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A Reflection of Us

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The reader gets a slight injury in a match. Roman takes his time making sure the reader is safe but very satisfied.

Pairing: Dom-ish!Roman Reigns x Wrestler!Wife!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, SMUT, dirty talk, slight bondage, begging, Roman being a teasing little shit, multiple orgasms

Word Count: 2230

Note: This came out way dirtier than I was anticipating. Thus, why it took over three months to write. Have fun babes; reactions greatly appreciated. Tag lists and requests open, as always. Enjoy!

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Picture used with permission from @hardykat (this post)

It was a test match. The McMahons wanted to see if the universe would like more coed matches, and you and Roman were the test. They’d given you both a heads up, so you’d added weight training to your routine on top of sparing with Sheamus. So far it was doing you good. Your usual speed was keeping Roman on his toes, and it looked like you were wearing him down.

That was not the case.

Roman was a better actor than people gave him credit for. One second you were steady on your feet about to jump, the next you were flying through the air. You landed hard on your back, though you were able to sweep Roman’s feet out from under him. Holding his ankles in a lock, pain blossomed in your spine.

“I need you to spear me,” you whispered.

“What?”

“I need you to spear me. Got something to pop back into place.”

Roman squinted at you but eventually made it to his feet. He positioned himself in the opposite corner, waiting for you to get into position. He roared. You staggered towards him, turning at the last second. Right before the count of three you contorted out of the pin and felt your spine crack back into alignment.

“Thanks,” you mumbled.

The match went on. You were also taking the chance to tease Roman in the ring. At one point you nose-booped him and rolled out of the ring. He looked at you with an expression between ‘you’re going to pay for that’ and ‘just wait until I get you in my bed.’ Either way, your skin buzzed with the possibilities.

You lost in the end, but Roman tugged you to your feet for a handshake. “You’re gonna get checked out, right?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a chiropractor appointment tomorrow already.”

Backstage, Renee was waiting for you. “Y/N, you lost your match with Roman Reigns, but you don’t seem too upset.”

“No. That was a hell of a match if I say so myself. I’d do that again.”

“You don’t feel any apprehension?”

“Apprehension? No. I’m totally going to be sore in the morning, but it’s worth it.” You thanked her and left to change out. You met with a few other people before heading to the garage.

Roman met you at the car. He took your bags and opened your door. A few minutes down the road he brought up the inevitable. “How’s your back?”

“It’s fine. I talked to a trainer and he’s going to give the chiropractor some other places to touch on. Then I’m going to see a muscle stretcher a few times over the next month to make sure my muscles don’t pull my newly popped bones out of place. Nothing to worry about.”

He whistled. “You can’t scare me like that, baby girl.”

You bit your lip. Reaching out, you ran your hand down his thigh. Roman smiled, but he moved your hand to your lap and changed the subject. As far as you could see, that was the only touching you were going to get. He was always gentle with you, no matter how small the injury was. Even if you didn’t count this as an injury.

When you came out of the bathroom at the hotel, Roman was shirtless in his briefs and sitting against the headboard. He motioned you over. You tried to straddle his hips, but he turned you around to sit between his legs with your back against his chest. That’s when you saw the mirror. It was on the far wall, as wide as the bed, and inspiring.

“Here’s how it’s gonna go,” he rumbled. “You are not going to move. You are not going to touch. And you are going to cum when I say. Which is anytime. Got it?” He watched you nod in the glass. “Let’s try that again, ‘cause I am going to hear you one way or another.” He kissed your temple as you squeaked out something like a yes. “Good.”

Your breathing started to come out in short bursts as Roman slid his large hands up your sides and removed your shirt. They covered your upper chest almost entirely. He breathed deeply and kissed the juncture of your neck, guiding you to relax into him. His hands were warm, even compared to your flushed skin. He kneaded your breasts while sucking a light mark into your neck. You gave a soft whimper when he thumbed your nipples to attention.

Don’t move. Don’t move. Don’t move.

Your nails raked long thin welts into the tops of his thighs. More than anything your body wanted to buck and grind against the sheets for some relief.

“You doing okay, baby girl?”

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Good.” Roman kissed the back of your neck and directed your attention to the mirror. “Look at you. Already strung out and I’ve barely gotten started.” One of his hands dipped lower on your stomach, stopping just above your sleeping shorts. “I bet if I were to check, you’d be dripping already.”

With a whine, you nodded. Your hands twitched and moved from his thighs to yours.

“No touching.” He nipped at your ear and moved your hands back to their original place. “If you can’t behave, I’ve got ways to make you.” His chuckle rumbled against your back. Then his hands were on your chest again, pinching and playing you higher and higher. In the mirror, his eyes latched onto yours. In the shadow you cast over his face, you could just make out a smirk. “You’re doing so good,” he hummed. “Staying still like a good girl. Though I can feel how much you want to move. To close those pretty legs or touch what I’m in control of. You know what would happen if you did any of those things?”

You moaned as his hands slid down your body and came to rest on the inside of your thighs. Oh no, he wouldn’t be so cruel. Right?

“Then this,” he ran a finger up the outside of your shorts, “wouldn’t get touched at all tonight. And you would have to be content to cum just because I’m playing with these perfect tits.” His hands were suddenly back on your breasts, pinching the nipples harder than before. Your legs shivered closed but Roman hooked your ankles under his and dragged them back open. “That’s two, Y/N.”

“Roman, please.” Your head lolled back to lay against his shoulder. You closed your eyes as he ghosted across your sensitive skin. Without thinking, you placed your hands on his and tried to guide them lower.

“That’s three.”

Fuck.

Roman leaned towards the side table and came back with one of your scarves. He held your wrists in front of you, tying them together. When they were secure, he pulled your arms back until your wrists were behind his neck. He caught your gaze in the mirror again, rubbing his scruff against your cheek.

“We’re going to try this one more time. Don’t move. But… you can beg all you like, baby girl.”

He started over. Teasing you with barely-there touches, then with rough squeezes that made you gasp. But you didn’t move. He hummed at your sounds, rewarding you with more of whatever you needed except where you needed it the most. You bit your lip and focused on not letting your back arch. Roman teased one hand further down your stomach.

“Please,” you whispered. “Please let me cum.”

“Nobody’s stopping you.” Roman smirked at your desperate face. “What can I do to help you, Y/N?”

“Touch me.”

“But I am.” To emphasize this, he gave your breast a tight squeeze and gave your shoulder and open-mouthed kiss. “Or did you mean down here?” The hand on your stomach dipped lower to cup your sex, making you jolt. “I thought we talked about this?”

Your mind raced. If you bucked down towards his hand he would make sure you went to bed needy. So your body settled with vibrating with desire. You would have to convince him. “But you love watching me when I cum. You set up the mirror and everything.” You whimpered as he rolled your peaks between his fingers. “I’m so close. Please, Roman. Make me cum. I’ll be good, just stop teasing. Please.” The flame in your belly intensified. Roman’s hand moved under your shorts and curled a finger into your heat. “Like that. Yes. Please, Roman. Feels so good.” Your mouth fell open, unable to form more words.

Roman watched you in the mirror as your eyes fluttered and your body shifted between rigid and limp. “Cum for me. That’s it.” He curled and uncurled, giving you just enough simulation to build with the continuous movements on your breasts to send you over. Your fingers curled into his hair and tugged. He grunted and nipped at your skin in return. “That’s my baby girl. Look at you. Breathless and relaxed. Makes me wonder if you could handle that second round I had planned.”

“Yes,” you pleaded. “I can handle it. Please, Roman?”

“Okay, okay. Just a minute.” Roman unhooked your arms from his neck and released you from the scarf. He massaged your shoulders, rubbing back in feeling you hadn’t realized you had lost. Then he maneuvered out from behind you. He guided you to lay sideways across the end of the bed.

“Wha-“

“Just a second.” He hooked his fingers under the bands of your shorts and bottoms and pulled them down your legs. Then he kneeled and breathed warm air on your soaked folds. You let out a long, low moan as he flattened his tongue against you. One hand he spread across your stomach, making sure you still wouldn’t move. The other he hooked under your ass and lifting you up closer to his face. His slurps and hums were desperate. Like he had been starving for you.  

“So good, Ro. Don’t stop.”

Your hands gripped the sheets. You were almost afraid you’d rip them… but there were a lot more important things on your mind at the moment. Like how Roman had shifted his grip on you so his thumb could circle over your clit. Without warning, he sucked hard on your clit.

Don’t arch. Don’t touch. Don’t move.

You couldn’t help but weave your fingers into his hair. Roman didn’t reprimand you. He was too busy shifting again to curl two fingers into you. The need for release built up quickly. His scruff made your inner thighs burn. Your thighs quaked and your breath hesitated in your throat.

“Roman…”

“Cum, Y/N. Come on, baby girl.”

Your toes curled, and your thighs clamped around Roman’s head. His name burst from your lips in a screech. You did your best to catch your breath as he rubbed your thighs until you could relax back into the sheet. He stood but you grabbed at him.

“What about you?” you said with a pout.

“I’ll be fine.”

You reached up and rubbed your hand over his hard length showing prominently through his briefs. “No, you won’t. I can handle it.” You gave him your best puppy eyes. “Please?”

Roman chuckled. “Okay. Roll over, baby girl. It isn’t going to take much.” He helped you onto your stomach and ran his hands up either side of your spine. You watched his movements in the mirror. It made your heart swell to see how gentle was with you. His hands spread your ass cheeks wide. You clenched as his finger trailed up your slick. “Gonna make you scream. You ready?”

“Mhmm.”

“Try again.”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Slowly and torturously he teased his head at your slit and worked in inch by eye-crossing inch. You sighed as his warm hand pressed lightly across the small of your back. The other curled under your stomach and lifted you up to your knees. You clenched around him, letting him know when you were adjusted. In the mirror, you saw his eyes close and his head tilt back. You could hear how strained his voice was as he moaned above you. Slow. Targeting. Each thrust had a purpose and each made you yelp. And cry out. And yes, scream. And you could tell he was holding back.

“Tell me you’re close, baby.”

“Yes. Cum, Roman. Ro-“ Words failed you as Roman reached once again for your clit. You came with a hoarse cry, collapsing forward.

Roman pulled out and covered your back with his cum. His muscles flexed all over his body, shiny in the reflection with a thin sheen of sweat. He braced on the bed on either side of your hips to catch his breath.

You blinked in and out of exhaustion. He left and came back with a damp towel and cleaned you off. You sighed as he gave you a little massage. The world shifted as he picked you up to move you back to the pillows. He crawled in behind you and pulled the sheets over you. His arm rested on your hip, rubbing his thumb across your skin.

“When you get back from the doc tomorrow, we’re going to check how well they did. Make sure those muscles are really worked out.”

You looked towards the mirror. Even the reflection couldn’t do justice to how excited you were.

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Keep Coming

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After a long recovery from the explosion, Steve works to ensure that the reader doesn’t take unnecessary risks again.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: previous injuries, physical therapy, SMUT, so much teasing, forced orgasm (1)

Word Count: 1700

Note: Damn, this got filthy real quick. Reblogs and comments much appreciated. Tag lists and requests open as always. Please enjoy!

Part 1: Come Back to Me 

“No, Tony. I do not want thrusters in my braces.” You moved as quickly as you could on the crutches. It wasn’t enough.

“Just hear me out-“

“No, Tony. Didn’t Pepper have you doing something?” Keeping your best straight face, you watched Tony quickly descend into panic. He rushed off without another word, the debate about possible prosthetics forgotten.

Not that you needed prosthetics. The injuries from the blast had severed some nerves. You tried not to remember waking up from your two-week coma not being able to feel your legs. No pins and needles, no ice, not even phantom limb. Nothing. One Steve had calmed you down, Clint was able to talk you into trying the pod that saved his life during Sokovia. In theory, it should have instantaneous to walk again. Instead, it led to months of therapy while the team continued to work. Between missions, Steve was always by your side giving you a hand when you needed it and hanging back when you wanted to walk on your own.

“Who won the battle?” Steve walked in and dropped some files in a nearby table.

“I did by distraction. Steve, honey, the next time I’m spouting nonsense about wanting to chop my legs off instead of having to go through therapy, please make sure Tony’s not in the room. He can take things too literally when he’s itching to build something.”

Steve chuckled. “I think the ‘real’ ideas came later. At the beginning, Tony was just being…”

“Tony,” you said together.

You worried your bottom lip. “Are you busy?”

“No. What do you need?”

The deep breath did nothing to calm your nerves. “I want to try.”

He sighed. “Are you sure? You’ve made great progress, and there’s no need to rush anything.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as you nodded. “Okay. Goal to beat?”

“Ten steps.”

Steve nodded and took his position a few feet away. You steadied yourself, then put your crutches to one side. The first step was always the hardest. He was always close enough to catch you if you stumbled but stayed just out of reach. You tried not to think about how much you hated having to learn how to walk again. You couldn’t count either. Steve said that was his job. You didn’t look behind or to either side to see how far you moved. Only at Steve.

“Come on, Y/N,” he mumbled under his breath, “keep coming, baby. You’re doing so good.” He bumped into a table and had to redirect your course around it. It was the first curve in the therapy, so you had to move slower. “Good, good. You’ve got it.”

Your knees wobbled, and Steve rushed forward to catch you.

“How many?”

“Fifteen,” Steve beamed. “And a curve. That’s good, Y/N. Really good.” He picked you up and sat you in the Segway-chair Tony got you for when you tired of the crutches.

“Can we get ice cream now?” It was easy to sway him. A twinge of whine in your voice and a slight pout. Not much at all.

Steve huffed with a smile. “And you accuse me of puppy-dog eyes. Let’s go.”

The glare from your bedside lamp cast long shadows across your bedspread as Steve tucked you in. You fiddled with the top hem.

“If you keep biting your bottom lip like that, you’re going to lose it one day.” Steve sat on the bed next to your hip and took your hands. “What’s on your mind?”

“Can you stay? Tonight?” You gave his hand a squeeze. “I miss… you.” Puppy dog eyes were not necessary, but you tried anyway. It sent a thrill through you to see his eyes darken and glisten.

He placed your hands over each other on your stomach, then placed his hands on top. “You’re still healing.”

“Please, Steve,” you whined. You leaned up to kiss him, but he pushed back on your shoulder until you were reclined on the pillow. “I took fifteen steps today. By myself! Well, with you guiding me.” You bit your bottom lip and dipped your head. He tipped your gaze back up to him and stroked his thumb across your bottom lip.

“Are you sure?”

“Mhmm.”

“But are you really?” Steve rubbed up and down your arms before taking your hands and placing them on either side of your head. “Because we really need to talk about-“

“I was supposed to have back-up before doing anything dangerous. But, if I recall, I did call for back-up and nobody came. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t just let the-“

“Device go off and destroy the world. I know. There wasn’t time.” Steve sighed. “You did what you had to. It’s just… I… I was so scared I was going to lose you.” He released your hands to cup your face.

You placed your hands over his. “You were never going to lose me.” You turned your head to kiss his palm. “Now this discussion is all well and good, but I believe you still owe me a reward for topping my best score.” A giggle escaped you, accompanied by a sly smirk. “So, what did I win?”

Steve chuckled. “The world. If you can handle it.” Any reply you could have made faded into whimpering. His fingers worked through the fabric of your tank top to bring your nipples to attention. You arched further into his touch, but he pulled back the sheet and pressed down on your stomach to keep you level. If you weren’t supposed to move, that was going to be difficult as his touch grazed across your stomach. Your top was soon gone and his focus moved to teasing the top of your sleeping shorts. Instead of pulling them down, he trailed his fingers across your thighs making your skin break out in goosebumps. You waited with baited breath as his ministrations inched closer and closer to the heat building between your thighs. You swallowed a triumphant moan as he finally reached under and grazed your slick folds.

With a matching groan, you hummed his name and smiled while Steve nuzzled his nose against yours.

“Nothing underneath, Y/N? How long were you planning this?”

“Since I woke up.”

He had to press down on your stomach again as he eased in one teasing digit. With the second, once it was equally coated, he spread your arousal up to your clit. You closed your eyes, focusing on not moving. You even kept them closed as he pulled down your shorts and spread your thighs further apart. Lost in the sensations, you missed all the signals that Steve was positioning himself between them. The first kiss on your pelvis made you jolt. The second kiss was on your inner thigh, followed up by the light scrape of his teeth. The third kiss hovered over your sex while you held your breath, stealing it completely away with contact. His fingers began to curl in and out of you. He sucked at your clit, alternating the rhythm opposite of his fingers.

You were teetering on the edge. Skin aflame. Breathing shallow. Eyes half-lidded. You forced your eyes open in time to see Steve’s wicked grin right before he sucked hard on your clit while curling his fingers into the perfect spot. He watched while you fell apart calling his name. You heard clothes hitting the floor. He hummed against your skin as he crawled up your body. You turned your head so he had more access to your neck. He licked the shell of your ear, then sucked his fingers clean. You shivered.

With a growl he rolled onto his back, taking you with him.

“That was your reward. Now, about the mission.”

“Steve, baby, I’ve said all… ooh.” You fell forward to brace yourself on his chest. His hips rolled up to yours while his warm hands blazed against your hips. “That wasn’t fair,” you said. You gasped as he pulled you forward along his length. You wanted to do it again, Steve made sure you couldn’t.

“We’re just getting started, doll.”

He lifted you up and teased the head of his cock through your folds. Despite your death grip on his wrist, he maintained his own plan and kept the pace of his choosing. He moaned as you scraped your nails down his chest but stayed in control. When you were fully seated, he held you down and panted as your walls adjusted.

Whimpering, you begged. “Please-“

You cried out as he thrust. Your world dissolved into the hard strokes, the wanton noises coming from both of you, and the strong desire to move as quickly as possible. Yet still, Steve maintained the pace. Neither speeding up nor slowing down.

“You feel so good, doll,” he murmured. The praise made your skin flush. “I’ve missed seeing you like this. Blissed out of your mind. All mine.” He grounded you down on his pelvis again, making you blubber weakly. “You’ve been doing so good. But I’m afraid you won’t be able to walk much tomorrow.”

He began again. Thrusting as fast and relentless as you could handle. When he started to spin lazy circles into your clit as well, your body went rigid down to your toes. You couldn’t relax as Steve kept moving.

“Keep coming. You’re doing so good. One more.” Steve’s thrusts were becoming erratic. The frenzy of him sent you quickly into another spiral that sent your eyes rolling back. He caught you as you fell forward and pulled out to shoot his load between you.

Any other night you would have loved to clean him up, but tonight you settled for the lazy kiss he gave you. Hazily you felt him wipe of your stomach and tuck you back in. A minute later he shimmied under the covers next to you.

“No more putting yourself into danger?”

“I dunno,” you rolled to face away from him. “I can’t say I’m convinced not to if my punishment is that enjoyable.”

Before you could reach for the light, Steve wrapped his arm around your waist and tugged you back against his torso. “Then I guess I’ll have to try again and really drill it into you.”

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Beltane

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Yesterday the reader teased the demon king. Today Finn took his retribution.

Pairing: Demon King Finn Balor x Reader

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, bondage, teasing, oral (female receiving), orgasm denial (supernaturally)

Word Count: 1590

Note: Beltane is the original ancient version of what became May Day, celebrated on May 1st. I figured Balor would know of both versions and everything in between and select the best parts for “playing.” Please let me know if you enjoyed the fic with any reaction you would like. This was my first smutty Finn fic, and it was inspired by the fabulous ‘Arranged Marriage’ drabble series by @wrestlingxbalorxrollins . My tag lists and requests are open and I love hearing from you guys. Now please enjoy!

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When you woke up you couldn’t move your arms. Your ankles. Or anything for that matter. Finn was standing in front of you half-dressed in a suit. His white sleeves were rolled up, the fabric straining to contain the muscle underneath. The gleam in his eye and the smirk on his lips made you swallow and pull at the restraints.

“You were very naughty yesterday.”

You licked your lips. “You’ve been busy.”

Finn hummed in agreement. “Matters of state make me that way. So when I say I need to focus, that is not an invitation for you to do everything in your power to distract me.”

The ribbons wrapped around your torso pulled at your dress as you tried to lean towards him. Looking down, the cris-crossing black fabric shimmered into bright colors where it caught the light. Finn snapped and they all fluttered away, releasing you. He caught you before you could stumble, but pinned your arms to your side where you could not touch him. He pushed you back until the pole behind you was back between your shoulder blades. The tilt of his head alerted that he was waiting for an apology. Which you weren’t ready to give yet.

“What finally got me in trouble?” You squeaked as Finn shifted your wrists into one hand behind the pole. He cupped the other around your face and ran his thumb over your bottom lip.

“You were in trouble the second you walked into the war room wearing that dress.” He stepped back but a ribbon held your wrists together.

You knew what you looked like. It was very low cut in the front and the back, ensuring the inability to wear a bra. The spring-green fabric hung on every curve of your body accentuating them and fluttering around your ankles. The generals knew to keep their eyes on the strategy table laid out for battle, or they would lose them.

“Luckily for you, the battle was won last night, giving me all sunrise to come up with this.” He gestured to the floor-to-ceiling pole and its ribbons, which were hovering outward in a circle nearly the entire width of the room. “It’s a May Pole. Humans originally created it to celebrate the spring holiday of Beltane, a fertility holiday. Though this function is of my own design.” He called one ribbon down from the ceiling with the curl of his finger. It slid down your front and under your dress. Another joined it, pulling the opposite way. Finn caught your eyes once more, then opened his thumb and forefinger from their pinching position. Your dress was pulled in two directions, shredding down the middle.

The air cooled around you, bringing your nipple into peaks. Finn growled to see that you were bereft of any underwear. He nodded with a smile and stepped closer. His lips pressed against you, stealing your breath. Your composure. You moaned into his mouth and parted your lips so his tongue could explore you. Finn’s kiss was controlling, commanding. You weren’t going to breathe unless he allowed you too. And he was going to take what he wanted until such a time. A shiver ran through you as his fingers traced up your sides. He thumbed over your nipples. You arched into his touch, writhing as you fought for air. He watched you gasp when he finally broke away. You tensed under his touch as he again ran his thumb over your bottom lip, now swollen. Balor chuckled as you couldn’t help but suck it gently into your mouth.

Finn pulled away and kissed roughly under your jaw, down your neck, between your breasts. While he groped wildly at one, he nipped and sucked on the other. More ribbons curled around your arms, further restricting your movements. You were quivering by the time he finished switching his lavishing attention. As Finn sank to his knees before you, ribbons crossed beautifully across your body. It wasn’t rope, but it had the same intention behind it. The well-placed knots where they crossed dug into your skin in zones Finn knew you were sensitive. He’d just kissed across them.

Your thighs were pushed open so he could breathe warm air over your pussy lips. The ribbons tying you to the pole gave you no room to buck down towards his mouth. You moaned as he flattened his tongue against you. It was borderline cruel how when he thrust his finger into you; he only stroked fast enough to bring you to the brink. The second one made you cry out. The third finger was just on this side of torture.

“Finn,” you moaned, “please.”

“No.” Finn sucked harshly on your clit. “I am nowhere near finished with playing with you.”

He continued to lap at you, thrusting his fingers faster and faster while your legs quaked. With his fingertips dragging at your walls, his desperate feasting on your clit, and his hungry hums of delight, your eyes rolled and the ribbons pressed into your skin as your legs gave out. When you were finally able to see mostly straight, Finn had licked you off his fingers. The tinkling of his belt brought your vision back into focus.

“Thought that would get your attention.” His warm hands massaged your shoulders and your wrists as the ribbons fluttered back up towards the ceiling. “Do you like this, or would you prefer to move to the bed?”

You shook your head. “I like this.” You gave him a quick kiss. “I love you, and I trust you.”

Finn returned your kiss, pressing against you close enough to feel the bulge in his pants against your core. Freed from your bonds, you could rotate your hips forward, surely leaving wet remnants on his crotch. Finn leaned his forehead against yours, fighting to catch his breath as you kept moving. He covered your hands with his where they rested on his chest. It made you smile when he let out a stuttering moan. He guided your wrists above your head to rest against the May pole. There was a whisper of fabric as the ribbons wrapped around them, securing you. Finn stepped back, chest heaving.

“If I let you keep moving like that…”

He snapped his fingers, making his clothes disappear in the blink of an eye. You licked your lips, watching him stroke his length. A whine sounded from the back of your throat. Ribbons wrapped around your hips after you bucked them forward. Finn stepped closer and teased his head at your entrance. He nuzzled his nose against yours and again teased at your nipples. Distracted by his touch, you cried out as he sheathed himself fully. There was time for you to catch your breath and to adjust to him before he began to move.

The vessel of the demon king was perfect as executing the perfect pleasure torture. Fast. Slow. Alternating between the two at such random intervals that you were never ready. He moaned with your alternating cries, enjoying it as much as you. Just as you would reach something close to a peak, Finn would switch his tactics and take your release two steps back before working you back up again. At first, that was all you thought it was. But the lightning running through your veins and the ice hot sensation of your skin said otherwise. You were right on the edge; something was holding you back.

“Finn, please let me come.” When he didn’t answer, a shiver ran through you. “Please let me come. Balor.”

He looked up at you and grinned. There was a red twinge to the gleam in his eyes. “I don’t know. We both like the idea of you being a quivering mess. Perhaps edge you all day.” He swallowed your keening with a nose-smashing kiss. His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you down harder on his length. “What do you say to that?” he growled in your ear.

“No, please,” you begged. “I’m sorry. I won’t interrupt again. Please let me, oh, let me come.”

He sucked on your neck and spun his thumb on your clit. “Then cum. And keep coming until I let you stop.”

Your vision blurred as the orgasm crashed through you. You mewled as he kept moving, speeding up to chase his own release. The next release followed quickly. He pulled your legs up around his hips since they could no longer support you. His chest was heaving, and his thrusts began to falter. Through your haze, you could hear someone screaming. It must have been you because your throat was sore by the time the last wave overtook you. Your vision whitened. Finn’s gasping grunts followed as he pumped his hips the last few times.

The ribbons released you, letting you drop into his arms. He carried you to the bed. The soft fabric helped ease the ache out of your body, even as he massaged your shoulders and rubbed lotion on your wrists.

“If I have your permission to tease, can we do that again some time?” You yawned. It never did take you long to fall asleep after such a session.

“But if I give you permission, then I can’t ‘punish’ you.” He stroked your jaw, watching your eyes flutter and fight their heaviness. “Do I have permission to punish you even though you have permission to tease me. Sparingly?”

You hummed in agreement. “Happy Beltane, Finn.” The words had barely left your lips before you were asleep.

“Happy Beltane, moi chroi.”

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Whispers

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Jason and the reader are due a turn in the Wayne spotlight. They attend, but Jason finds a way to keep the evening interesting.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Hearing Impaired!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: dirty talk (extreme edition), cumming in public, implied further smut

Word Count: 1280

Note: I have the headcanon that Jason is a worse tease than Dick. So here is Jason when he’s captive in a suit and can only think about you. Tag lists and request open, and please let me know if you like the fic with comments and reblogs!

When you reached the top of the stairs, you saw Jason pacing the ground floor like a caged tiger. “Do you really hate the Wayne Gala this much?” You asked, drawing his attention. “Or is this your version of a grown-up temper tantrum?”

Jason whistled. His eyes stayed glued to your thigh when it peeked out during your descent. “I’ll put up with the Gala for as long as I can see you in that dress. Who knew you cleaned up so nice?”

“You’re not to bad yourself.” You stopped next to him to straighten his tie. It would be in his pocket or completely lost within an hour, but for now, it complemented the perfect suit. You hated going to the showboating fest too, but it was worth it to see Jason in the suit. “Ready to go?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

In the elevator at Wayne Tower, Jason frantically checked his pockets. “Before I forget, I brought our earbuds.” He put his in, then held yours out and waited. You put in your advanced coms and gave Jason your hearing aids.

“Any particular reason? Does Bruce want us to keep an eye out for something?”

“No.” The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. He leaned in close. “I’m going to make you cum before the end of the night.” He grinned big next to you for the sudden flash of paparazzi, then he was gone.

You were dragged away for an interview. It was a reporter you had spoken to before, so she knew to emphasize pronunciation and keep her head tilted towards you so you could see her lips. The next few followed her example, so your responses were better than usual, though still mostly fluff.

“The Wayne family is always proud and humbled to give their annual donations to the Gotham, Metropolis, and Star City hospitals. This year we will begin planning to also donate to Bludhaven’s hospitals in the next season. If we can give these major cities the due funding they require, from the largest centers to the smallest clinics, then we can build up to peacefully retaking our cities.”

You felt a tapping in your ear, telling you Jason has turned on his earbud. You twiddled the crystalline flute of some bubbly beverage and refocused on the microphone in front of you.

“Yes, the funding is moving into the next stage. Data from former years is ensuring that each medical structure is getting the funding they need. So far most of it is going to clinics in the further stretches of town, and the ones deep in the middle of each city. Funding is based on need, not the… pardon me, not the prestige of the hospital’s name as it has been done in the past.”

The reporter continued to ask questions, but you were distracted by the moaning and grunting sounds in your ear. With a tight smile, you cut the question short and wiggled your almost empty glass in his face. “Excuse me.” The reporter nodded with short thanks. You walked away to a corner of the room to look for Jason.

“Can you see me?” Jason’s voice was deep. You knew from experience what it felt like against your chest or between your legs. “Some reporter brought some weights for me to use. Trying to gauge whether I could be the Batman or not.”

You swallowed, mentally picturing the way you knew his muscles rippled. “His conclusion?”

“To be determined in the morning print. You sound a bit out of breath Y/N. Did I distract you?”

Licking your lips, you moved closer to a set of broad shoulders facing away from you. Upon getting closer, you realized the stance was too wide and the height too short. You huffed. “Not in the slightest. What are you playing at, Jason?”

“I’m bored. You will be bored if you aren’t already. It’s the same six questions for papers looking for the exclusive. Come on, let’s have a little fun. You better pray that you find me fast.”

He was gone again for a few minutes. Just enough time for you to get snagged into a group bedazzled with expensive jewelry worn once a year. Now it was the rich people asking you the reporter’s questions, but you had to reword your answers so they wouldn’t read them in the morning.

Jason tapped again. In the background, you could hear the heavy clacking of plates as if he was close to a kitchen. “That slit in your dress would make for some quick access to your pussy. I bet if we found the right corner, I could eat you out and nobody could see me. Would you be able to hold a straight face as I thrust my tongue and fingers into your wet hole? I bet you would give our spot away with those sweet sounds you make. Especially if I suck on your clit hard the way you like it.”

You cleared your throat and excused yourself from the group. “Seriously?”

“Yes. And since I know you always make a mess out of my face, I bet I’ll have to use whatever you’re wearing underneath to clean up.”

The thin under layer you did have was in danger of staining through to the front of your dress. If Jason kept up for much longer, you might have to leave early. Unless… two could play at this game.

“While the slit is useful for you, I can use it too. Do you know how hard it is to kneel in an evening gown? If I can’t kneel, then I can’t tease you with kitten licks up the underside of your cock the way you like it.”

“Hmm, if you make me ruin my suit pants, we’ll both be in trouble. Slit or no slit, there is no way this night isn’t ending without you screaming my name for the whole gala to hear. Not that you’ll be thinking about that. You’ll be too busy feeling how good I fill you up. How good my cock drags in and out of you. How good my aim is when I find that spot inside you that makes your knees give out.”

You leaned back into a wall to keep your balance. “Oh really?” Your voice shook despite your attempt to keep it even. You’d never admit it, but you were ready to fall apart right there. “And then what?”

Jason appeared at your shoulder and whispered into your ear, “and then I throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here so we can make out in the limo. Then when we’re home and I have you to myself, we’re not done until its breakfast time, and time to eat you out all over again.”

You whimpered and reached back to curl your fingers in his hair. “Jason,” you moaned.

“Any last words?”

“Yeah,” you gasped, “payback is going to be a bitch.”

Jason pressed his body against your back with a chuckle, you could feel his hard length on the small of your back. He squeezed your waist tightly as he whispered, “cum.”

Your body shivered from the tips of your toes to the tips of your fingers to the top of your head. Damn if even just imagining what he was going to do to you didn’t feel like the real thing. You clawed into his wrist where he was holding you up. When your vision came back, and your breathing began to settle down, you turned around and kissed him.

Jason nuzzled his nose against yours when you broke off to catch your breath. “So. Are you ready to begin?”

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Yuletide Mischief

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At the Yule banquet, the reader wears a revealing dress that inspires Loki to ensure she remembers who she is married to.

Pairing: Loki x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: teasing, use of magic, bondage (kinda), teasing/SMUT in public, food mention

Word Count: 1540

Note: Felt like writing something naughty for the winter break. Please let me know if you enjoyed it likes, comments, and reblogs. (Comments and additions on reblogs make me giggly.) My tag lists and requests are open. Please enjoy!  

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With a twirl, you admired your gown and figure in the mirror. Loki was already present at the Yule banquet. Frigga had requested his assistance with some Seidr decorations. For all his sly pride and tricks, Loki loved this time of year. Outside may be blue and white with cold, but inside everything was decorated in his and his brother’s colors of green and red. He smiled more around Yuletime as well. More accepted. More at home than any other time of the year.

You spun again with a giggle. The dress was a special commission for you as an early Yule gift for Loki. The neckline put the swell of your breasts on full display, though modestly covered with a sheer layer of golden lace. Not that it would save you from blushing. Gold ribbons crisscrossed the shimmery green fabric. If the firelight hit it just right, observers would be able to see your family color of blue in the swells and crests as you moved. But it was mostly green and gold to match your husband’s motley. The special addition, though, was the slit on one side running up from the hem to your upper thigh. You used your Seidr to decorate your thigh with henna-like designs hiding symbols used only between you and Loki. Ones that would make him jealous, and also possessively aroused.

A young maid knocked on your chamber door announcing the beginning of the pre-banquet festivities.

You left her to surprise Loki.

The banquet hall’s twin was covered in glittering adornments from floor to ceiling. Streamers and winter flowers framed Frigga and Loki’s moving portraits of Yule’s past. For all of the ornamentation, the members of the court twittered and filled the hall with beautiful song. Many forwent their usual colors. Instead, green and red were the colors of the evening. Finding Loki would be difficult. More difficult than you imagined. As others danced in the center, you were floated from portrait to portrait as various courtiers cooed of Loki’s skill, praising you for calming his tricks to just a few pranks over the year.

Another hand clasped you and pulled you away from a group. “Have you been looking for me?” Loki’s voice eased you to melt in his arms as he swept you away for a dance.

“Yes, darling. Awe-struck nobility kept me from my task though.” You looked around again as he twirled you. “The hall is beautiful.”

“Thank you. I’m glad the muse is impressed.” Loki frowned, eyeing the slit in your dress as you stepped forward with the dance. “And what is this?”

“It’s your Yule present. Well, one of them. Do you like it?”

“In a sort. Though why you chose to gift it to the court as well is beyond me.” Loki’s eyes glittered as the music came to an end. “What are you playing at, Y/N? You know you will not be able to out-mischief me.”

Your reply was interrupted by a chorus of bells that drew everyone’s attention to the doors to the banquet hall. Before the last tone faded away, they swung open to reveal the table long enough to seat the whole court. Loki frowned at you and led you to your seat. He pushed in your chair next Frigga on Odin’s right, then sat across from you next to Thor. Through Odin’s Yule speech, Loki kept his eyes locked with you, making you shiver under his gaze.

As the feat began, Loki hovered various foods to your plate. He seared runes onto meat, cut it into vegetables, and let you the message that this dinner would not pass without some revenge. You prepared yourself to see what else he would say, through runes or out loud, that he knew would make you blush.

But he said nothing.

He hadn’t broken gaze during the speech. Now he barely looked at you, leaving you to debate magical practices with Frigga. Thor noticed and occasionally looked at you as the banquet progressed. As the time slugged by, and the runes faded from your food, unease like waiting for the first horn of battle settled into your stomach. As more time passed, you wondered if you read the runes wrong and that they said the night would not pass instead of the dinner.

Then you felt a chill creep up your exposed thigh.

Your eyes went wide, but you quickly blinked them to normal to not draw attention to yourself. It circled down to your ankle and pulled it against the chair leg. Something like metal clasped shut. Now you wouldn’t be able to press your thighs together without turning awkwardly from Frigga. The chill warmed the longer it was in contact with your skin. It crept up your thigh, circling and squeezing. Your breath came out in short gasps, though you were able to keep your chest from heaving.

“Y/N, are you alright? You look a little flush.” Frigga’s voice brought you back to focus.

“Yes. It’s wonderfully warm in here. Is it just from the fire, or did you finally get the circulation spell working?”

Frigga branched off into detail, but you were only half listening. The warm tendril had worked its way up to the top band of your panties. You waited with baited breath for it to work under the band. Loki’s eyes caught yours and for a split second you feared he would hold you on edge for the whole evening. He grinned in triumph as your fork fell from your hand. The warmth covered your whole sex, though a tendril worked on your clit. It split into two and the second began to tease its way into you. You gripped the edge of your chair in an effort to keep a placid face. If you were failing, nobody made mention.

Loki winked.

The tendrils took turns vibrating against you. Alternating and ever-changing patterns brought you quickly to the brink. But he kept you on the edge. Loki avoided the areas he knew you were sensitive at. He hit just next to them. Acknowledging them made them more desperate. You fought bucking in your chair for relief. The series of toasts were coming up, and you had an inkling you knew which one he was aiming you make you cum on.

Odin stood and raised his glass. The assembly remained sitting but raised their glasses. “To victories that we have won in this year, and to the brave warriors that brought them, we salute you!” The assembly echoed his last phrase and drank.

The tendril on your clit stopped moving but did not move away. The second moved slowly in a delicious drag.

“To the peace we have found, and to the bountiful harvest that feeds Asgard and her neighbors, we drink and feast to make room for more.”

The second tendril began to move faster. The first began light taps on your clit, jolting you in your chair.

Thor stood with his goblet. “And to the king, father to all: Odin. May the next one thousand years be as prosperous as the first.

You almost choked drinking the toast as Loki’s magic took over your senses. Goosebumps broke out over your body and you quaked in your chair. A mist settled over your eyes. The haze tunneled your sight to the god across the table. Blood pounded in your ears. You could hear how ragged your breath was, like waves before a storm.

Still, the tendrils continued to work you higher into bliss. The one on your clit took up its earlier pattern, though faster and more focused. The second split into several inside you so as to reach every sensitive point at once.

Your usual shout of ecstasy fell out as a whimper, unheard in the din of applause for the toasts. Loki smiled in triumph and lifted his glass towards you. As he drank, the magic fell from your body, and your ankle was released. Your head lolled to one side as you fought to keep your posture.

Frigga’s voice brought you to attention. “Are you alright, dear? Your flush is deeper than before.”

“Yes, my queen,” you nearly croaked. “I think the Yule ale has rushed to my head. I might retire before the closing dances, by your leave.”

“Of course; rest well. I will see you again tomorrow.”

It took the rest of the banquet for you to ease your breathing back into its usual pattern. By then, Loki was again avoiding your gaze. Finally, Odin announced the final revelry. Loki took the chance to leave with you by a side door.

“Have you learned your lesson, pet?” You hummed positively. He looped his arm in yours so you could lean your head on his shoulder. Loki paused outside of your shared chambers. “You said earlier that this gown was only one of my Yule presents. What are the others?”

A thrill ran through you. The night still had room for more mischief. “You have to unwrap the first gift to get to the others.” You tugged on the sheer lace of your bodice, revealing just a thin ribbon of the lace garments underneath the gown.

Loki licked his lips and quickly led you inside.

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Warm Me Up

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Request: “Can I request a fic where the reader (named Effy please, if possible) is dating Elias Samson and they go to a ski resort for some RnR and Effy loses her Vcard to Elias and its passionate and super sexy? Thank you!” – @1rsolideranna

Pairing: Elias Samson x Reader/OC (Effy)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, loss of virginity, language, slight teasing

Word Count: ~1950

Note: This was such a cute request! I’ve never been skiing, so if I get a few things wrong there, please forgive me. I hope you guys like how this turned out, and if you do please let me know with comments, reblogs and likes! There’s another Elias fic coming soon inspired by an anon request. If you have your own request (WWE, Marvel, DC, Supernatural) shoot me a message or in my private messages (and still stay anon if you like, but we can work out more details). And my tag lists are open, too. Now please enjoy!

It took your breath away as the icy air crashed into your cheeks. You kept your legs bent in an attempt to make your form more streamlined. Behind you, you could hear laughter and trash-talking as other members of the roster raced to catch up with you.

But you were winning.

With a final extra push with your poles, you passed the base of the slope. You let out a shrill squeal as the second and third placing Sasha and Bailey took turns skidding to a halt in front of you, drenching you in snow.

“I thought you never skied before?” Sasha asked, brushing some of the frosty dust off your shoulders.

“That was this morning! I’m a fast learner.” You guys moved out of the way and took off your ski’s. You were just straightening your jacket when large arms wrapped around your waist and a melody was hummed in your ear.

“How’d you do this time?” Elias’s eyebrows angled towards one another as he brushed off a large clump of snow from your back. You turned to beam up at him.

“First place. But it’s still a… um… blue run. A beginner’s route.” Your next words were cut off as Elias angled your chin up for a kiss just as brilliant and skin-tingling as the first. Two years. Two years since that first kiss that locked you two together at the hip. It seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, and yet feel like a lifetime all at the same time. He leaned close to your ear.

“Your nose is cold.” He laughed as you quickly covered your nose with your gloves trying to bring some warmth back to your face.

The slope closed up for the evening as the day darkened. You hit Elias with a snowball while he was turning in your ski’s, then raced him to the warmth of the lodge, dodging his defense. The field beside the lodge was well lit, making it the perfect place for a snowball fight. You and Sasha made a wall from someone’s failed snowman and set to pummeling Elias. Gallows was caught in the crossfire and joined your boyfriend. They let loose a close set of volleys, giving you and Sasha no time to do anything but huddle and wait for them to need time to reload.

Per usual, she circled the conversation back to your relationship with the Drifter. “So, what’s in your schedule for this afternoon? Kisses and hot chocolate… or is hot chocolate code for something else?” You giggled as she wiggled her eyebrows at you.

“Can you focus on making ammo? And no, it’s not code… but it might be soon.” A small smile escaped watching her face light up. “I feel so… complete with him, you know? I want to… take the next step.”

“When? He knows you’re a virgin, right?”

“I was planning tonight. And yes, I told him ages ago.” Your heart warmed in your chest. “He’s been waiting for me to be ready.”

Sasha looked past you and dropped her voice to a whisper. “Then go get it!” She singed “have fun” while hurrying away.

“Wait! Don’t abandon me! Sasha!” The sound of her laughter was overrun with snow as Elias dumped an armful of snowballs over your fort. You heard Sasha squeal as Gallows chased after her. “We surrender!” you cried, finishing in a fit of laughter as you took the last second of ‘battle’ to toss snow in Elias’s face, making him sputter.

“You’re going to pay for that, little girl.” Before you could catch your breath, Elias was rolling the both of you through the snow. He laughed as you squealed when some went down the back of your coat. He finally stopped with you on top of him, breathless and nearly frozen. And yet, with how close his face was to yours and how his torso rose to meet your heaving chest, you felt quite warm. Particularly between your legs.

“Elias, I’m cold. Can we go inside and get warmed up?”

“Yeah.” He helped you to your feet. “Do you want some hot chocolate?”

“Maybe later. I was hoping… maybe, if you wanted, that you could warm me up?” Your cheeks flushed as Elias stopped dead in his tracks. His Adam’s apple bobbed. His eyes, pupils already dilating, homed in on yours.

“I think I could manage that if that’s what you really want.” You nodded your head. “I’m going to need more of an answer than that, but lets inside first.” He didn’t say another word or do anything more than hold your hand all the way to his room. Elias ran his thumb along your jawline, keeping his eyes focused on yours. “Are you sure? I don’t want to rush you into this if you’re not ready.”

“I’m sure,” you breathed. You tried again, though your voice keened more than coming out strong. “I need you.” Your heart stopped. One second. Two seconds. It restarted with the third as Elias caught you in a lip bruising kiss. It took him a few extra seconds to get the key to work, but he pulled you close before you could get to far inside. He pinned you between him and the door, capturing you in a kiss, running his fingers through your hair as you held onto his shoulders for dear life. This kiss was deeper than the several before. Like he was relearning you.

You fumbled with his layers when you finally broke apart. He helped you shed yours, dropping them haphazardly as he led you further into his room. The way his muscles rippled under your fingertips sent shivers down your spine. Elias noticed and paused holding the hem of your final shirt.

“Please.”

Then your shirt was gone and you fell onto the bed so Elias could help you wriggle out of the fuzzy tights you had worn as a final cold barrier. Instinctively you covered yourself back up. Again, Elias stopped what he was doing. You took a few seconds to breathe, then lowered your hands so he could see you. A wave of giddy warmth spread through you as Elias made a slight gasp and finally stepped out of his jeans.

He leaned down and kissed your forehead. “You are stunning.” He began to kiss his way down your cheekbones, down the side of your neck and pausing to suck on your pulse point, then across your collarbone. Your skin prickled in goosebumps as he kissed down into the valley of your breasts. When you arched under his ministrations he reached behind you and unclasped your bra with a little difficulty. You giggled as he cursed under his breath. Leaning up, you undid the last clasp and let him toss the offending clothing away. Heat was rising between your legs. You rubbed your thighs together for some relief as Elias kissed and sucked each of your nipples equally. Finally satisfied with their hardness, he continued his journey down your stomach and stopped just shy of the waistband of your panties.

“You don’t have to-“ you began.

“I want to,” he murmured against your skin. “And yes, I do. I’ve got to make sure you’re ready for me.” He kissed your hipbone, then curled his fingers under the band. Once you were bare, he kissed your inner thigh and spread your legs further apart. Your hair kept your fingers busy as you tried not to jolt with anticipation.

You hummed as he gave a tentative lick to your sex. Humming eased into moaning as Elias worked you open, drinking your pooling essence with delight. His hands passed up and down your thighs. Keeping you calm even as you already felt like begging for more. Your hips rolled up to meet him with rising urgency until he pinned you down. With one arm stretched across your pelvis, he eased one finger into your heat, using it to add to the pleasure. Adding a second finger, he scissored you open, curling and stroking until your breath was coming out in gasps. He began to flick his tongue over your clit as he added a third. With a few more strokes and a gentle suck, your walls clamped down on his fingers and your thighs wrapped around his head. You let out a cry of delight then sank into the sheets with a shiver.

“There she is. My beautiful Effy with her perfect voice. I’m going to make you sing all night, sweetheart, if you want.”

Panting, you raised our head to look at him between your legs. His beard was shimmering with your slick and he was smiling just about from ear to ear. You closed your eyes in bliss as he kissed your clit. “Elias,” you moaned. When you opened them he was standing and you could see the prominent bulge in the front of his briefs. You leaned up and tugged on the waistband, both begging him to take it off and to pull him closer. You leaned back on your arms with a whine as he stroked his length, wiggling your hips impatiently. He pushed them down with a chuckle.

Sweet heavens above.

He stopped again, then began to search through his jeans. He muttered, “where is it?” under his breath.

“I’m on birth control.” You caught his gaze. “Have been for a while. Wanted to be ready.”

He nodded and scooted you up the bed. He settled between your knees. “Are you still sure?”

You leaned up and whispered into his ear, “yes, now will you please fuck me already?” Elias growled and sucked on your bottom lip, easing you back into the sheets. He teased his head at your entrance until you were squirming and keening into this mouth.

“Take a deep breath,” he said. He breathed out with you as he eased his cock into you, moving it in and out a little at a time. Several deep breaths later he was fully sheathed in you. Elias’s muscles flexed as he fought to keep his hips from moving. You took three more deep gasps of air before rolling your hips.

Whatever you thought it was going to feel like, this was better.

Little sparks of pleasure shocked their way through your body as Elias began a slow pace. You watched, mesmerized, as his abs contracted and his cock disappeared and reappeared over and over. Heat and cold took turns spreading through your body. Elias caught one of your nipples in his mouth, laving over it. He grunted as you gripped his biceps and dug in your fingernails. You could feel everything building and fought to keep your eyes open.

“You feel so perfect, Effy.”

You could only sigh in response.

He began to move faster, forcing moans and cries past your lips. Skin slapping against skin mingled with Elias’s moans rumbling in his chest and your increasingly louder cries of pleasure.

“Elias, I’m –“ you came with a shout before you could finish. Elias followed soon after with a shout of his own. He gently pulled out and fell to one side of you. After a few minutes of feeling the afterglow, you felt him leave the bed and heard the sound of running water. You tried not to flinch when he pressed a warm cloth to your sex. You weren’t expecting the soreness, but you didn’t exactly dislike it either.

He spooned behind you, rubbing your stomach. “Nap and then dinner?”

You hummed. “Nap, then dinner… then ice cream for dessert so you can warm me up again?”

Elias chuckled and kissed the back of your neck, humming in agreement. You both dozed off within minutes.

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