#multifandom imagines

mdni 18+ content, multiple rounds.

he'd taken something. that's what he told you, hours later, his voice still rough, his hands still shaking. a drink at the bar, a mistake, someone's idea of a joke. you found him in the bathroom, pupils blown wide, skin flushed, his whole body trembling with need he couldn't control.

you got him home. got him in bed. tried to help him flush it out.

that lasted twenty minutes.

"can't," he'd gasped, his hand gripping yours, his hips rolling against the mattress, seeking friction, seeking anything. "love, please, i can't, i need-"

"shh," you'd said, stroking his hair, his back, anywhere you could reach. "i'm here. tell me what you need."

he'd looked at you then, his eyes dark, desperate, something feral breaking through his usual careful restraint.

"you," he'd growled, his hand fisting in your shirt, pulling you down. "need to fuck you. need to feel you. need to see you."

you'd let him, obviuosly

he's naked, you're naked, the mirror reflecting everything back at you. his hands are at your hips, his mouth at your ear, his cock hard and heavy against your back. he's shaking, you can feel it, his whole body vibrating with the effort of holding back.

"look," he rasps, his teeth finding your shoulder, biting, sucking. "look at you."

you look. your hair's wild, your lips bitten red, your skin flushed where his mouth has been. his hands slide up your ribs, his thumbs brushing your nipples, making you gasp, making you arch.

he spins you, sudden, his hands rough at your hips, and presses you against the glass, cold against your back. his mouth crashes into yours, his tongue demanding, his whole body crowding you, pinning you. he lifts you, your legs wrapping his waist automatically, and drives into you, deep, hard, his head falling back, a sound breaking from him that's almost animal.

"fuck," he gasps, his hips stuttering, his grip on your thighs bruising. "fuck, love, you feel-"

he can't finish. he starts moving, his thrusts desperate, uncontrolled, his eyes finding yours in the mirror

"watch," he commands, his voice breaking, his hand gripping your jaw, turning you to the glass. "watch me fuck you."

you watch him take you, his hips snapping, his muscles taut, his face twisted with pleasure so intense it looks like agony. his hand slides down, finding your clit, rubbing rough, and you're cumming before you can warn him, your cry swallowed by his mouth, your body shaking around him.

he follows, his whole body shuddering, his cock pulsing, his groan lost against your shoulder. but he doesn't soften. the aphrodisiac hasn't faded, you can feel it, him still hard inside you, his hips still rolling, seeking more.

"again," he whispers, his voice wrecked, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror, still hungry. "need you again. need-"

"okay," you breathe.

he carries you to the bed, his hands under your thighs, his mouth at your throat, his cock still buried in you, moving with every step, shallow thrusts that make you gasp, make you cling to his shoulders. he drops you onto the mattress, follows you down, his weight pressing you into the sheets, his hips finding their rhythm again, deeper now, harder.

"look at me," he demands, his hand fisting in your hair, pulling your head back, exposing your throat. his mouth finds the arch of your neck, his teeth scraping, his tongue soothing, his thrusts becoming punishing, the bed frame creaking beneath you.

"so fucking wet," he growls against your skin, his free hand sliding between your bodies, feeling where you're joined, spreading your wetness up to your clit, circling, pressing. "soaked for me. always so ready. such a good girl, taking me like this, letting me use you-"

"yes," you gasp, your hips meeting his, your nails digging into his back, his shoulders, anywhere you can reach. "yes, use me, please, i want-"

"what?" he snaps, his hips stuttering, his control fraying. "what do you want? tell me. say it."

"you," you cry out, your vision blurring at the edges, the pleasure building, coiling. "just you, always you, please, please-"

he groans, his forehead dropping to yours, his thrusts losing rhythm, becoming erratic, deep, brutal. "cum for me, love. cum on my cock. let me feel you-"

you do, your release ripping through you, your cry ragged, your body arching off the bed. he follows, his cock pulsing, his groan breaking against your mouth, his whole body shuddering, collapsing onto you, his breathing ragged against your neck.

but he doesn't soften. still hard.

"can't," he mumbles, his face pressed to your shoulder, his hips still moving, shallow, automatic, his need unrelenting. "can't stop. i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i can't-"

"shh," you whisper, your hands finding his hair, stroking, grounding. "don't stop. i'm here. take what you need."

he rolls you, sudden, his hands rough at your hips, and pulls you on top of him, his cock sliding deeper at the new angle, making you cry out, your hands bracing on his chest. his eyes are glazed, his pupils blown, his hair dark with sweat, his lips swollen from biting them.

"ride me," he commands, his voice hoarse, his hands gripping your waist, guiding your movements. "fuck yourself on me, love. use me. take what you need."

you start moving, your hips rolling, your hands sliding up to your own breasts, your thumbs brushing your nipples. his eyes track the movement, his mouth falling open, his grip tightening on your waist.

"beautiful," he breathes, his voice breaking. "so fucking beautiful. look at you. look at you taking your pleasure. greedy little thing, using my cock, making me watch-"

you speed up, your thighs burning, your clit grinding against him with every roll of your hips, the pleasure building again, impossibly, relentlessly. his hands slide up your back, pulling you down, his mouth finding your breasts, his tongue circling, sucking, his teeth grazing.

"gonna cum again," he warns, his voice muffled against your skin, his hips bucking up into you, meeting your movements, deepening the thrusts. "can't hold it, love, you're too fucking good, too tight, too perfect-"

"me too," you gasp, your fingers finding his hair, pulling, grounding.

he cums, his cock pulsing, his groan breaking, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist, holding you close, holding you together. you follow, your release washing over you in waves, your cry breaking against his shoulder, your body shaking, your vision whiting out.

but he's still hard. still trembling beneath you, his hips still rolling, seeking more, his need unrelenting, the aphrodisiac burning through him, relentless.

"again," he whispers, his voice wrecked, his eyes meeting yours, desperate, apologetic, hungry. "please. i need- i need-"

"shh," you whisper, your hands framing his face, your thumbs brushing his tears, his sweat. "i know. i know. i've got you."

he pulls out, makeing you whine. he chuckles, turning you, gentle now, his hands shaking, his movements becoming careful despite the fire in his blood. he positions you on your hands and knees, his hand sliding down your spine, his touch reverent, his cock pressing against your entrance, teasing, seeking permission even now.

"yes," you whisper, your voice hoarse, your body aching, your heart breaking for him, for this. "yes, please, i want you."

he slides in, slow, too slow, his groan breaking, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, his whole body shaking with the effort of control. his hands find your hips, his grip bruising, his thrusts starting deep, measured, his breathing ragged against your back.

"so good," he mumbles, his voice barely coherent, his words slurring, the aphrodisiac burning through his mind, leaving only need, only you. "so good, love, so warm, so perfect, my perfect girl, my good girl, letting me, letting me-"

"yes," you gasp, your arms trembling, your face pressed to the mattress, your hips pushing back to meet him, to take him deeper. "yes i'm yours, fuckme, please"

he loses it, then, his control snapping, his thrusts becoming wild, uncontrolled, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, his cock pounding into you, his groans breaking, animal, desperate.

"can't," he's gasping, his voice breaking, his thrusts stuttering, his whole body shuddering. "can't stop, love, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i love you, i love you so much, i'm sorry-"

"don't," you cry out, your own release building, your fingers fisting in the sheets, your body shaking. "feel so good..fuck.. dont stop"

he does, his cock pulsing, his cry breaking, his whole body collapsing over you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his breathing ragged, his heart hammering against your spine.

but he's still hard.

"one more," he whispers, his voice barely there, his lips brushing your shoulder, your spine, anywhere he can reach. "one more, love, please, i need- i need to feel you"

he pulls you up, gentle, his hands shaking, his movements slow, reverent. he positions you on your back, your legs wrapping his waist, his cock sliding home with a groan that sounds like prayer, like breaking, like love.

he doesn't thrust. he stays there, buried deep, his forehead pressed to yours, his breathing ragged, his whole body trembling.

"look at me," he whispers, his voice barely there, his eyes finding yours, glassy, blown, exhausted, infinite. "stay with me, love. ."

you whisper, your hands framing his face, your thumbs brushing his tears, his sweat. "i'm here. i'm not going anywhere."

he starts moving, slowly, his thrusts deep, measured, his whole body pressed to yours, skin to skin, his heart hammering against your chest. his mouth finds yours, his kiss soft, reverent, his tongue sliding against yours, his groans swallowed by your lips.

"love you," he mumbles, his voice breaking, his thrusts staying slow, deliberate, his hands sliding under your back, holding you close, holding you together. "love you so much, so much, you're everything, you're my everything, i'd be lost without you, love,-"

"i know," you whisper, your own tears falling, your body aching, your heart full to breaking. "i know. i'm here. i got you."

he speeds up, incrementally, his thrusts becoming deeper, his grip tightening, his breathing ragged. his hand slides between your bodies, finding your clit, his thumb circling, pressing, his eyes locked on yours, watching,

"cum with me," he begs, his voice breaking, his thrusts becoming erratic, his control finaly shattering. "one more time, love, one last time, let me feel you, let me-"

you do, your release washing over you your cry breaking, your body shaking around him, your vision whiting out. he follows, his final release pulsing deep, his groan breaking, his whole body collapsing onto you, his breathing. his cock softening(finally?), the fever breaking, the aphrodisiac burning out.

he stays there, his face buried in your neck, his arms around your waist,

"love you," he mumbles, his voice barely there, his body limp, exhausted, yours. "love you, love you, love you-"

"i know," you whisper, your hands stroking his hair. "love you too"

you'd always been a pain in his arse.

too mouthy. too stubborn. too damn fearless for your own good. you had a habit of looking danger dead in the eye like it was daring you first, and somehow that infuriated him almost as much as it fascinated him.

maybe that's why he kept coming back.

it was your birthday. one night out, that was all you'd asked for,

so he'd let you drag him into a club packed wall to wall with sweaty strangers and music loud enough to rattle his skull. you disappeared into the crowd with a grin that made refusing you impossible, dancing like no one was watching.

he watched anyway.

he always did.

by the time you wandered over to the bar for another drink, your cheeks were warm from alcohol and laughter. some stranger noticed before he could.

the man sidled up with an easy smile, leaning far too close, his eyes dragging over you like he was already imagining the rest of the night. you tried to brush him off with polite disinterest.

he didn't take the hint.

then he put a hand on you.

he was moving before he'd even thought about it.

"she's not interested, mate."

his voice cut through the music like a knife.

the idiot swung first. big mistake.

one punch was all it took before the man was on the sticky club floor, groaning while security rushed over to sort out the rest.

your only response was a snort. "you done playing hero?"

"you done attracting dickheads?" he grumbled.

you laughed.

he tried not to smile.

the ride home was quieter.

you sat behind him on the motorbike, arms wrapped loosely around his waist while the cold night air stole away the heat lingering in your skin. every now and then he felt your helmet bump lightly against his shoulder whenever you looked around at the empty roads.

he didn't mind.

when the fuel light blinked on, he pulled into a lonely petrol station.

"i'll be a minute."

you disappeared inside while he filled the tank.

when you came back out, a bottle of water dangling from your fingers, you stopped beside him without saying a word.

he glanced over. "what?"

you ignored him completely.

instead, you dug through your bag until you found your lipstick. tilting your head, you leaned toward him, studying your reflection in the dark sheen of his visor.

"...hold still."

he blinked. "you serious?"

"mhm."

as though it were the most natural thing in the world, you twisted the tube, carefully fixing the smudged colour across your lips using his visor as a mirror.

his hand twitched at his side.

"you know," he muttered, voice rough beneath the mask, "most people use an actual mirror."

"and most people don't have like a six foot something personal compact standing in front of them."

"...personal compact."

"it's multifunctional."

he let out the quietest huff of amusement.

the corner of your mouth curled as you clicked the lipstick shut. "there."

you admired your work one last time in the reflection before patting his chest.

you're at the mall because he needed a new watch strap, something about his old one fraying at the edges. you came along because it was saturday and you had nowhere else to be, wearing that blue dress he likes, the one that ends just past your knees, swishing when you walk. no panties underneath.

now he's pulling you into the family restroom on the third floor, the fancy one with the marble countertops and the soft lighting that makes everything look expensive. the door locks with a satisfying click and he spins you around immediately, pushing your face against the cool marble, your palms flat against the spotless surface.

"been thinking about this all day," he growls against your ear, his hand shoving your dress up to your waist. "thinking about how easy you'd be to take. how much you need me to ruin you."

you hear his belt clink, the zipper, and then he's pressing against your ass, hard and hot, no patience left.

"ask me," he demands, gripping your hair, pulling your head back just enough to hurt. "ask me to fuck you"

"please," you gasp, "please, i want it," and he spits in his hand, works you open with rough fingers, then slams into you, no warning, stretching you around him, burning so perfect you see stars.

you cry out, loud, and he clamps his hand over your mouth, his other hand gripping your hip, bruising.

"quiet," he snarls, but he's already moving, brutal, punishing strokes that shove you against the marble with every thrust. "you wanted this. walking around with no panties. teasing me. now you take it in your ass like a good girl."

the sound of your bodies is filthy, wet and loud, echoing off the walls. the faucet drips steady, ignored, and you feel every inch of him, relentless, hitting deep, his fingers digging into your hip hard enough to leave marks.

"so fucking tight," he groans against your neck. "love how you take it. love how you open up for me. gonna fill your ass first, yeah? gonna watch it drip out of you."

you nod, shaking, and he speeds up, loses rhythm, becomes pure need and friction. his hand leaves your mouth, slides around to your throat, holding you there.

"gonna cum in your ass," he breathes, ragged. "then i'm gonna fuck your pussy and fill that too. want you dripping from both holes. want you wrecked."

you whine and he snarls, his thrusts getting messier, desperate, the slap of skin against skin filling the room.

he gasps, burying himself to the hilt, pulsing. "fuck, take it-"

he floods your ass, hot and endless, groaning long and wrecked against your shoulder, and he stays there, throbbing, his hand still on your throat. when he pulls out slow, you feel it spill out, warm and thick, down your thighs, obscene.

he doesn't give you time to recover. spins you around, lifts you onto the marble countertop, cold against your bare ass, and pushes into your pussy in one brutal thrust, still hard, still desperate.

"again" he growls, watching your mouth falling open. "gonna fuck you again"

he moves faster, deeper, his hands gripping your knees, spreading you wide for him. the mirror behind you shows everything, your dress bunched, your bra visible, his jeans around his thighs, his face dark and focused.

"look at you," he breathes, ragged. "taking me twice. so fucking greedy. gonna fill this pussy too, yeah? gonna watch it all spill out. my cum from both holes mixing on this counter."

you're shaking, oversensitive, and he doesn't slow, fucks you through it, relentless, until you're gasping, clenching around him, and he groans, feeling it.

"there," he snarls, "cum on my cock, let me feel it," and you break, pulsing, crying out, and he follows, burying himself deep, flooding you again, his groan torn and wrecked.

he stays there, breathing hard, his forehead against yours, and when he pulls out, you feel both spills, warm and thick, dripping down you, onto the marble, filthy.

he watches it happen, dark-eyed, fascinated, and he pushes two fingers back into your pussy, slow, gathering some, spreads it against your thigh.

"look at you," he murmurs, satisfied, cruel. "ruined. dripping from both holes. gonna have to walk out of here with my cum sliding down your legs."

he cleans you slow with the paper towels, his eyes still dark, and you sit there shaking, your dress still bunched at your waist, your throat marked from his hand, your hips bruised from his grip. he helps you off the counter when he's done.

"hey," he says, soft, stopping close, too close, the way he does.

"hey," you answer looking up, towel forgotten, your hands still, your chest tightening in the way it does, still, always.

he crouches down to your level, leans in. his mouth hovering over your lips, his breath warm and smeling faintly of the strawberries from earlier. you close your eyes, waiting.

nothing.

you open one eye. he's there, close, his lips curved, his eyes bright, watching you watch him. his height something you notice only in moments like this, when he crowds you, when he leans down to reach you, when he makes himself your size, your space, your match.

"seriously?" you ask, unamused.

"what?" innocent, his mouth still hovering.

"you're doing the thing."

"what thing?"

"the thing where you don't kiss me."

"this?" he asks, leaning closer, his mouth almost touching his breath mingling with yours, his smile against your lips without pressing. "this isn't not kissing you. this is almost kissing you. different."

"it's annoying," you say, your hands finding his waist, his shirt, your fingers curling, pulling.

"you're annoyed," he agrees, his hands sliding to your hips, gentle, certain, his thumbs stroking.

"very."

"should stop?"

"...yes"

he doesn't. he stays, close, his mouth a whisper from yours, his eyes open, watching, his smile small, private, his joy in this, in you, in ordinary evening light, in towels unfolded, in almost.

"you're smiling," he observes, his voice low, pleased.

"am not."

"are."

"shut up."

"make me," he breathes, his lips brushing yours, still teasing

you close the distance yourself, your mouth finding his, soft, brief, pulling back before he responds, your own smile forming, small, smug, matching.

his eyes widen, his laugh breaking, surprised. his hands tightening, his forehead dropping to yours. his eyes close.

"cheater," he murmurs, fondly, his nose brushing yours, his mouth finding yours again, his kiss deep, slow, his hands sliding up your back.

"learnt from the best," you whisper against his lips, your arms around his neck, your fingers in his hair.

he hums, content, his mouth moving slow, unhurried, his hands stroking your back, your waist, his thumb tracing your hip bone, idle, present, his.

when he pulls back, his eyes soft, his smile small, his forehead resting against yours.

"love you," he says, simple, certain, his voice low, his hands still.

"love you more," you answer, automatic, old, true.

"impossible," he breathes, his lips pressing to your temple, your cheek, your jaw, your throat.

mdni 18 + content.

he pulls you onto his lap, your knees bracketing his hips, your hands finding his shoulders for balance. he's already hard, straining against his sweatpants, and when you settle against him he groans, low, his grip tightening on your waist.

"right there," he breathes, forehead pressed to yours. "just like that."

he rocks you forward, then back, guiding the rhythm. the friction builds slow, deliberate, his eyes fixed on yours, watching every gasp, every flutter of your lashes. you grind down, seeking more pressure, and he rewards you with a sharper thrust up, meeting you halfway.

"feel how much i want you?" he asks, voice rough, broken. his hands slide to your hips, holding you still, and he takes over. snaps his hips up, grinding you down against him, the seam of his sweatpants hitting exactly where you need.

"look at me," he demands, and you do. his eyes are dark, blownwide, fixed on your face as he moves. "stay with me."

the couch creaks beneath you. his mouth finds your jaw, sucks hard enough to mark, and you moan, nails digging into his shoulders.

"more," you whisper, and he laughs.

"greedy," he says, but he gives it. his movemnets get rougher, less controlled, his grip bruising. you feel the vibration of his groan against your skin when you cum, trembling, and he doesn't stop, keeps grinding you through it, until you're shaking, crying out, and he cums, gasping, his forehead dropped to your shoulder.

he holds you there, breathing hard, his hand spread across your lower back, keeping you close.

"again?" he asks, already shifting beneath you.