You’re so handsome,” you whisper.

He pauses while ridding himself of his jeans and smiles, “Thank you, little one.”

When he’s completely bare to you, you slowly rake your eyes down the entirety of his newly exposed body. His cock hangs heavy under its own weight, glimmering at the tip with his precum. You’d never been with a guy who was uncut but the sight made you drool. 

“Now, liebling,” he says suddenly, getting your attention. He scoots closer, spreading your legs as wide as he can before laying the hefty weight of his cock against your cunt. It’s hot and throbbing and your entire body trembles at the sight, “You have to understand something.”

“What..?” you ask, breathless and unable to look away from his cock. 

“I am not like those little boys you were running around with,” he explains, hips slowly beginning to rut against you, length parting your folds and rubbing over your clit, drawing a sweet little moan from you, “I don’t stick my cock in a tight little cunt and blow my load, do you know what I’m saying?”

You shake your head, too lost in the sight and feeling of him practically fucking the outside of your pussy. He doesn’t stop the mind-numbing rolls of his hips, letting you get lost in the feeling of him stroking over your clit, saturating him in your cum. 

“That means,” he sighs, reaching up to grip your throat, forcing you to look at him as he leaned over your body, sandwiching his cock between the two of you, “I don’t cum easily, liebling. I am a grown man, I will fuck you until you cannot cum anymore. Are you prepared for that?”

The fact this man was so confident in his abilities in bed has you clenching around nothing again. You were sure the guys you almost slept with would never have been able to have the pure confidence that came from König. He knew what he was doing – he knew how to make you cum and he was going to use that experience well. You knew his age played a factor in how long it would take him to cum and you couldn’t wait to experience it.

“I want it so bad, König,” you beg softly, “Please?”

“Very good,” he praised, “You’re so good for me.”

He finally gripped the base of his cock and you watched excitedly as he pressed the tip against your entrance. You reached down and wrapped your arms around your knees, pulling them back for him so he could comfortably begin pressing into you.

The stretch is beyond anything you’d ever felt before. You knew his cock was big but watching the bulbous tip press against you and slowly spread you wide open was something else entirely. It burned in a way that had you wincing, furrowed brows making your face pinch up, making König pause. 

“It’s okay, little one,” he whispers, bringing a big thumb up to roll over your hard little clit, “Just relax for me, don’t clench up or it will hurt more.”

“I-It’s so big, König!” you wail helplessly, tearily staring up at him as he methodically works you open on his cock.

“I know,” he assures, still stroking your clit with the pad of his thumb, “But you can take it.”

You tearfully nod your head and do your best to relax your body, letting yourself sink into the couch. 

“Good, liebling, very good,” he coos, “Just let me in, nice and slow. Doesn’t it feel nice? The little burn of being stretched open but the pleasure of having this pretty little clit played with? Just lay back and enjoy it, little one.”

He’s right, of course. The burn aches, yes, but the pain and pleasure mixes the more he rubs your clit. You clench around him, an involuntary reaction that causes the head of his cock to finally pop in. Your eyes widen as you watch your cunt swallow it and with a perfectly timed tap against your clit, your back arches and you’re cumming.

“O-Oh König!” you squeal, eyes rolling back into your head as you cum around the head of his cock and nothing else.

“Oh, that’s good,” he grins, “That’s perfect, little one.”

As you come down with a tremble in your thighs, you finally fix your gaze on him once again.His eyes are lidded and pupils are blown so wide you can’t even tell they’re blue anymore. 

“That looked like a good one,” he comments almost flippantly before he rolls his hips forward, “Now you’re nice and ready for me.”

You choke on a gasp as he rolls his hips forward, fitting half of his cock inside your still spasming cunt. Your cum coats him in a slick sheen that aides in allowing him to pull back and slide back in, settling on fucking you on half his cock.

Your mouth falls open and you watch as a thick, milky ring forms around that fat middle part of his shaft, “M-More, König! Please!”

He knows you want all of him, want to know what it’s like to feel all of him stuffed deep inside you. But he knows you’re not quite ready for that yet, fucked out of your head from the intense orgasm he had just given you with ease.

“Not yet, liebling,” he coos, keeping his pace slow and steady, “Let’s work you open a little bit more, yeah?”

“No,” you whine, “Please, I want it all, König.”

“Aww, I know you do, little one,” he pants, already feeling dizzy from spearing you on his cock, “But I know what’s good for you, just listen to me and be good, okay?”

“Okay…” you pitifully whimper, sinking back into the couch. 

You abandon your hold on your legs, letting them rest around his hips limply now. He continues moving like that, inching deeper and deeper into you with every thrust. Your cunt makes embarrassingly loud squishing noises the move he works his hips against you. 

Before you know it, you’re watching with wide eyes and an open mouth as his pelvis presses against yours. Your eyes roll back in your head and your toes curl in pure pleasure as you finally experience the entirety of everything König has to offer. 

You’re speared wide open and the head knocks against your cervix painfully but the little bit of pain only makes the pleasure that much sweeter. 

“There we go, little one,” he coos sweetly, “I’m so proud of you, took all of my cock so well.”

He’s so big that he presses against every sweet little spot inside you without even trying. But, oh, his experience is crystal clear in the way he moves. He may be naturally gifted with a nice, fat cock but he knew how to use it.

Seamless, rhythmic thrusts had your brain going fuzzy before you even knew what was happening. You wouldn’t have been able to be quiet even if you wanted to. You knew you would be absolutely horrified to face your neighbors later because it would be impossible for them to not know you got fucked real good. 

Suddenly, König leaned over you, resting one forearm above your head to hold his weight off of you. The position caused his pelvis against your clit every time he sunk balls deep. Sticky strings of your cum stuck to his skin but he didn’t seem to even notice how wet you were.

But, oh, he did. He was absolutely obsessed with the way you creamed and gushed around him. A nice, pliant little pussy that was more than eager to swallow every inch of his cock.

The change in position had you grappling onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you wailed into his shoulder. Every mind-numbing snap of his hips hit that gooey, tender spot inside you that had your entire body twitching from the pleasurable stimulation. Your nails bit into his back and he briefly thought about the prospect of his recruits seeing them. 

“Are you going to cum for me?” he whispered in your ear, pressing a sweet kiss underneath your ear.

You nod your head, “Y-Yes! You’re gonna make me c-cum again, König!”

He chuckles under his breath, “I know I am, little one. I’m going to make you squirt.”

“C-Can’t,” you heave, twitchy legs kicking against his back.

“Yes, you can,” he assures, leaning away to sit up once again, “I can make you squirt, trust me.”

The whine you emit pitches into a squeal when he presses his palm against your lower stomach. You reached down in a panic to grab his wrist, not used to the strange feeling of him pressing down while he fucks you. 

“W-Wait!” you wail.

“Wait for what?” he asks, but doesn’t slow even a bit in his movements.

“F-Feels weird!” you gasp, hiccuping as you squeeze his wrist. 

“I know,” he grunts, brows furrowing at the feeling of you clenching around him, “It’s supposed to. Just lay back and let it happen, liebling. I’ve got you.”

Your whole body trembles and your jaw drops as you meet his gaze, a look of wonder crossing your face as you feel an orgasm like you’ve never felt before crash over your body. It’s long, drawn out and almost painful from how good it feels. You squeeze tight around him, your clit twitching and pulsing, completely untouched as he makes you squirt. It splashes against his abdomen and drips down his thighs. 

“There we go,” he laughs, a sound that sends a flush of embarrassment to your face, “See? I told you you could do it.”

“König…” you slur, feeling as if you’ve been fucked completely braindead.

It finally dawned on you that you would never, ever be fucked by anyone as good as König has fucked you. The first cock you’ve ever been stuffed full of and he made you squirt with terrifying ease. You were completely ruined, no dick would ever be able to compare to his. 

He sees the way your gaze turns completely enamored, looking at him like he hung the moon and stars. He grins, sharp canines poking out as he leans down again, kissing your temple.

“What is it, baby?” he coos, “Dick so good it’s got you in love?”

You keen at the pure condescension that drips from his voice. But he’s not wrong, you can practically feel the hearts in your eyes as you gaze up at him.

You have no idea how long you’ve been pinned beneath him, speared open on his cock while he fucks you absolutely stupid. You notice the change in him quite suddenly. His deep, concentrated thrust changed into something less calculated, messy almost. He loses his rhythm and falters in his pace.

“I’m going to cum, liebling,” he grunts, tone pitchy and gruff, “Where do you want it?”

“Inside!” you immediately cry, not missing a beat. He sees your eyes light up at the prospect of being filled up completely by his cum. You’re so sure it’s going to be a lot, you want to feel it drip out of you as a reminder that he had claimed you.

“Is it safe?” he huffs, but you can feel his cock twitch inside you at the idea of cumming inside you.

You desperately nod your head and he allows himself to fall over that edge. He teeters on his knees before collapsing with his hands on either side of your head. He no longer tries to thrust, settling for desperate, deep grinds that stirs his cock within your walls. Your eyes roll back in your head at the feeling, another orgasm washing over you before you even realize you’re that close.

“Oh, fuck,” König gasps, voice breaking as your orgasm sends him over the edge.

You’re panting and whimpering, trembling as you feel the heat of his load filling you up. His cock twitches with every spurt of cum. It’s the best orgasm he’s had in a long time, his balls throbbing with every pump of cum his cock spits out. 

It oozes from around the tight seal you have around him, dripping onto the couch. He’s trembling by the time the intense orgasm comes to an end. He opened his eyes, not even realizing he had closed them, to see you sleepily staring up at him with a dazed smile on your lips.

“Mein Gott…” he huffs out, lowering his body to press his lips against yours sweetly, “That was incredible, liebling.”

You beam under his praise and wrap your arms around his neck, “It was, wasn’t it?”

He chuckles and strokes his thumb against your cheek, “Let’s get cleaned up, yeah?”

“Sounds good,” you agree.

The care he gives you afterwards is like nothing you’ve ever experienced. He wipes your body down gently, careful not to rub your skin too hard. He stands with you in the shower, towering over you as he lathers your exhausted body with soap. 

“Can we do that again sometime?” You ask softly when he crawls into bed beside you – which you were shocked about, but didn’t complain.

He raises a brow and chuckles, “Yes, liebling. But not right now, I could not go another round so soon.”

You giggle and snuggle into his broad chest, practically preening when he wraps you up snug against him. You sigh softly and speak up again, “Can we…still go on that date..?”

He’s quiet for a moment before you feel a kiss on the top of your head, “Of course, liebling. I would love to.”

You smile to yourself and close your eyes, content to fall asleep wrapped up in his arms. The last thing you feel before you succumb to sleep is another soft kiss against your head. You realize, sleepily, that you’ve never felt more cared for by a man in your life.

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relief.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sub!Smoke x Dom!Reader

Word Count: 8.5k

Warnings: first person POV (no use of y/n), AFAB reader, oral sex (receiving and giving), porn with plot, face sitting, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, love bites, dirty talking, praise, play fighting, mentions of past wounds, after care

A/N: So this is a pretty exciting fic for a few reasons! First, I've been a pretty life long Mortal Kombat fan but have never really been comfortable in my writing to actually do anything. Second, this is my first fully in first person fanfic! I've been writing self inserts for a decade (holy shit) and repeating "you" over and over again has lost it's big appeal. It felt nice actually having more pronouns to use. Third, this is my first cross posted fic on AO3. If you would like to read it there instead here's the link

“Welcome,” my sister, Harumi Shirai, announces to the handful of men bowing in front of us. “I’m honored you’ve called upon us in your time of need. May you find our home to your liking.” The man in yellow stood, fist clasped to his chest. His face was nearly unreadable with the large mask covering half of it. A harsh scar was carved over his right eye. 

“Thank you for your aid Lady Harumi,” his voice was gruff. Kuai Liang had changed considerably since I had seen him last. He was once a young teen, with a chip on his shoulder to be better than his brother Bi-Han. I was too young to truly speak to him. I was much more interested in my dolls than play fighting with the foreign ninjas. But I do remember that he was always polite, letting me babble at him during our dinners, even when Harumi begged me to not “embarrass” her. But what are little sisters for if not disobeying orders? 

I did not, however, recognize the man in gray next to Kuai Liang. Harumi had told me of an orphan that was brought in the former Lin Kuei Grandmaster’s family, Tomas Vrbada. I had never met him. By the time he was brought into the Lin Kuei, the family couldn’t safely travel from their region and our contact dissolved. 

Until now. 

When we received Kuai Liang’s plea for sanctuary, I was against it. The Lin Kuei had become volatile and I wanted no part of it. It was better to let the brothers war. It wasn’t our fight. But ultimately Harumi made the decision. “We can only grow in power with this addition,” she assured me. I trusted my sister completely but I worried childhood nostalgia was clouding her judgment. Seeing how few Lin Kuei made the journey didn’t ease my stress. They could be the greatest ninjas in the world but only fifteen of them would not stop the full might of Bi-Han once he appeared on our shores. 

“What is aid between childhood friends? Our families were once deeply intertwined, I only wish to regrow that.” Harumi bowed and I followed suit, lower than her as a better show of respect. “Now please!” Her voice titled in excitement. “Please follow us, I’m sure you are all hungry after your travels.” The Lin Kuei all shouted their thank you s before standing. I only caught a glance of Tomas, pale skin and gray mask, before turning to follow behind Harumi. I wanted to voice my worries, to get this nauseous anxiety out, but I feared being overheard. Kuai Liang caught up to Harumi and I. He gave a small incline of his head before engaging my sister in conversation. I understood his signal and drifted behind them. 

Clearly, Tomas also knew his position as second in command well because I found myself next to him. We walked in silence for a few moments, passing by our overflowing garden on the way to the dinning hall. “Hello,” Tomas said in a gentle voice. He didn’t offer his name, knowing that I most likely already knew exactly who he was. 

“Hello,” I returned. “I hope your journey was pleasant.” Tomas gave a small chuckle as we rounded a corner, the hall at the end of the path we were on. 

“It was stressful but we are thankful to have somewhere so beautiful to rest. I know Kuai Liang already said it, but we appreciate our new home and the kindness.” I glanced up at him, his blue eyes snagging mine. 

“I will pass your words onto Harumi, Tomas.” 

The door to the hall had been thrown open. Several tables were lined end to end, heavy with bowls of stews, plates of  fish, dishes of rice, and platters of vegetables. There were two cushions at the head of the table. Normally the Grandmaster and their spouse would sit there, as our parents did. But after their deaths, Harumi and I would take the head. Harumi hadn’t had much time to find a husband, despite the pressure from our family. I knew that Kuai Liang would most likely take the cushion next to Harumi so I took the second cushion directly to the left to stay next to my sister. 

Harumi cleared her throat before kneeling next to me. Silence immediately fell, all heads facing her. “If we may have a moment of silence for all the Lin Kuei who could not join us.” The silence was heavy with grief, for those dead and those who were still alive, but lost to Bi-Han’s ego. “Please enjoy the meal,” Harumi finally said. The men around us all launched forward, loading up their plates with any food in arms reach. Harumi and Kuai Liang settled next to each other. He had immediately pulled her into conversation. It was impressive how quickly he seemed to have her undivided attention. 

I filled my plate, eating slowly. That creeping anxiety hadn’t pulled away and my stomach was in knots. I appraised all the new men around us. Perhaps it was my own worry but they did not seem the gift Harumi tried to convince me they were. They were weary from travel, some with bandages around their arms or bruises blooming on their jaws. If rumors were to be believed, Bi-Han had come in contact with something so powerful that he was able to start this civil war. That idea had wormed deep into my brain and refused to leave. What was it? A weapon? A spell? An army? Whatever it was, these men weren’t ready for it. 

None of us were. 

The sound of my name drew my attention to the table around me. Harumi, her face annoyed, and Kuai Liang were looking at me. Kuai Liang was quite handsome without his mask. He seemed to have grown into the full lips and sharp cheekbones that I remembered, his face filling out with age. “Apologies, lost in my thoughts.” 

“I asked if you were well,” Kuai Liang’s voice was much smoother without his mask. “You look pale.” Harumi narrowed her eyes at me. The message was clear. Lie. She knew exactly what I was thinking of, how deep my anxiety was. 

“Yes,” I said with a forced laugh, “of course.” 

“We haven’t had visitors in such a long time, it seems to have intimidated her.” Harumi flashed a smile that seemed to distract Kuai Liang. I could still feel eyes on me and the fine layer of hair on my neck stood. My eyes darted down the table, searching for my watcher. But none of our guests were looking anywhere but at their food. Finally I glanced directly across from me, my eyes locking with Tomas’s. 

His eyes, stormy blue, were tracing my face, trying to see something in my features. So I looked unabashedly back at him. He had a small scar over his left eye, a longer one craving in a diagonal from his eyebrow along his forehead. His hair was closely cropped and smokey gray, a few strands of it falling across his face. His chest was broad, arms thick with muscles. That build was the only thing similar between the two men across from me. A body that told of brutal training and relentless battles. 

Once my eyes drank their fill of Tomas, I went back to my food. I knew he was still looking at me and a part of me wanted to know what he was searching so intensely for. But I stayed silent, letting the dinner wind down around me. Harumi and Kuai Liang kept their heads together, voices even as they spoke about housing and provisions. Once almost every plate was empty, my sister stood. “Everyone please, allow my sister to guide you to your rooms.” I glared at her. She never told me I was expected to do this. “We can talk later,” she whispered. She loved putting me on the spot like this, even when we were kids. If we were ever caught misbehaving, she would come up with a lie that only benefited her, leaving me to flounder under our Mother’s wrath. 

I took a deep breath before standing, straightening my robes as I did. “If you would follow me,” I said. I could hear the annoyance even in my own ears and so could Harumi. But the tone fell on deaf Lin Kuei ears as they all rose to their feet, thanking Harumi for her kindness and the food. I headed out the eastern door and along a quiet path. For the first time, I felt empty without my sword in my own home. I itched to have its comforting weight against my leg. Kuai Liang appeared next to me. “It’s good seeing you again. I know this isn’t the most ideal circumstance for us to meet again.” 

“No,” I say with a chuckle, “can’t say it is.” As much frustration I felt toward Harumi for allowing them here, I didn’t hate them. The Lin Kuei are fractured on the deepest level. Kuai Liang and Tomas must be heartbroken over the estrangement from their brother. I want them to have shelter and food, but I don’t want my family and home to be on the line for that to happen. “But it is good to see you again.” I reach the door to their temporary home. It was the old main house but was quickly outgrown as our clan formed some four hundred years ago. While it was effectively abandoned, it was still maintained for large groups of guests. “I apologize that it’s not very spacious, your men will have to share their rooms.” 

“Don’t worry,” Tomas said as he hovered behind his slightly shorter brother. “We are just grateful for any space.” I gave a small bow. 

“Then please make yourselves at home.” 

I never was able to talk to Harumi again until a fortnight later. She was intentionally avoiding me. I could never seem to pin her down. She was always with the Lin Kuei men, helping them settle into their new lodgings. She never invited me to join her in these conversations. I was always kept on the outside. I would see her at breakfast and dinner but then she would disappear. Even then we were never alone, joined by either Kuai Liang or some other clan elder, denying me the chance to speak freely. Frustration at being ignored and abandoned was starting to eat away at me. I spent hours in the courtyard, swinging my katana over and over and over again, until my arms screamed at me to stop. Then I would continue, relishing in this little bit of control. 

Sometimes I would feel the hairs along my neck rising. Everytime, I would turn my head and find Tomas walking away. The first few times, I was able to ease my paranoia, but soon it won. What could he possibly be looking at? Why does he always seem to be just in the corner of my vision? Maybe he was a spy sent by Bi-Han? All of these thoughts were swirling in my brain, sitting heavy in my stomach. 

It came to a head one late night. Harumi and I were finally alone together. She was looking over paperwork, body hunched to read the writing. I was sitting beside her with our ledger, checking our numbers. Paperwork was the least desirable portion of being a Grandmaster and the second in command. Most handed it off to others, too important for such remedial work. But our Father taught us that a Grandmaster was never better than even the lowest worker. “What’s bothering you so much sister? You’ve been training nonstop.” I pursed my lips, pen stopping mid-scratch. 

“There’s fifteen of them.” 

“I know,” she said simply.

“We are risking everything for fifteen men.” Harumi sighed, laying her own pen down, turning to look at me. Her expression was what one would wear to explain something very complicated to a too young child. My lip curled at the look. 

“We are stronger in numbers.” I snapped the ledger shut. 

“Fifteen stronger! What will that do when Bi-Han shows up to our home?” 

“You are letting fear cloud your perception.” I stood, papers fluttering to the floor in my wake. 

“And you are letting childhood love ,” I sneered the word, “cloud yours!” An indignant blush crawled up her cheeks. I may have been a child when I last saw Kuai Liang, but I wasn’t blind. The two of them had been attached at the hip anytime they were visiting. I had even caught them kissing once as I snuck to the kitchen for a sweet cake. 

“You’re being completely immature! This is exactly why I haven’t included you in any conversation with Kuai Liang. You are so ready to throw away the gift.” Frustration was starting to bubble into anger. 

“And why do we need them Harumi? When Father died our enemies descended on us. We were almost wiped out, and where were they!?” My voice was rapidly growing in volume, arms splayed out in question. The year after Father died was a nightmare. We were attacked from all sides, clans trying to absorb us while Harumi was desperate to become comfortable in her position as Grandmaster. While we were able to keep ourselves alive, too many men were lost to attacks. Then Mother died and we almost completely fell apart. Harumi and I still bear the horrible scars from our last grand battle. Harumi was able to walk away, the northern clan’s leader’s head clutched in her hand, but tensions had been weighing on us since. 

“We didn’t need their help!” she shot back, standing herself. “I handled it myself! I showed them that I wasn’t some weak woman to be taken advantage of!” 

“But we are being taken advantage of!” I shouted back, not caring who heard. “The Lin Kuei didn’t help us in our time of need, but we are supposed to help them in theirs?! Bi-Han will find them eventually and we will be slaughtered alongside them! They are a ticking bomb, Harumi! Why are you so willing to throw us in the line of fire for them? You’re delusional if you think they won’t run the second they find trouble!” 

“YOU ARE NOT GRANDMASTER SISTER!” She was screaming now, her voice bitter. “YOUR OPINION DOESN'T MATTER!” I recoiled back like she had slapped me. My ears rang. Even she blinked, clearly startled by her outburst, looking away from me. “I’m sorry,” she whispered eventually. Tears or anger and betrayal blurred my vision. 

“No you’re not,” I spit. I turned, not even sparing her another glance, and crossed the room. When I opened the door, I came nose to nose with Kuai Liang and Tomas. Kauai Liang’s hand was raised, like he was about to knock. Tears were searing down my cheeks and I didn’t care if they saw. I hated the look on their faces, pity and shock. “Get out of my way,” I snapped. The two men immediately parted and I shoved between them, perhaps too harshly, before walking away. I could hear my sister’s lowered voice, probably writing me off as some lunatic. 

My feet were carrying me somewhere, but my brain was spiraling too much to even track my surroundings. Harumi always knew exactly what to say to hurt me. She could be soft, kind and patient, but she could also rip my heart apart with just her words. It’s a special ability only siblings seem to share. My appointment as her second in command was set in stone once both our parents died. Harumi and I, in our combined grief, launched vicious attacks back at our enemies. I’ve done things for her that come back to me in terrible nightmares. We collaborated and moved together as a perfectly oiled machine. But, Harumi was always viewed as the better sibling. I tried to outshine her but could never top her accomplishments. That tiny shard of insecurity was never fully dislodged. She knew it. 

A cool breeze hit my tear stained cheeks. Only then did I realize I had found myself outside. As if pulled by an invisible thread, I drifted to the courtyard. Just picking up my katana made my body scream in protest. I ignored it. I swung the weapon in big arching swipes, allowing my weary arms to wake and stretch. Then I turned to face a wooden target. Like the snap of a string, rage rushed up my veins. With three brutal slashes, the target crumbled, wood clattering against the stone floor. My sword swung out, lobbing the head off the target to the right. I set to hacking it apart. My form was quickly crumbling, just becoming rage filled chops. I would have to work for hours to correct the damage to my blade but I didn’t care. Tears splattered to the ground under my feet. I slid my arms through my robes as sweat dripped down my face, leaving my chest only covered in my bra. The night was harsh on my sweaty skin but I refused to stop until all of the targets were destroyed. 

It was over too quickly. The wood bodies were splintered, jagged, and shattered in places from my brute force. My lungs burned as my chest heaved. A blister along my palm had burst in my fury. I glanced down at it, blood oozing from the ragged skin. Your opinion doesn’t matter. I squeezed my bleeding hand, nails biting into the tender skin. More targets.  

I was being watched.

I spun, pinning Tomas to the spot with my glare. He was under the overhang, hidden away from the bright moon. “Did you enjoy the show?” I wanted to scream at him, but my voice came out scratchy and broken. He approached slowly, like I was some wild animal about to snap at him. My hand squeezed my weapon and his steps stalled. 

“I’m sorry for watching,” he whispered, “I was just worried about you.” My blade swung up when he was in range, the tip pressing against his broad chest, just over his heart. He immediately stopped in his tracks and raised his hands in a sign of surrender. 

“I don’t need your pity.” I snapped. I pressed the blade just a bit into his chest. He winced but otherwise showed no reaction.

“I’m not offering pity.” Tomas carefully pushed my katana away from himself and I let the arm fall to my side without protest. Please,” he said, voice earnest. “Feel free to take your anger at the Lin Kuei out on me. Let me help in any way I can.” I paused, digesting his words. My blade makes a satisfying click as I snap it back into its scabbard. I undo the belt, placing it carefully on the ground. 

“I just want to fight. No magic. Don’t be easy on me.” Tomas just gives a simple nod. He must have expected this response. I stare at him for a moment, taking in that handsome face, before I launch at him. My arms ache too much to use so I go for a kick to his thigh. It’s a weak attempt and he catches my leg easily. With a rough yank, I lose my balance and fall to the ground, breath knocked from my lungs. Tomas doesn’t laugh or make fun of my pathetic fight. He just watches me, waiting to see what I do next. 

My free foot connects with his knee. He groans as his leg buckles. I take the opportunity to wiggle my leg from his grasp. I snap to my feet, fist swinging out. I had no target but it glanced off his jaw anyway. My knee rams into his stomach. He lets out a little gasp of air. I kick my leg under him and he crumples. 

I climb on top of him, catching his wrists, pinning them above his head. I was out of breath despite the short and uneventful fight. But my body already felt exhausted. Tomas is gazing at me again. It’s that same searching way I always catch him doing. His skin was nearly glowing in the moonlight as I took in his face. “Why do you look at me like that?” I demanded. 

“Because you’re beautiful.” The words caught me off guard. My heart was too raw to process them. 

“Don’t say that,” I hissed, “don’t you dare feel sorry for me.” I wanted to hold onto my fury, let it burn me from the inside out, but it was faltering under his unexpectedly kind eyes. 

“I don’t,” his voice is low, reassuring. My nails bit into his wrists as I squeezed them. He let out a whine of pain. “I promised to help. Whatever you want from me, you can take it.” My heart stumbled on its next beat. Now that the thick haze of anger had dissipated, I could smell him, smokey and warm. Against my better judgment, I leaned closer so our noses were nearly pressed together. Now I could hear the short bursts of his breath. 

“Anything?” I could see his throat bob as he swallowed. “What if I’m not nice?” His eyes widened at the dark edge in my voice. The tip of his tongue flashed out, wetting his dry lips. I watched it intently. 

“I will take whatever you give me.” 

“If it’s ever too much,” I breathed, my lips brushing against his, “tell me. Don’t feel obligated to continue.” He gave a tiny nod. 

My lips crashed against his. He groaned at my intensity and I drank the sound down greedily. I let my hands wander his arms, feeling every muscle and vein. One hand wove into his soft hair while the other laid softly on his throat. I didn’t squeeze, just let the fingers rest. I could feel his pulse racing under them. With his arms freed, he wrapped them around my back, pulling me tight against him. 

It had been so long since I’d kissed anyone. I wasn’t sure I even knew how to do it anymore. Being so ‘important’ seemed to scare most men away. Even if all I wanted was one fun night, they felt some responsibility to act like a potential husband. So I reveled in the feeling of Tomas under me, his lips trying to keep up with mine, his tiny pants as I overpowered him. I snagged his bottom lip with my teeth and I bit down until I tasted copper. He moaned, blunt nails digging into my bare back. His hips bucked under me and I ground against them. I licked his lip apologetically before wiggling it into his mouth. It was intoxicating how much control he was allowing me. I alternated between squeezing the sides of his neck and yanking his hair. All he could do was whimper into me. The sound alone was driving me crazy, hips rolling over his quickly hardening cock. Heat was slowly being dropped into my veins and I was growing overwhelmed with all the sensations. 

I finally broke away, gulping down harsh lungfuls of air, sitting up straight. Tomas was bright pink. His lips were bruised and puffy, covered in our combined spit. The sight brought a drunken smile to my face. He returned it with a dazed look in his eyes. “Too much?” He shook his head.

A chill breeze whistled through the courtyard and I shivered. Instantly, his calloused hands were rubbing my arms, trying to combat the cold. In the lusty haze I was under, I didn’t truly understand how exposed we were. It may have been the dead of night, but servants moved at all hours. “Let’s go to my room.” When I stood up and my thighs pressed together, I could feel how soaked my panties were. Tomas rose to his feet gingerly. With one glance, I saw why. His cock was hard , jutting out from between his legs, impossible to hide in his loose fabric pants. It looked…big. But instead of being intimidated like I should have been, I felt more excited. I slid my arms back through the top of my robes to cover myself the best I could. I grabbed Tomas’s hand, using it to guide him inside to my quarters. He followed behind me without protest or even a word, just tangled his fingers with mine. 

Thankfully, I had my own section of the main house so I wouldn’t have to worry about seeing her right now. I’m not sure Tomas could handle me if I did. Once in my room, I flicked on my bedside table lamp before I turned on the ninja. “Strip.” He did instantly, undoing buckles, ties, and knots in mere seconds. The first thing I noticed was his chest. Scars littered it, some old and white, where others were new, still raw and pink. There was light dusting of gray hair across the skin as well. The hair became darker and more pronounced as it collected in a line under his belly button, trailing my eyes down… no. I’ll look later . I moved my gaze back to his abdomen, taking in the planes of muscles across them. His arms, so thick and strong, hung loosely at his side. Like a predator, I circled him to look at his back. This skin was also just as covered in scars. I itched to touch them, to ask their stories, but I refrained. I could explore them once we’re done. His fists clenched. 

I came back to face him, finally allowing myself to look down. His cock was completely flushed. It was thick and a small bolt of worry struck down my spine. It looked like he could split me in half if I wasn't careful. A small bead of white oozed from the tip, splattering onto the floor. I watched its descent and my grin only grew when I saw the collection of drops on the floor. “ Aw ,” I teased, reaching out to trail my hand across his broad chest. He shivered under my touch. “Just some kissing got you so hard?” I knew I didn’t have much of a leg to stand on. I was practically dripping. His heavy gaze wasn’t helping my state either. I could almost feel him undressing me with his eyes, their hunger clear. “Have you been thinking about me like this? Thinking about my lips around you?” My fingers danced down his chest, landing at the base of his cock. I explored him with feather light touches, never doing anything to give him any pleasure. His eyebrows knit together, mouth opening on pitiful pants. “Thinking about having me under you, moaning your name, begging you to keep fucking me? How wet I would feel around this big dick?” An adorable blush was spreading across his neck and face. I pulled my hand away and he whined but I only gave him my prettiest smile. My hand instead went to his wrist, pulling him to my bed. I used both my hands on his shoulders to force him to sit. I wedged myself between his legs, savoring him gazing up at me. The tip of his cock was pressed against his stomach, smearing precum on the skin. 

“Answer my question Tomas,” his breath hitched at the sound of his name. “How often do you think about fucking me?” 

“Every night, every day, all the time.” His voice is shaky, knuckles turning white in his fists. I knew he was waiting for permission to touch me but I wouldn’t give it. Not yet at least. “I wake up so hard it aches.” I hummed in sympathy, hands going to the sash holding my robes shut. I take my time undoing it, knowing I have Tomas’s undivided attention. 

“Do you dream about me? What do you see?” I prompt, pausing my undressing. 

“Yes, I can only seem to dream about you.” He chews his lip, looking too ashamed to continue. I finally undo the knot at my side and allow my robe to fall from my shoulders, the fabric pooling at my ankles. His eyes snap to my body. I can feel the trail of his gaze as if he was touching me. With deliberate movements, I reach behind me, snapping my bra open, the fabric joining my robe on the floor. “ Ah ,” he whispers, abandoning his fists all together, gripping his thighs instead, nails digging into the tender skin. 

“You aren’t good at answering my questions Tomas. Don’t get distracted.” My hand grips his chin, forcing his eyes back to mine. “What do you dream about? If you tell me, I’ll let you touch all the places you want.” His face lit up at the deal but he was clearly fighting embarrassment. “Tomas,” I purr, palm moving to his neck again. His eyes grew heavy, almost closing. “Be a good boy,” he whimpers unabashedly at the nickname and at the squeeze I give his throat. 

“Okay,” he stutters. “They always change. Sometimes I’m in control, other times you have me pinned down. I,” he licks his dry lips again, “I think I like the ones where you are in control more.” 

“Good,” I hum, letting his neck go. “What do I do in those dreams?” 

“You edge me, make me beg to come,” his voice is a whisper. “I do, I beg and beg until I’m crying. Sometimes I wake up before you let me. Those are the worst days. I feel frustrated and too turned on to function even when I get off multiple times. One day I couldn’t even leave my room in fear I would see you and beg you to let me fuck you. I knew it would scare you.” I remembered that day. It was odd to not be watched while training and his absence was obvious at breakfast and dinner. Kuai Liang said he wasn’t feeling well. I was curious what Tomas actually told his brother. My thumbs catch the waistband of my panties. With eyes like a hawk, his eyes snapped to the movement. I tsk like a disappointed parent. “I’m sorry,” he breathes.

“What do you do in the dreams where you're the dominant one? Are you as mean as I am?” He shook his head. I could tell he was desperate to look, to touch, to taste. Selfishly, I loved forcing him to wait, loved watching him squirm under my control. 

“No, you usually feel too,” he cleared his throat, “too good for me to stop. I always drown in how good you taste.” My hands ease my panties down but Tomas keeps his eyes on me. They dropped with an obscene splat on the hardwood. 

“You have a very vivid imagination,” I tease, cupping his cheek with my left hand. “Do I live up to it?” His hands hesitantly raise, his eyes pleading. “I won’t bite, too hard at least.” Then his hands were everywhere. My hips, my thighs, even the back of my knees weren’t immune to his touches or his gaze. He traveled up my torso, tracing my own scars with delicate caresses, his lips now joining his hands. I climbed onto his lap to allow him better access to my chest. I could feel his hard member against my hip. His lips lingered under my breasts before taking one hard nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, his free hand teasing the other bud. I moaned at the contact, hips jerking. He took my noise as encouragement and increased the speed of his tongue. I tugged the finger teasing my nipple away, placing it in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. He lets out a muffled gasp, eyes flashing to mine. I smiled, “you look so handsome like this,” I purred around his finger. I stuck my tongue out, making a big show of licking it, before letting his hand go. He squeezed his eyes shut, wet finger going back to my nipple. “ Aw, ” I mumble, tugging lightly on his hair, “why are you hiding from me?” 

“Don’t want to come too soon ,” he murmurs. I lift his head so I can press soft kisses to his flushed cheeks. 

“How quick can you get hard again?” I whispered. 

“For you,” Tomas whined, “probably minutes.” I hummed in approval, teeth dragging along his neck, leaving small nips along the sensitive skin. It only took one light push for him to fall back against the bed. He propped himself on his elbows, big chest heaving. I turned my attention to his long neglected dick. I could see a long ridge along its underside, a thick vein on the left side. My fingers dipped between my legs and easily coated my fingers in my own slick. I traced the vein with my index finger, before closing my hand around it, giving a few experimental squeezes. His lip trembles at the feeling. 

“You’ve been so good,” I say, arm beginning to pump over him, “but I’m not done with you.” He nodded his head, blue eyes pinned to my hand. “I would feel bad leaving you so hard.” A trail of spit dribbles from my mouth and my hand spreads it as it gains speed. He lets out a shaky breath, knuckles going white again. Under me, I can feel how tense his thighs are. The sound of my name in his fragile voice makes my skin prickle. 

“Hands feel so ah good,” Tomas pants. With another blob of spit, I quicken my pace. He flops back onto the bed, the sheets clutched in his fists. His tense control seems to crumble a bit as his hips begin to thrust up into my hand. “ I’m not going to last ,” he mumbles, a hint of an accent creeping into his words. He’s too lost in the squeeze of my hand that he doesn’t notice me climbing off his thighs to kneel in front of him. But he does notice when my tongue licks a long stripe up the underside of him. He makes a strangled noise, far too loud for the late hour. But I didn’t chide him and just eased his length into my mouth. He tastes just a little bitter but there’s something strangely addicting about it. His cock is heavy on my tongue and the corners of my lips stretch to accommodate his girth. My mouth and hand work in tandem, not leaving an inch of him uncovered. He begins to mumble my name, voice raw and reverent, little gasps in between each of his words. My clit throbs at the sound of him. I reach between my legs and begin to circle the neglected bud. I’m not particularly nice to it, chasing the high of an orgasm at any cost. Fingers snake into my hair but he doesn’t force my head down. My eyes ease open to look at him, only to find him staring right back. 

That’s when the dam breaks. His back arches, the hand in my hair becoming a vice to hold my head still as his hips jerk into my mouth, a mess of thank yous and my name tumbling from him. Hot ropes of cum shoot into my throat and I gag at the sheer amount of it. He seems to come for an eternity, cock twitching constantly as more and more liquid spills into me. I swallow down as much as I can but some still leaks onto him. Finally, his body relaxes and my hair is released. I ease off him, panting. 

A quiet moment passes between us as I rest my head on Tomas’s thigh. I could feel the exhaustion from my slaughter of the wooden targets starting to creep up on me. Once my own breathing is under control, I trail sticky kisses up his torso, lingering on his stomach and his pecs, before I settle my hips on his chest, knees on either side of his head. His eyes still look dazed and he has a dumb smirk on his face. “Good?” I muse, combing his sweaty hair out of his eyes. “As good as your dreams?” 

“So much better,” he replies. 

“More?” My voice sounds a little unsure. But Tomas just grins like I offered him a divine gift. 

“I said you can take whatever you want. If you need more, I’ll give you anything.” My own blush crawls up my cheeks. His eyes soften as he tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear. “I meant what I said before, you are so beautiful.” 

“It’s just the endorphins.” Tomas opens his mouth to argue but I pinch his chin between my fingers, “tongue out.” He does as I command without complaint. I wiggle my hips up so my pussy is right over his mouth. I can feel his tongue pressed against the tender skin but he doesn’t move it. I brace one hand behind me and give a tentative roll of my hips. Goosebumps ripple over my skin. He moans into me and the vibrations make my toes curl. “Do I taste as good as you imagined?” He nods, tongue dragging through my folds as he does, nose bumping my aching clit. I roll my hips a few more times but can’t seem to reach the high I’m close to. “ Mm, I did say you could touch whatever you wanted, so be good and impress me.” His arms lock around my thighs, hands splayed on my hips, urging me to press harder down on his face. I do, one hand in his hair and the other braced on the bed. 

Then he starts. His tongue is desperate, hitting every sensitive area I have. It lashes as my clit, swirling in tight circles, then it moves into me, curling in search of my g-spot. “Oh,” I gasp. The intensity nearly takes my breath away. As his tongue delves into me again, his nose digs into my clit. It’s my turn to whimper as my hips grind against him. He gives an approving moan. My thighs squeeze tight around his head at the feeling. I was already close after my own hasty masturbation. “Stay just like that,” I pant. His tongue becomes rigid in me. “Fuck, good boy.” He hums at the praise. I bare down on him, circling my hips however feels best. I eventually find a position that makes my eyes roll back and I start to fuck myself on his tongue. My sliver of shame at using him like a sex toy disappears when his own moans get louder than mine. He just feels too good to not use. I can’t imagine he can breathe well, if at all, but I can feel him pulling me down even harder. My juices and his spit coats my thighs. The lewd sounds of my wetness filled my ears. A heavy heat is pooling deep in my stomach. “Tomas,” I whimper. My nails bite into his scalp, “so close. Such a, oh fuck,” my words are cut off as that heat finally rushes through me. 

It’s a swift and intense orgasm that leaves me trembling over him. His tongue slips from inside me and starts to happily lap up the mess I’ve made. It prolongs the sensations and I mewl at the overstimulation. I try to lift my hips but he refuses to let go, even shaking his head in denial. “ Ah! You’re going to kill me,” I giggle. I felt light, giddy at the intense relief. It had been too long since I last came, let alone had someone to do it for me. I ease open my eyes to look at the man between my legs and see his eyes already open, pupils blown wide. To my horror, his skin has a slight purple hue to it. With a rough yank, I push his head away while lifting my hips. He sucks in harsh gasps of air.

“Sit back down,” Tomas pleads, “tastes so good .” I laugh, collapsing to my side, head hitting my pillows. My leg lingers on his shuddering chest and he runs a shaky hand over my ankle. Even from my position and poor lighting, I can see the glisten all over his face. Another comfortable silence passes. My eyes start to feel heavy, that exhaustion creeping up on me again. “More?” I shift my eyes to between his legs. He was not lying about only needing a few minutes. 

“More.” He lifts my leg closer to his soaked face, trailing feather light kisses along my ankle and calves. He adjusts himself to a crouch, laying more kisses on my skin. I giggle and instinctively jerk my leg when he finds a ticklish spot at the back of my knee. Then the slow progress goes up my legs, hips, ribs, between my breasts, then finally my neck. “Great, now I’m all sticky,” I tease. He braces himself on either side of my head. 

“You sound like an angel when you laugh.” His voice is tender as his lips ghost against my ear. My hands set to exploring his chest, lingering on the scars. I turn my head to capture his lips. The kiss is soft, all the desperate hunger from the courtyard gone. I savor the taste of me on his lips. My arms drape over his shoulders as I draw him closer. I can feel the heavy weight of his hard cock on my stomach. I pull away, pressing my damp forehead against his. 

“Be careful with me,” I breathe. His eyebrows knit together in sudden worry. 

“Are you…?” His voice trails off in question. 

“No, no,” I assure, giving him a small peck for good measure. “It’s just been a while and you’re,” I search for a better word but find none, “thick.” A smug smile parts his lips. It only makes his features more attractive. I find myself grinning back. 

“Of course I will,” he promises. Much to my dismay, he leans away, sitting back on his ankles. He drinks in the sight of me before him. “ Fuck,” his voice is almost quiet enough for me to miss. I feel like I’m on the operating table, that he’s a doctor examining for anything remotely interesting. His calloused palms push my thighs apart to expose more to his hungry eyes. “So wet,” he hums, his thumbs spreading my folds open. 

“Tomas.” His attention immediately snaps to my face. “Start fingering me so you can fuck me. I’m not a very patient person. You can have your fill of looking at me later.” He cards his fingers through my slick, wedging two fingers into me, stopping at his second knuckle. I bite my lip on a moan, back arching. My hips push against his hand, fingers sinking deep into me. They curl and begin to pump inside me. I whine at how wet I sound and my eyes drift close. His fingers are dexterous, rubbing my sensitive walls perfectly. “More,” I choke, hips desperately pushing against his hand. 

“Say please.” My eyes snap open to find him with another self-satisfied grin. I can’t stop my own smile and hold out my hands, motioning for him to come closer. He does, free hand braced next to my head. I slather his neck in kisses, my tongue darting out, sucking a harsh hickey in the crux of his neck. He gasps at the sudden intensity. 

“ Please,” I pitifully moan into his ear. He instantly slips a third finger in me. My laughter mixes with my sigh of pleasure. He’s so easy to toy with. “Only needed one please?” 

“Quiet,” he grumbles. As if in retaliation, his fingers ease out of me. I pout and he flicks my bottom lip. I snag the digit with my teeth and bite down playfully. Then I feel the head of his dick press against my empty hole, his slick fingers coating his length the best he could. “Do you need more time?” I shake my head. The hand next to my head reached down to grasp mine, slotting our fingers together. “Deep breath,” the word is dragged out into a shuddering breath as he sinks into me, hips flush against mine. “ Oh my god.” 

“F-fuck,” I whimper, eyes squeezed shut. He’s completely overwhelming, pushing against any sensitive area I could possibly have. I can even feel the ridge along the underside of him pressing into my walls. A moment passes while we adjust to each other, bodies still. “ More. Please Tomas, more.” This time my voice lacks its previous theatrical pleading. His lips trap mine in a desperate kiss while his hips start at a torturously slow pace. I let his tongue plunder my mouth, not even trying to take control again. I grip his hair before my nails rake down his neck to his broad shoulder. He hisses at the sting. “ Faster,” I gasp through the clash of our lips. He does without complaint. He cradles my hips with both arms as he pounds into me. The new angle makes me finally break our kiss and I gasp out his name. 

“So wet,” Tomas mumbles, words slurring, “so warm. Fuck .” He nuzzles his face in my neck to leave behind his own love bites. He leaves a particularly harsh one along my collarbone that makes my back arch into his sweaty chest. He litters my chest in kisses as he moves to the other side of my neck. There he scatters more marks, creeping all the way up my neck. I slither my hand between my legs, trying to ease the burn of my clit. He buries himself deep into me and then stops. 

“ No, no, no,” I babble, grinding my hips against him. He once again leans back. With a small slap to my hand, he replaces it with his own. He lifts one of my legs up, laying it against his chest, before easing forward, bending me nearly in half. Then he starts fucking me. It’s harsh and rough, his thumb punishing the bundle of nerves under it. “ Tomas!” My voice is loud and brittle. My toes curl and my stomach tightens. Heat is building quickly. I’m sure if anyone passed by they would be able to clearly hear the wet slaps of our hips. 

“You’re squeezing me so much,” he groans as a bead of sweat rolls down his forehead. I’m moaning unabashedly now, being far too loud. But he’s just so big . Now I can feel him twitching constantly inside me. It’s almost too much. The heavy weight of him. The way he can’t miss the spongy spot inside me. His thumb making harsh, wet circles over my clit. Even the slight smell of smoke and sweat on him is driving me higher. My eyes squeeze together, trying to focus on one sensation at a time. 

I fail. I alternate between crying out his name and expletives before the heated coil inside me shatters. “ Tomas! I-fuck-I,” I can’t even get the words out before I’m coming. My mouth falls open on a silent scream, hips recklessly bouncing against his. He keeps his rapid pace so it prolongs the orgasm to near discomfort. 

“Look at me,” Tomas’s voice is shaking. Through my shuddering, I manage to open them and take him in. He’s pink again, hair slicked back with sweat. A tear oozes down my cheek as overstimulation begins to set in. “ Just a little more ,” he assures and I drunkenly nod back. His hips are still harsh but they are losing this pace. He removes his thumb from my clit which provides much needed respite. The way his ragged voice curls around my name nearly makes me come again. “ Just a little-“ After one final push, he buries himself deep into me with a guttural groan, his cum filling me to the brim. 

We both still, chests heaving, breaths choppy. We don’t speak for several minutes, letting the afterglow fade. His fingers on my face is what draws my eyes back open. I hadn’t even realized they had closed. “Do you have a rag in here?” I reach to my bedside table and produce a box of tissues. 

“These right now,” I mutter. “We can get the towel in a moment. You cum too much.” My throat itches. Not a good sign for my volume levels. 

Tomas gives a weak smile. “Feel too good.” He plucks three from the box before slips from me. I can feel a wave of liquid dribble down my thighs. He sets to diligently cleaning me, being careful to avoid my most tender areas. A sizable pile of discarded tissue appears on the bed. “Towel?” I point at the door to my left. He goes to it and finds my attached bathroom. I can’t keep my eyes open anymore. My body felt like jelly. A lukewarm towel rubs away most of the sticky mess. “Curl your knees in, I’m going to sit you up.” I do as I’m told, not even thinking about questioning it. His strong arms work under mine, hoisting me up straight. I can feel the towel under my hips. “Just sit here so most of it can drain out. I’m going to get you some water, okay?” I give a weak nod. He presses a loving kiss to my temple. 

I don’t remember him leaving, only him returning. “Here,” I open my blurry eyes and take the offered cup. The water is crisp and I can feel it working through my chest. Tomas stands awkwardly by the bed. He had only put on his pants. I could see my one lone hickey along with a few trails of my nails. 

“You’ll have to let me give you more marks,” I point out, “we’re uneven.” He hums in agreement. Keeping one hand on my shoulder so he didn’t send me backwards, he removed the towel from under me. “Just toss it in the bathroom, clean later.” He does as instructed. I settled back in my pillows, crawling under my waiting sheets. I see him starting to gather up his clothes. “Aren’t you going to stay?” He genuinely looks surprised but gladly strips back down to his underwear, crawling next to me. I barely even laid my head down on his chest before I was asleep. 

I woke up very late the next day. Afternoon sun pierces through the blinds, nearly blinding when I open my eyes. Tomas was still asleep next to me, his breathing deep and even. He looks so relaxed, so soft in sleep. He's far too handsome for his own good. We were tangled together and in the sheets. I’m able to wiggle free and sneak on wobbly legs to the bathroom. As I pass my bedroom door, I notice someone had placed a tray on my desk. It was laden with food. My stomach gave an excited growl. I noticed a note next to a bright red tea cup in the corner of the tray. Curious, I lift it and read:

Sister, the red cup is yours. The last thing we need is a baby to take care of.

Reblogs are always appreciated <3

— ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ

Oliver Quick x fem! Reader

Content warning . drugging, non-con, pussy slapping, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms. MDNI

The first thing that settles over you is the heat between your legs.

Soft silk sheets rub against your bare body, and cool air seeps in between your thighs. The throbbing of your sex is borderline painful.

You whine out, your limbs heavy and relaxed. Towering over you, you see Felix’s dearest companion. Owen? Odis?

Oliver.

Yes, that’s his name— not rich like the others, but handsome and fit. A bit quiet, a lot weird. You remember catching his eye across Felix’s house party. You remember wandering in an empty corridor.

The rest is a blur.

He smiles when your lashes flutter. Your eyes widen when you process the fact that you are, in fact, nude in front of this stranger. Your arms feel like sand as you try to lift yourself up. You raise up on your elbows, and nausea rolls through you like a storm.

“No, no,” Oliver coos, pushing you back down gently. “No, sweet girl. Stay right there.”

You obey, feeling too numb to try to escape any further. You let out a tiny whimper when you feel a hand trailing up your thighs.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?”

He says it with great intrigue. As if you’re a science experiment worthy of his exploration. As if you’re an object. Your bottom lip wobbles, and you nod weakly.

“Poor thing,” he sighs out. His free hand goes up to stroke your hair. “You want it to go away, don’t you?”

You let out a tiny cry. You nod. You don’t know why, but all you can think about is Oliver’s hands on your skin. They leave trails of electricity in their wake.

“Okay,” he says softly. “I’ll make it go away. Be a good girl, open those legs for me.”

I can hardly move, you want to tell him. But he seems to notice quick, and lets out a tiny chuckle.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. ‘M so forgetful, aren’t I? Yeah? Here…”

He pulls apart your thighs, and your cunt clenches when you catch sight of the hungry look on his face. He licks his lips, watching your sticky lips peel apart as your most intimate parts are revealed to him. His thumb rubs against your inner thigh, teasing.

“‘S too bad no one’s played with this little cunny tonight,” he says. “So beautiful. And practically drenched. I can’t wait to eat you up.”

You mewl, your hips weakly moving to try and direct him closer to your heat. He shakes his head, as if to say, “no, don’t do that”. His hand comes down on your pussy, hard. You nearly yell from the stimulation, his rough fingers landing harshly on your little clit.

Seeing your reaction— all fucked out, pussy dripping even more slick if possible— Oliver slaps you again. Your legs clench up, but he pulls them back apart. He does it again. You let out a cry. He watches with focused eyes as he does this, all the while his lips turn into an unsettling smile.

“Look at you,” he teases, and slaps the rim of your clenching hole. “So fucked out from a little spanking. Maybe I should get you to cum like this first, yeah? Get this little snatch all swollen and bruised? Then I can fuck you, after that. Leave little bruises inside you, too. Mark you up, put some cum inside your little tummy.”

Usually, you would be sickened by such filthy words. But whatever Oliver had done to you is making you act in completely depraved ways. You let out a moan, a tiny “oh, please” leaving your lips. You have no idea what you’re begging for.

Oliver says nothing. Instead, his hand comes down on you again, and then another time, and another. And finally, with all the tiny sensations buzzing through you, you find yourself beginning to fall face first—or should you say, cunt first— into your orgasm. It seems Oliver knows every motion and detail of your release, smacking your clit at the perfect times to forcefully make you ride out your sweet high. You let out strangled sounds, tears falling out of your half shut eyes, your release dripping onto Oliver’s hand. He smiles as your breathing evens out and you come down. His fingers massage your pussy slowly, soothing the bruises already forming on the sensitive skin. You ease in and out of consciousness for a moment, and when you come to Oliver’s head is between your thighs.

It’s like heaven. Compared to his harsh hits, this is extremely gentle. He’s messy and sloppy, tongue scooping up your release from your hole, spitting it back down and massaging your clit. His big hands are splayed across your thighs, wrapping around them and pulling your pussy as close to him as possible. His eyes are shut, as if in ecstasy, and he moans into your cunt as he eats you.

Looking down, you can’t help but lazily move your hands up to his soft brown hair. Your head tilts back, your mouth half open. His saliva soothes the burn from his hands and drips down in between your ass cheeks. The tip of his tongue glides down to the soft skin between your ass and cunt, and he runs circles into it. He moves back up, up, up. His mouth drips with slick as he pulls away and grins.

“There she is,” he says. “Good nap, sweet girl?”

Your mind can’t bring itself to understand that he’s joking.

“Yeah,” you whisper. “Mmghh, more..”

“More?” He says, amused. “Mm, okay...”

He dives back into you. His thumbs go to either side of your pussy lips and spread you apart, giving him more access to your tight hole. He slips his tongue inside and massages your inner walls. Your back arches and you let out another desperate whine.

“Ollie,” you say, your words barely audible to yourself. He groans, his tongue flicking over your clit in the most delicious way, and your creamy spend soaks the boy’s tongue as you cum for a second time. He slurps it up like it’s his last meal, throat gulping down every single drop of your sweet nectar. When he pulls away, he wipes his chin on his wrist.

“So cute,” he says. “You already have a nickname for me.”

You bite your lip, vision hazy but you can still see the perfect picture in between your legs. Your cunt twitches for a third time, definitely not from your body’s own natural doing but still, it twitches nonetheless. You look down in between Oliver’s meaty thighs, see the thick bulge hanging heavy in his underwear. Your mouth waters, but you know right now isn’t the time to be sucking his cock. Not with how sick you felt earlier.

Oliver shoves his hand into his waistband, pulls out that drooling length that he’s been aching to touch for the past hour. He gives it a few sharp tugs as he positions it up against your entrance, making sure to get it nice and wet.

When he pushes in, it’s like a grating, irritable burn. Even drugged and fucked out with two loads lubricating you, he’s still so big. You sob, letting him go at his own pace. How could you do anything else, after all? You can’t push him off, can’t do anything but sit there and take what he gives you. Oliver grunts when his heavy balls press flush against your cheeks. He can’t wait to empty the big sacks into your gaping pussy, to breed you with his creamy seed and fuck it into you some more. He begins to pound your weepy cunt with no remorse, no mercy. His hips slap against yours loudly, shaking the bed and damn near the whole headboard. He grits his teeth, watching the way your doe eyes look up at him, your pupils heavily dilated. Oh, how beautiful you are, all drugged and pliant for him.

“Such a tight, creamy little cunt,” he groans out. “Knew you’d be perfect. Knew it’d be so easy t’just… fuck my cock right into you. You’re a dream, sweet girl. A f-fucking dream, y’know that? Yeah, it was so easy, wasn’t it? To just slip that pill in your little red cup. Best idea I’ve ever had in m’fuckin’ life..”

You don’t care about his words. Not right now. His cock is moving in you, awakening something primal deep in your guts, as his cockhead kisses your plush cervix, as his gooey precum connects to your plush lips and his cock in white, creamy strings when he moves in and out, in and out. You don’t care at all.

Even when he spills inside you with a loud, animalistic yell, you don’t care. He sits against you, rubs lazy circles against your clit, and makes you cum for a third time.

You pass out on the sheets without a second thought, and wait ‘till morning.