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The flash of cameras painted the night bright, relentless. Y/N stood a step behind her husband, her expression serene, composed, practiced to perfection. But inside? She was starving.

Y/N was in a dress that left very little room for imagination. Black satin, backless, halter neckline drawing the eye to her collarbones and the delicate dip between them. It clung to her waist, skimmed her hips, and opened up into a high slit that made it criminal for her to move too quickly. Elegant. Sexy. Just dangerous enough. Her hair was up, only a few loose curls framing her face, neck bare, skin glowing under the lights.

Bill moved through the crowd with that quiet confidence that made people stop mid-sentence just to watch him pass. He didn’t chase attention, he didn’t need to. Every autograph he signed, every brief glance he gave, every question he answered it was all so casual, so effortless.

She admired how he spoke, but what undid her were the little things he didn’t even realize he was doing. The subtle roll of his shoulders as he shifted from foot to foot, how the muscles in his jaw flexed slightly when he was thinking. The occasional scrape of his teeth against his bottom lip when he smiled.

To make things worse, he looked impossibly handsome tonight. His suit fitted like it had been made with only him in mind, hugging his broad shoulders and narrow waist perfectly, and its color, a chocolate-brown, highlighted his beautiful green eyes.

Y/N had a special obsession with his hands though. When he gestured mid-interview, fingers slightly splayed, palm up, she stared longer than she meant to. She couldn’t help it, it was like her body remembered before her brain could catch up. The way those hands had gripped her hips the night before, pressing her down into the sheets while she arched up into him, half-crying from how good he felt inside her. The way his thumb had circled her clit, slow and heavy, like he had all the time in the world. The way he had held her throat, not to hurt her, but to own her when she shattered around him.

Her thighs discreetly pressed together. God, if she could just grab him by the collar and pull him behind the nearest curtain, she would. Let them hear. Let them wonder.

He moved again, flashing a small smile at a reporter, head tilting in that way he did when he was listening intently. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. Just a quick thing, thoughtless. But again it hit her like a goddamn truck and her stomach twisted with need.

She could barely breathe from how much she wanted him. And then his eyes found hers, for just one second, maybe two. He met her stare and let his gaze fall to the slit in her dress and then rise to her red lips, earning her a small smirk that lasted for only a beat on his own before he drove his attention back to the journalists.

It was a warning. Bill knew exactly what she had in mind, he could feel it coming from her by the way her eyes were practically burning holes in him.

Y/N swallowed hard, looking away before she did something reckless. Like dropping to her knees and choking on his cock in front of everyone.

The premiere dragged on, just like the after party. Y/N usually enjoyed attending those events, but tonight she just wanted to go home.

She felt like she was glowing from the inside out. Not from the camera flashes, not from the praise and polite greetings whispered to her like she was some rare thing by the people they passed, but from the sheer, unrelenting desire pulling at every nerve in her body. Her skin felt tight, her breath shallow behind the soft smile she kept perfectly in place. She mingled when needed, answered questions when spoken to, posed at his side like she belonged there. But her eyes kept drifting back to him. Always.

Bill leaned against the balcony rail, listening to someone with his usual poise, nodding occasionally, one hand in his pocket, the other loosely holding a whiskey glass. And all she could think about was how those fingers felt inside her, lazily curling as he watched her fall apart, the low murmur of his voice talking her through every wave of it, “I know, baby, I know” - the memory of his own words making her shiver.

God, she was going to combust.

She caught him watching her again once or twice, ever for long, just long enough to make her burn.

By the time the party began to thin out and goodbyes were being exchanged, she was practically vibrating. His hand landed at the small of her back as they left, a light touch, gentlemanly. But even that was enough to make her stomach flip.

The car was waiting and Bill opened the passenger door for her, flashing her that look again, one that only just hinted at what was underneath. She slid in, crossed her legs slowly, and caught the slight hitch in his breath as her thigh peeked through the slit of her dress again.

Once on the road, silence filled the car and felt like a time ticking bomb ready to explode.

Y/N stared at him, at the way his long fingers wrapped firmly around the steering wheel, the way the tendons in his hand shifted slightly and the way his signature rings eventually glimmered under the street lights.

Her eyes dropped to his lips and her thoughts wandered to how that mouth, currently unspeaking, had worshiped every inch of her body.

His jaw was tight, his focus locked on the road. But it wasn’t the kind of concentration that came from needing to drive carefully, it was something else. She could feel it. How his entire body was wired for tension and calm at the same time, like a wolf in a tuxedo.

That control, that restraint. Despite his stoic poise, she knew he was also struggling and maybe, just maybe, if he wasn’t a public person, he’d pull the car over and have his way with her right on the street. The big bulge strained by his pants only confirmed that.

She couldn’t look away.

Her fingers curled tightly in her lap and she bit her bottom lip, trying to ground herself. Trying not to let the sound of the engine rumbling beneath them feed into the fantasy playing out in her head. One where he’d bend her over and fuck her senseless. She swallowed, hard.

“We’re almost home.” He glanced at her sideways with a knowing smirk.

His voice was low and casual, almost amused. Y/N didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Her mouth had gone dry the moment he moved his free hand to adjust his cock inside his pants.

She clenched her thighs, barely breathing, her pulse thudding loud in her ears. His scent drifted over with every breath of shared air, clean skin, expensive cologne, a trace of smoke and something so uniquely him that always made her ache.

She reached for the hem of her dress, smoothing it slowly along her thigh as if that would somehow help. It didn’t. Nothing could help the wildfire under her skin now.

One of Bill’s hands rested on her left thigh, squeezing it slightly and she nearly whimpered.

He didn’t look at her, not yet. Just sat there, completely composed, his thumb drawing small circles on her skin.

By the time they reached their house, she was trembling.

He parked, cut the engine and then he turned in his seat, one hand resting on the wheel, the other still on her thigh, green eyes meeting hers with deliberate slowness as he gave her a tight squeeze.

She stared back at him, pupils blown wide, lips parted, dress riding scandalously high as he leaned in just enough that his voice came out in a demanding whisper.

“Inside.”

That was all he said, but it was all she needed.

She didn’t wait for him to open her door. Y/N stepped out on shaky legs, the night air doing nothing to cool the fever burning beneath her skin. Bill was already rounding the car, his movements controlled but urgent, tension humming off of him in waves.

The front door clicked shut behind them and then came the sound: his belt hitting the floor.

She turned to look at him and in two strides, he had her pinned against the wall, one hand in her hair, the other gripping her thigh and dragging it up around his waist. His mouth hovered just over hers, breath hot, eyes dark, chest rising hard against her.

“You think I didn’t notice the way you were looking at me all night?”

His hand slid higher up her thigh, fingers grazing dangerously close to where she was already dripping for him.

“The way your eyes begged me to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you until you forgot your own name?”

She whimpered when pressed his hips into hers.

“Now I’m going to do every filthy thing I’ve been thinking about since the second you stepped out in that dress…”

He paused, his breath catching slightly as he looked at her, devouring her with his eyes.

“And I won’t stop until you can’t remember what it feels like not to be full of me.”

Hello my dears!!

Just stopping by to let you know that the next chapter of “Bite Me” and part 2 of “Video Games” will probably take a bit longer to be published, because my mind is currently hyperfixated on the System Of A Down concert I have next week, and I can’t think about anything else right now.

But as soon as I get back from the concert those next parts will probably be out very fast.

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Bite Me - Eric Draven (AU) x Reader | Part. 5

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Summary:

They were childhood rivals who hadn’t spoken in years, until a wedding reunion throws them back into each other’s orbit. With tension simmering beneath every glance, one weekend turns into a series of unexpected moments, sharp words, and almosts that linger long after the party ends. But when fate keeps bringing them back together, the line between hate and something far more irresistible begins to blur.

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I hope you like this next chapter, I had so much fun writing it, let me know your thoughts and guesses for the next one!

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It was getting embarrassing. The amount of first dates she’d been on since the lake house trip? Ridiculous.

All those weeks she told herself it was about moving on, shaking off the dream and the stupid, aching obsession that came with it. But deep down, she knew the truth: She was looking for a replacement.

Someone to make her feel something remotely close to what Eric had made her feel in that goddamn dream. Someone whose body could match the weight of his on top of hers, someone whose kiss could fog up her brain and leave her gasping awake and desperate.

Instead, she got fumbled touches, boring kisses, one guy who moaned during the first kiss and another who tried to dirty talk mid-undressing by quoting the 50 Shades of Grey. Absolutely terrible.

Nothing landed. Nothing stuck. Sex, when it happened, was mechanical at best. At worst, a disappointment she faked her way through just to make it end faster.

Her friends said she was just in a dry spell. She laughed and said maybe her standards were too high. But the truth? Her body was stuck on someone it had never even really had.

Once again she’d gone through the usual steps: makeup, outfit, mentally preparing to be underwhelmed, and was fully expecting this date to be like the others. Safe, forgettable, mildly disappointing. Another attempt to prove to herself that what happened at the lake was a fluke, that it hadn’t really left a dent.

But by the second drink, she found herself smiling. Actually smiling.

The guy, Mason, was charming in a low-effort kind of way. Confident without being cocky. Funny, not performative. He had kind blue eyes and a deep laugh that made her relax in her seat. He even caught her references without making it into a competition. And he didn’t try too hard to touch her. No constant hand on the small of her back. No hovering. Just… talking. Listening. Making her laugh.

She caught herself leaning in. This was nice. It was the first time in weeks she actually felt a spark.

Not fireworks, not chaos, but something warm and steady, something she hadn’t realized she’d been missing.

And for once, she wasn’t thinking about what came next. She wasn’t wondering if he’d kiss her unexpectedly. She wasn’t comparing him to someone else. She was just there, enjoying the moment. Enjoying herself.

And across the room, Eric saw everything.

He’d only just walked in, a hand resting casually on the back of the woman beside him. They were mid-conversation, his smile halfway formed, when his gaze flicked toward the booth Y/N was and stopped cold.

There she was. Hair down, shoulders bare in some slinky top that made his throat go dry. Laughing like she didn't have a care in the world. Her hand on some guy’s arm. Her eyes shining.

The smile dropped from his face.

He hadn’t seen her since the lake house. Hadn’t heard from her. And maybe he’d thought she’d been just as mentally struck by that weekend as he was, tossing and turning, replaying moments that could have happened if they weren’t constantly worried about pissing each other off.

But this? This didn’t look struck.

He almost missed what the woman beside him was saying. She tugged at his arm, laughing, trying to pull him toward the bar. He let her, but his eyes didn’t leave Y/N.

Not until she turned.

She must’ve felt it, his stare. She looked up slowly, eyes scanning the room until they landed on him.

And then she froze. It hit her like a blow to the chest.

She hadn’t seen him come in. Hadn’t noticed the girl on his arm or the way he was watching her. She’d been too busy enjoying herself. Too caught off-guard by the rare possibility of something working.

Now all of that joy fizzled into static.

Their eyes locked and her smile slid from her lips. His gaze was unreadable, not angry, not smug, just… sharp. Too sharp. He looked at her date, then back at her, and something subtle shifted in his jaw.

Her pulse kicked. She tried to recover, smoothing her expression, even leaning slightly closer to Mason in a pathetic attempt to reclaim the easy moment she’d lost. But it was gone. He had taken it.

And then she noticed her. The woman next to Eric. Stunning. Effortlessly elegant. Touching his chest as she whispered something in his ear.

Y/N swallowed hard and turned back to Mason with a smile that felt like it was cracking down the middle.

She could feel his gaze on her from across the bar. Even when she wasn’t looking, her skin prickled with the weight of it. Mason was still talking, something about a trip to the coast, and she was nodding, laughing in the right places, playing her part like a pro. But her mind wasn’t in it anymore.

She tilted her body toward Mason again, nodded at something he said like she was still locked in, still present. And she was. Kind of.

Her date didn’t seem to notice the shift, thank god. Or maybe he was too caught up in the way she was laughing again, leaning forward just enough that her top dipped slightly. Her fingers brushed against his when he reached for another drink, and she let them linger.

She dared another glance towards Eric and she deeply regretted it.

One of his hands rested casually on the small of the woman’s back and Eric leaned in to say something close to her ear. Something that made her laugh and touch his chest like she owned him.

Y/N’s smile tightened.

The woman tipped her chin toward him, flirting in that quiet, practiced way. Eric said something else, slow and low, and then, just to really drive the knife in, he looked across the room at Y/N again. Met her eyes, held them and smirked.

She turned back to Mason quickly, laughing too hard at whatever he’d just said, her hand landing on his arm like muscle memory. If Eric wanted to make her jealous, fine. Two could play that game.

She leaned in again, close enough for Mason to catch the hint, and when he did, his hand brushed her thigh under the table, she let it happen.

But even as Mason leaned in like he might kiss her, her mind was already a few tables over, tracing every inch of Eric’s expression. That lazy smirk. That smug tilt of his head.

He knew exactly what he was doing. And damn it, it was working.

Mason’s hand brushed higher on her thigh. It wasn’t unwelcome, not really, but it wasn’t electric either. Just a growing restlessness in her chest.

Y/N leaned back slightly, smiled at him, and said, “I’ll be right back,” before slipping out of the booth and heading toward the bathroom.

Only she didn’t go to the bathroom.

The cool air outside hit against her flushed skin. She leaned against the brick walls, closing her eyes, letting herself breathe for the first time in what felt like hours.

God, she was unraveling. All it had taken was one look at him. One smug glance, one perfectly timed smirk, and she was spiraling.

The door creaked open next to her. She didn’t have to look. His presence pressed against her like gravity.

She heard the flick of the lighter first, then caught the faint scent of his cologne mixed with smoke. He stepped into her peripheral, leaned against the wall beside her, cigarette between his fingers.

“You stalking me now?” She asked, arms folding tightly across her chest like a shield.

“I know you’d love that.” He replied easily, not even looking at her as he exhaled a slow breath of smoke.

She glanced over at him. “Where’s your date?”

“In the bathroom, I think. Not really keeping track.” His voice was low, indifferent, but she heard the edge in it.

“How considerate of you.”

That earned a quiet laugh from him, humorless and dry.

“I could say the same about you,” he said, turning to look at her now. His eyes were darker in the dim light, flicking down her body before settling back on her face. “Your date’s still in there, while you’re out here. With me.”

“I’m not with you,” she snapped. “You followed me.”

Eric smirked and shrugged unbothered. “Didn’t hear you telling me to leave.”

The silence that followed was thick, tense, heavy with everything they weren’t saying.

She looked away, jaw tightening, then said, more quietly, “You ruin everything.”

“Yeah?” he stepped closer, voice softer, rougher. “Or maybe I just make it harder to pretend.”

She hated how true that sounded.

“I had a nice night,” she muttered. “I was having fun.”

“I saw that.” He took a slow drag of his cigarette. “Almost believed it.”

She turned to him then, heat rising in her cheeks. “Not everything’s about you, Eric.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” he said. Then, casually, he tossed the cigarette to the ground, crushing it under his boot.

She scoffed, shaking her head. “You know what? Go back to your date.”

“I could,” he said, pulling something from behind him and tossing it her way.

She caught it midair, it was a helmet, one she hadn’t seen him holding up to that moment considering how on edge she was.

“What’s this?”

“Truce,” he said and nodded toward the street, where his motorbike sat gleaming under a flickering street lamp. “One night. No arguments. No games. Just fun. Unless you’re scared.”

She scoffed. “Of you? Please.”

He held her gaze. “Then get on.”

Y/N stared at him, helmet in hand, heart thudding. This was stupid. This was reckless. This was exactly the kind of night that would turn into a memory you wouldn’t know what to do with. But he was already waiting, already revving the engine like he knew she’d say yes.

She stared at him and before she could stop herself, she followed him. “You think riding off with you into the night is gonna fix whatever the hell this is?”

“No,” he said, stepping closer, voice dropping. “But it’ll feel good.”

She cursed under her breath, shoved the helmet on, and swung her leg over the bike.

“Where are we going?” she asked over the roar of the engine.

He glanced over his shoulder, grin audible in his voice. “Wherever you loosen up.”

Hey everyone, my writing has been slow the past few days because I’m sick, but I’m currently working on the requests I received and the next chapter of “Bite Me”.

If you want to have a taste of this next part of “Bite Me”, I’m writing it to “Soundbound” by Artemas, so that’s the vibe for the next chapter… For those who like to read while listening to something, let me know your thoughts around this song’s choice hehe

See you soon!

Cleanse Me With Pleasure - Bill Skarsgard x Reader (part 1)

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Author’s note:

Hello, dear readers, I was absent for a while and now I’m back, but this time in a different fandom.

Bill Skarsgard’s been living rent free in my mind for a long while now so it was finally time to bring something to life for you.

I had so much fun writing it, I hope you like it just as much.

It’s been months since I last wrote something so I’m feeling a bit rusty and I hope you can forgive me for that.

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For the first time ever in this blog, this isn’t a smut (yet), but you’ll have an overdose of it in the next parts hehe. Expect my absolute worst (👀) for the next parts, as I have the filthiest plans for it 😈. Update: parts 2 and 3 have been published!

For now, expect lots of teasing and power play.

English is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes I eventually skipped while proof-reading it.

Bill Skarsgard is a real person, but nothing in this story is, it was all made up in my head.

I wrote it to Sleep Token’s “Emergence”, “Rain”, “Alkaline” and “The Apparition”, so if you’re into listening to something while reading, these are the songs I recommend you.

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I hope you enjoy your time here and if you do, please feel free to leave a comment or just like and/or reblog the story, I really appreciate it and your feedback is what gives me the fuel to keep writing :)

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Your teenage-self writing fanfictions in the middle of the night could never imagine that many years later you’d be standing in the middle of a crowd, attending the premiere of a movie made from one of your books.

What once was only a hobby became your job as you made it big in the book industry, now being one of the most famous dark romance writers in the world. And the best thing about it was that no one knew who you really were.

From day 1 you adopted a pseudonym so no one knew you or your face. You were invisible, and that allowed you to quietly mingle in the sea of journalists and photographers eager to get the best shots and interviews from the cast that had just arrived.

When your last book boomed and made it to the bestsellers, your friend and movie director, William, called you immediately, begging you to allow him to turn it into a movie.Your only condition at that time was “I want to choose the cast”. Now had Bill Skarsgard walking across the red carpet, kindly addressing his fans. A couple of steps later, he was practically in front of you getting interviewed.

Everything seemed to run smoothly, until the journalist interviewing him asked a personal question that made him visibly tense and uncomfortable. Hating to see him in such a position, and being the creative quick thinker you were, you stepped in behind the camera, pretending to be his assistant.

“Excuse me, Bill, but you have to get inside right now, the movie’s about to start”

“Just this one last question, please”, the interviewer insisted. But Bill took his cue and excused himself to get inside the theater, not without sparring a quick but thankful glance at you.

Moments later you vanished from the crowd and made your way inside as well, since the movie would start soon. Watching your hard work transformed into a movie was fulfilling, and you seeing the way Bill played your favorite character so far had you gasping for air through at least half of the movie.The character you wrote was hot, but Bill was undeniably even hotter, and by the surprised reactions around you you knew the audience felt the same.

When the final scene faded to black, the theater erupted into applause. The lights flickered back on, signaling the end of the night’s screening, but the beginning of celebrations for you.

As you stepped out into the cold evening air, the sounds of the city quickly swallowed up the last traces of the film’s score.

A sleek black car was waiting, ready to whisk you away from the theater’s glowing marquee and toward the after-party on the other side of town.

The car pulled up to a building, and you could see by the blinking lights at the top, that the rooftop was already humming with energy. As you came out of the elevator, you stumbled upon a breathtaking view of the New York skyline, and the pulse of music and laughter made your skin tremble.

You held your dark trench coat tighter around your body as you made your way to a group of friends, being immediately greeted with a tequila shot.

“Look who’s finally here! Our secret star of the night!” Amanda, your best friend, exclaimed as you joined the small group, each of them with their own shots in hand waiting for you.

“Thanks for the support guys, I wouldn’t have gotten so far if I didn’t have you by my side”

Everyone downed their shots and, seconds later, you already had a glass of red wine in your hands, ready to drink away the night with your friends.The conversation flowed effortlessly, laughter blending with the loud music pulsing through the speakers. The rooftop was lively, and for a moment, you let yourself sink into the joy of the evening.

A few moments later, as Amanda was cracking one of her infamous jokes, a shift in the crowd caught your attention, a subtle energy that made you glance up. Standing in a small group next to the bar on the other side of the rooftop was Bill, his eyes scanning the crowd, before locking onto yours like a magnet.

You couldn’t help the shiver that went down your spine as he seemed to excuse himself from the group and walk towards your direction. You casually averted your gaze back to your friends, but it didn’t take long for you to feel his broad presence behind you.

“Hey”, your friends’ attention shifted to him as he approached you with a charming half-smile on his lips. “Can I steal you from your friends for a second?”

Everyone went silent and expectant for what your answer would be.

“Yeah, sure”, you smiled back and excused yourself as you followed him to a quiet corner, both of you leaning on the rooftop railing.

“I just wanted to thank you for what you did earlier tonight”

“I’m glad that worked out” You both let out a small giggle.

“I think I’ve seen you at the filming set a few times, but I haven’t got your name?”

“It’s Y/N”

“Y/N”

You felt your stomach flutter at the sound of your name coming from his lips, but you quickly pushed it away to keep your composure.

You’d seen each other before on set when you went there to help William with some advice he wanted from you, but you never imagined your presence was even noticed, let alone by Bill.

“Did you like the movie?” He asked before taking a sip from his glass.

“Oh I loved it, I think it made justice to the book despite the limitations involved in condensing it into a movie.” You took a sip of your wine, “You did an amazing job on the character by the way.”

“Thanks. When William invited me he said the author had me in mind as their first option for the role, so I got really curious. That was one of the reasons I couldn’t say no.”

You almost let out a small giggle at his comment, since he had no idea who you were. You were deeply interested in knowing more about his thoughts around it, and maybe, just maybe, around you.

“What were the other reasons?”

“So… After William called me, I got the book to have a better idea of what the character and the movie were about… I knew the genre and I knew people were talking a lot about it lately, but I didn’t expect to get so invested in the story”

You took a generous gulp of your wine, only letting your stare linger over him, and hoping to hide your blushing face t, but you got the impression that he didn’t miss the playful glint in your eyes as he spoke.

“I gotta say, I’m not a dark romance reader but that one got me on a chokehold… Not only the book, but the author as well. I’ve been obsessed with their books and the mystery around them ever since.”

“Why’s that?”

“I mean… The way it was written, it pulls you in, it makes me feel like I’m living what the characters are living, feeling what they’re feeling. The hunger, the need, even the despair…”

Bill seemed completely lost in his thoughts as he opened up to you, a stranger, about your own work and how it made him feel, and you couldn’t help but feel somewhat powerful.

“…I don’t know how they do it, but damn I’d love to know, if only I could meet them.”

At that moment, you had the perfect opportunity in your hands. You rarely revealed your identity to anyone outside of your inner circle, but then, it just felt right. Plus, you’d love to see the look on his face at the realization that all he had to do was:

“Ask away.” Your lips curved in a knowing smile as you watched him make the connection, a timid smile forming in his lips. His eyes scanned you up and down a couple of times as his whole demeanor shifted, his well defined jaw tensed and his beautiful green eyes gaining a different darker shade, filled with a lot more than just admiration and fascination.

“So…Everything, every word, every scene, came from you?” He paused, his gaze dipping slightly as he took you in, the mind beyond the words that had him hooked.

“That’s exactly why I chose you to be my character, Bill.” He left his glass on a small table next to you and took a step closer, fully interested in what you were about to say. “I had a feeling you would be the one to play him just like I envisioned him, the one that could bring up all the layers I wrote, with the intensity I aimed, and now it’s my turn to confess: you excelled at it.”

You took a final sip from your wine and also leaving your glass at the same table he’d just left his.

“There were scenes that didn’t make it to the movie, scenes I wish I had.”

“Which ones?” You tilted your head slightly, amusement in your eyes as you were now curious to know where he was coming from and where he was going.

Bill chuckled, the sound of it going straight to your core as you watched him shake his head, as if he debated whether to say it, until he finally did.

“The ones that made me wonder about the author.” Your heart skipped a beat at his words as you felt yourself getting hotter and hotter despite the cold wind.

“What about the author?” Your voice came out almost as a whisper as you leaned closer, your eyes challenging him as you fought to not let them get lost on his plump lips.

“How did she get to those scenes, whether it was from experience, whether it was just from her imagination.” You could feel your pulse quickening but you kept your composure, your eyes deeply intrigued, never leaving his intense gaze.

“And what’s your theory around it?” You licked your lips unwittingly, without missing the way his eyes followed it.

“That it came from something real, but not from experience. They were a confession disguised as fiction, because you didn’t just create those moments, you craved them”

You shuddered at his words because they were the truth. You often put into your stories what you wanted in your own life but didn’t have anyone truly able to fulfill it, so you got lost in your own characters.

Suddenly, all the lights flicker and the sound of the music gets cut off. Everything goes out, a power outage swept through the building. Instinct kicked in and you gripped Bill’s arm for reference as his other hand found your waist, steading you.

The lights coming from far below on the streets helped your eyes adjust faster to the sudden darkness, and you could finally watch him leaning closer to your ear. Your skin tingled with electricity and your mouth went dry with how turned on you were in that very moment, eager to know his next step as the darkness just seemed to have intensified the moment between the two of you.

“What an interesting timing,” he chuckled in a low, knowing tone, voice dripping in amusement as it’s vibrations made your pussy throb in need, “to think we’re in the dark, like I’ve read in one of your books, just as I was about to ask if you’ve ever imagined yourself living out one of your own scenes.”

Your stomach clenched and heat pooled deep in your core, but you didn’t falter.

You let the weight of his words set between the two of you before you brought your lips close to his ear to make sure only he would hear your next words “I’ve imagined it countless times,” you confessed, feeling the tension thicken between you as he eagerly waited for you to continue. “But I’ve never found anyone capable of turning it into reality.”

You heard him inhale at your words, and felt the way the fingers on your hips tightened their hold around you at your words. You leaned back, but still kept close to his face, locking your eyes on him.

“No one that has what it takes.”

His jaw tightened and his eyes flickered with something sharp, a fire dancing behind them. At that moment you knew you had him right where you wanted.

“You think you’ve got me figured out” Your voice had a low, teasing tone to it. “You’re asking me about my desires when you’re the one devouring every page. You read my books, memorized my words, let them crawl under your skin”

He bit his lower lip as you dragged your fingers in a feather-like touch from his abs to his chest to then rest them on his shoulder.

“You’re the one who couldn’t put the book down. Who got obsessed. Who craved.” You could hear him swallowing hard, yet you didn't stop. “So tell me, Bill,” you lean in closer, your lips only inches away from his. “Have you ever thought that maybe you’re the one who’s been laid bare?”

You licked your lips once again, smiling deviously at the way his eyes lingered on them.

“After all, you didn’t just bring my character to life, you became him.” His breathing was slow and controlled, but the hard grip on your waist told you everything you needed to know. The game was yours.

Bill inhaled deeply as the flicker of something dark and dangerous flashed in his eyes, followed by a knowing and mischievous smile.

“Careful,” he murmured, his voice nothing but a low rasp between the two of you. “Keep this up, and you might just find out exactly what I’m capable of.”

Your stomach tightened at his words, at the sheer promise laced between them. “Might? Don’t threaten me with a good time,” you challenged.

The electricity around you was almost palpable until out of nowhere, someone called his name. A voice breaking through the thick haze between both of you.You watched his jaw clench, annoyance flashing across his face, since he was clearly not ready to be interrupted. But it was too late.

Along with the interruption the lights and the music came back on, fully ruining the moment. You took the cue to take a step back, but not before letting your lips ghost against his ear one last time.

“I guess we’ll see another time, if you really have what it takes.”

Sinful Revenge - Till Lindemann

Author’s note: This is a NSFW smut story, so you’ve been warned about what you’re going to find if you decide to read it!

This is a self insert story, so Y/N = Your Name

Have fun!

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What you never thought would ever happen to you, happened. You caught your boyfriend cheating on you with his secretary.

You went to his office to surprise him with the news about your promotion at your own job, to find him eating out that bitch on top of his table, right next to your picture-frame.

Thunderstruck by your unexpected discovery, you just cursed them and shut the door behind you, storming off his office and heading straight to your apartment. Thank god you had refused to move in with him a couple of months before or you’d have to face him later.

You were so angry and shocked, tears streamed down your face as you drove to your apartment to digest everything that had happened and to think about what you would do next.

You were upset and heartbroken, but at the same time you felt relieved for breaking up with him? You couldn’t explain it, but you just felt it. Maybe it was because you knew you had just gotten rid of a guy that would be unfaithful to you, maybe it was because you were free to do whatever pleased you again?

You parked your car in the garage and got inside the elevator as fast as you could just wanting to lock yourself away from the world and the humiliation you had just been through. Your cell phone buzzed incessantly with his calls but you refused to talk to him, there was nothing he could say to you to make things better or to make you feel better at the moment, what you saw with your own eyes had already told you everything you needed to know.

As you reached the 16th floor, the elevator’s doors dinged open revealing your neighbour locking his door, he lived right across the hall.

“Hello, neighbor”

His deep sultry voice took you out of your trance. He was a very handsome man, about 20 years older than you, tall, strong, black haired with piercing greenish-blue eyes, definitely one of the most alluring men you had laid eyes on in your whole life, one of god’s masterpieces for sure. He was very attractive and charming, he had a magnetism that made men want to be him and women desire him and he knew that. 

He was always a true gentleman towards you, but you knew by his eyes that there was something else there, like his thoughts when he looked at you didn’t match his gentlemanly behavior.

Despite his tantalizing looks and magnetism, you never considered the idea of giving into his charm and he also never made any advances since he knew you were already taken. 

You always loved and respected your boyfriend, but deep down you knew your body secretly craved for his touch, a different new touch.

“Afternoon, Mr. Lindemann” You greeted with your eyes on the ground so he couldn’t see your swollen crying face.

“Are you okay?” He had concern laced in his voice as he got closer to you. That’s when he saw it.

“I-I’m sorry you have to see me like this, I gotta go” You tried to get inside your apartment, but he stopped you.

“Does your boyfriend have something to do with it?“

“Ex-boyfriend” You thought you saw a light smirk on his lips, but he quickly disguised it.

“Oh” He raised his brows “Well, if you need anything, I’m right across the hall” He smiled gently “I don’t know what happened, but I’m a good listener if you feel like blowing off some steam with a stranger”

“Thank you” You exhaled “It sounds like a good idea, but for now I think I just need some time alone you know, but thanks anyway”

He nodded with a sweet smile on his face and headed towards the elevator.

Once he was gone, you finally got inside your apartment and headed straight to the shower to get that heavy energy out of you. You wanted to clean everything that happened out of you, like the hot water running down your skin could wash away all of your sadness and erase your memories with your ex.

But as the shower went on, your thoughts about your ex subsided and everything you could think about was your neighbor. His alluring eyes, his strong masculine features, his black hair, his deep voice that sent shivers down your spine every time you heard it. You couldn’t help but imagine how he must look underneath his clothes. Just by how his clothes hugged his arms you knew he had a muscular body, but you wanted to see it with your own eyes.

It had been only a couple of hours since you caught the so-called “love of your life” cheating on you, but you were already fantasizing with another man and you didn’t feel bad or guilty about it.

Was it a desire you had from before that was only surfacing now?

Anyway you wouldn’t care. Till was the thing that made your terrible day lighter. When you got home to drown yourself in ice cream and sorrow, you met him and it washed away all those dreadful plans you had for the night.

And before you could realize, you found yourself standing at his doorstep with a bottle of wine in your hands. A couple of minutes passed since you rang his doorbell and you were already considering turning back home when he finally opened his door.

“Oh Y/N!” He smiled but your eyes went down to his half naked body “I’m sorry it took me too long, I just got out of the shower” He ran his fingers through his hair to take a few wet strands falling in front of his beautiful eyes.

Till had nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist, revealing how well built he was for his age. The smell of his aftershave and male parfum were intoxicating as you reveled in the sight in front of you completely hypnotized. All you wanted to do at that moment was to feel him, to touch him, to taste him, and to rip that fucking towel off of him.

Yes, you had already forgotten you were sad and heartbroken.

“You said I could come by if I wanted to spend some time with a ‘stranger’” You finally broke the silence “And I thought some wine would be great as well” You motioned the bottle in your hands and with a smile on his face he took a couple of steps back allowing you inside his apartment.

“Please come in” You stepped inside his place. He closed the door behind you and disappeared in a corridor “I’ll put some clothes on, please make yourself at home!” You heard him from one of the rooms.

You sat on his gray couch and put the bottle of wine on top of the coffee table in the center. His apartment looked clean and tidy, and was very well decorated. The light wooden floor matched perfectly with his concrete walls and furniture in shades of brown and gray, a few plants and colorful paintings on the walls brought some color to the place.

“I’m sorry again for keeping you waiting” Till was now fully dressed in light gray sweatpants and black long-sleeved shirt.

“It’s okay I’m fine” You smiled at him as he grabbed the bottle of wine in front of you and headed to his kitchen, motioning with his head for you to follow him.

Till took two wine glasses from his cabinet and produced a corkscrew from one of the drawers, he uncorked the bottle and served you both almost half a glass each.

“Cheers to being single again!” You toasted and he followed you with a side smile.

“Looks like the sadness is gone already?”

“Yeah, I mean… I’m still sad, but I think I’m also relieved?” You hesitated with the words you chose.

“I think I know what you mean” He took a sip of his wine. God! How could someone look so hot just by drinking something? “Before we continue, have you eaten yet?”

“No”

“I’ll cook us something while you tell me everything, okay?”

“You better be a good cook because I’m very demanding when it comes to eating!”

“Is this a challenge?”

“You bet it is”

You both laughed and you told him everything that happened while he boiled potatoes to make fresh homemade gnocchi, then proceeded to chop some tomatoes, basil, onion and garlic for the sauce. As the gnocchi and the sauce were cooking, he prepared some steak to go along.

As he finished the food, you helped him settle the table with plates, cutlery, pot rests, your wine glasses and the wine bottle.

“It smells amazing, Till!” You exclaimed as he sat in front of you and served you both.

“I hope the taste matches its smell” He smirked.

You moaned unwittingly as you took the first bite, the sound grabbing his attention and making his mind have unholy thoughts about you on that dining table. But you didn’t realize any of that happening, the flavor explosions in your mouth making you roll your eyes back with such amazing food.

“This is SO good! I guess I’ll have to come over for dinner more often”

“Be my guest” He answered shortly, trying to erase those sinful thoughts out of his head “We’ve been neighbors for quite some time now, but we don’t know much about each other”

You nodded in agreement.

“What do you do for a living?” He asked, taking a sip of his wine.

“I’m a lawyer and I actually got a promotion today, and you?”

“Congratulations! I’m a singer”

“A singer? Really?” You asked surprised. You had no idea he was a singer, he was always so discreet about his life you could never imagine.

“Yes, I have a band called Rammstein” That name didn’t sound strange to you, but that was all you had.

“Oh I’m sorry, the name sounds a bit familiar, but I don’t think I ever heard you” You answered, embarrassment making your cheeks burn.

“It’s totally fine, Y/N, actually I appreciate the fact you don’t know who I am”

“Are you that big?”

“Quite”

“I’m curious, I wanna see and hear you, would you show me any of your songs, please??”

He seemed to consider your idea for a couple of seconds before obliging.

“Let’s finish our dinner first” He giggled “Some lyrics might not be appropriate for this moment”

“Now you got me extra curious”

Just as you finished eating, you put your plates in the dishwasher while Till turned on the tv in his living room and searched for one of his band’s live concerts.

“Can I choose?” You asked as you sat on the couch by his side and he nodded “Rammstein live in Paris? Madison Square Garden? I had no idea my neighbor was a fucking international rockstar…” You kept scrolling down the endless list of videos.

“I’m worried about what you are going to choose” He giggled lightly as a faint blush appeared on his face.

“Why’s that?”

“You’ll have to find out by yourself” He glanced at you sideways with a mischievous smirk on his face.

“Okay, I want to watch Ich Tu Dir Weh”

He chuckled as he heard your choice, but at the same time it was going to be interesting to watch your reactions to his songs.

The song began and you started to headbang unconsciously as you got carried away with the rhythm, you weren’t sure why you hadn’t listened to them before. You couldn’t believe your quiet and reserved neighbor was that same intimidating and energetic man onstage. 

But you were caught completely off guard when Till started singing, his deep beautiful hauntingly voice sent shivers down your spine and the sadomasochistic lyrics took your breath away as you got terribly and unexpectedly turned on. And why did that black eyeliner and lipstick made him look even hotter? Not to mention his clothes that highlighted his strong chiseled arms.

Till watched you watching him attentively, curious about what your reaction would be and he didn’t miss how you bit your bottom lip and crossed your legs tightly as the video went on. He was afraid you’d get scared or even disgusted, instead he saw you get horny by his performance and that turned him on as well.

“Damn!” You exclaimed as the song ended and his deep chuckle made you shiver.

“What did you think?”

‘Please hurt and humiliate me’ - You thought to yourself.

“I loved it! It was very… Intense…”

“Intense?”

“Yeah” You took the last of your wine in a single gulp “And I had no idea you were such and amazing and talented singer, Till, you’ve got a new fan now”

“Thank you, Y/N”

“I want to watch more”

“More wine then?”

“I’m feeling a little tipsy already, but yes, please!”

Till took another bottle of wine out of his small wine closet and filled your glasses one more time as you got up to dance to their songs now randomly selected by youtube.

“Join me”

You drank and danced to this band’s songs, you never thought metal was danceable, but you felt the need to dance and headbang and sway your hips, you just couldn’t stay still and Till watched you with amused eyes.

“And here I was thinking you said you liked our songs just to please me” He joked as he watched you sway your hips to Ich Will.

“I would never! Plus I know more interesting ways to please you” You blinked at him as you took the last sip of your wine and spun around, your suggestive words making him lick his lips unconsciously and his blood run south.

Two could play that game.

“Now I’m curious to know more about your interesting ways” 

“I’m not telling them” You answered him, your faces now just inches apart as you rested both arms on his shoulders to dance with him.

The sexual tension between you hang heavy on the air as you held your lustful gazes, one waiting for the other to take the next step. He watched you turn around and bend over in front of him to put your empty glass on the coffee table and when you got back up he took the opportunity to bring your body closer to his by your waist and whispered in your ear.

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” His deep voice and his hot breath tickling your neck soaked your panties instantly.

You gasped when you felt your ass brushing against his hard member, the size of his bulge making you gulp at the thought of how big he seemed to be.

Ignoring your light distraction, you finally answered him.

“Because I’m showing them” You reached back with one of your hands and rubbed his shaft over his sweatpants, the unexpected stimulation making him jerk his hips forward.

You turned back around and pushed him by his chest slamming him on the couch before straddling and kissing him. One of Till’s hands squeezed your thigh as the other entangled in your hair, pulling it at the same time he brought you closer to him, making you moan lightly and give full access for his tongue to explore your mouth.

You ran your hands over his strong arms and then down his torso, eager to take his shirt off to finally feel his bare body with your own hands. Till captured your bottom lip with his teeth biting it, then ran his tongue over it to soothe the slightly swollen flesch, inflaming your arousal as you ground yourself against his hard erection. He slid both his hands under your shirt, forcing you to grind against him once again as he squeezed your waist hard.

Till kissed you intensely as he lifted your shirt by its hemline, only parting your frantic lips to take the shirt off your head, revealing your naked breasts right at his eye level.

“They’re so beautiful” He cupped your breasts, big enough to fit in his hands “You are so beautiful”

His beautiful blue eyes met yours in an intense lustful gaze and he unexpectedly pinched your nipples between his fingers to watch your reaction as an erotic sound escaped your lips. Till left a trail of kisses from your lips to your chin, along the jawline to the neck, where he licked and bit lightly, quickly finding your sweet spot right under your ear, sucking it harshly to whip another delicious moan out of you.

“I’ve dreamt about having you since the first time I laid my eyes on you, Y/N”

You took the pause to take his shirt off.

“I’ve always wanted you too, I was in a relationship, but I was never blind” You gasped as his smiling lips traveled down your collarbone to the valley of your breasts. 

The cold air caressed your exposed skin, but your body felt so hot under his touches, his rough hands running up and down your curves and groping your breasts as his mouth divided its attention between them. He rolled his tongue over your sensitive nipples before blowing his breath on top of it and then sucked and bit them gently, making you squirm against him looking for more friction on your aching core, your fingernails grazing his nape as he kept working on your chest.

You were so lost in how he was almost sending you over the edge just by working on your breasts, you missed one of his hands slipping inside your pants and underwear, his skilled fingers sliding over your folds collecting your wetness and then back to your clit, applying a delicious amount of pressure on it, taking a huge gasp out of your lungs as he rolled his digits over your swollen bud.

Till kept working on your tender globes with his mouth, one of his hands snaked around your body to grip your ass as the other increased its speed and pressure on your clit according to the sound of your own moans.

Your orgasm built on your lower stomach and you started to rock yourself against his hand chasing your own release, when he suddenly bit one of your nipples and pushed two fingers inside you, making you scream his name as he started to pump and curl his fingers in and out of you while his thumb was now working on your clit. His fingers rubbed your g-spot with each stroke, those wonderful sensations making the knot on your lower stomach get ready to explode at any second. And when you were about to get there he stopped, edging you on purpose.

“Please!” You begged, frustrated while Till had a devious grin on his face.

“Work for it”

He took his fingers out of you and brought them to his lips, lapping every drop of your juices, his eyes never leaving yours as he tasted your arousal with an erotic expression.

“Can’t wait to taste it again”

You slammed your lips against his, tasting yourself on his tongue as you grazed your fingernails down his chest and abs, quickly reaching his sweatpants’ waistband, pulling it down along with his underwear while you knelt down in front of him on the ground.

You blinked at the sight before you when his big and thick manhood finally sprung out, rock hard, sprawled on his abs in all its glory. The look on your face made him get impossibly harder.

“Can’t take it?” He teased as you accommodated yourself between his legs.

“You bet I can”

His eyes darkened as you took his dick on your hand, jerking him off as you spread his precum all over his tip and length and then licked your lips, wetting them to suck him. His muscles tensed as you teased him, trailing kisses on his inner thighs taking your lips closer and closer to where he needed them the most.

He hissed when you finally slid your tongue flat all the way up on his underside from his base to the tip, taking some extra time on his frenulum, flicking your tongue back and forth on the extremely sensitive area, before sucking his tip into your mouth and licking all of his precum, your gaze never breaking away from his and the sight drove him insane.

Till groaned and grabbed a fistful of your hair as you swirl your tongue around his tip and down his length, sucking it eagerly every time you bobbed your head back, making him throw his head back as he clenched his teeth and tightened the grip on your hair as you did so. You drove him further inside your mouth each time, using your hand to stimulate the part you couldn’t fit yet and when his dick finally reached your throat, he moaned and automatically jerked his hips forward, making you take all of him at once, and to his surprise you didn’t complain, instead looked at him with a daring look on your watering eyes.

“No gag reflex?” He asked, a bit breathless.

“Fuck my face, Till”

“Oh fuck me”

He slammed his dick in the back of your throat, setting his own pace, his cock pulsing inside your mouth, ready to cum at any second when you suddenly pulled your mouth away from him, edging him just like he’d done to you minutes before.

“Y/N!”

Till’s front door thumped loudly as you both heard muffled screams of your name coming from outside. It was your ex-boyfriend yelling after you desperately.

“Y/N! I KNOW YOU’RE THERE!”

Ignoring his screams, Till pulled you from the ground crashing your lips and in a blink you were laid on the couch underneath him.

“Sure you wanna do this?” He asked before taking off your pants and panties all at once.

“Yes, please! I need you inside me now!” You whined as he quickly undressed you and then positioned himself between your legs.

“There’s just one thing I must warn you…”

He rubbed himself against your folds, teasing your clit and your entrance with his shaft as your ex-boyfriend kept calling you, banging on his door.

“What?”

“I don’t do gentle”

You screamed as he penetrated you, pushing himself all at once, stretching your tight walls as he sunk his shaft deep inside of you. You clawed his back and bit his shoulder as he put one of your legs on his shoulder and filled you up to the hilt, fitting all of his length inside you. 

His pounding was rough and intense, giving you no time to adjust to his thickness and length, and his dick rubbed your spongy magic place that drove you insane with each thrust, making you roll your eyes back and moan uncontrollably.

Till knew you were getting close to your orgasm again as he felt your walls clenching around him, making it extra painful to hold his own release back. In a swift motion, he got out of you and put you on your knees on the couch, your back exposed to him as you braced yourself on the back of the couch.

He pushed himself inside you again this time rougher than before, your body jolting forward as he did so. With one of his hands he held you in place by your hips while the other snaked its way around your throat, leaning his body forward for extra physical contact. A symphony of loud moaning and skin slapping resonated throughout the whole floor as he thrusted violently in and out of you.

His lips brushed your ear and his relentless fucking along with the sound of his sinful grunts on your ear made you explode with the most intense climax you’d ever had in your life, powerful electric waves running though your veins, making your whole body tremble as he rode out your orgasm before quickly pulling out of you to have his own release, cumming on your ass and back.

You collapsed on the back of his couch as Till still hugged you and spread a trail of kisses on your nape, back and shoulders.

“Y/N!” Your ex called again, this time sounding even more desperate and exhausted.

“OH JAMES! YOU HAVE NO IDEA JUST HOW GOOD HE FUCKED ME!” You yelled back earning Till’s chuckle.

“Actually I guess the whole building might have heard how good I fucked you, Y/N”

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Bite Me - Eric Draven (AU) x Reader | Part. 7 (+18)

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Summary:

They were childhood rivals who hadn’t spoken in years, until a wedding reunion throws them back into each other’s orbit. With tension simmering beneath every glance, one weekend turns into a series of unexpected moments, sharp words, and almosts that linger long after the party ends. But when fate keeps bringing them back together, the line between hate and something far more irresistible begins to blur.

Author’s note:

Good evening everyone, I hope you like this next part! It's very late here so I didn't proof read it, so I'm sorry if anything is off or misspelled.

WARNING: this chapter has SMUT! All the way through! So if you don't like it, skip it. You've been warned. Unprotected p in v. Oral (f! receiving).

This is AU Eric Draven!!!

If you enjoy this, please let me know if I should continue this, your feedback is precious for me 🫶🏻

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The ride to his place is a blur. Wind in her hair, his body solid in front of her, arms wrapped tightly around his waist like she’s afraid to let go now that she’s finally allowed herself to hold on.

They don’t speak. Not when he parks the bike. Not when she follows him upstairs, her heels echoing softly on the stairwell. And definitely not when he unlocks the door to a dim, barely-lit apartment and lets her step inside first.

It smells like him. Leather, smoke and something irresistibly masculine she can’t place, but feels like addiction in a bottle.

He tossed his keys onto the counter and the door clicked shut behind them.

Still, no words. Just that pull between them, thick and electric.

“You sure you wanna do this?” His voice was low and rough. “Last chance to make me stop.”

She turned to face him, her chest rising and falling fast, lipstick smudged from their kiss outside the club, her eyes wild and pupils blown wide.

“I think we’re a little past that question,” she replied with a sly smirk.

Eric was on her in a second, mouth crushing hers, hands everywhere. The kiss was intense, consuming, like he was starving for her. She met him with equal hunger, fingers running through his hair as they dove into each other’s mouths.

She pressed closer without thinking, her body moving on instinct alone, and when her hips brushed against his, a low, guttural growl rumbled from deep in his chest, the sound, filled with so much need, her knees nearly buckled. 

His hands clamped down on her waist, fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp as she felt the barely-leashed tension vibrating from him through both of them, like a wire pulled tight and ready to snap.

His hands then slid down to her thighs and with one firm grip he lifted her up on his lap, causing her legs to wrap tight around his waist instinctively as her back hit the wall next to the door. 

She gasped into his mouth as his hips pressed into hers, already hard through his jeans, already needing more. 

Her gasp barely left her mouth before he kissed her again, even deeper, rougher. His hands roamed up the back of her thighs and under her skirt, squeezing, feeling, pulling her tighter against him like he couldn’t stand even an inch of space between them. 

She could feel him, hard and insistent through his jeans, pressing exactly where she needed him most. It was maddening, the friction, the heat, the way their bodies just fit even though they hadn’t really started yet.

His mouth tore from hers, trailing hot, desperate kisses along her jaw and down her neck, making her whimper as her head tipped back against the wall. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of her throat making her shiver.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming about this,” he rasped against her skin, voice strained, like he was barely holding himself back. 

His hands slid up under her top, rough palms burning a path along her ribs until he found her breasts, squeezing just hard enough to make her moan softly, arching into him shamelessly as he teased and rolled her nipples between his fingers.

She clawed at the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel him, to see him, and he must have felt the same because he leaned back just enough to yank the fabric over his head and toss it somewhere behind him.

She barely registered when he carried her away, the apartment a blur around her, until he placed her onto the cool surface of the kitchen counter. 

Y/N sat there, breathing hard, hands clutching the counter’s edge for balance as she finally allowed herself to take a good look at him.

Her eyes raked over him greedily as he stood there, chest heaving, watching her with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, like he was giving her a moment to memorize him before he claimed her. 

The sculpted chest, the tattoos inked across hard muscle, the faint dusting of dark hair trailing down from his navel and disappearing beneath the low-slung jeans. Her palms slid up his stomach first, feeling the rigid abs tense under her touch, then higher, up the planes of his chest, then sweeping down his strong, veiny arms. The muscles in his forearms twitched subtly, like he was fighting the urge to grab her, to pin her down and devour her.

His jeans clung low on his hips, the sharp V of his lower abs pointing straight into the denim, like the devil himself had left a road map designed to ruin her.

And still, he waited, giving her the space to touch, to look, to want him.

He was beautiful in that rugged, dangerous way that should’ve come with a warning label. And he was looking at her like he was about to tear her apart, slowly and completely.

They locked eyes as her hands slid back down, nails scraping lightly over his abs until her fingers hooked into the waistband of his jeans, tugging him closer. She crashed her mouth against his in a desperate, searing kiss.

Eric caught her easily, stepping between her legs, one hand tangling in the hair at the back of her head, the other gripping her thigh, holding her open, grounding her to him. He didn’t rush, he savored.

Y/N broke the kiss just long enough to pull her top over her head, baring her upper-half fully without a second of hesitation, dropping the piece of fabric blindly on the counter beside them, never taking her eyes off him.

His gaze darkened instantly, dropping to her exposed breasts like he couldn't help himself. His hands found her chest again, cupping her, weighing her in his palms. He kissed her again, slower this time and then let his mouth travel lower, dragging hot, open-mouthed kisses down her throat, tasting her, marking her.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby,” he muttered against her skin, the rough scrape of his teeth dragging heat across her breasts as he palmed them and thumbed over her nipples, watching her arch into his touch, craving for more. His mouth closed around one peak, sucking, grazing it with his teeth just enough to make her cry out softly, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He played her like he knew her body better than she did, his mouth worshipping her while his hands wandered lower, tracing the curves of her waist, her hips, memorizing her shape like it was sacred. His fingers caught at the waistband of her skirt.

Without needing words, she lifted her hips for him. His teeth clamped gently around her nipple, a teasing warning, just enough to make her whimper as he dragged her skirt and panties down her legs, baring her completely to him.

Eric’s hands came down on her knees, spreading her wider with slow, unhurried pressure, until she felt fully exposed and at his mercy, entirely his.

The look he gave her made her shiver from head to toe. Raw and hungry, like he couldn’t believe she was real... and he was about to ruin her for anyone else.

"Perfect," he said, voice wrecked, eyes lingering shamelessly on her glistening core before dragging slowly back up to meet hers.

He crouched down, fingers deft as he unbuckled her heels, the soft thud of them hitting the floor echoing in the thick, charged air. Her heart pounded harder, breath catching as he rose back over her, tall, powerful, utterly focused. 

His hands slid up the delicate curve of her calves, gliding over the sensitive skin of her thighs, lingering just enough to make her shiver, before traveling higher, tracing her hips, her ribs, the sides of her body, until he reached her shoulders. With a slow, deliberate touch, he urged her back, laying her down.

She laid flat on the counter with a shuddering breath, the coolness of the marble against her heated skin making her arch slightly, helplessly.

Eric hooked her legs over his broad shoulders, pulling her to the very edge of the counter, until she felt the hot fan of his breath exactly where she needed him most.

She choked on a gasp, thighs instinctively trying to close around him, but his hands gripped her hips, firm and unrelenting, holding her wide open for him.

“These stay open for me,” he murmured, voice rough velvet.

He kissed the inside of one of her thighs first, slow and maddening, teeth scraping lightly over her sensitive skin, then the other, avoiding on purpose exactly where she was aching for him, making her squirm, making her beg without a word.

The anticipation was unbearable. Every nerve ending in her body strained toward him, desperate and frantic. Until his mouth finally brushed over the edge of her folds, so light it barely counted as a touch, a tease that made her hips jerk and a broken whimper come out of her lips.

"God, you're already so wet for me," he growled against her skin, his breath hot and sinful.

Then, with a deliberate and devastating slowness, he licked a long, firm stripe up her slit, pausing to circle her clit with the tip of his tongue in lazy, featherlight strokes that made her thighs tremble against his shoulders.

She whimpered, writhing under him, the feel of her tongue against her so good she could barely breathe, but he just chuckled low against her, teasing, drawing it out and dragging her higher.

He moved with devastating patience, his mouth skillful and relentless, alternating between slow, maddening flicks of his tongue and deep, languid strokes that made her spine arch clean off the counter.

Y/N fisted the edge of the marble beneath her, the cold, smooth surface grounding her against the pleasure he was unraveling from her body with humiliating ease. It was too much, but it was not enough, she needed him fully.

Her childhood nemesis, the boy who used to make her grit her teeth in fury, now had her legs thrown over his shoulders, her body trembling and desperate, coming apart from nothing but his mouth.

She shouldn’t be letting him do this. She shouldn’t be loving it this much. She shouldn’t be teetering on the edge of begging him to ruin her completely, to never let her forget the way he made her feel right now, stretched out, helpless, adored and wrecked all at once.

His hands gripped her hips harder as she writhed underneath him, holding her down easily, like he could feel her slipping, like he wanted to drag every last moan out of her.

His tongue circled her clit in slow, tantalizing spirals before flattening against her, pressing and teasing until her thighs quaked around him. Every flick, every slow stroke sent sparks shooting through her bloodstream, a pressure building so fast and sharp she could barely form coherent thoughts anymore.

"Eric..." she gasped out, her voice hoarse and trembling.

He growled against her at the sound of his name coming out in such a lustful way from her lips, and she felt him smile wickedly against her skin. That man knew exactly how close she was, and had no intention of making it easy for her.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from the sheer force of how good it felt, from the way he pushed her closer and closer to the edge only to ease back, teasing, tormenting, savoring every second of her unraveling.

"I can't…" She choked out, head tossing back against the counter. "I need… I need your cock, please…”

The words tore out of her raw and shameless. Eric lifted his head at her broken plea, and the moment their eyes met, it was like a punch to her chest. The look he gave her, dark, hungry, full of so much raw possession, nearly shattered her right there.

Her body jerked involuntarily, another wave of desperate need crashing through her. Before she could even catch her breath, he hooked his arms under her thighs, lifting her off the counter like she weighed nothing.

She gasped, hands flying to his shoulders, clinging to him as he carried her across the open space of his apartment. The room spun around her, the dim lights blurring, until he lowered her carefully onto a thick, soft rug that stretched across his living room floor.

Eric knelt over her, caging her in with his body, and crashed his mouth down onto hers. She could taste herself on his lips, slick and sweet, the taste of her own wrecked arousal making her moan into the kiss.

He kissed her like he wanted to consume her, messy and wild and so damn filthy it made her toes curl into the rug.

Before she could even think to move, he sat back on his heels, standing up between her spread thighs, his eyes dark with need as he looked down at her sprawled out, completely at his mercy.

His chest heaved with ragged breaths as his hands went to the button of his jeans, fingers working slowly, deliberately, popping the button free and dragging the zipper down with a slow, agonizing rasp. He shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down in one fluid motion.

Her mouth went dry and her heart stuttered violently in her chest.

Her jaw actually dropped, eyes wide, fixed on the thick, heavy length of him standing hard and proud between his hips, long and thick. Veins running along the shaft, the flushed head leaking a bead of precome that made her walls clench around nothing, desperate and aching.

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips unconsciously, her whole body pulsed with need, every nerve ending screaming to feel him stretch her open, to fill her so deep she’d forget her own damn name.

A slow, devious smirk curled on Eric’s lips as he watched her reaction, pride and raw hunger flashing across his face.

He finished kicking off the last of his clothes, never once taking his eyes off her, letting her see everything, every inch of him that was about to take her.

He sank back down, bracing himself above her, the heat of his body bleeding into hers.

“There’s a reason I brought you here,” he rasped, his voice thick, the tip of his nose brushing against hers in an intimate touch. “Why I want you here,” he muttered again, his gaze dragging down the flushed, trembling length of her body. 

Then his eyes flicked upward.

“Look up,” he ordered, voice dropping even lower.

Y/N’s head tipped back, and when her eyes found the ceiling, she gasped. A massive mirror stared back at her, angled perfectly above the rug where she laid spread out beneath him, naked and flushed. Her breath hitched, a flush of raw, shameless heat rushing through her.

Eric's mouth brushed against her ear, voice dark and full of promises that made her entire body tense with anticipation.

“You’re gonna take every fucking inch of me,” he said, low and merciless, one hand wrapping around himself, dragging the thick head of his cock slowly through her folds, teasing her clit as he coated himself in her arousal. “And you’re going to watch every second of it.”

Eric kept teasing her, sliding his cock through her folds again and again, getting himself even wetter with her arousal, until she was trembling under him, breathless and aching. Then, with a deliberate slowness that bordered on cruelty, he aligned himself at her entrance.

Their eyes locked, molten heat meeting frantic need, and he pushed forward, breaching her with a slow, steady roll of his hips. The thick, flushed head of his cock stretched her open, stealing the breath straight from her lungs.

She gasped, her back arching off the rug, nails digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders, desperate for something to anchor her against the overwhelming pleasure flooding her system.

“Eyes on me,” Eric growled low, his forehead pressing to hers for a beat as her eyes met his beautiful green ones, his hand sliding under one of her thighs to hitch it higher against his side, opening her even wider for him.

She whimpered, chest heaving, forcing herself to meet his gaze as he sank deeper, inch by inch, her body stretching to accommodate him.

His own eyes moved down to where their bodies met and she followed him. A new found wave of pleasure flooded through her as she watched him disappearing inside her, raw, how impossibly thick he looked sliding between her folds, how her skin flushed and her stomach fluttered with every slow, claiming thrust.

She saw Eric too, the hard cut of his muscles flexing, the tattoos spread across his arms and chest as he held himself over her, his face twisted in a feral mix of pleasure and possession as he drove into her.

And then his hand slid up to her jaw, tilting her face up.

"Now watch," he ordered, voice wrecked and shaking with restraint.

Y/N’s gaze lifted to the mirror and the sight stole what little breath she had left. 

The sight of their tangled, naked bodies laid out on the floor made something inside her coil tight. Eric’s tattooed frame above hers, muscles flexing with every movement. Her own body, legs wide open as he pushed into her, flushed and gorgeous beneath him, hair fanned out like a crown, lips parted in bliss. She looked devoured. She looked divine.

Her eyes locked on the mirror again. She watched, panting, as his hips rolled into hers with a fluid rhythm, deep and devastating. His muscles shifted beneath inked skin, and when her manicured nails raked down his back, the sight of red trails across his tattoos made her whimper.

She was losing her mind in the best possible way.

Her fingers clenched into his arms, the need coming back sharp and unstoppable. She arched into him, pulling him down again, their mouths crashing with renewed hunger.

A loud, broken moan ripped from her lips the moment he bottomed out, the head of his cock nudging that devastating spot inside her that made her entire body quake. She felt so full it was almost unbearable, stretched so wide around his thickness she could feel every vein, every throb, every wicked inch claiming her from the inside out.

"Fuck, baby," Eric hissed through gritted teeth, rocking his hips slowly, deliberately, making sure she felt every inch of him dragging against her hypersensitive walls. "You were fucking made for me."

Y/N could only whimper, eyes glazing as she watched herself take him, the mirror showing every desperate, obscene reactions of everything she felt, the heavy drag of his cock, the way her body clung to him, the pink streaks marking his skin where her nails had clawed him, the way her toes curled and her thighs trembled with each slow, grinding thrust.

She didn't even realize she was moaning his name over and over, pleading without words for more, for him to go harder, for everything.

He buried his face in her neck, cursing under his breath, hips jerking forward again like he couldn’t help it, like bottoming her out wasn’t near enough. His hips started to move harder, faster and desperate.

Each thrust drove a filthy sound from her lips, the slick slide of his cock inside her growing louder, wetter, with every relentless push. Her body jolted under each thrust, helpless against the way he pounded into her, hips grinding into hers, his pelvis hitting her clit just right, making sparks shoot through her belly.

She could barely catch a breath between moans, whimpers, cries of his name that sounded wrecked and raw.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” Eric rasped, his voice shattering into a low, broken groan as her walls squeezed around him, sucking him deeper and tighter.

Eric's mouth found hers again, crushing their lips together, messy and hungry, all teeth and tongue and desperation. He kissed her like he needed her to breathe, stealing the broken little moans from her mouth and giving her more in return.

Then he tore his mouth away with a rough curse and flipped them over without warning, dragging her on top of him.

Y/N gasped, dizzy from the sudden shift, her thighs now straddling his hips, his cock dragging against her overstimulated entrance. She felt him, thick and heavy against her, glistening with her arousal.

Eric’s hands gripped her hips hard, guiding her.

"Ride me," he growled, voice so deep and filthy it vibrated against her ribs. "Show me how bad you need it."

Her hands splayed on his chest, feeling the wild pound of his heart under her palms, feeling the flex of his muscles as he held himself in check, just for her. The look in his eyes was dark, ravenous, devoted, and it made her clench around nothing, aching to be full again.

She rose up on trembling thighs and reached between them, wrapping her fingers around the thick base of his cock, guiding him back to her entrance. Eric’s jaw locked tight, a vein bulging in his forehead, as he fought for control when she teased the head against herself, circling, teasing.

"Don't fuckin' tease, baby," he gritted out, his fingers digging bruises into her hips. "Sit. Down."

And she did.

With a shuddering cry, she sank down onto him all at once, feeling herself stretch impossibly wide all over again as she slid him in completely. Her head dropped back, mouth falling open in a silent moan as she felt his cock buried to the hilt inside her, the new position allowing a new depth she wasn’t aware she could handle.

Eric’s head thudded back against the floor, his eyes squeezed shut, a broken sound ripping from his throat like she had just snapped something deep inside him as she started to ride him in a maddening rhythm.

Y/N gazed up to the ceiling again and the mirror gave her front-row seats to her own desire,  the way she moved on him, hips circling slow and deliberate every now and then, the way she ground herself down against him, the bounce of her breasts, the way his hands gripped her thighs like he was holding onto sanity, she almost came right then and there.

She leaned back, bracing her hands on his thighs, the angle adding to their pleasure, making his cock rub against the sensitive spot inside her again. Her mouth fell open, a low moan leaving her throat.

"Fuck, look at you," he groaned, one hand sliding up her belly, between her breasts, gripping her throat lightly, not to hurt, but to hold her there, to make her feel everything.

"Look at yourself, baby," he growled. "Look how perfect you are, riding my cock like you were born to."

He tugged her forward by her neck as he sat up, muscles rippling beneath her. His eyes locked onto hers, intense and dark and so damn gone for her. And then he kissed her, but this time slower and claiming, as if to savor her as she sensually rolled her hips against him. Like they had all night, and no one else in the world existed but them.

Y/N’s body felt like it was on fire, the rhythm of her movements starting to blur, mind lost in the haze of pleasure. Her thighs burned, trembling as she bounced harder, faster, the pace increasing until she felt dizzy from the effort.

Every time she slid down, she felt the thick, burning stretch of him filling her, pushing deeper, making her whole body jerk from the force of it. Her nails dug into his chest, then his shoulders, anything she could grab to steady herself as her breaths turned into desperate gasps.

She was drunk on him. Cockdrunk. Her vision blurred, hips rolling, back arching, chasing the high, every nerve in her body strung out, too much, but never enough. She needed more.

Her eyes locked with his, every ounce of control slipping through her fingers, and still, she couldn’t stop. Her hips rocked harder, desperate.

"Fuck," Eric groaned, his fingers digging into her waist, helping her push down faster, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. “You fuck me so fucking good, baby. Can’t get enough of you.”

His voice was raw, rough, and she nearly came at the sound of it, and the way he looked at her, made her feel even more out of control. She was dripping, her body so sensitive it was torture.

Y/N gasped, her body jerking as she tried to keep her rhythm, but she was so close, her walls were fluttering, her body was trembling, ready to snap.

“Come on, baby,” Eric growled, voice rough and coaxing as his hands gripped her hips harder, guiding her. “Give it to me. Let me feel you.”

That was all it took.

With a sharp, broken sob of his name, her body finally gave in. The orgasm ripped through her like a violent wave, her thighs clamping around his waist, nails raking down his chest as she shattered. Her vision went white around the edges, her whole body convulsing as she sobbed through it, hips grinding desperately against him even as she came undone.

Eric cursed low and vicious under his breath as he jerked up his hips to meet hers, fucking her through it, dragging her higher and keeping her there, drawing every last tremor from her body before he caught her, arms wrapping around her body before she could collapse completely.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasped and spread kisses from her jaw and along her neck as flipped them over again with effortless strength, laying her out beneath him. 

Y/N barely had time to catch her breath before he grabbed her legs, lifting both and hooking them over his shoulders, folding her in half.

The new angle made her cry out, raw and overstimulated, as he slid back into her in one deep, devastating thrust. She could feel him everywhere, filling her even deeper than before, hitting spots inside her that made her vision blur with pleasure.

“God, you feel like heaven,” he groaned against her skin, his arms wrapping over her thighs to lock her in place, holding her against him. His thrusts were brutal now, hips snapping against hers, desperate, dragging out wet, broken sounds from both of them.

She clutched at the rug beneath her, sobbing his name, every stroke driving her higher again, even though she was still shaking from the first orgasm.

Eric’s mouth found the inside of her calf, pressing fevered kisses up her trembling leg, his voice a wrecked whisper against her skin. “You’re mine. Fuck, baby, you’re mine.”

She couldn't speak, couldn't think, only feel the way he took over her body, the way he worshiped it with every rough, punishing thrust, the way he was unraveling right alongside her.

His rhythm grew frantic, erratic, and Y/N felt him throbbing deep inside her, hips stuttering. His teeth scraped lightly against her skin as he groaned low and savage, pulling out at the last second.

She whimpered at the sudden loss, and then gasped when the first hot, thick rope of his release splattered across her belly and breasts.

Eric’s head dropped between her legs for a moment, breath heaving, forehead pressed against her thigh as he tried to pull himself together. His hand stroked up her trembling side, almost reverently.

When he finally looked up at her, his green eyes were softer now, full of something almost tender she couldn’t quite read through at that moment.

"You’re fucking perfect," he rasped, his voice wrecked.

Eric stayed there for a beat longer, forehead resting against her thigh, his hand still smoothing over her sensitive skin like he couldn't stop touching her. Like he wouldn't stop.

Neither of them spoke, the only sound in the room was their shattered breathing, the heavy, pulsing aftermath of everything they'd just done. Of everything they still wanted.

Y/N blinked up at the ceiling, at the mirror above them, seeing the wrecked, wanton version of herself sprawled out, glistening, legs still trembling, marked by him in every way. And Eric,fuck, Eric looked even worse. Wild, untamed, beautiful in the most devastating way.

When he finally lifted his head, his gaze pinned her in place. There was no teasing in his eyes now, no smug grin. Just a dark, burning possession that made her whole body tighten again in response, even though she was still trembling from the first round.

Something had shifted. Irrevocably. And it scared the hell out of her, but not enough to run.

Eric leaned over her, bracing his hands on either side of her head, caging her in with his body.

"You’re staying the night," he rasped, voice still ragged and low from what they’d just done. His forehead pressed to hers, his breath hot against her mouth. "Not done with you yet."

She gave a breathless, wrecked little laugh, her fingers curling into his hair as she whispered back. "Good. I’m not done with you either."

The look he gave her in that moment, wild, hungry and almost relieved, made her heart stutter violently in her chest. 

And as he kissed her again, this time differently, slower and full of emotion, like he was imprinting her onto his very soul, Y/N knew one thing for certain: whatever this was between them, it was just getting started.