Chapter 1: bullet with butterfly wings
Chapter Text
Flynn sat comfortably in a leather lounge chair, head resting on a window which shone rays of sunlight onto his book, reflected by the tall skyscrapers surrounding the library. On days like this, when no world-saving was required, he loved to curl up with a book and a coffee, and treat the library like it was just that.
A library.
"Excuse me, sir?" a soft voice asks from above him. He looks up to see you standing there, all lithe curves and smiling lips. You're wearing a halter top that cuts off right under your chest. You watch as his eyes run over your exposed stomach, down the hem of your low-rise jeans that run halfway through a tattoo on your lower abdomen. He jumps up from his seat to look into your eyes, and you have to crane your head up to keep contact with him.
"H-how can I help you?" he stutters, running a hand through his hair nervously. You smile at him, looking down at his name tag. Flynn Carsen, Librarian, it reads as it dangles from the pockets of his dark blue button-up.
"I was wondering where your Shakespeare might be? This whole place is a maze!" You laugh, batting at Flynn's arm playfully. He smiles at the gesture, leaning into your touch as it pulls away.
"Of course, it's right this way!"
Flynn leads you up a flight of stairs, nervously silent the whole way up as you follow closely by his side. His cheeks are flushed a dark pink, front teeth peeking out over his bottom lip as he smiles softly to himself, casting glances over at you periodically.
"Aren't you a little cute for a librarian?" You ask. Your soft, purring lilt floated through the silence between the two of you. Flynn scoffed, cheeks flushing darker as he tried to hide from the warmth of your gaze.
"Wh-what, uhm, whaddaya mean by that?" he laughs, rubbing a nervous hand on the back of his neck. You shrug, hooking your thumbs in your belt loops and dragging your heels as you come up the stairs to a long hallway.
"Most librarians are, you know, smelly old ladies." He laughs at that, raising an eyebrow at you. You smirk back at him.
"You aren't an old lady, and..." You lean in, nose brushing against his cheek as you breathe in a long drag of the air rushing off his neck. You sigh against his skin, a pleased hum.
"You definitely aren't smelly." You turn to stand in front of him, looking up at him with hooded eyes.
"You're way too cute to be cooped up in this stuffy old library." Flynn scoffs at you, pushing past you in order to cover the nervous blush on his cheeks.
"Th-the, uh, Shakespeare is right over here." He points through a wooden archway into a room lined with bookshelves. Near one of the books, there's a man in a suit standing stock still, just staring at the wall. You narrow your eyes at him, but Flynn pushes on.
"Do you need help finding anything in particular? Any, uh, information I can give you?"
You smile at him, running a hand up his arm.
"I know exactly what I'm looking for," you hum, tilting your head to the side. "I was wondering, though, if you would tell me something?" He hums as you pluck a pen out of his shirt pocket, running it smoothly over his pocket protector.
"Do librarians go out for drinks?"
Flynn sputtered at you, watching as you reached up to grab his hand, turning it palm down and running your thumb over the back of it.
"uh, uhm, I... They do," he stuttered, staring down at you with wide eyes and parted lips. You click the pen, hovering the tip of it over his palm.
"A-and, I also hear certain librarians are, uh... Free Thursday night. That they typically get off around nine-- God willing," You smirk at him and his sudden willingness to play along. With a pleased smirk, you write your phone number on the back of his hand.
"I'll text you where to meet me," you purr, sliding the pen back into his pocket and leaving without grabbing a book.
Flynn narrows his eyes at you, watching the swing in your wide hips as you walk away.
--
"Oh, Judson," He sighed, wiping a smudge of dust off the Holy Grail.
"He was so beautiful. No, no, he was radiant." He clutched the rag close to his chest, sighing as the thoughts of the man from earlier cycled through his mind.
"What did this man look like?" Judson asked, watching with amusement as Flynn scrubbed over the same place on the grail over and over, clearly lost in thought.
"He was beautiful! He was short, wearing a black shirt and really low jeans. He had a tattoo that was, like, a bat? On his belly. And he smelled so good, like s'mores. And--"
"What did you say the tattoo looked like?" Judson asked, eyes narrowed. Flynn put the grail down, looking at Judson with a frown. "It was a heart with bat wings."
Judson hummed.
"And you said it was on his lower abdomen?"
"Uh-huh."
"Under his belly button?"
Flynn swallowed thickly, choking on his embarrassment.
"I-it started under his belly button, but it, uhm, continued past his... Pants." Judson stared at him, face blank, letting Flynn stew in his own embarrassing silence before starting to walk away from Flynn.
Flynn jumped, moving to follow him as he ambled through the library, scanning over the man's shelves of books and magical artifacts.
"How often do you read any of the literature in the library?" Judson asked, perusing the shelves before handing Flynn a book with a deep red leather cover. He ran his fingers over the black letters etched into it.
"I-I don't, I guess," he breathed, flipping the book open and skimming the pages.
"The tattoo you described matches a symbol defined in that book... the Mark of The Succubus."
Flynn's eyes widened, and he opened the book, thumbing through the pages until he landed on a page of different tattoos, much like the one on the man he saw earlier. Hearts surrounded by various patterns of swirling, wing-like structures, and the meanings of each symbol were written in small, handwritten lettering.
"A succubus..." he muttered to himself.
"Do you know of them?"
He laughed to himself, running a hand through his hair and placing it back in the books to brush over the words on the page.
"Oh, I know of them. From fantasy romance novels, Judson, you can't possibly expect me to believe--" Flynn stopped himself, looking around the room he was in before sighing.
Nothing is just a story; everything is real. He should've learned that by now.
"They're demons. Sex demons. That feed on... men's... desires." He hesitated, face fuming with embarrassment.
Judson nodded, looking down at the floor and then back at Flynn's embarrassed face.
"I can't believe it. The first attractive person I've met in years, not to mention they hit on me, and then I come to find out they're a demon? The first person to find me attractive in five years is an evil demon who wants to use me for sex!"
Judson shook his head admonishingly at the man.
"Succubi are one of those creatures that are... Neutral in the battle of Good and Evil. Like humans. Many demons are inherently evil, but unless bonded to a higher-class demon and forced to do their bidding, most of them aren't evil by nature." Flynn stared at him before laughing incredulously.
"You're saying that, unless I live in this hypothetical and possible universe where he works for an evil dark lord, this guy is totally harmless?" Judson shrugged.
"You don't seem to attract the 'totally harmless'." He joked, slowly shuffling away and leaving Flynn with his books and thoughts.
He looked down at the symbols in the book, then at the phone number scrawled out on the back of his hand. Smiling softly, he chuckled and placed the book back on the shelf.
Chapter 2: you can call me any day or night
Summary:
Flynn takes you up on that offer for drinks, then you take him to your penthouse and you freak it.
(feat. male whimpering and vocal tops)
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The music in the club is low, rhythmic guitar and drums thrumming through your body as you dance casually on your stool. You're leaning against the bar, watching the door and waiting for the familiar, fluffy-haired head of Flynn Carsen to waltz through it.
When he does, it's like the sun rising right in the middle of the room.
He smiles big and wide when he sees you-- all rosy cheeks and snaggle teeth that fill your stomach with a familiar buzzing hunger. The hunger sends a thrumming pleasure across your skin that paints the world pink, and you have to take a handful of pretzels to calm yourself.
"To be completely honest, I was worried you weren't gonna be here," Flynn laughs, rubbing the back of his neck in that way of his as he takes a seat on the stool next to you, slotting his legs between yours to sit closer to you. You smile at him, taking a long sip from your drink.
"Why wouldn't I?" you ask, batting your lashes at him playfully. You were, of course, never one to skip out on a meal. Had even had yourself a nice appetizer before Flynn came-- an appetizer who was watching you from across the room as though they were expecting you to come back for seconds.
"It's just..." Flynn sighed, looking down at his lap. He was still wearing the suit he wore to work that day, and your mouth pulled into a sly smile at the thought that he came from work straight here.
"I don't get asked out. Like, ever. I ask people out-- unsuccessfully, mind you, and I--"
"I'm going to stop you right there," you say curtly, taking another long pull from your drink. You purse your lips, staring at his wide doe eyes and his lips, slightly parted in surprise.
"I'm not the kind of guy who asks someone out and flakes just to get a kick out of it." You say matter-of-factly. "I'm not a monster." Flynn snorts at that, and you raise an arched brow at him.
He falls in on himself, biting his cheek as he waits for you to continue.
"I asked you out because I think you're cute, and my mother taught me to always take a man out before I sleep with him." Flynn snapped rod-straight at that, soft cheeks burning bright red.
"You want to sleep with me?" Then he frowned, looking down at his hands again.
"Oh. Right. Yeah, that makes sense." You cock your head to the side, confused by his reaction.
"Why, Flynn, with the size of that frown, you'd make me think you don't want to fuck me." He chokes at that, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"No, I, uh... I do, I, uhm..." he trails off, looking at the half-eaten bowl of pretzels on the bar top. You tap your fingers on the bar top like waves, manicured nails clicking against the wood as you watch Flynn watch you.
After a beat, you decide you've made him sweat enough. Throwing one leg over the other, you lean forward in your seat.
"Do you want to go somewhere else?" You ask lowly, close enough to Flynn to hear the hitch in his breath as he takes you in. Breathes in your scent.
"I, uh, like where?" You smirk at him before shrugging, downing the last of your drink, and sliding it onto the bar.
"Well, my place is closer, I'm sure, but we could always go to your place if that makes you more comfortable." You walk your hand up his knee and rest it on his lower thigh.
"Though, I'm not averse to just doing it right here if you aren't." Flynn gulps audibly, eyes wide as saucers.
"Your place. I would like to go to your place," he said quickly, so quickly that the words didn't register until they were out of his mouth and he was out of his seat. You grabbed his hand, squeezing his rough fingers as you dragged him down the street.
"Good choice, I'm only three doors down."
As you drag him down the sidewalk, you listen intently to the sound of his breathing, laser-focused on every minute detail of him. If you listen close enough, you can hear his heart's steady, quickly pounding rhythm. You smile softly, quickly pulling Flynn into the door of your apartment building and through the lobby. You cast a cursory wave as you dragged Flynn across the tile floor, moving even quicker as you got closer to the elevator.
When you get inside, you press the button for your floor and pounce on Flynn. You run your fingers through his hair, using that grip on him to pull him down and press his lips to yours, slotting your tongue into his mouth and letting it explore. He sighs into you, hands coming to rest shakily on your hips as you kiss him passionately.
You pull away when the elevator dings, staring into him, your eyes swirling with desire. Flynn laughs giddily, cheeks speckled and red as you drag him backward down the hall, keeping your passion-filled eye contact. You can see the excitement bubbling up in him as you reach behind yourself and open your door, pulling him inside. For a moment, he takes control, pushing you down onto the couch and climbing on top of you. He cages you in with his large arms and legs, placing a hand at the nape of your neck and tangling it in your hair to bring you closer to him. You moan as he kisses up your bared neck, licking a stripe past your ear and pressing softer kisses across your cheek until he gets to your bruised lips.
You smile at him, lips parting in welcome for him, and he takes the invitation fervently, groaning into your mouth as he kisses you. His teeth knock against yours, and you realize that he, adorably so, has very little experience with these kinds of things. Very slowly, you pull his dress shirt out of his pants, running your hands over his soft abdomen. He stiffens at the soft, cold feeling of your hands on his skin, and you moan as your fingers coast over his flexed abs. Your hands travel up his chest, across his broad shoulders, and then back down to his waistband. You turn your hands, sliding your fingers into his pants and cupping him through his underwear. He whines into your mouth, grinding against your hand as you squeeze and rub at his growing erection.
Flynn is nearly as hard as a rock when he pulls away, panting against your mouth.
"Please," he begged, voice barely above a whisper.
"You want me to touch you?" You purr, sitting up to kiss from his ear down to his neck. He nods vehemently, eyes shut as he licks his lips, trying to simultaneously lean into your kiss and hand. It results in a pitiful rocking motion that brings a smile to your face. Slowly, you slide your hand up the front of his briefs and down behind the waistband of them, taking his leaking cock in your hand. He groans low in his throat at the feeling of your cold fingers wrapped around his burning hot skin. Agonizingly slow, you start to stroke cock from root to tip, rolling your palm over the head of it to smear his precum along his length. Flynn's head drops against your shoulder as he struggles to hold himself up.
"Oh, God," he whimpers, eyes fluttering as he gasps and groans for you. You smile up at him, pressing soft kisses across the skin on his face and neck.
"You make such pretty noises for me," you hum, making him groan louder, deeper in his throat.
You smirk, stopping your stroking and waiting a minute for Flynn to get upset before pulling your hand out of his underwear and smiling softly at him.
"Strip for me," you order. He stares at you, blinking, before jumping off the couch and fighting with his clothes. You smile at him, watching as he entertainingly struggles to undo his pants. You run a hand down your smooth stomach, sliding your hand into your pants as you watch him. He falters, staring at you with wide eyes as you languidly play with yourself.
"Keep going," you say tiredly. He jumps into action, trying to move faster than before and getting even more stuck. He tries to pull his shirt off over his head, and it gets stuck. You laugh at him derisively.
By the time Flynn gets the shirt off his head and onto the floor, you're naked. Sitting on the couch with your feet propped up on the coffee table, one foot crossed over the other.
He stares at you in wonder, eyes tracing over your body.
"Wow... You look..."
You smirk, slowly uncrossing your legs and pulling them up to reveal your dripping cunt.
Flynn can see your whole tattoo now. He lets his eyes trace its details, matching them to the mark he saw in the book. He swallowed, moving forward quickly. He grabs you by your thighs, turning you around to face him and slotting himself between your legs.
He whines when your hot, wet pussy presses against his cock, hips bucking involuntarily. You smile up at him, one eyebrow raised as you wait.
"I don't like to be kept waiting, Flynn,"
He flounders, looking around the room for something-- most definitely --idiotic.
"I-I need lube! And to prep you! And--"
"You don't need to do either of those things," you sigh, swallowing the spit pooling in your mouth as you rub your pussy against his cock. "Don't you feel how wet I am?"
Flynn swallows thickly, nodding as he grabs his cock by the base, watching your slick smear across his skin as you rub him.
"And I can guarantee that I don't need to be 'prepped,' so why don't you do us both a favor and fuck me already," you smile at him before letting your head fall down onto the couch.
"I'm tired of doing all the work," you grumble. Flynn chuckles anxiously at you.
Without another word, he pushes the head of his cock into your tight cunt. You throw your head back into the couch cushions, groaning as he slides into you. Flynn whimpers at the feeling of you closing around him, squeezing and rubbing at his cock as you adjust to the weight of it inside of you.
His cock is bigger than anything you've had-- definitely anything you've had today. The weight and thickness of it fill your cunt near to the brim, causing a broiling warmth in your stomach.
Flynn runs his hands down your thighs, panting with his jaw hung open as he watches his cock slowly slip in and out of you.
"Wow," he mutters to himself, letting his hand run over your mark, resting right at the top of your pussy. His thumb brushes over your clit and you moan, clenching down on his cock. Flynn whines at the pressure, bucking his hips into you. You smile blissfully, head tilted back to stare at the ceiling.
"You make such pretty noises, Flynn," you purr, running a hand down your stomach and letting it rest over Flynn's hand.
"You're so warm," he breathes, eyes staring gapingly wide as he slowly fucks into you. He seems surprised with how hot you are on the inside, the burning heat under his palm as he slowly rubs circles into your clit.
Slow and steady is fun and all, but there's a fire coiling in your gut, and this gentle teasing is barely stoking it. It's like sitting a steak close enough for you to smell it, but too far to actually eat. Saliva pools in your mouth at the thought the arousal that would poor out of Flynn when he truly fucks you. You scrub a hand down your face to wipe away your drool before sitting up to lock eyes with him.
"Fuck me like you want me, Flynn," you order, pulling him in with a firm hand on the back of his neck. You brush your nose across his cheek, pressing a hot kiss to the corner of his mouth. He tries to chase your lips, eyes fluttering closed as he chases after your touch. His eyelids flip open, and he nods tersely at you.
Flynn moves his hands back to your thighs, drapes your shins over his shoulders, and pulls your hips against his. You groan as he shoves into you, letting yourself fall back onto the couch as he drills into you like there's oil in your womb. You let yourself be rocked by his thrusts, back scraping against the fabric of the couch. You can feel a burn starting to form on your shoulder blades as he drives into you.
Flynn whines and keens, sounds moving higher into his throat the closer he gets. The burning in your stomach grows as his pleasure does, and you find your hands running into your hair, pulling at it as you're overcome with the strength of his pleasure.
Flynn slides a hand under your lower back, lifting you off the couch and leaning you against his chest. The stretch in your thighs burns to rival the pleasure winding in your gut. He's fucking you so good, feeding you so well-- you moan into his skin, breath fogging and making condensation on his chest that runs down his stomach in rivers. Flynn grabs your hips and lifts you, slamming you down as he thrusts up into you. Your moans bounce to the rhythm he's tossing you around.
His moans are so clear and high in your ear. His pleasure swells, and you can almost feel yourself growing waterlogged with how full you're getting.
"Sh-should I?" he stutters, resting his nose on your shoulder and panting. His thrusts have started to grow shallow-- slow. You almost growl at him for having the nerve to stop, but then you realize what he's asking.
You smile at him, pressing a sloppy kiss to his parted lips.
"Inside," you moan, kissing him again and across his cheek, down to his pulse point. "Cum inside of me, Flynn."
He groans at that, fucking into you with renewed vigor.
Flynn moans and whines the closer he gets until he's spilling into you with a whimper. You squeeze him, sucking every last possible drop into your cunt that he can manage to shoot into you. He rolls his hips into you, panting wildly as he regains himself.
Slowly, Flynn sets you down on the couch, careful of your shoulders. Endorphins flood your body, and you throw an arm over your face to block out the light. Flynn sits on his haunches, watching you breathe, watching your cunt clench around the open air. He watches you with a dopey, impish smile on his face. You're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, and he's the most delicious meal you've ever had. You run your hand over your slightly round stomach, smiling at him, deciding to tell him as much.
"I have never been fucked that good. In my entire life," you breathe, a laugh rolling out of you towards the end. It makes it seem like a joke-- which, it isn't. You truly have never been so satiated.
"Really? I-I'm sort of an amateur, uh..." he runs a hand over his face, scratching his chin as he looks down at you.
"Wow, I just realized you never told me your name." You both laugh at that, and you flip your sweaty hair off the back of your neck, resting on your arms and peering up at him.
"Tell ya what, you clean me off and bring me some ice water and I'll tell you my name. Deal?" Flynn stares at you for a moment before jumping into action, climbing off the couch and to the kitchen to get a washcloth and some ice water.
You chuckle to yourself as he skips naked around your apartment. You've honestly never been happier.
You turn your head at the sound of Flynn's feet on the hardwood, sitting up to take a glass of water from him. You take a long sip from it, looking up at Flynn through your lashes as he watches you drink.
"Wash cloth?" You remind him, and he jumps to action, muttering an apology under his breath. You listen in on him in the kitchen, the thunking of drawers in the kitchen as he looked for a cloth, and then the running of water. You turn around, planting your feet on the floor and leaning back against the couch cushions.
When Flynn comes back, he stares at you, at your pulsing heat, swallowing dryly in his throat. You raise an eyebrow at him, and he falls to his knees, scooching over to you and wiping at the slick and sweat that was smeared around your thighs.
"You look so pretty," you purr to him, taking a long swallow from your water. His cheeks flush red at the praise, and he starts to wipe at you again.
"There's no, uhm..."
You hum at him, leaning back against the chair. There's no cum leaking out of you is what he'd noticed. He is right, of course, there isn't. You'd eaten already-- absorbed it into your body and processed the nutrients in it.
"No. There isn't." You said simply. You watch his face, watch as he realizes something.
You hope he hasn't realized what you are. Hope that that won't make a difference if he has-- a foolish thing to believe.
You look down at his face, reach a hand down to rub across the peach fuzz growing on
"It's [Y/N]. By the way."
Chapter 3: one touch of nature (makes the whole world kin)
Summary:
Flynn can't stop thinking about you and how good of a time he had. You plague his every waking moment. An evil voice in his head tells him it's because you're evil, and he does some research, learns about bedazzling, and decides to confront you about the whole thing. You say to him that you would never do that, you aren't even a high enough class to bedazzle him, but he doesn't believe you.
You convince him that all the attraction he feels for you is au naturel.
Notes:
sorry this is late, I was busy Saturday (#NoKings) and meant to post it Sunday but ended up being busy too... I know my (maybe) two dedicated readers were waiting on this so i apologize.
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When Flynn woke up, he was in his apartment, wrapped in his top sheet, one sock on, and his bed partner nowhere to be found. He frowned to himself, ran a hand down his face, and tumbled out of bed with a yawn.
He stumbled to the bathroom, rubbing at his eyes as he stared at himself in the mirror. He had a giant bite in the bend of his shoulder and a purple trail of hickeys wrapping around his neck. Images of a soft, roaming mouth, of dazzling eyes staring up at him as that mouth took him apart. Flynn groaned, turning his shower on and switching to arctic levels of cold.
He let the water roll over him, cooling the blood that was rolling through him like fire. Just thinking about last night for a minute was enough to send rolling waves of pleasure through him.
Flynn looked down at himself, at how hard he was despite the cold shower, and considered for a moment jerking off to the thought of him. With a sigh, he shut the water off instead, shuffling disappointedly into his bedroom to pull on a turtle neck and some slacks. Flynn ran his hands through his hair, a haphazard attempt at styling it, before he considered himself dressed enough and pulled on his shoes.
Walking to the door, he grabbed his keys and his phone, shoving them into his bag. Flynn pulled his bag over his head, and he winced as the strap of it bit into the mark on his shoulder. Frowning as he switched the strap to his other side.
The walk to work took his mind off things, and for a few hours after he arrived. It wasn't until he was wandering around the lower floors of the library, scanning the shelves, that he thought about it again.
A rumbling heat filled his gut as he stared at a shelf of dusty books. Dusty old books were the only thing around him, but every time he closed his eyes, he could see the curve of his hips, the flat of his back, the soft skin on his chest.
Flynn groaned, cupping himself to cover his shame as he fled back upstairs.
There was a private bathroom in his library, and he was fully intent on using it for nefarious purposes before he bumped chest first into Judson.
“Oh my goodness!” He yelped, cheeks flushed as he slowly tried to turn and run the other way.
“Flynn, what exactly are you covering up down there?”
He stared at Judson in embarrassment, cheeks flushing even darker.
“And, young man, you look like you're about to overheat. Maybe a turtleneck wasn't wise for the middle of June?”
Flynn blushed even darker, coughing awkwardly as he fumbled for an excuse.
He couldn't come up with anything; in the silence his awkwardness created, Judson leveled him with a disappointed glare.
“You slept with that succubus, didn't you?” Flynn wanted to deny it, but he couldn't bring himself to lie to Judson. He nodded, scratching the back of his neck nervously. Judson sighed, shaking his head as he slowly walked away.
Flynn stumbled after him, frowning.
“W–why does that matter?” he stuttered. “I mean, it's been a while, and he was good—like
terrific
, actually—but are you saying that—” Flynn cut himself off with a grunt when Judson shoved that same book into his chest.
“Read it, please. Thoroughly this time. And go splash some water on your face or something,” he sighed, shuffling off into the library somewhere.
Flynn took the book and sat down, flipping to the pages on succubi. He ran his fingers over the pages as he read quietly to himself, bouncing his foot restlessly. Past the description of the demons and the drawing of their hallmark symbols, there was an outline of their abilities.
“While most sex demons are otherwise lacking in supernatural abilities, many powerful demons possess the ability to manipulate potential partners into having sex with them via an otherworldly form of seduction known as ‘Bedazzling’.” Flynn’s heart sank to the pit of his stomach, a feeling of shame moving to take its place.
Why would he be stupid enough to trust a demon? He was an idiot, he thought with the head in his pants and not the one on his shoulders, and went and got himself bedazzled by some sex demon. The worst part, of course, being that he did it willingly .
Well, if he’d been bedazzled, then surely there was a way to get un bedazzled.
With a deep breath, Flynn pulled his phone out and texted the succubus from the night before.
‘Are you free this afternoon? I’d like to meet for coffee.’
Within seconds, there was a response.
‘Of course, sweetheart’
‘I’ll send you an address.’
‘Be there at 4.’
Flynn sighed, looking at the clock and then back down at the book in his lap. No doubt in his mind, the next two hours would be full of trying not to get hard.
—
The text from Flynn came in just as you were eating lunch. Said lunch was very displeased with you checking your phone mid-meal, but you didn't care enough to feel bad. You had been thinking about him the whole time anyway.
His request to meet for coffee was unexpected, but brought a lot of delicious possibilities to mind that made your stomach grumble.
A lot of sexual things involving bathrooms and kneeling under tables.
You peel into the coffee shop, smirking at the sight of Flynn sitting at a booth near a window. He's early, which you find adorable, and drumming his fingers nervously on the table as he stares at his coffee cup.
“Hello, Flynn,” you purr, sliding into the booth with a sultry smile on your face.
He flushes, averting his gaze from your face.
He's frowning, you notice, and it puts unease in your gut. Flynn huffs to himself, leaning across the table to whisper under his breath to you.
“I know,” he jabs accusingly. You raise an eyebrow at him, opening your mouth to respond.
He cuts you off: “I know that you're a succubus,” he accuses. “And I know that you've bedazzled me. And I want you to un-bedazzle me.”
You stare at him in astonishment before laughing to yourself, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. You sigh before grabbing his coffee cup and taking a long sip. You stare down at the coffee before smiling at him softly— almost patronizing.
“I
am
a succubus, yes, but I didn't bedazzle you.” Flynn looks at you in disbelief, going to argue with you. You cut him off with a raised hand.
“I
can't
bedazzle you because I'm not a high enough class. You
are
the librarian, aren't you?”
He sits back in his seat, frowning as he watches you drink his coffee.
“Unless you don't believe me?”
“Well…”
You slide the coffee cup across the table to him, and he stares into it.
“Need some… convincing?” You purr. He stares at you, eyes wide with shock and a touch of excitement.
“I don't see how having more sex with you will prove that you aren't supernaturally convincing me to have sex with you.” You chuckle at that, crossing your hands in your lap and letting your legs spread. His eyes jump down to stare at your groin.
“The proof is in that fact that, if you wanted to…” You lean forward, so close that your breath fans across his cheeks. “You could tell me no, and I’d leave.”
Flynn bites his cheek, wiping his palms across his pants before nodding resolutely— almost shamefully. He looks into your knowing eyes and stands slowly.
You grab his hand and lead him out of the coffee shop and down the street.
“Do you always pick date locations within walking distance of your apartment?” He jokes. You look back over your shoulder with a smirk.
“I told you before, I don't like being kept waiting.” Flynn flushes, letting you lead him back into the familiarity of your apartment. He opens his mouth to cut through the silence, but is cut off by the sight of you falling to your knees in front of him.
You pull the belt from his slacks, sliding the light colored fabric down his legs and mouthing hungrily at his cock. You frown at his semi-hardness, but it sparks a satisfied look of resolution in Flynn's eyes.
“Surely if I were bedazzling you you'd be ready to go already,” you joke, pulling his cock out of his underwear and rolling your hand down its length.
He hardens under your palm quickly, a smile growing on your face as he squirms under your careful touch. You drop him, relishing in his whine at the loss of contact. You shimmy out of your pants, kicking them across the room, along with your shoes.
“You aren't wearing underwear.”
“I never wear underwear. I'm impatient.” You grab him by the arm and pull him to the couch. You reach a hand up to touch his cheek, rubbing your thumb across his under eye with a soft smile.
“Fuck me against the couch,” you order, bending yourself over the arm of the chair.
Flynn swallows, lining himself up with you and pushing into you. He groans as he bottoms out, hands rubbing soothing circles around your hips. You grind your hips against his in slow circles. You don’t need to get used to his size, considerable as it is, but he has to get used to you. To the tightness of your cunt, to the way it tries to suck him in deeper even though your ass is pressed firmly against his stomach and you’ve taken him in as deep as you can.
It’s a lengthy adjustment for someone who sees as little action as he does, and you try to be understanding, as difficult as it is. He sits inside of you, the pulsating of his cock syncing with your heart beat. Your stomach grumbles in protest to his stillness, and you rock your hips into him impatiently. Flynn swallows and starts thrusting into you shallowly, hardly pulling out of you as he rocks his hips back. You squeeze down around him, relishing in his almost pained groan as he thrusts faster. The sound of soft, wet squelching fills the room as he continues to thrust in and out of you quickly.
He’s going to cum, you realize unfortunately. You frown only slightly, but aren’t given enough time to be genuinely disappointed because he’s grabbing you by the hips and pulling you back against him in time with his thrusts. Your chest drags across the arm of the chair as you’re jerked back and forth. Your mouth hangs open, and he reaches a hand around to push against your belly— right where your tattoo is, warm to the touch. Your eyes roll into your skull, and you groan, throwing your head back. Flynn is hunched over you, staring into your blissed out eyes with a strained expression. He’s panting and whining high in his throat, squeezing and rubbing at your soft belly.
He rests his forehead on your shoulder as he cums deep into you with a loud, broken moan. You hum contentedly at the feeling of hot ropes of cum filling you. Flynn’s breath spreads across your shoulder as he catches his breath. You turn your head slightly to look at him, smirking to yourself at his state.
“Why did you ask me if I bedazzled you?” You ask casually, grinding your hips against his. Flynn whimpers in overstimulation, trying to decide if he should respond or pull out first.
“I couldn't stop thinking about you. A-and every time I did, I… I got hard.” You hum, starting to rock against his cock. He whines, pulling away from you.
“I couldn't stop thinking about you either,” you admit embarrassingly, voice so quiet he wouldn’t be able to hear if he wasn’t lying on your shoulder. He stills, cock still resting in you by the head.
“You did?”
You chuckle at him, turning over to look at him with a soft, sincere smile.
“Yeah. You’re the best meal I’ve had. You fill me up so good, Flynn,” you coo. He whines at that, wiping sweat from his forehead.
“Seriously. Trying to turn you on aside, there’s something about you,” you hum, stretching your arms above your head.
“I can’t quite place it, but…” You stare at him, into his big brown eyes and his red parted lips, bitten from his effort to suppress his noises. You smile at his face, at his flushing cheeks, stepping forward to cup them again. You swipe your finger across his under eye, staring into him, and he stares right back into you.
You open your mouth, lips parted to speak, but he cuts you off, crashing into you with a kiss. Your eyes shoot wide, and your hands jump to his forearms, grabbing them in shock.
Flynn pulls away abruptly, wiping spit from his shiny pink lips.
“Oh my god, I just kissed a sex demon,” he groans, rubbing his face and muttering to yourself. You smile at him, reaching your fingers up to touch your wet lips.
“I didn’t mind it,” you purr, grabbing his arm and pulling him back close to you. He looks down at you in shock, brown eyes blown wide.
“I wouldn’t mind if you did it more.”
Flynn stares at you in awe, then his hands slide down to your hips, giving them a light, reassuring squeeze. You brace yourself for another kiss, but he keeps staring at you, taking in every detail of your face, your posture, your body.
“Do you want to go steady?”
Chapter 4: one, cut a hole in a box
Summary:
going "steady" with a literal sex demon doesn't sound too bad. until you crash Flynn's job because you're "hungry".
Notes:
Semi-public sex in this chapter. also this one is kinda short, it's barely over 1k words because it's filler. well, filler/mcguffin really. also i have never read an x reader fic with a plot before, so i apologize to those of you who only want sex. However, the plot of the fic is "I am a gorgeous sex demon who is so gorgeous and good at sex that Noah Wyle falls in love with me" sooo~ plot with air quotes.
anyway, enjoy!
Chapter Text
All things considered, dating a succubus is not as bad as Flynn's conscience said it would be. They go out to eat, go on walks, and— not all too surprisingly- have a lot in common with each other.
Not to mention the sex.
What all can be said about it that men haven't written in poems already?
It is both incredible and
copious
. Flynn has had more sex in the week since they’d started seeing each other than in his entire life. Considering he feeds off of his sexual energy, it is entirely understandable that they have lots of sex.
Flynn has to get off every time his boyfriend is hungry, especially if he wants to remain monogamous, which he does.
No, dating a succubus isn’t difficult at all. Lying about it to Judson and Charlene, however, is incredibly difficult. He cares for them both, and he knows it’s only for his safety and the sanctity of the library that they don’t support his endeavors with a succubus, but how many high-class evil succubi are there anyway? What is the likelihood that his, for lack of a better word, fraternization with a succubus could end up pushing the balance between good and evil?
To keep on their good sides, his daily limping is due to overexercising. He leaves for lunch every day to “get a walk in”-- the lack of adventuring made for little opportunity for exercise. Being a librarian was a very sedentary job, and the safety of the universe relies on his well-being. That's what he'd said to them; they seemed to buy it enough to leave him alone about his proposed “soreness”.
He is actually due for his lunch break in two hours, give or take, during which he'll get enough food to fuel himself for the lunch he’ll provide to his boyfriend.
His phone buzzes in his pocket, and he pulls it out.
It’s a text from the succubus in question.
“Which book opens the secret door?”
Flynn looks down at his phone with a frown, priming his thumbs to type out a response when another text comes through.
“Never mind.”
Flynn shuts his phone off, looking around the library in shock and concern. Standing up from his seat by the window, he walks around the shelves, moving from the section of the library filled with artifacts and further into the section full of books, closest to the entrance.
He jumps when a pair of arms wrap around his waist, hands diverging like a river.
One slips up his stomach to grab at his chest, and the other down the front of his pants.
“How did you get in here?” Flynn accuses, pulling your hands off of himself. You smirk at him, cocking your hips to the side.
“And why are you in here? You can’t be in here— if Judson or Charlene finds you here—”
“No one is gonna find me here,” you cut him off with a purr. Flynn backs away from you until he’s flush against a bookshelf. Completely cornered, he whimpers when your hands tug his shirt out of his pants, smooth palms running over the growing hair on his stomach.
“I’m hungry,” You mewl, dragging your mouth across his cheek to bite at his earlobe.
“You’ll have lunch at three— you can’t wait two and a half hours?” You pout at him, hands rubbing at his hips.
“I need a snack, Flynn. To tide me over.”
Flynn swallows, watching your pouty pink lips as you stare up at him pleadingly.
"I'm not having sex in the library!" He whispers at you, looking around as though the books are listening.
"We don't need to have sex! Only you need to get off for me to feed," you purr, falling to your knees.
“We’re going to get caught!” He insists, hips squirming as you undo his belt, flicking open the button on his slacks.
“We aren’t going to get caught, because you’re going to be a good boy and keep those pretty noises I love all to yourself.” Flynn stares at you in shock.
“You want to give me oral sex in the library— one of the most sacred places on Earth? And you want me to be quiet?” He balks, blinking down at you incredulously. You pull him out of his slacks, giving a good, long stroke from root to tip.
“That’s okay with you, right?” Flynn groans, throwing his head back and his arm over his eyes.
You stroke his cock lovingly, staring up at his pitiful state. All from such a simple request, too— you’re bound to have fun when he starts getting real rules. The thought of edging him sends a broiling hunger to your gut that’s quickly soothed by the muffled whimpers falling from Flynn’s lips.
“Look at how good you’re being, Flynn,” you purr. He pulls his arm down and stares at you. You lean back so he can see your stomach, showing off how your jet-black tattoo is now glowing a bright pink. His eyes widen.
“Just a couple strokes and you’re feeding me so well, imagine how fed I’ll be when I get my mouth around you.”
Flynn chokes, throwing his hand up to bite into it as he bucks into your fist.
You wrap your lips around his head, lying your tongue flat on the underside and slowly sliding your mouth down his cock. His eyes roll back into his head as he watches you, and pleasure swells in your gut with the growth in his arousal.
He’s close already. You can tell he’s close by the way he’s panting, and the sudden overpowering rush of pleasure that’s clouding your mind. You hum pleasingly around him, opening your eyes to look up into his.
You make eye contact, and his breath stills in his throat. You watch him bite down on his palm, eyes twitching and fluttering insanely as he spurts cum into your waiting mouth. You let it fill you, rubbing your stomach contentedly.
When you pull off and tuck him away, he whines, wiping sweat from his face with his sleeves.
“Why, why are you—”
“You were so good for me, Flynn,” you purr, grabbing his chin and pulling his lolling head up to meet your gaze. He flushes crimson, looking away from you in embarrassment.
“We’ll finish this at home.”
You turn on your heel and saunter away, smirking at the shocked and embarrassed sputtering fit he’s fallen into.
Chapter 5: today 4 u
Summary:
Flynn does, in fact, finish it when he gets home. Except finishing it is eating you out from bottom to top and then reaming your spent pussy in twain, you calling him a good boy all the while.
Notes:
chapter kinks: cunnilingus, praise kink, and creampies. love.
Chapter Text
When Flynn got home from the library, a grueling and horny three hours later, you were on his couch completely naked. So many questions fly through his mind at that moment, the main one being: how did you find where he lives? He wants to ask, but the sight of you, your curved back, your soft breasts. He's silent. He stares at you, dropping his briefcase on the floor, his mouth agape. You smirk at him, running your fingertips languidly across your bare chest and down to dip int your wet cunt. His eyes follow your movements, and he shuts his jaw, licking over his lips.
"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to do something?"
He jumps to scoop you up off the couch, carrying you into his bedroom and laying you down on his bed. You smile at him, running your hands through his hair as he leans up to kiss you. His shirt rubs against your skin, and you reach down to try to pull it off.
Flynn shakes his head, pressing a kiss to your cheek, then down your neck.
"You made me feel so good earlier," he moans, pressing kisses down your stomach. "Let me make you feel good."
You stare at him like he's crazy, and he looks at you in disappointment.
"What is it?"
You brush his concern off, lying back on the bed.
"Nothing. It's just..." You sigh, running a hand over your head to get your hair out of your face. "Wouldn't you rather fuck me?" You offer nervously.
Flynn stares at you just as shocked as you'd stared at him before, stopping the kisses he was delivering to your lower belly.
"Well, I'd love to fuck you. After I eat your pussy. If you don't mind." He slides his hands down your sides and around to sit gently on your ass. He resumes kissing you, and you squirm uncomfortably beneath you.
"It's just... no one's ever cared about that before." You offer weakly, fidgeting against his bedsheets as his lips keep kissing your soft skin.
"I've never given them enough time."
Flynn pulls away from you, running his hands from your ass and up your legs.
"No one's ever focused on you?" Flynn asks from between your legs, a slight frown on his face as he massages your thighs.
"Why would they?" You scoff, sitting up on your elbows to look down at him. "I feed off your pleasure, not my own. What's the point if you don't get off?"
Flynn's cheeks turn pink, and he looks down, avoiding your gaze.
"What if getting you off... gets me off?" He ventures. You look down at him as though he's just said the most ridiculous thing you've ever heard in your entire life.
"You being aroused is fine, but I won't be satisfied unless you have an orgasm. It's like drinking a cup of coffee versus eating a sandwich."
"I can almost promise you that I'm gonna have an orgasm," he spits out, cheeks a dark crimson. You smirk at him, reaching a hand down to brush a thumb across his cheek.
"Really? You're gonna cum just from eating my pussy?" you tease. He whines, looking at you with an almost pained expression.
"Don't tease me," he begs.
"Why not? It's just so fun!"
Flynn lays gentle kisses across your thighs, travelling up from the junction at your hip and down to your knee. Then he crosses over and kisses down from your other knee, across your hip, and settles at the rosy skin next to your mark. Your breath hitches in your throat as he slides his lips across your skin, kissing up the wings of your mark. It warms beneath his lips, and he opens his eyes to see it glowing pink and bright in front of his face. His eyes widen at the glow, and his kisses you again in intrigue, his fingers coming up to trace along the glowing mark. Flynn looks at you like he looks at a cipher, as though he wants to crack you open and figure out what makes you tick.
You mark pulses as it dims and grunt, squirming your hips.
"Does it glow when you feed?" He asks with a tone that says he already knows the answer is yes. You glare at him, pouting as you look away.
"Yes. It does. The brighter it glows, the more I'm being fed. As you can see, it's not glowing, so I'm still hungry."
He looks up at you with his big brown eyes, peering directly into you and measuring every bit of you before he smiles.
"You're hangry," he teases. You scoff at him.
"Yes, I am 'hangry' but did you ever consider I wouldn't be if you'd just fuck me already?" You sigh exasperatedly, watching as he pretends to consider your words before diving in to kiss the warm skin surrounding your cunt. He leaves his palm pressed over your mark, feeling it warm as he kisses lower and lower. His nose brushes against your folds, and you gasp, drawing your knees up.
Flynn shushes you, running his lips across the wet skin surrounding your clit but never making contact with what matters. You frown at him, and a curling feeling of embarrassment grows in your gut as you realize that only makes your mark glow brighter.
"You're the worst, Flynn," you groan, throwing your head back into the pillows to stare at the ceiling pensively.
"Let me take care of you, baby," he says into your skin, kissing softly at your opening. "You always take such good care of me,"
Without another word, he licks a stripe up from your opening to your clit. You groan, throwing an arm over your face. He does it again and again before he lets his lips lock around your clit. You gasp, bucking your hips against his mouth as he start to toy with your clit with his lips and tongue.
"You've done this before, haven't you?" you tease breathlessly, scrubbing your hand down your face. Flynn blushes, pulling off of you with a pop and a long string of spit.
"I did. Once." You nod, sitting up on your elbows to get a better look at him.
"And did you enjoy it then as much as you now?" You purr, your voice so light yet so dark simultaneously. His cheeks turn darker, and your mark glows brighter.
Flynn tries to distract himself from your teasing by delving deeper into your cunt, licking up the slick dripping from you and spreading it across your folds with his tongue. You moan, letting yourself fall back against the pillows. He lays his tongue flat against your clit and moves his head up and down, lapping at you like a dog drinking water. You let your hand move from its solid place at your hip to his head, fingers losing themselves in his floppy hair. Flynn moans as you squeeze and tug at his hair. You bite your lip, grinding your hips against his mouth.
You yelp at the feeling of a finger pressing against your opening, eyes rolling back as he pushes it into you. The pad of his finger presses up into you, and it makes your eyes burn white.
"Believe it or not, this is all I've been wanting to do to you since we started sleeping together."
You cry out as he slides another finger into you beside the first, tongue stuck back out for you to grind against. You pull at his hair, moving his head to get just the right angle for his tongue against your cunt. Your moans are high-pitched and loud, belting your pleasure out into his room.
Flynn's lips close around your clit, sucking on it hard and causing you to see stars. You all but scream as you cum onto his face, leaking slick around his fingers. Flynn licks it up happily, sucking and slurping on your leaking cunt until you're whining and overdone with pleasure. He pulls off of you with a wet smack of his lips. He looks up at you, completely dazed from pleasure, with a dopey smile.
"Thank you for letting me make you feel good," he says.
You throw your head back with a groan, clenching around nothing. You grab him by the shirt collar, pulling him up your body to press a hot kiss on his mouth. Your tongue dances on his, the taste of your own cum mixed with his spit filled your mouth and kindled the dying fire in your gut.
"Are you going to fuck me now?" you purr breathlessly against his lips, ripping at the buttons on his shirt.
"I'll do whatever you want,"
You chuckle at him, kissing his neck as you wrap a hand around his cum-slick cock.
"You are such a good boy," you muse, pulling his slacks down his legs and wrapping yours around his hips. Flynn smiles at you, pulling his pants all the way off and lining himself up with your cunt. He pushes into you without hesitation and starts slamming into you. You fall back onto the sheets with a moan, wrapping your hands around his forearms as he thrusts into you.
"God, yes, fuck me just like that," you moan, squeezing around his cock.
"You're such a good boy for me, you fuck me so good."
Flynn whines high in his throat, moans coming out in little whimpers and pants at your praise. Both of you have cum already, and the combined pleasure of overstimulation causes your orgasms to build faster than usual. Flynn leans down to rest his head on your forehead, thrusting into you harder and harder as his pleasure crests.
You both cum together, you with a shout and him with a keen that fades out into a long groan. The pleasure feeding you washes over your mind, clouding your thoughts. You can barely muster a cohesive sentence, or at least one that isn't good boy. You reach your hands up to run through Flynn's hair as though petting him. You praise him, telling him how good he made you feel, thanking him for making you cum so hard, so good.
Flynn whines at the praise, of course, content to nuzzle into your neck and press kisses to the hot skin there.
After a few minutes of resting, he pulls out of you, expecting to see a trickle of cum spill out of your cunt.
Instead, you're completely empty, and your mark is pulsing lowly. It stops glowing, settling back to its black shade.
"What happens to my cum?" He asked, a quizzical brow raised as he looks up at you.
"I absorb it." You say flippantly, wiping sweat from your forehead.
"You absorb it? How does that work?"
"Can you bring me a glass of water?" you ask, smacking your lips.
Flynn sits up on his knees, lifting your legs to inspect your cunt.
"What do you mean you absorb it? Like into your womb?" He looks at you with a face of fear, "I'm not going to get you pregnant, am I?"
You stare at him in utter disbelief before laughing at him.
"No, you can't get me pregnant unless I bind our souls," you grunt, throwing yourself off the bed to find his bathroom. He has a simple apartment, which is at the very least a one-bedroom, not a studio. The universe has done you at least that much of a courtesy.
"Woah, woah, hey! You can't just mention soul binding and then walk off!"
You raise an eyebrow, looking over your shoulder at him.
"I have to wipe this sweat off myself, pee, and I'm also thirsty. You were too busy being curious," you scold, finally finding the bathroom and reaching under the sink for a washcloth. You run it under the sink for a minute before wringing the water out and wiping it over your skin. Flynn takes it from you, running the cloth slowly over your skin.
"I'll wipe, you explain."
You laugh, tucking your hair behind your ear.
"Soul binding is basically the succubi equivalent to marriage. We claim each other by mixing our blood, which causes our souls to link together. Only entities with linked souls can procreate." Flynn hums, setting the cloth down on the counter.
"You sit there and pee, I'll bring you water."
Chapter 6: no matter what i do (all i think about is you)
Summary:
Flynn is accidentally falling in love with his evil demon boyfriend that he keeps trying to convince himself he hates.
he talks to judson and charlene about it.
they tell him to stfu.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Flynn is watching you sleep, which would have been weird had you not found him to be one of the most endearing humans you've ever met. You've never been so smitten with one before-- most likely because they've always been a meal and nothing more.
But Flynn is so much more than mouth-wateringly delicious sex. He's hilarious and adorable, so much so that you find yourself wanting to spend time with him. Not to feed, but just to be in each other's company.
The love you feel growing for him is a pleasant feeling.
You feel Flynn's lips press to your cheek—a comforting touch—and he gets out of bed. Minutes later, he's gone from the apartment, off to work, leaving you to ruminate on your budding feelings.
--
This time around, when Flynn finds himself plagued with thoughts of you and your touch all day, he knows it isn't from mystical forces. However, this knowledge isn't the comfort it should be.
If Flynn were to be completely honest with himself, he'd say that he was utterly obsessed with you. Your scent, how you feel, how you taste-- that most definitely. He eats, sleeps, and breathes you. Every working minute of the day, he spends thinking about you.
It can only mean one thing.
A cold dread fills him, heart full to bursting as he realizes: he loves you.
Flynn drops what he's doing-- literally, which leads to a shattering of the Holy Grail, and he runs to find Judson.
When he does, he's standing beside Charlene, discussing something arbitrary —nothing could be more important than this right now. Not even the fate of the universe.
"I'm having a crisis," Flynn gasps, hand grasping his chest through his sweater vest.
Charlene raises an eyebrow at him.
"What is it?" She sighs, arms akimbo.
"You know that uhm--"
"Sex demon you've been fornicating with?" She asks accusingly.
"Yes, the very same," Flynn turns his attention to Judson, the little traitor.
"I think I might be falling for him. Like-- like in love with him. I've never fallen in love before, so how could I know? But I'm pretty sure I am, and I..." He runs a hand through his hair with a pained sigh.
"I'm scared."
He looks at Charlene and Judson with pleading eyes, and they stare-- down and up, respectfully-- at him like he is an idiot.
"Of course you've fallen in love with him, Flynn; you've been having sex with him for over a month. You're the librarian; you're supposed to be wise beyond your years! Stop being a fool."
He gapes at her, mouth hanging open like a fish as he stares between her unamused face and Judson's look of non-remorse.
"So, let me get this straight," he laughs, more embarrassed than humored about anything. "Neither of you has any advice for me?"
They stare at him before Judson sighs, turning to walk away.
"None that hasn't already been given."
Flynn is at a loss for words. He opens up about his evident and apparent crisis, only to be told, essentially, to shut up and deal with it. As though finding out that you're in love for the first time with a beautifully handsome sex demon is an everyday occurrence. As though there was a book on how to handle intimate relationships between humans and mystical beings on the library shelves. Flynn gave pause to that.
Was there?
With a huff and a tense hand scrubbed down his face, he resigns himself to looking for answers in the library.
--
Flynn muses restlessly over the fruitlessness of his hours spent reading on the walk home. He opens the door to his apartment, drained from a day of stress and ready to sleep, only to see you sitting on his coffee table.
Naked.
He makes a mental note to wipe it down later, then shuts the door and sets down his things.
"You hungry?" He asks, hanging his messenger bag on a hook by the door and moving to take off his shoes. You smirk, looking at him from his oxfords, up his tweed slacks, and the brown sweater vest he's wearing to his fluffy hair.
"Starving." You hum, standing up and strolling over to him with a sway in your hips. You run your hands over his chest, leaning up to kiss across his jaw.
"Keep this on, though," you purr. Flynn's eyes shoot open wide as you pull him into the bedroom, running your hands over him through his clothes.
You waste no time pulling him out of his pants, leaving them on as you stroke him to full hardness.
"You really are hungry, aren't you?" He laughs nervously, hands coming to rest gently on your hips as you guide him into you. Flynn whines high in his throat at the tight, wet heat of your cunt, eyes fluttering shut. How tired he's been washes away when he bottoms out inside of you.
You squeeze around him, biting your lip as he rolls his hips into yours, hands rubbing at your smooth skin. He leans down and kisses you, moaning against your soft lips. You bear down on him harder, and he groans into your mouth. You want him to fuck you, it's obvious that you do, but he couldn't want anything more than to just relish in the smooth drag of your cunt around him.
"Flynn, please," you whine, glaring up at him as he smiles softly down at you.
He thinks he gets to be in control; it's adorable.
You rut your hips against his, agitated that you have to put in effort. You'd much rather lie against the pillows and have Flynn feed you, but if he wants to play games, then you're willing to play along.
Flynn runs a hand through his hair, beads of sweat rolling down his neck. He loosens his tie, flicking open the top button of his collar. He looks rough, disheveled, but the fact that he's still in his suit makes heat pool in your gut.
It doesn't take very long before Flynn is losing control of the reins, thrusting into you in sloppy, alternating rhythms. A mix of shallow and deep thrusts that rock your body as he cums inside of you. He pulls out with a grunt, strings of cum running down your front and onto the sheets. He smiles at the picture you paint, panting heavily. He wipes sweat from his forehead, looking at you in reverence. Your mark is still growing bright pink, pulsating slowly. You sit up, crawling over to him slowly.
"Flynn," you purr, sitting on his lap. "I'm still hungry."
His eyes widen, and you slip his softening cock back into you. He groans, hands coming up to grip your waist.
"B-baby, I don't think I can--"
You press a kiss to his lips, silencing his protests. He tries to argue between kisses, but as you start to ride him, your hips slamming into his lap with the force of his thrusts, he stops arguing.
He keens and whines from the overstimulation, stomach tense as you ride him.
Flynn runs his hands over your aching thighs, looking up at you with a pleading look on his face. He was flushed red, whining high in his throat at the feeling of you squeezing him, pulling him impossibly deeper into you. He throws his head back into the pillows, running his thumbs over your stomach and the bell of your hips. His mouth falls open with his desperate pants, muttering nonsensically to himself as you bounce on his lap.
"Oh-oh God," he gasps, whole body going tight as a wire before snapping. He shakes as he cums inside of you, hands squeezing your hips tightly.
You swirl your hips, grinding against him and rolling your hips in small circles. Flynn whines, bucking against you as you roll into him. He runs his shaking hands tenderly over your stomach, rough fingers coasting over your still glowing mark. It pulses lightly before going back to a pleasant glowing pink.
"You can't possibly..."
You smirk, pulling off him and moving slowly between his legs. Flynn whines, burying his face in his hands as your lips wrap around his aching cock.
"How hungry are you?" He whines, lip quivering as he fights back tears from the overstimulation. You moan around his cock, vibrations making him clench his thighs.
They jump up, thumping against the sides of your head, and you groan at the impact. He reaches a hand down to glide lovingly into your hair. His fingernails dig into your scalp, and you groan, taking him down to the root.
"I--I'm not gonna last," he whines, high in his throat. He's falling apart, tears welling in his eyes and rolling down his cheeks. He's whimpering at your ministrations-- only a step away from being torture.
You pull off his cock with a pop, smiling up at him.
"Do you want to stop?" You ask, staring up at him with big eyes. They glisten with your own desire. Flynn would think you had magical control over him, given the pleasure that courses through him just from your gaze. He shakes his head with a whimper, swallowing thickly.
"N-no, I wanna keep going. I can keep going."
You smirk at him, squeezing the base of his cock.
"Good boy," you purr, diving back down onto his length.
Flynn's cock fills your mouth, pulsating as you take it into your throat. He groans, squeezing your head. You hollow your cheeks, sucking him down. Your tongue runs along the underside of his cock, you pull back, pressing your tongue into his slit, and he groans, spurting cum into your mouth. You pull away fully, letting strands of it spurt across your face. He groans at the sight of you, striped with his cum, and almost cums again.
You move from between his thighs, crawling back up his torso to straddle his hips.
Flynn slides his hands up to cup your cheeks. He swipes a ribbon of cum off your cheek, and you grab his wrist, pulling his thumb into your mouth to suck the cum from his fingertip. He groans, falling back down into the pillows.
You chuckle, wiping the rest of his cum off your face and sucking it off your fingers. Slowly, you start to grind against him.
"You can't seriously still be hungry." He groans, looking up at you with a pained expression. You run your hips over his cock, feeling it quickly soften. You hum in consideration, running your hands over his chest.
"If you can't fuck me, then the least you can do is eat me out." You purr, running your hands over his shoulders. His eyes widen, a soft smile forming on his lips.
"Okay!" He chuckles, dragging you by your hips until you're sitting on his chest. You laugh as he does, looking down at him fondly.
"Sit on my face," he says quietly, placing a soft kiss on your thigh.
"Please?" he adds. You groan, running your hand through his hair.
"How could I possibly tell you no when you ask me so sweetly?" You coo, rolling onto your knees to hover your cunt over his mouth.
Flynn tilts his head up, dragging his tongue through your slick and mouthing at your clit before he grunts, reaching up to grab your hips and pull you further down. You yelp as your full weight is put on his face, eyes wide. He moans against you, circling his tongue around your clit as he rolls your hips across his face with your hands. You grind against his tongue, your clit flicking against the tip of his nose on every upstroke. His mouth closes around you, tongue delving into your cunt. He takes you apart carefully, with expertise. His hands squeeze and ply at your ass, and his moans vibrate across your cunt as you rock across his face.
You can feel him bucking into the air underneath you, straining for some relief. You coo at him, burying your fingers in his hair as you grind down onto his face.
Flynn tilts his head up to suck and lick at your clit hard, slurping at your slick cunt with abandon. You moan, rocking against his face in time with his sucking. You whine as you cum on his face, smearing cum and slick across his cheeks as you ride his tongue through your climax.
Panting, you wipe sweat off your forehead and sit back onto Flynn's chest. He smiles up at you, lips red and face smeared with slick.
"God, you're so good at that."
Flynn smiles up at you, a dazed look in his eyes.
"If you want, I can do it more often."
You smile down at him, brush his hair out of his face, and lean over to kiss him on the forehead. He smiles, patting you on the hip as you roll off of him. Your gaze jumps down to his erection, hard to miss as it is, and back to his face with a smirk.
"Looks like someone's ready to go again." You smirk, pushing yourself up onto your hands and knees.
Flynn jumps up excitedly, positioning himself behind you. He chuckles as he lines himself up with your cunt, dragging the leaking head of his cock over it.
"Should I be concerned with you overeating?" he jokes, sliding into you with a wince. You frown playfully at him over your shoulder, shimmying your hips as he bottoms out in you.
"No way, I just want you to cum one more time," you say with a smile.
Flynn chuckles, rolling his hips into you slowly. You whine, backing your hips into his.
"C'mon, don't you think we're a little past all that slow stuff? Fuck me like you mean it, Flynn."
He groans, wrapping his hands around your hips and slamming you into his cock. You yelp, eyes rolling into the back of your head at his sudden spurt of roughness. You moan wildly, clenching around him. Your toes curling, you try to say something, but the only thing that you can squeeze out of your mouth is choked-off moans.
His cock slams into you, the head of it pistoning against your cervix. He fucks you like an animal-- like he hasn't fucked you in days despite having been doing nothing but fuck you for hours. Flynn's balls slap against the front of your pussy, your hips jerking under his bruising hold. You'd tease him if you could, tell him how hungry for it he must be, tell him how good he is at fucking you-- feeding your hungry cunt with his cock. It's all you can do to whine and drool into the pillows, any thread of dominance and the will to be snarky being fucked out of you.
Flynn is quite literally fucking you stupid, and you find it incredibly difficult to have a problem with it.
He leans forward, placing wet kisses across your shoulder blades. The juxtaposition of his loving touch and his rabid pounding are enough to send you over the edge. You clench around him, coming undone. You all but scream into the pillow, dragging your nails down the sheets and leaving long tracks of snagged threads.
Flynn cums inside of you with a loud moan, not long after, hands rubbing soothingly on your hips and thighs. He pants, slipping out of you and sitting back on his heels. You fall onto the bed, your shaky legs giving out on you. The room is fuzzy as your head reels with orgasmic bliss.|
"Alright," Flynn huffs tiredly, "now that is enough." he huffs out a breath, wiping sweat from his forehead. You roll over, wrapping your legs around his hips and using your momentum to flip him over.
"One more."
He groans as if pained, and you laugh, sliding back onto his cock with a gasp.
"Last one."
"You said that last time!" he exclaims, betrayed. Flynn has the naivety to pout up at you as you straddle him, rolling your hips in pleasant circles. As though his pathetic little face would do any more than spur you on. You're nice enough to ride him quickly, chasing more of your own pleasure than his. The feeling of his cock filling you, the sound of it as it glides through a mixture of his cum and your slick.
Flynn whines high in his throat, hands coming up to rest on your thighs. He rubs at them slowly, massaging them as you ride him with abandon. He squeezes them, painfully hard, and bucks his hips into you when he cums.
You smile down at him, so pleased with how good he's been. Until you settle on him and realize that, besides his cock, you're empty.
"Oh no, you came dry," you pout, pulling off, you dip your fingers into your cunt and frown deeply when they come out covered in only your slick.
"Which means I'm done, right?" He pants, eyes squint shut. You raise an eyebrow, lips quirked to the side in a devilish smirk. Flynn swallows thickly, looking down at you with wide eyes.
You laugh at his expression, flopping down on top of him. You rest your head on his chest, and his hand comes up to run through your hair.
"I thought I'd never tire you out." He laughs.
You hum contentedly, burying your face in his chest.
"Oh, believe me," you yawn, "I am far from tired."
Flynn groans, tossing his head back. The groan turns into a laugh as he feels you smile against him. He runs a hand through your hair and makes a mental note to read up on soul bonding.
For no particular reason.
Notes:
This is late because it was very hard to write. I apologize :(
Unfortunately, transitions are hard and so in the interest of making sure the transitions between sex scenes were good, i sacrificed the transitions earlier on. That's okay, this is fan fiction, and even professional and published writers use time skips. If there was shame in my game, I wouldn't have written this fic in the first place.