#🍰 ongoing | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

placeinthemiddleofnowhere · 2 years

Text

Bring me a dream

Part 4: Peanut Butter Brownie

Status: Ongoing

Masterlist

Pairing: The Corinthian x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, smut, horror elements, manipulation, oral f! recieving, PinV, dirty talk, corruption kink (Corinthian) , shy inexpereinced reader

A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry this took so long to come out, I've had a really busy few weeks and have also come down with a bug that's going round so I've been a bit delayed. Thank you all for sticking with me though and for seinding me lovely mesages about the series, your encouragment is keeping the series going ✨

Also just a PSA there was an interlude chapter called "Cupcake" just before this one that you can find in the masterlist up top, just in case you haven't read it yet!

-🍰-

“So, what do you think? Chocolate brownies or Vanilla cupcakes?”

“Do I have to choose?” Corinthian asks, taking a leisurely step toward forward.

He has a hand in his jacket pocket and his other arm looped around yours as you stroll through the farmers market like an old couple. There’s a slight breeze tickling at your faces and tinging his nose rosy, but the sun is still shining high in the sky and it’s an otherwise perfect day for buying fresh produce.

The wooden stalls are brimming with ripe vegetables and jams and chocolate and smiling faces that are all too eager to have prospective buyers. There’s bright banners everywhere and the smell of organic coffee and fresh fruit is washing over you like a cosy blanket. It was one of your favourite parts of the human world, but that day you were particularly excited to have company with you.

“I think we should have brownies,” you declared. “There’s this amazing homemade peanut butter stall just down that way and I think that it would go amazing with this recipe that I have!”

“Well, I’m up for anything as long as you’ve made it, sugar,” He hums, staring down at you with a warm smile.

“Am I like some kind of drug dealer to you now that you get these visions?” you teased.

He put his hand to his chest feigning shock, then proceeded to grin widely.

“Everything you make is just so good,” he moaned, slowing his pace. “Those lemon squares you made last week made me feel like I was walking in a meadow. I swear I could actually smell the flowers like they were right under my nose.”

Watching him brought a smile out onto your face as you saw him get so taken in by the memory. His brow was scrunched in concentration and you couldn’t help but think it was cute. You bit your lip at the thought and shook your head, it was almost laughable how much things had changed between you both. You were baking for the man you used to think you’d rather poison than willingly go out with.

Over the last few months that you’d spent getting to know each other you’d changed your opinion on him drastically. You no longer saw him as a threat, not unless you thought too hard on little habits of his that he occasionally let slip, but those were few and far between. Most of the time it just meant that he’d compliment your eyes, but with enough glaring he was slowly learning not to focus his attentions on them.

“I’m glad that you saw the meadow! Lemons always make me think of warm spring days walking in parks,” you mused. “But I guess you saw that didn’t you?”

“Mmm, and they taste so good when you bake with them too,” he grinned. “And that’s why there’s an ulterior motive to this trip today.”

You frowned, tilting your head toward him. An ulterior motive? You’d assumed any ulterior motives had passed by now. You hadn’t worried he was going to turn around and try something on you in a while.

“And what’s this motive then?” you asked, feeling yourself tense at the thought of him hiding something.

“I want to cook for you tonight,” he said. “At my place.”

“You want to cook for me?” you repeated, your body untensing as you said it.

“Yes. If you’ll let me?”

You looked over his earnest face and pursed your lips, considering the offer for a moment. Despite having met up numerous times, you’d both avoided breaching the others home. Of course, you’d pretty much banned him from being around Casey from the start and you’d been apprehensive to go somewhere alone with you lest he try and do something to you.

Though that was all in the past now, you thought to yourself. The Corinthian that you knew wouldn’t be capable of doing anything sinister to you. The Corinthian you knew was the man nervously tilting his head at you and looking down with a worried grimace. He wasn't the unstoppable blood thirsty killer you’d originally thought him to be. So, you wondered, what would the harm be in indulging him? Especially if it was at his place.

“That sounds nice!” you grinned, feeling your heart flutter. “What are we having?”

“Well, I don’t have many recipes in my repertoire, but I figure after all my years here I can make you the best beef ragu you’ll ever have.”

“Beef ragu? Really?” you asked dubiously.

That wasn't what you’d expected to say the least. Though you weren’t sure what you were expecting. What was the regular cuisine for a nightmare that had been on earth for over a century?

“Sure, everything from scratch. A proper dinner.”

You found yourself grinning widely as you pictured the prospect of a cooking Corinthian. It still shocked you to even think about him eating regular food, nevermind cooking it. The idea of him in an apron donning oven gloves was enough to make you snort. He certainly wasn’t the getting his hands dirty type, that much you’d gathered from all your time with him.

“Well I’m excited to try this ‘proper dinner’,” you said, resuming your walk along the stalls once more. “And see your place as well.”

“Why’re you excited to see my place?” he chuckled. “What are you expecting?”

“Honestly? If you’d asked before I’d have said it’d be covered in cobwebs and people chained to the walls,” you snorted, playfully giving him a nudge.

“People chained to the walls?” he grinned, tilting his head. “How kinky do you think I am, sugar?”

The question immediately brought your skin to the boil and had you looking away in embarrassment. Your original thought hadn’t been anything so dirty. You’d figured he’d have people tied up for the slaughter, but now all you could think about was the Corinthian presiding over some kind of sex dungeon and that prospect was almost scarier to you. To someone so inexperienced. Oh gods.

“What are you thinking? Did you get yourself all flustered, sweet thing?” he teased.

“No! I’m not- I- I was just thinking we should get some-some ingredients now, what do you think?” You squeaked, losing all grasp of any language.

“Mhmm, I’m sure that’s what you were thinking,” he said, nodding his head along.

“Yes! It was!”

“Because, you’re such a little innocent thing, aren’t you?” he hummed, running his hand along your jaw. “Your head wouldn’t be filled with anything naughty right now, would it?”

You bit down on your lip hard, surprised that you weren’t drawing blood. Not so shockingly, the Corinthian speaking to you in that deep timbre of his wasn’t helping the lewd images that were flooding through your head. You could practically imagine him in some kind of mansion house already, hand outstretched and inviting you into the king sized bed that you were sure he’d have, ravishing you like there was no tomorrow.

No! You had to snap out of your thoughts. It was wrong to think of him like that when he was standing right in front you. Rude, even, you’d thought to yourself.

So you shook yourself out of it and swallowed thickly, forcing yourself to think of everything that you needed to get for your recipe instead. Though, you couldn’t help the shiver that was still racing through your body, and as much as you tried to tell yourself it was the breeze, you knew for a fact that the real cause was the man standing in front of you. The one watching you with that calculating gaze of his.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, forcing yourself to grit out anything other than ‘take me back to your place right now.

You felt like you weren’t ready for whatever it was that he’d give you. Despite being a better man than you’d given him credit for, you were still scared of giving him too much trust. He'd have to put all the leftover depravity somewhere, and the thought of him ravishing you was almost too much. Even his ever increasingly desperate kisses were a lot to handle sometimes.

Although, it wasn’t like you weren’t getting used to them…even desiring them more every time.

“Uh huh. Well, we’ll certainly see what you’re really thinking later, won’t we?”

“And why’s that?” you challenged.

“You’re going to be baking later with that flustered little mind…” he said slowly, letting you figure out exactly what that meant.

That was enough to make your body stiffen like peanut brittle. You had to clean your head of all these thoughts that you were having quickly, or he’d no doubt picture exactly what you were picturing. And then what would you do? What would he think? Would he think it was cute, or would he laugh at how inexperienced you were?

“Ok! Well, I think since we’re both going to be cooking different things we should definitely split up and go get those ingredients separately,” you sputtered, taking a deliberate step back from him.

Even just being near him felt like you were a planet in his orbit, coming dangerously close to crashing, to giving in to all those scary desires that were plaguing your mind. Oh, why had you waited to come to earth for so long? Why did dream have to leave you to figure all this out on your own? Gods damn it, why were you so inexperienced!

“Ok then,” Corinthian snickered. “We can meet back here when we’re both done and I’ll drive us back to my kinky torture palace.”

As usual, you were sure he was winking under those glasses of his. You sighed a deep breath and watched as he walked away, coat swishing behind him, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. It left you to stew in your thoughts and stand there looking like an idiot, but at least you were given the opportunity to recover. To think clearly.

Now that your head wasn’t filled with thoughts like thick honey, you decided that the best course of action was to focus on your brownies and all the other kinds of things that baking made you think of.

Certainly not running your hands through The Corinthian’s soft blonde hair, no, you liked to think of lying on a big squishy couch surrounded by fluffy pillows. You wouldn’t usually consider feeling The Corinthian’s lips on your neck and finally knowing what it's like to have more than just his gentle breaths caressing you there. Nope. You would think of the fireplace gently burning away while you basked in the gentle warmth and would fall into a fitful rest with a head full of fuzz.

You definitely had a head full of fuzz at least.

You tutted to yourself and eventually, after lazily walking your way down the line of stalls you found the one you were looking for. Though, it wasn’t the usual endearingly homely man that was there to serve you, no this vendor was different. There was something familiar about him, but you couldn’t say why, you weren’t sure that he’d ever served you before.

“Hi there, Miss! Can I tempt you into buying anything today?” he called out.

You snapped out of your thoughts and smiled at him, before gazing along the rows of peanut butter jars that were neatly stacked along the counter. This was the best peanut butter you’d encountered on all your days on earth, it was the perfect consistency and always went well in everything that you made. You couldn’t deny that you were excited to sneak a few spoonfuls of it as you baked.

“Yes! Can I please have a jar of the smooth peanut butter?”

“Of course! Are you making something with it?” The man asked.

You smiled and nodded, distracted as you watched him look carefully around the jars. It was as if he wasn’t sure what to give you. He must be new then, you thought. He was a tall man, much bigger than you, with scraggly dark hair and sharp features, with a scar across his nose. His beady eyes were obscured from your view as a long strand of hair dripped down his face.

Eventually he picked up one of the blue topped jars and put it into a brown paper bag, flicking his bright copper eyes up to you when you dug out some money from your purse. Those eyes weren’t natural, you thought to yourself.

“Oh don’t worry about that, it’s on the house,” he grinned.

You tilted your head, taking in his sharp toothy smile and frowning. Free? Surely he couldn’t just decide to do things like that if he just got the job? As you’d learned on your short time on earth as well, it was rare that anything actually came free. Everything had its price.

“Oh, I couldn’t just take it! I’d feel so bad,” you said finally, trying to hand him your worn ten in your hand.

“I insist,” the man replied, placing the bag down on the counter. “I can’t accept money from someone like you!”

“Someone like me?” You frowned.

The man paused for a second, raking his eyes over you for a brief moment before waving his hand in the air noncommittally.

“A loyal customer,” he shrugged.

“Oh…Did George tell you about me?”

“Yes, of course! Said you usually stop by here.”

You bit your lip and reached out for the bag, letting your hand linger on the rough handle for a second before shrugging to yourself. It made sense to you that the new start would be told about a regular, you supposed. Plus, you figured if you took the bag quickly, you could get away faster. You could escape his eyes that had the same effect as old paintings that seemed to follow your every move.

“Oh, well thank you so much! That’s so kind of you,” you breathed out. “Make sure to give George my thanks as well!”

“Of course, miss.

As soon as you were away from his intense gaze you breathed out a sigh of relief and looked around you at the distracted people walking past. The sun was still bright as ever and everyone was carefree. Sure, that guy was a little odd, but then there were a lot of ‘characters’ that appeared around the market. And so, with that in mind, you decided to put it out of your head.

There were much more pressing matters to think about anyway. Like buying the rest of your brownie ingredients and what you were going to do when you got to Cornithians house…

-🍰-

So Corinthian’s place was not at all like what you’d imagined. It wasn’t an old creepy mansion out on the outskirts of town, neither was it a luxury hotel penthouse or a warehouse that he’d been squatting in. No, the Corinthian lived in a lush modern apartment by the park that was decorated in a very minimalist styling.

You’d driven on the Corinthians open top “wind machine” - as you’d called his car - and been taken up to a brightly lit elevator that looked straight out of a fancy chick flick, with its all gold buttons and illuminated ceiling.

Soon enough you were led through a white door and into a simple dark wooden floored hallway past a big mirror and into a spacious lounge. It was host to a large slate grey couch bathed in light from the huge windows facing toward the sun and decorated in a few textured cushions that looked soft to the touch. There was a fluffy white rug in the centre, laying over the dark wood panelling with a glossy black table on top. And just beyond that there was a modern kitchen, all marble and glossy wood, matching the rest of the show home standard that you’d seen already.

It was the kind of place you saw in magazines, stylish and chic. If not a little cold. You looked around with wide eyes, taking in the expensive furniture and looking for any sign of imperfection only to realise that there wasn’t any. The place was spotless, as if the Corinthian had barely been there for a few days. Almost like an unused set that he was trying to impress you with.

“I’m assuming this wasn’t what you pictured then?” He murmured, looking over at your confused expression.

“I just- I guess I expected you to have…I dunno, more stuff?”

“More stuff?” he repeated, tilting his head.

“Yeah. Well, you’ve been on earth a long time right? Don’t you have any keepsakes or- or art or something?”

A smile bloomed across his features and he soon nodded his head and put his coat up on a dark metal rack that stood solidly by the door. Everything in its place, you thought. He returned to your side and took the bags in your hands, sticking them on the dark kitchen counters before returning to you and taking you past a dark wooden dining table and over to a black leather chest that sat in the corner next to an expensive looking record player.

“I don’t like to weigh myself down with worldly possessions, I’m not usually one to stay in one place for very long afterall,” he reminded you, making you gulp as you remembered exactly why the reason for that was. “Though, I do keep a trunk of clothes and well…these. Whatever fits into the car.”

He puts his hands on the chunky metal clasps at the top of the box and after loudly clicking them up, he reveals a rather substantial record collection. There’s a ton of records stacked tightly into the box, all in varying conditions. Some of them looked rather old and like they’d been pulled out and put back several times, but others looked pristine and new.

“Can I look?” you asked, eager to see what kind of music he listened to.

“Of course, sugar. Just try to be careful, some of them are pretty old. They’re mostly first pressings,” he said nonchalantly.

You felt your brows shoot up and all of a sudden you were oh so aware of how coveted some of those records would be. After a few seconds you tentatively reached in and started to slowly draw out the sleeves, smiling as you mapped out the Corinthians music tastes. He had a whole century worth of classics, ranging from Chuck Berry, Marvin Gaye and Elvis and all the way up to The Clash, Pink Floyd, and Metallica. It was when you pulled out a heavily scribbled on version of Rumours that you finally let out a squeak of surprise.

“Did you meet Fleetwood Mac!” You called out, looking over to the kitchen.

He was standing with his jumper sleeves pulled up, sprinkling flour on his counters, presumably making pasta. Your question brought a smug grin to his lips and he looked up from the mess he was making.

“Oh I did a lot more than just meet them.”

“Wait…do you mean you-”

“Spent a very interesting evening with them,” he shrugged.

You returned the record to the box and hurried your way over to the kitchen, the need to interrogate him overpowering you. You’d spent countless hours pouring over The Corinthian’s experiences on earth, but this was certainly a lot juicier than other things he’d told you. This was Fleetwood Mac for crying out loud.

“And when you say interesting…?” you prompted, giving him a look.

“What? You expect me to kiss and tell, sugar?” he smiled, reaching out and bopping your nose, covering you in flour.

“Hey!”

You hastily rubbed the flour off of your nose and glared at him, watching as he was about to go back to his task. You bit your lip and tried to quickly go for the bag that was sitting just to his left side, but unfortunately you weren’t quick enough to grab it. Corinthian got you first.

“Predictable little dream.”

You gasped as he pinned you face first into the counter, looking down at the floury mess he’d made while you were pressed between the hard marble and his warm body. His bare arms were either side of you and his breath was fanning ever presently against your neck. In just a moment he had managed to trap you in his hold, all encompassing and unrelenting.

“Corinthian!” you squeaked, feeling yourself getting hot and flustered again.

“Yes, sweet thing?” He replied, cooly as ever.

“What are you doing?”

“Well you were going to do something naughty with that flour, so I figured I’d stop you,” he said breathily, kissing the spot just behind your ear.

“Corinthian,” you moaned, not quite sure what you were moaning for.

Did you want him to let you go? Or did you want him to keep going?

His feathery breaths felt good against your neck, it brought your arms out into pleasurable little tingles and raised goosebumps. You were losing your breath. Oh god. You knew what you wanted. You were finally sure of what you wanted.

“What do you want, sugar?”

“You,” you whimpered.

“Mm? That so?” He murmured lowly.

The flesh of your neck was buzzing like crazy. Every little movement he made against your skin felt like it was feeding the flames of the fire inside of you. His lips were roaming your neck greedily and with every brush of his skin in yours the will to push him away faded and was replaced with an urge far more powerful.

“I’m glad you’re willing to admit it now. Things’ll go a lot smoother that way.”

You frowned when you felt him pull away and whipped around faster than you’d ever moved in your life. You’d practically moved faster than light, and only to turn and face the most smug look Corinthian had ever given you. That bastard!

There weren’t enough curse words in your entire vocabulary that would cover what you were thinking then.

“What was that?” you fumed.

“That, my sweet dream, was me getting you to finally admit that you want to fuck me.”

He was smiling away to himself, leaning his side on the counter and folding his arms. If you were in a better mood you’d be willing to admit he could be in some fancy cooking advert with the way he looked standing in his kitchen - but you weren’t. In fact, you were ready to turn tail and run out the door so you could howl out your frustration.

“I suppose I must’ve had a moment of madness,” you mumbled bitterly.

“Oh come on now. You can’t really be that angry with me,” he chuckled.

“Apparently I can be.”

“Aw, sugar. I didn’t realise you’d be so averse to some harmless teasing. Such a delicate thing, aren’t you?”

He was still laughing even as he tried to muster as much sympathy as he could in his voice. Though, apparently that wasn’t very much. You grumbled and just as you were about to turn away from him, he caught you in his arms and spun you around again.

In the dim light you could vaguely see your reflection in his shades, could see an impression of your widened eyes when his arm curled around you. Despite not looking particularly buff, he was strong, strong enough to keep you in place with one arm while the other stroked up your face.

You swore if this was another trick you really would leave.

“What are you doing now?” you pouted.

“I want you to know that I want you as well,” he explained quietly. “But we need to go slow tonight. You’re such an innocent thing, sex should be special for you.”

You searched his expression for any sign of incenserity, but whatever you were looking for you couldnt find it. He was being real with you. His hand didn’t waver as he continued to cup your cheek, and his jaw was clenching ever so slightly as he seemed to be restraining himself from trying to make any further moves.

“Well, if that’s the case then I’d rather you didn’t tease me like that,” you frowned.

“Ok, I promise. No more teasing,” he relented, kissing your cheek. “I’m just not used to having you somewhere so private. I’ve got you here all to myself and I can finally-.”

“Careful! You’ll end up here all alone if I get any more funny business from you tonight,” you warned, interrupting him before he could lure you in with more promises of things he would withhold for the time being.

“Of course. I’ll be on my best behaviour,” He chuckled, releasing you from his hold, though not before giving you another kiss on the cheek.

“I’m not sure I can trust your version of best behaviour,” you huffed.

“Well, I’m only newly reformed, I can’t help it,” he grinned, giving a signature head tilt. “Why don’t you go put something on the record player, and I’ll try to actually focus on dinner, hm?”

You rolled your eyes, but eventually found yourself retreating back to the corner. However much you wanted The Corinthian to be wrong, you knew that going through the motions of being wined and dined would ease you into the night more. Despite your body being one hundred percent sure that it wanted to be somewhere underneath him, there were still some anxieties in your mind that would be soothed with a touch of alcohol and music.

After picking out a Bowie record, figuring you should go for something a little less sensual, you found yourself shimmying back to the kitchen as the sound of piano and drums filled the room. Now that you had something to distract your chaotic mind, you felt much more at ease. Like you could relax and actually focus on something other the thought of jumping Corinthian’s bones. Not that you were a seasoned enough bones jumper to even know how to make a move like that.

“So, do you cook often?” you asked, easing onto a subject you knew more about.

“Mm, not very much,” he hummed, tending to his tagliatelle diligently. “Until you came along I’d forget to eat most of the time.”

“But it’s the best part of being here!”

“I don’t know about that, sugar. I think that’s pretty subjective,” he grinned.

Of course the only response to that was an eyeroll. You weren’t going to dignify that with asking him what he thought was the best part of being on earth. You were sure that you already knew the answer and it would lead him right back to teasing you.

Instead, you watched him take a rather sharp knife and cut the tagliatelle with precision. His skillful hands cut the strands thick and evenly, like a seasoned chef. Though, you supposed he had good reason to be clever with a knife. Not that that was a thought you wanted to dwell on.

“I just think that it's nice getting to try lots of different foods and find out how everything goes together. It’s like solving a fun puzzle,” you finally said, ignoring his childish smirk.

“I suppose when you put it like that there is a certain charm to it,” he smiled. “You do that a lot actually.”

“Do what?” You asked, wondering what he was talking about.

“You make all the ordinary things about life seem special.”

You felt your cheeks heat up and waited for Corinthian to pick up you getting flustered again, but if he noticed he made no comment. He just continued on with his work, as if he hadn’t said anything at all. Music filled the open plan room and soon enough, you both fell into a comfortable silence, except for when you both hummed along to certain parts of the music, it was the first time you’d ever experienced just being there with him.

It was actually…kind of nice?

-🍰-

Despite your earlier frustrations with the evening, the resulting dinner had been rather pleasant. It had taken a while to cook, but that was alright, you’d both been able to easily occupy yourselves. And, as it turned out, the wait had been worth it because as Corinthian had promised he had actually made the best pasta you’d ever tasted in all your time on earth. The rich meat sauce paired well with the expensive looking wine that Corinthian insisted you both have.

After two glasses you both had a nice buzz and halfway through the second you’d even managed to weasel his Fleetwood Mac story out of him. Despite being dubious about his coke fueled threesome, you’d both laughed too hard about it to question it further. That was what most of the dinner had been like, you’d talked the rest of the daylight away. All that was left was the silvery moonlight and the pillar candle Corinthian had lit battling it out to bathe the space in what little light they could give.

“Why don’t we move over to the couch, hm? Get a little comfier,” Corinthian finally said, sitting up in his chair.

“Should I take the wine with me?” you asked, stretching as you rose from your chair.

You had a comfortable ache in your shoulders, the kind that lingered after being at the dinner table for too long, the kind that went away when you’d finally sink into a couch and relax for the night. You were excited to feel the plush cushions beneath you, taking those little knots away and lulling you into an even softer state as Depeche Mode crackled on in the background.

“Are you trying to get us drunk, little dream?” Corinthian smiled, standing up to meet your gaze.

“Drunk? I didn’t realise The Corinthian was a lightweight,” you smirked.

He bit his lip and looked at you for a measured second, but eventually he waved a hand toward the bottle, gesturing for you to take it over. While you worked on refilling your glasses, you didn’t bother paying attention to what Corinthian was doing. Not until you realised that he was setting a plate of your brownies onto the coffee table, the little clink of the plate being set down may as well have been a death toll.

“Aren’t you full?” you protested weakly.

You’d been so full of different thoughts and emotions when you were baking them that even you had no idea what he’d see when he was trying them. You couldn’t bring yourself to taste the final product after they’d finished baking, because you’d been enjoying his company so much and wanted to shove the anxiety aside. However, now that you were confronted with them again, you were feeling the worries bubble back in your throat.

“I figured now was a perfect time for dessert,” he said, raising a brow. “Do you not want me to have one? If it makes you uncomfortable knowing I’ll see a private thought of yours, we can put them away.”

He wasn’t being his usual smug self. He was being genuine. You knew by the deep quality of his voice that he wasn’t joking with you and if you’d say not to, he wouldn’t take one. Though, despite all the worries that clouded your mind, there was an even greater desire to share with him exactly what you were feeling. Even if you weren’t completely sure yourself. You wanted to show him that you trusted him now, you didn’t want to hold back anymore.

Afterall, that’s what you’d proven to yourself earlier when he’d had you on that kitchen counter.

“Actually…I do want you to try them. Just- Uh - just tell me what you see ok?” You said finally, sitting back on the couch cushions and cuddling your legs.

“Are you sure?” he asked again.

His face was serious, almost as if he were as nervous as you.

“Positive,” you said, giving a small smile.

He gave you a few seconds to rescind your offer, but after you rolled your eyes and told him to take a bite already, he quickly did as he was told. It felt like your breath had been snatched from you when he’d put the treat to his lips. This was it, you’d thought to yourself, he was either going to be presented with something sweet, something nerve riddled or something incredibly steamy. You prayed at least he wouldn’t be presented with something painfully awkward and that you could get on with your evening above all else.

Corinthian’s face stayed neutral at first but then, as usual, his eyebrows started to scrunch and his head was tilting. Normally he’d be filling you with details about what he was witnessing, but instead all you could hear was the soft beats of the music ijn the background as he continued to focus on whatever he was seeing. He remained deeply breathing for a few hushed moments until finally he was falling back into the couch, his head looking fully up at the ceiling and taking in big gulps of air.

It was killing you not getting to know what it was he’d seen. Whatever it was, it had practically incapacitated him.

“Corinthian?” You called out, feeling your stomach fill with dread.

What had he seen? Was it good or was it bad?

“You really think of me like that?” he said quietly, putting a hand over his chest.

Like what? You thought of him in so many different ways, you weren’t sure how he’d meant it. You bit the inside of your cheek and contemplated what he’d seen and felt until finally you couldn’t take the not knowing.

“Describe it for me,” you asked, crossing the distance between you both and clasping the warm hand he held over his chest.

“It was- I…”

This was a first, you had never seen him lost for words before.

“We were together in that club,” he breathed, finally able to find his words. “But not like any way we actually interacted there, it wasn’t a memory…You had your arms around my neck and I was holding you, and the lights were golden, but they felt like this smooth warmth. I felt- my heart felt like it was full. Like there was this static running through me and it felt like the only place I needed to be was there with you…”

“Like the only place you needed to be was there?” you whispered. “Like the light that’s on is only there because we’re there together?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed, falling quiet.

You both spent the next few seconds in shared silence, you were still holding his hand and he remained paralysed on the cushions. The air felt thick with the unspoken connection you’d both made and for a second it felt like you were both falling into your own dreamland, a place you were making all for yourselves.

“I need you to tell me that that’s real…that you want me,” he pleaded, sitting up from his slanted position.

“Of course it's real,” you snorted, feeling your nervous laughter slip from your mouth. “Feelings can’t be lies, its my feelings that put the visions into place, its not the other way around.”

“Well that being the case…Let me show you how I feel about you,” he growled, his voice reaching an even bassier low than you were used to.

When he reached out for you, his need was radiating off of him in thick waves. His grasp on you was feathery, but he was claiming your skin, feeling as much of you as he could and his lips were on yours in seconds, drawing you closer into his warmth. He was being so gentle, but you could tell there was a fire burning underneath the surface, just as there was one igniting in you once more.

“Corinthian, I swear if this is a trick again-” you spoke, trying to dispel the last of your worries.

“No tricks, sugar. I just want to have you,” He sighed. “Truly.”

You took a few steady breaths and for a second, you reconsidered backing out and running for the hills, but it didn’t take long for that instinct to get snuffed out. You wanted him, you wanted more. You had to stop running from your desires and follow a new path. You had both said that you wanted a human and experience and well…this was it.

“I want you too, but I’m- I’m scared,” you relented.

“Scared of what?” he asked, planting a few careful kisses along your jaw.

“What if I do something wrong, or I’m not good, like you might hate-”

“Shh, shh, you don’t need to worry, sweet dream. I’ve got you,” he whispered lowly, stroking the back of your neck. “I’m gonna show you what to do ok? All you have to do is listen to me, ok? I’ve got you.”

With that said, he planted a soft kiss on your forehead and took your hand. He was leading you up from the couch. You gasped, feeling a moment of dizziness when you rose upward, but soon enough you were eagerly following him across the room and through a door that had stayed shut for the duration of your visit.

He pushed it open and took a look back to you, but you were too distracted by what was inside to attempt meeting his gaze. He did indeed have a king sized bed, just as you’d guessed. The room was decorated similar enough to the living room with the exception of a few black and white photography prints that he had adorned the walls with. A clear continuation of the monochrome colour palette that he loved.

“See, sugar? No chains, nothing nefarious,” he grinned. “Just a nice soft bed.”

“I can see that,” you squeaked.

“Mhmm. Why don’t you come sit with me? We can start this slow, ok?”

You didn’t feel capable of speaking without sounding like a little mouse anymore, so instead you resorted to nodding enthusiastically and letting his experienced hand guide you. The soft grey sheets rippled around you and invited you to relax into the bouncy mattress. So far, you were still comfortable. You were still clothed, still not doing anything you hadn’t done before. Though it wasn’t like your thrumming heartbeat and shaking hands seemed to recognise that.

“We can just kiss for a little while. We have all night together, alright?” He mumbled, stroking a hand through your hair and looking deep into your wide eyes. “Remember that you can say stop at any time and we can stop. Even if you just want a break, you can tell me. Will you do that for me?”

You nodded again, but that wasn’t enough. He shook his head and grasped your chin, not allowing you to look away from him.

“Don’t nod. Use your words. I need to know that I won’t hurt you.”

His tone was so serious, you’d never heard him sound so resolute. The curve of his jaw was taught as he clenched it, he was dedicated to making sure that you understood what he expected of you. It only served to make you relax further into the bed as your comfort with him grew.

You didn’t need to fight this. Him. You could trust him now completely.

“You have no idea how badly I want this, Corinthian. I promise if it gets too much I’ll tell you to stop, but I don’t think that’s gonna happen,” you smiled.

You reached out and tangled your hand in his hair, delicately scratching through his golden locks. He then let you take the control for a second, allowed you to kiss along his jaw before you swiped your tongue over his lips - a move you’d learned from him. Though, you weren’t able to take the lead for long.

“You’re learning, sweet thing,” he chuckled. “Make sure you keep payin’ attention.”

You squealed when he grasped your waist and deepened the kiss. His greedy hands were roaming your body and eliciting little chills that ran up your spine. You groaned into his mouth and let your mind run free with excitement, willing him to go further, wanting him to take your clothes off and give you everything he had.

After a few more minutes of sending your mind to the skies with fuzziness, he went further. He ran his hands over your chest and groped at you with a desperate need. Your stomach felt like it was a tightened coil. Like there was something inside of you that was going to snap if he kept up with his attentive touches.

“You sound so pretty already, sugar. Keep moaning like that for me, ok?” Corinthian hummed.

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, you hadn’t even realised you’d been so vocal, though you couldn’t dwell over it for long. Was that your top coming off? Your bra coming undone? You gasped when you felt your clothing drift off to your side and soon enough you could feel the chill of the air hit your back. This was the most exposed that you’d ever been to someone before.

It was thrilling.

He made you feel so precious. He took a break from your mouth and instead kissed down your body, over the curve of your breasts and down to your stomach. It was like a feather was brushing over your body. Though, as you watched him work his way down through steady blinks you couldn’t help but want to even the odds, feeling self conscious that you were the only one missing clothes.

“Can you- take your sweater off,” you asked, biting your lip as he lightly kissed the spot just above the button on your jeans.

“Mhmm. You can have anything you want, sugar, you just need to ask for it,” he sighed.

You giggled, enjoying the breathy way he sounded when he’d obliged your request. Though, it died in your throat the moment he took his shirt off and bared himself to you. He was bathed in dim yellow light and the soft ridges of his muscles looked so perfectly kissable to you as he exposed himself. It was so strange seeing him without anything covering his chest. You were so used to him in all his layers, it felt like a sin looking at him exposed. Seeing that perfect chiselled body that he’d been hiding all that time.

“Careful you don’t bite that lip too hard,” he said, brushing his thumb over your sensitive mouth. “The fun’s just starting, darlin.”

A loud moan sounded out through the room, and it was late before you realised it was your own. Corinthian had resumed his attack on your body and now it seemed to be twice as affected since he’d matched you in taking his clothes off. His soft skin was running against yours, leaving your body shivering with excitement, willing for more. That and the whispered words he murmured in between pecks.

You like that?

Yeah?

Am I making you feel good

It was only a few minutes later that he took off your jeans and underwear and by then you were a mess of electrified nerves. That feeling deep in your core had grown even stronger, was winding tighter inside you and everything in you was directing him to finally touch you down there. Though, now that you were exposed to him there was just one thing that you needed to know before he continued.

You carefully wound your hand into his hair and tugged on it gently, forcing him back up to meet your eyes. His breaths were coming in shallow, he was clearly just as worked up as you were, and when he finally met you face to face he smiled slowly.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah…more than alright,” you grinned nervously. “Just- I um. I wanted to know if I’m…what you expected? Do I look fine to you?”

“Fine?” he repeated, chuckling. “Darlin’, you’re the sweetest thing I ever laid eyes on. You’re beautiful. You’re driving me mad just laying there and looking all pretty like that.”

“Really?” you gasped.

“Mhmm, really,” he moaned, placing another kiss on your thigh. “Can’t wait to eat out this pretty pussy of yours.”

“Corinthian!” you squealed, still not used to the course language.

“Mmm, still such an innocent little dream,” he chuckled, his laugh turning into a low purr. “I can’t wait to change that.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you saying things like that to me,” you laughed, feeling especially warm as you practically felt his eyes grazing up and down your body.

“Mmm, well it won’t stop me trying to corrupt you nonetheless,” he smirked. “Now lie back and let me take care of you. Let me hear those moans.”

You were still reeling from it all being unfamiliar territory, but one thing was for sure, you needed to keep exploring it. No matter how nervous you felt about it, you needed to chase this release that you were searching for. You had to indulge the wet hot fire that was making your body throb with need.

“Oh god!”

The Corinthian licked a stripe up your pussy and suddenly you were racked by sensations more powerful than anything else you’d felt as he continued to work his tongue over you. The feelings intensified while he continued on like that, he’d lick carefully through your folds and swirl around your clit, it had you moaning like you were in heat. He alternated between licking and sucking at your weeping pussy and then kissing your thigh, letting his fingers take over on tracing your throbbing bud.

“That’s it, does that feel good? Embrace that feeling, little dream. You’re doing so good for me, that’s it, just lie back like that.”

He was like a master musician and you were his most prized instrument. The way he plucked and ran his hands over you made you feel like you could lie in that bed forevermore, getting worshipped for as long as he’d allow.

“Does that feel good, hm? Tell me. C’mon tell me. Are you gonna cum?”

“Yes!” you’d screamed.

“And who’s making you feel so good, hm? Who’s gonna make you cum?”

“You!”

Your stomach tensed and you moaned more and more as he continued muttering sweet nothings into your thighs. The hot wet sounds of his tongue on your pussy increased and with every motion, you felt your body clench harder. It was when he’d begun circling your opening with his finger that you finally lost it.

“Come on then, sweet dream. Cum for me. Let go for me, sugar.”

He inserted one digit, slowly sliding his finger into you and then ever so slowly he curled it and pumped back and forth. Your whole body felt like it was rigged with an electric current and after a few more minutes of his careful ministrations, you arched your back and let out a scream when your body finally came undone.

The static took over your head and your vision went shaky. For a moment you swore you were floating on a cloud, a pulsing pleasant cloud. You breathed deeply and let yourself drift, taken in by the pleasure until finally you slowly drifted back to yourself.

Soon enough you were greeted with Corinthian’s smug smile while he leaned back and watched you come down from your lofty high.

“That sounded like it felt good,” he hummed.

“Good is certainly one word for it,” you gasped, blinking a few times in disbelief.

“Mmm, I’ll take that as a compliment,” he preened, giving your thigh a sloppy kiss after. “You taste so sweet, sugar. I think I’m going to have a new craving after tonight.”

“Really?” you asked bashfully.

“Yeah, you taste so good, and you sound so pretty when you cum,” he smirked.

“Oh gods,” you sighed, feeling those familiar embarrassed feelings heat your body again.

“So flustered even after all that,” he chuckled, the bassy tones rattling through your sensitive body. “Such a sweet little thing. I can’t believe I’m the first that got to do that to you. And I get the whole night just to ravish you like that over and over.”

You looked at his devilish grin and gulped, knowing that he would be content to nestle into your thighs all night if you let him. However, now that you’d gotten to experience him…eating you out you were curious about more of life's pleasures. You wanted to go further. You wanted more than curling fingers inside you, you wanted him fully.

“I- I actually want…something else,” you mumbled.

“Oh yeah?” he asked, tilting his head and raising himself up so that he was sitting up. “What is it you want then?”

The intensity of his stare was boring into you. It felt like those next few moments were everything. You needed all of him.

“I want you to fuck me,” you whimpered.

“Oh, sugar,” he purred, leaning into you. “Hearing you say something so dirty to me is such a gift.”

“You really like hearing me say things like that?” you asked nervously.

You’d assumed you sounded silly. Like you were some kind of blushing village girl from the olden times.Though, judging by the intensity of the way that Corinthian was looking at you, you realised that even despite that he was clearly taken by it.

“Hearing you say that you want to fuck is like music to my ears, sugar.”

“Oh gods…”

You melted when he locked you in a salty kiss and in moments you were reverting back to the jelly legged mess you were not seconds before. All the reservations you’d had about this had completely faded away, and now all that was left was desire for the man that held you like you were a porcelain statue in his hot, firm grip.

“Here, give me your hand, sweet thing.”

You frowned, confused by his request, but relented anyway. You held out your hand to him and he gently held the back of it with one of his and guided it to his bulging crotch. You squealed out a moan when you felt him hard and pulsing beneath you.

“See? This is what you do me, sweet dream,” He whispered.

“Oh…” you moaned, suddenly overtaken by a confident streak. “I want to feel it inside of me.”

He groaned deeply as you said it and you found yourself giggling and rubbing your palm against him. Despite going into the evening feeling like the most hopeless dream in the world, you could feel your assuredness growing. It felt like The Corinthian was slowly taking you apart with every touch and he was rebuilding you in his vision.

“You have no idea what that does to me,” he said lowly.

“I think I have some,” you replied, stroking him harder for effect.

“Ugh…you’re gonna be the death of me, sweet dream. Tell me one more time…what do you want me to do to you?”

You bit your lip and felt your thighs shakily press together as he stared at you with a burning heat. The way he was speaking to you made you feel so warm inside.

“I want you to make love to me, Corinthian,” you sighed. “I want you to fuck me till I see stars again.”

“Oh you’ll see stars, precious. You’ll see constellations.”

He licked his lips and tore at his trousers and underwear, springing completely free of the fabric confines. He positioned himself over you and revealed the rest of his smooth skin. It you gasped as you looked from his muscley calves and over the curve of his perfect ass. You had to bite your tongue just to keep yourself from squealing when you looked down at his cock. It was just as big as it felt of course, and like nothing you could’ve pictured, this was the first time you’d ever seen one. Though it was as perfect as you could imagine it to be.

He gave you a slow and passionate kiss, giving you a minute more of imagining what he was going to do to you before he proceeded to spit on his hand and spread it over his cock. No matter how confident you were getting you still couldn’t help but gulp as you watched him and found yourself staring off anywhere but where his hand was. Then you found yourself staring at his face with a rapidly pounding heart.

“What about- um- what about the glasses?” you said after a second, realising that he was yet to take those off.

He paused in his actions and tilted his head, giving you a measured stare. Clearly you’d hit a sore spot judging by the way he was holding back a grimace. A breath hitched its way in your throat and he gave you a few more worried seconds before he finally answered your question.

“Leave them for now, sweet dream,” he mumbled, trailing a few kisses along your neck.

“But Corinthian, I wouldn’t y’know- freak out or anything. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable while-”

“Don’t worry about my comfort, sugar,” he breathed, interrupting your panicked thread. “I’ll be plenty comfortable sinking into your sweet little pussy.”

You squeaked, feeling like said pussy was going to explode at those words alone.

“But- but-”

“Don’t worry. I will take them off for you at some point, but not right now. Alright?” he said, giving you a reassuring smile. “I’m not ready for that right now.”

Part of you wanted to fight him on the matter more. Afterall, you had completely bared yourself to him, you only wanted him to do the same. Though, there was no mistaking the downturn of his lips and the quiet pleading that filled The Corinthian’s voice. He really didn’t want you to push. And finally you realised you’d rather not upset him. You didn’t want to push him when he’d been so considerate toward you throughout the night. You had to give him the same courtesy.

“Ok,” You finally agreed, bringing your hand up to his face and tracing around the frames with your fingers. “Ok…”

He smiled and gave you one last kiss. Filling you passion before he let his hand fall down to your thigh and he rutted against you. His hard cock pressed against your wet folds and rubbed against them. Your neediness was renewing and soon enough you were moaning into his lips again, begging wordlessly for another release.

He continued to buck his hips up into you and press his fingers into the thick flesh of your thigh until finally he grasped his cock in his hand and pressed it against your opening. Your blood was rushing through your head and it felt like your heartbeat was in your ears, but most of all you could feel your body clenching. You were ready to bear down on him and have him deep within your body.

“Ready for this, sugar? It might hurt a little at first, but I promise to go slow, alright?”

“I’m more than ready,” you grinned, biting your lip in anticipation. “So ready for you.”

His tongue flashed over his teeth and with that he pushed into you slowly just as he said he would. Your heart was jumping out of your ribcage, you were so full of adrenaline. The burn of his cock in your pussy was almost too much for you, but with his gentle thrusts and attentive hands brushing against your clit he had you moaning in pleasure despite the background thrum of pain.

And then steadily and surely he was buried into you by the hilt, resting a little of his weight against you as he leaned into your body and planted a million kisses into your neck, avoiding the spots where his hand was curled around the back of you and supporting your head. It all felt like so much. Your tingling neck, the throbbing heat of your pussy. You were burning up in the dim light like a firework about to burst.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, moaning your name like it was a prayer.

“Corinthian,” you gasped, feeling all your breaths start to blur into one big pant. “Need you to move. Need you to fuck me hard.”

That tore a growl from him. A noise so animalistic it made you clench around him like a vice.

“I’ll give you all you can take, sweet thing…just wrap your arms around me and let me give it all to you.”

You did as he asked and soon he was beginning to move. He thrust gently at first, slowly pistoning back and forth and letting you get used to him, until finally you were groaning with need. The burning had eased until finally it fell away and left nothing but bright sparks of pleasure in its wake. Mind numbing, scorching pleasure that had you moaning louder and louder as he increased his pace and snapped his hips ever harder into yours.

Your power was Corinthian’s heaven, making him feel your raw emotions and taste your sweet visions with just a single bite of a confection. Now you were realising that the he way he fucked you was yours. Your whole body was wracked with spasms and you were digging your nails into him like you were clinging on for your life. There was nothing else in the world in that moment, just you two, just your merging bodies and the hot heavy breaths that you both shared as you kissed and sucked at each others flesh like it was the only time you had left.

And gods did you make great use of that time, of that night…

Next Part Here

-💕-

Tag List

@ravenous-says-stuf @jvybirrd @padawansubscription @pinkybee926 @heurimariquinha @the-corinthian-og-begay-docrimes @autistic-dream @heartache97 @juniebugg @mischiefmanaged71 @loonylunalovegood77 @suzubeans @proximateez @aureliel @belle643 @seraferna @anotherromanticpoet @pinkcyclewitch @nebulastarr @terzoskaz0o @baarishkiboond @philiasoul @tea-effect @ryethebrokengae

#the sandman #the corinthian #corinthian #corinthian x reader #boyd holbrook #sandman fanfiction

240 notes · View notes