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beomiracles · 2 days

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「 STRANDED 」

DREAM RECALL what's worse than being stranded on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere? being stranded on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere with the most obnoxious prick you'd ever met, and he's good looking too?

pairings taehyun x afab!reader warnings strangers to enemies to ???, unprotected sex, light nipple play, marking, taehyun's a bitch, reader is also a bitch, no established relationships, water sex :> !! eventual porn with a lot of plot.

wc 5.7k

#serene adds ✎... idk if I like it or hate it, it feels a little bittersweet. but I do love taehyun and I always seem to write more than I originally intend to whenever I write for him...

Ow. Pain, you felt an immense pain. Your whole body hurt, cramped, burned, ached. You groan as you twist around on the spot, you were laying on something soft, almost grainy. Slowly you blink your eyes open to be met by a blinding light.

Was this heaven? Had you really died?

“Oh, thank fuck you’re awake”. A sharp voice spits from somewhere above you. You thought you recognized it. A hazy figure comes into vision. The man leans over you as he studies your pain filled expression with a frown.

He snaps his fingers in front of your eyes, “wake up”, he orders. Groaning as you blink once more you finally see the man clearly. It’s him… He had told you his name, you were certain, but your foggy mind made for a difficult recollection of it.

As you turn your head you realize that the soft grainy feel was…sand? Wincing slightly, you pull yourself up on your elbows as you try and get a better view of your surroundings. Were you on a beach? The remains of the small life boat lay discarded a few yards away, in front of you a large forest opens up.

And then there was…Kang Taehyun! That had been his name. He was crouched by your side as he hesitantly held out a hand, ready to catch you if you were to fall.

Rubbing your head gingerly you turn to look at him, “what the fuck happened?”, you question with a groggy voice. Had you possibly swallowed a bucket of sand as well? Taehyun sighs as he glances toward the massacred lifeboat.

“Well, first there was the cruise ship..” ── “I remember that much you dipshit”, you retort as you shoot him a glare. “How should I know that? For all I know that water could’ve knocked the past six months from your memory”, he shrugs, feigning innocence.

You had known Kang Taehyun 48 hours, possibly longer but you had been passed out for the rest of it. And for those 48 excruciating hours spent in his presence, you had learned that you did in fact hate him.

“From that big wave…”, you say as you motion for him to continue. He rolls his eyes, “well after that small wave managed to knock you out─”.

“Hey, hey! It wasn’t small”, you grunt as you portray your bruised arms and legs for him. Taehyun clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, “as I was saying…after that wave hit, you sorta fell out the boat”.

Your eyebrows raise, “fell out?”. The man nods as he waves his hand in a dismissing way, “I of course brought you to safe land”, he gestures toward the beach the two of you were currently sitting on.

“I don’t know if I would consider this safe”, you mutter as you glance toward the forest. “It is”, Taehyun insists as he gets up, “I walked around this whole island whilst you were passed out, nothing out of the ordinary”.

“It’s an island?”, you exclaim in disbelief. “What’d you expect? A hotel resort?”, he snorts. “Well it certainly would’ve been nice”, you groan as you plummet back down onto the sand with a heavy sigh. You found yourself recalling the past two days leading up to your current situation.

It had all started about a week ago. When you had decided to venture out on a cruise, considering it a treat for your hard work lately. Besides, the ship was supposed to dock at one of the towns of your friend’s. It would’ve been a great opportunity to go see her.

The first four days had been smooth sailing, ironically enough. On the fifth day however, the ship suddenly started taking in water, and a lot of it. Being rushed by staff to one of the many lifeboats you suddenly found yourself stranded with a stranger. An incredibly annoying stranger.

Without any way to steer the small floating raft you and Taehyun had been left to drift as the slowly sinking ship spread the many plastic boats along the ocean. At first you found the situation quite hilarious, stuck on a small lifeboat in the middle of the ocean.

Though your happiness was short lived and soon you found yourself longing for land. Taehyun had been of no aid as his complaints carried out over the waves. “You’re taking up too much space”, he comments as he shifts uncomfortably on the small boat.

You scoff, “what are you implying?”. He frowns, “that you take up space”. You raise your hand, ready to deliver a harsh slap to that perfect skin of his. Taehyun’s hand clasps around your wrist easily. “Just because we’re away from all kinds of civilisation doesn’t mean that the same laws don’t abide”, he says as he raises an eyebrow.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, it’s illegal to use violence against others”, he states as he lets go of your wrist. “This is hardly violence, don’t tell me you can’t handle a little slap”, you sneer. Taehyun scrunches his nose in disgust as he turns away from you.

A few hours passed, at least you guessed they did, it was hard to keep track of time. Though the sun slowly setting gave away that at least half a day had passed. “I’m thirsty”, you whine as the burning sensation in your throat grows.

All this water and nothing to drink, you mourned the can of coke left on your bedside table at the ship. “And I’m hungry too”, you add as your stomach growls in agreement.

“Do you feel the need to announce every bodily function you feel at the given moment?” Taehyun mutters without looking at you. He had tried sleeping as a form of passing time, but had quickly turned seasick and leaned over the lifeboat to cough up the little fluids left in his body.

“What else should I announce? The weather?” you retort and Taehyun groans. "Preferably". Huffing, you turn away from him in silence. A few moments pass before,

“I have to pee”.

The next morning came earlier than you had anticipated. A splash of water to your face had you jolting awake as you grabbed onto the sides of the small lifeboat. Content with having managed to sleep a few hours you turn to your housemate. The dark rings under Taehyun’s eyes told you that he most likely had not been as lucky.

As the second day progressed you tried to gauge any kind of information out of the man you shared a boat with. “What’s it to you?” Taehyun frowns as he eyes you suspiciously. “Well I might be the last person who hears from you”, you say as you sit up a bit straighter. “This is your chance to get the things you never got the chance to say off your chest”.

Taehyun’s frown deepens, “why would I share my secrets with you?”. Tsk-ing you motion toward the endless ocean surrounding you, “who would I tell?”. “That little voice in your head I bet”, he comments as he leans back against the edge of the boat. You bite back a frustrated groan.

A couple of hours later you're laying flat on your back as the clouds slowly drift above your head. “If I don’t make it, promise me that-”

“Oh for fucks sake don’t start”, Taehyun interrupts as he shifts on the boat, causing the plastic to squeak beneath him.

“I’m serious!”, you frown as you gaze toward the sky. “If I don’t make it, promise you’ll tell my mom that I love her, and my cat Susie too”. “Oh and tell my mom that the key to my apartment is under the green flowerpot beside my door, and that Susie needs to be fed at least three times a day or else-”

“I’m not telling your mom all that”, Taehyun mutters somewhere beside you. “Well that’s not very nice”, you frown, “if I survived but you didn’t, wouldn’t you want me to deliver a message to your family?”.

“No”.

A few hours later the bright clouds on the sky suddenly morphed into dark and angry ones. The light swaying of the boat slowly turned harsh. “I think there’s a storm coming in..”, you gulp.

“This isn’t the time for any of your weather announcements”, Taehyun grunts without opening his eyes. “I’m serious”, you shake his shoulder nervously as the first raindrop hits. From there it only gets worse.

“This is actually it”, you whine as you cling onto Taehyun. “It isn’t, god you’re dramatic”, Taehyun groans as he tries to pry you off of him. It isn’t until lightning strikes not far from the two of you that he also turns pale.

A particularly harsh wave sends your small lifeboat crashing into the ocean. And as the water hits your head everything goes black. Then you were here. On a small deserted island in the middle of nowhere with…Taehyun.

“Catch!” Taehyun's voice suddenly calls out. You barely manage to look in his direction before something hard hits your head. “Ow! You bitch!” you exclaim as you grab onto your pounding head.

“I told you to catch”, he mutters as he plops down beside you, grasping something in his hands. You turn to look at the item that had hit your head to find, “a coconut?”.

“Well you said you were thirsty earlier”, he says and you frown, “so you throw a coconut at my head?”. Taehyun rolls his eyes as he cracks the coconut open by slamming it down on his knee, “no you idiot”.

“You drink it”, he then says as he brings the broken fruit to his lips. You watch with wide eyes as he finishes the whole thing in a matter of seconds. Quickly grasping your own coconut between your hands, you mimic his motions of bashing it against your already bruised knee only to cry out in pain.

“Fuck, this hurts”, you whine as you turn the intact coconut around in your hands. “Never said it didn’t”, Taehyun comments and you resist the urge to slam the coconut against his head next.

Instead you shove the fruit in his hands. “You open it”. Taehyun frowns, “what?”. “Don’t act like you didn’t hear me, open it”, you cross your arms above your chest and Taehyun scoffs.

“If you don’t, I might just die of dehydration!” you then exclaim and Taehyun smirks, “that doesn’t sound too bad”. “Fuck you”.

With a roll of his eyes, Taehyun brings the fruit to his knee as he cracks it open before handing it to you. As you thank him he looks away and mutters something about you being a nuisance.

Bringing the coconut to your lips you moan at the taste. “This is amazing, there has to be more right?” Taehyun shakes his head, “these were the last ones”, he shrugs and your face immediately drops.

“What..?”

Taehyun nods as he sighs, “guess we really are doomed”. You frown as you set the coconut down, “no way, there has to be something on this island”. You had watched enough movies to know that you would need to send out a signal of some sort, a call for help.

“Let’s start a fire”, you say and Taehyun seems to consider your idea. “Alright”.

As Taehyun gathers the materials necessary you had taken it upon yourself to draw the word, ‘SOS’ in the sand, with the use of a giant stick. Walking past you, arms stuffed with branches, Taehyun scoffs, “you really think that will do anything?”

“I’ll do anything that can aid us”, you say as you continue on drawing exclamation marks next to the word. “Sure you will”, he mutters as he keeps walking. “Watch it!” you yell as he almost steps over one of your perfectly drawn S’s.

Taehyun rolls his eyes as he takes an unnecessarily large step over the line. When all the nearby branches and wood had been gathered up into a small pile Taehyun crouches down in front of it.

“What do we light it with?”, you question as you peek over his shoulder. He glances toward you, “I thought you would know how to”. You frown, “no?”. Taehyun sighs, “it was your idea, how could you not know?”.

“I only come up with the ideas”, you shrug, “you execute them”. “When did we settle on such an agreement”, he snorts as he turns back toward the branches. “You don’t happen to have a lighter or anything…?” you ask as you rock back and forth on the soles of your feet.

“Why the fuck would I have a lighter?” Taehyun grunts as he picks up two thinner stones. “Just makin’ sure”, you raise your hands in peace as you lean forward to study his movements.

“What’s with the rocks?” “Quiet, for once, be quiet”, he snaps and you seal your lips into a pout. What a joyous prick.

With a flick of his wrist Taehyun clashes the stones against one another. Repeating the process a couple of times with little to no result you finally interfere. “I don’t think it’s working…”

Taehyun turns to look at you, “do you really?”. You nod as you take the stones from him, “leave it to me”, you say with confidence and Taehyun raises an eyebrow. “Have at it”, he mutters as he sits back to let you have a go.

The stones make an awful clashing sound, but no fire. You try again, and again, and again. Nothing. Biting your bottom lip you wipe the back of your hand across your forehead, determined to make it work.

“Just give them back to…me…”, Taehyun’s words fall short as a small spark ignites from between the stones. Soon a small flame takes to life and you smile triumphantly. “Well, would you look at that”, you state as you blow on the small fire to increase it.

“Pure luck”, Taehyun mutters behind you but you ignore him. Reaching your palms out to warm yourself up you sigh contently. “This isn’t so bad after all”, you say, gaining new found joy from a simple fire.

“It’s almost like a free vacation”, you state and Taehyun chuckles behind you. It was probably the first time you’d heard him laugh since the two of you met. “This is far too much work to be considered a vacation”, he then says as he moves to sit next to you.

“Ever heard the saying, ‘life is what you make it’?” you say as you poke a stick to the fire. “Possibly”, Taehyun yawns as he stretches out beside you. “Well I have, and right now I feel like making dinner”, you state as you rise to your feet.

Taehyun raises an eyebrow but makes no move to follow you. Rolling your eyes you cross your arms, “fine, I’ll get us something to eat and you’ll watch the fire”. He hums in agreement, “sounds good to me”.

You give him your best glare, “if I come back to find that fire gone, you will be too”. He smirks, “what a threat”. Raising your fist at him, “I mean it”, you spit before walking off toward the forest. Behind you, the faint chuckle emitting from Taehyun can be heard.

The forest floor was covered in snares and small stones, making you wish you hadn’t left your shoes behind at the beach. Grabbing onto the nearest branches, you make your way through the narrow vegetation.

There had to be something edible here. You had been a vegetarian for four years, but a cooked chicken did not sound so bad right now. Muttering curses under your breath, you regretted letting Taehyun stay behind. All this suffering could’ve done something good to that ego of his.

Finally your eyes land on a tree filled with, “mangoes!”. Quickening up your pace you make your way to the tree. You could almost cry as you saw the ripe fruits up close. Taking a hold of the trunk of the fruit tree, you shake it with all your might.

One, two, three, four and five mangoes drop to the ground. Thinking it was probably as much as you could carry on your own you let go of the trunk again. Scooping the fruits up, you conduct a makeshift basket with your shirt. Oh, you were eating good today.

Stumbling your way back onto the beach you find the fire still going. Taehyun leisurely pokes a stick around it, seemingly bored out of his mind. It isn’t until you drop the five mangoes in front of him that he looks up.

“Mangoes?” he questions as he picks one up. “There’s a whole tree filled with them!” you say as you sit down opposite him. “Though I could only carry this much, we can go back tomorrow”.

Taehyun nods as he inspects the fruits, “they seem ripe”, he states. You roll your eyes, “obviously, I wouldn’t have picked them otherwise, but what do we open them with…”

“Our hands”, Taehyun says as he skillfully peels the mango in a matter of seconds. You can only watch in awe. “Can you peel mine too?” you say as you shove another one in his hands.

Taehyun looks at you with a frown, “I already opened your damn coconut”, he comments. “So? I found these”, you whine as you tap the fruit in his hand impatiently. Sighing he peels the mango before handing it back to you.

“What a gentleman”, you say as you begin eating. Taehyun doesn't reply and the two of you eat in silence. When four out of the five mangoes have been consumed you both eye the fifth one.

“I should have it”, you state as you reach for it. Taehyun’s arm is quickly on your wrist, “says who?”. You frown, “I found them, so it’s only right”. “But I peeled them, all of them”, he adds as he raises a brow.

“Peeling a mango is hardly any physical labor”, you scoff. “Yet you can’t do it”, Taehyun retorts as he attempts to reach for the mango as well, you stop him. “Shouldn’t you do it the gentleman way and let the lady have the last bit of food?” you say as you tilt your head to the side.

“No”.

“What a prick”, you mutter under your breath. “A prick who can at least peel mangoes”, he says as he snatches the fruit before you have the chance to stop him. You watch in disbelief as he peels the mango and begins eating.

“I can’t believe you”, you huff, crossing your arms above your chest. “You’d better start, I’m the only one you have”, he says between mouthfuls and you turn away in disgust. “Won’t happen”.

You strain your gaze on the way the ocean moves. The waves softly crash onto the beach as the sun slowly sets above the horizon. A light poke to your shoulder has you scoffing as you turn further away from Taehyun.

“You want the other half or not?” he groans. You shake your head, “no, you have it”. Taehyun sighs beside you, “just fucking take it, quit being so proud”.

Shaking your head once more you reach out your palm to decline his offer. “My lips are not touching what yours already have”, you say and Taehyun snorts. “I don’t think we’re in a situation that gives room for such preferences”.

“I find it extremely hard to care if I’m being honest and─” your words are cut short as the soft fruit is pushed to your lips. “Shut up and eat”, Taehyun says and you hesitantly take the mango from him.

Eyeing both him and the fruit with great suspicion before you finally take a small bite. The mango tasted just as heavenly as the previous two had. If you made it out of here the first thing you would do would be to get your hands on more.

“You reckon anyone will pass this island?” you ask as you swallow. Fact is, you had no clue of your current whereabouts, and neither did anyone else. “Definitely”, Taehyun then says and you can’t help but admire his optimism.

“Word about the cruise ship has to have spread by now”, he continues as he leans back on his hands. “I’m confident that there are search parties out here, someone is bound to find us”.

You nod as you take another bite of the mango, “you’re probably right”. “We need to keep the fire going all night then”, you add and Taehyun throws another batch of branches onto it.

“Let’s take turns sleeping”, he says. As you swallow the last bit of fruit you turn to look at him, “alright…do you want to…”, you begin as you fiddle with the strings of your shorts sheepishly.

Taehyun shakes his head, “you can sleep first, I’m not that tired”. You knew that it was a lie, he had barely gotten any sleep on the small lifeboat and the dark circles under his eyes were only growing.

Though there seemed to be no changing his mind as he kept his gaze fixated on the fire. Shuffling around awkwardly, you try to get comfortable on the sand. As you rest your cheek on your arm, you try and close your eyes.

Expecting sleep to overtake you in a matter of minutes, you're disappointed when it doesn’t. Instead you're left feeling…cold. Very cold. The chilly night breeze and the fact that you were wearing shorts and a t-shirt did little to help.

Cracking an eye open, you glance toward Taehyun who seems lost in thought as he watches the flames dance. The light clearing of your throat has his gaze refocusing on you instead. “What?” he asks and you feel your cheeks heat up over the request you’re about to make.

“Um, it’s kinda cold..” you mumble without looking at him. “Should’ve worn something different then”, he retorts and your lips twist into a grimace. “Had I known I would’ve been stranded on a cold beach with a prick like you I would’ve made sure to sink with the ship itself”.

Taehyun tsk’s as his gaze returns to the fire, “spare me the details”. You scoff as you turn away from him. Hugging your arms around yourself in an attempt to keep warm, you squeeze your eyes shut.

What an absolute piece of shit he was. If you did make it out you would not only purchase a kilo of mangoes, you would hire a hitman too.

The fact that you were still cold did not subside and you found yourself slightly shaking as you curled up closer to the fire. Taehyun mumbles something under his breath and you feel him shifting on the sand next to you.

Moments later a large arm wraps around your waist as he pulls you against his chest. Your eyes shoot open and your body goes stiff against his. “Better?” he asks and you can’t help but grin.

“Who knew you were such a cuddly─” “You’re pushing it, scout”.

“Scout?” you frown as you turn to look at him but Taehyun steers your face back toward the fire. “You remind me of one”, he simply states. You didn’t know if it was a compliment or an insult, probably the latter.

“Why?”

Taehyun groans, “exactly”, he shifts behind you, “always asking so many damn questions”. You pout as the frown on your forehead increases. “What’s wrong with asking questions?”.

“You familiar with the saying, ‘curiosity killed the cat’?” he asks and you roll your eyes. “You make odd parallels”, you scoff and Taehyun chuckles behind you.

Snuggling closer against his warm chest you close your eyes, “you’ll keep an eye on the fire right?”, you yawn. “Yes, now shut your mouth and sleep, your voice has me experiencing migraines.

“What a smooth talker”, you mumble as sleep slowly overtakes you. If Taehyun gave you a snarky reply you never caught it, already too far lost in a drowsy state.

The next morning you wake to a dry mouth. As you blink your eyes open you realize that the sun had yet to rise. Instead a dark pink blanket of clouds covered the small island and your eyes widened at the sight. It was beautiful.

Soon you discover that the dry feeling in your mouth had been at least a handful worth of sand. Immediately you cough and spit as you try and get as much of the grains out. Your hand feverishly brushes at your tongue in a desperate attempt to clean it, much to no avail.

Finally giving up, you glance around the small area that you and Taehyun had set up. The fire was still sparking, making a comforting crackling noise, but Taehyun himself was nowhere to be seen. Had he even slept at all? You couldn’t recall him waking you to exchange posts with him.

Your eyes land on a small patch of something a few yards away. Frowning you rise to your feet as you walk over. It isn’t until you’ve almost reached the spot of the mysterious material that you realize that you’re staring at Taehyun’s clothes.

Wide eyes scan the area once more for him. Where the hell had he gone, and why had he left his clothes here? A noise to your left has you snapping your eyes in the direction of the ocean as Taehyun surfaces from the dark water.

Running a hand through his wet hair he looks at you as he tilts his head to the side. In the dim light of the early morning you can make out the outline of his lean and muscular torso.

As your face flushes to a crimson red you quickly turn your head away. “What the hell are you doing?” you shout, loud enough for him and any other living thing in a three mile radius to hear.

“Going for a swim”, he calmly states back to you as he moves closer to the shore. The water that stopped just above his navel slowly decreased. “Stop! Stop right there!” you yell and he freezes in his tracks as a smirk plays on his lips.

“Don’t be such a prude”, he comments and you shoot him a glare. “I am not a prude”, you fold your arms across your chest and Taehyun raises an eyebrow, “no?”. Shaking your head, you refuse to look him in the eyes. Matter of fact you refuse to look his way at all, afraid that your eyes might betray you and travel lower.

“Prove it then”, he says, catching you off guard. “What..?” Taehyun’s smirk grows, “you heard me, prove it”. Huffing out a breath of air, your hands fall to your sides, unbelievable.

“Fine”, you grab onto the hem off your shirt as you pull it over your head in one swift movement. Taehyun watches with an amused expression as you kick off your shorts, leaving you in only your underwear.

Groaning internally you move to unclasp your bra, “don’t you dare look”, you say as you point an accusing finger toward Taehyun who raises his hands in innocence as he turns away.

After having discarded both bra and panties you quietly tiptoe over to the water. “Is it cold?” you ask and Taehyun snorts, “of course it is”. You frown, did he enjoy torturing himself by not sleeping and swimming in ice cold water. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he did.

Dipping a toe in the dark water you immediately hiss, “it’s freezing!”. “So? You getting in or not?” Taehyun’s impatient voice carries over the light waves. “Yes, yes, give me a minute”, you mutter as you begin wading through the cold water.

Mumbling curses under your breath you make your way over to Taehyun. As the water reaches your upper stomach you breathe out a sigh of relief, arms covering your chest you gently tap his shoulder.

Taehyun turns around and you’re immediately taken back by how…good he looks, almost too good. Water droplets gently drip from his hair and onto his chest, sliding down his toned stomach.

A shame the water was so dark in the early morning light. “You see something you like?” Taehyun’s voice snaps your gaze back up to his. “Hardly”, you scoff as you hug your arms tighter across your chest.

“And you?” you question as you raise an eyebrow toward him. “Certainly not”, Taehyun snorts as he averts his gaze.

“Good”, you say as you shift awkwardly on the spot, “no funny business alright?”. Taehyun smirks, “wouldn’t dream of it”.

As your eyes fell on his once more, you couldn’t help but wonder, had he always had such pretty eyes? His lips were pretty too, in fact all of him was. Why had it not occurred to you earlier. Perhaps you had been too busy counting his flaws to even notice how utterly gorgeous he was.

In the midst of admiring him you fail to notice how Taehyun’s own eyes move from yours to your lips, down your neck and collarbone, to where your arms neatly fold across your chest.

“It’s uh…kinda cold”, you awkwardly mumble and Taehyun hums as his arm wraps around your naked waist to pull you closer. “Better?” he asks as you’re pressed against his chest and you nod.

“No funny business though..?” you whisper and Taehyun leans his forehead against yours. Warm breath caressing your cold face, “no funny business”, he agrees before closing the small distance and claiming your lips with his own.

The kiss is tentative, as if he’s trying to figure out how to proceed. When you eagerly return it all sense of hesitance is lost as his large hand cups your face. Your longing ones find his hair as they intertwine with the wet strands.

Pulling your bottom lip between his teeth before he pushes his tongue inside your hot mouth. One hand on his neck you steady yourself as you push your bodies impossibly closer. The cold water long forgotten about.

It isn't until Taehyun’s lips leave yours to travel down your jaw and neck that you’re given the chance to comprehend what’s happening. “Taehyun…” you whisper and he groans against your skin, “yes?” he drawls without looking up from the crevice of your neck.

“We might get sick, from…from the cold water and, oh-” one of Taehyun’s hands finds your nipple as he pinches and twists it between his fingers. It’s not long before he quickly replaces his hand with his warm mouth and you let out a soft moan.

“It, it might also be d-dangerous to…mhhh, you know..” Taehyun looks up from your chest, lips ghosting over your perked nipple as he speaks, “scout, please be quiet”. Without warning he goes back to sucking and nibbling on your chest, no doubt leaving marks.

Trembling hands push his head further into your chest as a broken moan leaves your lips. As Taehyun’s lips slowly work their way back up your neck his hands travel down the cold water to caress your thighs.

“More?” he breathes out as he leans back to look at you fully. Nodding in confirmation you crash your lips back onto his, “more”, you whisper as your hands rake across his torso. Taehyun smirks against your lips, “no funny business though?”. You groan as your tongue finds his, “no funny business”.

His hands find the back of your thighs as he easily hikes you up around his waist. Arms around his neck you break the kiss to lock eyes with him one last time as you seek confirmation.

In the pink shades of the sunrise Taehyun looked almost ethereal as he stares back at you. And that is how you know that it is right. He gives you a final look of reassurance before he reattaches your lips once more.

Nails digging into his back, you slowly sink down on his cock, a groan leaving the both of you. As Taehyun slowly moves in and out of you, his lips wander across your chest once more, going over the already blooming spots of reds and purples.

“Look so pretty when that mouth of yours isn’t spewing nonsense”, he breathes against your abused skin. You give him a meek moan in reply as your head falls forward and onto his shoulder.

Your bodies moved softly together in tune with the rhythmical waves of the ocean. If you were to die on this island, you at least deserved a good time before it happened. And Taehyun was too, undeniably handsome when he wasn’t throwing snarky remarks at you.

Perhaps you could grow to like him. When he looks up from your chest, eyes filled with so much lust and desire, you’re certain that you can. He gives you a small smirk as his hand cups your face once more, thumb dragging across your cheek and wet lips.

And when you cum around his cock you realize that you don’t want it to be the last time that you do. Neither do you want it to be the last time that he fills you up so heavenly. You want to hear his fucked out groans and be met by his lustfull gaze again and again.

And by the way he leans his forehead against yours, still deep inside of you as he catches his breath, you can tell that he wants it too.

A small smile plays on your puffy lips and Taehyun reciprocates it.

In the far distance you make out a small light, as it grows you realize that it’s moving. It’s moving towards the two of you. “A boat..” you murmur as you turn Taehyun’s head in the direction of the light.

He breathes out a sigh of disbelief, “your fire worked, scout”, he says and you grin. “Thanks to someone who kept it alive all night” you add and he smirks.

One of his hands moves a wet strand of hair out of your face and your cheeks suddenly feel warm. “Let’s do it again sometime”, he mumbles as his lips ghost over yours.

“The whole being stranded thing or just the sex?” you ask and he grins.

“Just the sex, for now”.

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slutt4ellie · 2 days

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Fated hearts starts with fire

(Will most likely have more then one part!!)

Ellie Williams x Reader

Moving to a new city is tough, but it’s even harder when your roommate is a dick.

Summery: You moved out of your childhood town to peruse writing in NYC. While apartment searching you ended up finding a place 10 minutes off your campus, the one down side is you had to share it with a complete stranger.

Warnings -> Ellie’s just a complete dick, for good reasons! (sorta) / Alcohol usage / Mean!Ellie / Mean!Reader (sorta idk!) / I explained the clothes the reader is wearing twice but it doesn’t describe the reader being masc or fem! / WILL BE A SLOW BURN! / (Eventual smut ) / mention of previous relationships / toxic relationships /(Lmk if I missed anything else!)

WC: 4k!!

(Not Proofread!!)

DAILY CLICK 🇵🇸

You were beyond fucking nervous.

You grew up in a small town since childhood and you’re currently standing outside your apartment in one of the biggest cities in America. New York City.

Your parents thought you were “foolish” for chasing an imaginary dream which was writing. They constantly let you know that too, telling you most authors and writers go unnoticed by people with a greater talent and following.

Regardless it didn’t stop you from applying to a university in New York, and once you got in, you assumed it was a sign to pack up and leave the small city you called home for 18 years.

Getting into one of your dream schools, packing up and leaving your parents, that was a few weeks ago and now you’re standing outside your two bedroom apartment. That’s right, two bedroom fucking aparment, it definitely wasn’t your ideal choice but when you saw an ad posted for a shared apartment for about 1.5k a month, you couldn’t exactly pass.

Rent was already fucking expessive and now that you live in New York finding a place to live for under 3k well that was nearly impossible. So you quickly passed on the opportunity and decided you needed to step out for once and meet a new person, that being your roommate.

You didn’t really know much about them other than the fact she was a girl, I mean you exchanged a few messages but to be honest she was dry, she only wanted a roommate because she couldn’t afford the apartment on her own and the person that previously lived with her had to move back to their hometown.

The fact she was a girl actually shared some comfort, I mean if it was a guy you would have been fine but trying to find something to relate on probably would have eventually killed you.

So here you are, standing outside your new apartment with a key that the receptionist gave you, after you explained you were a new tenant that was moving. You weren’t a huge “people person", you had a few friends in high school which you still talk to often but other than that you were a homebody. You decided to nervously knock before entering the apartment which on the contrary seemed stupid since it was now also your apartment but it almost seemed respectful.

A voice followed the knock “Yeah it’s open you can come in!” That was your cue to open the door and your eyes were quickly met with peircing green ones. The girl had auburn haired with freckles that trailed her face, and a tiny scar on her eyebrow. “Who are you?” The girl said harshly looking you up and down which genuinely made you uncomfortable, but it’s not something you decide to mention. “I-I’m your roommate we talked. I’m-” You nervously held out your hand to shake which led the auburn haired girl to shake her head “I don’t have to know your name, we’re roommates, not friends.” Harsh, is all you could think. You just uncomfortably nod your head and let out a slight “Right.”

She just looks at the few boxes you had on the transport trolley and focuses her attention back on the tv as she plops back down on the couch. “Your room is down the hall on the left. Just put your shit there.” She sighs.

I mean she's not the nicest person you’ve ever met but as of now you're sorta intruding on her space so you’d like to give her the benefit of the doubt and say that’s why she seems to be on edge with your presence..!

It took you only a few hours to get your room setup. Since you moved pretty from your hometown you didn’t have the luxury of taking big things. Like your bed, mattress, shit like that. So you had a room, but the normal committees that come with a bedroom unfortunately didn’t apply.

You also knew you had to get food considering you had nothing, you just took an assumption that the auburn hair girl wasn’t going to be suddenly sharing and giving you a helping hand allowing you to take something to eat.

You got dressed throwing on a jacket and jeans to accommodate for the coldish weather that was taking place in NYC right now. But as you leave your room and walk down the hallway you notice the girl now has a friend sitting beside her on the couch. The person who you’re assuming is her friend has long brunette hair, brown doe eyes, and a nice smile. “Ellie just come onnnnn! Come to the party, forget about Cat and actually go out!” Okay so the auburn haired girl's name is Ellie, looks like her mysterious persona is now gone. You thought to yourself.

And you must have been staring for to long because Ellies green eyes now meet yours and your face flushes red as she speaks “Can I fucking help you?” As Ellie finishes her sentence the brunette nudges her hard muttering something along the lines of “You don’t always have to be a dick!”

Now that you feel your self respect has gone since you were caught staring like a deer in headlights, you just shake your head fast, and incredibly embarrassed. This ultimately leads you to leave the apartment fast just as fast as you entered and go to the closest grocery store you could possibly find..

That whole interaction had to be at least an hour or so ago because when you entered the apartment both hands cuffing grocery bags it was completely empty, the fact that Ellie and the brunette were talking about some party had you come to the conscience that they most likely went to it, which to be fair you weren’t exactly complaining. You’re almost sure Ellie hates you anyway so the fact you didn’t have to deal with her almost felt like a breath of fresh air.

After putting away the groceries you sat down on the couch and pulled out your phone. There were a few messages from your parents and your very few high school friends reaching out to see how the move went.

Mommmmmm ❤️

(5:30pm) - “Hey hun, checking to see how the move went! You’re officially a city girl 😎”

You

(7:32pm) - “So far so good! Settling in well!”

Mommmmmm ❤️

(7:33pm) - “How's ur roomy? Must be strange living with someone who's not me and dad. 😂”

You

(7:35pm) - “Definitely weird, but she's nice! I’m gonna make dinner love u mom ❤️”

Mommmmmm ❤️

(7:35pm) - “Love you honey! Get something in your stomach. 😘”

You knew lying to your mom was sorta shitty but if you told your mom “Yeah my roommate is kinda a dick. She wouldn’t drop it trying to convince you that you 100% would need a new apartment and you’ve already accepted that 1.5k a month is the cheapest you’re ever going to find. So lying seemed like a smooth approach to the situation.

Dad

(7:45pm) - Your mother let me know everything's going well with the move. Good to hear.

You

(7:47pm) - Yep! Thanks dad.

(Read)

That was usually you the most you got from your dad, he wasn’t very “Lovey dovey” as your mom would say which you tried not to blame him, your relationship wasn’t too toxic other then the writing thing.

One thing you have been doing is texting your friends all day letting the know about the roommate situation and everything that’s been going on.

You

(5:20pm)- I don't wanna move in, I don't wanna move in, I don't wanna move in, I don't wanna move in

Jess 🤗

(6:30pm) - Youll be fineeee!

Alex 🙊

(6:33pm) - yeah youll be fine!

You

(6:34pm) - Guys actually help

(6:35pm) - Come to nyc

(6:35pm) - SHE'S MEANN.

Jess 🤗

(7:00pm) - WHO?

You

(7:10pm) - MY ROOMMATE

Alex 🙊

(7:33pm) - tf is happening? 😭

You

(8:00pm) - fuck so when I first moved in she told me we dont have to fucking know each others names because were “Roomates and not friends”

(8:01pm) - then I was gna go buy groceries and i accidentally stared and she she asked me if I fucking needed something

Alex 🙊

(8:33pm) - HUH?

Jess 🤗

(8:40pm) - WHAT DID U DO?

You

(8:44pm) - NOTHING.

Jess 🤗

(8:40pm) - praying for u! 😁

Alex 🙊

(8:44pm) - same here girl

That was the last message you and your friends exchanged. They tried to calm you down a bit but you never had someone dislike you. You weren’t at all popular in school so you often went unnoticed which was FINE. But actually having someone dislike you and be open about the fact they actually don't enjoy your company was sorta humbling in a way?

You didn’t wanna force Ellie to like you but you didn’t understand why she already deemed that you were annoying or something.The thing you kept on going back to was the fact it was manly her space weather or not you liked it, it was almost like you were intruding and I guess if she felt that way you couldn’t blame her.

It only took around 12 until your heard stumbling outside your apartment. It was a few seconds after when the front door opened and a man and woman let themselves in without knocking. You would have probably freaked out but the girl was the same one that was sitting on the couch with Ellie and she gave you a quick smile. “Hi” She has a very drunk Ellie on her shoulder which she quickly lets her down on the couch and picks her words back up looking straight at you “I’m Dina, this is Jesse, we're friends of Ellie.” She smiles and nudges Jesse which leads him to shake your hand softly. You followed up by telling them your name with a smile before you looked at Ellies limpish body on the couch.

“Is she okay?” You looked at her, Ellie seemed way less hostile while she was sleeping which was refreshing. Dina almost instantly nods looking at you. “Oh yeah, she's just- she went a bit overboard tonight!” Jesse sorta chuckles “Cat situation clearly got her worked up” Your mind couldn’t help but wonder, did she fucking lose her cat or something, is that why shes so unreasonably moody. I mean it would make sense?

You just nod looking at the pair, I mean you didn’t know what the fuck to say and this led Dina awkwardly make split eyecontact with you which followed by looking back at Jesse. “Well! We should get going It’s late and all and we got morning classes”

“Fuck tell me about it” You chuckle looking at them before talking “It was nice to meet you guys.” You smile nodding looking at them and Dina and Jesse both smile giving you a nice “Yeah you too”

You went into your bedless room laying down a blanket against the cold wooden floor and layed a pillow right above that. Your mind wandered that night, you tried not to pay much attention to your roommate or what her friends said but you didn’t have much else to think about. Class started tomorrow and as much as you loved writing you had an undoubting feeling your professors were not going to pass up the chance to give you some insanely long ass writing assignment. So thinking about what Ellie's friends said was unfortunately on your mind.

When Jesse said “The cat situation” it had your mind go straight to the fact she probably lost her pet cat or something. But the more you thought about it, that seemed a tad bit far-fetched considering the conversion Dina was having with Ellie as they were talking on the couch “Ellie just come onnnnn! Come to the party, forget about Cat and actually go out!” you just took the benefit of the doubt and wanted to say that most people would probably say “Forget about the cat” while referring to the pet cat! I mean unless Dinas grammar is just really ass. Cat is most likely a person.

You quickly shake your head mumbling out a quick “This is stupid” it was 1am, and you're thinking about whether your roommates' friends were talking about a real cat or a person. Fuck you need to make some friends here, because if this is how you’re going to be spending your nights it’s going to get rough quick!

The morning was groggy as your alarm woke you up. You had classes that you needed to go to and you refused to let yourself be late to the first day. You got up throwing on a pair of pants and a sweater that will make sure you’re not freezing your ass off during the day. You left your room and just to your fucking luck Ellie’s leaving her room at the exact same time leaving the both of you with weird ass awkward eye contact. You assumed she must have gotten off the couch some time throughout the night considering she's now in her bedroom. Since you were both staring for about 10 seconds Ellie finally talks. “I heard if you take a picture it will last longer?”

You tried to shrug off the comment but each time she spoke it was like nothing nice was going to come out of her mouth. You just turned on your heel shifting your gaze from hers, going down the hallway trying your best to not give her a reaction. It was better to be the bigger person consider it feels like your literal fucking roomates with a 13 year old boy.

“You look shitty?” She says with a slight chuckle. Well that one did hurt. Manly because you spent time this morning making sure you looked presentable for the people you were going to face in class. You didn’t understand why she said it, but whether or not it was supposed to come out as a joke it hurt. “Did I do something or are you just like this with literally everyone.” You say avoiding her gaze.

“Like?” She says, and this is now the longest you two have had a reciprocating conversation and it’s literally just insults. “Just a fucking prick” You say grabbing your bag and a protein bar. Luckily for you this time she didn't respond, her eyebrows slightly furrowed at your comment and you can tell it definitely struck a nerve. She just leaves the kitchen island and sits on the couch. And that was your invitation to also leave. You couldn’t be bothered to pursue this conversation any longer so you left and caught a taxi to your University.

(Ellies Pov)

Yesterday

“I don’t wanna go to a fucking party man” Ellie groans looking at Dina as she continues to beg. “Ellie just come onnnnn! Come to the party, forget about Cat and actually go out!” Ellie catches your gaze and talks directly at you “Can I fucking help you?” Ellie says getting followed up with a hard nudge from Dina “You don’t always need to be a dick!” Ellie watches as you trip over your feet stumbling out of the apartment with a red face, clearly embarrassed. “What’s your issue?” Dina says, turning Ellies concentration straight back on her. “Nothing!” Ellie says, trying to defend her shitty behaviour. “You realize you dont always have to be fucking passive” Dina says looking at Ellie, as Ellies desperately trying avoid it. “I'm not being passive?!” Dina scoffs and puts on a deep voice trying to mock her “Can I fucking help you?” Dina says, looking at Ellie. “Literally coming from the same girl who sleeps with a dinosaur stuffed animal” Dina laughs, causing Ellie to defensively shake her head. “What the fuck! No I don't!” Dina nods and talks again “Ellie just come to the party she won’t even be there!”

“Cat suddenly doesn’t come to parties?” Ellie shakes her head looking at Dina. “She won't be at this one! Just pleaseeee!!! School is gonna start then you’re going to complain because you missed this party.” Ellie cracks out a little smile and finally nod “Fuck okay okay!

That led Ellie to the point she is now, in a taxi with Dina and Jesse. “It’s gonna be funn!” Dina smiles reassuring Ellie, which clearly doesn’t work because Ellies shakes her head “I think we got different meanings of fun Dina.” Dina shakes her and looks at Jesse and nudges him “Jesse you convince her. “Dude just put on a smile and once we get some shots in you it will be fine. We’re gonna have fun!” Ellie just smiles at the pair and nods. “Alrightttt!” They both smile at Ellie finally cracking a smile. “Yess!” Dina says.

The night was smooth sailing for most of the time, when Ellie got some shots in her the tenseness of the night sorta just faded and it allowed her to actually enjoy the night. Ellie even flirted with a couple girls which was rare. I mean it didn’t lead anywhere because she 100% wasn’t ready for that, but it was nice. Especially after Cat.

And just as Ellie thought the night was going well and she was talking to a girl there was a light tap on the shoulder and she was met with the same brown eyes that she spent about a year and a half with.

Fucking cat.

“Hey sun..” Cat says. And Ellie couldn’t help but cringe at the words. Sun, that’s what Cat always called Ellie when they were dating, and now that they 100% weren’t dating, it sorta just felt like a fresh wound. Ellie is a bit drunk (Really drunk) but she quickly spits out some words “Don’t call me that Cat.” Cat almost seems dumbfounded at Ellies words, like she couldn’t process the fact Ellie didn’t wanna get called some corny fucking pet name.

“Okay..sorry. It’s like I always used to call you that?-” Cat says looking at Ellie trying to meet her green eyes but Ellie refuses to make eye contact. “Yeah, fucking used to. Just fu-” Dina quickly jumps in noticing Ellies hands are clenched and that nothing well is going to resolve from this conversation. “Hey Els go get some air with Jesse!” Dina quickly suggest signalling jesse over with a tilt of her head which causes him to walk over “Go take Ellie outside real quick please” He just smiles and nods, taking Ellie by the shoulder as she stumbles over her feet.

“Cat stop trying to talk to her. It’s still fresh and you’re acting like you breaking up with her was some game, okay you two are over and you made that decision.” Dina says sternly once Ellie and Jesse are outside. And Cat shakes her head fast. “I-I’m not even acting like it was some game?” Cat says getting defensive “I said we should take a break!” Cat says looking at Dina. “Then you fucking kissed a girl infront of her!” Dina says now also getting annoyed. The fact Cat wasn’t cluing into the fact she hurt Ellie was getting old. “Leave Ellie the fuck alone Cat” Dina says leaving the house to go meet up with Jesse and Ellie.

“Is she okay?” Dina asks, looking at Ellie as she leans her head on his shoulder. Jesse looks at Dina and shrugs. “Other than the fact she just threw up 3 times I think she's okay!” He chuckles sarcastically. “Deal with Cat?” He asks as him and Dina now hold Ellie up. “Fuck shes unsufferable, but yeah, I think she got the message this time.”

This is what leads Dina and Jesse to drag and Ellie back to her shared apartment with you. They quickly open the door without knocking and Dina instantly notices your slightly panicked face “Hi” Dina says with a very drunk Ellie on her shoulder, Dina lets down Ellie lightly on the couch and Ellies body falls limp.

This is when Dina clues in you two haven’t properly met. “I’m Dina, this is Jesse, we're friends of Ellie.” Dina smiles and nudges Jesse which leads him to shake your hand softly. Dina and Jesse quickly learned your name as you followed up by telling them with a smile before you decide to talk again.. “Is she okay?”

Dina heard how your voice was soft. She wanted to give you props for even caring considering what Ellie said earlier to you “Oh yeah, she's just- she went a bit overboard tonight!” Jesse sorta chuckles “Cat situation clearly got her worked up” They both noticed how your eyebrows furrowed clearly thinking about something but they didn’t think it was important to mention.

Dina breaks the awkward ass silence saying “Well! We should get going It’s late and all and we got morning classes”

You nodded to her words and said “Fuck tell me about it” You smiled looking at them before talking “It was nice to meet you guys.” You smile nodding looking at them and Dina and Jesse both smile giving you a nice “Yeah you too”

Ellie’s night was shit, she woke up on the couch around 4am and noticed Dina and Jesse were nowhere to be seen. Since she woke up at 4am she did make it back into her bedroom but regardless the next morning her hangover was horrible. As she leaves her room she notices you walk out at the exact same fucking time. Great! It was followed by an awkward stare. Ellie noticed you must have gotten up early because you were put together but she would say that. Considering her night was shitty and you both were looking at each other like a deer lost in headlights she comes up with the bright idea to say “I heard if you take a picture it will last longer?” I mean it was harsh but it was easy!

You turned on your heel without giving Ellie a reaction which left her puzzled. I mean she didn’t do it for a reaction but the fact you didn’t give her one was weird. She sees you walk to the kitchen island and grab your bag. Again Ellie’s mouth thought way faster than her thoughts. “You look shitty?” She says it with a slight chuckle. I mean she didn’t mean it but now she was curious if you would break.

And this time you did. Your eyebrows furrowed and she saw how her words actually affected you. Your eyes just looked more sad when she said those words. “Did I do something or are you just like this with literally everyone.” Ellie quickly picks up on how you’re avoiding her gaze, which works in her favor because if you did end up making eye contact with her you would see how her eyes faltered for a split second showing an ounce of sympathy.

“Like?” Ellie says trying to keep up this shitty tough persona which really makes her come off as “Just a fucking prick” It’s like you finished what she was thinking and she didn’t like it. Because it’s one thing to act like one but now that it was brought to her attention it was like something she just really didn’t want to hear.

This leads Ellie to get embarrassed on the fact you actually did call her out, she quickly turns her head facing away from you which was on purpose and she sat down on the couch which faces the tv. She hears your footsteps getting closer to the door and way more distance. Then there's a final slam of the door. You’re gone now.

Ellie’s not even looking at the tv, just straight ahead, because not only does she have a new roommate. But you fully were willing to actually call her out without a second thought.

Which Ellie doesn't like.

Part 2

A/N -> HI! I feel like I have to apologize for literally leaving for like a month but I have had almost 0 motivation to write.

School has me really busy so it’s sorta just consuming all my free time. I also realized in my first fic I rushed to get the parts out which made the whole process of making them less enjoyable!

That being said for this one i’m not going to force myself to write I’m going to do it on my accord! (but that doesn’t mean each part is gonna take like a month btw!)

I hope you guys enjoyed reading this because I did enjoy making/ coming up with the plot. And I promise in future chapters it will get more interesting 😭 (let’s also not talk about how the reader didn’t know ellie’s name till they moved in, which I know is unrealistic asf!)

This is really just to start it off making sure the plot is understandable. 🫶🏽

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 11 hours

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A Danish Werewolf in The City

The First Taste - part 2

Note: life's full of surprises, huh? once again, this fic was getting out of hand, so I had to split it up once more and this chapter is now 3 parts long. And as promised, the ending & smut part of it will be out tomorrow. For now, I hope you enjoy this! Special thanks to @foxyanon for reading a tiny part as a way of helping me out.

previous chapters: part 1 - part 2 - part 3.1

Warnings: 18+, angst/horror fic.

Wordcount: 2,7k

Masterlist

After his relentless vampire killing spree, which had lasted up to several months, Sihtric realised he needed to calm down before accidentally sparking the interest of werewolf hunters or other observing folk around.

He had earned quite some new scars during his slaughters, some of which were hard to hide on a warm summer day. And the last thing Sihtric wanted was having to move towns because his beast identity had been discovered. He knew he'd be chased away, or worse, being hunted down and tortured before being brutally murdered. And the people would most likely make a fancy rug out of his fur and use his decapitated wolf's head as a laughingstock to scare children with. These weren't medieval times, but once a creature was discovered living amongst regular humans, people tended to slip into a state of primaeval panic. So he began to lay low as the Moon cycle continued, and that's when he made a list of everything he'd need to restore the shed.

His shed was ordinary on the outside, like any other backyard shed around his neighbourhood, but the inside of it was something else. Inside, the wooden walls of which the shed was made, were hidden behind a firm layer of steel that would be impossible to break out of and, most importantly, were sound proof. Furthermore, the cabin was completely empty inside, apart from a chair in the middle which resembled those used as electric chairs in prisons. The design had been picked on purpose, as he could be easily restrained in it with metal chains, which a pack member would always help him with, and because his monthly involuntary transformation felt like something he should be punished for.

As Sihtric had his shifting under control, he usually didn't need to be fully restrained and mainly did it as a precaution every month, not wanting to become a killing machine. But after he had decided several Moons ago to rip off all the chains from the chair, floor and ceiling, to completely let his werewolf form go in order to slay those vampires while he was hurting, thus making the shed completely unusable for the sole purpose it had been built, he now felt that he needed to be fully chained up again to restore the balance inside of him. The full Moon made everyone act out, even humans and other animals, not just the werewolves, but it simply affected the latter more than the average breathing being. And since Sihtric did not want to become a target by hunters, townsfolk or any other creature of the night, he knew he had to be quick to fix up his enclosure. And as he only had three days left before he would already start to feel the effect of the waxing Moon, as she would be almost fully round, he headed to the hardware store.

Sihtric strolled through the store with a shopping cart, agitated by one of its wheels as it malfunctioned and abruptly brought the cart to an awkward halt every now and then with a loud squeak that hurt his ears and drew attention. He cursed under his breath as he fought with the cart while he searched for the materials he needed. The full Moon wasn't here yet, but Sihtric was already more sensitive than during the other moon phases, and he kicked the cart's wheel in his frustration when it blocked once again and caused him to bump into the cart. To his delight, he quickly found the aisle he was searching for, and he loaded the limp cart with several heavy metal chains, as well as the tools he needed to secure them again.

And it was then, when he wanted to struggle with the cart to the self checkout, that he suddenly froze as he caught a familiar scent closeby that made his heart skip several beats.

You gritted your teeth as you searched for a specific colour of paint. Months had passed since Sihtric had scratched up the paint job on the outside of your windowsill, and you couldn't bear to look at it anymore. It was horrible, the claw markings clearly visibly as they had left dark scratches on the white surface. The fact that those scratches were there was not even the worst part of it all. No, the worst of it was that you knew you had to repaint the entire outside part of your house after touching up the scratches, because it had been a while since you had applied the paint, and the white had turned a rather light grey overtime.

You internally cursed your werewolf ex-boyfriend as you roamed past the various shades of paint. It had been months, but you still loved Sihtric, and in truth you knew it was going to be hard to remove the last physical memory you had of him. To make matters worse, you finally spotted the paint you were looking for at the top shelf, which you couldn't possibly reach. You sighed, clearly annoyed, and looked around for an employee who could help you, but it seemed they were all on their lunch breaks. You groaned as you wanted to make your way back to the paint aisle, but stopped when you spotted a man who looked tall enough to reach that top shelf. He had his back turned to you as he seemed to stare down into his shopping cart, and you cleared your throat as you walked up to him.

'Excuse me,' you chuckled awkwardly, 'could you maybe help me-'

You immediately stopped talking when the man turned around, and it felt as if the ground beneath your feet crumbled away. You stopped breathing as you studied him, for he looked so different. The man was handsome, so very handsome, with his well kept goatee and interesting haircut; dark curls on one side while the other half was shaved. For a moment you figured it couldn't possibly be him, but those mismatched eyes were undoubtedly the same you had looked into various mornings.

'S… Sihtric?' you managed to breathe as your cheeks warmed up.

He stared at you, dead silent, while his Adam's apple bopped in his throat as he swallowed hard before he finally opened his mouth to speak after what felt like forever.

'I… I,' he stammered with a shaky voice, 'I'm sorry, you must have mistaken me for someone else.'

He quickly averted his eyes and turned on his heels, ready to push his cart and leave the store as fast as he could. But the cart stalled again as the limp wheel refused to cooperate, and forced him to suffer being around your presence a little longer. Your scent drove him mad, in every possible way, and he felt a mild panic inside of him. You were fast to grab his arm and stepped around to face him.

'Sihtric,' you said again, fully convinced this time as his voice had betrayed him too, 'please… I… I've been thinking of you,' you blurted out.

Your eyes darted over his face while he just stood there, nailed to the ground and clearly at war with himself, fighting urges inside of him. You took in his new look while he dared to bring his eyes back onto you, his new haircut was bold and strange, but you couldn't deny he made your heart beat just as fast as the first time you had met him.

'I've been thinking of you every day,' you said as you finally released his arm, 'have… have you been thinking of me?'

Sihtric looked down at his feet, then showed a quick pained and broken smile as he shrugged lightly.

'Of course,' he half mumbled and shyly rubbed his arm, 'of course I have. You're… you're all I think of, still.'

You smiled faintly and felt your cheeks heat up again. You stared at each other, unsure of what to do next. Part of you wanted to slap his face for telling you to get out of his life and break your heart, and the other part of you wanted to grab his face and kiss him, stumbling into the shelves and making out steamingly on the floor of the hardware store for everyone to see. But you did neither of those things.

'Where have you been?' you asked, breaking the long silence, 'I heard you quit at the vet a little while ago.'

'I didn't quit,' Sihtric said softly, 'I'm on temporary leave.'

'But why?'

'I just, I don't know. I had to take care of things.'

'I see,' you nodded, still confused by his vague answer, and then you looked into his cart, 'so, eh, renovating?'

'Something like that,' he chuckled faintly, 'what brings you here?'

'I need paint, but I can't reach it…'

Sihtric broke into a genuine smile and followed you to grab you the bucket of paint.

'Renovating?' he jested.

'Something like that,' you smiled, 'you left some… marks. I haven't gotten around to fix that up yet.'

'I'm sorry,' Sihtric said, immediately tormented again by the horrible night, and he sighed as a sense of panic crept up once more, 'well, look… I just… I-I have to go-'

'Sihtric, please,' you stopped him again, 'please. I'm worried about you. And I…,' you swallowed hard and half whispered, 'I miss you. I really fucking miss you.'

Sihtric stared at you, the tears glistened in his eyes as he sniffed and scratched his goatee in an attempt to hide his emotions.

'I miss you too,' he mumbled.

'Can we talk, please? Not here, not right now. But can we meet up somewhere later?'

Sihtric wasn't sure about your offer. He desperately wanted to talk to you and be close to you again, but he was afraid it would only make his unhealed wounds deeper as he still loved you with all his heart. You suggested to meet at a pub later that evening, but as you left the store with trembling hands, you still weren't sure if he was going to show up.

You waited outside the pub and hoped Sihtric would show, otherwise you'd look like a fool waiting at the door for twenty minutes already. The place was crowded inside, as were the streets, and suddenly your eye caught the Moon as she crept up the darkened sky when you looked up. You began to feel nervous, reminiscing over everything that had happened prior to your break-up, and you wondered if maybe it had been a mistake to try and see where you and Sihtric stood right now.

You would never deny that you were still in love with him, and had been all this time, despite the horrors and gruesome truths you had discovered about him and his being. If anything, you understand his werewolf identity more now after all the research you had done, and it even had gotten as far as sparking a new curiosity inside of you. But before you could disappear into your newfound interest, you were startled when Sihtric suddenly stood behind you and spoke softly in your ear.

'Caught you,' he chuckled softly with a hint of darkness.

But the mischief quickly fell off his face when you turned around, and he once again remembered what he had lost that night in the woods; you. You and that smile of yours, the one you flashed him now upon seeing him. The smile that made him weak instantly and made him want to cup your cheeks and nuzzle your nose softly in between peppering you with kisses all over. He'd do anything to be able to do that again. He'd try every other superstition that could potentially break his werewolf curse that he hadn't tried yet, no matter how gruesome, no matter the cost. If only he could have you again and love you like no other living being ever could.

'Hey,' you smiled, relieved, 'I wasn't sure if you were going to show.'

'Neither was I,' Sihtric confessed.

You noticed he avoided eye contact, and the sudden trembling of his lower lip betrayed the fact he was on the verge of tears.

'Well,' you broke the painful silence, 'can I… at least get a hug?'

Sihtric shrugged lightly and scrunched his nose as he sniffed, then held his arms open and invited you in his embrace. You wrapped your arms around him, allowing yourself to sink in his warm and strong arms which you had dreamt of nearly every night.

'I've missed your arms around me,' you murmured in his ear.

You fought your own tears now while you heard Sihtric sniffle quietly, and his grip suddenly tightened as his chest heaved up and down fast, as if a state of panic had captured him.

'I… I-,' he stammered with a shaky voice, 'I just can't breathe without you. It feels as if I can't breathe without you,' he almost wheezed, 'I… I need… I just need you.'

You tried to step back, wanting to look at him as you could sense he started to slip further into an abrupt form of panic, but you couldn't get out of his grip. A sudden low growl started to sound from deep down his throat, while his heavy breaths slowly changed into murmured grunts.

His head was spinning as the intensity of every sound, sight and smell around him grew stronger, slowly driving him mad as his ears were ringing. His clothes felt too tight, the street lanterns and pub signs were too bright and the people too loud. But even louder was the buzzing of his own blood in his ears, as well as the sound of your beating heart inside your chest, and he suddenly bared his teeth with a silent snarl as you managed to take a step back. You took his face while his hands found your waist, squeezing you firmly but not all unpleasant, and you forced eye contact as you spoke to him as soothingly as possibly.

'Sihtric? Sihtric listen to me. You need to calm down,' you said compassionately, but not without fright as his mismatched eyes occasionally glowed, 'just breathe. You can breathe, I promise. I'm here… I'm here, okay?' you said with a soft sob, 'I'm not going anywhere, you hear me?'

While Sihtric fought his urge to shift, as his emotions were almost unbearable and he just wanted to hide, you managed to gradually calm him down and suggested you'd go for a walk instead of a drink at the pub. You worried that any slight cause of frustration might tip Sihtric over the edge, thus shifting into a gigantic werewolf and tearing up the place as well as everyone in it, which was the absolute last thing you wanted. You took his hands and pulled him with you, out of the busy street and near the entrance of a quiet and dark alley where you sat down on a public bench that overlooked the river which ran through the darkened city.

Sihtric calmed down while his trembling hands held yours, and he finally dared to look at you again as he stopped fighting his tears.

'Pushing you away from me was the biggest mistake of my life,' he spoke softly, with a broken voice, 'I thought it would be better for you, but it's… and maybe it was, but for me-' he stopped and buried his face in his hands while he cried.

You wrapped your arms around his jerking shoulders, letting your tears run freely along with his, and you told him you understood why he had pushed you away and that walking out on him was your biggest regret too. You told him that after the split you had started researching his wolf being, and that you understood him so much better now and everything that came with it. Sihtric felt relieved to hear that it seemed you had accepted his darker side, but he dreaded telling you what he had been up to while you were broken up…

'Have you been with someone else?' he eventually asked as both your tears had dried.

'What?' you scoffed, 'oh, please. As if you couldn't smell.'

'I could,' Sihtric admitted with a chuckle, 'but have you?'

'I haven't,' you rolled your eyes with a soft smile, 'what about you?'

'Really?' he frowned and feigned offence.

'Look, I know your sex drive, Sihtric,' you shrugged, 'so I'm just asking.'

'Well, I haven't been with anyone else,' Sihtric sighed, 'I mean… no one wants to be with a monster, do they?'

You sat in silence for a long time, just staring out into the darkness together, until you took his hand again and said, 'It was a mistake to break up, wasn't it?'

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Through The Echoes.

Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count:1,025

He shows up at your house covered in mud in the rain, but the problem is, he died two months ago.

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Two months, that's how long ago Eddie's funeral had been. There hadn't even a body in that dark wood casket, just a bouquet of white roses and guitar pick on a chain necklace set on top of the casket as it was lowered into the ground.

It had been a quiet gathering of people, his uncle Wayne, who still believed his poor nephew had lost his life to the devastation of the so-called earthquake, and you, and his new-found group of friends who knew the much stranger truth.

Robin wrapped a comforting arm around your shoulders as you shook with quiet sobs, holding your head in your hands, knowing that you would never get the chance to ever see Eddie again. To tell him what he means to you. To tell him how you feel for him way deeper than friends do.

That was two months ago.

The rain patters heavily against the windows as you tie your hair back, getting yourself ready for bed, taking one last longing look at the picture sitting on your dressing table. It was a four picture collage of you and Eddie from a photo booth, pulling increasingly silly faces at the camera to make each other laugh. He had taken you to the fair that had come to town, showing off his skills in trying to win you the giant stuffed teddy, which he had done with an all-too cocky smirk.

Your heart pulls when you look at that picture, the unassuming innocence of two people who didn’t know what was waiting ahead of them.

You kiss the photo in the frame, as you had done every night, before setting it back down on your dressing table and getting into bed.

Just as you were about to reach for the book on the bedside drawer, to read a few chapters before falling into an ultimately restless sleep, you’re roused by a heavy fist knocking at your front door. The sound echoing throughout the house. You untangle yourself from the sheets and reach for your dressing gown before sliding into your slippers and padding your way downstairs.

Who could that be at this hour? And what on earth could they possibly want that it couldn't have waited until morning?

However, it wasn't the splatter of cold rain that had your blood running cold as you opened the door, no.

There, stood in the doorway was Eddie, your Eddie, clothes sodden through and caked in mud. His dark eyes are red-rimmed as though he hadn’t known a decent night's sleep in a long time. The once familiar bounce of his frizzy hair is now plastered to his skin, raindrops clinging to the wet strands.

You could scarcely believe what you were seeing. Was this some kind of sick dream that you were going to wake up from at any moment? A manifestation of your grief?

Then he spoke. As plain as day, letting you know that this wasn’t a dream, no, this was real.

“I didn’t know where else to go.” he mumbles out, sadness and exhaustion clear in his voice.

Then, as if on auto-pilot, you bring your arm around him, ushering him into your house and upstairs to your bedroom, giving him a towel to dry himself off with.

“I-uh, I’ve still got some of your old clothes, you know so you can have something warm to change into.” you say shakily, handing him over an old Black Sabbath t-shirt and a pair of plaid pyjama bottoms.

He had left a few of his things in your room from the countless times he’d stayed over, staying up with you late into the night just talking. You had fully intended on giving them back to him, but after losing him you just couldn’t bring yourself to part with them. Not when they still smelled so much like him. That familiar warm smoky scent that lingered on the soft cotton of his shirts.

The unspoken question of ‘how are you even here right now?’ hangs in the air as silence falls between you.

“Right, well I’ll give you some space to get changed.” you tell him as you take the damp towel from his hands and take it to the laundry hamper down the hall.

When you return to your room you see him as he’s pulling the t-shirts hem down his body, your eyes catching on the sliver of skin, the angry red scratches and splotchy purple bruises that litter his body.

The silence between you both is awful. You used to be able to talk about everything and anything, no topic was off the table, conversation with Eddie was so easy.

“I guess I owe you an explanation, and by God I wish I could give it to you, I really do, but I just don’t know what happened to me.”

“Eddie..” you start, but what were you going to say to that? Where have you been all this time? I thought you were dead? Everyone’s missed you. I’ve missed you.

“I don’t remember anything, all I could remember is you, and I don’t know, just the thought of you brought me comfort when I felt lost and alone, and I knew that I had to find you. That I had to come back to you.” he said, his shoulders slumping as his head hangs down, hiding his face from you with his dark shaggy hair.

“Eddie, look at me, please.” you say with a steady breath falling from your lips. “Whatever you need, I’m going to be here for you. I’m going to help you, okay? I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you ever again, I swear.”

“I don’t know if you can help me.” he sounds so scared and unsure of himself and it shatters your heart to pieces. “I keep hearing things, and seeing things that I don’t understand and everything just always feels so fucking dark.”

You wrap your arm around his cold, frail and bony frame, pulling him closer to your warmth.

“We’ll figure something out, I promise.” you chance a gentle kiss to his shoulder. “We’ll do this together.”

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"You don't think I could be a Dom?"

A story whose elements were voted on by all ya'll beautiful people as my thank you to my first 100 (+) followers!

Summary (with % of votes): An Austin Story (38.5%) with a Friends to Lovers trope(a whopping 79.2%), in which a Dominant Austin (56%) ends up showing you that he can indeed Edge and Overstim (52.2%) the fuck out of You (65.4%)

Warnings: Dom/Sub, cock warming, timed cocksucking, unprotected PiV, a little shove/jolt to the chest, use of possessive pronouns, edging, overstimulation, cuming like a rockstar inside you, a fucking rockstar.

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"You don't think I could be a Dom?"

You aren’t sure exactly how you got here. Staring into his face, a pool of juices threatening to moisten your delicates.

You had known Austin for years, both part of the same group of friends in your late teens and early twenties. Couples had broken up, people had gone their separate ways, but you still kept in touch with Austin, still cajoled him into dinner with you and a couple others every other month or so. At least when he’s in town.

This night, it had ended up being only you two for the first time, everyone else adulting so hard that they couldn’t make it.

It had started as a dare between him and his then girlfriend years ago, before they broke up. They had been playing “Never have I ever” with their rowdy and now somewhat drunk group of friends.

“Never have I ever read fanfic about Austin,” one of them had said.

Austin looked down, laughing and shy. You and his then girlfriend both laughed and took big swigs of your drinks.

“You’ve never read one?” his girlfriend had said, looking at him shocked, “Oh babe, they are so funny you have to, I DARE you!”

“This isn’t a game of truth or dare!” he had declared.

“It is now!” You had said, laughing.

You pulled up one on the laptop and started reading it outloud to the group. It was riotous.

Then there were just a few odd stories, clumsily jotted down by (presumably) teens that had little to no clue about crafting a story, let alone how to use punctuation and grammar. The sex knowledge was basic, little more than ardent attempts to relieve the author's own horniness. With social media then in its fetal stages, being open about sex was a bit more taboo than now.

“I dunno,” he had said when his girlfriend had rolled her eyes at the stories, “It’s weirdly flattering, if a little awkward. I think it’s brave of them to try and express themselves, even more so to actually put it out there.” He was so vulnerable and kind, even then. You thought it made him adorable and cute, especially so when his face was red with embarrassment.

It has been years since you teased him about being an internet muse. But you never stopped reading them. It was your guilty pleasure, the one allowance you made yourself about your secret crush.

“Remember those stories about you?” you had said not 10 minutes ago. You two had decided to stay in and make tacos and margaritas. It had been so nice to reconnect with Austin, to see that he was still the same sweet guy and that the Hollywood machine wasn’t getting to him much.

“Oh god yes” he groaned, “I can only imagine what is out there now.”

“Oh yeah, there are several good ones, even novel length ones,” you smirked at him.

“Wait, you’ve read them?!” he asked, eyes wide.

“I get curious from time to time,” you had shrugged, “some are crazy accurate about your personality. Some are so far-fetched they are funny.”

In all honesty, you had always thought Austin was hot. You had secretly wanted him then, but you’d never be that girl. You had watched him be such an amazing boyfriend for so long. He was so kind and loving, you had watched as he took care of his Mom. You had seen his depths. You loved him to his core, but he had always remained just your friend. When his fame skyrocketed and all you tried to be was just a safe place where he could still be himself.

You had no clue that he had been having those same thoughts about you for years.

“Far fetched? Like what?” he had asked, intrigued of what she thought about him.

“Oh, like you being twisted and dark, or manipulative,” you said as he shook his head, “or you being a top, a Dom. That one makes me laugh.”

He agreed, he was not dark and twisted at heart, and he was nowhere near manipulative. But dominant? Clearly you had no clue what happens behind closed doors. You were about to find out.

“Dominant? You don’t think I could be a Dom?” he had asked with a raised eyebrow.

You had always been one of the leaders of the friend group, putting forth suggestions and making decisions when no one else wanted to. You actually liked to be dominated in bed. Given your secret crush on this man, you’d fantasized more than once about him, but never about him telling you what to do. The idea seemed absurd to you.

“You have always been so flexible and just going with the flow. I can’t remember a time that you spoke up, were contrary. I mean like when we were trying to decide what to do or where to eat.” You leaned across the table corner, putting your hand on his cheek, “Austin, you are just too sweet to take control like that.”

His eyes had narrowed to slits, and he clamped his hand on your wrist. Your intake of breath was sharp and involuntary. Your eyes widen. Electricity crackles between you two.

“Bold of you to assume that I’ve never dommed before. Do I need to show you?” his eyes on yours, his voice dropping low and nearly threatening.

And now, here you were, your whole pelvic floor tight and locked in his intense gaze. You honestly can not breathe.

You had always thought of him more like a puppy, a golden retriever eager to be around the people he loved and eager to please. This was a whole new side you’ve never seen before. You should say no, shake his grip and laugh it away. But your desire rises, buffeted by the seriousness in his eyes and the slight flare to his nostrils.

“Promises, promises,” your voice is sultry as your hands touch his chest, outlining the muscles there. He didn’t used to be this big, this defined.

“Oh, now it’s a challenge. I love a challenge,” his forehead crinkles slightly on the word ‘love’.

His body is rising, leaning forward into you, his grip still tight on your wrist. Without a lick of hesitation, his lips are pressed to yours. It’s a soft kiss but with power behind it. Nothing about his movements, his words, or even his damn aura suggests that your lips weren’t his for the taking.

His projection of power and dominance makes your will go slack and your knees weak. You think fleetingly you should just stop this, laugh it off as a joke, but you find that you simply can’t. Austin just makes you want to submit.

“Yeah, kiss me more,” you say. A feeble attempt to establish some kind of equilibrium in the situation. But he pulls away.

“Safe word?” he asks, ignoring your request.

“C- colors?” you can barely find your voice. “Green, yellow, red. I-if that’s ok?” you ask. Fuck why are you asking and not just telling him? Jesus, this took a turn quickly.

He just nods his acquiescence. You lean forward to draw him into a kiss. He lets go of your wrist and leans further away, subtly keeping his high ground.

He watches your irises expand in desire. He is internally amused at how very eager you are to submit to him. Had he known, he would have tried this years ago. You had always been such a powerhouse of a friend. Always calling shots, always planning events and making things happen. He had admired your commitment and effort in being his friend. You had always sparked him, but one or both of you always seemed unavailable. He had indeed intended to talk with you about friends with benefits, but never had he hoped an opening like this would arise. It is perfect.

“Have I rectified your opinion of my ability to take control?” he asks, voice like honey.

“Yes,” is all you can breathe out.

“Now for a most important question… color?” He is looking down at you from under his long beautiful eyelashes, his fingers tracing over your shoulders.

It takes you a second to realize that he is asking if you want to continue, for permission to keep going. You know that he would stop right now if you said it, but at this moment, wild horses couldn't drag the word ‘red’ from your lips.

‘Fuck, there is no way you are going to NOT do this,’ you tell yourself, ‘He is just too fine to turn down.’

“Green?” he prompts when you don’t answer.

“Super Green,” your body yearns towards him, begging him without words.

“Heh heh heh,” his chuckle rumbles low in his throat at your movie reference. His bottom lip is pulled in by his tongue and captured with his teeth.

“I must confess, I was hoping, with us being alone tonight, that maybe we could….. open up to new possibilities in our friendship,” he brushes hair back from your face. “And here you are being such a gem for me, like a little pearl waiting under all those clothes.” He sits back in his chair and crosses his legs. “Now be a good girl and take them off,” his voice simply requires obedience.

It was a test really, to see if you would, to see if you really meant it. He watches as you stand.

Your clothes seem to peel themselves off. You are surprised when you pull your panties off that they don’t stick to your labia with how turned on you are at this moment.

“MMM, good girl,” he praises as he stands, towering above you. His hand snakes around the back of your neck, you can feel the rings on his fingers against your occiput.

“I think such good submissiveness earned you a kiss,” he lowers those perfect lips to yours. His tongue draws light lines, gently pressing them open. He’s fucking good at it, the kissing. Your arms wrap around him, wanting to feel more of him against you. Being naked with him clothed adds an extra element to his dominance.

“I feel it’s only fair to warn you, that I’m gonna fuck you until you know nothing but my cock and my name,” his smile deviant and sexy as all hell.

He reaches behind him, grabbing your wrists again.

“Do you want my cock, little Pearl?” he asks, lips still brushing yours.

Being asked this question erases any semblance of ‘real world’. Your only reality is the one in which you are stark naked, wet between the thighs, and under the thrall of the most divine form of man since The David was sculpted. And if that form happened to belong to one of your closest friends for years? So be it.

“Oh god yeah” you say, nothing but honesty from your lips.

He brings your hands to the button fly on his jeans.

“Then take it out,” his voice vibrating with desire.

You rub your palm against him, god you’ve always wanted to see what he was packing in here.

“I didn’t tell you to fondle me,” his voice is slightly disapproving, “Just take. My cock. Out.”

He doesn't have to do anything more than speak slowly and distinctly and you are rushing to obey him. Shaking hands undo the top button on his fly, pulling the rest apart a little too eagerly but with a satisfying little rip. You see the little spot of wetness on his boxer briefs where his tip was pressed to the fabric.

Your fingertips dive into the waistband, pulling it out and down. His shaft strains against the lip of fabric keeping it in. Your hand gently slides down under his balls, nested in blonde curls. You cup them and his shaft, pulling them free. He groans out a little breath as you touch him. Your fingers and eyes linger on his cock. His shaft is long. You had assumed so. It only made sense considering his long limbs and hands. But his pretty cock, laced lightly in blue veins, was girthy too. He seemed to get harder under your touch.

“Better,” he says, “Put it in your mouth,” he will brook no argument.

Oh god, did he have any clue? Any idea at all how much you loved cock in your mouth? You don’t think you’ve ever said it outloud, at least not in his presence.

You sink to your knees wetting your lips on the way. Immediately your tongue is out like a supplicant waiting for communion.

He angles himself down and places his rosy pink tip on your tongue. Your eyes flutter in pleasure as you close over him. Your hand comes to his base to hold him. You slowly begin to suck and move up and down on him.

“I didn’t say to move or suck.” he says, grabbing your head, “and hands off, you do only what I say, little Pearl.’

His phone goes off and he reaches for it. “Hmmm,” he says, reading the text. He spends the next few minutes on his phone, with you on your knees in front of him, his cock in your mouth, unmoving. Spit begins to collect, dribbling out the corners. After all, he didn’t say you could swallow.

Making you hold him in your mouth while he goes about dealing with whatever needs his attention on his phone is probably the most casually dominant thing he could do. You had no idea it would be such a damn turn on.

He sneaks occasional peeks down at you and his cock twitches in your mouth. You look so fucking good warming his dick. It takes every ounce of his training not to thrust into your mouth. When he finishes doing nothing more than just playing the daily wordle on his phone, he pets your head with one hand, thumbing at his phone with the other.

“What a good little gem you are,” he praises. “Now, you have three minutes to show me what you can do with your mouth.” He clicks the timer on his phone, slides his fingers to his base to hold himself steady, “Go.”

With a little moan, you move your head back and forth, spreading all the spit on his cock. Your tongue rubs the underside of his head. Your hands stay at your sides, yearning for him to tell you what a good girl you are for him. You create a little suction, twisting your head. He feels so luxurious in your mouth. When you hear his appreciative moans you start losing yourself, your hips start squirming, your pussy pulsing, seeking friction.

The timer goes off and he pulls away, your tongue chases after him with a little whine. He leans down, bending low at the waist.

“I didn’t know you were such a good cockwhore, you sweet little thing with your sweet little tongue, “ he murmurs shakily in your ear, “now kiss me with that beautiful dirty mouth before I cum in it.”

He is insistent, kissing you hard. His tongue demands attention from your own. It’s too short lived, you want more when he pulls away. Your eyes plead as he straightens.

“So needy.” he smiles. “Get my clothes off first, my sweet Pearl.” he stands with his hands out, toeing off his shoes.

Oh lordy, you hadn’t realized just how much you wanted this, how much you had repressed your desire for him. You pull his jeans and underwear into a puddle at his feet. He steps out of them. You stand up catching the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. It takes all of 15 seconds to have him naked and towering in front of you. His hands run up and down your arms, thumbs grazing your tits.

You are just staring at him, as though you’ve never seen him before. And in a way, you haven’t, not stripped, not naked. You have always known his calm, quiet charisma, but the change in him is uncanny. He is literally giving off preternatural god-like vibes. You seriously would not be surprised to see wings sprout from his back or a rim of light sparkling behind him.

He holds your head, leaning down to kiss you fiercely. Walking you backwards, he shoves the blanket covered ottoman up against the couch with one foot. When your calves hit the low stool, one of his hands drops to your vulva. The pads of his long fingers running along your thankfully well trimmed muff.

“So wet little Pearl,” he croons, rubbing his fingers together in front of your face, “is this all for me?” he says just before he licks a flat tongue up the seam of his fingers and sucks off his tips.

You nod, your tongue is out, craving oral input.

“Oh you want some too?” his hand is back between your legs. He taps your thighs and you step apart automatically. His long fingers worm their way between your lips with little circles. Your eyes start to close.

“No no, you look right here,” his hand tightens on your neck. Your eyes open to his blue orbs mesmerizing you.

His fingers sink into you with a squelch. He swirls his fingers in deep.

“Gah, oh, huh,’ you moan at him, eyes locked.

A slow smile creeps up the corner of his lips as he pulls out two slick fingers and offers them to your mouth.

“Clean them off,” his voice is calm, with a hint of ‘or else’ in it.

You suck his fingers, not knowing how hot tasting yourself would be. Your hips pulse of their own accord. You don’t care how wanton you seem, you want him.

“Lay back sweet thing,” he licks at his lips, he fucking wants you, to be burried inside you, to feel your hot wetness suck his cock in.

You are on your back in a heartbeat with Austin kneeling between your legs.

The absolute fuck-me look that Austin gives you as he presses your legs apart nearly breaks you. But when he yanks your ass forward with a growl, you are intangibly wrecked.

“Please fuck me, Austin. Oh god I want you,” you whimper unprompted.

“Oh needy baby, Daddy’s got what you want, right here,” his tip is slipping up and down against your clit.

Your glutes are flexing, pressing your hips hungrily towards him.

“Now, now, I want to watch as I push inside,” he presses your legs apart and spreads your labia with his fingers,

His pink head splits you. Stretches you. Its so good.

“Fuck yeah,” he groans, “that’s my good girl, taking me so well.”

The way his long fingers hold your lips apart, the way his sizable cock is stretching you, the way he’s taking his time, going slow like there is not a thing else he has to do in the world. Holy fuck it’s good, better than good.

“Take it all now, little Pearl,” he pushes deep.

Austin’s cock slowly works your juicy pussy with little squelching sounds. Nothing but unrestrained noises of pleasure flow from you.

“Your pretty little lips spreading around me is fucking glorious, and this,” he flicks your clit lightly with a finger, “is all swollen and sensitive.”

Your body curls up towards him in pleasure, as you squeal.

His warm, long fingered hand splays out on your chest, thumb under one breast. He leans towards you, lightly pinning you down as his hips fluidly surge forward and glide out in a slow, steady pace.

The hand on your sternum is commanding, even though it’s only lightly placed.

He is watching you carefully as he works in you, watching for signs that your orgasm is building. Signs like your breath coming short, and the little red blotches creeping across your chest. Your repeated ‘ohs’ stretch into longer sounds. Just when he sees authentic pleasure threaten to cross your face, he stops all his movement, with just his tip in.

He wants to watch you become desperate and needy for him.

What the fuck is he doing stopping just when it’s getting good? Maybe he’s trying not to cum? You open your eyes only to find that he is watching you intently. Not deep breathing and thinking of Rome or whatever. Clearly not in danger of losing control of himself. His eyebrow lifts as if to say “oh pet, your orgasm is mine for the giving”

Your forehead creases as you rock your hips back and forth.

The wordless exchange peaks his resolve and he starts up his shallow pistoning inside you again. His fingers that were spreading you, now press your upper lips together. Fuck it feels good.

The pressure starts building again, your moans getting louder. His fingers start working back and forth, rolling your clit between your labia. It strikes you, just how fucking good Austin is with your clit, with his fingers. Your hips open more fully to him, rocking with his thrusts.

Abruptly, he takes his hand and cock away like your pussy is a hot plate. Your eyes fly open and you try to sit up. You are nearly incensed to find him slyly smiling down at you, chuckling. The pressure of his hand on your chest increases, holding you still, holding you down.

Austin watches your split second anger, then the emotions of frustration, surprise and burning desire flit across your face. It’s exactly what he wants, for you to ride that edge, to know that your pleasure belongs to him. He spreads your empty pussy and lets a long line of spit drip from his mouth. You gasp as it plops, cool onto your naked clit.

It’s fucking hot.

He lines up his dick and begins again, this time going faster. His thumb works your lubed clit. Your eyes flutter closed. Your moans come back, the red reaches for your neck, your back starts to arch and fists clench.

He stops.

“God DAMMIT!” you curse, fuming. You were thirty seconds from creaming his cock. Not used to having your orgasm dangled in front of you like a carrot on a string, your hand instinctively dives for your clit. You’ll finish it, if he won’t.

“Oh no you don’t,” his voice is calm as he captures both your wrists. His long fingers wrap around them and press back into your chest. You still feel wild, pent up energy making your hips buck, begging for friction against his cock. He jolts your joined hands into your chest, bringing you up short.

Your eyes widen in sudden surprise as you freeze, breath pushed from you.

“Now, now” he says in total control.

It’s sexy as fuck.

“Do you want more of this cock?” his blue eyes sparkle through his downward gaze as he leans over you, holding you down. He knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

You blink at him, unbelievably turned on and unbelievably close to cumming hard. All you want is to carreen over the edge.

“Do you?” His measured voice is like melted butter over you as he lets up his pressure on your torso.

You just nod slowly, keeping eye contact.

Austin hadn’t actually planned on dominating you like this right out of the gate. Having your responsive sexy body under him at last and at his mercy was trippy as hell and he is digging deep to find restraint.

“Tell me you want it,”he breathes, struggling to keep himself still.

“I do,” you whisper.

“Not like that,” he says disappointed, starting to pull out. He is shocked that he can actually feign withdrawal because he wants nothing more than to plow into you over and over until your hot, wet pussy sucks the cum from him.

“Fuck, Austin,” you say with a clenched jaw. You stare up at him. He is frozen above you, on his knees between your legs with his cock tip barely touching your entrance. His abdomen taut, chest and shoulder muscles popping with definition as he holds himself over you. He licks his lips, waiting.

Oh fucking goddess in heaven, he is beyond hot, beyond sexy. He is a fucking masterpiece.

“I want your cock, please, please. I want it driving into me. Hard and fast until I can’t think straight. Please, I want it so bad,” you are only a little surprised at how readily you beg for Austin’s cock.

He had planned to make you wait, but the intensity of your plea is just too fucking much. With a low growl he plunges into you to the hilt. Deep and hard in, slow out. Over and over and over. Hard. Deep. Slow. Hard. Deep. Slow. He watches your eyes roll back into your head and your neck arch and your chest turn blotchy again.

When he finally gives it to you, it’s like everything else pales in comparison. You may as well have never been fucked before. Your walls are clamping down on him with each stroke. His cock fills you and you are lost in the pure bliss of being fucked so deep and so masterfully. Then his palm is shaking on your mons, the mound of his thumb pressing into your clit. Thirty seconds is all you need, maybe a minute. The red advances, along with your moans. He digs his thumb a little harder onto your clit.

Filthy things start falling unbidden from your mouth.

“Oh yes, don’t stop, please. Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy! It’s so good. Fuhuhuhuhck ME!!!” you wail under him. Your back arches, muscles clenching, hips shaking.

Austin’s grip on your wrists tighten, using them as leverage to do your bidding. His hips snap deep, hard, fast; ramming into your now sodden slit.

You are so damn gorgeous thrashing for him, coming completely undone. A woman cumming is the most erotic thing, and he loves to be up close and experiencing it with all his senses.

“Ohgod ‘stoomuch, no no!” you are shaking your head side to side under him, your climax overwhelming you.

You are bucking against his grip, pushing him away and yet wanting him to never stop. Never stop pummeling your cunt, never stop making you cum on the end of his gorgeous dick. Waves of pleasure roll over you. This is what you didn’t know you were missing all this time. To be fucked so deeply and thoroughly from a man so beautiful and talented that you can’t remember your own name. Only his.

“OH MY GOD, AU- AU- AUS-TIIIN!!!”

Your screaming of his name is what finally does him in. He lets go of your hands and all of his own control, chasing his own pleasure now. His thrusts become erratic as his cum rises in his balls. He pushes deeper still with a death grip on your hips. Driving, driving, driving into you. His orgasm comes in waves, spurt after spurt fountains inside you. His head is bent forward over you, eyes screwed shut, a roar spilling from his open mouth. His spine jerks with each separate surge.

He wants to collapse on your panting, arched form. Suddenly, and weirdly he feels too gentlemanly to do so, even though he is still balls deep in you. He slumps forward instead, sweaty forehead inches from where his hands held you down.

You wrap your arms around him in a sudden roll reversal, you pull him down, cradling his body to yours.

As you recover breath, Austin’s dominant and your submissive energies drain slowly away. Realization starts to dawn on you of what you and Austin just did, what it might mean for your friendship. You refuse to let this feel awkward. You tighten your arms around him,

“I stand giddily corrected. Austin you can dominate me any old time,” you say softly.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that, “ he says, “oh not the dom part per se, just have sex with you.”

“Probably about as long as I’ve wanted it.” you say casually.

He lifts his head with a furrowed brow. “Really? Me?”

“Yes, you” you shake your head at him, so humble and so fucking good at anything he sets his mind to. “And that was surely ‘a new possibility to our friendship’, ” you mimic his words and tone from earlier, smiling down at him.

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