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sincerelyakilljoy · 25 days

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THE GOLD COIN THAT GLITTERS AND GLINTS

pairing - aventurine x gambler + debtor!fem reader length - 11.4k words warnings - nsfw/18+ content, fem!reader, some fingering (with his gloves on), slight choking, pet names (pretty girl, sweetheart, doll, etc), he's kinda mean, teasing, penetrative sex, guns (barely), gambling, aventurine whines a bit, kinda dom aventurine (?), slight coercion/threats (reader is consenting)

summary - you ran away from the IPC to penacony because of the huge debt you owed and couldnt pay. years later when youre out gambling a familiar figure appears with another offer you cant refuse.

NOTES

honestly i can see him being like this in all honesty, he definitely would be an ass tbh...this is proofread (ty to my frennn) but sorry for any mistakes :p also ive never gambled so writing that was a bit hard, so sorry if it sounds stupid

The smell of cedar and smoke fills your senses as you enter the casino, eyes scanning the floor before shifting to one of the casino’s cashier windows.

You huff as you saunter your way over to the cashier, lugging a briefcase along with you.

A sweet smile spreads along your features as you greet the cashier. “I’d like to exchange my cash.” You hum, setting your briefcase on the counter.

“For how much?” The cashier asks, clicking a few things on his kiosk before looking up at you as he reaches out and grabs the briefcase, flicking open the metal clamps and cracking it open.

“A million.” You say with a smile, watching as his face shifts with emotions you don’t even bother to acknowledge. “Hurry please, ‘m a bit busy.” Gently urging him to hurry.

Your tone is a bit rude but you don’t mean to sound like that, you’re in a rush and the face the cashier made only made you feel anxious and like he was going to take a bit too long.

The cashier only nods and hurries to transfer your money to chips, opening the briefcase to pull out the stacks of cash.

“M’sorry if I was a bit rude,” You apologize, you’re voice a bit awkward as you try to sound a bit nicer. It's not on purpose but..you’re a bit “tone deaf” per se. “I’m just in a bit of a rush.”

The cashier mumbles a “it’s fine”, clearly focused on his job at hand.

You don’t say anything more than that, only leaning forward against the counter as he deals with your money.

After a few minutes he sets a briefcase containing your poker chips on the counter, pushing the briefcase towards you. “Here you go, ma’am..”

You grab the cool handle of the briefcase, nodding a polite thank you to the cashier before walking away.

You look around the casino, looking at the games being played. Men surrounding tables with women on their arms while smoking fat cigars, some young, some much older.

You walk around a bit before seeing a poker table with an empty seat. You hum to yourself before walking over, glancing at the people seated. “Can I join?” You ask with a smile.

The other 6 people look at you, eyeing you pointedly. You can’t tell if they’re being judgemental of some sorts, their looks a bit annoying to you.

“Of course sweetheart, take a seat.” A man says, his voice drunk sounding and gruff.

You angle your head to look at him, raising a brow at the nickname he called you but you relent to not say anything more and just slide into the seat that happens to be next to the man.

As you sit the cashier deals the cards smoothly, sliding them in all directions cleanly.

After you’ve been dealt your cards you pick them up fluidly, eyeing the cards in your hands while keeping a straight face, a poker face if you will.

“Place your bet.” The dealer says, looking at the person next to him, waiting for his bet.

“Hundred thou’.” The man says, stacking his chips next to him on his left.

You swallow at the amount, a bit annoyed with how high the bet was already but what can you do?

You wait for someone to raise it but when nobody does the game starts.

You look down at your cards again, listening as the players place their bets, all of them not raising the previous price at all.

“Raise three hundred thousand.” You hum once it’s your turn, placing more chips on the table. You think to yourself whether or not it’s good to bet so much more this early on but you decide that it doesn’t matter much.

You have more money waiting for you in your account if you really needed it and to be cocky, you’re real fucking lucky.

A few at the table call while two of them fold, placing their cards face down and pushing them to the dealer before abruptly leaving, losing anything they’ve bet so far.

After the two leave the dealer places three cards face up on the table, an Ace of hearts, Seven of spades and a 3 of clovers.

You smile slightly to yourself, already seeing a in so early in the game.

Oh, you’re definitely winning this.

You won big.

Another 1.2 Million to your savings all from one match of poker. Lucky might just be your middle fucking name.

A bit smugly you get up from the poker table, collecting your neat, little chips in your briefcase, watching as the others at the table grumble curses while staring daggers at you.

You couldn’t care less. Feeling smug and cocky, winning one round is really getting to your head.

You hum a little song to yourself as you walk away, looking around for something else to play. But everything seems to be a little boring tonight, after winning so much money and one shot you didn’t know what you should play next in all honesty.

You walk around the floor, heels softly clacking on the soft, velvet floors as you eye tables for anything that even slightly grabs your attention.

That’s when you hear loud voices, someone yelling.

“This fuckers-hic- cheating..!” A drunken voice booms and nosily, you can’t help but walk over to see what’s going on.

A drunkard waving his hands at a man as a bouncer tries to grab him and calm him down.

The man seems calm, looking at the man with almost too natural looking smirk adoring his features. Blonde hair framing his face and a hat that looks like a fedora on, slightly hiding his features with rose tinted glasses on.

“Cheating? Don’t be so mad, maybe you’re just unlucky, hm?” The man says, a bit sassily while he flips a gold coin in his hand.

This seems to only enrage the drunkard who swings at the blonde man who just steps back, causing the drunk idiot to stumble and fall.

“That’s embarrassing, don’t you think?” The blonde says, a smug look on his face as he looks down at the drunk condescendingly.

You watch as the drunk gets dragged out, yelling profanities at the blonde who just shrugs it off.

You swear you’ve seen the blonde somewhere but can’t put a finger on it, so to quench your curiosity you walk over to the table.

As you walk up you look at the table, seeing its roulette you feel confident that you might get even more lucky.

You ask the dealer to join who simply says yes and you move to sit on the stool at the table, directly across from the blonde.

You attempt to get more glimpses of his face but can’t due to his hat and glasses.

The dealer calls for bets and each person places them, including yourself and the blonde across from you.

“Black, eleven.” He says, it almost seems like he’s bored as he smugly rests his chin on his palm, looking at the board as the dealer spins it.

As it spins you feel a bit nervous, roulette is more of a game of chance than anything, you just have to get lucky again.

And you do, the die landing in the slots you betted on.

You smile as chips get pushed your way, getting a slight thrill.

“Mm, seems like I wasn’t so lucky this round.” The blonde says with what seems to be a feigned sigh as he moves to pull off his hat, setting down next to him.

Then you’re painfully aware of how you recognized him.

IPC..he’s from the fucking IPC.

He smirks at you, cockily and knowingly, and you can’t help but fucking shiver from the way his eyes bore into you, almost saying “Recognize me?”

You ponder on whether or not you should act like you don’t recognize him, playing a few more times with the risk of him possibly confronting you or just walk out with your winnings with the chance of him following and confronting you.

Both seem to have the same outcome.

So you play innocent, shifting your gaze away from his with a calm face in an attempt to hide your onslaught nervousness.

You mumble your bet and push your chips forward, glancing at the blonde.

“Raise fifty million.”

He said your debt, the exact amount of money you owe to the IPC, he’s fucking with you.

You clench your jaw to save face, chewing at the inside of your cheek as you stare down at your chips.

He laughs, the sound snapping you out of whatever daze you’re in.

“I’m kidding, raise it five hundred thousand.” He hums, pushing his chips forward as he eyes you pointedly before saying his color and number.

You swallow at the eye contact, internally screaming at yourself to just leave but you don’t, either way you’d seem suspicious no matter what you did so you decide to stay, matching his bet.

The dealer spins the board and you just feel dizzy watching it, sudden waves of anxiety washing over you as you think about what might happen later.

You haven’t paid your debt in over 5 years, deciding you’d rather disappear and be a fugitive to the IPC than pay the debt you owed.

You only had them come after you once and that’s when you initially met the blonde.

Aventurine.

He was cynical, cocky and arrogant, wearing a smirk while threatening you.

The IPC had come for you when you still lived in the underground city of Belobog, broke and stupid you decided to take money from them as a loan.

A stupidly large amount of money that you didn’t even know what to do with.

Initially you didn’t want to ask for much, only a thousand or so but greed got the best of you and you just wanted to get money, so you said the price. Fifty million.

When you got the money you were shocked, the check was so huge you didn’t even think you could cash it in at the bank. You didn’t spend much of the money until you heard more about the IPC, when they started to get exposed for their inhumanity.

“You took how much from the IPC?!” Your boss nearly blew your eardrums out with her shouting and you only looked at her stupidly, like you were caught doing something obscene.

“F..fifty mil- but I’ll pay it back! I’ll just take it slow..y’know..” You mumble, rubbing the back of your neck nervously as you lean back against the bar's counter.

“Girl, I don’t think you know how serious the IPC are about their money…” Her tone is serious, eyes boring into you with worry and fear. “You don’t understand what they’ll do to get every last dollar back, down to the penny.”

You roll your eyes, picking up the broom that was leaning on the counter next to you.

“What? They'll take my stuff? Newsflash, I don’t have shit.” You hum ignorantly, slowly starting to sweep the floor.

“Girl, they will take you.” She grabs your wrist, it’s not tight or anything but she squeezes ever so slightly to let you know, she’s not kidding.

“If you don’t pay it back in the time they gave you in your contract, you're screwed. You don’t know what they will do to ya’.”

You roll your eyes for the upteenth time, completely ignoring her worries even though she seems scared for you.

“Honestly, I’ll pay it back. Don’t worry too much, I’ll be okay.” You sigh softly, placing your hands on your boss’s shoulders, massaging softly in an attempt to soothe her worries.

“It’s not like they’ll threaten to kill me or anything.”

Those words rang through your head a year later, after missing nearly every payment required of you. It was only a matter of time they came for you.

You pant heavily, watching as IPC troops stormed into your dingy, little apartment that you made home. Breaking picture frames, plates and anything else that got in their way.

You’re backed up into a corner of your kitchen, two IPC troops pointing guns at you as they seem to wait for someone else to come deal with you.

“W-what are y-” you’re interrupted by a gun shoving you in your stomach, pushing you back into the kitchen counter.

“Shut your mouth!” The trooper shouted, keeping his gun pressed to your abdomen, twisting it into your skin, making you cry out.

You stand there, shaking as you watch them tear you home apart.

In that moment all you can do is regret, regret taking the money while deep down knowing you weren’t going to even be able to pay the monthly payments, especially with the insane interest that was added to your debt.

With shuddering breaths you watch as someone else enters your apartment, seemingly dressed to the nines, you ponder on whether or not you could even afford a single piece of string used for his clothes.

He walks in, rudely stepping on the photos that were left scattered on the floor. He looks around, humming at the sigh of your home in shambles before turning to you.

“My, my…couldn’t have expected this..could you?” His voice is sickeningly condescending while keeping up his feigned friendly tone as he walks towards you, pulling off his rose tinted glasses that he simply tucks into a pocket.

You clench your jaw as he walks towards you, getting so close you’re practically huffing the expensive cologne he wears.

The IPC troops step out of the kitchen, leaving you and the blonde alone.

“Hm, this place looks awfully…” He starts, turning his head to look at the state of your home. “Lived in, hm?” He looks at you, tilting his head to the side as he wears a disgusting smirk.

You don’t reply, only staring up at him in hatred and fear, knuckles turning white from how hard you’re gripping the counter behind you.

“Can’t speak? That’s fine,” He shrugs, his eyes never leaving your face as he steps back a bit, giving you a bit of room in the small kitchen.

“You’re at least a bit aware of who I am, yes?” He asks, folding his arms as he looks at you.

You shake your head slowly. “I only know the IPC in general…nothing more.” You respond, your voice a bit shaky as you try to hold yourself together.

“Well, you do know what debt collectors are in general, right?” He hums, looking at you as he waits for you to answer.

And when you don’t, he’s stepping forward once again. You raise a brow as you watch him step forward before a sharp yelp is pulled from your lips as his gloved hand comes out to roughly grab your jaw, yanking your face so close to him his nose brushes against your cheek.

“Right?” He sneers into your ear his tone losing its feigned friendliness, only a tone of disgust and malice lacing his voice. He tightens his grip on your jaw and it feels like he might be able to just pull it off.

You wince at the feeling, feeling your eyes water from the pain alone. So you squeak out a “yes” and thankfully he lets go but doesn’t step back.

“I’d advise you to use your words,” He sighs, sounding all too relaxed but it makes sense cause he’s not the one in the situation at hand. “I can be patient but at the moment patience isn’t enough, due to the fact we’ve already have been soo patient and kind to you for the past year.”

You listen in silence, rubbing your sore jaw as you start daggers at him.

“What’s with that look? You’ve more or less brought this upon yourself..” He laughs and it makes you feel sick to your stomach. “Let me explain to you what’s going to happen from today onwards,” He hums, taking out a gold coin before starting to toy with it in his fingers.

“Right now you still owe about forty nine million eight hundred fifty dollars, somehow you managed to pay the one hundred and fifty thousand dollars that you owed one month but for some reason you never paid the monthly payments again.” He looks you up and down, flicking the coin up into the air before catching it in his hand.

“So, what happened to all the money you took?” He asks, tilting his head to the side slightly as he stares at you, still wearing a smug smile.

“I..I gave it away to people.” You lie, although you did give a lot of it away to friends, family or others in need you put the rest of it up. Why didn’t you just pay the monthly payments with that money? You didn’t even know, assuming that the IPC wouldn’t do anything to you for that money and the fact they probably have trillions of dollars to their name.

What’s a measly fifty million?

Clearly a lot if they’re doing this.

“Gave it away?” He repeats, raising a brow. “Generous aren’t you?” He says, before stepping closer to you once again.

“Let’s make a bet.” He positions the gold coin on his thumb and forefinger in a flicking position. “I’ll flip a coin, if you guess which side it lands on correctly I’ll give you some leeway, seventy five percent less interest and another year and a half to pay it back. How’s that sound?”

You stare at him with uncertainty, swallowing thickly as your hands tighten into fists, nails digging into your palm, leaving deep crescent shapes behind in your skin.

This man just stormed your house and trashed it to hell…how are you supposed to believe a single thing he says.

“I know, how are you supposed to believe a thing I say?” He says, practically reading your mind and it scares you a bit. “Trust me…you’ll want to take this offer.”

His tone feels like he’s not lying and the way he’s staring at you feels like burning holes right into you, silently telling you to hurry up and answer.

You exhale a shaky sigh before nodding. “Deal.”

“Hmph, good choice.” He hums before flipping the coin, smoothly catching it with his left hand. “Heads.” His voice is low as he stares you in the eyes, piercing you with his gaze as he clenches the count in his gloved hand.

“Tails.” You mutter, your voice shaky and quiet as you advert your gaze, looking down at his hand to avoid his eyes. Holding your breath in fearful anticipation as you wait for the reveal.

Slowly he opens his hand, the coin flipped on tails.

You let out a shuddering breath of relief as you see the coin, basically collapsing back against the counter as you hold back tears that threaten to roll down your cheeks.

“Awe, relieved are you?” He coos, voice sickeningly sweet and laced with condescendence.

He moves closer to you, invading your space as you back up instinctively, bumping against the counter that traps you. He reaches out and grabs your chin, not as harshly as before but firm enough to force you to look up at him.

“You’re quite lucky and here I was, ready to drag you out of here by the hair.” He laughs cynically, trailing one of his gloved fingers along your jaw. “Next time,” He starts, inhaling through his nose. “I won’t be so lenient. Next time, I’ll make sure you pay off your debt by any means the IPC sees fit, and trust me when I say this,”

He leans in, breath fanning against your ear. “You’ll fucking wish you were dead.”

Those words ring in your ears, years later, in this moment. You’re screwed, screwed in ways you couldn’t even imagine.

You regret not just paying it back, you should’ve just paid it back. You don’t even know why you got so cocky, developing a gambling habit and deciding to run away, changing your name and doing whatever you can to disappear.

You went to Penacony, thinking it may be a safe haven due to how many people come and go there..but clearly it isn’t, now that you’re stuck in this unwinnable situation.

If you could, you'd drop to your knees and pray, maybe even lick the bastard's shoes while you’re at it. But you’re quickly snapped out of your thoughts when you see chips getting pushed your way.

“Miss? You’ve won again.” The dealer says simply, pushing chips towards you.

You inhale sharply, knowing the amount may well be over the money you’ve already won. You’re feeling real lucky now.

You decide to push your luck.

So, you put on a pretty smile, collect your chips and fucking book it.

Well not exactly, running in the casino will just make you seem stupid and suspicious so you turn, take your winnings and walk away, walking to a kiosk to cash out.

Maybe it’s the paranoia but you swear that you can feel Aventurines eyes boring into you, feeling that piercing gaze sting your back, even when you’re away from where that man is. Yeah, you need to hurry the fuck up.

Quickly, you shove your winning into your briefcase before speed walking out of the casino.

You contemplate whether or not you should go back to your hotel room. The IPC could be there, waiting for you to show up.

Instead of heading straight home, you go and walk around the city, trying to figure out what to do and where to go next. You’ve already done so much to get away, erasing yourself from Belobog completely and they still found you.

At this point it seems like you’ll have to fake your own death just to get away.

You walk around Penacony, taking in the sights as if it’s your first time there. Honestly, you’re just doing this to distract yourself. And you’re thinking and thinking about what you could’ve done differently back then and the answer is so painfully obvious. Never take the money.

If you felt like it, you would kick yourself for being such an idiot.

You walk through Penacony’s shopping district, not looking to buy anything at the moment but it’s nice to just look.

As you’re walking you see three IPC troops in the distance, talking to some woman while showing them a photo.

You freeze, wondering if they could be asking about you.

I mean, there’s tons of people in debt with the IPC, they wouldn’t do this much for one person…right?

Wrong.

You watch as the woman glances around, the IPC troops filling her gaze before their sights land on you.

One of them shouts at you and this time, you fucking book it.

Quickly pulling your heels off your feet to carry as you run in the direction of your hotel. You’re sure they’re on your ass, hearing heavy footsteps behind you as you run.

As you’re running you see a tight alley, dark and long. You look over your shoulder and see that they’re far behind but close enough to catch you if you take one wrong move.

Quickly you duck into the alley, hiding behind random clutter that’s in the alley.

You wait a second before hearing the troops stomp past the alley, yelling “where is she?!”.

You sigh a breath of relief, clutching your chest. You can’t believe you managed to lose them, panting and tired you laugh slightly to yourself, wondering how the hell they were so stupid.

You wait about thirty minutes before walking out the alley and running to your hotel, which conveniently was nearby. Although you look silly, running barefoot while carrying your heels and a big ass suitcase, you couldn’t care, hurrying into the building and to your hotel room.

You shove yourself into your room, shutting the door behind you before collapsing back against it, panting and breathing heavily as you slide down onto the floor, ultimately relieved.

Once you’re calmed down and caught your breath you get up to look around your hotel room, making sure nobody’s in there hiding to catch you off guard. You look in the kitchen area, being so paranoid you open the cabinets, searching the inside ‘cause honestly, the assholes could be hiding anywhere.

You check the bathroom next, yanking open the shower curtain and sighing a breath of relief as you see nobody’s there. You walk out the bathroom, sighing as you start to unzip your dress, exhausted and in dire need of a shower. You start to slip out your dress when you hear a voice clear its throat.

You whip your head around and see the blonde bastard, comfortably sitting in the recliner that came with your room.

You don’t even know how and when he got in but the thought of him being able to come in without you noticing sends a chill up your spine.

“Nice room,” Aventurine hums, looking at you with a disgusting smirk that makes your blood run cold as he flips his gold coin in his fingers. “Now, how can you afford this room, a trip to the beautiful place of Penacony and of course, your gambling habit but cant pay back the debt you owe?” He sneers, a disgusting tone of voice that hides his hostility, a mocking sound of friendliness slipping from his lips.

You can't even respond, you've been caught. You stand in the mini hallway of your hotel room, hands balled into fists as you try to think of something to say but you can't. You're scared, really fucking scared. All you can think is about his threats, is he going to kill you? Enslave you to the IPC as some sort of labor worker until you pay off your debt?

You're frozen, completely frozen even as he stands and walks towards you, piercing eyes boring into you, feeling like he can burn holes straight through your body with his eyes alone.

You take a deep, shuddering breath as he gets closer to you, eyes already watering just from his presence. “I’m s..sorry..” You mumble, looking at him a bit pitifully.

“Hm,” Aventurine grabs your balled fists, easily opening your hand, revealing deep crescents dug into your skin from your nails. You flinch with his every movement, breath hitching as he unballs your fists. “You're only sorry you got caught, be honest with your apologies.” He runs his fingers over the marks on your palm, tracing circles over them. “Honestly, it wasn't very hard to find you. Rather simple actually.” He hums, releasing your hands. “It was a bit obvious you'd be here but since you've done so much to get rid of yourself, it took us a while. But you know what happens now, yes?”

You're dead silent, not even knowing what to say in this situation, you can't apologize, you can't bargain and you can't pay. You can only beg.

“i..i'm sorry.. I swear.. please..do..don't..” You start to cry, shaking and staring down at your feet and your hands move to clutch at your dress. “P..please…” You say with a grovely tone, voice shaky as you try to look up at him, eyes bleary with tears making it hard to see him, but you don't even know if you want to see his face.

“Aww, don't cry,” Aventurine coos, voice laced with feigned sweetness as he reaches up to cup your cheek, gloved thumb swiping your tears away. You flinch away from his touch, still crying and sniffling as he looks down at you. His touch is disgustingly tender, softly brushing away your tears as if he cares but when you look at the look on his face it's one of condescendence and power, smirking as if he's getting a kick out of seeing your tears.

“Do you want help? Ill bargain with you one last time, how does that sound?” His voice disturbs you, making you shudder in fear. “If not, I'll just take you away now.”

It sounds like he wants you to take the deal, his second sentence a clear threat to force you into taking the deal. And like an idiot, you silently nod.

He smirks even wider at this, both hands moving to cup your face and force you to look up at him, his hold is firm, making sure you wont move your head to look away. “Is that a yes? Use your words, sweetheart.” He disgusts you, you hate him. Your mind screams insults at him, but all you do is play exactly into his hand. “Y..yes..”

You feel horrible, but you dug yourself this grave and you’re painfully aware of that.

He grins widely, hands holding your face firmly. “Spend the night with me.”

You do a double take, flinching and attempting to move away but his hands slide down to your waist, gripping it firmly to keep you still while squeezing hard enough that the feeling has you wincing in pain.

You look at him with a shocked expression, eyes wide with your brows furrowed and curved. You open your mouth as if you were going to say something but can't get anything out a few sputters of jumbled words.

“Huh? Cat got your tongue?” He coos, tilting your face up with his thumb and forefinger, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks. “Take this deal and your debt is gone, zero cents owed to your name..”

You dont reply, eyes shut as you think. You hate this man but you can't deny that he is attractive and you really need the IPC off your ass. Pushing down your pride you respond. “Okay..”

You accepted the deal all too quickly. Selling yourself out without a second thought or consideration of how just accepting this deal would affect you in the future.

After you utter those words his lips are on yours, kissing you in a way that contradicts the way he acts. Your hands tug at the sides of your dress, as you squeeze your eyes shut, unsure of what to do.

His gloved hand slides up to cup the side of your neck as he breaks the kiss, looking at you with low eyes. “First kiss, hm?” He murmurs, his thumb swiping against your bottom lip.

“You wish.” You mutter, looking away from him. You can’t help though as your breath hitches, feeling his thumb against your bottom lip.

“Ah, feisty aren’t you? Yet here you are, at my mercy.” He grins, sliding his hand to grab the back of your neck, tugging you closer so you’re pressed flush against him. You gasp at the movement, your own hand coming up to grab at his forearm, gripping onto the expensive fabric.

“Quite pretty too…it’s too bad you make such stupid decisions..” He murmurs before capturing your lips once again, his free hand grabbing your hip gently and pulling you closer against him while his other hand stays on the back of your neck, massaging the skin with his thumb.

You slowly feel your resolve crumble, the line between circumstances and your own free will starting to blur as you lean more into the kiss, your hands sliding up to grab onto his shoulders, squeezing them slightly.

You feel his hand trailing down your spine to your lower back, splaying his hand out and gently pushing you forward so you press against him more firmly.

You sigh shakily against his lips, letting your body press more against his as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

He groans softly, his tongue teasing the seam of your lips before gently slipping into your mouth, tongue sliding against yours while his hands slip to your hips, grabbing them and pulling your hips against his, his leg gently nudging between yours.

You gasp into the kiss when he pulls your hips against his, your fingers starting to tangle in his blonde hair as you kiss him with more urgency, pressing your chest flush against his as you tilt your head opposite to his, further deepening the kiss as you whine softly.

He nips at your lower lip with his teeth, leaving a stinging pain behind before soothing it with his tongue, making you gasp shakily in response. “You're so needy,” He muses, starting to trail wet kisses and love-bites along your jawline and down your neck while his hands squeeze your hips firmer.

He bunches the part of your dress that's by your hips in his hands, letting it ride up your legs before he nudges his thigh up between them, pressing against your most sensitive spot. You leg out a shuddering moan before moving your hand to cover your mouth.

He pulls away to look at you, his once brutal gaze turned to one clouded with lust. “Don't cover your mouth sweetheart,” He coos, his voice lower and throaty but still holding that same condescending tone as he leans in and you can swear you hear the smirk in his voice when he whispers in your ear. “I want to hear those pitiful, little moans you make.”

Right after saying that, his grip tightens on your hips as he starts to move you, guiding you to grind against his thigh while he sucks and nips at your neck; leaving dark spots behind that feel hot on your skin. You let out a broken moan in response, your arms wrapping around his neck tighter while you bury your face into his shoulder. Fingers digging into his clothed upper back while you gasp and whimper, starting to move your hips along with his guidance.

At this point you can feel how embarrassingly wet you are, the insides of your thighs slick and your panties aren’t faring any better, practically drenched at this point.

You hear him let out a breathy laugh as you start to move your hips on your own. He runs his tongue along your neck to your earlobe before nipping it. “Fuck youre soaked..i can feel it through my pants..” He murmurs into your ear as he starts to move your hips faster against his thigh. “These were expensive too..are you going to pay for the cleaning or am i gonna have to add this to your debt..?” He smirks, running his tongue along the shell of your ear.

You whine in response, knowing that any words that might come out your mouth will just sound like gibberish.

You start to ride his thigh faster, trying to get to the edge as soon as possible. He groans in your ear softly as he feels you move faster, his hands tightening around your hips with a bruising grip as he laves his tongue along the sensitive skin of your neck.

Your thighs start to twitch as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge, the pressure in your lower stomach building quickly as your moans and movements get needier. Aventurine starts to trail kisses down your neck to your collarbone, his left hand leaving your hip to reach up and tug the straps of your dress off your shoulders, causing your dress to slack and fall.

He tugs the top of your dress down, freeing your breasts from the confines of your clothes, causing you to shudder as you feel the cold air of the room hit your breasts. He smirks and raises a brow, looking at you with blown pupils when he sees that you're not wearing a bra, his left hand sliding down your shoulder to cup one of your breasts, his gloved hand squeezing and massaging while he leans down, dragging his tongue along your breast before nipping the swell of it, making you gasp.

“So fucking pretty…” He groans before capturing your nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardening bud before sucking harshly. He presses his thigh against you more firmly, drawing out a moan he finds oh-so pretty.

You rut your hips against his thigh faster, feeling like the building pressure in your abdomen is going to burst at any second.

A whimper bubbles in your throat as you feel his lips latch onto your breast while his hand fondles your breast, making you shiver and whine as you flutter your eyes shut and toss your head back slightly. One of your hands slides up to tangle in his hair, tugging at the blonde strands as you push his face further into your chest.

He groans against your nipple as he feels you tugging his hair, taking it as a sign of encouragement. He nips at your sensitive bud with his teeth, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips. He soothes the sting as he flattens his tongue, dragging it along your nipple, looking up at you with low lidded eyes.

Your breathing grows ragged as you get closer to your release, hips bucking against his thigh needily while lewd gasps and moans fall from your lips, Your fingers tighten in his hair as you mumble breathlessly, eyes watering as you crack them open. “I…ah…m’gonna…” You sob, words nearly incoherent as you feel the pressure in your stomach ready to burst.

“Hm? What’d you say? Use your words, sweetheart…” He coos teasingly, sliding his hand down from your breast to the spot between your legs, just barely touching your clit through your panties.His middle and ring fingers slowly starting to circle it, as his eyes flick up to your face with a wicked smirk gracing his lips.

You can’t muster out a thing as he starts to barely circle your clit through your panties while his thigh stays pressed against your cunt. You let out a pitiful sob as you buck your hips, grinding against his thigh as you desperately chase your orgasm.

“Hah…m…m’gonna cum...” You whimper, gasping and sobbing as you get ever so closer to your impending high.

“Ah...you're gonna cum, huh? Come on, pretty, cum on my thigh...” Aventurine hums, leaning up to press his lips to your throat as he starts to circle your clit faster, quickly bringing you to the edge.

You let out a broken moan as you feel your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. Your hips squirming as your thighs twitch and shake slightly. Your fingers tug at his hair roughly as you try to ground yourself as you grow dizzy and your body feels warm and fuzzy.

Your arousal leaks out of you, drenching anything in its path. Your thighs grow sticky and Aventurine’s pants are getting drenched as you cum, shuddering gasps and whines falling from your lips.

Aventurine smirks as he looks up at you, seeing the blissed out expression on your face as you reach your high makes him grow even harder in his slacks. Straining against the zipper of his pants. His fingers continue to circle your sensitive nub, cooing sweet praises in your ear and peppering kisses your warm cheeks as he works you through your orgasm.

“Mh...you’re so messy...” He murmurs into your ear, his voice low and hushed as he speaks. “Just look at what you’ve done, beautiful...” He pulls back, free hand coming up you clasp around your jaw as he tilts your head down, making you look at the sticky mess you’ve made.

His thigh is soaked. His white pant-leg sticks to the top of his thigh, wet with your arousal. You whine when you feel him pull his fingers away from your fabric covered cunt.

He hums softly as he spreads his fingers apart, sticky webs of your cum spreading between his gloved fingers that shine with your slick and you can’t help but gasp at the sight.

“I didn’t know you’d make such a mess, now my pants are ruined…” he chortles, his hand that’s gripping your jaw squeezes your cheeks together, causing your lips to puff out to a cute pout as you whine.

“How are you going to pay me back, sweetheart? Hm?” He tilts your face up to his, his gaze intense as he stares you in the eyes, wearing a smug grin.

“I dont…I don’t know...” You babble, your eyes a reflection of your neediness and lust as you look up at him. Your breathing still ragged and hindered.

“Mhm…I have an idea,” Aventuring sneers, looking down at you with a condescending smirk. “How about you clean it up, sweetheart…?”

He brings his slick coated fingers up to your lips while his other hand that was once gripping your jaw moves to grasp your chin, holding it between his thumb and forefinger.

He drags his gloved digits across your lips, smearing your arousal on them. “Open up.” He coos, gently pushing his fingers between your lips and into your mouth.

You part your lips more, letting him push his fingers further into your mouth. You whine as you taste yourself off his fingers, feeling dirty for doing this but you can’t help but enjoy it, fluttering your eyes shut as you willingly take his fingers into your mouth.

His smirk grows wider as he watches you take his fingers into your mouth. He pushes his fingers deeper into your mouth, causing you to gag slightly. “Suck them, pretty girl…” He breathes, pressing his fingers down against the flat of your tongue.

You close your lips around his fingers, starting to suck them slowly. You swirl your tongue around his fingers, moaning softly at the taste of your arousal in your tongue.

“Uh huh, just like that…” He coos, his hand that was holding your chin sliding to the back of your neck, cupping it as he pulls back to look at you. “Such a good girl…”

He slowly pulls his fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his gloved digits as he smirks down at you.

He snickers, looking at your flushed face. “God, you’re just a mess, aren’t you?” His hand that’s on the back of your neck tugs you towards him, his lips brushing against yours as he tilts his head, looking at you with lidded eyes.

“I’ll fix that…” He murmurs before pressing his lips to yours. His lips are soft and pillowy as they move against yours, his tongue sweeping into your mouth as his gloved hand slides down to your hips, grasping tightly while his thumbs trace small circles against them.

You sigh shakily as he kisses you, arms sliding up to wrap around his neck as you tug him closer, whimpering into his mouth as he tightens his grip on your hips, dressing bunching up in his hands as he firmly pressing his hips to yours.

He starts to walk you backwards to your bed, keeping your body close while never breaking the kiss. You feel the back of your legs hit the bed before he’s pushing you back onto the bed. He climbs on top of you, straddling you as he keeps up his feverish kisses.

You wrap your legs around his hips, locking your ankles together behind his lower back, whining into his mouth and letting your tongue slide with his as you kiss him needily.

Aventurine breaks the kiss, moaning softly as he starts grinding his hips against yours, rubbing against you so perfectly you whimper and arch your back against his body.

He buries his face into the crook of your neck, lips latched to the soft skin as he sucks a dark spot to the skin of your neck.

His hand slides up and under you, lifting you slightly as his hand finds the zipper of your dress, his other hand moving to the middle of your back, lifting you up more to make it easier as he unzips your dress.

He unzips your dress, slowly sliding the zippier down, causing your dress to slack. “May I..?” He whispers against your neck, eyes peering up at you.

You nod sheepishly, looking away to avoid his blazing gaze. He grins, hands sliding down to the hem of his dress, pulling it down and off your body, discarding the fabric somewhere on the floor.

He sits up to look at you, taking in the sight of your half-naked body, your panties the only thing left on.

He lets out a shaky breath, gloved hands sliding up your lower stomach. One of his hands slides to your waist, squeezing the soft skin there while the other moves up to cup your breast, caressing the soft flesh there.

“So fucking gorgeous…can’t take my eyes off you..” His voice sounds shaky and breathy, his hips shifting to press against you harder, letting you feel how turned on he is.

You gasp at the feeling of his gloved hands all over your body, caressing and groping you as you lie beneath him, biting your bottom lip to quiet whatever pitiful moans that threaten to fall from your lips.

He starts to grind himself against you, the bulge in his pants pressing against your sensitive clit covered by your drenched panties.

He moans, sounding pretty and whiny as he leans in to bury his face in your neck, his hand starting to roll your nipple between his thumb and forefinger all while he ruts his hips against you, desperate to feel you.

“You feel so good… ” He mumbles, his tongue licking at previous marks he’s left on your neck. You moan desperately, hands clutching at the fabric of his jacket, pulling and tugging.

You need him so badly, body trembling with each roll of his hips, you only feel more desperate and needy. You whine as you feel his tongue lavish your neck, your legs wrapping around him tightly.

“Ah…I need you…so bad…” Words a breathy whisper as you grow more needy for him. You start to move your hips in tandem with his, whining shakily.

He pulls away from your neck, nuzzling his cheek against yours as he whispers. “Tell me what you want…I’ll give it to you…” His words a shaky rasp as his hands squeeze your breasts, thumbs rolling over your nipples.

You can barely get the words out, everything coming from your lips a breathless mumble. “I need you inside me…please…”

Hearing your words something in him snaps, turning off any critical thinking that’s wired in his brain. “I’ll give you it. I’ll give you everything you want…”

His hands slide down your body to the waistband of your panties, teasingly slipping his fingers under the hem before slowly dragging your panties down your legs while starting to trail kisses down your neck to your collarbone, nipping at the skin there.

You let out shuddering breaths as he teases you, purposely dragging on the removal of your panties. You moan and whimper as he trails kisses along the heated skin of your neck down to your collarbone, a shaky gasp escaping your lips as you feel his teeth nipping at the exposed skin there.

You let out a sigh of needy relief as he finally pulls your panties off, tossing them to the floor, presumably by your dress.

He pulls away from you once again, eyeing you more hungrily than before as he looks at your naked body, taking in the sight, trying to further memorize every curve of your body.

He starts to pull off his jacket, tossing it onto the recliner he was sitting on earlier. You’d roll your eyes at how he’s taking more care with his clothes than yours, but clearly, it’s the last thing on your mind right now.

He gazes down at you, eyes catching sight of your glistening folds. He reaches out, dragging a gloved digit along your slit teasingly. “You’re so wet, it’s cute.” He smirks, his words coming out breathily. The smoothness of his voice is gone, replaced with a tone of need and lust.

“You want me here? Wanna feel me inside you…? Tell me.” He sighs, tilting his head slightly as he pushes two of his fingers inside of you, hazed eyes watching how your cunt swallows his fingers up so easily.

You gasp and buck your hips as you feel his fingers slide inside you, your walls clamping down on his digits as he starts to slowly thrust them inside you, his thumb moving to circle your clit.

You whine and shake your head, looking up at him with needy eyes clouded with lust. “I don’t…want your fingers…” You mumble between shaky gasps. “I want…I need you.”

Aventurine can’t help but wear a smirk on his lips, just the sight of you so needy, practically begging beneath him has him reeling and the thing is, you don’t even know how badly he needs you.

“Okay, gorgeous...” He murmurs, slowly pulling his fingers out of you, leaving with an empty feeling in your lower stomach that’ll soon be satiated. “I’ll give you just what you want.”

Aventurine pulls away, letting out a shuddering breath as his hands slide down, deftly unbuckling his belt, the clinking of the metal ringing in your ears as you watch him.

After getting his belt unbuckled he quickly unzips his pants, tugging them down just enough to let him pull himself from the confines of his clothing.

He lets out a shaky sigh as he frees himself, and in that moment you realize how desperate he really is for you.

You can’t help but shamelessly stare at his length, it’s lengthy and pretty with it’s tip flushed pink; practically oozing precum as it twitches. It’s a sight for sore eyes.

Aventurine hisses as he strokes himself, his thumb running over his tip, collecting the precum to smear on his shaft.

He glances up at you, raising a brow when he sees how you’re eyeing him. “Like what you see…?” He grins, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that barely lasts a second before he’s pulling away again, gazing down at you.

“I do…” You sigh, hand reaching out to gently wrap around his length. You slowly start to slide your hand up and down his shaft.

Aventurine gasps softly, his face nuzzling into your neck as you stroke him slowly. “God…you’re killing me…” He mumbles, his hands sliding up to your hips, wrapping around them. “Let me feel you…” He kisses you again, this time it’s needy and a bit sloppy, devoid of any sense of restraint.

You moan softly into the kiss, hand gliding along his cock. He whines into your mouth, his hands squeezing your hips even tighter as his hips buck into your hand in time with your strokes.

After a minute he breaks the kiss, panting as he leans in to rest his forehead against yours. One of his hands moves to where your hand is, gently pushing your hand away. “I don’t need any of that...” He says simply, his voice low and quiet.

“…You sure?” You whisper, hands sliding up his chest, feeling the soft fabric of his expensive clothes under your fingertips. “I want to.”

You want to touch him, even though you hate him? Do you even hate him anymore? Has your opinion on him really changed so much just from this moment? He used to scare you but now you’re yearning for him… Have you really lost your common sense?

You bury these thoughts in the back of your head, saving them for yourself later when you finally have to face the reality of your actions right now.

He shakes his head, pressing a wet kiss to the side of your neck before nipping your skin. “I don’t need you to touch me, beautiful.”

He sits up, his face flushed and hair a mess. His gloved hands slide up your legs and to your thighs as he hums, gazing down at you with intense eyes. His hands travel to your inner thighs, gently pushing them open as he shifts to position himself between your legs.

Aventurine drags a gloved finger up your slit teasingly, making you whine and shift your hips. “Stop teasing already…” You mumble, brows furrowed as you look up with a slight pout on your face.

He laughs softly as your expression, a smug look playing on his face. “Don’t worry sweetheart, just wanted a taste…” He murmurs before bringing his finger to his lips, licking your arousal off the digit as he gazes down at you, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your breath hitches as you watch him do this, feeling yourself get impossibly more wet than before. You feel your cheeks heat up with slight embarrassment. “Don’t look at me while you do that…” You mutter, slightly turning your head to look away from him.

“Don’t be so shy,” He smirks, suddenly regaining the steadiness in his voice, not sounding as shaky and whiny as before. “You taste sweet.” He murmurs, as he grabs your legs, moving them to wrap around his waist. “I’ll taste you more next time…”

You furrow your brows, looking up at him with crooked eyebrows. “There won’t be a next time.”

Aventurine looks at you, a smug smile on his face. “We’ll see.”

You don’t bother to respond with any other smart-ass comment or a remark, choosing to focus on what’s happening in the moment.

He leans in more, one of his hands grabbing your thigh while the other wraps around his length. He rubs his tip along your drenched folds, making you whimper and whine, hips squirming against his hold.

His hand tightens its grip on your hip, silently urging you to hold still. He rolls his hips forwards, grinding his cock against your slick cunt, teasingly rubbing his swollen tip against your clit as he looks at you with a smirk.

You moan softly, eyes fluttering shut as you feel his length sliding against you, pressing against your clit instead of where you need him right now. “...Just...fucking…” You mumble, cracking your eyes open to look up at him, seeing him stare down at you with lust.

“Just what? I’m not a mind reader, doll.” He hums, shifting his hips slightly so that his tips pressing against your entrance. “Let me guess...You want me here, yeah? Want me inside you…?” He coos, leaning down to press a kiss to your jawline. “Tell me, pretty…you don’t wanna keep waiting, do you?”

You whine and shake your head, whimpering as you feel his tip pressing against your entrance. “P..please…put it in…” You gasp, eyes low and lidded as you look up at him, a needy look on your face.

“There you go… Wasn’t hard to use your words, now was it..?” He murmurs, nipping at your earlobe as he presses his hips forward, slowly pressing his cock inside you.

You gasp as you feel him pressing into you, slowly stretching you wider. Your arms move to wrap around his neck, burying your face into his shoulder.

He slides in inch by inch, groaning softly as he feels the warmth of your walls hug his cock tightly, squeezing and pulsing around him needily.

You clutch onto him tightly while panting, feeling the sting of the stretch when he finally bottoms out, his cock buried deep inside you, top of his cock nudging against your cervix.

He holds still for a moment, pressing kisses to your shoulder as he waits for you to get used to his size. “You’re so tight…it’s must’ve been awhile, hm?” He murmurs into your ear, you swear you can hear the smirk in his voice as he whispers to you. “How’s long it’s been, sweetheart…?”

He starts to roll his hips forward, slowly thrusting into you with long strokes. “Do you not wanna tell me, pretty girl…?” He hums, running his tongue up, along your neck before nipping at the skin of your jawline.

You whine as he starts to thrust into you, soft moans falling from your lips as you flutter your eyes shut. “I..I don’t know…” You mutter, voice shaky as you speak. “It’s been too long…few years…”

You don’t want to admit it but it’s been well over a few weeks or months. Not having sex since you still lived in Belobog…

He grins at this, feeling smug at the thought of him being first in a long time, and he can tell just by how you’re acting, moaning with each slow drag of his hips, clutching onto him tightly and squeezing around his length like a vice, when he’s barely fucked you yet… It’s now feeling very obvious to him you haven’t felt like this in awhile.

He hums softly, his gloved hands sliding to your hips, grasping them tightly. “Then I guess I’ll have to screw you real good, huh?”

He starts to speed up his movements, pulling your hips along with his, rolling his hips into you at a pace that’s just perfect.

You whimper, hands grasping at the back of his shirt as you feel him thrust into you deeper and harder, soft smacks filling the room from your hips slapping against his.

He groans against your neck, one of his hands sliding up to wrap around your throat, squeezing slightly as he grinds into you. “You feel so good...” He mumbles, teeth nipping at your shoulder while you moan and gasp.

You whine as you feel his gloved hand wrap around your throat, squeezing hard enough to make your face feel warm but gently enough you can still breathe.

Your legs wrap around his hips, locking at the ankle as you pull him closer to you, desperate to feel him deeper inside you.

Aventurine moans shakily as he feels your legs wrap around him tightly, urging him closer. He starts to speed his pace up more, fighting the urge to slam into you with all of his strength.

His hand on your hip pulls you in tandem with his thrusts, hips meeting his halfway as he thrusts into you, feeling your walls twitch around his length.

Lewd noises escape your lips as you feel him pull you along with his movements. You feel him shift his hips before starting to slam into you harder.

You let out a loud gasp, feeling his tips slamming against your g-spot. You tighten your arms and legs around him, practically holding onto him for dear life as he smirks down at you.

“Right there, huh?” He sneers, starting to pound into your harder, slamming against your sweet spot over and over as you squirm and sob, gasping for air as you feel his hand tighten around your throat.

He pulls away to look at you more directly, smirking down at you as his lust filled eyes stare down at you. “You’re so pretty like this…” He sighs, his hand sliding from your throat to squeeze your breast, groping it roughly as he continues to pound into you, cockhead slamming against your cervix as you sputter and gasp beneath him.

You feel the knot in your lower abdomen start to tighten and twist, signaling you to your impending orgasm.

You look up at him with teary eyes and a blissed out expression, your hands moving to clutch at the bedsheets as you sob and whimper. The feeling of him slamming against your cervix while his hand squeezes your breast before his thumb rolls over your nipple, making your eyes flutter shut and your walls squeeze him tighter.

He drags his hand down from your breast to your waist, squeezing the plush skin as he uses it as leverage to thrust into you even harder, loud, wet smacking sounds filling your ears as you moan louder, pushing your head back into the mattress, arching your lower back as you feel the cord in your abdomen about to snap.

Aventurine suddenly slows down his movements, smirking down at you as he watches your face shift to a needy pout, eyes squeezing shut as you sob from the burning feeling of your orgasm being halted so abruptly.

“Not yet, pretty girl…” He murmurs, sitting up to pull off his shirt, revealing his fit torso, albeit a bit skinny he has the build of a swimmer, which you find attractive. He tosses the shirt next to his jacket before returning his attention to you.

He hums as he slides his gloved hands down to your thighs, squeezing them before moving to cup under your knees, pushing them up so their level with your shoulders.

Aventurine slowly starts to build up the pace again, leaning it to press his forehead to yours, letting your ankles dangle over his shoulders.

This position feels like he’s somehow even deeper inside you. His fat tip grazing your g-spot with each thrust. You moan and gasp louder, head feeling light and hazy as he pounds into you, wet slaps emanating throughout the room with each thrust.

He leans in to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue running over your lips before his tongue sweeps into your mouth, sliding with yours as he groans against your lips…

His hands move to nudge your legs off his shoulders , letting them wrap around his hips once again. “You…feel…amazing…” He mumbles between kisses, his eyes fluttering shut as his hands slide under you, up your back and to your shoulders, his hands gently grabbing them as he pulls you close against his chest.

You moan into his mouth, his lips on yours as he swallows your sounds. You move one of your arms to wrap around his neck, holding him close while the other one slides under his arm to his upper back, hands slightly scratching at the skin there.

He continues to slam into you with reckless abandon, ditching whatever self control he may have had to fuck you how he-so desperately-is doing.

He groans as his hips pound against yours, wet slaps and lewd moans coming from the both of your lips as you both feel your orgasms building.

You let out pretty sobs against his lips, nails digging into his upper back, leaving crescent marks and scratches on the fair skin as your hips buck along with his hard thrusts, desperately chasing your orgasm.

Aventurine isn’t faring any better, whining and groaning into your mouth as he slams into you harder and faster, feeling your walls pulse around his twitching cock, basically signaling him of your nearing orgasm.

He breaks the kiss, burying his face into your neck as he moans softly, one of his hands sliding up to grasp the back of your neck while the other squeezes your shoulder tighter.

“m’...close...” You sob, clutching onto him as tightly as possible as you feel your eyes water from pleasure, head hazy and body fuzzy.

“Yeah? Me too, sweetheart…” He rasps, his hand slipping from your under shoulder to slide between your sweat slicken bodies, gloved hand finding your clit, his thumb rubbing harsh, little circles against it. “Go ahead, cum on my cock, gorgeous...”

His pace speeds up even further, slamming against your sweet spot over and over as he works to push you over the edge, his lips pressing against your neck.

You let out a loud, whiny sob as you feel the cord in your stomach snap, orgasm washing over you.

Your head feels lightheaded as pleasure clouds your senses, hips bucking and walls spasming around his cock while your juices spill out of you, covering his shaft and your inner thighs. Your body twitching against his as pitiful whines and gasps fall from your lips.

He falls over the edge immediately after you, his cock twitching inside you before he abruptly pulls out, spilling his seed all over your lower stomach as he groans against your neck, his hand squeezing the back of your neck as his hips buck against you, rutting his twitching cock against your lower stomach.

You hold onto him tightly as you both come down from your orgasms, staying in each-others arms. Panting and shuddering breaths are the only things you can hear.

After a few minutes, Aventurine sits up, gazing down at you as he looks at the mess you’ve both made, a small grin appearing on his pretty face. “Guess we’re both messy, huh..?” He murmurs, sliding his hands down your side to your hips.

You don’t respond to him directly, mumbling some random insult as you lift your arms to cover your face.

He can’t help but stare, looking down at your flushed cheeks and hazy eyes, chest rising and falling with each shaky breath, looking completely fucked out.

He hums softly, pulling away from you. “Where you going...?” You mumble, watching him stand up and start to pull his pants up from the corner of your eyes.

“To grab something…” He replied, glancing at you from over his shoulder as he buckles belt before walking to your bathroom.

You sit in a bit of a daze, staring up at the ceiling, wondering how things are gonna play out now the IPC now that you’ve fucked one their higher ups. What excuse is Aventurine gonna make for your debt? Is he even going to actually get rid of it for you?

God, you’re an idiot.

You’re about to smack yourself in the forehead when Aventurine comes back into the room with a wet towel.

“Erm….what’s...that for?” You ask tiredly, rubbing the back of your neck with your palm as you glance away from him.

“You’re stomach, sweetheart.” He hums, nodding down at your stomach, covered with his seed.

“Oh...nice…” You mumble, watching as he sits across from you on the bed, leaning in as he starts to wipe the sticky mess from your stomach.

It’s quiet between the two of you, it’s awkward but not unbearable. “Thank you..” You say softly, as he finishes wiping the seed from off of you.

He smiles slightly. “I made the mess..why wouldn’t I clean it up?” He hums, tossing the towel somewhere onto the floor.

You shrug in response before yawning, covering your mouth with your hand. Aventurine looks at you, a small smirk on his lips. “You’re quite pretty, y’know...” He tilts his head slightly as he looks at you, eyebrows raised slightly as he looks at you.

Your cheeks flush slightly as you look away, a bit embarrassed. “Mhm…thank you...” you mumble, scooting closer to him you place your hand over his, thumb rubbing over his gloved knuckles. “Are you staying…?”

Your question catches him off guard, a surprised look spreading on your face for a second before a grin spreads on his face. “I’ll stay if you want me to, pretty...” He hums, his hands moving to gently grab your waist, pulling you closer. “I want you to...”

“Okay gorgeous..I’ll stay..”

You don’t know when you fell asleep but you did. His arms wrapped around you while you cuddled up against him.

You didn’t expect him to stay, it was only a one night stand but you didn’t expect…this.

When you woke up you found everything in your hotel room tidy and neat, like he cleaned everything up for you before leaving.

You yawned and rubbed your eyes as you slid out of bed, walking to where your things were arranged neatly.

You bent down, starting to look for the briefcase that held your money.

You started to grow frantic when you couldn’t find it, not in any drawers, on any counters or with any of your things.

You stomped around, tearing the room apart until you crouched down to look under the bed, where it was shoved far under to where you can barely reach.

You groan as you drag it out from under the bed, standing it and placing it onto the bed as you flick the clasps and open the briefcase.

Your stomach drops.

Your fucking heart drops.

Your eyes widen and your jaw clenches, all the money that was in there gone, down to the penny.

You feel your face grow hot as you look at what’s been left in the box, a single, small note. Picking up the small paper you grow more angered, face scrunching to a scowl as you read the note’s contents.

Thank you for the night, as promised your debt is erased and the IPC will no longer have you listed as a fugitive but I took your money as a consequence for not initially paying your debt.

Actions have consequences, sweetheart. Be more smart next time.

-- Aventurine..

Fucking bastard. You might just kill him if you see his face again.

ty for reading sweethearts!! and thank you to my lovely friend who gave me suggestions and proofread this big'ol thing :p

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bloodweep · 4 months

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This is nsfw headcanons of Floyd btw!

“Yeah, yeah~”

Im so normal about him too, he’s so fucking cute I wanna scoop him up and never let him go

I headcanon him to be 5’8 by the way! The shortest out of the brothers

━━━━━━━ ✦❘༻༺❘✦ ━━━━━━━

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Sweeter than sweet ࿐ྂ

‗ ❍ man’s a huge fucking flirt with you, everywhere he can, doesn’t matter if his brothers see it

‗ ❍ his WINKS, UGH, they definitely mess with you more than it should

‗ ❍ will compliment you at any moment, all the time

‗ ❍ nicknames: baby, my love, darling, mi amor, honey, little dove

‗ ❍ I am sorry yall, this man is a sub top, hard sub top - though sometimes he enjoys fucking you, being told how to do it, his ears all droopy and eyes lidded

‗ ❍ enjoys you tugging on the base of his ears, will often move your hands up to them while kissing, begs you to tug on them when you guys are fucking

‗ ❍ surprisingly being the smallest he can still hold you up against the wall and fuck into you, hands on the back of your thighs to hold them up and out, not letting you close them

‗ ❍ has fangs like his brothers, his are just incredibly smaller, nearly nonexistent if you dont stare hard enough or let him bite

‗ ❍ loves it absolutely fucking MESSY

‗ ❍ drools a lot, literally everywhere, on the pillow, in your neck, on your back everywhere, drools a lot more when hes fucking deep into you more than when hes bottoming

‗ ❍ allows you to fuck him whenever you want it, you gripping and tugging on his tail, making it curl around your arm, his claws digging into whatever

‗ ❍ will beg to fuck you after

‗ ❍ is so into cum marking - more on the receiving end than anything, wants to forever smell you on him

‗ ❍ very into being praised but also will praise you in return, especially when hes fucking into you “oh thank you, thank you”, “youre so pretty”, “so tight”, “thank you for letting me fuck you”

‗ ❍ would love for you to cover his mouth while he fucks you

‗ ❍ definitely cries whether giving or receiving

‗ ❍ first time you gave him head he sobbed, his hands covering his mouth as he sobbed, letting you suck him dry

‗ ❍ enjoys being overstimulated until he cant think, only grabbing onto whatever you allow him

‗ ❍ when you do let him fuck you, you ride him nearly all the time, keeping him pinned right in place, on foot pressing against his throat lightly to keep him in place

‗ ❍ totally loves when you sit on his face, tears wetting your skin

‗ ❍ god hes just the biggest fucking baby when you guys fuck, perhaps he likes when you call him out on it, degrade him a little to get that familiar sting in his eyes

‗ ❍ so into sucking your fingers too, really into letting you gag him at the same time

‗ ❍ not much for voyeurism, rather likes it in secret, so distractions or prying eyes

‗ ❍ will wrap his hair around yours, gripping so tightly to find any type of grounding

‗ ❍ surprisingly is very different while in doggy

‗ ❍ in this he becomes very,, different, biting into your shoulder, soft little growls leaving him - his growls arent as deep as the rest of his brothers, not as really intimidating either, tail ridged but wagging slightly, his thrusts so hard and deep it forces you to fall onto whatever surface he is fucking you so hard on

‗ ❍ his arms wrapped around you constantly, hands pressed into your abdomen

‗ ❍ once hes in you good luck getting him out, he enjoys how warm you are and WILL beg to stay in, will sob the hardest when hes begging, he craves the closeness

‗ ❍ this motherfucker is totally into cum inflation, gripping and scratching your abdomen as it expands with his cum

‗ ❍ definitely eats his own cum out of you, cleaning his cum off of your thighs

‗ ❍ god this fucker would love to suck on your chest too, sucking and nipping all around when he can

‗ ❍ probably has a mommy/daddy kink but that’s to be explored more later

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Let me know what you think! And if you want anymore add

Tagging: @n3rdy247

Here’s another gif I made 🫶

#trolls #trolls 3 #floyd trolls #trolls band together #Floyd band together #Floyd trolls x reader #Floyd x reader

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stevie-petey · 5 days

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If you have time and you're in the mood to write a lil blurb I have a thought. Steve getting used to bugs affection, now that Jonathan and Nancy are together she can't really be as touchy as she used to and she's subconsciously started to give that affection to Steve. He'd be star struck, remember how he was about their first hug? Or finding out about bug never being kissed? He'd lose his mind.

this blurb request is DELICIOUS !!! been itchin to write her <3

enjoy !

"i'll be back in a sec!" you press a quick kiss to steves cheek before you run off towards your room to retrieve whatever youre looking for. steve doenst really know. he hadnt been listening. he had been too busy admiring the way you look in the cardigan he bought you.

its all you wear now these days.

the sight makes something warm seep into steves bones, and your kiss to his cheek ignites the warmth into a steady, smooth burn.

youve been doing this a lot more lately. the kisses to cheeks, hands intertwining fingers, fingers intertwining through hair, and breaths against his ear as you lay against him.

its intoxicating, really.

when you return, now holding a comic in your hands, steve remembers now that you wanted to show him a new spider-man suit. your arm loops through his as you sit next to him on the couch and you sit so close to him that your thighs press against his and the heat makes him dizzy. "see, look! im not sure if i like the new red, honestly."

you hook your chin over steves shoulder as you hold the comic over his lap and steve struggles to stay focused. he looks down at the panel youre pointing at and swallows. "y-yeah. its, uh. its definitely a different shade."

steve cant see any difference.

hes not even sure if he knows what red is right now because your perfume is all around him and your body heat seeps from your skin into his and your soft hair grazes his face.

its torture. its a hell so sweet that steve wonders why sinners are sent there in the first place.

"youre looking at the wrong panel, honey." you tease, nudging your nose against steves cheek as you giggle.

honey.

"how do you know i wasnt looking at the right one?" steve tries to find his voice again, but hes scared that if he turns to look into your eyes, the proximity of your lips close to his will only end in disaster.

(an addicting, all encompassing disaster that steve has dreamed about).

you nudge your nose against his cheek again and move even closer to him. youre practically in his lap, and yet you still dont feel close enough. "your pretty brown eyes gave you away."

youre everywhere and yet nowhere close to where steve wants you to be.

he isnt sure when it happened, but your physical touch has become such a constant in steves life, and he clings to it like a lifeline. hes never had someone openly show this much affection to him, hes never had a pretty girl hold his hand just because she wanted to. hes never had someone kiss his cheek as a goodbye and as a gentle command to stay safe while apart.

"you think my eyes are pretty?" steve cant think of anything else to say. hes still too scared to face you. he can practically smell the strawberry lip balm you like to wear, this close to your lips.

"mhm," you move your face and rest your head against steves shoulder now, and he practically sags with relief at the distance yet fills with immediately regret after. he already misses the way your nose fits perfectly between his jawline and ear. "a very pretty brown, warm in the sun like honey."

you say things that make steve want to kiss you breathless.

"youre extra affectionate today, angel."

"its winter and im cold and youre cozy." you say. lazily flicking through more of your comic.

steve laughs and throws an arm over you to pull you closer. the heat from earlier has lessened. the fire simmers back down to the familiar warmth, one hes more comfortable with, and he feels like he can breathe again. then, because he can, he presses a kiss to the top of your head, which you hum at. "who can argue with that logic?"

"no one, and thats why im always right."

"atta girl."

steve is still getting used to this, and yet he feels like hes done this his entire life.

#ask #anon #m speaks #m's writing #come home blurb #set in between seasons 2 and 3 !#theyre so in love #cant believe it takes steve like six months after this night to ask bug out LMAO

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rosyjn · 9 months

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"I think it's time you get rid of that V-Card."

(Sam Worthington)

18+!!

this gif is making me ACT TF UP!!

You wait anxiously in front of your house for Sam. Your arms remain crossed and your dress blows in the wind. You check your phone, it’s 6:02 PM. Your body relaxes when you see a black car turn the corner, heading for you. You smile when it stops, walking towards the passenger’s side door. To your surprise, it’s locked.

“Nuh uh, I gotcha,” he gets out scurries over to you and his hand grazes your waist as he walks around to open the door for you. A grin paints his face as he steps back, grasping the door handle. You giggle and step into the car, settling down into the seat and fastening the seatbelt as the door shuts next to you. You stare into your lap, noticing your dress riding up and displaying your thighs. You watch him walk around the car and get in next to you, gripping the steering wheel.

“Where are we going?” you ask.

“I was thinking back to my house, that alright?” he turns over to you for a second, before focusing back onto the steering wheel and pressing the gas. About an hour earlier, he called you, asking if you had eaten already. When you said yes, he told you to get ready, because he’d be there soon, then hung up. You were dumbfounded, immediately hopping into the shower to freshen up for him. You had no clue how soon he was going to come, which prompted you to hurry. You called him again when you were ready, and he told you he was on his way, which is why you’d been waiting in the driveway.

“It’s fine, but why?” a confused expression is spread on your face.

“You’re so cute,” he smiles and shakes his head.

“Sammm,” you whine. “Stop messing with me,” you smack his thigh.

“Really wanna know?” he raises his eyebrows.

“Yes!”

“Tell ya when we get to my place, promise,” his voice softens and he holds his hand up, extending his pinky out to you, waiting for you to seal the promise. You roll your eyes and intertwine your pinky with his.

The car ride back to his house was silent. Not uncomfortable silent. With Sam, it’s never uncomfortable to be quiet around him. He always understood you, and never took offense to the fact that you’re okay with shutting up. It’s difficult to explain, but you’re not one of those people that constantly feels the need to fill the space with words. Around him, you’re okay with enjoying each other’s presence, quietly. That’s what makes him so perfect for you.

Pulling into his driveway is always a shock for you. It’s a huge place. He has a backyard with a pool, in which you’ve swam several times. The white colored house is stunning, the landscape frames it perfectly. It’s evening by now, and the sun sets calmly behind the hedges.

“Y’know, I’ve always loved this place,” you smile, exiting the car at the same time as Sam.

“Yeah, good. ‘Cause you’ll live here soon-” he jokes. “-when we’re married. I’ll have you all to myself,”

“Oh god,” you laugh. He opens the front door of the house for you, the familiar smell returning to your senses. “Why’d you bring me here, you promised you’d tell me!”

“Oh, want the reason?” he feels you up from behind.

“Mmm hmm…” you don’t crumble under his advances.

“I think it's time you get rid of that V-Card." he whispers into your ear, hands crawling down onto your ass. You shudder as he grasps and squeezes the flesh down there, planting small kisses on your neck.

“Sam…” your back arches, pressing into his bulge as his fingers travel to your panties. “I cant, what if I get pregnant?”

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll.. buy you a pill from rite-aid. Okay?” he assures you.

“Mm, m’kay,” you melt into his embrace, letting him guide you to a nearby couch, while he unbuckles his belt, pulling his cock out.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, alright?” he kisses your cheek before laying you down gently onto the sofa.

“I want it, swear,” your head rests comfortably on a pillow and Sam climbs on top of you, his arms holding you lovingly.

“Can I undress you?” he hums against your face.

“Yes,” you sit up a little bit, allowing him to pull your dress off over your head, then he kisses down your chest while his fingers unclasp your bra.

“So beautiful, you’re so beautiful,” he throws your dress and bra onto the floor, then touching your breasts for the first time. You’re left in nothing but underwear for him. You shudder nervously as Sam kisses your boobs. All these new sensations bombard your body, you feel your panties getting wetter with every smack of his lips. He fondles your nipples and you fight back a moan. You throw your head back and start to reach for the sides of your panties, but Sam stops you. “Nah, I’m gonna do the honors,” he teases.

You watch as his fingers hook around the thin fabric. You lean back again onto the pillow as he sensually pulls your panties down, a trail of arousal already staining them. He exhales at the sight of your wet cunt, sliding the underwear off of your feet and pushing them onto the ground. He spreads your legs apart, admiring the sight in front of him. He takes a quick look at your eyes before blowing on your sensitive clit. You flinch and look up at the cold air, yelping at the new sensation.

“Please, please just, just fuck me..” you beg.

“Already?” he rejiggers his position, setting himself on top of you then kissing your mouth. You wrap your arms around him bucking your hips against his pelvis for some type of friction. He pulls away from your face, leaving you begging for more, wanting to pulling him back in and feel his lips for longer. But he was busy positioning his warm erection in front of your entrance.

“I’m ready,” you tell him, stroking his cheek with your fingers. He nods, then pushes the tip in. Your back arches and a tear wells up in your eye. “Augh!” you yelp. His girth stretches you out so well, and your arousal drips down his length. Your toes curl with every centimeter he pushes in deeper. Your legs wrap around his waist, and he grunts at an inconsistent volume, his breathing growing sharp. Your body grows sensitive with pleasure.

“You okay?” he holds your cheek with one hand, the other one resting behind your head. His chest presses against yours, he lays on top of you, letting more weight press onto you as his thrusts grow stronger.

“Good, all good, so close, gonna cum-“ you throw your head back, eyes clenching shut. He fucks you deep into the couch, and you hold onto him tight. Your cunt squeezes him tightly, and his manhood throbs and twitches inside of you. Your clit is swollen. With every thrust, Sam’s balls press into the flesh underneath your folds. You whimper as your stomach coils tighter, you know you’re closer to your orgasm. His grunts become more desperate.

“Baby, cum for me,” he tells you. A tear falls down your cheek when you nod to him. You notice a small sheen of sweat on Sam. When your orgasms wash over the two of you, your cervix takes his warm semen and a contracting feeling takes over your heat. It’s almost unbearable. The pleasure is too much, you cry out and leave scratch marks on his back. It’s an accident, but it only enhances his pleasure.

He falls limp onto you, kissing your neck for the millionth time. When you whine over it, he bucks his hips back to pull out of you. You relax your body with him, loving the feeling of his weight.

“This couch is comfy,” you remark.

“Are you okay?” he asks, concerned for you.

“Yeah, felt so good,” you exhale, holding onto him.

“I’ll take good care of you, did so good for me,” he praises you.

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neteyamslovrr · 1 year

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hey love, i just wanted to tell you how AMAZING you are at writing and i would inject all of your works into my veins if i could 😩🙏🙏 and i was wondering if you could pls do numbers 18 + 24 with neteyam for your 2k event(congrats!!💕🥳)

DATE NIGHT

hi lovely thanku sm for your kind words!! for context i changed the wording of prompt 18 slightly so it made more sense in the context. hope u enjoy lovelies!!

Every week you and Neteyam would designate a night to yourselves. Where there was no worries about the sky people or the burdens of leadership. It was just two souls loving each other, breathing in the company of the other.

Today was that day. You were looking forward to it dearly as your morning was swamped with taking care of the injured, collecting herbs and creating more medicine for the Tsa’hik. All you wanted was to lay in the strong arms of your beloved while listening to his heartbeat.

So as dusk approached, and you were starting to pack up your things you heard the familiar steps of your mate. Looking up you saw his smiling face, happy to see you after such a long day his strong arms took you in for a tight embrace. “I missed you today beautiful.” His ran his hands up and down your back, squeezing you tight as he felt the tension in his body leave him.

“I missed you more.” You mumbled into his skin, pressing light kisses to his collarbone. “Are we going out tonight ‘Teyam?” His body stiffened under your touch, his happy smile turning in a disappointed frown.

“Dad just told me that there’s intel of sky-people transporting weapons, we would’ve planned for it better, but we only just got the news. I think we’ll have to move tonight.” He was disappointed, he didn’t like to cancel on you, especially when you were the only one he wanted to be with.

You nodded, you couldn’t argue with him. You lived in war, this was life. But you cant help but be disappointed, you looked forward to being with him tonight. “Well, you be safe okay? I always need you to come back to me.” Neteyam smiled, giving you a soft kiss on the lips, fingers grazing your hips.

“I always will.” You gave him one last kiss before he went to his ikran. With a sigh you finished packing up your stuff.

You had taken the liberty to walk towards the river, bioluminescent lily pads decorating the water as you kicked your feet in the cool water.

The anxiety that took over you whenever Neteyam was involved in the war was gut-wrenching. Worries that he wouldn’t make it back to you was enough to make you feel as if you could cry until your tears suffocated you.

The river was always a calm place for you, the soft stream of the water, the sounds of the wildlife around you, the comforting smell of the flora. It was bliss to you. The only thing that would make it better would be for your mate to share the bliss with you.

However, that bliss left quickly as you heard a rustle in the bushes behind you. Ears perked up, knife ready to be used as you left the river crouching in a hostile position.

But it was no danger as the sound revealed itself. It was your beloved, Neteyam. “Be calm it is just me.” He put his hands up as you put your knife back your sheath.

“Do not scare me like that!” You gave him a light push, as he chuckled nodding. “Why are you here? Should you not be with Jake? Did you cancel plans for me?” Neteyam nodded, his hand coming up to brush the stray hairs out of your face.

“I wouldn’t say cancel, but it was not a mission where I was needed so father let me go. So I could spend the night with my beautiful girl.” You pulled him into a tight hug, rocking him side to side as joy took over you. Happy that you got to have your date night with him.

“I am so glad you’re here yawne, how mad would you be if I kissed you?” Neteyam gave you a confused look.

“Why would I ever be mad to be kissed by you?”

“I am just happy you’re here, my brain is malfunctioning.” Neteyam smiled down at you, how could anyone be this precious.

“You’re a skxwang.”

“Hey!”

“A pretty skxwang!” Neteyam laughed bringing you closer to his body, so your chests touched. Leaning down to enclose your lips in a kiss, sharing the love and care to you towards the connection of your bodies. “Would my pretty girl like to go for a swim tonight?”

“Of course I would, my handsome boy.”

tags: @8resa @ilovejakesullysdick @neteyamsblog @live-laugh-neteyam @reyalvr @trashfox

thankyou sm for reading!!

#neteyam #neteyam oneshot #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x reader #avatar2oneshot #avatar #avatar2 #avatar the way of water #neteyam fluff #neteyam angst #neteyamcomfort #neteyam imagine #neteyam headcanons #neteyam sully #jake sully #lo'ak #avatar imagine #avatar oneshot

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shizucheese · 19 days

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I finally did it. I decided to start posting one of my TMA fanfics! You can find it on AO3 here! I haven't decided yet if I'm going to also post the whole thing here on Tumblr or just post the prolog here and then just announce when I update here with chapter excerpts and a link to AO3 going forward but um....enjoy!

Fic description:

John and Martin survived the events of Mag 200 and ended up Somewhere Else, but now Martin has become an Avatar of the Eye. Now the two of them must navigate all of the complications of their still-new relationship now that they don't have a fear apocalypse distracting them, AND being in a relationship where both people involved are Eye Avatars, AND Martin's struggles as a baby Eye Avatar.

Prolog

Two doors stood before him.

To his right, he could feel something watching him, even with the door shut. It exposed every part of him he had always tried to keep hidden. But it also promised knowledge. It promised understanding.

To his left, a thick, foreboding fog rolled from beneath the door, beckoning him. The door itself was sturdy and gave off the impression that beyond its threshold, there was nothing but isolation. But it promised “no more hurt.” It promised “peace.”

He turned to the door to the right and opened it.

He was greeted by a woman on fire. They were in an apartment. Before her, another woman stared on in terror. The burning woman reached out to her, and as her fingers grazed her arm, the hairs on it burned. He wanted to help her, wanted to reach out and pull her away from the fire, but he found he could not. He could only stand there, and watch.

And then they were gone.

The next thing he saw was a building. A theater, dark and foreboding, with patrons made of stone frozen in place as if they were rushing in to see a show. The scene before him was cold and grey and lifeless, and there was a…hole here. Something missing, though he could not say what it was or how he knew.

And just like that, it too was gone, crumbling before him into dust.

He was in a café. A woman sat at a table. A man sat before her, staring at her intently, and though he did not know the man, there was something in his chest that told him the man was so achingly familiar that he could not place. From the man, he got the feeling of eyes. Of watching. And then the woman was underground, being pulled, pulled, and the man was there and the woman was staring at him in terror. And then she saw him, and her eyes widened in horror she didn’t realize she could know more of. And he could not console her. And then they were in the cafe again and the woman was crying as the man continued to sit before her, watching. And then it all fell away and he was falling into a sky made of paint, alongside a man whose face was filled with elation, a toppled ladder floating above them.

And then it repeated. Again, and again, and he was forced to watch as the woman in the apartment burned, as the woman in the cafe cried before the man before being pulled underground, watched dispassionately by the man. And as these scenes before him repeated, they changed. The women in the apartment and the café, and the man falling into the sky, faded more and more each time. The theater, with its empty space, vanished entirely. And each time he saw the man in the café, his heart ached, and something in the back of is mind told him that he was familiar, in a way that the others he saw were not.

And as he fell into the painted sky, he started to experience brief flashes of a different fall. Of debris of a collapsing building, and the smell of fire, and the sensation of someone else with him, holding on to him as they fell. Together.

Eventually, the people in the scenes before him vanished entirely, save for the burning woman and the man in the café, and soon even the scenes before him began to grow more and more faded. And in the distance, he began to hear a voice.

“…wake up.”

And he kept falling.

“Please wake up. I ca—cant lose you…”

Falling.

“It should have been me…”

Falling

“I can’t do this without you, no please, please wake up I need you….”

Falling

“Please, I love you...”

And then Martin woke up.

#the magnus archives #the magnus archives spoilers #tma #tma spoilers #tma fanfic #tma fic #jonmartin #johnmartin #Teaholding #Johnathan Sims #Martin Blackwood #Eye Avatar Martin #A Lovely Pair of Eyes #TMA Fanfic A Lovely Pair of Eyes

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lovetriv1a · 2 years

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yearning - nakamoto yuta

warnings : dom!reader & sub!yuta, vampire!reader & human!yuta, needy yuta, spit kink if you squint, mutual pining, slight angst, cockwarming if you squint again, yuta’s kind of a masochist, and unprotected pnv sex

word count : 1,675

a/n : this feels like it’s all over the place if i’m being honest. i am having severe writer’s block right now, but i wanted to crank this out. hope y’all enjoy. 💗

yuta hissed as you drug the nail of your index finger rather harshly across the line of his jaw. the sharpness of your nail caused a scratch mark to form and redden almost instantaneously against his skin. as your finger reached his chin, you tilted his head up and directed his gaze to yours. you could see the fear mixed with anticipation dancing around within the irises of his eyes. he drank in and swallowed whole everything you gave him, even the smallest of gestures.

yuta’s body pressed into the plush surface of the mattress as you loomed over him and stared intently into his eyes as if you were trying to intimidate him more than the usual. although subconscious, it was working. yuta leaned his head to the side and kissed the wrist of your right hand. “please do something,” he pleaded.

you dipped your head down into the crook of his neck and drank in his scent, your eyes rolling back into your head. you hummed at his faint sweet smell and kissed down the column of his neck to nip at his clavicle. the way you could hear the blood pumping through his veins drove you insane enough to drain his tiny body and break him down into nothing. from the way yuta squirmed and whined underneath you, it was evident that he ached for just that, too

you continued your trek down the poor boy’s body, sucking dark spots onto every inch of his skin. the tips of your fangs grazed his flesh in just the right way to have him canting his hips upward, colliding with your torso. you stopped at his naval and then made your way back up his chest. as you kissed along the sharp edge of yuta’s jaw, you heard him swallow thickly as if he’d been holding his saliva in his mouth this whole time, and it made your stomach churn with arousal in such a weird yet somehow exciting way.

you connected your lips to yuta’s, and the kiss immediately became all tongue and teeth, aggressively passionate. you pulled back to gnaw at his bottom lip, fighting the urge to bite down hard enough to draw blood. yuta whined and huffed out a breath as you smirked against his lips. as you leaned back, your eyes met his with a hungry gaze. he looked so desperate, so willing to be wrecked by you. he’d go numb and lifeless if that meant satiating you and fulfilling your deepest, darkest desires and whims and deep down inside of him, that’s want he wanted, though he would never admit that to you.

“you look at me as if i hold the universe in my hands, yuta. it makes me want to destroy you,” you said simply, lightly dragging your nails down his chest.

“please, please do it. i want it. i want it so bad,” yuta whined weakly. he tilted his head to the side again as if to entice you, inviting you in. your head pounded as you looked him over one final time before smirking and diving into his neck.

the instant your fangs touched the sensitive skin of yuta’s neck, it was over for him. you hadn’t even pierced his skin, and he was already gone. to the naked eye, it would seem like this power exchange was to his benefit and not yours. yuta lived for you. he craved the way you felt on top of him, holding back the instinct to drain every last drop of blood from him. it was a thrill ride, and yuta thrived off of this adrenaline.

fed up with teasing him yourself, you sank your fangs into yuta’s soft skin. his mouth hung open in a silent moan, body relaxing as he finally got what he wanted. he tasted so delicious, like caramel and iron, and if you wanted to be honest with yourself, you would have said that you missed the taste of his familiarity on your tongue. your heart ached in your chest at that thought, and you pushed it into the back of your mind as you swallowed the last ounce of blood from yuta, not quite ready to own up to the fact that you had feelings for a mere human. unbeknownst to you, he felt all the same.

“mmm,” you hummed, “i don’t think i’ll ever get tired of how good you taste, yuta.” you slithered down his frame to rest your head on his chest and listened to the beating of his heart, the rhythm quite soothing. a light blush dusted across his cheeks to his collar bones, and you both relished within this simple intimate moment shared between the two of you, and for only but a second, you relinquished the death grip you held on your fear of getting too close.

you stayed still in this position for awhile until yuta spoke up and broke the silence.

“i...i want you,” he said.

you tilted your head up and gave him a playful smile, “yeah?”

“y-yeah, please.”

yuta was always so polite in what he asked of and requested from you, much different than all of the other people you’ve fed from. you felt that ache in your heart again, and you found it strikingly challenging to push it away this time, but you still chose to ignore it.

you pushed yourself off of yuta and started to rid him of the remainder of his clothes. you drifted your fingers across his biceps and down across the expanse of his torso, tracing the defined muscles of his abdomen. such a perfect specimen he was.

once you had completely stripped him down and yourself as well, you reached underneath yuta’s back and flipped the two of you over so that he was laying on top of you. although his body was quite light, you still secretly loved feeling his weight pressing down into you. it was a sort of comfort, and much like everything else, he felt the same, too.

yuta rested his head in the crook of your neck and whispered, “i’m so hard it hurts, please help me.”

“you’re such a baby,” you chuckled softly but still grabbed at his cock and guided him inside of you. yuta slowly pushed himself in to the hilt and then dropped his body onto yours. the two of you stayed in this position for a brief moment, yuta cherishing the time he was allowed to spend inside of your warmth.

yuta whimpered as he felt you clench around him, “god, you’re so tight.”

“yeah? think you can show me how good you can be for me? fuck me how a good boy does, hm?” you kissed his forehead, and he nodded, pulling out slightly to push back in with the same gentleness that he always had. he repeated this motion a few times and then set a decent pace while you raked your fingers through his long, red locks. he dropped his head back down into your neck, and you kissed all over his jaw, neck, and wherever else you could reach, leaving no inch of skin untouched by you.

yuta sped up his thrusts at your ministrations against his skin, and you let out a small moan at the steadiness of his hips meeting yours. the draw of his pelvis hitting your clit with every thrust felt incredible, and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. you were determined to get him to make you cum before he could, so you tangled your fingers in his hair, yanking his head back, and growled at him to go faster.

this new speed made your head spin with pleasure, and you swear you could have gotten drunk off of the sounds yuta let spill out past his lips into the pillow beneath your head. with one particular sharp thrust, you felt yourself cumming around yuta’s cock. you dragged your nails down yuta’s back, bitting at the shell of his ear, and between the pain and the way your cunt fluttered and spasmed around him, yuta couldn’t help himself from releasing inside of you despite not being instructed to. for some reason, you couldn’t really find it in you to care though.

still on top of you, yuta rested his body on yours as you drew figure eights on the small of his back, feeling the faint scratch marks that formed there. your skin stuck to his in the best way possible as the two of you caught your breath. yuta breathed out hot air against your neck, leaving soft kisses in-between gasps. this was the time you enjoyed most with yuta. you were so vulnerable in the aftermath of your rendezvous, but you trusted him, and he trusted you even if he knew he shouldn’t.

once yuta had regained some strength, he tilted his head to the side to rest on his forearm and said exactly what you expected him to: “i want more.”

you looked at him with a glint in your eyes that he couldn’t quite place. “i’d love to, but i have to go. our time is up, yuta, you know that.” you pushed him off of you, forcing him to pull out of you suddenly. he gazed up at you with defeat dancing around in his irises, but he understood what kind of exchange this was.

as you slid a pant leg up your body, you looked back at yuta and smiled, “i’ll make it up to you, i promise.”

“you better,” he smirked. you couldn’t quite understand just exactly why he decided to make such an ignorant remark, but it struck a nerve deep inside of you.

you grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look you in the eye, “don’t bite the hand that feeds you, yuta. you’ll lose that game.” you gave him a stern glare and a quick raise of your brow before releasing his face and turning away from the boy, knowing damn well that your relationship was quite the opposite.

#yuta #nakamoto yuta #sub!yuta #dom!reader #sub!nct #nct #nct 127 #nct yuta #nct smut #yuta smut

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chmneyy · 11 months

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Leon x reader | Fwb Part 1

The first time u met leon was when both of u were recruited to save Ashley.You and leon are one of the survivors from Raccoon City.After all that tough year of training to be better at fighting the undead,u and leon are now "heroes".

Three weeks before going to Spain to save Ashley, "wanna grab dinner?" A familiar voice is heard. You thought to yourself 'this man trains at the same place as me but never talks to me'."Who's paying?" U asked."I wouldn't be a gentleman if i dont pay for our dinner" leon said while smirking.I nodded my head while packing my stuff.

"u got my number right? Don't worry I'll plan everything out.Just be pretty and give me your time" leon said. 'Huh never thought this emo boy got this in him" u thought while smiling at his attempt to flirt.

Later that night,leon picked u up and both of u had a very pleasant dinner.You guys talked for hours and one thing led to another.At his home,"Are u really okay with this?" Leon whispers into your ears while softly embraced u.

You smile and reassure him "yes leon".Without a second thought,Leon kissed you passionately.It seems like he is desperate for your love.He then princess carry you to his bedroom. "I'm going to touch your breast" leon said softly while waiting for your approval.You laughed and said "u dont need approval for everything,Leon.Do whatever you want".

Leon unzipped your dress and started to kiss every part of your body.The way his tongue rolled on your nipples."Your nipples are getting hard.That's cute" leon said while giving kitten licks to your nipples.He slowly kissed his way to your waist.

"I don't even have to see.I could smell your sweet honey dripping." He said while eyeing my pussy.He started by giving it out a kitten licks and making out with my pussy.You moaned in pleasure "Leon,more please".Leon inserts one of his fingers in your pussy."haa look at this.so wet.Your pussy is so pretty.its begging me to put my cock in".

You are on the verge of cumming and then leon inserted another finger."feels good babe?" He said while thrusting his fingers deep into your pussy.Your legs are shivering hard as you are about to cum.Leon stopped and take his fingers out."oh baby,if u wanna cum,u should cum on this prettt cock" he said while showing off his hard,angry cock.You can't help but stare at his cock.The pre-cum leaking out and the vein around his dick is so delicious."i can't..it's too big" u said while backing away from leon.

After putting on the condoms,leon pulled u by your legs and said "i'll be gentle and tell me if it hurts...i will stop... probably".You gasped at the feeling of dick going in.It makes u feel like a virgin again."Leon its too big." You moaned and looked at him with your teary eyes.You can feel his dick is getting bigger inside of you.Leon let out a whimper "dont show me that kind of face i might not be able to stop later."

You stroked his cheeks "its okay.treat me like im one of your toys,Leon".oh gurl u better prepared for what happens next.Leon eyes widened and starts thrusting hard and fast.Both of u are moaning like a virgin teenagers in heat.

"look at your pussy sucking my dick in asking me to be in you for a long time,are you that desperate for me huh??? I see the way u eyeing me when we are training." Leon said while abusing your pussy. You cant even reply to him as you are falling into the ecstasy of being fucked good.

"ahhh...ohhh im gonna cum,im cumming" leon whimper while rubbing your clits."fuck,you tighten when i rubbed this swollen clits,u like that?"You cant hold it anymore.You squirted all over the bed.He rides ur orgasms and next he knows he is cumming.Leon pulled out and plopped next to you.

"are you okay??" He waits for a reply. But it seems like you passed out from overstimulated.Leon then clean the bed,throwing the condom away and helps to clean all your sweats.

The next morning,you wake up to the sounds of leon's talking on the phone.Leon noticed you wake up and give a forehead kiss.You blushed over his small gesture.You also noticed you are in his black t-shirt and surprisingly u feel clean .Most important of all is leon didnt leave u alone after doing it.

"might as well take a picture if u are going to stare at me like that,sweet heart." Leon said while smiling.You jokingly punched him and laughed."so leon what are we?" U asked while looking at him in the eyes. After an awkward silence, leon replied "i hate to say this but last night was a mistake.i was too drunk to think straight. and no I don't think of this as a one time thing.i'm sorry for leading you like that but i'm willing to explore this new world with you." Leon said while hoping that it didnt hurt you.

"well,thanks for telling me the truth leon.I do appreciate it and to be honest i also dont have romantic feelings towards you but damn we were so compatible last night.So im taking this as us being friends with benefit?" You said while slowly getting out of bed.

Leon smiles and said "Thank you for giving me a chance.Oh dont worry I already made breakfast."You smile as both of u are heading to the kitchen...

AIGHT THATS IT...SHOULD I DO PART 2?????!!!

#re4 leon #leon kennedy #leon x reader #re4 smut

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en-ternity · 11 months

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FLATLINE IS HERE AND I JUST WANNA CRY OMG. LETS GAUR~

“We have to head back,” Jake shouted. “Or else we are going to be late and Jungwon is going to be mad — I don’t like it when Jungwon is mad.”

lolol not the tiny leader being mad and we are all scared here! but i agree with jake! jungwon is scary haha

You had to blink a few times to get used to it, and only then you saw Sunhae, that Jungwon guy of hers, and his friends — the four of them focused on a dartboard poorly placed in one of the beams.

STOP! Not the dartboard jdksajdkal i am brought back to iland days when the boys played dart LMAO so cute T_T

“I am Heeseung,” he said, moving his gaze at Jake for a brief second before he turned back to you, smiling. “I don’t think I have something special to state.”

HAHAHAHAHAHA not the "smiling" when he looks back OOF boy is already flirting dhjhdjsakdhjska

When you didn’t oppose it, he used your connected hands to pull you to him, and suddenly he was so close and the air stuffy. He smelled like the summer nights, like the brisk breeze of the county, like peonies, but as well as the leather of his jacket, and something that you remembered from the day your father taught you how to drive, the smokey scent when you couldn’t pull the car up the hill and forced the engine to its maximum.

HELLO??? This is so beautifully written BYE

“To operate the tents, but the losing team should volunteer to wear the sheep costume and hand the flyers.”

NOT THE SHEEP COSTUME DHJASKDHAHAHAHA I SWEAR WE SAID BEAR COSTUME! IM WHEEZING

“Do the honors, princess,” he said, extending one of the darts.

EXCUSE ME? I didnt expect the nickname so soon. LORD

“It’s her turn,” Jake protested.

“The dart is in her hand,” Heeseung replied with mischief.

THE WAY I SNORTED LMFAO and my mans is napping from the anime con lolol im wheezing because i am brought back to our talks of possessive Jake dhjsakhdjakhahahahahahaha I CANT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY SORRY

“But if you ever decide to binge all the attractions of a carnival again, or if you feel like doing anything you couldn’t — I am here,” he said, reaching for the top of your head, his fingers threaded through your hair as he gave the same soft and quick pat he did on the night of the party.

i am crying. TEARS, ROLLING DOWN PAST MY CHEEKS LOL why would you do this to me. bye

Heeseung thought your expression was the cutest thing he had seen during his twenty-four years of living, there was a certain urge in him to make it disappear.

i can see him squeezing his eyes shut at how cute yn is. PLS crying some more as i continue read

It was the first time you had ever said his name, and it caught him off guard. Not only because of your accent, but coming from your lips, it sounded soft and slow, almost as if you had stolen it and made it all yours.

YUMI, STOP THIS RN! I AM CRYING ENOUGH! THIS IS SO CUTE T-T the way he observes her and listens to her dhjakshdjakjak im melting

“Come on,” one of the women behind said. “Take that box and give your boyfriend a thank you kiss.”

DEAD ASS LMFAOOOOO this is me asf!

“Can I drive you home?” he asked. “I promise I haven’t drank anything today.”

NO NEED TO ASK TWICE!

“I want to see you again,” he whispered.

“I want you to see me again too.”

A laugh escaped from his lips, unintentionally too happy as he reached for his phone on the console and handed it to you.

HAHAHA THIS IS FUNNY! I laughed hella loud and then covered my mouth, turned my head back to check on mans and make sure he's still sleeping lmao

This was a Heeseung you weren’t sure you knew who he was.

OOOOOFFFFF GIRL! SHE IS GONNA LEARN TODAY! but girl, it'll be okay. he raced into your heart anyways dhjaskdhak

He closed his eyes at the familiarity of the moment, but as soon as the darkness welcomed him, you were there again — burning like sunlight.

Heeseung knew this place well enough to not need to think before exchanging the gears, he just kept in mind he needed to come back faster than ever.

H E L L O?!?!?!?!?! I cannot say this enough. omg!!!! this is so well written, bish! my heart racing and telling heeseung to not be stupid! OH GOD i am praying for dude to hurry tf up and come back to yn lol

He couldn’t simply tell he thought you shone like a heart of gold.

I CLENCHED MY ASS AND HE DIDNT TELL HER THIS? Unclenching my ass and omw to beat him up BYE

You were already painfully beautiful like this, but the moment you smiled at him — something stirred and moved inside of him.

i need a break lmfao i am crying way too much! T_T yumi, there are just so much love and i am digging this a whole lot

“I am not letting you slip away tonight,” he whispered.

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH IT'S THIS SCENE! WE MADE IT HERE! FUCK MY LIFE!! HELP??? HAHAHAHAHA T_T

You were so beautiful, he could die all day and every night just to miss you.

CRYINGCRYINGCRYING

“Heeseung!” His grandmother screamed, startling you. “Why there’s such a pretty girl asking for you at my front door?”

PWUAHAHAHAHHA I AM THE GRANDMA BYE

“But now that I am teaching you, he may leave me and go with you.” she finished, causing Heeseung to choke on the air.

LOL BISH! I SNORTED HELLA LOUD HHAHAHAHHAHAHAAH i cant with granny. shes the best

If the whole afternoon hadn’t been homey enough, this — this kiss had been.

please T_T they are both so homey, i wanna stay home forever

“I am very lucky,” Heeseung whispered. “About everyone I have in my life.”

“They are lucky to have you too.”

“Do you think so?”

“I am sure so,” you said, and you didn’t need to look at him to know he was smiling at it.

my mom and dad, PERIOD

Heeseung was already walking towards you, acting as if there was no one else in his eyesight.

bro is so in love, im in love with them lmao

“Go get a room in the name of lord,” someone screamed, so close it hadn’t left any doubt it was for you and Heeseung.

TBH! I HAVE GLASSES FOR A REASON TO PROTECT MY EYES. CAN WE NOT RIGHT NOW?!

“Sunghoon has been complaining about it,” your mother added. “Send him a message once in a while — the boy has been wondering about you.”

the devil has appeared. bye LMAO LEAVING FOREVER

Heeseung was well aware the piece was cheap, probably the cheapest suit you have ever touched, but still, you folded it with so much care before you placed it over a nearby couch — with so much care, he couldn’t come into peace about what he was supposed to do with himself.

it's being taken care of with so much care because she loves him. and like im getting so emotional over this because when you love someone, cheap or not, you are willing to care for them. and ugh ME CRYING SOME MORE

“Now, this is what I call a worth-it movie scene,” your grandma interrupted, making Heeseung step back. “Is this the infamous Lee Heeseung?”

NOT ME ALSO BEING THIS GRANDMA TOO HAHAHAHAAHA

“Sunghoon!” your father greeted.

I CHOKED

“I heard you have been obsessed with a disposable camera,” he said. “So I bought this while I was in Japan last week, I think something higher quality would be better.”

I CANT SCREAM, YUMI LMAO SO HERE I AM, COVERING MY MOUTH AS I SILENTLY SCREAM! ARE YOU SERIOUS?! i forgot we talked about this scene. oh my god, my ass AND my heart are clenched!

“You didn’t need to protect the camera so fiercely.”

“It wasn’t the camera,” you said, and he smiled down at you because he knew.

IM CRYING AGAIN! because ugh, they understand each other so much and i love them. i just love them so much T_T

“Was it?” you asked. “Great?”

“Wonderful,” he whispered.

MOM AND DAD, PLEASE! STOP BEING SO CUTE! I AM CRYING A RIVER OF RAINBOWS AND BUTTERFLIES!

“You are my downfall, but as well my saving, princess,” he whispered. “I hope you know it.”

I JUST FLEW OFF MY CHAIR! BYYYYYE! SEE YOU NEVER!!!!

“Yours,” he whispered.

“Early — when you were introducing me to your grandmother, you didn’t know what to title me,” he explained. “I am yours, no titles required.”

yumi hahahahaha you love making me cry, do you? how can hee say this RIGHT AFTER some love making. LET ME PROCESS WHAT JUST HAPPENED T-T i had to pause and cry ahahha this is so cute, wtf? hes such a lil bish! A SOFT BISH T-T

he wondered if the man ever wore anything that wasn’t dress pants and silk button-downs.

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAH I CANT STOP LAUGHING OMG IT WAS SERIOUS UP UNTIL I SAW THIS AHHAHA

she will forget this moment of charity

YOU USED THIS LMFAO I AM FUCKING LAUGHING! i didnt realize you would really use this line dgsahjdashahahahahahahaha

The cadence of his heart matched with yours. And it was so easy to believe you both are the only ones remaining in the world — so easy.

legit, mom and dad. hi. i am your child right here. fhajskdhjaskdhka T_T this is so pretty. i love them so much! i am going to protect them FOREVER

Heeseung would always wait for you.

i thought we agreed no major angst. you have taken the crown now lmao i am leaving

“Princess,” he called as soon as you picked up. “Have you looked at the moon tonight?”

me shaking and crying lmao i need a new tissue box frfr! YUMI, YOU SAID MY ANGST ARE MEAN. THIS IS MEANER! OMG

“I never got my architect license,” Heeseung said. “But if you tell me about your dream house, I can find you something.”

i remember us gushing over this scene and now im reading it and crying hahaha my emotions are all over the place and idk how to feel rn T_T

“I want to stay with you.”

“Then stay with me,” He whispered. “For as long as you want.”

they are so perfect. so FUCKING PERFECT. im gonna cry a wave of ocean haha

“You have been taking too much care of me, let me take care of you too,” he asked.

THIS IS ME FLYING OUT THE DOOR! BYE!

“Exactly — what if they tell you something that makes you want to leave me?” Heeseung asked, although there was a hint of entertainment in his voice, your answer was solemn.

stop it T_T he wasnt even joking either!!!! my heart breaks more and more for my bro man

“Don’t get me wrong, I loved having you in my car, and the shower, but having you here — all pretty on my bed, I will take my time with you.”

ME CRYING AND SCREAMING IN SILENT HELLO?! I WAS NOT READY FOR THIS PART! OH MY GOD. OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH I NEED TO PAUSE AGAIN OH LORD HAVE MERCY ON ME!

“We should listen to what the youth has to say,” she smiled.

AHEM! Again, i am the grannies lmao

“Please, no sir — we are all family here.”

SHIP ME TO DELULU LAND RIGHT FUCKING NOW OMFG

OKAY I AM DONE. i cried, i laughed, and i cried again ahah i screamed for a little bit, but i was able to hold my composure again. idk how many times i changed the music to fit the mood. everything was beautiful. absolutely beautiful. ignore my commentary in our DMs hahahahaahahha THESE ARE THE REAL ONES. I couldnt stop picturing everything that heeseung was seeing and doing when he's with yn. i felt all the emotions of love in here and oh my god, LET ME GO CRY AGAIN HAHAHA

p.s. the mole tracing scene could've still been added at the end BUT ITS OKAY LMAO i can wait for that extra scene :P

I LOVE YOU MY SOUL SISTER!

I AM CRYING! I JUST CAN’T WITH YOU! This story is so long that I didn’t expect you to do your long reviews but here we are 🥹

The story wouldn’t have come to life without you, seriously, if you weren’t here to listen to every stupid question, every stupid doubt, and mental breakdown, I wouldn’t have had the courage to finish it (and I wouldn’t have made Sunghoon so hateable) so thank you so much for your help (ever since January!) and this review ♥️

I can really picture you as the grannies lol they were the best and so funny just like you! I LOVE YOU!

#yumi’s asks #genie!#the sunghoon to my jake

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umbralsound-xiv · 3 months

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Books and Braids.

One of our first suns took us to the markets; and having worked there so long... It was so strange, almost, to see so much the same.

"To think i once worked here… Everything is roughly in the same place, but i suppose forty cycles is not so long for a city as ancient as Radz-at-Han." Eir quietly remarks as he makes way through the plaza, the gentle hum of the aetheryte barely heard amongst the chatter. Everything hung with the conflicting smells of perfumes and spices, all manner of people looking to trade. "…Anything in particular you are looking for, my Moon?" Eir regards Sayuri with a smile as he held her hand in his own, which he offered a gentle squeeze.

Curious eyes shot across every little colourful thing that may spark the Seeker's interest, her gaze not quite seeming to know where exactly to settle for a moment; finally opting to lock onto Eir, instead. ".. Mostly just looking, but.." She hums, squeezing his hand in return. "I'd like to get some gifts before we head home, but I hardly have to get those now.. Unless I find something."

"No reason not to, unless something catches our eyes, mm? I… Would like some new dancing silks, perhaps. Or even something nice to just lounge around in." His gaze traces over the markets, some familiar, some not. Regardless, he keeps Sayuri close. "…Gifts for… Bexy? Vex? Your parents?"

"Why not both?" Sayuri beams an oh-so-innocent grin. Yes, she is going to spoil him. ".. Yes. I'd imagine jewelry works for Bexy, and my mother.. I am.. not sure Vex would be interested in it, though.. And Masashi.. I will figure something out."

"Sayuri…!" Eir commences his pleading tone. "You already paid for the room, and… I do not even want to recall the price, only that i could have purchased perhaps everything i could eat in a cycle with it." A small pout is given, then. "…But if i find something nice, then…" Trailing, he nods to her words. "Perhaps something practical for Vex? Not that i can suggest what…"

".. Well, what else am I meant to do with the coin? Let the mountain grow, and never spend it?" She returns a small pout of her own. ".. It's hard to know what to get her, considering she's not.. overly aware of what she likes herself. Other than anything edible."

"No, just… You cannot give me -everything- i want, yes? That has the makings to make me spoiled beyond belief. But i will not say no to a treat." Looking over the stalls more ponderously, he considers. "…I do not know. We can always bring her something nice to eat home, but i feel like she should have something more… Permanent, too."

It is so strange to have such... Wealth in my life. I almost feel guilty receiving it, but... ...It is nice. And i know she does not do it because i expect it.

Sayuri's pout increases, ears tilting back. "..Fine." She grumbles, huffing. ".. Yeah, I agree. I am just.. struggling to figure out what. I sincerely doubt she has owned a piece of jewelry, so.. Her ears are not pierced, I can't see her wearing a bracelet.. I'm not sure how she'll react to necklaces, considering.." Sayuri's free hand raises up to her own neck, fingers lightly cupping at her throat. ".. Her last decoration." She mumbles beneath her breath.

"...Yeah…" Eir manages a sigh, considering. "…She does keep her hair tied up, however. Perhaps a hairpin? It could be functional, too, if it was sharp enough. Like a dagger. Or a lockpick. Something perhaps a little more subtle than…" Eir gestures to something at his shoulder; clearly meaning Vex's scythe.

She cants her head in thought, humming faintly. Her gaze follows Eir's gesture, a small smile on her lips. ".. You know. I think she'd appreciate that."

"…You think so?" Eir brightens a little at the suggestion, nodding. "Then, i am sure you will be able to find such a thing. I will find things too; something for Mahi'a, but i have a good idea of what. Perhaps gift shopping will not be so difficult, hm? Just… Do bear in mind that we have to carry it back…"

"I do." She smiles. A brow lofts, a faint chuckle leaving her. ".. Are you saying that to me, or yourself? The things I plan on getting are relatively small."

"…Both? Both of us. But mostly me…" Eir admits, trailing off with a sigh. "…Well, then. Shall we start looking in earnest? I would like to look at clothes, i think. Get something nice to wear for my honeymoon, mm?"

Sayuri leans her head over to boop her forehead against his shoulder, smiling softly. "Let's go have a look, then."

Nodding, Eir leads the way to a stall draped with brocade and the fanciest of fabrics. Lightly up immediately, he begins to admire the display, running his fingertips over a sky blue pair of trousers. "…Silk, Sayuri. Thavnairian silk!" He holds it out for her to feel. "…It is unrivaled; you understand why i like my clothes to be made from it, yes?" He can't seem to keep his eyes in one place, darting from one thing to the next. "…What colour? I do not think i have anything in orange, nor green. Or yellow, come to think of it. Purple is fetching, and sky blue would match you, i think. There is always red? But i have a lot of red…" He trails, indecision beginning to rear it's ugly head…

".. Well, yes. We are in Thavnair." Sayuri teases, flashing a tiny grin his way at the same time her hand extends to brush her fingers along the silk, sinking her head into a nod at his question, only to loft another at the ramble of colours. A soft laughter leaves her, head canting to the side. ".. And I have a lot of blue and black, that won't stop me from getting more."

"Nor should you, you look lovely in it. And---" Eir cuts himself off lest he say something not for public ears, simply giving a small hum of amusement. "…Well? What do you think would be best? I am drawn to the red." Eir nods, before adding. "…But the purple is nice. And the blue…"

...And she looks lovely out of it, but those words were better served for private moments, and not in the middle of a busy street.

The sudden cut-off sentence makes Sayuri's eyes narrow with suspicion, yet she keeps herself from prying any further.. for now. ".. So get one of each."

"Sayuri…" Eir protests, guiltily. "You cannot spend all of your money on me, it is hardly fair. Which would you think looks nicest?" He holds each of them up; all functionally identical, save for the colour. A warm, vibrant red. A regal, luxurious purple. Or a pale, summer-sky blue, all framed with gold brocade.

Sayuri pouts at his protest, yet says nothing further on the matter. Her gaze shifts between the options, before she raises a hand and pokes at, unsurprisingly, the red one. ".. It looks nice with the gold."

"…The red one, then. And… A few lengths of ribbon, i think. Sometimes i weave them into my braids for dancing. Some miqo'te even attach things to their tails when performing." Eir nods, offering payment to the stallkeep in exchange for the attire, which is neatly wrapped up and offered back. He turns to her with a grin, then. "…What sort of things are you looking for, in terms of clothing?"

Sayuri mentally notes down the appearance of the other two items, gazing over to Eir with a tilted head. ".. And in other things." She whispers, smirking. Her eyes innocently flick out over the clothing available, humming. ".. Something fitting for the culture here, light. Covers.. that which needs to be covered."

Eir's silver gaze immediately darts to Sayuri's as she quips, though he says nothing more on it, remaining tight-lipped until he follows her attention. "…There will be plenty of options. And the tailors here work so quickly, that you would be able to get something in a sun or two. Regardless, i think the style will suit you well. Does anything catch your eye?"

She fights another smirk at his stare, letting her tail sway a little more than it normally does in its idle state. She trails over to an attire similar to that Eir himself picked out, albeit in a more feminine shape. A brief moment is spent in quiet consideration, her gaze slowly shifting over to Eir with a slightly raised brow. She chokes back the desire to make another, cheesy little quip.

His gaze had settled on her, lips pulling into a small pout at her smirk, tail catching and captivating his attention. He watches it still as she walks, entranced… And doesn't notice for the longest time that she's looking at him. He blinks, before his own brows loft. "Something you can wear, Sayuri."

Sayuri pauses, letting her lips curl into a cheeky smirk. ".. Oh, I can. Out, specifically." She half murmurs beneath her breath, yet loud enough for Eir to more than likely hear.

...Gods, Sayuri...! ...Not that i am upset for her mischief; much the opposite. But it is simply so... Unexpected.

"Sayuri!" Her name is a scold beneath his breath; not because she's wrong, mind. A hue of red colours his cheeks as he huffs quietly, as his vision casts away to distract his thoughts from that particular path. "Clothes, i mean. Are there any you like?"

She keeps a grin on her lips, muting the laughter that takes to her but is only notable due to her shaking shoulders. A deep breath is drawn, that mischievous smirk of her fading into a oh-so (not) innocent smile. "Yes. I know this is quite similar to what you got, but.. It's nice."

"It is… And would suit you well. We would match, i think. That could be fun." Eir hums, looking over it. "…In what colour, do you think? Or will you simply buy the rainbow of colours and decide on each sun which you like best?" He teases.

A faint snicker leaves Sayuri, her brow slowly lofting at the tease. ".. Maybe I will also get a red one if you're not careful, love." She mumbles, canting her head with another smirk quickly taking to her lips. She just can't help herself.

Eir's brows loft at the tease, and he fights to dismiss the rosy glow at his cheeks. "You would not be wearing it very long." Eir murmurs back, drawing a little closer to her. "I thought you said you would keep me cool, here in Thavnair… Not get me all hot and bothered."

Sayuri's ears twitch faintly in response, gaze lingering upon him and eyes lidding ever so slightly. ".. Who says I can't do both, hm?"

"…I am standing proof that you can." Eir replies, head inclined, though his cheeks are a little redder than he might have liked. "I see you want to make a habit out of every new city we visit together, hm? I can sprint through these streets too. I remember them well enough." Finally returning his gaze to her own, his words are spoken with hesitation. "Is… Is there anything else you wanted, at the market?" A pause. "To buy." Eir retorts, before she has chance.

She offers no verbal response, simply giving him a smirk as she pulls the attire she had picked from the pile - the red one, specifically. And, for good measure, a white one. She shifts herself over to the stallkeep, trading the required amount of coin for the two pieces of clothing before she turns herself to Eir. ".. Shutting down my responses before I have a chance to give them. How very rude of you, Eir Fellfrost." She grins.

"Tormenting me in public and making an already hot day even hotter. Perhaps you are the rude one, Sayuri Fellfrost." He watches her choices of attire, giving a short nod of approval, before glancing back to her. "We have ideas for gifts, and attires. What shall we look for next, mm?"

"Well, at least I will be cooling you down, too." She pouts, snickering softly immediately afterwards. ".. You tell me, I don't know what there is."

Eir smirks at the pout, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. "There is a little bookstall… I think, if they are still running. Some places for spices, for food. Jewelry… Some for basic medicine. Another that sells weaponry…"

Sayuri's ears wiggle faintly as their lips meet, a slight, red tint taking to her cheeks as her head then bows down and gaze automatically shifts outwards - as if trying to judge however many saw that happen, almost as if they did something forbidden, in public. Old habits die hard, but she's trying! A deeper breath is drawn to collect herself before she peers back to Eir, considering his words. ".. Hm. We could check if there's any books you'd like..?" She cants her head. ".. Jewelry can always wait another sun, whenever we gift-shop.. Same with the weaponry, if I am to get Vex a dagger.. And.. So far, no medicine is needed.."

"The book stall, then." He gives a soft little smile as he catches her glance, caressing her cheek. "…We are married, love. We can kiss in public. No one will mind, care, nor judge." He presses a kiss to her forehead, then, leading on towards the bookstall.

She tilts her head into his palm, exhaling a soft sigh. "..I know. It's just-.. new, to let it be seen.." She mumbles, ears flickering faintly at the added forehead kiss before they move on.

"…I know that it is not… Something you have always allowed yourself. I will try not to embarrass you." Eir murmurs, giving her hand a soft squeeze. "Kissing at the wedding must have been strange for you, with so many watching…"

"It's not so much embarrassment as just.. a deep-seated desire to protect you, even if the dangers I'm trying to protect you from are.. long gone, and were around way before we met." She sighs, returning a soft squeeze. ".. It was."

"Well, you need fear them no longer. Not here, of all places. I know it is something you are still getting used to." Pulling into a quieter bit of the market, a hyur woman sits reading at her bookstall, hair pulled into neat braids. As Eir approaches, her attention briefly drifts up… And it isn't long before she's staring straight at him.

".. I'm working on it." Sayuri offers an almost pained smile along with her words. The quiet soon graces her ears, making them tilt back ever so slightly in a more relaxed state.

It could not be... ...Surely not. But she was only a child when i left, and now she is...

Eir's gaze locks with the womans… And flees to a book. Dropping into his usual customary silence, he holds Sayuri's hand that bit tighter.

The sound of a book closing sharply punctures the quiet, and she finally leans closer. The woman looks to be older, in her fifties -- Give or take a few cycles. Finally, she speaks. "…It is you… Isn't it?" A pause, then. "…Svangeir?"

Sayuri pauses, letting her hand grip Eir's much tighter than it had been. Her icy yet seemingly calm stare locks upon the woman, her breathing shallow enough to barely be noticed. She merely waits, for now, but is notably tenser than she was beforehand.

Eir doesn't reply for a considerable long moment, staring at the cover of the book. Slowly, he begins to rock back and forth on his heels…

"Don't you dare!" The woman calls, head inclined. "It -is- you! Svangeir! Welcome home! No one had heard a thing from you since…" She trails, a little uneasy, then. "…My condolences. And… Congratulations?" Regarding Sayuri then, she offers a little smile, gesturing to their hands.

Sayuri eases, as the woman appears to be no danger. She manages a small smile of her own the Hyur's way, keeping her grasp of Eir's hand - even offering it a small tug in some attempt to keep him with her.

"…Naya…" Eir replies with a small smile, though seemingly a little anxious for it. He does, however, pull his gaze up to meet her. "Yes, it… It is me. You sell books still?" He asks, slowly coming out of his shell.

I... Could not think what to say. I was happy, of course; happy to see her, glad for a friendly face. But... Worried. There were others, surely. Those who... May have wanted to know why i was gone for so long. ...I did not want to tell them. Discussing Lili was painful enough. Speaking of my conscription would be... Unthinkable.

"I took over the family business some cycles ago, yes. We still sell books. Even your favourites." She grins, gesturing to a small stack of flowery written books. "…It's been so long. I think i was still a girl when you left." Smiling to Sayuri, she dips her head. "I assume you're the one taking care of him, now?"

Sayuri briefly eyes the small stack of books, an amused huff leaving her before her gaze returns to the woman. Her torn ear droops, ever so slightly. ".. It is a mutual care, I believe." She smiles, gazing up at Eir briefly before letting her eyes fall onto the woman once more. "But.. yes. I am his wife."

"My wife, Sayuri." Eir introduces, a little more confidently with the pride of it all. "She looks after me well. I try to do the same for her."

Naya beams widely. "And so you should! Sisters know you're a handful!" The hyur teases, "I'm sure the only reason you found our book stall in the first place was because it was the only place quiet enough not to frighten you off. Is he still just as bad?"

Sayuri manages a small smirk at the tease. "It is.. slightly hard for me to answer, as I did not know him back then.." She pauses. ".. Or exist." Her lips tug into a thin line, a small cough emitting shortly afterwards. ".. In any case, judging by where we live, loud areas certainly doesn't scare him away."

"I was never quite… That bad…" Eir murmurs, glancing away. "I live in Eorzea, now. We are newly wed; here on our honeymoon."

Nodding, Naya seems to accept that answer. "…Well, it explains why you've been so… Absent. But, don't let me keep you. Here -- You can take this one." Offering a book adorned with flowers, it's given to Eir who takes it appreciatively. "Enjoy your honeymoon, the both of you! We'll catch up when you come back for another book. I know you will!" She laughs.

A soft laughter leaves the Seeker, her head tilting in Eir's direction to offer a subtle nudge against his shoulder. "Thank you - we will. And.. he sure will."

"Thank you, Naya…" He sighs, seemingly relieved, book in his arm. "…We will have a proper catch up, soon. But yes, we will. Until then, yes?" The woman sees them off with a friendly wave, and Eir breathes a sigh of relief as soon as they have made it far enough. "…It was… Bound to happen eventually…" He murmurs.

"Well.. It was a much nicer recognition than mine was, in Kugane." She smiles, gently bumping her head against his shoulder.

"Yes, and i am not sad for seeing her, and… Likely, there will be others. But they will ask me questions…" Eir murmurs, quietly. "Questions i am… Not ready to answer. If nothing else, it was nice to see a familiar face, though one long aged. She was a girl when i knew her. Barely into her teenage cycles, i think. But, at least she remembers still what i enjoy reading." The cover of the book is decidedly flowery; a romance novel, for certain.

Sayuri offered his hand a gentle squeeze. "..I will be with you, love. And you do not have to answer anything you're not ready for."

"I… I know. Thank you, love." Eir leans in, as though he was going to kiss her, and… Hesitates, pulling away only slightly. And then, a small apology. "…Sorry."

...I wished not to embarrass her. I know she is not so... Used to public affection...

Sayuri peers up at him, seeking to bring the two of them to a sudden halt to then place herself in front of him. A hand raises to his chin, aiming to cup it. ".. You come back here and kiss me, Eir Fellfrost." She pouts.

"I.. I was not running, i just thought--- There are so many people, Sayuri. I… I did not want you to---" He babbles, half anxious in explaining himself, as the hand that held her own does not let go.

"Eir." While emphasis is put on his name, there's nothing but softness and affection in her tone. "Kiss me. Please."

There's no more hesitation, as Eir leans in to claim her lips with his own, pulling her into a deep, affectionate embrace. His hand holds her own tightly, gently trailing his thumb over her ring, a flicker of a smile in his lips. He does not pull away until she does.

...And so i did. I did not care about what others thought; only about her. And if she wished me to kiss her, i would. As much as she wished, for as long as she wished. In that moment, time stood still.

She meets his lips with her own, indulging in the kiss no matter who saw it - at this very point, she didn't care. Supposedly. The tiny red blush on her cheeks may suggest otherwise, but there's certainly no negative effect for the Seeker. Her free arm curls around his waist to drag herself closer to him, the hand holding his squeezing it tightly. She seems quite intent, and content, to linger in the kiss.

He gives pause, if only to gauge her reaction; and when she does not pull away, sinks in deeper. A small murmur is given against her lips, and were it not for the things carried in his other arm, he would have embraced her all the same. Eir did not care for the attention he drew; kissing in the middle of a crowded city hadn't bothered him so much. But a few eyes were certainly looking in their direction, now…

She remains a touch longer, eventually seeking to break the kiss yet not pull away. Her head pushes against his, nudging her forehead against him. "Thank you." She murmurs, refraining from moving her gaze anywhere that wasn't him.

"…I should be thanking you." Eir whispers, returning the nudge. His gaze settles to her own, offering a warm smile. "…Where to, my moon? Unless you would like to stand here and kiss me again?" He smirks, teasing… Mostly.

".. Tempting." She hums, tilting her head. ".. We could wander the city? There's still.. so much we- I, haven't seen."

"We. It has been so long, some things are bound to be different. We can find a garden, perhaps? Or a seat at the meyhane? The view is lovely from there. And then, we can plan our next sun together, hm?"

".. Mmh? My view is lovely wherever he is." She beams an oh-so sweet smile his way, before sinking her head into a nod. "That does sound lovely, though."

"Oh hush, you…" Eir flushes a warm shade of red, before stealing another kiss. "It is not a far walk. A cup of chai each, perhaps? It is served warm, as though i need not be any warmer here. But it tastes nice, so it is worth it."

"Never." She murmurs, returning the kiss swiftly. "More of an excuse to cuddle up to me, hm? Not that you need one."

"Not that i need one. But cosying up with you, a cup of chai, to watch a Thavnairian sunset? I would never say no to that." Eir begins to walk in the direction of the meyhane, hand in her own. "…Did you… Still wish for a picnic, while we are here?"

"A wonderful end to a wonderful sun." She smiles. "Yes, I do."

"Then, we will pick the nicest sounding things from the markets on the sun we go, and take them with us." Eir considers for a moment as he proceeds down the busy walkway, the sound of the mayhane just around the corner. "Would you.. Prefer a picnic on the beach? Or surrounded by flowers?"

A thoughtful hum leaves her as she considers the options. "Both sound lovely.. And I'd like to do both, different suns..." She mulls over the thought a little longer, before glancing up at Eir. "Will you make me a pretty little flower crown if we are among the flowers?" The question is uttered in an unusually sweet tone, and judging by the little smirk that follows, it may of been a joke. May of.

"A crown? No. I will make you nothing short of a headdress. I will braid your hair with flowers of all colours, that you would be prettier than any bouquet." Pausing, he adds, "---If you want me to." Entering the Meyhane, he moves towards the bar, to quietly order the chai. "…Perhaps one sun we will catch a performance here, hm?"

".. Sure, why not? My hair is a blank canvas." Sayuri grins, snickering quietly. ".. At least you won't have to try too hard to colour match the flowers and my hair." Her gaze drifts towards the stage, head sinking into a nod. "I'd like that."

"Your hair is like… Pretty strands of moonlight. When i braid it… I like to think it is my way of keeping you safe. Silly as it might sound." The chai is settled on the bartop, and Eir is quick to offer Sayuri her own. "Now… We find somewhere to sit. In here, or the gardens?"

Sayuri's fingers curl around the cup, head motioning towards the gardens as she began to wander in the direction of it. "Well.. I like it when you braid my hair."

"I enjoy braiding it. It is just… Another little mark of love. All the better that it suits you. You need only ask." He smiles, walking with her, seeking out a spot to sit. "…I remember the first sun i did. I had not my sight with me, and… We were staying in the same room. It was a sweet memory that perhaps aided me in my daydreams of kissing you."

".. When you made a prettier braid blind than I did with my sight." Sayuri laughs, gazing to him. ".. I've learned a bit better now, but.. I still prefer you doing it."

"Since i went to the forest when they deemed me a man, i had begun braiding my hair. I have had -many- cycles of practice." Eir spies a shady patch of grass beneath a tree, and opts to sit against it. "You did well with my hair. It… Was a nice thing to wake up to, that sun. Such little things as this."

...Such sweet, little things. Only... They are not little. Even fleeting moments, such as a shared kiss in the middle of a busy street, or sharing a cup of chai... They are things i will keep with me, always.

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skylordhorus · 4 years

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eCh this peppermint tea now no longer smells or tastes like peppermint once brewed

#*deep space noises*#gross.....#it has the tingle of mint hitting u afterwards but thats it #the smell is familiar but i cant place my finger on it #kinda grassy but sweeter??#its making me think of seaweed even tho its def not that either #regardless its Rank and i feel let down

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dr4cking · 3 years

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a Quickie, please?

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draco malfoy x reader | smut | kinda fluff |

a/n : i mean a quickie with draco could never gone wrong😼

"there you go! all done and ready to get those clients! you look so fricking good, babe" y/n said as she finishing one last step at her boyfriend's look.

he must look decent today even though he's already a good looking guy, but today was special. he has a meeting where he has to get his big clients to deal with his company.

"thank you, love, but only it's because of all of the work by your pretty hands" draco takes her hand on his and kissed it gently making y/n laughed at his little action.

"mhmm.. i wonder what these hands could do with another thing tho" draco winked at her seductively and leaned into her ear, whispering the words like it was an innocent thing to say, sending chills to her spine.

he brought her hand closer to his face, putting 2 of her fingers into his mouth sucking hardly causing her to moaned lowly.

"draco, get your shit together, you are all set i don't wanna redoing you" y/n pushes him away by his shoulder shaking her head in disagreement at his sudden mood.

"yeah but you look too hot to resist now, cant blame me." he pulls her waist closer to his, burying his face on her hair smelling her scent, and he let out a soft moan into her ear, teasing her.

his erection growing more painful as he thinks about the sinful things of what he could do to his girlfriend now.

"draco you-"

"dont act like you dont want it, love" draco starts to pressing wet kisses onto her jaw and neck, grinding his boner on her clothed cunt making her legs shuddered at the sensation.

"no draco, you will be late. it's important, you will not lose your client because you are too horny at this time" both of them chuckles at her words but draco still not letting her go.

"oh cmon baby, let's have a quickie. you know i need the ‘motivation’.. dont worry i will not messing my looks, i dont even have to take off my clothes, please i need to be inside you now"

y/n moaned at his last sentences and the feeling of his fingers now rubbing her sex, she gives him a little nod and pulls him closer to her by his tie.

"you better make this quick draco or you will get nothing at all" y/n grabbed his face and colliding their lips together, both groaning at the feeling.

"damn, yes ma'am" draco wasted no time and pick her up by her waist and throw her to the bed with him landing on top of her, he quickly takes off her shorts and underwear.

"hmm you already soaking wet, love, i’m pretty sure you said no earlier" he thrusts two digits into her pumping them a few times stretching her out a bit, y/n arched her back and bite down on her bottom lip to prevent any noises coming out of her mouth, but it was no use.

draco knelt in between her legs, he pulled down only his zipper on his trousers and pulling out his throbbing cock that already hard as a rock.

he lining up his cock on his girlfriend's entrance collecting her juices, he rubbed his red swollen tip on her clit making y/n squirmed.

"hurry draco!" she gets impatient as she takes a look at the clock hanging on the wall.

draco pumped his cock twice before starting to push in all the way inside her, he put his hand on her throat, gripping it and give it a light squeeze, choking her.

both of them were screaming each other’s name at the feeling of finally being connected in one. he starts to rock in and out of her, thrusting hard and deep.

"oh fuck baby, you're so goddamn tight.. wrapping my cock so fucking tight inside you"

draco placed one of her legs on his shoulder and began thrusting harder and rougher, the new angle somehow making him go deeper inside her, y/n is already a moaning mess under his thrusts.

"yes- oh my god dray.. you're fucking me so good, shit-" she cant even speak properly as her body keep bouncing up and down under him, draco leaned down to her and captures her lips on his, his hand still on her throat.

"holyfuck- princess, you feel so good, keep clenching around me like that and i wont last longer" draco let out a moan every time her walls keep clenching around his cock squeezing him tighter, he screwed his eyes shut in pleasure, his mouth shaped in 'o".

"yes yes! fuck- harder, please.." and draco granted her wish, snapping his hips harder on her leaving no space between their bodies.

he pushed her hips down with his other hand as y/n didnt stop moving, his rough thrust not only making her moving uncontrollably but the bed hit the walls repeatedly too.

draco knows he wont last longer as he feels the familiar feeling tighten in his stomach, he moved his hand down and circles her clit always wanting her to cum first. y/n moaned his name non stop at the double pleasure he gave her.

"cmon cum for me darling" with his permission, she moan his name out lou as she came hard around him, covering his cock in her juices.

draco look down at the way his cock still riding her high and he instantly spilled all of his white warm liquid inside his girlfriend at the sight.

he moans at his release, muffling his sounds by kissing her lips, and biting her bottom lip softly, he ride out his high before naturally pulling out, he smiles at y/n and thanking her.

"told you babe i can make it quick" draco said as he tuck his softening cock back in his trousers and pulled up the zipper back on.

he cleaned her up and putting her shorts on before sitting her up straightly.

y/n was wondering how can he not be messy at all like nothing had just happened. he literally just fucked her at animalistic pace few minutes ago.

"good. now go draco before you really gonna be late, make momma proud!" draco laughs at y/n before taking his bag and wand in his hand, apparating to his office.

lets just say, he got the deal.

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(just wanna say thankyou for your kind words in the form it makes me happy 😘💞)

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crimsonophelia · 3 years

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hi! can i have a scenario where gn! reader and childe have extremely fluffy and soft sex? maybe you could add in a lil moment where reader cries out his real name and childe malfunctions?? idk this can go ANYWHERE but i really love ur writing so i don’t mind anything!! ok have a great day !!

featuring: childe x gn!reader

warnings: nsfw: 18+ only, fluffy smut, gender neutral reader, slight praise kink, typos

published: july 20, 2021

form: imagine

a/n: thank you anon!! hope you like this—childe is such a sweetheart, he really is so endearing

childe usually had two modes when the two of you would get intimate. one, the most common, was the riled up horny teenage boy, where he is rutting up into you, calling you all sorts of sweet names, leaving you utterly breathless and unable to catch a break beneath him.

the other mode, less common but not unwelcome, was the slightly softer childe, when the hedonistic fatui harbinger became more like ajax, the kind and considerate lover, attentive of all your needs and content to just savor each second of intimacy the two of you shared.

tonight, you were lucky enough to witness the latter childe. after several weeks of separation due to the nature of working for the fatui, you were finally reunited with your beloved tartaglia, and it was clear that he had missed you as much, if not more, than you missed him.

your boyfriend had you pinned on your shared wangshu inn bed beneath him, as he gazed down at you with a look of wonder.

“babe,” he uttered dreamily, pressing kisses down the tendons in your neck, leaving red marks that were sure to turn purple the next day. “i missed you so fucking much.”

you sighed as childe’s familiar scent—woody and fresh—washed over your senses, and his calloused fingertips ran along your exposed skin. this was home. he was your home.

a particularly well-placed kiss along the curves of your collarbone caused you to moan softly. your lover smirked at your response. “the weeks felt like years”, you told him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck as he fumbled with the belt at his waist.

“oh?”, you chuckled. “eager, are we?”

childe slumped his shoulders with an exasperated whine. “[y/n]”, he groaned. “we haven’t fucked in weeks, have some sympathy, won’t you?”

you couldnt help but to laugh beneath him as he finally managed to weasel his way out of his pants, the both of you now clad only in your underwear.

without much hesitance, childe bent over and kissed you deeply on the lips, slipping his tongue past your lips and into your mouth. his familiar, comforting taste filled your mouth, the movements and idiosyncracies of his kiss so unique to him, but you knew it all so well. the way he loved to nip and pull at your bottom lip with his teeth, the way he closed his eyes and you felt his long eyelashes brushing your cheek, the way he always rested his hands on your hips as he kissed you, fingers playfully tugging at the hem of your underwear.

something you loved to do when making out with tartaglia was to tug at his hair. you knew the type of reaction it would elicit, and you were right yet again this time. with your fingers buried deep within his ginger locks, you gave a tug, and heard childe give a high-pitched, terribly lewd moan into your mouth. the bulge in his underwear that had been rubbing up against your knee earlier also grew noticeably harder.

you pulled away from the kiss, laughing at the involuntary reaction you had pulled out of your boyfriend. childe, on the other hand, sat pouting, cheeks glowing a bright snezhnayan red with embarassment.

“that’s it”, childe huffed, feigning anger. “i’ve had enough of you bullying me.” he lowered his hands to discard himself of his underwear, freeing his member that was already a bright, blushing red, aroused for you and you only. “i just wanna feel you all around me, babe. i missed you so much.”

you braced yourself for what was to come. you hadn’t had childe inside you for a few weeks now, so you hoped that the stretch would be a pleasurable challenge. you pulled childe down for another kiss. “that was my plan all along, my love.”

unceremoniously removing your underwear, childe lined himself up at your entrance, and slowly pressed the tip of his cock inside you. “how does that feel, babe?” he asked, brushing some stray hairs off your sweat-beaded face. “i know it’s been a while—let me know if you want me to take it a little slower, okay?”

his consideration and tenderness with which he held you in his hands made you lightheaded. “no, please just—”, you stuttered, even just one inch of him inside you causing you to stumble over your words. “just go how you normally would. there’s nothing about you i cant handle.”

another inch pressed into you, the stretch growing more and more intense but just as delicious as the last time. childe leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips. “forever my strong [y/n]”, he groaned softly, pressing the rest of his cock into you, the tip hitting the spot in your walls that made your head spin.

“agh, fuck”, you moaned, grip on your lover’s wrists tightening. “please move.”

a kiss sucked along your jaw this time. “your wish is my command, babe.”

childe began pumping himself in and out of you, at a leisurely pace, completely unlike the times where he was worked up and needed a quick fuck as he practically jackhammered into you. no, this was soft, and tender, and filled with years of love and trust. he knew exactly how you liked it—which spots made your knees go weak, what pace made you moan out his name like a mantra, which places that you loved to feel his hands roam.

with each movement in and out of your hole, childe’s length always managed to hit that sweet spot that had tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, pulling moans out of you, begging him to go harder. “hnn, ajax, y-yes!”, you cried, eyes squeezed shut with pleasure, not even realizing you had uttered your lover’s birth name. “h-harder, please, please!”

childe stopped moving above you for a moment. you cracked open your eyes to see his mouth hanging open slightly, beads of sweat rolling off his cheekbones and down his jaw. he looked dumbfounded, as if the lust had gotten to his head. yet not a moment later, he began thrusting into you without abandon, hands gripping your thighs until his knuckles turned white, harder than he had gone before.

“say my name again.”

ah, so that’s what got him. content at discovering something else that got him turned on, you acquiesced and cried out your most convincing, most arousing moans. this was your way of treating him, knowing how much he loved to hear you cry.

“ahhhh fuck! ajax!”, you wailed erotically. “ajax, i’m so close—you’re doing so good, baby!” you could feel your orgasm beginning to build up as each pound of childe’s cock inside you wound you up, making your spine arch and head thrown back. you moaned and panted wildly as your lover’s ministrations didn’t seem to be slowing down anytime soon, the only sounds in the room was the slapping of skin on skin and noises of pleasure being emitted by both of you. with a final few hard, heavy thrusts into you, your eyes rolled back, and you came heavily, childe following you not long after, milky white cum spilling over your stomach and chest.

even after cumming, childe’s heavy panting sounded like some of the most erotic noises you had ever heard. he collapsed next to you on the bed, exhausted, messy, but completely and utterly content. you had missed this. even the feeling of his release covering you, the smell of his exhaustion and effort, the red marks from where his fingers gripped your thighs. you had missed it all. you had missed him.

“ajax”, you rolled over on your side, peering down at your boyfriend’s form, drifting in and out of consciousness. “you’re perfect.”

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odetojeons · 3 years

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What Tigers Do — Kwon Soonyoung

request: hi! i just came across your recent joshua imagine and omg IT WAS REALLY GOOD😭, would you be able to do a dom!hoshi with a breeding kink, please? already in love with your blog<3

tags: fem and sub!reader, dom!hoshi, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, reader insert, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (stay safe everyone!), established hoshi x reader

a/n: accidently spent the night writing this lmfao, i was going to only start a bit but got too caught up on it :’) btw this goes from cute to sexy real quick to cute again, but anyways, i hope you like it!!

word count: 3329

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“Another plushie?” you ask as soon as Soonyoung enters inside the room, holding plastic bags in a hand and a tiger plushie in the other. He pretends he didn’t listen, but you continue anyways. “You know that you have a lot of those already, right? They are only collecting dust.”

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“Why not have more?” Soonyoung asks instead, like that would make all the sense.

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“Because,” you start, getting up from the sofa and walking across the living room until you’re right in front of your boyfriend. He towers over you easily, but the way he averts his eyes elsewhere makes him look so small. “You only ever use a few. The rest is sitting somewhere getting musty and you take forever to clean them.”

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Soonyoung pouts. You sigh; it means that he knows you’re right but he’s too stubborn to say it. Grabbing one of his hands, he stops unpacking the stuff he bought and looks at you.

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“You like tigers that much?” you question softly, and he nods a little. Soonyoung puts his plastic bags on the ground and makes a grab for your waist, pulling you up against him.

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The action is a bit sudden, although welcome, and you yelp in surprise when you lend against his chest. You look up and catch Soonyoung smiling down at you like you’re the most endearing thing he has ever seen.

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“Of course I do,” he tells, watching your face attentively. “You said I look like one.”

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You don’t know why his words make you blush, but you feel heat creeping up at your cheeks and tinting them a light shade of red.

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“You don’t.”

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Soonyoung chuckles softly at your reaction.

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“So cute,” he comments before you rip that attitude out of him by tickling his sides. He contorts himself and laughs harder, head thrown back. “Stop it!”

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Soonyoung somehow manages to catch one of your wrists, using that as leverage to push you against the entrance door. You groan slightly in pain when Soonyoung pins you down against the wood frame, his chest heaving and a bright, warm smile on his lips.

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“Not fair you’re bigger,” you mumble with a pout.

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“Should’ve eaten more rice if you wanted to be taller than me,” Soonyoung says, still trying to catch his breath, and fuck… he looks so handsome like this, with the collar of his shirt hanging low and exposing the beginning of his — very nice and very big — chest, blonde hair all over the place, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling like he holds all the galaxy in them and you feel like your heart will burst really soon.

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You lick your lips nervously, watching Soonyoung’s eyes flicker to catch the movement, and try to move your hands free. But Soonyoung is not letting go, suddenly gripping your wrists harder. The action makes you gasp slightly, the quick change in the air leaving you breathless.

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“Admit you think I look like a tiger,” Soonyoung says, more like orders, and you whine at the intensity of his eyes.

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“No,” comes your answer, and he frowns at you, body pressing against yours until you’re sandwiched between him and the door. “Gonna have to prove it to me first.”

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Soonyoung’s eyes flash with something you’re very familiar with; it makes a burning heat pool at your lower stomach alarmingly fast and you want to close your legs. But Soonyoung is faster, steps completely into your personal space and crowds you tight against the door, the air growing heavier and thicker by the second. You bask in the warmness of him, his firm body so pressed into yours that you’re afraid he can feel your stuttering heartbeat.

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The soft drag of your chest against his every time you inhale and exhale is also not helping at all, and you can’t help but slightly move your hips forward, trying to rub off on his thigh. Soonyoung catches your neediness easily, of course, and he smirks before his face gets closer and closer until his breath is mingling with yours.

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“Careful with what you wish,” Soonyoung says, voice low and teasing. He drags his lips into yours, so softly it has you whining and trying to kiss him. “Might as well end up eating you.”

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You smirk back at him, biting at his lower lip before dragging your tongue to soothe the pain.

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“What makes you think I don’t want that?”

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Soonyoung growls. It catches you off guard, it always does since it sounds downright animalistic, but you can’t dwell on the hotness of it too much because he’s kissing you without mercy. Soonyoung kisses you like a starved man, teeth clacking and tongue pressing against yours until you’re putty and breathless just for him.

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You whine into the kiss, feels like Soonyoung’s drawn the breath right out of your lungs, your mind hazy.

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It only serves to rile him up, the kiss hungrier, messier, his tongue licking into your mouth as if you might disappear and fingers digging into your wrists harder in his desperation, before he let’s go of one of them to sneak a hand in your waist.

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Now free, your digits desperately come up to take a fistful of his hair, in dire need of holding something, anything. Soonyoung groans at the feeling of your nails scratching his scalp, pulling your lower part closer so he could rut against your belly. You go easily into it, and Soonyoung’s half hard cock presses on your stomach, so hot it makes you whine.

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“Fuck,” he curses, affected with the drag of his cock in your skin. Soonyoung circles his arm around you to lift you higher, almost taking you off of the ground as he thrust now against your clit.

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It takes you off guard, the way he’s holding you with one arm alone — not your fault your boyfriend looks so hot when he’s all hot and bothered like this. The press against your sensitive cunt makes you moan and throw your head back, hearing him groan at the sight of your neck bared for him.

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You laugh.

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“What’s so funny?” Soonyoung asks, hips canting up firmly and mouth glued to the exposed skin of your neck.

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“Fine, I will admit it,” your voice breaks into a moan when he fucks up just right. “You look like a tiger.”

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You pull his head back by the grip you have on his hair, looking him deep in the eyes.

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“A tiger in heat.”

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You feel the growl before you even hear it, Soonyoung’s chest rumbling with the sheer intensity of it, eyes darkening and pupils blown wide with lust. His strong earthy smell — due to his cologne you love so much and are so familiar with — burns your lungs as if on cue. He looks drowned in such a dark desire you feel it to your bones; your brain begging, clawing at you to submit, submit, submit, because my boyfriend will make me feel so good.

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“Yeah?” Soonyoung says, and you would find it funny how a simple word could make you shiver so hard, if it weren’t for how horny you are. He lets go of you completely, pressing a hand on your shoulder, and you know very well what he wants you to do.

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Your knees touch the ground, your face now centimeters apart from Soonyoung's fully hard cock. You take a moment to look at how it presses against the fabric of his jeans, mouth already salivating in need.

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“Would that make you my kitten, then?” Soonyoung asks, watching like a hawk when you moan, mouth pressing against the outline of his prominent cock. The pet name is something new, but you sure are keen on it already. “Oh, you like that.”

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Soonyoung reaches down and opens the zipper of his jeans, unbuttoning his pants until he has enough space to pull his cock out. He holds on your chin, bringing your face closer and closer until he could press his manhood against your cheek. In your haze and impatience, you push more against his cock, trying to get it inside your mouth.

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He laughs and you blush at your own desperation.

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“Such a dirty little kitten,” Soonyoung feeds you the fat head of his cock, and you moan in relief when you feel the familiar salty taste of his pre-cum mixing with your saliva. “Suck me off good and maybe I’ll give you a reward.”

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You nod a bit desperately, at least the best you can with your position, and relax your throat in order to take more of him inside. He’s big and his thickness doesn’t help, but you do your best to put as much as you can in your mouth, hand coming to jerk off the part that doesn’t fit there.

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“Mouth’s always so fucking good,” Soonyoung moans out, watching you bob your head on his cock. He kicks his hips a little, just to be a bit mean and watch tears gather in the corner of your eyes. “Do you know what tigers do when they’re in heat, hm, kitten?”

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You moan, expecting it would convey your answer when you are too occupied sucking him off. Soonyoung groans at the vibration, hold tight and unforgiving in your hair.

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“They breed their mates,” he says and holy fuck, you felt a shiver rocking all over your body, throat convulsing when you try to take him further than you can. You pull out, coughing a little, but take him back inside as soon as you catch your breath. “Would you like that? Be stuffed full of cum until it’s oozing out of your hole.”

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There’s this unbearable urge to come that has you reaching your clit and rubbing at it furiously, by the same time that Soonyoung impulses his hips forward and fucks your mouth relentlessly for a few times.

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“Stop,” he tells you, and you moan in frustration, especially when he pulls out of your mouth and jerks himself off in front of you. Not fair.

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“A-are you gonna cum on my face?” you question instead, blinking at him in hopes he says yes, but he only smirks.

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“No,” Soonyoung answers simply, grabbing your arm and pulling you up. He holds you tight, which you’re thankful for because your legs feel jittery. Then, he smooths a hand in your belly. “Rather put my cum in here.”

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You moan at his lewd remark.

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“Fuck, you’re so dirty—” your sentence gets cut off in the middle with your own little yelp of surprise when he holds the back of your thighs and lifts you off of the ground, your legs circling around his waist so you don’t fall. “Soonyoung—”

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“Gonna breed you like you deserve,” Soonyoung says, voice rough, and you hold him tighter when you realize he’s taking you to the bedroom.

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He throws you on the bed, your body bouncing on the soft mattress as you watch Soonyoung take his clothes off. You never get tired of seeing him and his dancer-like body, especially on this kind of occasion, because his chest looks sinful when it’s flushed red and sweaty. Your eyes soon fall downwards though, looking at his hard, leaking cock. It’s such a pretty cock, a beautiful shade of pink and it almost doesn’t have veins.

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Soonyoung notices your hunger and laughs softly, getting in the bed with you.

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“Like my cock that much you can’t even stop staring at it?” he teases, pressing against your clit. Your cheeks heat up with shame and arousal, Soonyoung’s hand creeping up your body and going inside your shirt — technically, his shirt, which you borrowed from his closet, and you know that’s the only reason why you’re still not naked. “Hmm, love it when you use my clothes.”

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He sighs against your throat when he cants his cock up against your clothed cunt.

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“Want you to smell only like me,” Soonyoung admits, kissing down your neck. He pulls your shirt up until it’s above your chest, so he can suck one of your nipples into his mouth.

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“Yours—” you breathe out, a whine escaping your lips when Soonyoung sucks a hickey right above your left breast. “All yours.”

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He groans, too desperate to care when he accidentally rips your panties in the process of taking them off. You would complain, but the protest dies in your throat when Soonyoung sucks a finger into his mouth and rubs against your entrance, mumbling something among the lines of “fucking drenched”. He pushes it past the ring of muscles just slightly, knows you could take it easily since you’ve fucked in the morning, yours and Soonyoung’s sex drive shooting through roof lately.

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Soonyoung shifts, mouth working it’s way down your stomach, tasting the cloying sweetness of your skin as he licks and bites at it. He wants to cover you with marks and the thought has you squirming underneath him, moaning when he adds another finger.

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“G-give me more, come on,” you say, impatient to have him inside already.

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“So impatient,” Soonyoung tsks, grabbing your jaw tight. “That’s not how you ask.”

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“Fuck, p-please, ah—” your sentence breaks into a moan when you feel another finger prodding against your entrance, squirming when Soonyoung’s hand works furiously inside you.

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Electricity runs up your spine when the pad of his finger hits just right in your sweet spot, your body jolting upward on the bed and head falling back in pleasure.

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“S-Soonyoungie,” you whine, hands fisting into the sheets. “Stop t-teasing.”

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“I don’t know if you deserve that, kitten,” he hums instead, pressing persistently against your sweet spot. “Haven’t heard you begging for my cum yet.”

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“Soonyoung,” you’re nearly in tears, little cries muffled when you bite on your lip, and it’s so good but you just want his cock. “Please, Soonyoungie. Want— Want it.”

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“Want what?” Soonyoung asks, unfazed with your pleading. He wants to hear the exact words coming out of your mouth. “Tell me, kitten, come on.”

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“W-want,” you try to focus your eyes on him, and you notice he’s looking at you like he’s ready to pounce on you. “Want your cum.”

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Soonyoung hums, pleased.

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“Breed me, please,” you squeeze around his fingers. “Breed me full of your cum.”

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“Shit, fuck,” it’s a haze from there; Soonyoung takes off your shirt, also almost ripping it in the process, and turns you over. He grips your hips and pulls your ass up, a hand pressing your face down into the pillow.

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For a moment you think you’re in for more teasing but the head of Soonyoung’s cock prods inside your entrance and knocks the breath right out of you. He kisses your nape as he pushes all the way in, cock throbbing inside of you.

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“So fucking hot and tight,” Soonyoung groans, grinding into your tight heat and you’re incapable of words, mind utterly blank, mouth hung open. He pulls back enough to fuck right back into you, sending your body foward in the bed with the sheer intensity of it. “Gonna fuck you so good.”

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You can only whine and whimper, face buried into the curve of his neck. It feels like you can’t even hold yourself up, Soonyoung supporting you by the grip he has on your ass, and he angles your body so he could fuck into you even deeper. It has you seeing stars, mind focused on the feeling of the drag of his cock inside you and the pleasant oversensitivity on your cunt.

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You already came around four times and Soonyoung is a little behind with two times. You just know it’s something about his dancer stamina, it must be, with the way he still has the strength to hold you on his lap and fuck into you almost brutally.

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Somewhere in the back of your mind you think he has never been this set on filling you up, if the lewd squelch of cum echoing through the room every time he fucks inside you is anything to go by.

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“Such a good fucking pussy, swallowing me up,” Soonyoung tells you, watches how your mouth gets more open at the comment, and leans to lick into it. His mind is fuzzy, can’t think of anything beyond putting his cum inside you. “Gonna breed you until you’re swelling with my cum, fuck.”

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Soonyoung knows it’s unrealistic — also because you’re on the pill — but he can’t help but get lost in the thought. He fucks into you faster, groaning at how tight you feel, sloppy and wet and so so so good for Soonyoung.

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“Y-yes,” you reply intelligibly, don’t know what you’re saying yes for, but Soonyoung groans and bites on your neck, tongue soothing at it later.

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“Yeah, you’re gonna take it, aren’t you?” he breathes out, voice ragged with effort and he’s right, you do love taking it. “Pretty little kitten.”

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You squeeze around Soonyoung’s cock in answer to the praise, enjoying the way his hips stutter at the feeling of your walls suffocating him. He slows down, fucks into you languidly, dragging his length in and out at a torturous pace. It makes you go livid, the burn of your release ebbing away.

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You’re lucid enough to take in how fucking hot and ethereal he looks. The way his skin glistens with the dim light of the room, cheeks flushed red from all the effort and pupils blown wide with lust. Just looking at Soonyoung makes you want to squirm.

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“S-so full,” you comment appreciatively, gasping with the way he grinds inside you. “Make me fuller, please.”

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Soonyoung growls; he picks up the pace after that, fucking into your sharp and fast, the sweetness of your “ah, ah, ah!” falling in sync with the sound of his balls slapping your ass.

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He presses your back down on the mattress, body completely engulfing yours and a hand firmly wrapped around your waist as he drills into you. You silently thank him for being such a great dancer because he’s hips are like magic, hitting your sweet spot dead on and it has the burn in your lower stomach building higher and higher.

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“Gonna— gonna c-cum,” you cry out, body thrashing on the bed before your arms circles around his back and brings him impossibly close.

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“Come on, kitten,” he tells, hips hammering inside you unforgivably. “Go ahead.”

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You sob as you come, back arching off of the bed and head thrown back. It’s less intensive than the others you had before but somehow it feels even better, cunt clenching around Soonyoung so hard he stills momentarily, rubbing at your sensitive clit to help you out with your orgasm. You forget where you are, chest heaving and mind numb, but you still want Soonyoung to come inside you.

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And he seems to think the same because he fucks you right after your back melts against the bed again, thrusts erratic as he grips you so tight he knows it’s gonna be bruised the next day.

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“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Soonyoung curses, desperate for release, and the oversensitivity leaves you crying. But you still manage to catch a breath to encourage him.

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“Want your cum— oh,” your words get stuck when Soonyoung fucks inside you one more time before halting his hips. And then you feel it, another hot surge of cum filling you up.

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They moan in unison, bodies falling limp on the bed as he grinds a few times through his orgasm. You wish you could keep it all inside you forever, fingers intertwining with Soonyoung’s.

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The touch has him lifting his head from where it lays beside yours and looking at you with soft eyes.

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“I love you,” he says with a tired, but fond smile. Soonyoung moves a little so he can give you a peck in the lips. “So much.”

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You bask in the feeling of being in his arms. So warm, so inviting, so home. Kwon Soonyoung is your home.

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“I love you too.”

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