A/N: So I binged Shadow and Bone, devoured a copious amount of (mainly smut) Darklina fics and figured I should contribute to the debauchery.
This includes age gap (a bit obvious, but you know) (also Alina is an adult), married Darklina, some punishment (spanking, edging) as a treat, pet names, bratty Alina, dom Aleksander, etc. So all the things I liked reading about in Darklina fics LOL also: mirror sex, oral sex (face fucking), horny Alina, light bondage, crying, crawling
Sorry if there are inaccuracies, I only watched the show and know stuff from other fics lmao
Alina was squirmy.
It was not unusual for her to be restless, to want something without quite knowing how to get it. She, just an orphan from Keramzin, was not used to having the world at her fingertips. While The Darkling was certainly not in the practice of ignoring her, he was typically fine with waiting for her to figure it out on her own, at least somewhat. Poor little Alina, overwhelmed with having anything she could ever want at her fingertips here at the Little Palace.
Except this time she approached him while he was in the middle of reading some war missives and planted herself on his lap. Several minutes passed in silence and he could see her sweet mouth opening and closing while she tried to muster up the courage to say whatever was on her mind.
"Alinochka," he acknowledges her in greeting. She hums in response and clutches him tighter. Eventually she whispers, "Hi Sasha," sounding quite worn out.
"What is it Alina?" he tries coaxing her.
She looks on the verge of tears when she sighs, "Um," then whines, "it's embarrassing."
He pinches her hip, documents entirely forgotten. "Tell me."
A shiver runs up her spine. He is awfully persuasive and she is so easily convinced.
"It's about..the bedroom," she hedges, hoping that he'll be able to guess if she just throws him a bit of information.
She can damn near feel him purr at that. "Ah, well you have my full attention. You know I'll always take care of your needs," he tells her with love, with conviction. "I think I've set somewhat of an example. Tell me as I would tell you." He never had any qualms about whispering into her ear how much he needed his cock inside of her, no, not even in the middle of something important. Good relationships were built on communication after all.
"But I'm not as elegant as you. I'm clumsy." The thought of saying some of the things he said out loud was just too much.
He lets out a short laugh, adding to her own embarrassment but making her cheeks glow with pride as well. Another thought she would keep private for now was how much she loved the sound of both his laughter and his pleasure.
"I much prefer you to lose all composure in bed, milaya."
She squeaks and buries her face in his neck. She was still hiding. Did he have to be so vulgar? Did she have to like it so much?
"Alina…" he calls gently.
"What?" she asks petulantly.
"Tell me what you want."
"That's embarrassing too."
"Tell me and I'll give it to you. Take what's yours." He kisses her hair and tries a different approach when she remains silent. "Look at it this way, you are the only one who can give orders to the villainous Darkling, and I willingly go along with your wishes. Are you not proud? I myself am quite smug that I get to tumble with the lovely Sun Summoner every night."
"So embarrassing I could die," she groans into the collar of his kefta before pulling back to look him in the eye.
"Now, Solnishka, I may be an old man in your eyes, but I surely don't embarrass you that much do I? Tell me what's on your mind, pet."
She looks very disgruntled before she finally sits up straight, puts on a brave face and tells him quite primly, "I want you to spank me."
His eyes light up. "Oh?" He said no more, worried that she would startle and close in on herself again. He wanted her open and willing in his arms.
"You always have me on your lap like this," she squirms as his grip on her tightens, "and it's good and I like it. I like it a lot. I like kissing you like this and being close to you." She kisses his cheek sloppily to punctuate her point. He would often pull her down to sit on him when going over documents or eating or whenever he craved her presence.
His lap was as much her throne as the one sitting in the throne room.
"Go on, lapushka. I'm listening." He was getting so unbearably hard. Alina noticed and it spurred her on.
"And sometimes I wonder what it would feel like if it hurt. If you hurt me. Just a little."
A pause. A change in course: "Oh, I don't know about that."
She's shocked. She thought she had him in her net. "What? You said I just had to ask and you would grant whatever I want," she cries. She shifts in his lap to make sure she wasn't imagining the feeling of his arousal.
"Within reason. Am I spoiling you too much, pet?"
"Please."
"I don't like hurting you," he croons.
"Bullshit. You wound me by saying no." Her pout becomes impossibly more pronounced.
In reality, he wants to spank her very badly—his hand tingles in anticipation. But he wants to see how far he could push her. He wants her to beg.
"Perhaps ask me another time. Now let's get something to eat, yes?"
Alina hangs her head in defeat knowing the conversation is over for now. "Fine. I want steak."
.
The next night he finds her kneeling in front of his bed. In front of his mirror.
If he wasn't always looking for her, he wouldn't have noticed her half hidden in shadow. She was wearing his unbuttoned black kefta and nothing beneath it.
"Miss Starkov?" he intones.
She looks up at him, already pouting. "Aleksander…"
In normal circumstances he would kneel to meet her eye, but this time he stays standing. He could easily feel the thick sexual tension and pure desire through their tether. He would offer comfort if needed, but he had a feeling she was in the mood to be degraded, not respected.
"What are you doing here?" he asks with a clipped tone.
She sits up a little straighter and he curses the way his eyes flicker down to look at her breasts. She was just so distracting.
"I wanted to tell you I'm sorry." She bites her lip and looks to the side before craning her neck and making eye contact again, "And that I need you to punish me."
"And why exactly are you sorry? Why should I punish my sweet sun summoner? Haven't I taught you to be a good girl?"
"I..disobeyed you, moi soverenyi. I touched myself without permission last night." As soon as they started becoming intimate, The Darkling insisted on being the only one to play with her pretty pussy. Alina's own fingers weren't even allowed. Sometimes he would order her to touch herself while he watched, but that was always, again, on his order and he would cut it short to finish her off himself. Her pleasure was his and his pleasure was hers.
He could be controlling, to say the least.
He raises a brow at her confession. It wasn't like her to be so apologetic for acting out against his word. That's why she continued surprising him as the years went on: she was her own person with her own ideas and ways of doing things.
"Now why would you do that when you certainly know better?" he asks darkly, dangerously. He knows he isn't imagining the way she squeezes her thighs together before answering.
"Last night you left me wanting," she starts pouting. "It's your fault."
"So I'm to blame for your bad behavior? How interesting."
She senses that perhaps she said something wrong so she shifts and protests, "I wanted you so badly last night! I needed you, Aleksander. I couldn't take it anymore so I-"
He cuts her off, "Did you come when you touched yourself?" He draws a deep sigh when she nods. "And how did that go for you with those little fingers?" he asks condescendingly.
She says cautiously, "It...got the job done." She didn't want to outright stroke his ego and say he had given her better, but, you know. "I still want you, though."
"Oh, this won't do. You've been very bad, Alina. You're in no position to ask for anything right now." (She was actually in the perfect position to ask for everything. Aleksander felt nearly drunk on power seeing Alina on her knees for him.)
"Please," she tries. "I thought bad girls get punished." He had said so many words to her before, she's certain.
"I know you want me to punish you so badly. But what's in it for me? This just seems to be all about what you want." And they couldn't have that, of course. Equals, right?
"You get to put me in my place, isn't that what you love so much?" she says smartly.
"Alina." he reprimands sharply.
"Fine, fine. I'll use my mouth on you and I won't even touch myself while doing it. And," she adds after considering it for a moment, "you can choose the position after you finally give me my punishment. I know you like that too."
"We'll see how far you get."
"So is that a yes?"
He closes his eyes for a long moment. "Crawl," he orders.
And like a good girl, his good girl, she gets on her hands and knees and makes her way towards him. She was so delicious.
She kneels in front of him and puts her hands on his thighs.
"None of that," he says, knocking them off. Suddenly, her hands were tied behind her back with his shadows. "Have to be sure you won't touch yourself."
She nods earnestly. "I promise." But she didn't mind the bondage. She could break out if she really wanted to. She stares at him for a while longer, her breaths coming in quicker now.
"Well, what are you waiting for?"
She looks exasperated for a moment before shoving her face into his still clothed crotch. She nuzzles her face against his hard on, breathing in deeply. She looks up at him, "Aren't you going to take them off?"
"You can do it. I thought you said you'd use your mouth?"
She grouses at him but sticks her teeth out in an attempt to undo his pants. As much as he enjoyed watching her struggle in some desperate attempt to get to his dick, he couldn't handle this strange form of foreplay much longer.
"I have to do everything for you, don't I?" he says with mock annoyance. He would do it all if she asked. (*If she asked nicely.)
He makes quick work of shoving his pants down until they pool around his ankles and Alina is faced with his hard, aching cock. "Open your mouth." He slips the head in past her slightly parted lips, thanking any Saint who was listening for her lovely, pouty mouth. As soon as he's fully sheathed in her mouth, she hums around him.
Whatever control he had before that moment promptly shattered. He grabs the back of her head and starts pumping his hips, giving her a proper skull fucking. He sets a fast, brutal pace because he knows she can take it.
His balls slap against the bottom of Alina's chin as he goes deep and her face quickly becomes a mess of saliva. The corners of her eyes grow wet with her tears. "Just a hole for me to use," he snarls meanly. Her mouth was completely full of cock and all she could do was whine.
"You love it," he tells her, eyes bright at the revelation. He's panting loudly, clearly enjoying himself too.
All she could do was cry harder in agreement.
After a certain point, he takes his hand off her head to see what she would do. Alina blinks up at him questioningly, but doesn't pull off. She sucks harder and starts bobbing her head when he doesn't say anything. This causes him to groan. "Such a cock slut, it's all you're good for." Alina hums and keeps blowing him.
He let her continue for a while longer until he can't hold off anymore, the pleasure was too overwhelming. "Swallow," he commands as he presses her back down on his cock until her nose is squished against his pelvis. She swallows all of the hot cum that hits her throat and Aleksander can't help but curse.
He gently pulls out of her mouth and almost falls over when she sticks her tongue out and says, "See? All gone."
His large hand cups her cheek tenderly, strokes her throat reverently. "Maybe you are a good girl. You took me perfectly. It must have been hard not to touch yourself."
"Will you untie me now?"
With a nod and a wave of his free hand, the shadow bonds disappear. He pinches her cheek, "And what shall we do with you now, Alinochka? I can't decide if you're good or bad."
She leans into his palm and eagerly says, "I can be both and you can still spank me! Please?"
"Hm, and just why do you want to get spanked so badly?"
"Well, you have these big hands and-"
"Alina," he cuts her off. He can appreciate the honesty, though.
She switches gears quickly and appeals to the dominant side of him, "I've been so naughty. I touched myself and came without your permission." She hesitates then squeaks, "And it always feels good when you hurt me a little bit."
Aleksander considers this carefully for a moment before starting to remove the rest of his clothing. "I suppose I'll have to put you in your place. That little cunt is mine."
Alina visibly perks up, but plays her role well by continuing to kneel. She twists and strains her neck to watch as a now-naked Aleksander goes to sit on the bed.
"Come here."
She rights herself and makes eye contact with him in the mirror. "Did you want me to crawl again?"
He had gone soft, but that makes his cock stir again. He takes a deep breath to steady himself. "Brilliant idea, solnishka."
When she crawls the short distance towards him, her smile grows and grows until she is kneeling by his feet yet again. She places a kiss to his knee. Then, she giggles as she bends down to kiss the top of his foot.
The Darkling cards his fingers through her hair. "You drive me absolutely insane." Alina preens and nuzzles into him. When she kisses and scrapes her teeth against his palm, he decides it was time.
"Stand up." She rises on wobbly legs and he couldn't help but dart out a hand to steady her. "My kefta nearly swallows you up, little wife." He pushes the dark garment off her shoulders and allows it to pool on the floor around their feet. "Now get over my knee."
It was a little awkward getting there, but she makes it. Aleksander takes a moment to admire her bare skin, stroking her backside softly.
"Tell me, Alina, how many times should I spank you?"
"Um…"
He slaps one plump little ass cheek once, not very hard at all. She draws in a sharp breath and he smirks. "Um? Does that mean just once is good enough?"
"No, I need more. It needs to be even, too," she says, craving the tingling feeling on both parts of her ass.
"Even, hm?" With no other warning, he doles out three fast and hard smacks, alternating to each side.
Alina cries out, "Ah! No! Wait, please." Her skin was noticeably red now, and not just where the General hit her.
"No? Then tell me—and I won't ask again—how many times should I spank a naughty girl like you?"
"Ten."
"Ten? Ten more or ten total?"
"Ten total!" She isn't sure she could handle ten more.
The Darkling strokes her bottom softly and composes himself. "Okay, ten total. You have six more then. Are you ready?" After she says yes, he reminds her to count them out.
With more strength than the first, but less than the most recent three, he starts spanking her. "One," she calls out.
"That was five, milaya," he reminds her with affectionate exasperation. Poor thing, being horny made her so dumb sometimes. "Five," she repeats in a small voice. She is rewarded with a soft pet on the small of her back.
He spanks her again, enjoying the way her flesh jiggles so much that he hardly registers her saying, "Six." He murmurs some words of encouragement and moves onto seven. After eight he gives her a longer break, taking pity on the way she chokes out the number. He can see the handprints clearly marking her pale skin.
"Are you ready for the last two?" He reaches down to run a finger up her puffy slit. She is soaking.
Alina squirms on his lap but tells him she's ready. "Nine," they say in unison when he delivers the second to last smack. "Very good," he praises.
Her lust-addled brain came up with some semblance of logic before he can move on, "If I'm good and bad, that means you'll let me come after you punish me, right?"
"Do not touch yourself without my permission again," he says before giving the tenth firm, but not unkind spank. He knows without having to check that there are more tears in her eyes and he runs a soothing hand over her hot skin.
"How do you feel?" he asks after giving her some time to recover.
"It stings but I liked it. Like it."
"Do you know how to behave now?"
Alina wiggles her hips, "Yes, because you taught me a lesson." He bites back a groan. He has got to fuck her soon, this little minx. "So will you?" He knows what she wants, what she craves. And he was, at the end of the day, powerless to deny her.
"Lie back." With just those two words, she squeals happily and kisses his cheek before settling down.
He can't hide his smile as he settles between her legs. "I'm not letting you come unless it's on my cock, though." Before she can protest, he presses his face into her core hard, letting his beard scratch at her delicate skin. His tongue distracts her enough.
He's eating at her so intently she lifts her head from the mattress and pulls at his hair. "Are you sure you're not letting me finish?" He was getting her very, very close.
He looks up at her and shakes his head, flattening and wagging his tongue against her opening. Alina unknowingly mirrors him with a little shake of her own head. How cute.
He wraps his lips around her swollen clit and that gets her to drop her head back and press her hips against his face. He can feel her start to shake. Based on the increasing frequency and volume of her cries, he needs to pull off in three...two...one…
Aleksander sits up, mouth covered in her juices and looking very, very much like a villain.
"I was close!" she admonishes.
"I know." He had warned her earlier, though. Really, she should be punished again for her poor listening skills.
"So evil." She was so wound up.
"Hm, perhaps I am. Do you want to get fucked or not?"
Alina gasps in delight. "Yes please. Very much so." She thinks she needs it, actually.
"Do your knees hurt?"
"A little bit," she answers honestly. She deserved a nice soak in the bathtub after this.
He shrugged, "Too bad. Get on all fours and face the mirror."
She makes a small noise of displeasure, but complies anyway. She can forgive him withholding her orgasm if it means she gets to be filled up with his cock.
He gets behind her and his heart stutters in his chest just looking at the redness of her ass and the pink of her pussy on display. She looks over her shoulder at him and arches her back, imploring him to enter her already.
He teases her entrance and sighs. "Alina, Alina, Alina. What ever shall we do with you? You're good, you're bad, you're-"
"Horny! I'm horny, Sasha. You wouldn't leave your wife wanting, would you?" she tries to push herself back onto him, but he holds her in place by the hip.
He chuckles. "Oh I hear you, lapushka. Just let me do all the work." Telling her to relax is just a thinly veiled excuse for him to regain complete control.
Finally, finally he pushes into her. With all her wetness, it's relatively easy. He will never, ever tire of the way she feels around him, his personal paradise. He bottoms out, holding for a second before going in and out.
Alina moans wantonly and squeezes herself around his length. "I'm already close." Getting eaten out for a while by The Darkling will do that to a lady.
"What you are," he says in answer to his own earlier question, "is greedy. You want to come don't you?" Alina makes a strangled noise of affirmation and he revels in the way it joins the other noises reverberating throughout the room: the slap of his skin against hers, the lewd squelch of her pussy, the creak of the bed.
He leans his body over to cover hers and hisses in her ear, "You're lucky I'm generous." Then he sets a punishing pace, reaching down to pinch at her clit for good measure. This pushes Alina over the edge and he bites her shoulder when she tightens around him. He could punish her for not waiting for his word, but he won't.
He fucks her through the aftershocks, reveling in the way her walls flutter around him. She must be sensitive, but she doesn't say anything so he keeps railing her.
After a while, he pulls her up so her back is flush against his chest and they can both see themselves clearly in the mirror. Her hands scramble for purchase, grabbing onto his arms to stabilize herself. In the back of her mind, she registers the pain in her knees, but other sensations have her distracted for now.
He gropes her tits hard and says, "Look at you, Sankta Alina just dying to cream on my cock." She moans loudly but doesn't deny it. She wants him, she always does. They do make a pretty picture.
The angle is a bit awkward, but Alina is small enough for him to bounce up and down with little issue. He's determined to have her finish a second time before releasing his seed into her. He was not lying when he told her he's generous. And for his sun summoner, he would pull out all the stops.
He wraps a hand around her throat and mouths at her as his thrusts grow more desperate, not particularly paying attention to whether he's kissing her mouth or cheek or chin. Sometimes it felt like he was trying to devour her, but Alina doesn't mind. Being close to him makes her body feel hot all over. It's nice to feel wanted.
"Please," she whines. She's almost there again and she wants it so very badly.
"Together," he tells her as they make eye contact through the mirror. He goes balls deep before shuddering against her and painting her inner walls with white hot cum. Alina's sopping cunt milks him for all he's worth as she falls apart along with him. He can't even tell who is making what obscene noise, but he doesn't care. He's so utterly consumed by pleasure and can only focus on his wife.
After waiting for Alina to finish riding out her orgasm, he pulls out and nearly collapses onto the bed, bringing her down with him. She curls herself up against his side as they catch their breath, both sticky, sated, and spent.
"Well," he huffs, "we do have an eternity to figure out what to do with you."
A/N: Wow this got long. I got a lil lazy at the end and idk if their little back and forth made sense? Maybe I tried shoving too much stuff into one fic, but here we are lmao. I wasn't going to post this here but some lovely readers said in the reviews of my most recent story that they would read Darklina so! Let me know if the A/N at the top needs more detail since ao3 has the better tagging system
Anyway, really not paying attention to canon or complex characterization or thinking about fixing it I just want them to fuck!
I have several other Darklina WIPs, and while I should be focusing on real life, we'll see how quickly I can get those done. Strike while the iron is hot I guess?
Also if you're here for SasuSaku, don't worry I would never abandon them 3