"Is this by Chance or Fate; Whenever it's just me and you?"
Shedletsky (Forsaken) x Shy!Reader
Content Warning(s) : AFAB Reader, Cock Bulge, Size Kink, Mirror Sex, Slight Dumbification?, Voyeurism, Penetration, Not Beta Read, Might Be OOC, 4k Words
You loved your boyfriend, you really did! He always cared for you, watching your back in every situation and standing up for you when you couldn’t.
You wanted to show your gratitude, but whenever you asked Shedletsky what you could do to repay him, he merely shook his head and smiled at you, assuring that there was nothing he wanted. His refusal made you pout, you knew that there was something you could do, and you were deadset on finding out what it was.
Despite that, every time you attempted to spy on him, he always seemed to know, greeting you before you even revealed yourself.
It was as if he had a sixth sense, able to spot you even when you did everything you could to hide from him. You sighed as you accepted defeat, ready to turn to Dusekkar or Builderman for advice instead.
Although, it wouldn’t hurt to try just one more time right? Your desperation showed in your steps, and at this point anyone could notice you. It really was a last ditch effort, trying to catch him as he parted ways from the group.
You debated calling out to him, thinking that there was no way he wasn’t already aware of you, but before you could, he rushed around a corner. It almost seemed like he was trying to avoid you, and as much as you wanted to leave him alone, you saw this as your only chance.
Slowing your pace and staying as quiet as you could, you peak around the corner, only to see Shedletsky bent over, a single arm holding them up as their fist dug into the wall.
Your eyes widened in alarm as you froze in place, worry and concern making you panic.
“Fuck..” you heard him curse, sucking his teeth as he did.
He sounded distressed, breathing heavy enough for you to hear from so far away. But nothing could’ve prepared you for his next move, barely registering the way his free hand undid the belt and buttons of his pants before reaching in and pulling his boxers down just enough to release his cock.
You stood there in shock, face immediately turning red the moment you realized what was happening. Shedletsky bit down on his bottom lip, just barely muffling the sounds of groans coming from him as he stroked himself, seemingly unaware of his surroundings.
You felt a a pervert, a voyeur, you should’ve left a long time ago, but something drew you to the sight, eyes unable to tear away from the sight of the usually composed man desperately fucking his own fist.
The entire time, you couldn’t move, hand covering your mouth as it opened in shock. You were hyperaware of the way he reacted, the way he groaned when his hands neared the tip, the way his breathy moans slipped through his lips as his movements became more unfocused.
The way he moaned your name, calling for you as he came, cum splattering on the wall in front of him.
It made your brain short-circuit, barely able to comprehend what just happened. Suddenly, his shoulders tensed up, switching from relaxed to stiff. You noticed the minute difference, staying just a second too late before he turned his head, making direct eye contact with you.
You tried to flatten yourself against the wall, hoping he didn’t truly see you. But you couldn’t mistake the way his eyes looked, blown out and shaky.
Not wanting to take your chances, you fled the scene, flashbacks of the way his looked, face red and lip bitten plagued your thoughts, haunting your dreams that night as you desperately tried to forget it.
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The next day, you woke up in a cold sweat with bags under your puffy eyes. You couldn’t sleep, not with the knowledge of yesterday.
Your feet dragged as you got ready, trying to keep your mind from wandering because you know that if it did, you wouldn’t be able to do anything, reflecting on the way Shedletsky looked as he called your name.
You flushed at the thought of it again, well, at least now you know there’s something he wants..
It was even harder to keep your thoughts in check when you saw him, as composed as ever and if you hadn’t spent all night lamenting it, you would’ve thought it was nothing but a figment of your imagination.
When he turned to greet you, he paused for half a second, his usual smile breaking across his face as his eyes flashed with a knowing glint. It was enough to confirm your suspicions, and to scare you away from talking about it, choosing the easier option of simply pretending nothing happened.
But no matter how much you tried to deny it, you had to admit that something had changed between you two, and suddenly each deliberate stare felt more suggestive rather than innocent.
Every time you felt his eyes on you, you couldn’t help but swallow hard, trying to act like it had no effect on you.
He offered to walk you back to your cabin that night, a gesture that could be seen as gentlemanly, but you saw his mischievous smirk, as if challenging you to do something.
And you were tempted to, quiet on the walk back as you contemplated what to say. Thankfully, he was happy to make up for your silence, keeping the conversation casual as he talked about anything that caught his interest that day.
It wasn’t until you had reached your door that you realized you were running out of time. Just as he turned to leave, waving you goodbye as he dropped you off, you grabbed onto the sleeve of his sweater, mind still blank but desperate for just a little more time with him.
He turned to you, sounding confused yet at the same time you could tell he expected it. When you looked up at him, all words fell away.
His eyes were narrowed into slits and he had a teasing smirk on his face. Your throat closed up and your mouth went dry as you stumbled over your lines.
You wanted to ask him to stay, to spend the night, to ask him if what you saw was real and if that was truly what he wanted. But instead you chickened out, hands falling limply to your side as you pushed him away.
You knew you were missing out on a perfect opportunity to confront him about it, yet even then you couldn’t bring yourself to ask, heat spreading through your entire body when you thought of the implications.
“G-goodnight,” you spoke, rushing as you closed the door in his face. You knew it was rude but you couldn’t care less as your back pressed against the door.
His stupid smirk imprinted into your brain as your legs shook. You almost invited him into your home unprepared, mortification filling you as your eyes darted around the room, taking note of the messiness that you had forgotten to pick up.
It was better like this you justified, using every excuse you could think of to convince yourself that you hadn’t just fumbled.
You spent that night deep-cleaning your house, barely getting any sleep as the threat of reminiscing on your embarrassment kept you up.
The next few days weren’t any better, and with each increasing day you found your thoughts wandering further, unwillingly filling your head with images of much dirty things.
It had gotten easier to pretend you were unaffected though, and you were proud of how composed you were in front of others. You only ever faltered when you were alone with him, as if you had forgotten how to act.
You could tell he had gotten tired of dancing around it, not even trying to hide the way he stared at you with lust in his eyes.
This time, it was him that stopped you. Asking if you wanted to go to his cabin instead. Of course, you agreed, not minding the extra walk.
Although right before you two parted ways, you felt his hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you back just a little.
It was your turn to be confused, craning your head up as you tried to ask him if something was wrong.
You didn’t need to ask though, as just one good look at him was enough to tell you exactly what was on his mind. His face was dusted with a subtle hint of red, pupils blown wide and smile shaky as he tried to stay collected.
Letting go of you to put his arms on his door frame, leaning closer to you until his face was on your level, “Isn’t there something you want to ask me?” He started, head tilted just enough to seem patronizing.
His voice was smooth, as if he knew what had been weighing on your mind, taunting you for your inability to make a move.
You didn’t even have to think about what he meant, his desire practically written on his face.
This was more than a simple interrogation, it was a question of permission, for confirmation that the looks you two shared was more than just playful fun.
Visions of the nights you had spent, flushed and needy, thighs wrapped around your hands as the sight of him getting off to the thought of you flashed in your head. You knew he wanted this, that in the end you had control, and if you said no he would leave.
But you didn’t want that, you wanted him too, it wasn’t just a matter of repaying him for his kindness, but your genuine thirst to feel him against you.
For the first time you weren’t scared away by the thought of him, having sat with the knowledge of his feelings long enough to return them yourself.
Maybe it was the in-the-moment confidence, or the proximity that made the usual oppressive filter go away for once. Whatever it was, you nodded, moving fast so you didn’t overthink it.
His cabin was messier than yours, clothes littered everywhere in a way that just screamed him. Logically, you had no real reason to be scared.
But that didn’t stop the uncertainty that creeped into your body, self doubt clogging your throat as you followed him from behind.
As if sensing your anxiety, Shedletsky leaned forward, catching your face in his hands as he tilted your head upward, looking you in your eyes.
“I won’t do anything you don’t want, my dear.”
His gentle reassurance was like a wall of cotton, pushing all of the insecurity out of your head. You nodded meekly, not trusting your voice.
You followed as he led you to his room, trying your best to ease your nerves as he made light-hearted jokes and apologies on how messy his house was.
He was good at keeping things relaxed, cracking jokes and making everything seem natural. Hours passed as you talked, and it was almost enough to make you forget about why you had come over, almost.
You were hyperaware of the way your legs touched as he sat next to you, the way his tongue flicked out to wet his dry lips — the way when you caught him staring at you, eyes lingering just a little too long and wandering just a little too low before winking at you.
You could’ve sworn he was teasing you, hands grazing over yours longer than needed, slowly inching closer and closer until he was practically on top of you.
You could feel his breath on you, his body heat radiating off of him. “Are you ok?” He asked, barely above a whisper.
The sweetness made your heart clench, head nodding eagerly. With your consent, Shedletsky pulled you onto his lap, leaning back and offering himself to you as he raised his arms to take off his shirt, giving you a chance to follow.
You hesitated, insecurity kicking in as your hands fiddled with the hem of your shirt.
Of course it wasn’t unnoticed by him, his hands cupping yours as he helped pull it off over your head, not giving you a second to hide yourself as he held your wrists, capturing your lips in a kiss.
Your words turned to nothing but mumbles in his mouth, tapering off to small moans as you tried to keep up with his passionate pace.
When he pulled away, lips shiny with spit and eyes soft, looking at you as if you had hung the moon and stars, “You’re so beautiful, my dear.”
Warmth spread across your face, turning away in bashfulness. You felt his hand slip down, resting on your waist as he pulled you closer, forehead against yours and eyes staring into yours.
With another kiss to your forehead, his hands wrapped under your thighs, lifting you up and flipping you around. You hadn’t realized it before, but there was a mirror in his room, positioned directly in front of his bed, giving you an almost perfect view of yourself.
“Sh-Shedletsky?!”
Your eyes widened in shock at the sight of yourself, you were a mess, hair somehow disheveled and your makeup smudged. His eyes met yours in the mirror, a smug smirk on his face as his hands started to wander, one trailing down your stomach to the hem of your pants and the other reaching behind and unclasping your bra.
A gasp escaped your lips as your hands shot up, trying to protect what little dignity you could. Apparently Shedletsky found your shyness amusing, pulling you close enough to feel his chest on your back, as well as . . something else.
It was hard to ignore, the feeling of his hard cock poking against your back was impossible to play off as anything else.
You looked down, staring holes into the sheets as you felt his breath against your neck, lips whispering into your ear, voice deep with desire, “Do you feel that?”
His words were playful, yet it was enough to make you clench around nothing, feeling your pussy leak, “Do you feel what you do to me?”
The hand on your back trailed lower, moving you so that you rested on his abdomen as he released his cock from his pants, springing up and resting on your stomach.
You could feel the heat of his cock, the tip so red it almost looked like it hurt. His hands trailed along the rim of your pants, eyes meeting yours in the mirror in a silent ask for permission.
Your breath hitched as you nodded, raising your hips as you allowed him to peel your pants off, a small string of slick connecting you to your panties.
The air in his room was cold, a stark contrast to the mass of heat behind you. Throwing your clothes on the ground, he leaned back even further, the wall behind him holding him up as his hands found themselves on your hips.
You were on your knees above him, the tip of his cock grazing against your pussy. You weren’t sure what to do, looking behind you for guidance.
But Shedletsky stopped you, hand moving to keep you facing forward, forcing yourself to look at yourself in the mirror. “I want you to lower yourself on me,” he said, excitement barely hidden, “and don’t take your eyes off the mirror,” he breathed out.
“I want you to see how beautiful you are.”
Your face burned at his words, yet you couldn’t deny the way butterflies filled your stomach, trying your best to not close your eyes as you bent your hips, moaning at the feeling of his tip pressing against your hole.
It had caught you off guard, unstable legs slipping just a bit, pushing him almost halfway in before his strong arms caught you.
“C-careful,” he stuttered out through gritted teeth. You only whined in response, a wordless request for him to take control.
He laughed at your desperation, fingers digging into your hips as he slowly started to lower you down, giving you time to adjust as he slipped inside, thankful for how wet you were.
It didn’t occur to you just how big he was, but the more he inserted into you the more you were forced to come to terms with his length. At times, you felt so full that you believed there was no way he could shove anymore in, but his patience and determination paid off as he pushed the last of himself inside you.
It was so much. You had listened to him, eyes wide open and locked on the sight of each and every inch entering you, his smooth voice talking you through the whole time.
“You're so pretty,” he whispered, “just look how well you’re taking me.”
When he bottomed out, you couldn’t stop the way your eyes clenched shut, breathing through your mouth as you tried to adjust to the feeling of him.
You felt so small compared to him, the feeling of his arms wrapped around you, practically engulfing you. The mix of his warmth and his scent and him made you a little dizzy, it felt like his cock was reaching into your brain, making it hard to think.
The feeling of his calloused hands rubbing against your body only amplified the feeling, easing your nerves and making you melt, trying your best to relax.
When you finally opened your eyes, you saw him staring right at you, not watching your face, but instead your stomach, where if you looked hard enough, you could make out the faint outline of his cock, bulging through the skin.
Your pussy clenched at the sight, making him throw his head back in a groan, quietly cursing at the feeling. You were so tight, if you were any tighter he would’ve been concerned for his circulation.
Impatiently, he started to grind his hips upward, reaching impossibly deeper into you. Although he stopped when he noticed that your eyes were shut, trying to control his neediness.
“Eyes on the mirror,” he said, waiting for you to pry your eyes open. If you thought you were a mess before, you were a trainwreck now, sweating dripping down your temple and hair sticking to your face.
Your mouth fell open in shock, a moan ripping from your throat as you saw just how ruined you were.
Shedletsky saw this as his chance to start moving, hands on your waist as he lifted you up, giving you a moment of relief before bringing you back down.
Every thrust felt like it was knocking your breath out of you, leaving you gasping for air as his cock reached the deepest parts of you.
You felt like you were slipping, aware of what was happening to you but not able to control your body. Shedletsky tried to be as gentle as he could, but it was hard to hold himself back as your pussy clinged to his cock.
“Baby,” he whimpered out, “look at me.”
It was like you were under a spell, forced to follow his command as you raised your head. He was just as wrecked as you were, pupils blown out wide and drool dribbling from the corner of his mouth.
Just looking at him was enough to send a wave of pleasure through you, a knot in your stomach forming as it surged throughout your entire body.
“I-if you keep g-gripping me like that I’ll-”
A groan sounded throughout the room and you watched as Shedletsky threw his head back, biting his lip in an attempt to stay quiet. Although that did nothing to stop your moans, sounds of ecstasy spilling from your lips.
You couldn’t think, head dizzy with pleasure and your usual reserved filter nowhere to be seen, it was as if your mind had pushed out every insecure thought to make room for the cock filling you.
Each thrust only dragged you deeper into no return, and you felt like you would break. His name left your mouth in broken garbles, barely coherent.
It was too much yet not enough at the same time, without realizing it you began to buck your hips, chasing the feeling of fullness.
Shedletsky didn’t slow in his pace, hips thrusting up to meet yours resulting in a resounding slapping sound filling the room. Both of you were nearing the edge, and you just needed the smallest push to fall over it.
It came in the form of a calloused finger, rough yet gentle as it reached forward, spreading your pussy lips and rubbing against your clit.
The action made sparks burst in your vision, mouth falling open and eyes closing shut as you clenched around him, feeling your orgasm come on like a tidal wave.
Pleasure rushed through you, enough to make your limbs go numb and body go limp in his arms as he continued thrusting into you, teeth and jaw clenched as he worked through the tightness.
The feeling of your pussy hugging him as you came on his cock was enough to make his muscles tense, body going rigid as they thrust themselves into you one last time, going as deep as they could before releasing inside of you, eyes rolling back to the back of his head as he did.
Fullness couldn’t even begin to describe what you felt as his lava-hot cum spilled inside you. The implications of such didn’t even cross your mind, too hyperfocused on the feeling of him filling you up.
It felt as if your orgasm lasted hours, energy spent as you slumped down onto him. Thankfully, Shedletsky had the goodwill to pull out, returning your ability to breathe as the pressure in your stomach lightened.
Not entirely though, as the heavy load of his cum remained in your stomach, some of it dribbling out from your hole as you fell forward, face hitting the messy sheets underneath you.
It took a while for you to come back to your senses, and Shedletsky hadn’t gotten up yet, still basking in the afterglow with you, his fingers rubbing over your skin mindlessly as he waited for you to recover.
You tried to move but ultimately failed, only managing to embarrass yourself. He laughed, scooping you into his arms and laying you on the bed sitting up, propped up against his pillow.
A small part of you felt bad for the mess your were leaving behind, but just barely, the rest of you too fucked out to care.
You didn’t even notice that he had left until he returned, towel in hand as he wrapped you in it, using it to prevent any of his cum spilling onto the floor as he lifted you again, walking you to the bathroom and setting you down into his bathtub as he ran the water.
You let him take care of you, nodding along as he asked if you were ok, if it felt good, or if he went overboard. You shook your head at the last one, reassuring him that it was perfectly fine.
Your usual shy nature was absent, after all there’s no need to feel bashful around the guy who was practically fucking your guts out. Although that didn’t stop you from blushing, stuttering over your apologies and offering your help in replacing the soaked sheets.
Shedletsky smiled at you, leaning over to kiss the top of your head as the two of you sat on the couch, desperately trying not to pass out as you waited for the sheets to finish washing.
It was a futile endeavor, curled up in the warmth of his arms and a head so blissfully empty, you felt your eyes flutter shut, body pressing against his side as you dozed off.
You don’t know when you fell asleep, or when the sheets had finished drying, or when Shedletsky had moved you to the bed.
All you knew was that you had the sweetest boyfriend ever, and that no matter how shy or awkward you were, that he would love you no matter what.
A/N : my first art trade !!! for @just-a-rue also song is doki doki forever LMAO
