Series

team effort ✴︎ cl16, cs55

genre: 18+, pwp (very little plot), filthy, fem!reader 

word count: 3.3k 

It was supposed to be a one-time thing, but now you’re in-between your boyfriend and his teammate again. So really, maybe, this could become a regular thing. (sequel of sorts to this but can stand alone just fine)

nsfw warnings under the cut!

18+ because… alright. a threesome, penetrative sex, anal sex, oral sex (M receiving), handjob (F receiving), double penetration (crowd leaves), dirty talk (degradation), crying, breeding, rough sex, size kink, requires suspension of belief regarding the inner workings of anal and positions apologies, spit kink (crowd leaves again)

probably the most requested thing i get, and i felt like practicing my pwp writing so—i hope you like it everyone! :) love auds

“Hey, you brought the pretty girl,” teases Carlos, a glass of alcohol in hand. He pushes it into Charles’ hand and you watch as your boyfriend takes a sip, vision semi-obstructed by how dark the place is. “Mind if I get a picture?”

“Course I did.” Charles smiles, and his left eye drops into a subtle wink. “And sure, she begged to come anyway.” His teammate laughs. “Nothing I haven’t heard before. Come say hi to the others.”

Your face turns hot when it registers what he’s just said, but it’s too late to get a quip in; a gentle hand at your waist is guiding you through the crowd of people, by the DJ booth, and into the seats just beside it populated by several familiar faces. You accept and return a few hellos and heeeys from Lando and Pierre, among others, and when a shot is offered to you by Danny, you take it.

Charles lets you wander around the area for a while to get used to the place, watches you laugh about something with Carmen and try your hand at the DJ table with Lando, combing your hair over to one side. You take a few shots because George feels like “letting loose” (he takes two). 

He sees a patch of concealer just below your collarbone; granted, it’d have been hidden if you were wearing something less low-cut than your dress right now, but he spots it and he immediately realizes what it is with an amused laugh.

When his eyes glide upward from your cleavage, he finds you’re already looking at him, eyes half-lidded and mouth tugged into a pretty smile. He sees you excuse yourself, walking right into his arms, pouting. He tips his glass over to your lips, pours some of his drink in.

“What’s the matter, baby? Wanna smoke?” He leans against the railing of the VIP area, seating himself there and pulling you close so you’re pressed up against him. You inhale his scent, his cologne, nip at his jaw. You always get so touchy when you’ve got some alcohol in you.

There’s a blunt or three being passed around, you smell it. “Nothing. I think ‘m getting a little tipsy, I don’t want to crossfade.” You blink and it’s like your eyelids are droopy with honey. The party’s thick with the heady scent of tequila, mixed perfume, weed, and saturated with heavy bass. If you’re totally honest you’ve lost track of time.

“There you are,” goes a voice, and you tense. 

“I was looking for you, too, mate.” Your boyfriend’s arm reaches to someone behind you and shakes. “Girlfriend’s feeling a bit tipsy.” He pulls his hand back in, rests it over your the small of your back. 

“You okay?” Carlos leans in, his voice hot against your ear. You blink, in a daze of tipsy and hot, nodding. You’re in between them now, still pressed against your boyfriend. Slowly, your head lolls onto Carlos’ shoulder, exposing your neck. If you stepped back just a bit, you realize—

—you’d feel Carlos’ dick pressed against your ass. “A little tired,” you say, opening your eyes to meet your boyfriend’s. Normally they’re green, but now they’re so dark you can barely tell. The limited lighting doesn’t help. Your knees are weak with the way you resist the urge to grind back onto Carlos, who’s laughing, observing your ditzy face. 

“Let’s get you out of here, huh?” Charles smiles. He’s always so sweet. Doing what you want, what you need, a nice guy in that respect. So he can take what he wants later. He and Carlos down the rest of their drinks, and they’re both ushering you out the back exit and directly into the parking lot.

It’s a direct replay of what happened a few months ago, and what happened a few times afterward. After dinners, races, nights out—it wasn’t too frequent, but enough that it became a thing. Enough, too, that you could grow antsy if it didn’t happen for too long. 

Your boyfriend brought a different car today, his Range Rover with a spacious backseat you’re being guided into. The lack of heavy bass and strobe lights help you feel more sober, but don’t help with the arousal at all. As you climb, your dress hikes up a bit, and Carlos catches a peek of your panties underneath, white and almost see-through, showing the outline of your pussy.

They’re on either side of you, your breath hitching when they lean in closer, lip caught between your teeth and eyes screwed shut. Your boyfriend’s hand grazes your thigh and you spread your legs, involuntary, sighing a low please. Please what, you don’t even know.

“You want this?” Charles asks. He takes things slowly, a dreamy smile on his face, eyebrows knitted together. His hand moves upward, and he runs a few teasing fingers over the lace of your white panties, pressing them harder until you’re starting to squirm, breathless ahs leaving your lips.

“Please,” you say, voice small and desperate. “Yes.”

Your approval makes them more excited; they’ve both missed this more than they’re willing to let on. Your mouth is half open, letting out noises, eyes half-open; Carlos wonders what you’d look like covered in cum. Both his and Charles’, splayed all over your pretty waiting face.

The first time this happened, Carlos watched for the most part. He’d been chained to the driver’s seat, listening to the wet noises of Charles’ fingers fucking into you. He made eye cotnact with you right as you came, a long, drawn-out moan leaving your mouth. He fucked you another time. And he’s missed the feeling. He’s missed the sight of your fucked-out face, moaning on his cock, or his teammate’s, or both.

You press your lips to Charles and he encourages you to part them, slowly deepening the kiss until you’re moaning into his mouth, hips bucking up into nothing. “Please,” you say, “give me something.” Anything, you’ll take anything.

Carlos brings two big fingers to his mouth, laves his tongue over them, and brings them to the apex of your thighs, pushing aside the lace and fucking them into you, one by one. You gasp into Charles’ mouth—his fingers are so thick, pumping in and out at a brutal pace without waiting for you to adjust to the strength. You whimper, breaking the kiss because everything’s too much, head leaning back and eyes meeting the grey ceiling of the car.

“God, she’s wet.” You hear the teasing smile without looking up. “And tight.”

“I know,” your boyfriend says, smiling as he sucks a hickey onto your throat. Your legs quiver. 

It’s Charles’ voice again, sweet and deep against your ear. “Feel good?”

“Yes,” you say, nodding eagerly, lifting your head up and looking right at him. 

“Thank him,” he orders. They always do this, make you talk and use your words when your brain is all scrambled and going a thousand different directions. It’s only worse when they start talking about you like you’re not there, using dirty words and sliding into native languages you can’t understand, but they can, and they laugh watching you whimper for more.

“Thank—thank you,” you whisper, turning from your boyfriend’s face to Carlos.

“You’re welcome, princesa. You’re going to make us feel good, too, right?”

You nod.

“Why don’t you start now?” The instruction comes from Charles and you follow suit, hands going from your sides to the tents in their jeans, grabbing at the huge bulges there. You’re losing grip, Carlos’ big fingers are moving faster, feeling your orgasm approach faster. 

Already? Shiiit, your boyfriend says with a low laugh. Go ahead and cum first, baby. Go ahead.

His words are so sweet, kissing up and down your neck, the stimulation pushing you further until you’re cumming from just two fingers. The messy squelch of Carlos’ fingers moving in and out of you gets them both so hard, aching to fuck you, take you apart, make your voice raw. Your moans grow louder and louder, legs trying to close around the hand in between them—they’re held open by two free hands and you have to lie there and take it.

“‘M cumming,” you gasp, tension bursting inside you, pussy contracting around Carlos’ digits. You squeeze at their bulges again, wishing you had the coherency to undo the buttons and the zips. They get the message, undoing their jeans just enough to pull out their cocks.

“Wanna suck you off,” you say, turning to Charles. Shyly, you add, “Both of you.”

The only way to do that is by kneeling on the limited floor space of the car. There’s not much space, and you shuffle around a few times, but eventually you find a position, legs folded and on your knees, in between the two of them.

They’re both looking down at you with dark eyes and devious, teasing grins that feel downright evil, hands wrapped loosely around their cocks. They jack themselves off a few times, and you hoist yourself up higher to watch closely, brows furrowed.

“Open your mouth,” Carlos says sharply, tone low and rushed. You obey, sticking your tongue out, and watch as he rubs the precum off his tip and onto your tongue. He laughs, looking at your boyfriend. “Look at that. Like that?”

“Yea,” you mutter, turning a bit to let your boyfriend to the same, letting your spit drip down from the tip so the glide is easier. He slaps your cheek with it, laughs at the way you pout, and advises Carlos to do the same. You turn again, taking Carlos into your mouth until he’s prodding at the back of your throat and it’s wet all over.

They love seeing you like this—with their precum being smeared al over your shiny, spit-covered cheeks and lips, tongue peeking out to get a taste every time they drag their cocks closer to your mouth. “She’s pretty, isn’t she?”

“Sucks dick like she was made for it,” Carlos says, punctuating his sentence with a quip in Italian. They both laugh as you gag around Charles’ dick, jerking Carlos off messily. You’re choking, precum coating the back of your throat and wrist wearing out.

“You look so pretty, baby.” Your boyfriend says, grunting with pleasure.

“Pretty lips, too, yeah?” Carlos says, his hand shadowing yours and making you jack him off faster.

“She can’t reply, Carlos. Too busy gagging on my dick,” Charles says, and your eyes well up with embarrassment that you’ve basically soaked through your panties from their words alone. You want them to cum, cover your lips and eyelashes with them so you can scoop it off and let them watch you swallow it. Be good for them, their good girl.

But they never like cumming if it’s not in you, or after they’ve been in you, so you anticipate the way you’re guided off your boyfriend’s cock by your hair. They tug your head backwards, a bit on the edge of roughly, exposing the column of your throat, littered with spit and lovebites.

Your pussy is getting wetter, dripping through your panties and onto your legs folded underneath. It’s the first thing they inspect when they heave you back into the middle of the backseat, bent over Carlos’ lap so your ass is on full display for Charles and, if he cranes his head, Carlos, too.

It’s humiliating. Your mind’s so hazy you can barely tell whose hands are whose, groping at your ass, pulling away the lace to reveal your puffy, wet cunt and letting the thin strip of fabric snap back to make you yelp. Two fingers push into you, going fast instantly until you’re sobbing for them to slow down. It’s Charles. You can tell because you feel the metal of his rings.

There’s a third at that point, stretching you out further, getting you even wetter and more desperate. You cum easily, overstimulated, tears rolling down your spit-streaked face as you quiver with it, blinking them away as you’re guided back into the middle. They maneuver themselves so they’re facing each other, your pussy right above Carlos’ tip, which is just beside your boyfriend’s.

You’re itching to sit yourself down, feel the familiar stretch of his dick, big and barely fitting when he stuffs himself inside you. It’s addictive. But there’s something Charles wants to do first, evident because he’s not yet letting you ride Carlos, his big hands bruising at your hips. “We’ve done enough to your pretty pussy, haven’t we? Your lips, too, that cute mouth.” He coos, almost. “But there’s something we haven’t even touched tonight, baby.”

Carlos’ hands spread your cheeks apart and Charles’ spit-soaked thumb rubs over your tight hole, causing you to shiver. Oh, God. You squirm above their laps, heart beating with nerves and arousal, pussy rubbing over the tips of their dicks as you go. “I’m nervous,” you whimper.

“Aw, go give Carlos a kiss,” your boyfriend says, his voice teasing and goading. You lean forward, slotting your mouth onto Carlos’ soft lips, parting them with your tongue immediately. He gets you all needy when you kiss him, smiling and enjoying your mindless, needy little grinds. As you kiss him, messy with spit and tongues colliding, you feel fingers teasing you again.

You whimper, Carlos’ hands roughly pulling the low-cut top of your dress down to grope at your tits, roughing them up, flicking your nipples. You moan out loud, caught up in the multiple sensations; your boyfriend loosens you up until his finger goes deep, deeper, bottoming out and stretching your ass out.

He collects some of your slick to lube another finger up, stuffing two into your tiny little hole. You gasp with the new feeling, lips open against Carlos’, who wraps a hand around your throat to guide you into kissing him again. Distractions. Pleasure.

“Jesus, she’s tight,” Charles says, not addressing you at all.

“She’s being really good for me up here,” Carlos replies, squeezing your tits. “Taking everything I give her.”

“Give me more,” you beg, licking over his lips until he’s parting them to kiss you messily all over again. You’re unaware, lost in the numb pleasure and dull painful stretch, that there are three buried in your ass now. He should prep more, Charles figures, but he’s impatient, just wanting to wreck you already, fuck moans out of you until you’re crying.

He nudges the tip of his dick against your ass, slipping the head in and listening to your ohhh as he goes, groaning. It hurts, Charles, you whisper, but your whine is swallowed into a kiss. 

“Relax, baby,” he says, gritting his teeth. “Just relax.”

You’re so tight, squeezing him so, so tight as he bottoms out.

You’re clenching around him so hard he could cum, pump all his cum in you and watch it leak out. But he’s patient. He’s sweet. He lets Carlos finally coax his own cock up your cunt, where the glide’s easier, but the stretch now is unfathomable. You blink tears out of your eyes, ones of pain that slowly become unbelievable pleasure, moans spilling forth from your lips, slick gushing out of your puffy cunt.

Carlos thrusts upward, deep, and eventually Charles finds a rhythm too, your legs spread and eyes rolling back with how fast they’re slamming into you. You want to move, you want to avoid the pleasure from how overwhelming it is, the way it feels when they both bottom out at the same time ans you can feel the way your stomach bulges with Carlos’ cock.

“Slow down,” you whine, but they only laugh, watching your face grow more sweaty and flushed and debauched.

“Feel good?” Charles asks. “Use your words, love.”

“S—so fucking good,” you say, words punched out of you thrust by thrust. Carlos leans forward, brings his flushed forehead just flush of yours, both of you bobbing in time with their thrusts, and spits messily into your half-open mouth. Most enters, some splatters over your lips, and your eyes darken with it. You’re certain you’ve cum again just from that.

“Swallow it,” he laughs. “Be a good slut.” His eyes break from yours and meet Charles’, and they exchange a few quips in Italian before your boyfriend’s hand is raking you backwards, leaning over and spitting again. He pushes your cheek around a little, laughing at your docile, fucked-out face.

“Swallow that now,” he says. “Both of them.”

Obediently, you shut your lips, your whimpers pausing as you swallow their spit down. Your cheeks are burning with embarrassment.

“There you go,” Carlos says. You’re absolutely falling apart on their dicks, wet and messy and hot, your legs quivering with it. Carlos slams up harder, pressing your lips together again so he can feel your moans, hear your cute little voice saying Carlos please let me cum  right by his ear.

He pulls out, moving himself higher to use your mouth instead; the added space gives Charles the opportunity to fully bend you over, on your knees and too weak to use your elbows, face smushed against Carlos’ dick. You’re shaking, pussy still trembling and tears of overstimulation rolling down your cheek. You’re struggling to take his dick well, but Charles keeps fucking you, determined to finish.

He pushes you down so your back arches deeper, your lips parted around Carlos’ huge cock. “That’s right,” he groans. “Take it, come on, be a good girl for me.”  

“She’s so tight still,” he says to Carlos. The latter’s hand strokes over your hair, pulls at it, grips at either side of your throat so he can fuck your face properly. He fucks your throat hard, watches you cough and squirm around his spit-coated cock, his balls slapping your face every time he bottoms out. He’s close—Charles is close—and you’ve cum twice again now, pulling off and whimpering I’m cumming— before finishing, gushing release all over your thighs.

“It’s our turn now,” Charles orders. They pull you off at the same time, and you go on your knees again on the floor, gazing up at them with big eyes and a flushed, pretty face, lips pink and puffy from having just been fucked. 

You reach two hands up and jerk them both off again, both their hands guiding you to go faster, faster and faster until—

You flinch, the first hot spurt landing just on your cheek, then your lips, then a bit on your nose. Somewhere in between, Carlos presses his tip to your lips, coaxing them open so he can shoot cum on your tongue and chin. They lean back, collapsing onto the backseat, heaving sighs.

They both look down at you, your nasty, cum-coated face, smiling up at both of them. Carlos blinks a couple times and then smiles. “Hey, mind if I get a picture?”

Please please please do a carlos (fem receiving) anal in celebration for when he won Singapore

Carlos Sainz Jr x Fem Reader

cw... anal, femrecieving, slight dom carlos, vauge relationship, deal, fingering, lube, condom, doggy, pet names, etc...

notepad... Thank you random person crazy he won again should I do a part two in Australia hehe. Totally helped, I wanted to do more dom but i truly can't see carlos being a mean dom. As for Hamilton I have some bdsm ideas. Literally have been obsessed with F1. I want to do something for Ollie Bearman for his debut but honestly not sure just for the idea that you know i write only smut.

Part Two

You were cheering in the crowd as you saw Carlos take the podium; you were nothing but the happiest. Carlos broke the red bull streak. It was nothing but the most important moment to exist. You took your headphones off and took a deep breath in.

“Vamos.” You could hear him cry out, and eventually he made it back to you, and you were smiling. He was covered in champagne. You handed him a towel and helped him dry. 

“You did absolutely amazing.” You smiled as you brushed aside his wet hair, and he couldn't help but smirk. He grabbed you by the waist and stood there as others took pictures. 

“El hotel ahora...” He whispered in your ear and smiled as you waved to the camera. You kissed his lips for the camera. “Thank you all!” He cheered, and you walked away with a smile and knew what was to come. 

“FUCK!” You cried out as your face was on the pillows, your hands gripping the sheets from the absolute feeling of stretching. You weren’t sure if it was pain or pleasure, but you knew it felt weird. "Carlito, more lube, please.” You called out, and he pulled himself out slowly. He has been stretching you out for hours. 

“Mi amor, you’ll be fine.” He whispered to you lovingly and squirted more lube into your asshole. There, he shoved himself slowly, and he was finally in. A loud moan left you with an abnormal feeling. “Ughhhh.” He let it out, as it was so tight and warm. This is all he has been wanting for months. Not many could guess Carlos Sainz Jr. was into anal. But he could almost never convince his partner until he met you. You told him, believing in him months ago, that if he won again, you would let him. “You promised.” Carlos was cheeky as he said it, and you nodded. 

He began to move slowly in and out of your ass. You held onto the sheets, and your mouth was wide open as you couldn’t mutter moans out but somehow felt so much. You groaned softly as he went in and out, and as he quickened the pace, the groans turned into moans of pleasure. The condom he wore allowed him to slip in and out a bit easier. 

"Carlito, you seem we-” You were trying to taunt him, but he suddenly slapped your ass, causing a cry of pleasure to leave your mouth so loud that the neighbors of the hotel could hear it. You began to drool from the feeling your head pushed down to the mattress, Carlos slapping your ass. It felt like so much, but you loved it. 

“Mhm.” He groaned. You were now a mess. Tears welled from your eyes as you felt so good. Carlos wasn’t just fucking your ass; his thumb slowly snaked to your clit and began to rub slow circles opposite of his quick pace of going in and out of you. 

You wouldn’t know it, but Carlos was going to fuck your ass all night; he didn’t care if his thighs felt weak from cumming constantly or not. He desired this; he was simply so happy you agreed. It was sudden, but he knew that you were also into it. When he was gone, you would send him videos of you stretching your ass out, and he loved the videos. 

“Haa…ugh…aaah” was all you could let out, and right as you did, Carlos' big arms flipped you and raised your legs slightly over your head. You were moaning hard, unsure why it felt so good. He was going in and out and making sure your hold was perfect. He wiped off the drool from your lips and leaned down, kissing you. 

“Princesa mio,” He pulled away and placed his arms on your thigh, plowing your hole, and you didn’t protest; it was as if all thoughts of yours were gone. Eventually he reached his climax, which you could tell as you felt his thighs twitch right against your ass, his moans getting choppier, and the fact that he was getting faster every second. There, you hear him groan for a long time, and he falls onto you. His arms caged you in as you were shaking from the way he would still thrust into you, and there he made you cum, and you cried, holding onto his back as he tried to not fully lay on you.

Breathing could be heard from the two of you, and Carlos finally caught his breath and pulled out of your very tight hole. He smirks and brushes your hair off your face, sweat falling from your forehead. 

“Perdoname mi amor.” He takes his condom off and reaches for a new one after wiping himself with a rag. You nod, wanting him to hold you even tighter. “I won because of you.” You laughed with a low breath. 

“Let's do it every time you are on the podium from now on.” He smirked and grabbed your legs, pulling you to the edge of the bed as he squirted more lube.

It's Never Too Late Masterlist

Summary: You are an elementary school teacher who just moved to Texas for a fresh start when you meet a very handsome man from the Laredo Sheriff's Department coming to give your class a presentation.

After your co-workers pull some strings for you to meet again, you and Javier Peña find yourselves falling head over heels for each other.

Story takes place post Narcos Season 3 in Laredo, Texas, starting May 1997.

Paring: Javier Peña x OFC (Reader is an elementary school teacher whose nickname is Osita, no use of y/n)

Warnings: SMUT (18+ chapters containing marked with * and each chapter will also have its own warnings), language, fluff, romantic comedy, reader has physical descriptions, Javi being so soft and getting all the love and affection he deserves, you two being the biggest weirdos so in love

Status: Ongoing

Let me know if you want to be added to a tag list for new chapters as they come out! :)

Main Story:

Chapter 1: I D.A.R.E. You

Chapter 2: What's Cookin', Good Lookin'?

Chapter 3: I Wanna Be With You Everywhere*

Chapter 4: Add You To My List*

Chapter 5: You're The One That I Want*

Chapter 6: Dinosaurs, Dates and Diners, Oh My!*

Chapter 7: School's Out for Summer*

Chapter 8: My Favorite Cowboy*

Chapter 8.5: 007- Peña, Agent Peña*

Chapter 9: I Promise*

Chapter 10: Happy Birthday, Javi*

Pt. 1*

Pt. 2*

Chapter 11: Abe Froman, Sausage King of Chicago *

Chapter 12: I Love You. I Know. *

Chapter 13: There's No Place Like Home*

Chapter 14: Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas*

Chapter 15: She Shoots, She Scores*

Chapter 16: The Lone Star State*

Chapter 17: No Ifs, Ands, Or Butts*

Chapter 18: Hole in None*

Chapter 19: Good Luck, and Goodnight*

Chapter 20: I Do

Pt. 1*

Pt. 2*

Spin-Off Series:

Forever and Always*: Slices of life following the Peña family after their first child

One Shots (In chronological order of the main storyline):

Movie Night*

Dirty Laundry*

Again*

You're My Home*

Not Yet*

Happy Valentine's Day, Javier Peña*

The Mouse and the Motorcycle

You Make Life Worth It

Take Me Home

Plaid Pajama Morning

Agent Peña*

Every Inch*

Soup for Breakfast

Whatever My Wife Wants*

Oh, Baby

Peanut Butter and Pickles

Asks/Headcannons:

Javi and Osita before work

Javi's DEA Jacket

Javi's Tac Vest

Javi and Osita when they argue

Javi being distractingly cute

Javi when he's sick

Osita when she's pregnant

Osita after a bad day at work

Javi coming home after work to his kids

Extras:

NSFW Alphabet- Javi and Osita

1K Followers Celebration Asks and Answers

Never Too Late Playlist

Mood board

need to know.

(rhysand/cassian/azriel x reader) a/n: i would like to preface this by saying that i have no idea what came over me when i wrote this. it's truly unhinged. please enjoy. warning: this is just 10k of pure filth and a foursome with the bat boys. the smut in this made me question my whole existence. summary: rhysand, cassian, and azriel have shared plenty of things in the past, but their friendship is put to the test when all three of them get down and dirty in the same room.

You weren’t quite sure how you managed to find yourself sandwiched between the two Illyrian warriors while Cassian thrusts into your mouth as you rode Azriel’s face, all while the future High Lord of the Night Court pumps himself at the sight of you getting absolutely obliterated by his brothers, but with your mouth stuffed and sex full, you had no room to complain. Not that you had any intention to.

After all, you wholeheartedly agreed to the proposition that put you in this compromising position in the first place. As Rhysand sends you a wink from across the room, you made a mental note to thank the smug bastard later.

The predicament you were currently in was odd to say the least, especially since you initially started the night thinking that you’d be stumbling into one Illyrian male’s bed and not all three at once. Perhaps the faerie wine had gone straight to your head, but even without the effects of the alcohol, you were already expecting Rhysand’s visit to turn into a marathon of the filthiest, kinkiest sex that you’ve been craving for months. 

It wasn’t very often that Rhys was in town and while you’ve had plenty of lovers before him, none of the males or females you’d invited into your bed were nearly as good as the heir of night, so you made the most of it every time he was allowed to take a break from his rigorous training. Thought you hadn't explicitly discussed becoming exclusive, you knew that neither one of you sought the pleasure of anyone else, but that meant enduring weeks and sometimes months on end without being properly fucked.

Needless to say, it wasn’t even an hour into the night and Rhys had already taken you inside the bathroom of a seedy tavern and again in the dark alley outside before you finally made your way back to the cabin. As Rhysand winnows you to the remote area of the Illyrian mountains, the two of you drunkenly stumble through the door while his tongue slides against yours. With his wicked mouth dipping between your breasts, the dim light glowing through the window didn’t even register as he effortlessly hikes your legs around his waist.

You giggle as Rhys knocks over a lamp on your way to his room, knowing full well that his mother would never let him hear the end of it when she discovers yet another piece of furniture broken by the rowdy winged males occupying her cabin. The thought lingers for a brief second before you busy yourself with sucking on Rhysand’s neck, making his violet eyes roll back into his head. 

“Keep doing that and I’ll have no choice but to take you right here in this hallway,” the Illyrian male groans into your ear. 

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” 

Rhysand smirks. There wasn’t a surface in this cabin that he hasn’t already taken you on. “I’ve missed you, kitten.” 

You chuckle in response. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you were beginning to grow a heart.”

He grinds his erection into your backside, nearly taking out the painting behind you as your back presses against the wall. “That’s not the only thing growing on me, darling”

“Do me a favor and put that smart mouth of yours to good use. Preferably between my legs.” 

The dark chuckle that emanates from his lips is full of promise as he nudges you towards the door. He pauses for a brief second, violet eyes widening with a mixture of surprise and amusement. “It seems as though we’re not the only ones occupying the cabin.”

You crane your neck over his shoulder, noting the soft light flooding the hallway from underneath his closed door. From within the room, the sound of a familiar moan followed by a creaking mattress fills the entire cabin as you stifle a laugh. 

“Is that…Cas?” you ask incredulously. 

Rhys nods. “My brother seems to be in the midst of entertaining a female.” The sharp smack of a chair toppling over joins the creaking before sensual groans echo in tandem with Cassian’s grunts.

For the second time that night, surprise blooms on his handsome face. “I stand corrected. Both of my brothers appear to be engaged in illicit activities in my room.”

You shrug. “Like you said, it’s your room. I’m not missing out on sex just because you Illyrians can’t seem to keep it in your pants. Besides, it’s nothing that Cas and Az haven’t seen before.” 

“Desperate times call for desperate measures.” The utterly wicked smirk that curls through Rhysand’s lips makes you shiver with anticipation. “Try not to be too loud, darling. I wouldn’t want to show off in front of our guests.”

“You’re a cocky bastard, Rhysand.”

The heir of night grins. “Maybe so, but you love it.”

Ignoring the fluttering in your stomach, you playfully roll your eyes and tug at the nape of Rhysand’s neck. “Shut up and kiss me already.”

He only laughs at your aggressiveness, loving every second of the back and forth banter between you. “So needy for me. I suppose everyone else in this cabin will just have to endure you moaning my name over and over again. Though my brothers should be used to it by now."

Though he wasn't technically wrong since you were sure that Cassian and Azriel were more than familiar with the rather loud nature of sex with Rhysand entailed, you still took it as a challenge to wipe that smug smirk off his face. With a wicked grin, your hand dips down the front of his trousers, palming his erection through the fabric. Rhys practically purrs into your mouth as you slide your tongue between his parted lips. Those violet eyes of his darken with lust as you pull away to give him a shit eating grin.

“It seems to me that you’re the needy one, Rhysie.”

“Fuck,” Rhys growls as his cock tightens at the front of his pants. “Have I already told you how much I’ve missed you?”

“Yes, but you know I’ve always been a visual learner.”

With a chuckle, Rhys kicks the door open with you still in his arms. Through a heavy lidded gaze, you vaguely made out the shape of wings flaring across the room. Cassian grins at you from underneath the covers, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as he disappears beneath the sheets. The only indication that he was still there was the moans echoing off of the pretty nymph’s lips as her back arches off the mattress. 

From across the room, Azriel rolls his eyes and gives you a brief nod. The petite pixie on his lap was currently latched onto his neck, lips forming a hot, wet trail down the column of his throat. Shrouded by shadows, the golden glow of the shadowsinger’s eyes settle over you while his brother discards you onto one of the three mattresses lining the spacious room. You felt a shiver snake down your spine at the hunger in Azriel’s eyes, but you didn’t have much time to dwell on it as Rhysand looms above you. 

To anyone else, the current situation would’ve seemed peculiar, but you were comfortable enough around each winged warrior to not give a single fuck that you were all simultaneously having sex within the same vicinity. After all, the first time you met Cassian and Azriel, they had accidentally walked in on Rhysand eating you out in this very room. It seemed like ages ago when you first went home with the future High Lord after a few drinks and flirtatious comments at Rita’s. That fateful night when he took you back to the cabin was the start of your friends with benefits arrangement with Rhys and it’s been going strong ever since. 

Without warning, Rhysand pulls you by the ankles, pinning you beneath his toned body as he pulls the comforter over the both of you. While you were busy ogling his brothers, he’s already wriggled out of his trousers, discarding them to the side of the bed where it fell onto the floor. You eagerly help him out of his shirt, mouth watering at the feel of his chiseled abs beneath your fingers. On your left side, you could feel Azriel’s blatant stare as you lick Rhysand’s six pack, tasting a mixture of rain, salt, and citrus on your tongue. His sensual laughter awakens goosebumps upon your skin. 

“Someone’s a bit eager, aren’t they?” Rhysand nips at your neck, dragging his teeth along your soft skin. “If your intention is to devour me, all you have to do is ask. You know I’m not in the business of denying you, kitten.” 

Gods, you forgot how much you loved the filth that seemed to flow so elegantly out of Rhysand’s mouth. You trace the tattoos inked upon his golden brown skin with your tongue, fingers tangling through his dark hair as you pull him down by the nape of his neck. 

“I want to taste every inch of you, Rhysand. I don’t care if it takes all night.”

The guttural sound that crawls up his throat makes you chuckle with delight. This was always his favorite part. As silver tongued as he was, Rhysand still couldn’t believe he found someone who enjoyed dirty talk as much as he did. You matched his energy word for word and he loved every second of it. 

Cassian seems to share the sentiment as he perks his head up from between his companion’s legs and smirks at you. The arousal that it ignites in your core turns your hands into wandering extensions of yourself as you pull Rhys down to you, kissing him so fiercely that your teeth clash against his mouth as you eagerly bite down on his bottom lip. 

Whatever control Rhys had slips as he rips open the bodice of your dress. In one swift movement, he slips the entire thing right off of you and finally makes good use of that smart mouth of his. Wet, sloppy kisses cover your exposed breasts before Rhysand takes a nipple between his lips, sucking and swirling at the sensitive peak with expert precision. Your back arches off the mattress as a moan makes its way past your parted lips. 

The two males on either side of you paid more attention than they should, hazel gazes locking onto your writhing form. Rhysand grins against your skin, violet eyes drinking in every moan and whine he was eliciting out of you. 

Looks like we’ve got an audience, Rhys teases within your mind. Shall we give my brothers a show? 

You gave him a slight nod, smirking as you flip positions. With you on top and straddling his lap, you had a perfect view of Rhysand’s handsome face as you pushed back his raven locks, sweeping the light sheen of sweat coating his golden brown skin. 

Locking your legs on either side of his hips, Rhysand leans back on the pillows, an arrogant smirk gracing his features while he throws his arms behind his head. You playfully rolls your eyes before sinking down onto his cock, grinning with absolute satisfaction while he groans at the wetness of your cunt coating his length. 

“Godsfuckingdamn,” Rhys hisses as his large hands grip the side of your hips. His fingertips imprint against your skin hard enough to bruise, but neither of you cared. The euphoric feeling of Rhysand filling you to the brim makes you moan in ecstasy. "So fucking perfect."

You rake your fingernails over the marks on his chest, slowly rocking your hips back and forth in a steady rhythm. Rhysand palms your bouncing tits, taking the opportunity to wrap his lips around them as stars wink into existence within that sultry violet gaze. The imagery of his mouth circling your nipple while he pinches the other with his free hand is enough to make you want to cum right then and there. Rhysand looks up at you through thick, dark lashes as you ride him with reckless abandon. You brace your hands onto his shoulders and continue grinding on his cock while you tilt your head back in pure bliss. 

Across the room, Cassian growls as your eyes meet. His large hands grip the nymph’s waist as he takes her from behind, matching the rhythm of his thrusts to the same tempo that you were currently riding Rhysand with. His partner cries out in pleasure as he fucks her into the mattress, but the grin he shot your way was all for you. 

You blush as your gaze takes you to the opposite side of the room. Azriel’s heated gaze was locked on yours as the pixie kneels before him, taking his entire length into her pretty little mouth. The moan that slips past the shadowsinger’s lips makes you quiver. Azriel smirks, fisting the female’s hair into his hands while she chokes on his cock. Shadows pulse around them as Azriel hits the back of her throat again and again. He quirks a brow in your direction while he thrusts into her mouth. A silent challenge. 

That suggestive gesture spurs you to bounce even faster as Rhysand sits upright, his hand fitting around the hollow of your throat like a custom necklace. Your mouth gapes open as you gasp for air and the heir of night prods his tongue inside, swallowing the moans crawling up your throat. When he pulls away, Rhys is grinning from ear to ear. 

Showing off, are we? He purrs into your thoughts. 

“I can’t help it,” you respond out loud. “You feel so fucking good, daddy.” 

Rhysand growls in response. The nickname unleashes the animalistic instinct within him as he quickly flips you over, rutting into you at a relentless pace until you’re nothing but a whining, writhing mess underneath him. You’re panting as Rhys slowly pulls out of you before slamming his hips against yours, hitting that sweet spot that has you crying out his name. 

“Fuck, Rhys,” you moan. “I’m so close.” 

He alternates between shallow grinds and deep thrusts, making you whine in desperation. 

“I don't recall you asking for my permission, darling."

Sweat coats your temples as you look up at that smug smirk. “Can I please cum on your cock, daddy?"

Rhys answers by plunging into you faster, his pace quick and sloppy while he drives you to the edge. By the third or fourth thrust, your toes were curling as the orgasm rocked your entire body. With your back arching off the bed and your walls contracting around his cock with an ironclad grip, Rhysand groans as his own release fills you to the brim. His seed trickles down your leg, the last of his spurts spilling out of you while he rolls onto his back. 

Making good on his promise, Rhys puts his wicked lips to work as he devours your pussy, sucking and swirling while your fingers tangle through his hair. The teasing kitten licks intensifies your orgasm and even more so when he picks up the pace and expertly flicks his tongue against your clit. Before long, you’re nothing but a whining, panting mess as you squirt into Rhysand’s mouth. The arousal dripping out of you like honey makes the male grin against your skin as he kisses his way up to your mouth. The taste of you coats his mouth while his tongue prods into yours, his arms snaking around your waist as he pulls you into his lap, kissing you so deeply and purposefully as though he couldn’t get enough.

“As much as I love eating that pretty pussy of yours, this is what I missed most,” Rhys says in between kisses. “You are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, darling. I think about kissing you all the time.”

Despite the mind boggling sex, Rhysand’s words are what makes your cheeks flush. Kissing is such a deeply intimate act, arguably more than any of the endless positions and kinks that you often tried with one another, which made his declaration that much more impactful. You respond by kissing him slowly, taking your time as you savor his taste. The familiar scent of citrus and the sea makes your head spin as you continue exploring his mouth with your tongue. Gods, you’d missed this. Missed this male more than you cared to admit.

Rather than saying the words, you relish the feel of him underneath your fingertips, savoring the taste that inexplicably wove you under his hypnotizing spell, and showing him all the emotions you can’t put into words as you kiss him like your immortal life depends on it. Minutes pass before either one of you open your eyes again, blissfully fucked out and euphoric.

“You’re probably my favorite person, Rhys.” The Illyrian male smiles as you cup his cheek. Not a smirk, but an actual smile - one that lights up his entire face. Rhysand has always been devastatingly beautiful, but even the stars would be envious of the sight of his genuine smile. “Though if you repeat that to anyone else, I’ll vehemently deny it.”

He chuckles, kissing your temple. “You’re my favorite too, darling.” Rhysand’s gentle smile curves into something more seductive. “Though I may have a proposition for you that’ll earn me a permanent spot.”

You raise a brow, intrigued. When you look around the room, you’re surprised to see that you were the only ones left. You tried not to dwell on the disappointment washing over you at the absence of Cassian and Azriel. 

“Did we scare the others away?”  

Rhysand raises a knowing brow, brushing the sweaty strands of hair clinging to your cheek. “Quite the opposite. My brothers left to escort their companions home. However, they were wondering if you might be open to playing with them when they return.” 

Despite the fact that your sensitive sex was still pulsating from the aftermath of sex with Rhysand, the proposition of three Illyrian males rolling between the sheets with you makes you throb with anticipation. Your arousal wafts up to Rhysand’s nose and a wicked grin spreads across his face. 

“I’ll take that as a yes, kitten.” His gaze darts towards the door. “Which is just as well because the eager bastards are waiting in the hall.” Rhys caresses your cheek. “Do me a favor and put them out of their misery. They’re dying to taste you.” 

You swallow thickly, voice low and raspy as you call out across the dark room. “Come in.” 

The door creaks open and Cassian and Azriel saunter in. They hover by the door with uncertainty as Rhysand chuckles. 

It seems that my brothers need encouraging, Rhys teases silently. Good thing you’re an expert on making males beg.

You smirk, crooking your finger at the Illyrian warriors staring you down. “I heard you two wanted to play. So who wants to go first? Cassian or Azriel?” 

Rhysand pulls you into his lap as his brothers loom by the edge of the bed. He toys with the inside of your thighs, spreading them open for Cassian and Azriel to see. “Don’t worry, boys. She most definitely bites.” 

The shadowsinger steps forward first and the sight of him crawling towards you will forever be burned within the abscesses of your mind. Calling Azriel beautiful seems like a gross understatement, but there was no other word fit to describe the male before you. You reach out to grab his scarred hand, pulling him towards you while you both fall backwards on the mattress. Rhys kisses the top of your forehead before perching himself onto the velvet settee in the middle of the room while inclining his head towards Cassian. He briefly nods, signaling his brother to join you.

It’s not long before Azriel’s mouth is on yours. His kisses are soft at first, tasting and testing, but they turn demanding as you take his bottom lip between your teeth. The shadowsinger gently shoves you back on the mattress, powerful wings flaring behind him in a show of dominance while he takes your face in his hands, slipping his wicked tongue past your parted lips. Azriel tastes different from Rhysand’s mint and whiskey flavor, but just as intoxicating. 

As you fist his hair between your fingers, Azriel slips his hand between your thighs, hissing when he finds you soaking the sheets. 

“Are you always this fucking wet or has my brother neglected to satisfy you?” the shadowsinger asks with a dark chuckle. 

Rhys growls from his seat. “Don’t get cocky now, Az. I’m sharing out of the goodness of my own heart, but I can just as easily revert back to being a selfish, territorial bastard."

You chuckle at their brotherly bickering. “Ignore him, Azriel. I’ll nurse his bruised ego later, but right now, I want to make you feel good. Where do you want me?” 

The grin on Azriel’s face was purely feral. “I want your dripping wet cunt on my tongue, angel.” 

Always the broody one out of his brothers, you almost didn’t recognize the power and authority exuding from the shadowsinger. The old saying was right. The quiet ones were always the kinkiest. 

You gladly oblige Azriel, bracing yourself on the foot of the bed while the male lies on his back. He guides your hips over his face while his shadows tie your ankles to the bedpost. 

“Hang on tight, princess,” was his only warning before he licks a stripe over your sex. 

The slew of curses that fall from your lips makes Azriel chuckle underneath you. His sensuous laughter vibrates between your legs as his marred hands clamp down onto the tops of your thighs. Sloppy wet kisses cover your loins before Azriel sucks harshly on your clit. The action makes you grind against the shadowsinger’s face, riding him like you rode Rhys earlier. 

“That’s right, angel,” Azriel coos below you. “Keep riding my face just like that.” 

The moan that slips past your mouth is swallowed by Cassian’s lips. You groan as he fists your hair into his hands, tilting your mouth up to his in a demanding kiss. The utter possessiveness he displays has the slickness growing wetter between your thighs and the ever so generous shadowsinger licks up every last drop of your arousal, his tongue moving in ways you weren’t even sure tongues could move. 

“I want to taste you, Cas,” you say huskily, tugging at the front of the Illyrian male’s breeches. When your gaze dips up to his eyes, your toes curl at the sheer lust burning within the male. 

“Your wish is my command,” Cassian responds with a smirk. He unbuckles the front of his breeches and his erect cock springs up towards his ridiculously muscled torso. 

Your mouth waters as he walks towards you, lips parting as Cassian swipes his thumb over your bottom lip. 

“Open up, sweetheart.” 

In your dainty hands, Cassian’s length appears almost too big to take, but you welcome the challenge with newfound brazenness. Lounging lazily on his velvet chair as though it were a throne, Rhysand watches through heavy lids while he palms his erection in his hands as Azriel buries his tongue deep within you, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves as you shamelessly grind against his mouth. The shadowsinger gives your ankle an encouraging squeeze as you lick the tip of Cassian’s cock. 

His precum coats your tongue with salt and musk as you grip his shaft, slowly pumping him into your mouth while the Illyrian cups your cheek. You lick up his shaft before taking all of Cassian between your lips. The male curses above you, hands fisting in your hair while you look up at him through your lashes. Drool collects at his groin while you sloppily suck him off, suctioning your cheeks tighter as Cassian thrusts against the back of your throat.

“Such a pretty little mouth,” Cassian declares with a groan. “I love the way your lips wrap around my cock.”

“Exquisite, isn’t she?” Rhys teases, mouth falling slack as he continues to pleasure himself to the sight of Cassian fucking your mouth while Azriel continues eating you out. 

Does this turn you on, kitten? Letting me watch while you suck Cassian’s cock and soak Azriel’s face with your arousal? 

You lower the mental shield within your mind, sending a message of your own. 

Don’t be jealous, Rhys. There’s plenty of me to go around.

The dark caress of his amused laughter echoes through your thoughts. 

“You taste so sweet, angel,” Azriel moans against your clit. “I can see why my brother’s been keeping you all to yourself. We’ll change that, won’t we?” 

“Fuck, yes Az,” came out garbled as you choke on Cassian’s length. 

You were pretty sure that you’d agree to anything Azriel asked you to do at this point. The shadowsinger seems to sense this too, because his shadows flutter up to your nipples, pinching and twisting as he brings you closer and closer to that sweet release. 

“Gonna cum for me, angel?” he asks teasingly, cupping your ass lightly while he swirls his tongue against your clit. 

You nod while pumping Cassian with your hand, bringing him to the edge of his orgasm while Azriel guides you toward yours. The two of you reach your peaks together and you swallow up every last drop of Cassian’s seed as he spurts into your mouth. Azriel clamps down on your thighs as you squirt all over his face, soaking the bed with your juices while he laps up your arousal. 

With Cassian collapsing next to you, Azriel pulls you underneath him, that devious grin looming over you as he smashes your lips together, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Your teeth clash together as you greedily savor the taste of Azriel, nipping at his jaw, neck, ear - basically any surface of skin that the shadowsinger allows access to. 

“Are you ready for another round, princess?” he whispers raggedly, hiking your leg over his shoulder and kissing the side of your knee. “I made you come with my tongue, but I wanna feel that pussy squeeze around my cock.” 

Cauldron boil you, Azriel was absolutely fucking filthy. You were so aroused that your skin felt like it was on fire. 

“I want you,” you manage to draw out. “No, I need you, inside of me, Azriel.” 

That damned smirk of his was going to be the death of you. “You don’t have to ask me twice, princess.” 

Azriel teases the tip of his cock along your slit, coating himself with your arousal before he slips two fingers into your cunt. You whine at the pleasure of his touch and your eyes widen with full blown lust while Azriel brings his middle and pointer finger to your lips. You suck them clean, fluttering your lashes up at the shadowsinger while he flashes you a proud smile. 

“Good girl,” he praises. His gaze leaves you for a second as he glances behind him.

Rhysand and Cassian switch, the latter taking the seat in the corner of the room while the former crawls in behind you, kissing the back of your neck while he presses your back against his chest. The future High Lord cradles you between his thighs as his fingers splay against the hollow of your throat, turning your head ever so slightly before possessively sticking his tongue down your throat. Your head spins, lost in the taste of him while he smirks against your mouth. 

“I was starting to feel left out, kitten.” Rhysand’s hands wander over your body before he’s spreading your legs open for Azriel. “But I’ll play nice and share with my brother.” 

Azriel rolls his eyes, pressing a kiss against your cheek. “Ready, princess?” 

You nod, flashing him a smile. “Ready, Az.”

The shadowsinger plunges himself into you slowly, releasing a grunt as your walls stretch to take all of him in. Still sensitive from the orgasm he generously brought you through, your pussy pulsates while his cock fills you the the hilt. 

“You take my cock so well,” Azriel breathes, caressing your cheek. “It’s like you were made for it.”

“Isn’t her pussy so wet and tight? I think about burying myself inside this sweet little cunt of hers every waking moment,” Rhys groans in your ear, his filthy words making your eyes roll back.

Azriel grunts in agreement and begins to move, snapping his hips to yours while he hikes your legs over his shoulders. Rhysand kisses the side of your neck as his thumb rubs dizzying circles onto your clit. Not to be outdone, the shadowsinger’s strokes quite literally hypnotizes you as he buries himself deep within your walls, the tip of his dick curving to hit the sweet spot at the top of your cervix. Azriel’s dark wings encompass the entirety of his back as they flare with each thrust. 

He dips his forehead lower to yours, surveying the way your head rolls back onto Rhysand’s shoulder, hands pushing back at Azriel’s chest as you whine underneath him.

“You’re too big, Az. I-I can’t take any more,” you whimper. 

Azriel caresses the inside of your thigh and presses a tender kiss to your temple. “You can and you will, angel. You’ll take every inch of me that I give you because you’re my good little girl, aren’t you?” 

Rhys tilts your chin up as Azriel pushes your legs against your chest. “Azriel asked you a question, kitten.”

The shadowsinger nudges your nose with his, waiting patiently as his shallow thrusting teases at your entrance. 

You nod, swiping at the sweat and tears pooling at the corner of your eyes. Gods, these males were pushing you to lengths you weren’t even sure you had the stamina to endure, literally and figuratively. But the pleasure outweighed the pain and you wanted to please Azriel. To hear him call you a good girl until he was filling you up with his arousal. 

“I can take it, Azriel. Fill all of me.” 

Azriel lovingly pats your cheek, kissing you deeply before parting your lips with his tongue. “Open wide, princess.” 

You oblige the shadowsinger and your jaw falls slack. Azriel puckers his lips and spits into your open mouth. Your eyes widen in disbelief and you can’t help but think that whatever Azriel was showing you tonight was merely a small glimpse of the moves he had in his arsenal. The shadowsinger was an absolute freak in bed and you weren’t sure that one encounter would be enough to satiate your curiosity. Especially since Rhysand literally opened you up to it. 

“Such a good girl,” Azriel moans before once again plunging into you. 

You both groan in pleasure, relishing the tight fit while Azriel bucks his hips at a punishing pace. The Illyrian was quite literally fucking you dumb. With every thrust, stars glitter behind your eyes as the pressure builds in your lower abdomen. As if that weren’t enough, Rhysand’s feather light touch roams all over your body, toying with your nipples in one hand whilst the other rubs against your clit with just the right amount of friction. 

“Can you show Az that iron grip, kitten?” Rhys purrs into your ear. 

The shadowsinger’s eyes widen as you clench around his length, nearly coming right then and there as your vice grip holds his cock in place. 

“Fuck,” Azriel curses, his head dipping to the crook of your neck. He sucks at your collarbone, running the tops of his teeth over your skin. “I can see why you race home to see her every chance you get, Rhys. You’ve been a selfish bastard keeping her all to yourself.” 

Cassian groans from his seat. “He’s just afraid she’ll like us more than him.” Rhys growls, but his brother only smirks. “What’s the matter, Rhysand? Can’t handle a little competition?” 

You chuckle, tangling your fingers through Azriel’s dark locks. “Play nice, boys. Everyone gets a turn.” 

Rhysand chuckles darkly. “Getting greedy now, aren’t we? Do you need a reminder of who fucks you best, kitten?”

The words skitter over your skin. This possessive side of Rhys was turning you on more than anything you've done this entire night. You loved that you awakened this side of him.

It's you, Rhys. It's always you.

Satisfaction blooms in those violet eyes. Don't you ever forget it, darling.

Azriel sneers. “I think you might need a lesson in manners,” the shadowsinger says with a mischievous grin. “The fact that you're even able to talk means I’m not doing my job properly. Let’s fix that, princess.”

He gestures to Cassian who strolls forward with his length glistening in his hand. His brother points towards your chest and it takes a second for you to realize what he was telling Cassian to do. The Illyrian warrior places his strong thighs on either side of you, hovering a few inches above as he cups your breasts in his large hands. He presses your tits together before sliding his dick through the crevice. 

At the same time that his slickness slides over your chest, Azriel pounds into you with newfound fervor, determined to fuck you silly until you couldn’t even remember your own name. Rhysand’s erection presses against your back while his brothers completely devour you.

The mewling pants echoing through the room told each male that you were close to release. As Azriel bucks his hips against yours, waves of pleasure wash over you again and again. 

“Harder, Az. Please. I want to feel all of you.” 

Azriel responds with a punishing snap of his hips and it knocks the breath out of you as you feel him deep within your guts. 

“You like it just as rough as I do,” the shadowsinger chuckles with amazement. 

“Absolutely.” 

“Fucking.” 

“Filthy.” 

He slams his hips with each word, eliciting a whine out of you.

“Az, I’m so fucking close. Gods, right there-“ 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-“ Cassian curses as you both cum at the same time. His load blows all over your face while you cum around Azriel’s dick.

Cassian rolls off of you, kissing the side of your neck while Azriel prods your mouth with his glistening length. You open your mouth and lick him clean until every drop of your juice is cleared off of him. It doesn’t take long until Azriel cums, spilling ribbons of his hot seed on your tongue. It mixes with Cassian’s arousal and you swallow all of it at once. 

Azriel wipes up his cum from the corner of your mouth, kissing you on the cheek. “My greedy little cock fiend,” he murmurs against the side of your mouth. “I love watching my cum drip out of you.” 

“I’m glad you enjoy the sight brother, but it’s my turn now,” Rhys growls, tilting your head to meet his lustful gaze. “Switch.”

The shadowsinger rolls his eyes, but moves nonetheless. Rhysand settles between your legs and cradles your face in his hands, pressing kisses all over your flushed cheeks. “Are you alright, darling?” He nuzzles his nose against yours, examining your features. “Do you need a break?” 

Azriel pulls you into his lap, lips brushing against your neck. “We can stop any time you want. You’re in control tonight.” 

You nod, feeling the aftermath of the back to back orgasms hit you at once. “Can we lie down for a second?” your gaze flickers up to Azriel shyly. “I think I just need to catch my breath.” 

“Of course, sweetheart,” Cassian says from your left side, raking his fingers over your hair. 

The scalp massage felt heavenly and had you crawling into his lap. With your head resting between his crossed legs, you twine your fingers through Azriel’s scarred ones, pulling him flush against you. You take Rhysand’s hand and place him behind you and he chuckles, resting his chin on top of your head as he spoons you. 

“C’mere angel,” Azriel beckons. 

His soft hazel eyes are warm and inviting and you sigh in contentment as you nuzzle into his neck. He smells like sweat and sex, but the underlying notes of night chilled mist and cedar peaks through and fills your senses with his delicious scent. Despite how tired you were, Azriel smells intoxicating and the hollow of his throat was practically begging to be kissed. His husky laugh vibrates against your lips as you drag them over his neck. 

“I thought you were resting.” 

“Kissing is resting,” you reply. 

The shadowsinger chuckles. “Well, in that case…” he trails off, mouth meeting yours in an eager kiss. The little sound of satisfaction he makes has your skin heating all over again. 

Ever the jealous male, Rhysand tilts your chin and kisses you long and hard while Azriel trails open mouthed kisses along your neck. Rhys squeezes your ass, grinding his erection against your backside. You gasp at his hardness, but your attention is pulled towards Azriel as he flicks his wicked tongue against your nipple. He releases your tit with a pop before moving onto the other, his hand dipping between your thighs. 

The shadowsinger is delighted to find you sopping wet, juices glistening on his fingers as he brings them between his lips. His eyes roll back as the sweet taste of your arousal fills his mouth. Azriel grips the back of your head, mashing your lips together while you groan with need. 

Rhys is quick to respond, slipping his own fingers into your pussy while you continue kissing Azriel. Your hand grips the heir of night’s erection, thumb swirling the precum around his tip. As Azriel’s hand clamps around your throat, you guide Rhysand’s cock along your entrance. He groans as he buries himself inside you, feeling the slickness coat him while he slowly slides in and out. 

Above you, Cassian’s hardness presses against his thigh and you grip him in your hand while Rhys fucks into you. It’s overwhelming to feel him filling you up once again, but he makes sure to give you plenty of encouragement. 

“Daddy missed your pretty pussy,” Rhys growls into your ear. You groan into Azriel’s mouth as you grind down onto Rhys. The future High Lord smirks against your back, biting your shoulder while you continue to ride him. “Why is it that every time I have my cock in you, you turn into the filthiest little slut?” 

He grips your hips, stopping you from sinking further down into him. You whine as Azriel watches you with amusement. 

“P-please Rhys. I need to feel you.” 

Rhysand swirls his hips and teases you with his tip. “That’s not my name.” 

“Please, daddy.” 

Azriel chuckles, toying with your hair before kissing you again. Rhysand lets out a pleased hum into your neck and rams himself back inside of you. You cry out in pleasure, rubbing your hand along Cassian’s length while he eagerly ruts against your fingertips.

With Rhysand’s pace growing quicker and sloppier, Azriel’s shadows expertly rub at the nub of sensitive nerves of your clit and bring you closer to yet another orgasm. Ever in sync, you and Rhysand reach your release together. The future High Lord practically leaves teeth marks along your back as he bites down, spurting into you as you clench tightly around him. He tilts your chin towards him, shoving his tongue down your throat, claiming you with a growl.

I may be sharing tonight, but don’t forget who you belong to. This pussy is mine and so are you, darling.

When you open your eyes, Rhysand’s possessive stare pierces through you. You caress his cheek, tracing his bottom lip with your thumb.

I’m yours, Rhys.

Grinning, he kisses your forehead and inclines his chin towards Cassian.

Good, now open your mouth. Daddy wants to watch you swallow.

With your fourth or fifth orgasm of the night, you were feeling quite generous, pumping Cassian faster while he shudders above you. He growls, spreading your lips while he positions his cock into your mouth. 

“Wanna feel that wet mouth around my cock while I cum,” the Illyrian pants as ribbons of his hot seed spurt into your open mouth. “That’s right, sweetheart. Swallow like a good little whore.” 

You’re nearly soaking at his words and judging by the smirk on that handsome face of his, Cassian knew exactly how much you enjoyed being called a whore. It would’ve been degrading in any other instance, but the soft kiss he places on your forehead while he tenderly cleans you up told you that he’d only ever use those words to heighten your arousal. 

Tuckered out and in serious need of a water break, Cassian rises from the bed, the sheets sliding off of his naked body. You whine at the loss of his warmth against you, but he only winks in response. 

“Don’t think we’re done yet, sweetheart. You made me cum twice tonight and I have every intention to return the favor, but for now, I think it’s only fair for you to take care of Az.” 

Cassian strokes your hair before leaving the room. Once you’re done ogling his backside, you face the shadowsinger once again, your wandering hands already wrapping around his erection. 

“I want to take care of you, Azriel,” you tell the male with a wicked grin. “But I need to get on my hands and knees for that.” 

You look back at Rhys and chuckle as realization dawns in those vivid violet eyes. He nods to Azriel, who was staring at the both of you curiously. “She wants me to take her from behind while she sucks your cock.” 

“I won’t say no to that,” the shadowsinger says with a wink. 

The door opens as Cassian trudges in with a jug of water in his hands. He winks when he notices your gaze lingering on his nakedness, handing you the glass with a kiss. 

“Drink up, sweetheart. You’re going to need it for what we’re about to do.” 

Not realizing how dehydrated you were, you just about down the whole jug. Cassian chuckles in amusement and swipes at the droplets of water trickling down your mouth. He sets the jug down and gestures to Azriel, who was waiting patiently as he cradles you between his legs. 

“Now where were we?” you ask as you crawl on all fours. 

On your hands and knees, you’re surprised to find Rhys letting Cassian take the lead behind you while he watches from the edge of the bed. The future High Lord raises a brow. 

“Perhaps tonight is the night I finally learn how to share,” he says with a feline smirk. 

Cassian doesn’t have to be told twice as he grips your hips, pumping himself twice before lining himself up at your entrance. When he plunges into you, it felt like the girth and length of his dick was going to split you in half. 

With shaking palms, you turn your attention back to Azriel. The shadowsinger cups your cheek, swiping at the tears leaking out of your eyes as Cassian pounds into you. With tonight’s unexpected refresher on multitasking, you pump Azriel’s erection into your hand. You lick up his entire shaft, swirling your tongue around his tip before giving it a sloppy kiss. 

“It’s my turn to pleasure you, Az.” 

He chuckles darkly. “Come on then, princess. Let’s see what that wicked tongue of yours can do.”

The challenge rushes through your veins as you take him deep, gagging on his length as he hits the back of your throat. You hum against Azriel and the vibration reverberates through his entire body, making him involuntarily buck his hips further into your mouth. Full of smug satisfaction, you suck and swirl, suctioning your cheeks while the shadowsinger writhes underneath you. It’s a reward in itself to hear him moan so beautifully, the sound echoing off the walls while you attempt to tamper down your own pants as Cassian continues fucking into you. 

You wanted to cum so badly, but you made sure to deliver on your promise to Azriel first. As you lick, spit, and suck his dick, you take the time to cup his balls in your hand, taking each one between your lips while the shadowsinger’s growls grow even louder. You can tell he’s close by the way he’s twitching against your lips. 

“Cum for me, Azriel.”

The words take him by surprise and his orgasm hits him hard, filling your mouth with hot liquid as you swallow his cum. Some of his arousal spills on his groin, but you don’t miss a single drop, lapping it up with determination. 

Azriel murmurs his thanks, planting kisses all over your face before tasting himself on your mouth. “My kinky girl,” he says breathlessly. “I have a feeling this is just the beginning.” 

Cassian hums in agreement, fisting your hair in his hands. “Now come on, sweetheart. I believe I owe you an orgasm or two.”

“Gods, I feel like you’re tearing me apart, Cas. I don’t know if I can cum two more times.” 

The Illyrian warrior tugs you backward, shoving his tongue down your throat while you groan in pleasure. “Are you whining, baby? Because bratty girls get spanked.”

Fuck. That awakens a whole new need within you. Cassian senses the shift in your scent as the comment practically makes you cream on his length. 

“Cauldron boil me, you do want to be spanked.” He cups your ass, kneading the soft tissue and making you moan in response. With a wicked smirk, Cassian brings his large hand down and slaps your right ass cheek. 

The impact makes you lurch in surprise, launching you directly into Azriel. He sees the delight in your eyes and chuckles. 

“I think she wants more, Cas.” Those hazel eyes flicker through your features before he braces you against his solid chest. “Spank her again.” 

Cassian obliges and smacks your left cheek while Azriel holds you up. You whimper, feeling hot all over as Cassian turns your chin towards him, kissing you roughly. 

“Do you like that, baby girl?” he asks in a gravelly voice, laced with lust and desire. 

“Yes, Cas.” You look into those hazel eyes, tracing the slit over his right brow while he shivers underneath your touch. “I love it when you spank me.” 

The roar that comes out of his mouth sounds purely predatory as he palms your ass again, his lips lathering each cheek with open mouthed kisses. Without warning, he smacks you so hard you wouldn’t be surprised to find his handprint imprinted onto your ass cheek. 

“Harder.” You wail as Cassian mounts you again, tangling his fingers into your hair while he grinds himself into you. 

“What was that, sweetheart? I don’t think I heard you. You’re going to have to be louder than that.”

You bury yourself into Azriel’s neck and the shadowsinger steadies your shaking arms. 

“Spank me harder,” you plead. “Please, Cassian.” 

Cassian smirks at you, but gladly obliges. His free hand comes down on your ass so loudly that the sound of his spanks echo through the entire cabin. The filthy ringing of his smacks combined with the squelching sound of his cock in your pussy is too much to bear for the both of you. 

Your back arches as Cassian ruts into you at a faster pace, leaning over to kiss the base of your spine as you cry out in pleasure. He palms your bouncing tits and pulls at your hair while pushing your head into Azriel’s lap. Your cheek rests against the shadowsinger’s thigh as you feel yourself about to reach the precipice of another orgasm. 

“Let go, sweetheart. We’ve got you.” 

At Cassian’s words, release racked through your body. The intensity of the orgasm hits you all at once and your pussy throbs sensitively while Cassian pulls out and replaces his cock with his tongue. His kitten licks lap up all of your juices as he spreads you wide, sucking harshly on your clit while you whine. 

“You’ve got one more in you, baby,” he growls between your thighs. 

Tears of pleasure coat your cheeks and Azriel kisses each drop away while encouraging you to ride it out. You turn over, body limp as your gaze falls to Rhysand who’s watching all of this transpire with slightly parted lips. Thanks to Cassian’s skilled tongue, it’s not long before you’re brought over the edge again and pleasure slams into you so hard that you’re on the verge of sobbing. 

Please, Rhys. I need you beside me.

Rhysand doesn’t even think twice before sliding into the mattress, taking you from Azriel’s arms as he rocks you back and forth. The heir of night cradles you, praising you for doing so well before tucking you into his chest. He cleans you up with a hot towel that one of his brothers brought in from the bathing room, all while whispering soothing words and holding you gently. Absolutely fucked out, you lean into him and let him spoon your aching body into his own. You melt into Rhys, feeling an overwhelming sense of peace as he pulls you tightly into him.

He presses a kiss onto your temple as your lids grow heavier by the second. “You can rest now, darling. I’ve got you and I’m not letting go any time soon.” 

Exhaustion pierces you like an ash arrow while Rhysand cuddles you. 

“Goodnight, Rhysie,” you murmur softly into his neck. 

Unbeknownst to you, the nickname tugs at Rhysand’s heartstrings as he brushes your hair away from your face. The last thing you remember is the fond smile on his face while he kisses you goodnight. 

“Goodnight, kitten.”

The next morning, you wake to the sounds of clattering metal and hushed voices. Sunlight streams through the window as you slowly open your eyes, groaning when you find the spot next to you empty. You’re not alone for long though because Rhysand was now pushing through the door with a tray in his hands. 

You perk up at the sight, mouth watering as the delicious smell of waffles fills your senses. Your favorite. 

“Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well?” 

You blink, examining Rhys from head to toe, grinning at the pink apron tied around his torso and the streak of flour clinging to his cheek. 

“I think I might still be dreaming,” you say with a chuckle. “Because there’s no way Rhysand, infamous Illyrian baby, is actually bringing me breakfast in bed.” 

He rolls his eyes fondly. “I’ll have you know, I’m a perfectly capable cook.” 

A sneer echoes from the hallway as Cassian and Azriel enter the room. The latter is holding a glass of orange juice which the shadowsinger carefully sets on the bedside table before kissing your temple. You smile shyly up at him, still in awe of how beautiful the male was. How beautiful all of them were, really. 

“Capable isn’t the word I’d use, brother.” Cas teases with a laugh. “I saw the burnt batch you threw out. What were you trying to do? Burn the whole godsdamned cabin down?” 

“You’re just cranky because Rhys didn’t save you a waffle,” Azriel points out with amusement. 

Rhysand groans. “Can you two let her have a moment of peace before you march in here with your incessant hovering?” 

Cassian grins and shoots you a wink. “Sorry sweetheart, Rhys is right. We should let you recuperate after last night’s strenuous activities.” 

The heir of night sets the tray before you with a nervous smile. Well, as nervous as he could manage with a face like that. It was almost seductive, honestly. Just like everything Rhys did.

You smile sweetly at him. “Thank you, Rhysie. This is so sweet of you.”

You had to give it to the male. Even if your waffles were on the crispier side, you could tell that he put a lot of thought into arranging everything on your plate, adding silvers of bacon on the side with slices of butter and a pot of syrup positioned on each side of the plate. 

The three of them watch you in silence as you eat and you can’t help but grin. Azriel hands you the glass of orange juice as soon as your gaze dips to it while Rhys and Cas perch on the edge of the bed. The way they were fussing over you was almost comical, preening like mother hens despite the fact that all three of them had taken turns obliterating you last night. 

As you chew, Cassian swipes a piece of bacon from your plate and pops it into his mouth.

“Stop hogging all the bacon, Cas.” Rhysand reprimands, swatting his brother’s hand away. 

“You’re one to talk, you hog.” Cassian responds with a roll of his eyes. He quirks a brow at you, smirking. “Last night would’ve happened a lot sooner if Rhys wasn’t such a possessive bastard. Though I can’t say I blame him. I wouldn’t want to share you either.” 

The blush that creeps up your cheeks was ironic, given all the filthy things that were uttered in this room just a few hours ago. You found it oddly comforting that you were all still able to act normal after all that transpired between the four of you. 

“Yes, yes,” Rhysand says with a dramatic wave of his hands. “I’m a selfish bastard, but I’m learning how to share.” 

Azriel chuckles. “Thank the Cauldron for that because I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, angel.” 

You beam at the three males. “Giant Illyrian babies, each and every one of you. Haven’t you ever heard the saying, the more, the merrier?” 

Rhysand laughs. “Believe it or not, I don’t think this is what the original speaker intended, but I’m glad to see that you’re recovering well.” He glances at his brothers with a smirk. “Now if you two are done hovering, kitten and I would like some privacy.” 

The Ilyrians males roll their eyes. Azriel takes your hand and presses a kiss onto your knuckles. 

“Until next time, angel.”

Cassian ruffles your hair as he pecks your cheek. “We’ll come out to play again. After my brother has had his fill of being a needy, clingy bastard.” 

The door shuts behind the winged warriors, leaving you alone with Rhysand. He smoothly slides the tray away from your lap and nuzzles up to you with a grin. 

“Feeling especially cruel this morning, aren't you Rhysie?” you chuckle as he sidles up to your side, arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace as he pulls you into his lap. “Was it really necessary to kick them out?” 

"Give me some credit. I played nicely and shared with my brothers, but now I want you all to myself.” Rhysand prods his nose into your neck, lips grazing your soft skin. “I meant what I said last night. I really did miss you and not for the reasons you think.” 

“I missed you too, Rhys.” You gaze into those violet eyes, at the male you wholeheartedly trusted with your mind and body. And perhaps also with your heart. “I always miss you when you’re gone.” 

A smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “That reminds me. I did have something important to tell you before you pounced on me in that seedy tavern restroom.” You playfully roll your eyes, gesturing for him to continue. 

“My visit isn’t just the usual break from training. I’m coming home. To Velaris,” he pauses, weighing his words with an uncertainty that you’ve never seen on him before. “To you. If you’ll have me.” 

You grin so widely your cheeks ache. “Of course I will. You’re my best friend Rhys. You know me better than anyone in this realm. I trust you with my mind, body, and heart and I’ve known the latter for longer than I care to admit.” 

“I know,” the heir of night says with a smirk. “And I feel the same way about you, too. I’ve been in love with you since the moment you marched up to me and demanded that I buy you a drink at Rita’s.” 

“I love you too, you smug prick.” Rhysand goes in for a kiss, but you dart out of his way. “Forgetting something? I don’t think I ever heard a formal request to be your girlfriend.”

The future High Lord only smirks. “I made you breakfast, darling. That’s the equivalent of me getting on my knees and begging. Though if that’s what you truly want, all you have to do is ask.”

“Funny. I’m usually the one on my knees for you, boyfriend.”

Rhysand’s dark laughter caresses your consciousness as he grazes his lips over yours, loving the way the new title sounded. 

“That can be arranged, girlfriend.” 

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Rulebreaker | CS55

pairing: fem brat!reader x brat tamer!carlos sainz jr

genre: smut, 18+ MINORS DNI, language, dom!carlos x brat!reader, spanking (mostly with hands, briefly with a belt), sir kink, degradation, a wee bit of praise, names used for reader (princesa, cariño, slut, good girl), fingering, unprotected p in v (use protection irl!!!), mention of safeword but no use of it, aftercare

requested: sort of based on an ask I got for another driver that I couldn't make it work for

word count: 5.3k

author's note: i hope y'all like this one! i've been working on this for ages now and it got really really long so as always feedback of any kind is much appreciated!

You knew you weren't supposed to.

You knew you really weren't supposed to.

But it had been weeks without seeing Carlos and at this point you felt like you were losing your mind, so you muster the strength to drag yourself upstairs to your bedroom.

Really it was Carlos' bedroom, since you were housesitting for him while he was gone. You weren't sure if that was making it better or worse - constantly being surrounded by his things, sleeping in his sheets, wearing his shirts because they smelled like him.

At least for right now, those last two were about to be very helpful, as you dropped yourself onto the still messy sheets you'd been sleeping in, inhaling the scent of him as you grabbed your vibe from your bedside table where you'd stashed it. You knew you weren't supposed to touch yourself, so you really didn't even know why you'd brought it in the first place, but you just needed some kind of relief - even without Carlos here to give it to you.

The fluffy pillows and sheets seemed to envelop you as you sank further in them, sighing with contentment as you started to trail your hands along your inner thighs, briefly teasing yourself through your panties before quickly discarding them, leaving you clothed only in an old t-shirt of Carlos'. His name left your lips in a breath as the vibrator made contact with your clit, tracing light circles around the bud before slowly applying more and more pressure.

You felt yourself getting wetter as you went, the shirt so oversized that it rested below your butt, meaning that when a drop of your arousal trailed down from your cunt, it landed on Carlos' shirt. It was so filthy that a moan tore out of you, harsh and unexpected, at the thought of your arousal mixing with the smell of him on the shirt, digging your face deeper into the pillow next to your head to inhale him as much as you could. Your back had started to bow off the bed, legs twitching around your hand as you fought to keep them open. Forcing your other hand to leave its spot latched onto the sheets at your side, you slowly sank a finger into yourself, just barely brushing that spot as you -

Heard your ringtone go off.

Huffing in frustration, you instinctively went to turn your phone off when you stopped to actually read the name on the screen. You dropped everything else you'd been doing, picking up the phone before it finished the third ring.

"Carlos!"

His chuckle came through the speaker first, deeper than usual, and a little bit scratchy, telling you that wherever he was (you'd lost track at this point), he'd just woken up. "Hi, cariño, how're you doing?"

"I'm fine, I miss you though," you inhaled deeper than you normally would've, the effort to catch your breath reminding you of what you'd just been doing, and just how much you were not supposed to be doing it. "A lot," you added belatedly, swallowing hard to try not to show your actions in your voice.

"I know, I miss you too. Are you taking care of yourself while I'm gone? Your voice sounds a little hoarse." He was only being sweet, but your mouth went dry at the question, mind racing to try and come up with a convincing enough excuse that- "Cariño? Are you still there?"

Shit. "Oh, um - yes! Sorry, I think the call cut out or something," you mumbled, hoping if you said it quickly enough he wouldn't think too hard about what you'd said. "But yeah, I think I might have a little cold. Nothing too bad, but my throat's been a little," you cleared your throat with a small (and hopefully convincing) cough, "sore for most of the day."

"Oh, well I'm sorry to hear that, princesa," Carlos cooed sympathetically, but there was a slight edge to his voice that you found a little odd, almost mocking. "You know how I hate it when you lie to me." Confused at how he'd found you out, you freeze, your lack of a response prompting him to explain, "I can hear your vibrator buzzing through the phone. Not that I needed that to tell what you've been doing, but that makes it pretty obvious, no?"

Your eyes went wide, darting to the vibe where it sat, abandoned and still buzzing away, where you'd thrown it down on the sheets. Shutting it off quickly, you shoved it away under the sheets, like that would make any sort of difference when he'd already heard it and knew what it was.

"Carlos, I-"

"Honestly, cariño, did you really think I wouldn't notice?" His voice had gone hard, still gruff and deep from having slept, and that ache in your core that you'd temporarily forgotten about returned tenfold at the sound of it. "Did you forget how much time I've spent memorizing all the little noises you make? The way your breathing changes when you're close? The way you either talk too slow or too fast because you can't think straight? The scratch in your voice when you've had your mouth hanging open while you moan?"

You could only clench your thighs in response, inhaling shakily at his filthy words. The idea of him being so occupied with thoughts of you and the ways you sounded when he touched you these past few weeks made you flush with heat, feeling it spread down your neck and chest, under the fabric of his shirt.

"You only had to wait a few more days, and you couldn't even manage that, could you? So disobedient, princesa," his breathing had deepened, and you realized with a start that your hand had returned to the apex of your thighs, trailing along the hem of the shirt laying atop your bare legs where they were tucked under you.

"I - I'm sorry," you finally breathed out. "I couldn't help it. You've just been gone for so long, and your rules are so unfair." Your voice took on a whine as you spoke, flopping down onto your back dramatically as you sighed. You'd been caught, so there was no real point in trying to behave anymore.

Carlos chuckled again, this time much darker than the last, "I know you think they're unfair, princesa. I can tell from how much you complain about them, and from how often you break them," voice tightening, like he was restraining himself. The sound of it sent your hand beneath the fabric of his t-shirt, creeping back towards your still exposed, still weeping cunt.

"Then maybe those rules should change," your fingers, still damp with your arousal, grazed your clit. "Since they don't seem to be working too well," the words rushed out of just a little too fast as you began to circle the bud again.

"Watch it, cariño. There's a reason you're not in charge," he warned, the exercise of authority making you whimper. "Now, be a good girl and get those fingers out of your tight little pussy."

You took a breath.

"Or what?"

Carlos' end of the call fell silent for a moment longer than you expected.

"You are playing with fire here, princesa."

The phone line clicked, and the call ended.

You tossed your phone to the end of the bed, frustrated in every way imaginable. If he was going to be such an asshole, the least he could do was let you get off to the sound of his voice while he was gone. Now, you were even more desperate than before, and in a few days' time when he returned, you knew he'd punish you.

A devilish thought occurred to you. If you were already in trouble, you might as well enjoy it then, right? Get as much out of the time before he came home as you possibly could.

You fell asleep right there later that night, satisfied (for now) and surrounded by the smell of Carlos and you mingling on his sheets. When the sun woke you, you'd slept so hard that for a brief moment the emptiness of the bed surprised you, before remembering that you still had four more days to go. And just like that, the frustration returned.

Completely undaunted by the disobedience now, you reached right down between your thighs, touching yourself to the thoughts of Carlos that had swum through your mind last night. You were so desperate.

So absorbed by the feeling of it.

So blind to anything but chasing that pleasure.

You didn't even hear the front door unlock.

Or the drop of a bag inside the doorway.

The sound of shoes walking through the living room.

Padding up the stairs.

Stopping in the threshold of the room.

Of his room.

"Dios, you are such a fucking brat."

The sound ripped you away from your fantasies, gasping as you sat straight up and nearly screaming out of shock. Carlos stood at the foot of your bed - his bed - watching you, dark eyes contrasting with the stark white shirt he wore, the first few buttons undone, and the sleeves rolled up his forearms. His hair was mussed (though probably not as badly as yours), like he'd barely slept on the plane, and his hands, hidden by the pockets of his dress pants, were undoubtedly clenched, judging by the bulging veins in his forearms. He looked furious.

He was furious. Had been ever since that phone call with you, after hearing your voice, breathy and full of attitude. He kept being furious during the pointless meetings he had to sit through for hours about god knows what, during the entire plane ride where his head swam with thoughts of you and what he would do to you when he got his hands on you, and during his drive back to his house where his knuckles went white from his grip on the wheel. And now, looking at you, sprawled in his bed, clad only in one of his shirts, moaning his name, he couldn't hold back the intense, primal feelings of possession that flooded him. With your face hot and breaths coming fast, eyes hazy with sleep and lust, and legs spread wide in front of him, leaving your pussy on display, glistening like you were welcoming him home, he knew he would've ruined you anyways, even without your constant disobedience. You couldn't follow his rules because you needed him that badly. Needed to feel his presence even when he wasn't there. He certainly had no issue with reminding you just how much he owned you.

"Carlos... you're... home early," you mumbled, out of breath from the shock of his arrival and the buildup of pleasure it ruined.

"Is that all you have to say for yourself?" He prowled closer to the end of the bed, and you subconsciously drew yourself closer to the headboard. You swallowed hard, clamping your jaw shut and refusing to give him any sort of answer. That would only make it worse for you. But you'd long since given up on staying out of trouble with Carlos.

That certainly wasn't new information to Carlos, either, but it still grated against him when you remained silent, the stubborn set of your brows as you tried your damnedest to stare him down only stoking his need to put you in your place. Glancing down to your still spread legs, Carlos allowed his eyes to trail hungrily over you once more, before reaching forward and grasping your ankle, tugging harshly. The force of it surprised a yelp out of you, bringing a grin to Carlos' face as he situated you at the end of the bed, legs spread to make room for him between them as he stood over you.

"Oh, princesa... you do know you're in trouble, no?" Fingertips grazed over your cheek, trailing down the column of your neck. When you remained silent, the light touch of fingertips became his full palm, hand wrapping around your throat, slowly applying the tiniest bit of pressure. "It's cute, this little act of defiance you put on. Makes me want to fuck the fight right out of you." The grip tightens briefly, before disappearing altogether.

Then your face presses into the bedsheets, Carlos flipping you onto your front. He does it so easily, manhandling you with such minimal effort that it sends a thrum of heat through you. Strong, large hands roughly grope your ass cheeks, spreading them apart so he can see your cunt clearly.

"Such a needy little slut," he tsks, laughing wryly as your pussy clenches from the cold of the air and the pure filth of his words. And then, the heat of his hands and body are gone. You whine, knowing that with the mood he was in, he would make you wait and wait and wait before he followed through on his promise and actually fucked the defiance out of you (or at least tried to).

Turning your head to the side, you watch as Carlos settles himself on the side of the bed, cock already visibly hard through his trousers. "Get up," he tells, not asks, you, voice stern. The doting, adoring Carlos that you loved had taken a backseat to this almost predatory side of him, and you had to admit you loved it just as much. Opting to listen (for once) you stand up from the bed. "Good girl," he hums, pleased, "now strip for me." It's an easy enough task, shedding his shirt and letting it drop carelessly to the floor. His eyes don't leave your body for a moment, raking over your naked figure as if he'd never seen you before. Wordlessly, he patted his thigh, beckoning you to him, and you went willingly. You knew what he was telling you to do, but you still optimistically went to straddle him, earning you a swift smack to the thigh you had raised up onto the bed. "You know exactly what you're supposed to do right now, cariño. Don't make me tell you."

The contact had ratcheted up your awareness, feeling his every breath as you laid yourself across Carlos' lap, ass in the air and hands already gripping onto the bedsheets in front of you, knowing what was coming. "There, was that really so hard? Always wanting to cause trouble," he mused, hands caressing your ass again. "Always so big and brave in the beginning," his left hand traveled up your spine, tracing its path to the base of your neck. "But by the time I'm done with you, when I have you begging and shaking and crying for me, you always remember who's in charge."

The hand at the base of your neck grasped the hair there, yanking your head up and back so he could whisper into your ear. "You remember your safeword, mi amor?" he asked, checking in on you before actually starting anything.

"Yes, sir" you managed, speaking for the first time since you'd first seen him at the foot of the bed. He nodded, placing a kiss to your temple before shoving your head back down into the sheets.

Returning his left hand to the small of your back, while his right groped your ass, Carlos' voice resumed its darker timbre. "I spent a lot of time thinking about what kind of punishment you deserve for your little stunt over the phone." The thought of Carlos stewing in anger and lust for hours and hours making you shiver. "But that was before I came home to find you, knuckles deep in this needy little hole," he lets his fingers brush just barely against your entrance before retreating. "Same rules as usual, princesa: you count out loud for me, and if you miss one, we start over. You tell me when you're close, and if you come without my permission, we start over. Understood?"

Your nod earned you a sharp pinch on your cheek from where his hand had been tracing circles. "Yes, sir," you breathed out quickly, knowing by now what he was looking for.

"Good." With one final, gentle swipe of his hand, you feel his right hand leave your body, tensing in its absence. You feel its impact land, firmly, but not too harshly - yet.

"One," you breathe out, head tilted to the side to ensure he hears you clearly. He lands another spank. "Two." Harsher this time. "Three." Despite bracing yourself, you still flinch with every smack, body jolting as the sound echoes in the otherwise silent room. "Four." Your voice has already grown weaker, breathier. Heat rises where the blood has rushed to your stinging skin, already sensitive. "Five," he lands the next slap as you're inhaling to brace yourself, speeding up suddenly. "S-six, ah." Without meaning to, you squirm in his lap, earning you another quick slap that shocks a gasp out of you.

"Stop moving, princesa, or I will tie you down and make you take everything I give you," he grits out. "Got it?"

"Y-yes, sir."

"And what number was that?"

For a brief moment, your mind scrambles, distracted and overwhelmed. "S-seven?" It comes out as more of a question than an answer, and you cringe at the uncertainty of your own voice.

"You sure?" his hand stills on your ass, making your panic grow. But you can hear the lilt of his voice, can tell that he's trying to throw you off.

"Yes, sir," you answer, more confident this time.

"Good girl," he praises, but it's short lived, as another smack lands.

"Eight." The spanks are harder than they initially were, building in intensity, your skin aflame from his rough touch. "Nine." You're doing your best not to wriggle, hands clenched in the sheets like you're fighting yourself to stay put, but that doesn't stop the shakes wracking through your body. "Ten." Relief floods your body, knowing that, on a normal day, this is where Carlos stops. At this point he's gotten you drenched, arousal slicking your thighs, and part of you wonders if you've left a damp spot on his trousers. That little relief goes out the window when you feel his hand against you again, landing two harsh spanks in quick succession. "Eleven," you heave, "twelve."

The sound of Carlos' belt clinking as he removes it makes you freeze. "Carlos?" you question, voice small and unsure.

"I told you, cariño, the punishment I had planned for you at first was before I found you touching yourself, again." His left hand wraps around the front of your throat, bringing your torso up so he can speak directly into your ear once again. "The punishment needs to fit the crime, and you've been very, very bad," he coos, grazing your ass ever so slightly with the belt in his right hand. You shiver. "I'm gonna give you two with this, and then we're done with the spanking, alright, cariño?"

After a moment, you nod, and the slight tick of a pressure increase on your throat reminds you to speak your answer. "O-okay."

The leather of his belt drags against your inflamed flesh, before he pulls his hand back. He allows your head to return to the bed, resting it back against the sheets, and you hear him wrapping the belt around his right hand.

When the belt cracks against your ass, you cry out, body lurching forward, nearly leaping out of Carlos' lap before he grabs you by the hip, holding you in place. "Thirteen," you whimper out, voice breaking. Carlos' free hand rubs soothing circles against your hip, calming you down from the jolt of the impact. "Fuck, fourteen." Your breathing has gone ragged, chest heaving in an uneven, staccato pattern. You feel Carlos throwing your body around again, tossing you onto your back on the bed as you try to catch your breath.

He stands over you again, a predatory glint in his eyes, not giving you time to recover before sliding a finger straight inside of you. It punches the air out of you, your moan silent without air in your lungs to put any sound into it. Carlos chooses a rapid pace, aided by how wet you've become, and the squelch of him pressing a second digit into you is the most obscene sound you've ever heard.

"God, you look so fucking good like this, princesa. Shaking around my fingers," he curls them, hard, to make his point, grinning at the way your body reacts to the touch. "Such a desperate little slut, aren't you? My desperate little slut."

The sting of his palm landing on your inner thigh forces your eyes open. "Yes, sir - oh, fuck- only for you," you squeak out. You realize with a start that there are tears forming in your eyes, most likely from your punishment, though the way your building pleasure mixes with the pain only intensifies the feeling. The tension in your belly goes taught as Carlos' thumb begins drawing circles on your clit, arching into his touch. Everything you're feeling is so overwhelming, you almost forget yourself. "C-close, sir, I'm - ah - close."

"Yeah? You wanna come, cariño?" His eyes glint at the sound of your pleas, incoherent as they may be. "Too bad," he growls, pulling his fingers out of you as you whine at the loss of contact, earning you another light smack to your inner thigh. "Don't be greedy, amor."

"I - I'm sorry, sir," you sob out, chest heaving for breath.

Rough hands grip you by the waist and harshly yank you to the edge of the bed, flipping you onto your stomach and letting your legs hang off the bed, toes just barely skimming the ground. Carlos traces patterns on the red, raw skin of your ass, and you flinch away from the feeling without meaning to. In response, Carlos digs his hand into the hair at the base of your neck, tugging you up to speak directly into your ear.

"I'm going to fuck you now, cariño, and you're going to take everything I give you, or you don't get to come, got it?"

"Y-yes, sir."

"You going to take it like a good girl, princesa?"

"Yes, sir, yes, whatever you want, I'll be good," you fought to keep the needy edge out of your voice, not wanting to sound too demanding of him.

"Good girl," Carlos left a series of searing kisses down your neck, trailing onto your shoulder and down your back as he let you fall back down onto the bed. He hadn't even fucked you yet and you had already gone completely limp, unable to hold up your own body weight.

A large, warm hand splays across your lower back as his lips reach it, touch gentle but firm as he holds you to the bed, standing to his full height again as he yanks his trousers and boxers down just enough to pull himself out.

"Look so beautiful like this, princesa, such a pretty little slut for me," Carlos rasps out, voice low and gravelly, and you can tell just from the sound of it that he's stroking himself. Trying to make you squirm, testing to see if you'll whine at the lack of attention, or do that thing where you wiggle your ass at him to try to get him inside you. But at least for the time being, you're done misbehaving. You need him too badly to risk it being taken away again.

"Just for you, sir. Only you," you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear so he doesn't think you're demanding anything, throwing a glance over your shoulder that you hope strikes the right balance between obedience and seduction.

Based on the way his eyes darken and the hand spread on your back presses done just the tiniest bit more firmly, you're pretty sure you succeeded.

You know you did when he starts to slide into you, eyes staying on yours as both of his hands land on your waist. The feeling of him pushing into you, on top of the thought of just how much of you his hands manage to cover, has your head dropping back down onto the bed with a moan.

Carlos' mouth tilts up in a grin at how quickly you fold, how immediately you become pliant once his dick is in you. Hell, he hasn't even bottomed out yet, and you're already squirming and whining and clawing at the sheets. "Taking me so well, princesa," he coos, just as he snaps his hips flush with yours, filling you up the last few inches suddenly. The combination of him completely filling you, and the praise makes your head spin, and he knows it. It's why he knows to hold back the praise, to mix it in with the degradation, because that makes it all the more potent when he finally gives it. When you finally earn it. Plus, you get off on disobeying him too much for him to not make you work for it - otherwise, you'd have turned into a little monster by now. The thought makes him grin further to himself, thinking that at least you're his little monster.

He knows your body too well. Carlos can tell from the way you're squirming that you're beyond desperate for him to move, but that you're trying even more desperately to be good for him, to hold still, to take what he gives you and not demand anything more. Kisses trail down your back and shoulders, and even though you can feel the smile on his lips, you don't have the mental strength to process what it means right now. Carlos likes it when you have to try like this, likes that he can do this to you, can make you this needy for him, and that despite all of that, your need to please him, to be good for him, overrides your own desire for pleasure. For all of your talk and pretended disobedience, the moment he's in you, you submit to him completely. When he thinks about it too hard, it makes his cock throb inside you.

The sound of your whimpers draws Carlos back out of his thoughts, the noises escaping despite your best efforts. "Being a good little slut now that you're full of my cock, huh? Fuck, princesa, I love those pathetic little noises you make." He bends over you again to speak directly into your ear, and you whine at the way it makes him shift inside you. "I want you to let me hear every single one, cariño. Don't hold back on me, no?"

"I w-won't, sir. I won't, promise," you babble. At this point, you were willing to say damn near anything as long as it meant he would start moving.

"Good girl," he purrs, staying bent over you as he slowly pulls out until just the head of his cock remains inside you. Again, he pauses there for a moment, relishing the way you whimpered as he moved. Then, after he's had his fill of making you squirm in need, he thrusts back in, hard. It knocks the breath out of you, forcing a sharp cry from your mouth at the sudden and harsh way he fills you back up. He continues the pace like that, pulling out slow and thrusting back in with as much force as he can, hips slapping your already raw and sensitive ass when they meet yours.

You keep your promise to Carlos, letting every little sound he elicits from you out unabashedly, your small ah-ah's turning almost into shouts each time his hips are flush with yours. His hot breath on your neck and his broad, firm chest pressed to your back make it impossible to think about anything other than Carlos, Carlos, Carlos. The way his body cages yours in while he manhandles you, pulling your hips to where he wants them, has your moans ripping out of your chest with even more force. As Carlos starts to snap his hips faster, not pulling out all the way in favor of increasing his pace, each thrust punches noises out of you, becoming increasingly embarrassing the more worked up he gets you.

"Fuuuck, that's it, cariño, let me hear you, let me hear how good I make you feel," he encourages, one hand snaking into the hair at the base of your skull to force your face out from its hiding place in the bedsheets. "Wanna hear how much you like it when I fuck you like this. You like this, princesa? You like taking my cock like a good little slut?"

You can only whine desperately, nodding as best you can with Carlos' grip on your hair tightening. "Yeah? Say it, then, princesa. Tell me how much you love taking my cock."

It takes you a moment to process his words, mind feeling hazy from the lust and from returning to the brink of your orgasm, and the delay has Carlos fucking into you just the slightest bit harsher. "Fuck! I - I like it! I love t-taking your cock, sir, love b-being your s-slut, please," you gasp out the last word, the air forced from your lungs by the combination of the force of his thrusts and his other hand landing on your clit.

"Please what? Use your words, princesa." At first, the only response he gets is your high-pitched squeal as his fingers press harsh circles into your clit. "Come on, cariño, you can do it, use your words and tell me what my little slut wants."

"P-please, sir, please let me come, please sir, please," you babble, words becoming incoherent shortly after, devolving into whimpers and keens that resemble words like please and sir over and over again.

"Aw, look at you, cariño, using your words and asking so sweetly," he coos, causing your face to flush with heat even further at the mixture of praising and teasing words. "Alright, princesa, you can come. Come all over my cock for me, yeah? Come all over me so I can fill you up, wanna feel you clenching around me when I come in you," Carlos begins to ramble. Getting closer and closer, he tips over the edge as you come around him, walls squeezing tight around his pulsating cock as it throbs in you, marking you from the inside out.

Carlos doesn't pull out right away, basking in the feel of you wrapped around him, head resting between your shoulder blades as he gropes your ass. Occasionally, he squeezes particularly hard, and you whimper from the sensitivity, drawing a deep chuckle out of him that reverberates against the bare skin of your back. Carlos begins leaving kisses down the line of your spine, slowly drawing out of you.

Your body sags even further into the bed, completely spent, and you jolt away from him when you feel two large fingers at your entrance. With his other hand, Carlos grips your hip, holding you in place, as he watches his cum drip out of you, slowly pushing it back in with his fingers. "Can't let this go to waste, cariño. Got to make sure you remember who's in charge, no?"

You nod weakly, no energy or desire left to fight him (for now). Once Carlos is satisfied with his reminder to you, he rises, gently pulling you off of the bed and into his arms. He scoops you up easily, cradling you as he walks to the bathroom and gets the water running, kissing your head softly and murmuring praise as he sits on the edge of the tub, holding you to him tightly. Your body curls into the warmth of him, allowing yourself to be cared for since you're not even sure you could stand on your own right now. He says something about not falling sleep just yet, and then he's lifting you into the bath, smiling fondly at the pout you throw his way when he stops holding you. "Don't worry, cariño, I'm not going anywhere," Carlos hums, slipping in behind you and pulling you to his chest. "I'm staying right here."

「 take her under your wing AU 」

warnings: innocent!reader x various, stepbro!steve rogers, bucky barnes, professor!peter parker, professor!reed richards, ari levinson, marc spector, ransom drysdale, curtis everett, lloyd hansen, andy barber, thor odinson, scott lang, miguel o'hara, frank castle, billy russo, dark content, essentially everyone is soft!dark, college au, polyamory, idk what to tell you this is just porn

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FICS:

the many firsts

something in return

locked out

i dare you

what i say goes

too big

the basement

REQUESTS:

gaming + intox kink (headcanons)

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Tired/Sick reader fics

I have noticed a lot of people have a liking towards sleepy/tired!reader and sick!reader fics specifically. I get messages asking for links to them all the time. So I figure I'll put them all in one spot for you guys and that way they're all in one place to find easily :D

Lando Norris

Drunk Girls Do Cry - not sick but hungover, Lando takes care of her

Rest. Sleep. Hydrate. Repeat. - sick!reader

Can I Get a Kiss? - fluff with some sleepy reader at the end

Taking Care Of You - anaemic!reader

Naps > Everything Else - sleepy!reader

It Was Your Stupid Idea - injured!reader

Ew You're Gross - sick!reader

Sleeping Habits - sleepy!reader

I'll Crawl Home To Her - sick!reader

Where You Lay Your Head - sleepy!reader

Panic Stations - morning sickness with pregnant!reader

Charles Leclerc

Any Time Of Day - sleepy!reader

Dangerous Conditions - driver!reader unwell after Qatar race

Max Verstappen

Rescue & Recovery (mouse series) - sick!reader

Sleep Calls (mouse series) - jet-lagged!reader

Oscar Piastri

Little Snores - sleepy!reader

Lewis Hamilton

44 Winks - sleepy!reader

F1 Grid

Races Shouldn't End Like That - driver!reader after Qatar race

more than friends + lando norris x part six

In which your best friend wants to help you so you get more sexual experience, but he discovers quickly that he never wants to share you and your new sexual experience with others.

masterlist - playlist

warnings: smut with a plot or a plot with smut? :) minors dni! i never proofread so probably grammar or spelling errors

requested: yes, based on: something with a driver sister that’s still a virgin & lando (her bestfriend) suggests to teach her things (ofc pretending for it to bot mean anything), while he’s actually in love with her

part one / part two / part three / part four / part five

The dinner is going on and on. Normally you like the dinners with the McLaren team, but tonight you can’t seem to focus on everything that’s happening around you. Lando isn’t seated close to you, causing you to consistently stare at him. Oscar however is sitting next to you. He’s nice and polite, but also a bit too shy to have a fun conversation with right now. You couldn’t stop yourself, you have had a couple more drinks then you would normally take. You try to talk it right for yourself, but all your excuses are made because of Lando. Instead of doing the smart thing and to order a water or a soda, you order another cocktail when the waiter asks you for your drink order. Oops? 

You notice how Oscar is sending you a confused look when the waiter walks away. He seems even more confused when he notices how empty your glass is compared to his - the both of you ordered at the same time and your drink was stronger. You hope Oscar doesn’t speak up about it, but you’re quick to let go of that hope when Oscar starts to talk. 

“Everything allright?” Oscar asks you. 

You show him a simple nod as a reply. 

“Do I need to switch places with Lando?” Oscar asks you with a small smile, “I understand if I’m a bit boring tonight, but I’m exhausted from the race.”

“Oh no!” You quickly reply, “I just can’t focus on anything tonight, it haves nothing to do with you. Sorry if you thought so.”

“Maybe that’s because you’re drinking a bit much for someone who wants to focus?” Oscar jokes.

You let out a soft laugh. “You’re right,” you agree, “I don’t even know why I’m doing that.”

“Normally you don’t drink this much,” Oscar adds. 

“I know,” you agree again, Oscar knows you better then you thought, “I’m just in the mood I guess.”

“Nothing is wrong?” Oscar asks you. 

“Why would anything be wrong?” You ask back.

“Maybe something is causing you to drink this much?”

“Oh no,” you quickly say, “I’m fine.”

Oscar takes a look at you. “Did something happen between you and Lando?” He asks you eventually, “You keep staring at him.”

Fuck are you that obvious? Before you can answer anything, you see Lando coming closer to the two of you. He takes place in the seat next to you, apparently someone left the chair empty for a bit. Lando presses a kiss against your cheek. You almost jump up when he does so. Since when are you doing this in public? 

“Hi babygirl,” Lando softly says. 

He isn’t soft enough. Oscar almost jumps out of his chair to start asking questions. “Are you two finally dating?” Oscar is quick to ask, “I knew there was something between you two!” He adds enthusiastically. Fuck, how are you supposed to react to questions like this? 

“We’re not dating,” Lando tells Oscar. 

“In a relationship? Even better,” Oscar reacts.

“Still friends,” you eventually say to Oscar. 

The words pain you. You can’t shake off the feeling of wanting to be in a relationship with Lando. Would it be such a weird idea? Oscar apparently thinks it’s pretty normal. By the way he talked about it, it even seemed like he was waiting for it. 

“Oh fuck sorry,” Oscar mutters a bit ashamed, “I just thought so because Lando kissed your cheek and called you babygirl.” 

“It’s the alcohol,” Lando quickly says to excuse his moves.

+++

When you’re finally in the club, you’re quick to find the dance floor. You’re dancing with a couple team members from McLaren. Lando is standing on the sidelines, he’s too busy watching you. Oscar is standing next to him. Lando doesn’t pay attention to the words of his teammate. All of his focus is on you. 

He’s completely focused on you and the dress you’re wearing. It’s unfair how good you look tonight. It causes him to want you on top of him, or under him, or to spread your legs for him so he can pull out another orgasm from you. Now that he thinks about it, he doesn’t care in which position you are. Lando wants you close to him right now so everyone can see that the beautiful girl on the dance floor belongs to him. Only you don’t. Fuck. Why don’t you belong to him? He really needs to change that soon.

“There’s really nothing going on between you and Y/N?” Oscar asks him. 

“No,” Lando quickly states.

“So you won’t mind if my friend asks her on a date?” Oscar continues to ask.

Lando almost drops his drink onto the floor when Oscar asks him that god awful question. His head is filling up with questions. Which friend from Oscar wants to date you? Would you date that friend? He sighs. 

“Who?” He eventually asks Oscar.

“Logan,” Oscar answers him.

Logan? Does Logan even know you? Do you even know him? Lando starts to wonder if he ever saw the two of you talk. Would you say yes if Logan asked you onto a date? Fuck. Why didn’t he thought about this before? Of course there’s someone around who wants to date you. Shit. Shit. Shit. Why is this happening?

“Do they even know each other?” Lando sneers. He can’t help himself. 

“Kinda, they talked a couple races ago when Logan DNF’ed. She really helped him back then.”

“Fuck,” Lando mutters, he can’t hold it back anymore. 

Oscar laughs. “That says enough,” he tells Lando. 

“No,” Lando quickly mutters, “I mean if he wants to he should, you know.”

Oscar lets out a sigh, “Lando just be honest, you like her so you don’t want anyone else to date her. Why aren’t you telling her?” 

Lando doesn’t answer that question. He watches how you dance and take a sip from your drink. When he watches the people around you, it doesn’t surprise him that a lot of guys seem to be looking at you. Then he is quick to realize that Logan isn’t his problem, there will always be someone who wants to date you. The problem stays that you aren’t his. How is he ever going to fix this mess? What if you meet someone else? Someone who can offer you everything you want. What if he loses the bond between you two when you start to date someone else? He can’t stand by the sideline while watching you have a relationship with another guy. He really needs to fix this.

It doesn’t surprise Lando when he sees Logan coming closer to you. Apparently he is here as well. It’s normal after a race that a lot of the drivers are clubbing, so this shouldn’t surprise him. But still, it stings. It stings even more when he sees you talking to Logan full enthusiasm, when Logan takes you into a hug Lando watches away. He can’t see this. 

“You’re an idiot,” Oscar sighs.

“I know,” Lando mutters, “and you don’t even know the worst parts.”

“What are those?” Oscar asks curiously.

Lando knows that it’s a secret what’s happening between you two, but he also knows that Oscar will keep it that way. Right now he needs some advise from someone. Oscar can probably give him some. He’s in a good relationship, right? The alcohol makes him no longer question it, before he realizes it he is confessing to Oscar.

“The short version is that we’re fucking,” Lando confesses, “or not fucking, but doing a lot of other sexual things. Probably having sex soon.”

This time it’s Oscar who almost drops his drink. He lets out a laugh. “And you’re still doubting if she likes you?” He asks Lando. “Fuck man, you’re stupid. Why would she do those things with you if she isn’t interested into you?”

“Because she wants sexual experience,” Lando explains.

“But why with you? She could find anyone else.”

“I offered,” Lando confesses.

“Still the same question Lando, she chose to do so with you.”

Lando doesn’t reply anymore. He watches Logan and you again. The two of you are dancing. Lando can’t watch it, but he can’t take his eyes off you. Logan is looking like he wants to be as close to you as he can manage. Fuck, this should be him. Why isn’t Lando dancing with you right now? He sighs. Without saying anything to Oscar he walks up to Logan and you. Oscar lets out a chuckle when he sees Lando walking towards you. He doesn’t tell Lando that he already told Logan that it was a dumb idea to ask you for a date since you’re way too close with Lando. Oscar realizes it that this can be the push Lando needs. And who’s he to not give his teammate that much needed push?

“Can we go back to the hotel?” Lando asks you when he’s standing in front of you.

He notices that Logan takes a small step away from you, giving you a bit more space. You are quick to look worried at him.

“Back to the hotel?” You ask Lando a bit confused.

“Yeah, I’m not feeling well,” he tells you. 

“What’s the matter?” You’re quick to ask him.

“Just a bit too much alcohol,” Lando lies. He doesn’t confess that he isn’t feeling well because he keeps noticing all the attention you get from boys. You send him another worried look and get closer to him. 

“Let’s get back to the hotel then,” you tell him.

“I’m sorry if I’m ruining your night,” Lando says apologetic. He almost feels ashamed for himself, but he can’t help his actions right now. He needs you for his self. He wants nothing more then to lay in bed with you right now and to cuddle up against you. 

“Oh it’s fine,” you quickly say. 

Then suddenly Logan starts to meddle in the conversation. He sounds a bit unsure when he talks. “I uh, I can also bring you back to the hotel?” He suggests, “If you want to stay longer of course.”

“Oh that’s really sweet of you Logan,” you say.

Lando feels himself getting frustrated. Who does Logan think he is by suggesting this? He doesn’t think about his next actions. He just acts. 

“We share the hotel room and I have only one pass,” Lando sneers, “So you can’t.”

You look confused at Lando. Why is he acting like this? Doesn’t he see that Logan is trying to help? Since when can Lando be this rude? 

“Oh I didn’t know,” Logan quickly says, “I just wanted to help.”

“That’s unnecessary,” Lando quickly states. You quickly take a step closer to Logan. You don’t realize that you’re standing in front of Lando while doing so. Lando does realize that. 

“It’s really sweet of you Logan,” you say again, “but I’ll get back with Lando. Enjoy the rest of your night.” To give your words a bit more power you give Logan a quick hug. When Lando sees it he almost loses his mind. He doesn’t even say goodbye to Logan - or anyone else, and is quick to drag you with him towards the exit of the club. 

When he is standing in the cool night air, he starts to feel ashamed for his actions. He barely dares to look at you right now. Fuck, what are you thinking about him now? You are probably really annoyed with him at this moment. And he gets it. 

“What’s wrong with you Lando? Logan only tried to help,” you say annoyed.

Lando doesn’t reply at first. He can only let out a small scoff. Of course you’re siding with Logan right now. 

“You acted really rude,” you add annoyed.

“Of course, side with Logan,” he sighs annoyed, “give me even a bigger headache right now.”

You let out a sigh. “You’re acting crazy,” you tell Lando frustrated. 

Lando doesn’t reply anymore. He knows that you’re right, but he doesn’t want to tell you that right now. Unsure he grabs your hand, he interlaces his fingers into yours. He smiles when he notices that you’re not pulling away from him, but repeat his movement and give his hand a soft squeeze. 

After a short taxi ride, Lando and you are quick to find your way into the hotel bed. You have changed into a shirt from Lando and are laying next to him in the bed. Lando pulls you closer to himself. He wants nothing more then to hold you right now. He needs to know that you’re still his. Maybe not officially, but it feels like it right now. You’re quick to press your body against Lando as a response to his movements. 

“You should apologize to Logan,” you softly state after a bit of comfortable silence, “He only tried to help.”

“He tried to get in to your pants,” Lando scoffs annoyed. He is quick to feel frustrated once again, why are you starting about Logan? Do you even realize why he wanted to bring you back to the hotel? Do you even know that Logan wants more from you? 

“Lan,” you sigh annoyed, “now you’re just exaggerating.”

“I’m not,” Lando quickly replies.

You move yourself a bit away from Lando. You sit up into the bed so you can look at Lando. 

“You are,” you tell him while sending him an angry glance, “not everyone who’s nice to me is trying to get into my pants.”

“But he was!” Lando exclaims with a raised voice.

“Why?” You ask annoyed.

“Because Oscar told me he wants to date you,” Lando confesses. 

“So? That doesn’t mean he’s trying to get into my pants.”

“Y/N,” Lando sighs, “He is. Believe me on this one.”

“Even if he is, why do you care?” You ask. You can’t help yourself from questioning it. Why does it seem like Lando cares this much about Logan wanting to date you and maybe wanting to have sex with you? It gives you hope that Lando maybe slightly returns your feelings. Could that be possible? It seems like a plausible reason. 

“I uh,” Lando stutters a bit, he doesn’t know what to say. “I uh, I just want to be your first with someone who cares about you,” he eventually says. That is a good reason right? 

“Are you afraid that you won’t be my first anymore?” You ask confused. 

Lando doesn’t know what to say at first. He realizes that you’re more then right. He wants to be your first. 

“Maybe,” he eventually confesses. 

“Don’t,” you tell him. 

“Don’t?”

“You’ll still be my first,” you tell him, “I trust you and want it to be with you. But..”

“But?” Lando asks.

“But you still need to apologize to Logan, otherwise I’ll find someone else,” you joke.

“Fucking hell,” Lando mutters. Annoyed he grabs his phone from his nightstand. While searching for Logan his contact, he also pulls you closer to him. You lay down onto his chest, watching on his phone screen with him. You see Lando searching for Logan his contact on his phone, when he finds it he’s quick to type a message.

Lando: Hey Logan, sorry for my behavior tonight. I understand now that it was a bit rude, you were only trying to be nice. Sorry again.

You smile when Lando hits send. After that he quickly puts his phone away again. All of his attention is on you again. He doesn’t have to do anything else to get your attention. You’re quick to move closer to him and press your lips onto his. The kiss was meant innocent, but Lando is quick to turn it into a make out session. 

Lando grabs your ass. Softly he squeezes it a couple times.

“Maybe you can also apologize to me?” You ask him playfully. 

“And how would you like me to do that babygirl?” Lando asks you. 

“Hmm,” you say, “I think I need a bit more experience with getting orgasms.”

Lando shows you a grin. He is quick to find his way into your string with his fingers. Slowly he draws circles onto your clitoris. You’re quick to let out a moan. Lando moves himself in the bed, he throws the blankets onto the ground while doing so. Before you know it he’s pressing kisses against your private parts through your string. 

“Don’t tease,” you mutter.

Lando decides to give you what you want this time. He’s quick to pull of your string. He lowers his body to gain access to your pussy with his mouth. Again he presses soft kisses against it. You reward his movements with another soft moan. Something that makes Lando groan from eagerness. Then he thinks about something else to do. He removes his mouth from your pussy and replaces it with his fingers.

“Ever heard of the sixty-nine position?” He asks you. You show him a small nod. “Interested?” Lando asks further. 

“Yes,” you state.

Lando removes his fingers from your pussy. He lays down onto the bed next to you. 

“Get your cute butt to my face,” he orders you. 

“Won’t I suffocate you?” You ask confused. 

“No babygirl,” Lando replies, “and otherwise I’ll die from a happy death.”

You laugh and do what he asks. Slowly you move yourself onto Lando. He isn’t as patience as you, Lando grabs your hips and drags you on top of him. In the mean time you pull down Lando his shorts. His boner is quick to break free from it, it slaps against his stomach. You caress it with your fingers. You trace the thick vein laying on top of it, before lowering your face towards it. You try to remember what Lando told you the first time. Slowly you lick around it to make it a bit wet. 

“Fuck babygirl,” Lando grunts. 

After saying those words he presses his mouth into your pussy. He slowly licks onto your clit. In the mean time he let his hands find your breasts. He kneads them. You focus yourself on his dick. Carefully you take it inside of your mouth. You let your head bob on it. While blowing him you try to suck as much as you can manage. The part that doesn’t fit in your mouth is quickly into your hand. 

Lando increases his pace and is licking you fast. You let out a loud moan, Lando feels the vibrations from it around you dick. It makes him more eager to cause moans to fall from your lips.

It doesn’t take you long before you feel waves of pleasure over your body. You try to focus as much on Lando his dick as you can manage, but you notice that you’re becoming more sloppy. Lando also lets out a soft moan. You increase your pace. Lando his dick is pulsing and throbbing inside of your mouth. It makes you more eager to increase your pace even more. 

Lando puts on of his fingers inside of your pussy. That’s all you needed. When he fingers you, he already feels your pussy clenching around his finger. He wonders how it’s going to feel around his cock. He wants nothing more then to find out how that feels. 

Then you let yourself go. Lando is quick to follow your movements. You notice the salty taste from his cum in your mouth. Slowly you make a few other strokes on his dick while you suck him empty. Lando removes his mouth from your pussy, a few seconds later your remove your mouth from his dick as well. 

“Fucking hell baby,” Lando groans. 

You show him a small innocent smile while moving yourself off him. Lando is quick to grab your body and move you closely next to him. You let your head lay down onto his chest. 

“Don’t use that innocent look on me,” Lando tells you, “because I now know for sure you’re not that innocent.”

You show him a small shy smile. It causes Lando to say even more.

“I can’t wait to find out how your pussy feels around my cock.”

“I’m ready for that,” you tell Lando shyly, “Maybe we can do that next time?”

“That sounds like a good plan.”

Then Lando realizes that he has never thought about what happened after that. When he takes your virginity, will that mean this thing between you two is also done? He realizes that he needs to think about that - and maybe ask you about it. But for now he focuses his attention onto you again. He presses a soft kiss against your forehead. 

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Little Valkyrie (Azriel x reader)

summary: You’ve wanted Azriel forever. So how do you respond when he accidentally walks in on you in the bath reading a smutty romance novel?

warnings: smut!

After sparring for hours on the roof of the House of Wind with Cassian and Azriel, the only thing in the world I wanted was a melt-your-skin-off steaming bath with a glass of wine and the newest smutty novel Nesta gave me to borrow this morning. Sighing, I stripped my leathers off as quickly as possible. My muscles ached. I lit a few candles and poured some jasmine-scented soap into the bath as the water roared, bubbles creating a plush layer over the borderline boiling water.

Stepping in one foot at a time, I nearly moaned in relief as I sank deeper, bubbles almost to my chin. The water loosened my tense muscles as I leaned back in the huge clawfoot tub, letting my hair drape over the lip of the ceramic basin. I lifted the book, turning to the chapter I left off on. I had started the book today before sparring, stopping before what I knew was a particularly spicy chapter. I didn’t want to go into sparring all riled up, but would much rather read it alone where I could take care of myself when those feelings overwhelmed my senses. Or else I couldn’t promise I wouldn’t jump Azriel’s bones right in the middle of a training session.

My cheeks heated just at the thought of the spymaster. He had no clue I had such a huge crush on him. I hoped. At least I told myself that to ease some of the embarrassment of being so utterly captivated by someone so unattainable. I was one of the Valkyrie, yes, but most certainly not close enough to Azriel to assume he’d ever pay me any mind. He had other more important things to worry about, I was sure.

I hummed as I read the next chapter, the scene heating in a way that made my blood pump faster. My skin felt like it was tightening as I began to squirm, the scene overtly erotic. I pretended not to pay mind to the fact that the male I was picturing in the story just so happened to be a certain towering shadow-ridden Illyrian. I pressed my thighs together at the thought of him, his weight pressing down on me, his mouth exploring my body.

A fierce and quick knock at my door sounded before it was opening and I panicked, sitting up quickly sending a wave of water and bubbles splashing onto the marble flooring as I attempted to keep my book as dry as physically possible, horrified by the idea of ruining the pages. A tall, slender figure walked into my room, head swiveling at the sound of my clamoring. My room in the House of Wind had an open floor plan that had an archway that opened to the grand bathroom, cursed with no bathroom door. Usually, I am delighted by this feature, but right now not so much.

Hazel eyes met mine and I let out a small yelp. Oh so incredibly slowly, the corner of his full mouth curved upwards in a feline smirk. I wanted to disappear. Gods, this couldn’t be happening. No way was this real. I slipped in the tub and hit my head or something, surely.

“Azriel???” I shrieked out, trying to cover myself from his eyes, my cheeks so hot my body felt like it was on fire. But I didn’t tell him to get out.

He paused for a long moment, eyes set aflame with delicious deviance. Then he began to grin. His eyes caught on the smutty novel clutched in my hands.

“What are you reading there, little Valkyrie?” He purrs, taking one step closer to me with languid swiftness. A sudden roiling filled my gut as I realized he could probably smell how turned on I was. And how much more intense it got with his proximity.

“Battle tactics,” I say, tucking the book on the side of the tub opposite him so he couldn’t see the erotic romance cover. But then of course he’d probably already taken note of it much before I had.

“Is that so?” He grinned at me like the devil, poised to strike a dark bargain. And my god, did I want to shake his hand and seal my fate. “I had come to bring you the water bottle you left up at the House, but now I’m invested in these battle tactics. Care to share?”

I swallowed hard, my mouth opening but no sound came out. I scrambled to find the words for a witty response. Azriel prowled closer to me, eyes never leaving mine. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach as my heart pounded. He was at the side of the tub much too quickly and I was so distracted by his nearness that I didn’t anticipate his plan as he quickly swiped the book from my hands.

“HEY-” I yelled out, moving to stand up to grab it back, but quickly noticed just how naked I was. He chuckled, knowing I could only steal the book back from him if I exposed my naked body to him as well. Which I was not ready to do. He made me so nervous. He moved to the vanity, swiftly hopping up to perch on the sink, legs hanging off. He opened to the bookmarked page, his face triumphant.

His eyebrows shot up, eyes flicking over to me as he devoured the words on the page. I chewed my nails, feeling so embarrassed I was close to tears. But I was also thrilled at his closeness and attention.

“Battle tactics, indeed, little Valkyrie.” He purred, continuing to read. And I swear, something shifted about his scent. A thrill ran up my spine at the thought. “Definitely much to take notes on.”

“I’ve found I learn best by demonstration,” I say, unsure of where the sudden burst of confidence came from. But I decided then that I wanted him, and he was so clearly dangling himself in front of me like bait. So I decided I like to bite.

The shock is evident on his face but is quickly replaced with a wicked smile, full of the worst intentions. “As do I.” He sat the book behind himself, slowly lowering his body off the countertop as he surveyed me, waiting for silent permission to pounce, to devour his prey whole.

“I could use the practice,” I whisper, goosebumps racing across the surface of my skin, my senses heightened. A confirmation that I, too, wanted this.

His eyes darkened and his smile dropped as he quickly strode forward, plunging his arms into the bath, wrapping one around my back and the other underneath my bent knees. I screeched as he lifted me out of the water, flooding the floor and soaking himself as he pressed my naked body against his, bridal style.

He walked us to the bed, water and bubbles covering the both of us now. Before I could protest, he laid me back onto my bed, the water seeping into my blankets and sheets. But looking up at his gorgeous face, I couldn’t bring myself to care. He stood a step back, eyes raking and roaming over every inch of my body as if he wanted to memorize me.

“How long have you wanted me, sweet girl?” He asked. I almost scoff until I realize that he’s serious.

“Since I met you,” I admit, deciding not to play games. I was already so vulnerable underneath his erotic visual caresses.

“Was it me you were imagining? Reading in the bath, thinking about me doing all of those… dirty things to you?” He says, voice low and dark.

I nod slightly, blush blooming in my full cheeks. His hand lifts to caress the side of my face. He runs his thumb along my bottom lip, looking at me like I’m his last meal. My body feels like a livewire, skin buzzing and receptive to his touch.

“I’ve thought about it too,” he says breathily. “Though my thoughts may prove even dirtier.”

Before I can ask what he means, he leans forward, hands wrapping around the small of my waist as he lowers his lips to press a gentle kiss above my belly button, looking up at me as his lips touch my skin. My breath hitches, watching him in anticipation. Lifting his head again, he positions himself directly over me, hips pressing against me, my legs parted around his strong frame.

He stares into my eyes for a long moment as if trying to decipher me by looking inside them. His thumb strokes my cheek gently as I resist the urge to push my head into his hand and purr like a kitten. He will be my undoing. Every touch, every word, every look sets my very being on fire. Why did he have such a grip on me?

His hands roamed my body, my skin like clay under his touch, and he was the sculptor. My breathing quickened, my heart becoming a pounding hammer in my chest. His calloused and scarred hands starkly contrasted my soft and feminine surface. But he was much, much too clothed.

“I want to feel your skin against mine,” I whisper, hands running up his chest and down his leathered arms. He bends down to plant a slow and erotic kiss on my neck and moves to stand. My knees bent and legs hanging off the bed, I propped myself up on my elbows as I watched him reveal himself to me, bit by bit.

He shrugs his pants off, briefs going with them as he frees himself. My mouth goes dry. Cauldron boil me alive. He was huge. I wanted him so badly. He lowers himself to his knees, eyes in line with my knees, and gently wraps his hands around the underside of my calf, raising it so my leg was straight. He presses a deeply intimate and soft kiss to the side of my ankle.

“Aphrodite could not even sit at your table, my love,” He murmurs into my skin, slowly dropping my leg and standing between my knees, spread open for him.

I am practically panting with anticipation as his eyes lock with mine. I lift both my hands to reach for him as his hands find mine, both sets intertwining, fingers interlocking. He presses his weight slightly onto our conjoined hands, moving to lay on top of me again, knee pressing between my legs. The pressure makes me writhe, breathing heavier.

He lowers his perfect pink lips to mine, the feeling of them like velvet. He bites my lower lip, slowly dragging his teeth across it. My mouth opens for him and his tongue slides against mine, as he moans softly into my mouth, the sound almost a whimper. My back arches, pushing my chest closer to him, his nearness like a drug.

“What do you want?” He asks me, trying to drag words out of me.

“All of you,” I whine, wrapping my hands around his back to pull him closer to me, still not being near enough despite touching him. He groans in delicious approval.

"Ask me what I want."

"What do you want, Azriel?"

“I want to taste you,” he said, words breathy and needy. That sent a jolt right to the sensitive areas between my thighs.

“Please,” I begged, brows furrowed with want.

His response was to resume his attack on my neck with his mouth, pressing his hips down between mine harder, rocking against me slightly, and creating such wonderful friction had me throwing my head back, eyes rolling and a breathy moan falling from my lips. He hummed in response, the vibrations of his mouth against my skin sending goosebumps crawling across my skin. He continued his kisses, sliding down my body but being damn sure to take his time doing it. The anticipation was killing me, but gods his affection was glorious. He quite literally worshiped my body with his hands, tongue, and mouth. He reached the edge of the bed, planting one last slow kiss on my lower abdomen before he stood.

He gripped my hips and yanked me to the edge of the bed, a helpless yelp coming from me as he moves my body with such ease that it makes me lightheaded. He reaches forward and grips my neck underneath my jaw, gently pulling at me so I would sit up. The pout on my face is evident as his hand falls away from my neck. He chuckles at me, giving me a quick kiss before dropping down to his knees in front of me once more. Gods, the sight of him knelt before me sent a delicious chill up my spine. He was so unreasonably pretty. His hazel eyes dance as he looks up at me from under his thick lashes. He plants a kiss on both of my knees before pushing them apart, baring me to him. He let out a quiet groan at the sight of me, hand finding his painfully hard cock and providing some friction to ease the intense need that filled him. He gripped my throat again, pulling me down to meet his mouth. He kissed me intensely and sensually. Who was this male? Where had he been all my life?

He breaks away from our kiss, head twisting as he pulls one of my nipples into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around them, moaning as he continued to slowly pump himself. The sound had me arching for him, which had him chuckling again. He bites down softly on my nipple and I whimper, my pussy throbbing and desperate for him.

He switches to the other nipple, sucking and biting at it, raking incredibly explicit noises from me. Finally, he pulls back, his hair mussed from me lacing my fingers through it as I ground myself against him as much as I was able to. He pushes my knees apart further, putting a hand on the small of my back to pull me to the very edge of the bed. He lifted my feet one by one, placing them on the rails of the bed and leaving me entirely exposed to him. I moved to lay back but he bit my thigh. I cried out, looking at him incredulously.

“Keep looking at me.” It was a command, not a request. He was such a thrill. I obeyed, propping myself back up on my hands so I had a clear view of him. I gasped as he ran two fingers up my slit, gathering my wetness. And gods, was I wet for him. He lifted his fingers to his mouth, swirling his tongue around them, collecting all of me and letting out a deep moan at the taste of me. I felt myself growing continually wetter, my core aching for him.

“Azriel, please. I need you. Please touch me,” I whimpered, and I swear his eyes rolled back in his head at the sound. He turned his head and kissed my inner thigh before grinning back up at me. He leaned forward, eyes not leaving mine as he dragged the flat of his tongue all the way up my core, the feel of him such a relief I felt myself throbbing in anticipation of him.

He gave one more long lick before he went to work, suckling and swirling his warm and wet tongue against my clit as he eased one finger into me slowly. The glide of me had him desperate for any friction. He squeezed his cock with his free hand, begging himself to calm down so that this would last as long as possible. I bit my lip at the sight of him suckling at me, pleasuring himself to the taste and feel of me. I pressed my hips forward slightly, pressing his mouth harder into me. His eyes re-found mine in an instant and he hummed his approval as the hand that was on his cock moved to grip my hips, encouraging me to grind myself against him.

I was going to pass out. He was so sexy and I wanted him so badly and his tongue was quite literally cauldron-blessed. He added another finger then, pumping into me harder, dragging obscene moans from me. With every one of my moans, he hummed in return, sending vibrations to my clit and making me see stars. My head was swimming, sweat forming on my skin as he rode me to my high, my hands buried in his raven black hair and riding his face with fervor.

I came with a loud cry, my core squeezing around his fingers as he continued to pump into me, still sucking at my clit until it became painfully sensitive and I was squirming beneath him, and then he released me. He kissed the insides of both of my thighs, rising back up to his feet.

He placed the two fingers he had been pumping into me at my lips, pressing on my bottom lip so my mouth would open for him.

“Taste how well you did for me, little Valkyrie. You taste better than I ever dreamed,” he purred, pushing his fingers inside my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his fingers, his knees almost buckling as he groaned.

“I bet you taste even better,” I say, a devilish grin filling my face as I reach down for him. I grab his hip and pull him closer to me as I reach up to kiss him. Our tongues caress each other, exploring and devouring each other. I guide the tip of his cock through my folds. He glided against me with such ease he shuddered in reply with a string of murmured curse words.

“As tempting as having that pretty mouth wrapped around me sounds, I want you to ride me,” he panted, arms pressing into the bed on either side of me as I had a hand between us, rubbing him against myself. “Please.”

I wrapped myself around him, legs wrapping around his back. He lifted me, turning us and scooting back until he lay back on the bed with me on top of him. I leaned forward and sucked on his neck, his nails scraping down my back. I pushed my tongue in his mouth as I reached between us to line up his huge length with my entrance. I slowly sank down on him, a deep reverberating moan echoing through us both. He pulled me down onto his chest and kissed me slowly as he sat inside me not moving. Slowly, he pulled out and then rammed back into me. I whimpered into his mouth which earned a groan of approval from him. His mouth latched onto my nipple, swirling it on his tongue around me while I bounced on him. His hands roamed and praised my body with gripping and passionate touches.

He began to thrust up into me, meeting my own and creating a filthy, wet sound as we fucked each other with reckless abandon.

“You feel… so fucking good… FUCK…” He panted, hips still driving up to meet mine. I threw my head back in ecstasy, his hands rising to grip my breasts in his hands, squeezing roughly and kneading them between his huge hands.

“I could fuck you forever,” I gasp out.

“I’d beg on my knees for it,” he breathed, eyes shutting in pleasure, mouth open as he panted, nearing his climax as we continued with intense effort, both of us desperate to please the other. His thumb began to rub my clit as I slid up and down on his cock, making me throb around him, which sent him over his edge at the same time that I tumbled into mine.

We sang out in intense satisfaction, both coming together. He twitched inside me, cum dripping out of me from around his cock. I scooted downwards then, pulling him into my mouth and licking him clean as he groaned, hands laced in my hair.

“My filthy girl,” he purred to me, thumb rubbing across my bottom lip. I lifted my head, sitting up to look down at him. “You are dangerous. Now that I’ve had you, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop wanting you.”

“Good.” I grinned down at him, planting a kiss on his abs as I climbed off the bed. He whined in protest.

I reached my hands out to him, and he sat up to grip them in his own. “You’re invited, don’t worry.”

A sly grin covered his face at my words. I walked over to my shower, opened the glass door, and flicked the shower on, allowing it to heat. When it was a good enough temperature, I dragged the shadowsinger in after me, giggling as the door closed behind him and he began to kiss me again. His hands slid down to my thighs, lifting me with alarming ease as my legs wrapped around his center. I felt him harden against me again, his head buried in my neck as he started to laugh.

“I warned you.”

doctor au

The Allergist (series) @and-im-okay-with-it

Anne, Harry’s four year old daughter, has allergies and thankfully, Y/N is the perfect allergist for her...and Harry.

Emergency Clinic Part 2 @harryswanderlust

where harry’s the doctor at the emergency clinic

Dentist!Harry @hsogolden

Harry’s Y/N’s dental assistant.

Tethered @atlafan

pediatrician!h and some violence

The Doctor Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 @drowninherperfume

A series in which Y/N is a doctor, and Harry just misses his wife.

Doctor Styles @itssierrastyles

Dr. Harry sparks an interest in you, a nurse at the hospital.

E.R. @alexandragramz

where Harry is an ER Doctor and a patient comes in with a broken bone

Paging Dr. Styles @fandomwritingsgalore

Reader’s friend has a hurt ankle, but Dr. Harry Styles can fix anything.

Dr. Styles Part 2 @ohsweetkiwi

Dr Harry Styles was an elite cardio thoracic surgeon and the best in the field, he was also the hottest doctor in the hospital and you were the surgical intern who happened to have a huge crush your boss. 

Drs Styles @talesofstyles

paediatric heart surgeon harry, husband harry and dad harry.

Y/N is stressed and sick and Harry is her nurse @jawllines

gynecologist

Doctor’s Orders Part 2 @havin-a-wee

Y/N has her first appointment with her new gynecologist, Dr. Styles.

Harry is a Gynecologist, and Y/N is his young intern @haaarry

therapist

Baby Steps @enthusiasticharry

you’re harry’s sons therapist, and he isn't the only one you end up helping.

Relief @carolinasgirl

After you have been struggling to orgasm for a while your friend recommends a sex therapist to you. When you finally work up the courage to set up an appointment, not expecting to have the best sex of your life.

Your Beating Heart @havethetimeofyourstyles

in which harry’s your soulmate and you don’t quite know that yet.

chiropractor

Realignment @mysweetestcreature

Y/n has back pains and Harry is her chiropractor.

Adjustments @harryforvogue

in which Y/N is a chiropractor and Harry has an awful back.

Adjustments Part 2 @alexandragramz

she starts to date her chiropractor, but he’s hiding something